#clapping her little hands for her while they cheer for her daddy while she just coos and smiles up at buck

[4linos]

[girl dad!changbin soft thoughts]

wc: 575. part 3/8. fluff.

- when your little one wakes up in the middle of the night, changbin is there with the softest, most relaxing voice. he’ll rock her back to sleep while singing a lullaby or murmuring sweet words in her ear. there’s something tender about the way he talks to her, almost as if he's trying to reassure both of them. he enjoys the quiet moment of holding her in his arms while the rest of the world sleeps.

- changbin loves carrying your baby in a baby carrier. whether you’re running errands or just walking around the house, your baby is peacefully snoozing or looking up at him with wide, curious eyes. he’ll often kiss her little forehead or make funny faces to make her smile, and the two of them share quiet, precious moments like that, hands-free but totally connected.

- when your daughter is learning to walk, changbin is always standing a few steps away, arms spread and ready to catch her if she stumbles. every step she takes, he cheers, clapping his hands and saying, "that’s my girl! you did it!" he’s as proud as she is, and it's obvious how much he loves seeing her grow.

- changbin’s the one who wakes her up in the morning, and instead of rushing her out of bed, he spends a few extra minutes cuddling with her. he whispers sweet things like "good morning, my beautiful girl," and they snuggle for a few minutes before getting ready for the day. even when he's in a hurry, he always makes time for her special morning moments.

- whether it's a game of hide-and-seek, building pillow forts, or watching your daughter play pretend, you and changbin often sit on the floor with her, completely immersed in her world. changbin is laughing as he pretends to be the "evil monster" and you are the "superhero" chasing him through the home. your daughter is giggling the entire time, and you and changbin exchange looks; this is what makes life so full.

- on lazy afternoons, the three of you snuggle up for nap time. your daughter is in between you both, and changbin wraps his arms around both of you as you all drift off for a rest. it’s not a long nap, but it's a peaceful one. you feel your daughter’s tiny breath against your chest and changbin’s warmth beside you, and for a moment, the world feels perfectly still.

- when you all go out to run errands, changbin always makes sure your daughter is entertained. he makes even the most mundane activities enjoyable, like pointing out animals at the pet store or pretending to race through the aisles. he’s the one making her laugh at the checkout line with his silly faces, and you adore how he's always in his element with her.

- changbin takes fitness seriously, but he also knows how to make it fun for your daughter. sometimes you see them doing "exercises" together, with her lifting tiny weights while he does push-ups and pretending to be the "coach," advising him on how to make the perfect squat. she has a blast, and he is proud of her whenever she exclaims, "i’m strong like daddy!"

- after a long day, there is usually a peaceful moment when everything slows down. changbin will gently rock your daughter to sleep while singing a song under his breath, and you will watch them both, thinking how lucky you are to share these precious, simple moments.

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masterlist.

[fiona-fififi]

Suddenly thinking about Buck, after he and Eddie finally get together, accompanying Eddie to his pick-up games every now and then just so he can sit on the sidelines to cheer Eddie on.

[starlighttsv]

Milestones - p.b

Sum: short milestones with your daughter

Warnings: fluff

Note: I don’t know if I like this, I might delete and rewrite later 🥲 requested by @melpthatsme

Pair: stepmom!Paige x mom!Gfreader

Wc: 1.5k

You and Paige have now been dating for 4 years, you guys met when your baby girl was 4 months old and you were just a month single.

Your baby daddy isn’t in either of your lives since you left him as he…isn’t the best person to be around. Meeting Paige and getting into a relationship with her was all new to you. She treated you like a Queen, she spoiled you and your daughter, she didn’t make you get up at 3-4 in the morning to clean - actually she let you sleep in until how ever late you wanted - taking care of your daughter while you slept, she didn’t make you cook when you didn’t feel like it, she didn’t make you go out and do her errands for her. All like your ex did, instead you both took 50/50 on everything and that was new to you. You’ve only had two exs but those two exes? Most terrible things to exist.

Not only was the way of your guy’s relationship new to you but also dating a girl is new to you. You’ve only ever been with guys so everything was a learning process that Paige was happy to help with.

She’s loved your daughter like she was her own since you introduced them and she’s been the greatest figure to be in Gracie’s life since. She always wants to read books to her, take her to practice, film TikTok’s with her, she loves being a parental figure to Grace even if she’s not biologically her mom.

She’s been there for every milestone - something your baby daddy can’t say. Her first steps,

You and Paige were laying cuddled up on the couch watching Grace crawl on the floor adventuring and messing with things, “thank you for letting me be a part of her life” Paige mumbles into your ear making you look up at her face “thank you for letting us be in your life” you say holding eye contact with her

She just smiles a little bit and leans in kissing you on your lips, you guys pull away after a few seconds and turn back to watching grace - the only difference from then and now is that she’s now standing up on her feet holding the table under the tv.

You and Paige both gasp a little immediately sitting up wondering if todays the day she takes her first steps - she’s been standing up for the last 4 days but she would plop down a little bit after - something she hasn’t done yet.

“Come here baby, come to mama” you say in your overly excited baby voice clapping your hands so her attention is on you. Which does work - her eyes find you and Paige and she immediately has a cheeky smile on her face

Paige gets up from the couch walking to the kitchen and grabbing some baby snacks the grace likes and sits down on the carpet leaving a big gap in between her and grace

“C’mere princess, I have your treats” Paige starts bribing making you laugh but also get off the couch and sit next to Paige

When Grace sees you together and the treats she lets go of the table and starts taking a few steps, making you and Paige cheer

“That’s it, good job baby, c’mere” Paige says holding out both her hands one holding the snacks and one free

Grace immediately grabs her hand with snacks and starts eating them while Paige pulls her to sit on her lap so she doesn’t lose balance

Her first words,

It was gonna be a late practice for Paige and the team so you decided to make some snack bags for them and drive to gampel to give them their bags, so that’s what you’ve been doing for the last 3 1/2 hours.

Making goodies and putting them in baggies while grace happily bounces away in her bouncer while watching bluey.

After you had everything bagged and put in a container to easily carry you loaded up the car and put Grace in her car seat - driving to gampel and going to the practice gym. Geno loves you and Grace so when he sees you walk in he calls for a 5 minute break allowing everyone to see you and grace.

Paige walks over to you and kisses you before going to the front of the stroller and folding the blanket back so she can see Grace “hi Gracie baby” Paige says in her baby voice picking Grace up and holding her to her front

All of the girls huddle around you guys all just talking and laughing, Paige passed Grace off to Caroline letting her hold Grace while paige went back you and brought you into her side “how was your day?” Paige asked you while the other girls we’re talking and gushing over Gracie

“Good, I spent the last few hours baking” Paige just turned her head to look at you “oh yeah? Baking what?”

“Cookies and brownies. I made you guys all baggies.” You say holding up one of the baggies from the container in the stroller to show Paige

She grasps the bag opening it and looking inside “aww baby you didn’t have to do this” Paige says bringing you closer into her side and kissing you on the forehead “I wanted to. I knew it was going to be a late practice and Gracie wanted to see you” you say into her side looking up at her

She just leans down and kisses you but you guys get interrupted “ma…mama”

You both immediately look at Gracie seeing she’s holding her hands out for both of you while the UConn girls have gone quiet and was also just looking at Gracie

Her first day of kindergarten,

You and Paige were already up at 6 in the morning because you both were nervous for Gracie’s first day of kindergarten even though you guys didn’t have to leave until 7:30

“What if the kids don’t like her and bully her?” you say starting to chew on your nails

“Babe, baby hey” Paige says walking up to you and taking your hand from your mouth holding them in hers “the kids will like her and even if they don’t who cares what they think? If they start bullying her we’ll file a complaint ok? She’s gonna do just fine” Paige says pulling you into her arms and kissing you on the forehead

Eventually once time passed it was time for kindergarten, Paige got Gracie dressed and ready while you made breakfast, while she was eating the eggs and sausage you made her - you where packing her lunch while paige was packing her backpack

Once everything was done you and paige both grabbed all of your stuff and all of Gracie’s and headed out to the car. Paige was driving to the elementary school and then was gonna drop you off at your building and then head to the gym. You were trying not to cry the whole way to the elementary and paige noticed like she always does, and put her hand on your thigh rubbing her thumb in comforting circles.

