#correction they can be dad/son but like. if the son thinks the dad can't take care of himself and the dad has let him take on that
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The Batkids on being mistaken as Bruce's biological children.
Look, the Batkids have all been forced into various social gatherings, and enough of them share vague features with Bruce that some of the older members among Gotham's old money, or the younger ones that are out of the loop, sometimes mix up the facts.
Dick gets it from the very beginning. Old women pinch his cheeks, still tan from a life outside of Gotham's gloom, and tell him, Such a sweet little boy, and just like your father at your age. His hair used to stick up just like yours. Dick didn't like it at all. He bit the first person that told him he had Bruce's eyes, and stomped on the foot of an old politician that told him, With your father's height, I thought you'd be taller by now.
He laughs it off as an adult, but sometimes, it still eats at him. People still tell him that they thought he'd eventually be as tall as Bruce, or that he should be thankful for his inherited jaw line. It's not the comparison to Bruce that bothers him anymore, or even being mistaken as his son, but rather, the fact that he sometimes struggles to remember exactly where his features actually came from; parental faces turning fuzzy in his distant memory.
Jason thinks it's funny, the first time it happens. Mostly because it's his nose of all things. Your nose is bent, grumbled the old man sitting across from him at the gala, Just like your father's. Tough luck on the genetics. The man didn't realize the bent noses were because they'd both been broken in the past. Jason spent days after studying Bruce's face, trying to figure out if their noses really bent in the same way, and eventually came to the conclusion that, yeah, they really did. From that point on, each time either of them broke their nose, Jason would distantly think, Ah, damn, there goes the family resemblance.
As an adult, Jason takes care to make sure people don't often seen his face. The hood does a pretty good job of that. Besides, he doesn't move in circles where the mistake could be made anymore. Still, sometimes he looks in the mirror at the bump in his nose and thinks, Family resemblance. Yeah, right.
It happens less with Tim. Anyone that made the mistake with Jason and Dick also remembered Jack and Janet Drake. It's not until he's almost an adult that a new hire at Wayne Industries, some kid from out of town, sees him and Bruce in the office together and remarks, Oh, you two furrow your eyebrows in the same way when you think. My mom says that my dad and I do that too. We inherited it from my grandpa. Tim feels unsettled all day and makes a conscious effort to not to furrow his eyebrows anymore.
There's no mistake to make with Damian. At least, not the same one that can be made with the others. He's the blood son, and he's a perfect mix between Bruce and Talia. Of course, there's the well-meaning, if confused, adults that assume he's adopted like the others. He corrects them, swiftly, and sometimes aggressively.
There is one incident. It happens while Bruce is gone, after he's been staying with Grayson for a few months. He knew, of course, that people thought that Grayson looked like Bruce. He could even see the similarities. Superficially, of course. However, he never considered that Grayson looking like his father also meant that Grayson looked like him. Not until an old woman leaned over to him at a gala and said, You look just like your father when Mister Wayne first brought him out to these things. The hair, that disgruntled little frown. He hated these parties too. Couldn't ever sit still. Gosh, I really can't believe it's been long enough that he has a child of his own. It took Damian a while to realize what happened, and even then, he couldn't bring himself to tell her that he wasn't actually Grayson's son, or that he and Grayson weren't actually that far apart in age. He felt strangely guilty the rest of the night, and he never dared to tell Grayson about it.
It happened to Steph exactly once. Really, she doesn't look like Bruce at all. It was a man with exceptionally thick glasses, who actually told her that she reminded him of Martha Wayne. She's pretty sure he was just trying to be nice. She tries to forget about it. She never tells Bruce.
You have his eyes, is what Duke gets. Which confuses him, because, uh, no, he doesn't. Not even close like Dick's. He says as much to the woman that said it to him, and she squints her eyes at him and responds, No, you definitely do. Not in the shape or the color, but you look at things the same way he does. Duke thinks about that sometimes, and he swings back and forth between being annoyed and weirdly proud that he apparently looked at the world like Batman did.
People tell Cass that she has his smile. She beams with pride at that. After all, she learned it from him. She studied, closely, the way his mouth ticked up at the corners, both while he stretched the dazzling, fake smile across his face for the public, and the genuine, gentle smiles that he gave her while he helped tie her hair back or slip on her mask, and now she could replicate them both perfectly. She didn't like the fake one, but she knew it was necessary.