When you guys got to the school you both got out with Paige grabbing Graces bag while you unbuckle her and set her on the ground

“Alright baby, be good and have a good day alright?” She just nods and hugs you and then hugs Paige

You and Paige both talked to her teacher that was standing outside before letting Gracie leave into the building with her.

Paige immediately pulls you into a hug once she knows Gracie can’t see you both anymore

“She’s gonna be fine”

Or when shot her first basketball

Paige has been trying to teach Gracie basketball for the last 3 days now, it’s only taken this long because Paige is letting her confidence speak rather than her soft maternal voice speak and that’s causing so much confusion for the toddler

Currently Paige has been trying to teach her defense - trying to go easy on Gracie as there is a gaint height difference…obviously

But once she realized that wasn’t working started trying to teach her to shoot, making Gracie stand on a diy free throw area

“Alright bend your knees and put your arms like this” Paige says moving Gracie’s arms in the position they should be in

“Alright now shoot” Paige says stepping away from Gracie and watching her jump up and release the ball, watching it make its way to the small plastic basketball hoop you guys have in the living room

“Yesss” Paige cheer’s running up to Gracie and picking her up and starts ticking her “you just shot your first basket”

Paige is running around with Gracie in her arms cheering and smiling and Gracie is laughing away in her arms, you just watch them lovingly from the couch.

So you couldn’t care less about your baby girl growing up without a father because she has Paige, and yes Paige isn’t her father but she is an amazing mother to Gracie. So what that she has two moms. She’s learning way more with two moms then she would’ve with just one mom and a deadbeat father.

[little-jana]

"Bath-Time Truce"

Pairing: dad!Spencer Reid x mom!reader

Genre: pure fluff

Warnings: reader is a stay-at-home-mom

Words: 950

Summary: Spencer and his wife navigate an unexpected standoff with their determined toddler, Ellie.

Request: @lucreziaq2001

The soft hum of the baby monitor is the only sound in the house as I stir the pot of soup on the stove. It’s been one of those days where the hours blurred together, filled with tiny toddler hands grasping for attention and constant reminders of why I always wanted to be a stay-at-home mom. I glance at the clock and smile to myself. Spencer will be home any minute now, and I can’t wait to see the way Ellie’s face lights up when she hears his key in the door.

Almost on cue, the front door creaks open, and I hear the familiar sound of Spencer’s bag hitting the floor.

“Daddy’s home!” I call out cheerfully.

From her spot on the living room rug, Ellie’s head pops up. She’s surrounded by a colorful mess of toys, but her big hazel eyes zero in on the doorway.

“Da-da!” she babbles excitedly, wobbling to her feet with the determination of someone on a very important mission.

Spencer barely has time to step inside before Ellie launches herself at him, arms outstretched. He scoops her up effortlessly, his face breaking into the boyish grin I fell in love with years ago.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he says, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek. “Were you good for Mommy today?”

Ellie responds with an enthusiastic string of babbles that neither of us can make sense of, but it doesn’t matter. The way she clings to him, her tiny hands tugging at his tie, says it all.

After dinner, the evening routine begins. Spencer and I work as a team—he gathers Ellie’s bath supplies while I clean up the highchair and chase down the remnants of her dinner from the floor. By the time I step into the bathroom, he’s already trying to coax Ellie out of her clothes.

“Okay, Ellie, bath time!” he says in his most cheerful voice.

Ellie, however, is not having it. She crosses her little arms over her chest, her face scrunched in the most dramatic expression of defiance I’ve ever seen.

“Uh-uh!” she declares, shaking her head so hard that her curls bounce.

I suppress a laugh as I kneel down next to them. “Ellie, sweetie, you love your baths. Don’t you want to splash in the water?”

She glares at me with an intensity that can only come from a toddler who believes she’s in charge. Her tiny foot stomps the tile floor, and she babbles something that sounds suspiciously like, “No way!”

Spencer exchanges a look with me, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tries not to smile. “You’re really putting your foot down, huh?” he asks her.

Ellie responds with a triumphant grin, as if she knows she’s winning this battle. She plops herself on the floor, crossing her legs and letting out a determined, “Uh-uh!” again.

“You’re not even two, and you’re already outsmarting us,” I mutter under my breath, earning a chuckle from Spencer.

We try every trick in the book—offering her favorite bath toys, pretending to splash water in the tub, even bribing her with a bedtime story—but Ellie is steadfast in her refusal. Eventually, Spencer sits back on his heels, sighing dramatically.

“Well, I think she’s officially won,” he says, throwing his hands up in mock defeat.

Ellie claps her hands, giggling triumphantly as if she understands exactly what just happened.

I glance at Spencer, who’s watching her with a mixture of amusement and exhaustion. “What do we do now?” I ask, half-joking.

He shrugs, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially, “We let her think she’s won… for now.”

With that, he scoops her up, and she squeals with delight, clearly proud of herself. I follow them out of the bathroom, shaking my head and smiling.

As we settle into the living room for a few quiet moments before bedtime, Ellie snuggled against Spencer’s chest, I can’t help but marvel at how chaotic and perfect our life is.

“Tomorrow,” I whisper to him, “we’re winning the bath-time battle.”

“Sure we are,” he whispers back, pressing a kiss to my temple. But as I glance down at Ellie, her wide eyes fluttering closed as she drifts to sleep, I know the truth.

She’s always going to win. And honestly, I don’t mind one bit.

[v6quewrlds]

if you’re still taking dad joe requests, could you do one where the reader is getting ready to go out with her friends and the daughter calls reader beautiful and joe agrees and it’s just cutesy and fluffy:)

wasn't gonna do anymore of these but this idea was so cute i had to :(

you carefully selected an outfit that reflected the excitement of your long-overdue night out. the rich scent of your favorite perfume filled the air as you sprayed it lightly on your neck and wrists, pausing to admire the way your eyes sparkled in the soft glow of the vanity lights. with a deep breath, you stepped out of the closet, your heels held in your hands as you strutted over to the bed.

amara's eyes grew wide, "you look so pretty, mommy!" she exclaimed, her little voice bubbling with awe.

joe looked up from the game of peekaboo he had been playing with your daughter, his gaze lingering on your legs as you stepped into his eyesight. he was left speechless, jaw-dropping at the sight of you. "wow," he murmured. "i- whoa."

you giggled shyly, bending down to scoop amara into your arms. "thank you, baby girl," you said, planting a kiss on her forehead.

joe cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from your legs to meet your gaze. "you look absolutely stunning, babe," he said, his voice thick with genuine appreciation. you felt a warmth spread across your cheeks as joe stood up to press a gentle kiss to your lips. you both laughed as amara whined, pushing your faces apart.

"alright, alright," you relented, pressing another kiss to amara's cheek.

"do a spin for us?" joe prompted with a playful smile.

you rolled your eyes, but the excitement in your own voice gave you away. "okay, okay," you said, setting amara down. your skirt swirled around you as amara and joe cheered, the sound echoing off the walls of the bedroom.

"alright, movie night is all set," joe announced, holding up the dvd case for amara to see. "we're watching 'the little mermaid'," he said with a wide smile. "it's your favorite, right, pumpkin?"

amara clapped her hands in excitement.

"okay, give mommy a hug, she's gonna have some fun with her friends now," joe prompted. amara wrapped her little arms around your neck, giving you a tight squeeze before reluctantly letting go.

"i'll see you in one sleep, sweetheart," you promised, your voice filled with warmth. "be good for daddy, okay?"

amara nodded solemnly, her eyes shining with excitement for the night ahead. "okay, mommy," she said, her tiny voice filled with the promise of a thousand good deeds. you felt a tug at your heart but brushed it off with a smile.

"have fun, babe," joe said, his eyes following your form as you picked up your purse and headed to the door. he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness in anticipation of your absence. it had been a while since you two had a night apart, but he knew you deserved this.

[ferrstappen]

let me take care of it l LN4

a/n: this was inspired by the gorgeous gorgeous scene of K-mag and his daughter 💘 also, this is ALL OVER THE PLACE bc I wrote it on my phone in like 15 min but still hope you like it💘 I’ll also update dad max tomorrow 💘

summary: when papa isn’t feeling his best, baby Norris knows what she has to do.

Lando wasn’t feeling his best and everyone could see it; it didn’t matter what anyone said, whether it was his dad, mum, sisters, Zak, Oscar, even you… he couldn’t stop being so harsh on himself that every person on the paddock wanted to lay his back and tell him to catch a break, he still is one of the best.

Your arrival to Abu Dhabi has been one worthy of the last race of the season, the private flight full of the Norris family, from the little ones to the in laws, with your parents chatting and laughing with Lando’s mum as they took turns to hold Amalia.

Everything was going great, really, but as the weekend started rolling and after quali, his smile faltered, face hardened, bringing himself down for some mistake.

So you made sure the hotel room had everything he needed, left Amalia sleeping on the crib while you picked his race day boxers, McLaren tshirt and joggers, so he could just throw his body to the bed and fall asleep.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him as he settled his body in front of yours, not even asking to be the little spoon.

“No, but I just want tomorrow to be over so we can go home and be alone, you know?” His voice came out muffled by the pillow and your arm. “The only thing I want is to get home and start decorating for Christmas, Amy’s first Christmas… that’s all I want,”

“Okay then, let’s focus on that,” kissing his shoulder, you noticed his breathing slowing down.

Amalia Norris was a known face around the paddock, even if she couldn’t speak or even walk, she greeted everyone with a quick movement of her hand and happy squeal, depending on who it was.

Now, she had big things to protect her ears from all the sounds, Lando’s helmet and gloves in front of her and just as she was about to reach for the gloves and get scolded by you, Lando appeared with his usual smile, chest buffing at the sight of his two girls cheering him on, both wearing papaya.

“Do you want to help me get ready for the car, bubba?” Lando asked his daughter and she clapped her hands, giggling, almost as if she was trying to say something but couldn’t. “Okay, gloves please,”

Lando supposed it was going to be a show but no, his daughter had a concentrated look on her face as her small hands grabbed the glove and put it on Lando’s hand, repeating the action.

Before putting on the helmet, Lando picked her up, giving her a tight hug and loudly kissing her cheek just to fill his ears with her melodic laugh, the only fuel he needed. He closed his eyes while her hands grabbed both of his cheeks to get him closer and leave a kiss on his forehead, and in that moment Lando thought he was capable to give up the last race of the season just for this moment to never end.

“I think you need the helmet, huh?” You reminded the pair, taking Amalia from your boyfriend’s arms.

Lando gave you a quick peck on the lips before putting on the helmet, adjusting it until it was perfect, but there was one last detail.

“Visor, baby,” Lando pointed at it and Amalia carefully closed it, now he was ready.

“Good luck, daddy!” You told him as you noticed people were looking for him.

“Daddy? I thought in public it was papa,” he cheekily added, making you blush.

“Shut up, go get second place!” You joked before blowing him a kiss.

“I’m only thinking about our Christmas tree, baby. I love you both.”

[gilbertscurls]

Tutu Day ➵ Matt Sturniolo

summary: matt dresses up in a tutu just because your daughter asks him

inspired by

The living room was a whirlwind of color and laughter as your Matt’s three-year-old daughter, Luna, bounced around in her favorite pink tutu. The sparkle in her eyes was contagious, and her excitement filled the room with a joyous energy. She had been adamant all week about having a special “tutu day,” and today was finally the day.

You watched from the couch, your heart swelling with love and amusement. You had anticipated the moment when Luna would ask Matt to join in on the fun. You were prepared for the laughter and the chaos that was sure to follow.

Luna tugged on Matt’s hand, her little face set with determination. “Daddy, you wear a tutu too!”

Matt, who had been trying to balance a stack of blocks while simultaneously monitoring Luna’s playtime, looked down at her in surprise. “A tutu?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, Daddy! You wear a tutu! It will be so fun!” Luna insisted, her eyes wide with hope.

Matt glanced at you, while you were trying your best to stifle your giggles. You gave him an encouraging nod, your eyes twinkling with mischief. “Alright, Luna. I’ll wear the tutu.”

Luna’s face lit up, and she clapped her hands in delight. “Yay!”

You quickly retrieved a sparkly, pink tutu from the closet. Matt took a deep breath, preparing himself for the spectacle. He stepped into the tutu, pulling it up around his waist with a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. The fluffy pink fabric settled around him, and he looked at you, seeing you were now fully laughing.

Matt adjusted the tutu, trying to make himself look somewhat comfortable. “How do I look?”

Luna’s eyes widened in pure joy as she ran up to him. “You look amazing, Daddy!” She spun around in her own tutu, mimicking ballet moves with adorable clumsiness. “Let’s dance!”

Matt grinned, his nerves melting away as he saw the sheer happiness on Luna’s face. He took her small hands in his, and they started twirling around the living room. Despite the awkwardness of the tutu, Matt found himself laughing and enjoying the moment. Luna’s laughter was infectious, and he couldn’t help but get caught up in the fun.

You watched from the sidelines, capturing the heartwarming scene on your phone. You knew that moments like these were fleeting but precious. Seeing Matt so willingly participate in Luna’s fantasy made your love for him even stronger.

“Look at you, Daddy! You’re the best!” Luna cheered, her enthusiasm unwavering.

Matt chuckled, giving Luna a gentle lift and spinning her around. “Anything for you, sweetheart. Just remember, this tutu is not becoming a regular part of my wardrobe.”

Luna giggled, giving him a quick hug. “I love you, Daddy.”

Matt’s heart melted as he hugged her back, the tutu’s fluffiness adding a playful touch to the embrace. “I love you too, Luna. And I’m glad we had this tutu day.”

As they danced and played, you joined in, your laughter mingling with theirs. The room was filled with love and happiness, a perfect snapshot of family joy. Matt might have felt silly in the tutu, but in Luna’s eyes, he was the hero of the day.

When the laughter finally settled and the tutu day came to a close, you and Matt cuddled on the couch with Luna nestled between you. Despite the initial awkwardness, Matt knew that the day would be one of those cherished memories you would look back on fondly.

You looked at him with a loving smile. “You were amazing today. Thank you for making Luna’s day special.”

Matt smiled, resting his head against yours. “It was worth it. Seeing her that happy… It’s all that matters.”

tag list: @stuwniolo, @sturnobsessedwh0re, @matts-myloverboy, @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut, @lizzymacdonald06, @asherrisrandom

[capquinn]

Dad Quinn on his birthday with bug when she was still a tiny little baby 🥹🥹

Quinn’s birthday was quiet that year, nothing grand or over the top — just the way he wanted it. It was his first birthday as a dad, and Bug was nearing seven months old, a chubby-cheeked little bundle who didn’t understand the concept of birthdays but had a way of making everything feel like a celebration anyway.

The day started early, as most days with a baby did. Bug’s cheerful babbles drifted through the baby monitor before the sun had fully risen, and Quinn, ever the hands-on dad, was already on his feet, padding down the hallway to scoop her out of the crib before you even had a chance to nudge him. When he returned, Bug was tucked against his chest, her tiny fists clutching at his shirt like it was her lifeline.