#i spent way too long writing this#batman#comics#dc comics#dick grayson#nightwing#jason todd#red hood#tim drake#red robin#damian wayne#dc robin#stephanie brown#batgirl#duke thomas#the signal#cassandra cain#black bat#bruce wayne#batfamily#batfamily headcanons#superheroes
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just got to the episode where after talking to Tory, Miguel goes to apologize to Kreese for challenging him but Kreese is smart enough to praise him for his loyalty and twist it, being like 'we will do what's best for Johnny together' and yea it's so interesting
#cobra kai 2x06#like i've talked about already. johnny and miguel being besties more than mentor/mentee#where they help each other with different stuff and they're equal. and Miguel being loyal to him out of love rather than admiration.#is something. that in my miguel corruption arc version of the show. would matter more. and I think they kind of drop this later on and try#to actually make it into a dad/son thing but as much as the show tries to make you think that with how Johnny 'is there for miguel but not#robby' it's just not how the dynamic is#in my AU the medal isn't a plot thing and miguel is sneakier because he knows Johnny will disapprove and understands it in a 'he's#confused and means well' kind of way but still feels he's doing him a favor#correction they can be dad/son but like. if the son thinks the dad can't take care of himself and the dad has let him take on that#responsability
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A Baby Sister
Note: I didn't realize it until I was writing this, but I legit gave all these men a daughter for their second child (or first or third for two of them on this). I can't believe I didn't notice, lol, I would've moved things around a little but, this is fine honestly. I tried to make it really cute and fluff, but the bonus turned a little angsty. :') The bonus is also what led to me wanting to write this. Enjoy!
Rogue is three when you and Ace have your second child, another little girl you name Ann. She’s just as tiny as her big sister was, and while Rogue has your hair, Ann looks exactly like Ace, all the way down her freckles. Ace definitely cried again when he got to hold her, hell he was crying as soon as she was born, you totally expected it though.
Rogue hated the two days she wasn’t with you, both you and Ace deciding to give her some time before you introduced her to her newborn sister, she stayed with Luffy and Sabo during the time you were in the hospital. After you’ve gone home, Ace picked her up and she refused to let him go until he got her home, when she sees you she hurries over to the couch and hugs you so tightly that you really do feel bad for having not seen her the last two days.
“Mama, I missed you!”
“I missed you too, Rogue! We’ve got a surprise for you, sweetheart.”
She brightens up hearing that, excitedly trying to ask what the surprise was while Ace brings Ann over, handing her to you before he picks up Rogue and sets her in his lap so she can see better.
“Rogue, this is your little sister, Ann.”
Rogue is beyond excited, she wants nothing more the rest of the day than to hold her sister, to the point she starts crying and Ace has to calm her down when you have to take your newborn to feed and change her. Once she has her back, Ace starts to feel a little jealous simply because he also wants to hold Ann for a while. The whole thing just makes you laugh and appreciate that you have others who want to hold her.
“At least she’s not mad about having a sister.”
Ace just pouts a bit in return. “I want to hold her too…”
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Law brings your son, six-year-old Rosinante, to see and meet his baby sister the day she was born. He takes him by your hospital room first, so your son can get some time with you before seeing his new little sister, even though he’s excited to meet her. He starts getting antsy and almost begging to meet her, before you finally laugh and look at Law.
“Why don’t you take him by the nursery? I’ll be fine for a bit.”
Agreeing with your suggestion, Law gives you a quick kiss on the forehead before taking Rosi’s hand and leading him down the hall to the nursery, stopping at the window and trying to find where your daughter was in the room. Once he finds her, he picks up Rosi and points where your newborn’s nursery bed is.
“See right there? That’s your sister, she’s got the bear you picked out for her.”
Rosi’s eyes light up once he sees where she is, seeing Law is correct, the little polar bear plush he’d picked out months ago was in the corner of the bed. She’s so small! He didn’t think she’d ever be so little, even after he met some of your friends babies, they were all a few months old.
“What’s her name, dad?”
“Cora. She’s got a hat on, but she has the same hair color you and I do.”
Rosi nods while Law watches him for a minute, smiling just a bit. He had been a little concerned about how your son would react when you decided to have another child, but you were able to convince him that Rosi would be a wonderful big brother, he had Law as an example, after all. Watching Rosi over the last several months, from when he grinned and hugged you when you told him you were pregnant, to when he was happy to hear he was getting a sister, you were proven right over and over again.
After watching him for a few moments, Law presses a kiss to the top of your son’s head and looks back to your daughter.
“Cora’s going to be depending on you, all right? My sister relied on me for somethings while she was little, so do your best, and your mom and I will help you both.”
“Okay, dad,” Rosi nods, before looking back to Law, “Can I hold her?”
“Yeah, of course. We’ll go back to mom’s room and get them to bring her in.”
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Having been an only child, Penguin wasn’t sure how your four-year-old daughter Wren was going to react to meeting her little sister, Ivy. Wren had seemed a bit concerned at the beginning of your pregnancy when you were sick, and didn’t have much of a reaction when you told her the baby was a girl. She barely had any interest in meeting Law’s newborn daughter a few weeks prior, running off to play with Rosi instead.
Once your second child was born, Penguin brought Wren to meet her, but after finally seeing her new sister, she refused to hold her, instead holding onto Penguin and hiding her face in his shoulder. After you bring Ivy home, Wren still isn’t interested in seeing her much, attaching herself to whichever one of you isn’t holding the new baby at the time.
Eventually, when Ivy is sleeping in her bassinet one day, Wren stands up on her tiptoes to watch her baby sister sleep. She’s still not sure about this, having a little sibling so suddenly, but she’s starting to think it’s okay, after watching you and Penguin with her the last few weeks. Wren reaches out and barely touches Ivy’s tiny hand, almost beaming when her baby sister grabs onto her finger.
You and Penguin had been watching Wren while she stared at Ivy, just making sure everything was all right, and it makes him smile at the same time when she starts to accept her new baby sister. When you lean into him, Penguin hugs you close and kisses your temple.
“I told you everything would be fine. She just needed some time.”
“Yeah, I know…you’re always right in the end.”
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Having twins was a trip already, you still don’t know how Sanji convinced you to have another child. Sora and Angel were a handful at times, but now that they were five-years-old, they could do more on their own, and Sanji used that as a reason for you to go ahead and have your next baby, which ended up happening immediately. You figured it would be a few months of trying before you got a positive test but nope, first try out the gate and here comes baby number three.
You don’t mind so much once your second daughter is born, a blonde little girl you choose to name Grace, she seems so much smaller than either of the twins were despite being born full term. She’s a perfect addition to your family though, and your twins think the same when they get to meet her.
Both are pushing the other away from the nursery bed, standing on the side facing out from your hospital bed, trying to get a good look at their sister. Angel is beyond thrilled at having a baby sister, while Sora just wants to see what she looks like.
Sanji eventually goes over and lifts up Angel, telling the two to be quiet because you were sleeping, and so was baby Grace. Angel quiets when she’s able to see her little sister better, Sora following suit as he can actually see her now. The two just watch her sleep, Sanji wonders if they’re actually happy or worried about having a new baby sibling until Angel looks at him.
“Can I hold her?”
“I wanna hold her!”
“I asked first!”
“I’m older!!”
Sighing, Sanji smiles in relief, glad your twins are excited about the new baby, until she starts to cry because they’ve disturbed her with their argument about who gets to hold her first.
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Keitaro has just barely turned two when you have your daughter. You never expected to have two in two, but it happened and truthfully, you weren’t upset about it when you found out you had a little girl. She’s so tiny when Zoro holds her, he's completely in love the moment he sees her. Your children were both unplanned, but you don’t think you’d change anything about how your life is going, and Zoro is the same, he's told you that multiple times.
When Keitaro properly meets her, it’s a few days after she’s born, some rule the midwives in Shimotsuki Village still follow, they wouldn’t even let Zoro be with you when you gave birth, you really had wished you were still on the Sunny this time. It’s not really a formal meeting for the two, but you think it works just fine.
Keitaro sits up on the floor by your daughter laying on a pink baby blanket that Robin had given you for her, she just somehow knew you were having a girl. Your son just stares at her for a long time, a pacifier in his mouth that doesn’t let you see what he’s really thinking. He reaches over to touch her cheek after a few minutes, a small giggle leaving his mouth when she scrunches her face and pouts in her sleep. Zoro stops him before he does it too much, placing his hand in front of your toddler’s to keep him from making her cry.
“That’s enough, you don’t want her to cry.”
Keitaro whines before pouting himself, until he squeals when Zoro lifts him up and sets him in his lap.
“Her name’s Kuina. What do you think, buddy?”
He tries to sound it out, but he’s still too little to say it correctly, the name mostly coming out as ‘Koo-na’, which makes you smile even as he starts to get frustrated and nearly cries before you gently shush him.
“Shh, it’s okay. You can just call her baby until you’re ready.”