“She said happy birthday,” Quinn teased, his voice low and soft as he climbed back into bed, Bug grinning as if she was in on the joke.

Breakfast was a cosy mess, the kitchen filled with the smell of pancakes and the soundtrack of Bug’s happy squeals. She sat in her highchair, her little feet kicking rhythmically against the tray as she tried to grab at the mashed banana spooned into a bowl. Quinn sat beside her, wiping stray bits from her cheeks with the corner of her bib. She rewarded him with a gummy, toothless smile that made him melt on the spot.

“She’s the best gift,” he said, leaning down to kiss her soft forehead, his expression caught somewhere between awe and disbelief. “Nothing’s ever going to top this.”

The rest of the day was slow and simple, filled with all the small moments that made life feel full. A late-morning walk found the three of you ambling around the neighbourhood with Bug bundled in her stroller, her tiny head swivelling at every bird chirp and rustle of leaves. Quinn’s hand never left the stroller handle, his thumb brushing over the edge like he was keeping her tethered to him somehow.

After lunch, Bug’s nap became the unexpected highlight of the day. You found her sprawled across Quinn’s chest on the couch, her chubby hands fisted loosely in his shirt as her little body rose and fell with each of his deep, steady breaths. He was half-asleep himself, his arm wrapped protectively around her back, and you couldn’t help but snap a picture. The two of them, so at peace, filled the room with a quiet kind of magic.

By the time dinner rolled around, the house buzzed with the warmth only family could bring. Quinn’s parents had flown in just for the occasion, their voices brimming with love as they passed Bug between them. She was dressed in a onesie that read Daddy’s Little Star — a surprise from his parents. Quinn pretended to scoff at the sentimentality, but the way his eyes kept drifting to her, pride softening his features, said otherwise.

Dinner was lively, filled with the kind of conversation that danced effortlessly between teasing and nostalgia. Bug, strapped into her highchair at the head of the table like the true star she was, seemed to command the room. Her grandparents showered her with attention, clapping and cooing at every babble and giggle. Quinn kept shaking his head, biting back a grin when his dad held up a spoon and narrated an imaginary flight path toward Bug’s open mouth.

“Look at her go,” his mom said, laughing as Bug grabbed a softened piece of sweet potato and promptly missed her mouth.

Quinn grinned wider, reaching out to gently guide her hand. “Gonna be a big eater, huh, Bug?”

After plates were cleared, Quinn's phone buzzed with an incoming call. Jack and Luke’s pixelated faces lit up the screen, and the kitchen echoed with their loud, overlapping voices. “Happy birthday, old man!” Jack jeered, while Luke added, “should we start shopping for walkers yet?”

Quinn rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at his lips. Bug babbled loudly, as if determined to join the conversation, and when her chubby hands started slapping the table in excitement, both uncles erupted in mock cheers.

“Hi, Bug!” Luke shouted, giving a little wave through the screen, and Quinn chuckled, pulling her onto his lap to give her a better view.

The highlight of the evening came with the cake. You carried it out carefully, candles flickering as the room dimmed. Ellen led the chorus of “Happy Birthday,” her voice a touch wobbly with emotion, while Bug’s wide eyes fixated on the dancing flames.

The second the cake hit the table, Bug reached out, her tiny fingers aiming squarely for the frosting.

“Easy, Buggy,” Quinn said, laughing as he gently redirected her. But the second he leaned back, she went for it again, plunging her fingers right into the side of the cake.

“Of course,” he muttered, shaking his head as laughter rippled through the room.

He wiped her tiny hands with a napkin, only for Bug to giggle, her wide eyes sparkling with mischief. Before he could react, she leaned in with that sweet, clumsy determination only babies have — her little mouth open in her version of a kiss. She planted it right on his cheek, smearing frosting everywhere in the process.

“Oh, Bug!” he laughed, his voice warm and full of love as he pulled back slightly, just enough to see the mess she’d made. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he joked, planting a playful kiss on her sticky fingers.

Later, after the chaos of dessert and the call from his brothers — both loud and full of teasing — he found himself in Bug’s nursery, rocking her gently in his arms. The house was quiet now, save for the soft hum of her white noise machine, and he just stood there for a moment, swaying slowly, her head nestled against his chest.

It was then that Quinn realised how much his world had shifted. His birthday wasn’t about marking another year of his life anymore — it was about this life he was building, about the family he got to come home to. Bug didn’t care that it was his birthday. She just cared that he was there, holding her, steady and warm. And really, that’s all he cared about, too.

When he finally joined you on the couch, you leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder. “Good birthday?” you asked, your voice low, the glow of the evening still lingering.

He kissed the top of your head, his hand resting on your thigh as Bug’s baby monitor sat quietly on the table.

“Best one yet,” he murmured, his voice full of quiet gratitude. “Couldn’t have asked for more.”

[tinylilacbun]

h e r n u m b e r o n e ᯓ★

You giggle when Rafe revs his bike, sitting on top of it as he slowly wheels it towards the start line, smiling at you fondly.

Being his daughter, the loud sounds of a bike is a thing you got used to since you were born, and riding one is something you look forward to once you're old enough.

The enduro race is gonna start soon, all the opponents getting ready and making the last touches on their gear and bikes, just like your dad as he slides on his gloves, ruffling your hair afterwards.

"C'mon, let's get you to Sofia." He says, lifting you up from his bike and settling you on his hip as he makes his way over to her.

"Rafe Cameron on that fire-breathing KTM, he could be your favorite today." The commentator announces through the speakers.

Pff, he is already your favorite, and always will be. He just smirks but stops walking as he's about to pass John B.

"What do you want, Rafe." The brunette asks.

Rafe simply shrugs, holding you firmly. "I mean, my Dad went off with you and never came back. I didn't forget that." He smiles in a threatening way which you didn't catch up on. "See you in traffic, slick."

After saying that, he continues walking again to where Sofia is standing, leaning down to kiss her before he hands you over to her. "Keep a good eye on that one, tends to get in trouble."

"From whom she only got that?" She chuckles, poking your side a few times to hear you laugh, looking back up at Rafe. "Be careful out there."

"Always am." He smirks, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before making his way back to his bike.

"Good luck, daddy!" You shout, waving at him and watching him get onto his dirt bike.

"Let's go, Rafe! You got this, baby! Whoo!" Sofia shouts all the while you clap and cheer for him as well.

"Whoo!" You squeal excitedly and keep waving. Rafe smiles as he sees that, putting on his helmet and revving his bike once.

Soon the racers got the start signal and you watch in amazement at how fast they all drive past you, trying to keep your eyes on Rafe.

"Rafe Cameron gets the holeshot, beats the pack out front, and, boy, he is blazing down the straightway." The commentator observes.

At one point Sofia sets you down on the ground, keeping ahold of your hand to ensure you won't run off as you now wait patiently for your dad to race back.

"S'daddy gonna win?" You ask, looking up at Sofia with a big grin and she squeezes your hand, a smile that mirrors your own on her face.

"You bet he will, he already had a good start. Gimme five." She tells you and gives you a high five.

Soon enough you're able to see the racers, recognizing Rafe at the front together with someone else and Sofia tenses up a little when she sees how close they are to each other.

You, who doesn't see anything wrong, keep cheering for him, jumping up and down while clapping your hands again. "Daddy! Yay!"

"Cameron's close but not gonna be able to overtake him." You hear the commentator say and suddenly you see Rafe practically getting flung from his bike after he successfully tried to stop JJ. "Oh, mayhem, carnage! They're both down!"

You stop jumping, standing there for a moment in shock and before you could rush over to him you feel Sofia grab your arm. "Wait- you can't just run over there while the race is still going! It's too dangerous."

With a confused whimper, you stay beside Sofia, the tears already building up in your eyes as you can only watch your father laying on the sand as the other racers finish the race.

As soon as you are allowed to, you and Sofia run over to him as quickly as possible as everyone else cheers on Topper for his win.

You almost stumble a few times while Rafe gets up from the ground and pulls off his helmet, visibly in pain but he still manages to catch you in his arms, lifting you up and feeling you wrap your arms around his neck tightly.

"I'm okay, I'm okay." He pants, despite his whole body aching he knows he has to assure you he's well by the way your body is trembling from crying. "Shh...I'm fine, princess, I promise. I'm so sorry I scared you."

You sniffle and pull back to place your small palms on his cheeks, a pout on your face but when he gives you a small smile you bury your face back in his neck and simply hold tightly onto him.

Sofia watches you both, brows still furrowed in concern and places a hand on his arm, giving him a onceover. "Are you sure you're okay, baby?"

"Yeah- just sore, is all, I'm fine." He nods, making his way off the raceway to hopefully find somewhere to sit with a slight limp, keeping an arm firmly around your back, his other draped over Sofia's shoulders for some support.

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[russellsppttemplates]

This drawing is for you (Lando Norris)

Matilda already has her love language, handing out her drawings to people

Note: english is not my first language. Look who showed up, hm? Honestly, the last two weeks have been a bit all over the place and I've been meaning to post way more than what I actually have

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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"Mummy?", you heard your daughter call for you, walking to her playroom since you assumed that's where she was, "yes, baby?", you made your presence known.

"Can we stop by the stationery shop when we go and pick daddy up from work, please? My colouring pencils are getting too small", she showed you a few examples, the colours you recognised from having a big presence in her drawings belonging to pencils that you were barely able to hold in your hands yourself.

"Of course, Tilly", you smiled, "speaking of which, we have to leave soon. Are you almost finished with your drawing?", you wondered, "yes, mummy, I just need to finish colouring in the sun", she mused, grabbing the tiny yellow pencil and carrying on with her work.

When she finished, she set the pencil down, stopping in the bathroom to wash her hands and heading to the door to meet you, "hold your sleeves", you nudged as she held on the hems while you put on her jacket, not wanting her to let the clothes climb up her arms and be uncomfortable.

"Let's go, mummy!", she cheered, walking downs the stairs into the garage so you could get in the car and drive to the factory.

As you were driving, your husband called, "hello, love! We're already in the car on our way to get you, we're going to stop by the shop to buy some colouring pencils for Tilly so we don't have to wait too long for you", you said, turning on the blinker once you faced the junction.

"Hi daddy!", Matilda spoke loudly, hoping her could hear her like she heard him, "How are my favourite girls today? Actually, I was calling because the meeting ended early and I'm ready whenever you want to pick me up", Lando voiced as you saw your daughter smile from her spot in the back of the car, "you can come with us to the shop, then!", she said excitedly.

"That's a great idea, love! Me and Matilda will go and pick you up first, then! We're ten, maybe fifteen minutes out, depends on how traffic is, it looks okay, though", you muttered, finding it easy so far to drive to the factory.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you! I love you, girls! Drive safe!", he said before ending the call, Matilda clapping her hands excitedly at the prospect of seeing her father earlier than expected.

By the time you arrived at the factory, Matilda had listed all of the materials she would like to get so her drawings would be pretty. Parking the car, you got out, putting on your coat as you walked to open Matilda's door, "let's go, Matilda!", you smiled, unbuckling her belt and making sure she was cozy and warm to face the cold end of the day temperatures.

Everyone in the factory knew you and your little one, so they would have at you, knowing they would have a difficult time at getting many words out of your little girl, usually a sweet smile, a wave and a small and quiet "hi" before she held onto your legs and hid her face there.

Lando was laughing loudly, so it was easy to know that as soon as you crossed that corner, you'd find your husband along with one of his mechanics and engineers.

Matilda smiled as she saw her daddy, releasing the grip she had on your hand, but keeping them laced until Lando and her locked eyes, "hello, my loves!", Lando said, crouching down so his daughter could finally unlace her hand from yours and run up to him, hugging him and allowing him to pick her up so she could kiss his cheek, "Hi, daddy", she whispered in his ear.

Even though there were only two other people beside her parents, she was still shy as they greeted her, "Hello!", they said as she waved, smiling before hiding her face on her father's neck.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Goodbye Y/N, bye-bye Matilda!", they said as they went the opposite direction, you and Lando bidding goodbye whenever you encountered someone until you were in the parking lot, ready to get in the car.

"Do you want to drive?", you asked your husband despite already knowing the answer. He hated not being in control of the situation if he could, so driving his family around was non negotiable most times, only sitting as a passenger when he was very tired.

Buckling Matilda back in her seat and kissing her forehead, you got into the car yourself as your husband drove to the usual shop where you got your daughter's art supplies and your own whenever your work required materials.

"Do you already know what you want to get, babygirl?", Lando asked as the three of you walked inside the shop. It was unusually quiet for this time of the day, and a small part of Matilda was happy because she could go up to the shelves and drawers she already knew had what she needed without having to ask her parents for help in moving along the shop.

After grabbing the supplies she needed, she took them to the young woman at the front so her parents could pay for it, "have a nice day, Matilda! I'm sure your works of art will be beautiful!", she said. You and your family were regular costumers, so they had already grown to know your name and hers, so they had managed to get in the small group of people that were not family and friends and Matilda didn't feel to shy with.

"Bye-bye, have a nice day, too!", she waved sweetly before running up to her daddy, "very good, Matilda, I'm very proud of you for that!", he said, kissing her cheek and walking along with you to the car.

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The McLaren unit was working on full speed as you arrived, coffees and other drinks being served as guests arrived or workers carried on with their day, you opting to go to the track, along with Matilda, after the initial morning rush so you wouldn't have to deal with too many people at once.

"Do you want to to go to daddy's room or stay here?", you questioned her, "here in the lounge", she replied as you walked to one of the tables near the windows so you could be near the sunlight that had graced the weekend and be a little further away from the buzz.

"Do you want to draw with me, mummy?", she offered once she was comfortably sitting on the chair, taking her pencil case from her backpack along with the blank sheets of paper.

"Sure, love! Let me just text daddy so he knows where we are when he finishes his meeting", you smiled, grabbing your phone to text Lando before setting it down and grabbing the things you needed.

"Are you drawing daddy's car?", Matilda asked sweetly as she took a peek at your work, "I am! Do you think it's pretty?", she nodded, "but not as pretty as yours, I love your butterfly", you complimented.

As she was finishing colouring in the wings, one of the girls from the PR team came to greet you, "Y/N, Matilda! It's been a while since I saw you around!", she cheered, kissing each of your cheeks as you did the same to her before she noticed your daughter looking at her, "hello", she said in her usual quiet tone.

As you spoke with the young woman, your daughter carefully folded the paper and ripped it by the crease she had made so she could separate the small drawing from the rest of the plain paper.

"Alright, girls! I'll see you later!", she said as someone called her name, presumably with a task for her to do.

"You can have this one if you'd like", Matilda spoke, showing her the drawing, "really, babygirl? Thank you so much, I'm so flattered!", she said, accepting it and keeping it safe in her notebook, "I'll keep it here until I can get home and put it in my wall, okay?", she nodded as your little girl blushed at the attention, nodding too.

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Because the practice session was being used as the scheduled opportunity for the reserve driver to do a few laps on the track, Oscar joined you and Matilda as you looked over the cars on track.

"I need to go to the bathroom. Do you also need to go, Tilly?", you asked your daughter, earning a head shake no, "I'm good, mummy", she said, going back to colouring in.

Excusing yourself after Oscar assured he'd keep her company, Matilda was quick to silently offer her crayons to the Australian man along with her colouring book.

"Where are Lily and Lucas?", she asked for her usual companions for the weekend. They would often be together so you and Lily could catch up while the kids entertained themselves in eachother's company.