Rubbing at his eyes, Keitaro yawns and snuggles against Zoro, part of his frustration being from needing a nap. You both watch as your children sleep quietly, glad their first meeting went well, anxious to see how the two grow up now.
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Your and Corazon’s first child, a baby girl, comes along just two months after you’ve taken in and formally adopted ten-year-old Trafalgar Law, when you’re both just twenty-three yourselves. Almost overnight you have two children to take care of, though Law isn’t that interested in your daughter at first. You get it, he’s still working through the sudden loss of his parents and little sister, he calls you and your husband by nicknames, not viewing you as his parents yet but that’s fine, you don’t want to rush anything with him.
It’s why you tell Corazon not to force Law to see your daughter right away, when the boy refuses to have anything to do with her and leaves your hospital room. You’re not upset at all, you know this must be hard for him. To lose and regain a family in a matter of weeks, then have a new sister so quickly as well, it’s a lot to take in at such a young age. You know he hasn’t gone too far, probably just sitting by your door, he’s just overwhelmed, you reason to Corazon, who nearly dragged Law back when he turned to leave before running out.
“He needs time, we need to give him that.”
It’s later that day, when Corazon has left to get something for him and Law to eat, that he leaves the three of you alone, finally convincing Law to at least sit in your room instead of outside the door. You have been holding your daughter for a while, noticing that Law is quietly looking over every now and then, and it makes you smile.
“You wanna come see her? It’s okay if you don’t. I won’t force you, Law.”
He doesn’t say anything, but eventually comes over, sitting beside you to get a look at your newborn while you adjust her blanket so he can see her face better. It’s hard for you to get a read on Law sometimes, he’s already good at masking his emotions, so you give him a few minutes of watching her before you say anything.
“Her name is Evangeline. What do you think?”
“…she’s small.”
“She is! She’s got her daddy’s hair too!”
“I was hoping she’d look like you.”
That makes you laugh lightly, nodding. It probably has to do with his sister having looked like his mother, you’ve seen the few pictures he has of his family. They were both lovely, Law looks just like his father. After another moment or so, you’re surprised but happy to see him reach over and let Evangeline hold his hand, the slightest smile on his face.
“Can you do me a favor, Law? Evie is my first baby, and I know you’ve had a bit of experience with your sister…can you help me and Rosinante take care of her? She’s going to need a great big brother to watch over her.”
There’s no response for a bit, but when he nods, you’re happily relieved. You were worried that he wasn’t going to accept another change so quickly, even though you knew it would likely take a long time for him to get used to this.
When Corazon comes back, he can’t fight the smile on his face to see the three of you sleeping, Evangeline still in your arms while Law is attached to your side, holding onto your arm.
Everything is going to be fine.
#one piece x reader#reader insert#trafalgar law x reader#law x reader#zoro x reader#sanji x reader#black leg sanji x reader#penguin x reader#op penguin x reader#portgas d ace x reader#ace x reader#corazon x reader#rosinante x reader#donquixote rosinante x reader#roronoa zoro x reader
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It's mostly the fault of poor editorial practices that B&R is so heavily misaligned continuity-wise w/ the main batman book. But walk with me for a minute:
You are Damian Wayne. You are 14 years old and have had one of the worst years of your life last year. Which is saying a lot.
Your brother, one of the people you were closest to, got shot in the head and forgot who you were. Your best friend went to space for a week and came back 3/4 years older than you, taking away your previously established dynamic and leaving you to have to bond all over again w/ a new one. You may or may not have gone wayyy too far with your new superhero team, who now all hate you, because you fucked up big time*
And worst of all, when you do try to do the right thing, you end up forced to watch Alfred, a father figure to you, the only one at your birthday that year, the person who has been so patient, loving and trusting with you, even when you probably didnt deserve it...die. you watch him die, and feel it's all your fault.
And your dad never corrects you on that last point. So you run away.
First to your mom who can tell something's up with you, she knows you don't give up that easy, you decide not to stay with her because you remembered how actually, neither of your parents are good at communicating with you despite their best efforts, so now you're 14 and flying solo.
And you do fly solo. For a while. Make new friends, new enemies. You think you're better off for it. You've got your best friend and your brother back. They're not around as much. It's fine.
And eventually your dad tells you that it's not your fault that Alfred died. Bit late but it's appreciated. Really. There's a bit of a hiccup where you get possessed by a demon and wage war against your father but after that, all in all, you two are...together again.
You start to think maybe you want to give him another chance, for the two of you to be father and son.