"They stayed back home this weekend", Oscar explained, "but they told me they wish they were here. I think they're coming to Silverstone, so we will all be together then", he smiled as she gave him a small smile, too, noddinh in agreement and taking out her new glitter pens.

They start colouring and not saying much, only asking eachother to please hand them a crayon or pen the other couldn't reach or if the drawing looked good. Matilda felt understood by him, so it was no surprise that, besides her family, he was the person she felt the most comfortable with spending time in the paddock.

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"Where's daddy taking you, little miss?", you asked as you saw Lando change the t-shirt your daughter was wearing. Under her dungarees, she now had an orange McLaren t-shirt, matching her father as he held her on his hip, "we're going to hand in drawings I made, and I didn't want to do it alone, and since you said you were feeling tired, daddy said he would take me", she smiled, kissing your cheek when you got up to kiss your husband's lips and her forehead.

"You sit tight, alright baby?", Lando urged, "me and Tilly want you to be well rested when the time comes to watch the race", he kissed your forehead. You hadn't slept that well the night before, so when Matilda had built her collection of gifts, she didn't want to tire you out more.

Leaving the hospitality, Lando walked with Matilda, asking her where she wanted to go first, "Can we find uncle Seb first? Mummy and I saw him when we arrived, but there were a lot of people near him so we said we'd see him later", she reasoned as Lando quickly searched for the retired German driver, "there he is, love", he pointed, walking in his direction.

Despite her initial confidence, Matilda felt shy as everyone's eyes landed on her and her father, cooing at the sight of them matching and the fact that little Norris had showed up, too.

"Hello, Matilda! How are you?", Sebastian asked, smiling at the duo as she retreated, hiding her face on his neck. Her backpack was open as Lando pulled the art pieces out.

"Didn't you want to give something to Sebastian, gorgeous girl?", Lando encouraged, kissing her cheek sweetly and giving her time.

"The bee one, daddy", Matilda whispered against his neck where she kept hhalf of her face hidden as Lando flickered the drawings, finding the one she meant.

"Is this for me? Thank you, Matilda, this is very nice!", Sebastian said warmly, making he little girl smile at him.

"Who's next?", Lando asked, "Charles, I made a drawing for him with a sea, because he lives in Monaco", she reasoned.

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"And on the screens now we can see the McLaren garage this afternoon, where Lando Norris has his little one and his wife here this weekend!", Natalie said looking at the screen along with Naomi.

"That's true! Little Matilda has been in the paddock with her parents this whole weekend, and yesterday I had the privilege of seeing the cutest scene! She was hiding behind Lando's legs, but she kept holding some of the drawings until she found the people she wanted to give them to!", Naomi added, "she had one for Sebastian, for Charles, and she also shared some with the McLaren crew, too!

"And when I was interviewing Oscar this morning, Matilda walked closer to us and asked for his help to get the drawing she made of me - I have it right here, let me show you! - and this is the cutest thing ever! I have an orange suit - because of papaya, she said -, and my braids look so good with this glittery accent, see?", she showed Natalie as she nodded, "she's usually a very quiet little one, but she's an artist for sure. She takes after her mummy, so I've heard", she smiled into the camera.

"Yet, this morning, when me and the crew were deciding where to go first, we caught a father-daughter that made our hearts melt, take a look in the screens!", Natalie finished.

"Is it silly, Matilda?", Lando tried, seeing his daughter give him a full belly laugh as he drew a crocodile with rain boots, "crocodiles don't need rain boots, daddy! They can swim and walk all the same!", she giggled, delighting the people who were watching and hearing her laugh. "Well, maybe I should give him some floaties, too! Should I make him pink ones like yours?", he tried, earning another set of giggles out of his little girl.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

(cw: a child, f!reader, "mommy", and "daddy")

[8:41 am]

"Are you sure she's warm enough?" Dad!Jeno asked nervously, adjusting the scarf on his toddler for the nth time.

"She's sweating Jeno, she's fine. Right baby?" You bend to ask the toddler to pull up her zipper.

She nods with an excited smile. You and Jeno had woken up to the excited squeals of you daughter while she jumped on your bed and babbled on and on about the snow. This would be her first year she could actually remember being in the snow and being able to play on her own. She was so excited, she talked the whole way through breakfast about how she couldn't wait to be outside and play in the snow until the sun went down.

Before you all went outside, after a lot of begging on your daughter's end, and many, many layers later, you were all heading down stairs to go outside.

Jeno had bundled her up in a thermal, sweats, gloves, a beanie, and a snow suit, the poor girl would be sweating outside. Jeno had made sure you were bundled up as well and led you all out of the house in his pajamas. Needless to say, you made him go in and get changed.

"Snow!" Your daughter cheered as she dashed out of the elevator. Jeno was hot on her tail, grabbing her hand and helping her over the icy sidewalk to get to the fluffy white snow.

You joined them outside right on time to see her plop onto her back, sinking into the snow to make a snow angel. She laughed happily, flapping her arms up and down through the snow. She stood up with snow stuck to her snowsuit and rosy cheeks, red from the cold and ran off to play some more.

You and Jeno watched her for a while, running around happily with the other kids of the apartment building. She made countless snow angels, snowballs, and just had fun in the snow.

Jeno smiled at her lovingly, "She really looks like she's having a good time- put the snowball down! Don't eat it!"

You laughed watching Jeno chase after her and the snowball she was going to eat. She ran straight behind you to hide, giggling like crazy and out of breath.

"Hey baby," You laugh, adjusting her hat, "Want to build a snowman with Mommy?"

She nods excitedly, beginning to gather up a pile of snow. Once it gets to the point where you need it to be taller you send her off to get some sticks and little rocks for the details. She comes back with an armful of twigs with happy laughs and beyond excited to show you some cool rocks she found.

Jeno joins you both to add his scarf to the snowman. Your daughter giggles happily, "It's daddy!"

Jeno laughs cheerfully and calls her over so they can start making more snowmen, one small one, and one more that was "adult size." The small one gets your daughter's scarf and the remaining one of course gets yours when your daughter waddles over to ask for your hat and scarf.

"Look at that baby! Who did you make?" You ask her with a smile.

She claps her hands, the sound muffled by her gloves, "It's me, mommy, and daddy." She begins to babble on and on about how she made them, how many sticks she found, her cool rocks, a dog she saw earlier, how she saw a snowman in a movie, and really- whatever else comes to mind.

Jeno comes up to you, wrapping his arm around your waist to tug you closer, "I think she liked the snow."

"So much she's trying to eat it again," you chuckle, watching her form a small clump of snow and lick it.

Jeno runs to her, "Not again! Leave it on the ground!"

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tagging! @jaeminnanaaa17 enjoy more dad!nct dream :)

[pocketsizedq]

Mama Bear and Papa Bear

request;can you write where pregnant mom and quinn’s 3 year old toddler son go to watch quinns game against the devils with quinn’s parents and family friends. and everyone thinks his son is a miniature quinn personality and looks wise. and the little boy absolutely lovessss watching hockey and cheering on his dad and uncles but also kinda shy so he wants his mom next to him at all times and sometimes to carry him which is kinda hard bc she’s pregnant but quinn’s parents are a big help. and then when the games over quinn’s family and you guys all go out to dinner but now it’s kinda late so the toddlers kinda cranky but quinn is so soft and gentle with him during his tantrum 🥹

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Rowden Jerome Hughes also known as the quinn clone as He can be seen with the same "i don't want to be here face." He is Quinn's made over, but was a certified mama's boy. You can always find him either snuggled into your side or near his wonderful mumu.

You were sitting in the stands with the wonderful Ellen and Jim also known to Rowden as Mumu and Coach which he came up with on his own and the little hughes was curled up next to your six months belly which was another little boy watching his dad playing against his uncles.

Rowden had on his little canucks jersey just like his dad's but instead of hughes on the back it said daddy with quinn's number on it and to support his uncle's he wore a little devils hat that Jack had gotten him.

if you asked him who his favorite uncle was he wouldn't tell you as he loves them both the same but if it's between you and me he always hugs luke first even though he was technically name after Jack so its fair.

Rowden has been glue to your side the whole game, but every now and then he will go to his mumu and sit with her for a bit while you go use the bathroom.

Both Jim and Ellen are heaven sent when Quinn is always busy and your pregnant with a 3 year old. They have really helped you out with everything you couldn't have asked for better in-laws.

You started really needing to use the bathroom now so you look down at your husbands mini me with a quiet voice "row would you be okay with sitting with mumu while mama goes and uses the bathroom"

Rowden just snuggled into your side more which made the baby inside you kick so you put your hand on your stomach which catches the queen attention.

"sweetie are you alright" she spoke looking at you which you nod looking at her and Ellen notices your struggle with Rowden as she almost is remind of when quinn use to do something like this when she was pregnant with her second oldest.

Ellen notices her oldest son known as rowden dad about to try and score a goal. She does quick thinking and says "row daddy's on how about you go let mama use the bathroom and you can watch daddy"

Rowden nods his head quickly moving away from you so you can go use the bathroom.

Rowden and Mumu watch as his dad scores a goal to which he lets out a big scream clapping his hands screaming daddy.

From where they were sitting they couldn't see it but quinn had the biggest grin on his face hearing his little voice chant his name he gave him.

Quinn only had three soft spots. One was for his parents. Second was for his brothers and lastly You and His nearly two sons.

He was overjoyed when he found out he was going to be a dad especially having kids with the love of his life that he married just four years ago and you were just a bit younger than jack.

As the game went on the devils won, but Rowden didn't care about that as he got to watch his dad pay against his uncle while also spending time with his grandparents.

As Ellen and Jim went to wait out in the car while you rally up their sons to dinner as it was around eight o'clock which also might mean rowden will have a hissy fit if he doesn't get to bed soon.

The first one to come out of one of the locker rooms was luke as he was one of the ones to hit the showers first which meant he would be on rowden holding duties.

Luke made his way out of the locker room where he spotted you and his favorite nephew well his only nephew came waddle his way over to the over six foot tall guy doing grabby hands.

He lets out a soft chuckle leaning over picking up the boy who resembles his older brother while saying "hey there row row did you enjoy the game.

Rowden nods sleepily letting out a big yawn when another voice comes into the conversation "aww is row sleepy?"

Rowden nods snuggling into luke while Jack makes his way over to you saying "How are things going mama bear."

Ellen was the one who started the "mama bear" nickname as she always noticed when her and her husband always came over to Quinn and Your's house that you would make sure they had their dinner first before serving yourself like mama bears cold porriage.

"I'm okay J you and luke both played well tonight. Rowden was the one screaming his lungs out when you scored." You said which made Jack chuckle knowing Rowden loves the games just like his dad,uncles and grandpa.

Jack and you talked until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist which you know all too well and as you felt a kiss on your cheek you softly smile.

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As you all get sat at table in the back that when all hell broke loose when rowden started fighting with you about sitting in a high chair then started begging for coke.

Quinn got up from his seat witnessing his little boy burst out into tear and start having a hissy fit which broke his heart.

"bud how about this you can sit in daddy's lap and we can get you sprite but you can only have alittle bit okay?" he spoke to the pouty face boy with brown little curls falling into his face which he pushed them back.

Quinn wipes his son's eyes as he repiles with a nod letting his dad pick him up and soothe him knowing he's just tired and if he's tired he knew you were.

Quinn went back to the table sitting in his sit with his little boy in his arms gently rubbing his back as he sniffs while quinn orders his food while you put your head on his shoulder.

You were so very grateful to have a wonderful husband who loves you as their own.

[steddieas-shegoes]

christmas vacation

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'vacation'

all of my holiday drabbles will be from the bear hugs universe. many of them could probably be read standalone, but will make the most sense and be enjoyed best if you read that first!

rated g | 532 words | no cw | tags: rory pov, established relationship, christmas fluff, competitive game of twister

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School vacation is Rory’s favorite time, but not for the reason most kids think.

Both of her dads are home all the time and they get to spend a whole week doing everything together. Her daddy even does stick and puck with her.

It’s the best.

Today is Tuesday and dad said he was going to run some errands in the morning while daddy took her to her last practice before Christmas. Maybe if she asks nicely, she can convince him to bring her to McDonald’s for pancakes first.

“Alright, little one!” Eddie claps from his bedroom. “Pancakes?”

“From McDonald’s?” She asks as she walks to the doorway.

“Instead of homemade?” He asks her back.

She likes his homemade pancakes, but she knows she can convince him to get her a frappe if they go to McDonald’s. She nods and opens her mouth to try to convince him, but he holds up a hand and laughs.

“You don’t have to try to convince me. We can go.”

Rory cheers. She loves going to McDonald’s.

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When they’re all back home that afternoon, Rory decides to play Twister. She knows she can beat both of them, and she thinks it’s funny when they get competitive against each other.

Someone has to spin the dial, so they take turns: Rory versus Eddie first, then her dad plays the winner. She loses on purpose.

She sits on the couch and kicks her feet back and forth while they argue over where they want to start. It doesn’t really matter, but they insist it does. Rory wishes she could record them on her dad’s phone.

“I always start on the red side,” Eddie says.

“And you know I start wherever my first color is,” her dad argues back.

“Fine,” her daddy says with a smirk. “I’ll win no matter what.”

She giggles, but they’re too busy glaring at each other to notice. She spins the dial.

“Left hand blue!”

They both fight over the same dot on the mat, and Rory almost wishes Auntie Robin could be here to see it. She would make fun of them the entire time.

Rory doesn’t wait for them to stop pushing each other before she spins again.

“Right hand yellow!”

They stay quiet this time, but she can tell they’re holding back.

“Right foot yellow!”

And it continues. They do end up twisted up together, but neither of them falls. They’re whispering at each other, probably ugly words that Rory isn’t supposed to hear.

Rory thinks she sees her dad’s back touch the mat, but she doesn’t say anything. No one else does either.

But then Eddie has to stick his leg between her dad’s arms, and they start arguing about someone cheating (no one did) and how sore their legs are (their own fault). They both fall just as she is about to tell them the next color.

Everything is quiet for a long minute.

“Who won?” they both ask at the same time.

Rory looks over at the clock on the stove. They still have two hours before dinner.

“I think it was a tie,” she replies.

They groan.

“Again?” her dad asks.

“Fine.”

She loves Christmas vacation.

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐍𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

Parings → Dad! Tom Holland x Mum! Reader

Warnings → none

Summary → Your son, Theo doesn't like it when his dad kisses you. He thinks it's gross.

You were in the kitchen, making lunch, when Tom sneaked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. You smiled, feeling the warmth of his embrace as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Mmm, what was that for?” You asked, leaning into him.

“Just because,” Tom whispered, turning your head gently and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. Before you could deepen it, you heard a loud groan from the living room.

“Ewww! Mummy! Daddy! Stop that!” Theo whined, his little voice filled with disgust.

You both turned to see your five-year-old son, Theo, standing there with his hands dramatically covering his eyes. His toy cars, now forgotten, lay scattered around him as he peeked through his fingers, making sure you weren’t kissing anymore. “That’s gross! No more kissing!”

Tom laughed, pulling away slightly but still keeping his arm around your waist. “What’s wrong, mate? It’s just a kiss.”

Theo shook his head, his face scrunched up. “Mummy is mine, not yours, Daddy!”

“Oh, is that so?” Tom teased, raising an eyebrow. He leaned in again and gave you another quick kiss, this time on your forehead, knowing full well it would drive Theo crazy.

“Daddyyyyyy!” Theo wailed, covering his eyes again. “You’re not listening!”

But while Theo whined, Samara, your three-year-old daughter, was sitting on the floor nearby, clapping her little hands and giggling. “Yay! Kissy, kissy!” She cheered, her face lighting up with joy. “Again, Daddy!”

Tom grinned, clearly enjoying the split reactions of his kids. “See? At least Sammy appreciates me.”

Samara continued to clap and giggle, her laughter contagious. “More kissy! Daddy woves Mama!” She chanted.

Theo, still covering his eyes, groaned even louder. “Nooooo! No more kissing! It’s gross! Mummy is mine! You can’t kiss her, Daddy!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, reaching down to scoop Theo into your arms. “Oh, my baby boy,” you said, kissing his cheek. “You’ll always be my baby, but Daddy can give me kisses too, okay?”

Theo squirmed in your arms, wiping off your kiss with the back of his hand. “Only my kisses, Mummy. Daddy’s kisses are yucky.”

Tom feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. “Yucky? Well, guess I’ll have to kiss Mummy more just to prove you wrong.” He leaned in, pretending to go for another kiss.

Theo shrieked, covering his face once again. “Nooo! Cooties!”

Samara was now practically bouncing in place, clapping her hands even harder. “Yayy!”

You laughed, pulling Theo closer to calm him down, while Tom scooped up Samara, spinning her around as she giggled in delight.

“Well, I guess Samara and I are on the same team,” Tom said, kissing her forehead. “Right, Sammy?”

“Yeah, daddy!” Samara cheered, her tiny arms wrapping around Tom’s neck.

Theo, still not having it, pointed a finger at Tom. “No kissing Mummy, Daddy! Or I’ll… I’ll tell Grandma!”

Tom gasped dramatically, pretending to be scared. “Oh no, not Grandma! Anything but that!”

You shook your head, still smiling. “Alright, no more kisses in front of Theo,” you said, winking at Tom.

But as soon as Theo turned around to go back to his toys, Tom leaned in and quickly kissed you on the lips again. Theo spun back, his face scrunched up in exaggerated frustration.

“Daddyyyyy!”

Tom laughed, pulling you closer. “Sorry, buddy, but I can’t help it. Your mummy’s just too kissable.”

As Theo continued to protest, and Samara cheered for more kisses, you couldn’t help but chuckle at your chaotic little family.

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[vampiretendencies]

jj being on hair duty for all the kids while you’re cooking breakfast, and he has his spray and brush in hand while he does the boys hair, then he’s just like “pigtails today for my miss maybank?” and she just squeals because she can’t even talk

so sweet n domestic luv it :,) dad!jj, children are a boy and girl.

he’d come beaming down the stairs with his usual dimpled grin, what’s not to adore about the family that he’d hoped for. dressed for work, acquiring a job that has him working with his hands, perhaps a mechanic. the thick material, hugging his bulky body so tightly.

you are the first to receive his good morning greeting, from behind of course. breakfast on the stove, yet all he could do was breathe in the scent of the otherworldly being in front of him. feeling it flood his airways, with a sensation of relief and calamity.

“morning baby,” he’d mumble into the deepest nook of your neck, fingers gliding evenly over the surface that was your hips. "so pretty," he complimented, despite the nest of tousled tresses on your head and the sleep still ridden in your features. peppering repeated kisses to your temple. really, though is was his way of buttering you up before evenly snatching a piece of bacon of off the plate, knowing full well the rule was everyone eats together.

"jj, put it back!"

the piece of meat hangs from his mouth, with hands lifted in innocence before he slaps a serene smack to your ass causing a fit of laughter from the two children behind him. oldest, aka jj's shadow— the three year old boy, who idolized his father as though he could do no wrong. youngest, the girl reigning in at one. sat close to the island on their bar stools, waiting partially impatient by their plates for food.

"you two better stop laughing before you end up in time out with him, now get on hair duty, maybank."

"yes ma'am!"

every occurrence that its jj's turn to tame the children's hair he always looks at it in a foreign matter. because he doesn't manage his, priding on the fact that "water works wonders for his hair." the baby's thin bright blonde locks were growing so much so that recently her hair can go up, he misses the days when he could just brush it and be done. but you insist it has be styled. he maps out the the hairstyle excessively, his large hand almost suffocating the little pink brush.

"hm what'll be today sweet girl? pigtails today for miss maybank?"

peering over your shoulder from the stove an ear to ear smile is plastered on her alike dimpled features. and she simply can't contain it, so overbearing with affection for her father that this little gesture is erupting a fit of squeals from her lungs. somehow growing more and more honored with everytime jj touched her head, it was as if she thought she was in the presence of royalty.

"she loves it, j," you grin back at her, whilst a delighted smirk is on jj's face.

"course, she does baby look who's doing it," he curves the brush the form one half of the hairstyle. "momma's not a pro at this like daddy huh princess?"

you shake your his in disbelief as he just always has something pest like to say.

"me next dad!" the boy clapped his hands, cheering for jj.

[its-all-papaya]

heyyyy there has been a ~buzz~ on the dash with all the landoscar + children content this week and it feels like a good time to remind the tag that I’ve got a ~70k driver!oscar / single dad!lando fic in the works, hopefully dropping towards the end of this month. wanted to give you all a little snippet AND start a tag list for when i post the first chapter so :,) comment if you’d like to be tagged when this debuts ! and enjoy, hopefully, a peek at dad lando:

“Uncle Max!” she props one hand on Lando’s knee while she points with the other at the McLaren. It’s not, obviously, but she can’t tell helmets apart and he never really has the heart to point out when she’s right or wrong about whose car is whose. He finds he sort of wants to, though, as he watches Oscar edge closer, start nibbling at the margin. It’s an odd feeling. It doesn’t matter, she doesn’t know the difference and won’t until someone’s standing on the podium, but it spins in Lando’s belly all the same. But then, he’s never really given a second thought to Max’s teammate, never really cared where they finished. Not when it was Danny, and not about Oscar until now.

It isn’t on the straight that Oscar makes the move. It’s on the exit. A beautiful, smooth glide around the racing line until he’s clear through the corner. Lando watches his name marker swap places in the standings with Sainz’ and the feeling in his stomach blooms into something near to what he probably would feel if it were Max. Different, though. Pride, probably, but also a twisty category of excitement, a little embarrassing, a little thrill. Like a crush, Lando’s stupid brain supplies, even though he most definitely did not ask.

“He did it!” Emma’s clapping, looking up at Lando to affirm her excitement.

“He did!” Lando bumps knuckles with her when she offers. Oscar did it, he thinks

McLaren undercuts. Ferrari pushes Leclerc too far on mediums. With less than three laps to go, Lando watches Oscar slip around on the outside, and a handful of minutes later, he watches both papaya cars follow Verstappen to the checkered flag – 2-3, a double podium.

Emma cheers over the commentary on the cool-down, all the way into parc fermé, when the podium sitters start climbing out of their cars. Lando’s heart is beating hard again for reasons he does not care to examine, and he’s more than a little distracted from whatever Emma’s saying about the finish.

“Daddy,” she plants both hands on his thigh and rocks her weight back and forth. Her voice is bordering on whiny, so Lando snaps his focus back where it belongs and blinks at her.

“What, baby?”

“He’s three?” little fingers up again, always.

“Yeah,” Lando nods, eyes back on the screen. Oscar’s working on his helmet, tugging the strap, and Lando remembers with stunning clarity the way those fingers had burned in his brain for no logical reason a week ago. Oscar’s just through pulling his balaclava off when Max appears from the side of the screen to clap his hand in congratulations, and Lando realizes- “Wait, no,” he covers Emma’s hands with one of his own, “Uncle Max is two, Em, he got ahead of the Ferrari. Sorry.”

“Oh,” she sucks her lip into her mouth for a second ahead of a grin, “Oh! Two is better!”

“Yep,” Lando looks down at her again, forcing his brain to cooperate for both of their sakes, “Two is really good. He’s gonna be really happy."