And in a change of pace, it works out! It's going good, mostly. He insists you go to highschool, you resist, feel like he wants you to be something that you're not (wants you to be normal), but eventually you acquiesce for your own reasons. He cheers you on at soccer and nosies around at your fundraising events with the other parents and gives you a stern talking to about your choice of girlfriend. Because he cares.
Except all the while this is going on, your dad is currently having his brain slowly taken over by an evil version of himself that he created and every time you look away he's slowly tearing your family apart (your brothers are just barely keeping it together. The ones who didn't get lobotmized that is Jesus Christ). You keep taking his side in these conflicts, for whatever reason. Maybe because he promised it would be different this time, and it isn't** and you're going to stick with him until he keeps his word for once.
But at the end of the day?
It's like your brother says. You're not the one who saves him. Broadly speaking, you've made things worse and needed others to come save you. And what else is Robin really for? You thought it was about redemption and teamwork but guess you're wrong. It's about saving your self destructive, apparently two-faced and erratic father. And you can't even do that right.
* TT (2016) by Adam Glass is a racist ooc mess, but unfortunately it's still canon so I'm referencing here, though like a lot of works authors clearly wish weren't canon but are, it's been subsequently glossed over. Win? Maybe? Or not?
** again Zdarky's characterization of Damian is so outdated as to be ooc, and considering the way he constantly and explicitly uses it to illustrate Tim's strengths as robin, I'd argue there's. Also implications there. But the batshit insanity of the main batbook compared to B&R rn is crucial for this post, so I'm attempting to justify it. This time..
#ramblings of a lunatic#dc comics#damian wayne#batman and robin#i know i already made an animatic of steph to tears over beers by modern baseball (you know the bit)#but this post has made me think of damian in this context. weeps#idk i read batman 138 for myself and the ways Zdarsky structures it to portray damian as inferior is just. AUGHH IT MAKES ME SICK#LEAVE MY BOY ALONE#the fact that josh williamson (not a perfect writer but i generally enjoy his stuff) had to single handedly save damian-#-after didio left the company and make him robin/a hero again#ONLY FOR THIS STILL TO BE HAPPENING THE MOMENT DAMIAN IS IN A NON JOSH WILLIAMSON BOOK#SICKENING#anyways. imagine if these titles connected and created a greater narrative besides building to event books. would be crazy huh?#that's not fair B&R is enjoyable in its own right and I'd rather have the main batman book touching less things to be frank#but still#if they ever do the theoretical tim/damian robins miniseries that lives in my brain maybe this could be discussed in some way#anyway <3
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everything has changed | aaron hotchner x reader
swiftmas ♱ heyyy.... so this is super late😬. I am now on break so hopefully the future ones will be on time💋
summary ♱ working at a daycare has its perks, a big one being a certain single dad.
warnings ♱ awkward flirting, my lack of understanding how daycares are run, ooc aaron probably cause I haven't watched this show in forever
swiftmas ♱ navigation ♱ follow my library account @baysfics to see when I post!
loud. if you had to use one word to describe your job it would be loud. you of course loved your work, but being completely overwhelmed has become a normal thing.
the end of the day was always the hardest. trying to gather all of the kids items, putting shoes on, getting through checkout, and cleaning up afterwards.
one little boy in particular however made your job a bit easier. Jack Hotchner, an adorable three year old, was polite, well behaved, and sweet. his father, aaron hotchner, was serious but seemed nice.
all you new about him was he worked a lot, and rarely was the one to pick jack up. 90% of the time it was his aunt to come pick him up.
but today was different. when your coworker said jacks parent was here for pickup you help his little winter coat on and backpack and walked with him to the front desk for checkout.
there stood arron, dressed in his usual black suit. his jet black hair was shiny and put together like always. his blank almost cold expression shifted to a much happier one when he saw jack running towards him.
the little boy hugged his father's legs in greeting, receiving a hug in return. you smile as you walk up to aaron and pass him the drawing jack made in class today.
"jack wanted to make sure u gave this to you," aaron smiles softly and takes it, looking over the two little stick figures playing in the snow, representing them.
he glances back up at you, nodding once at you, "thank you. youre jacks main teacher, correct?"
his voice sounding so clear is surprising to you. the most you heard from him was a quiet goodmorning or bye. you would see him mutter words to jack, but they were only for jack to here. the fact he talked to you at all was completely out of the norm.
you feel your cheeks heat up, suddenly realizing now that you have to speak directly to him how handsome he really is.
you smile softly and nod, "yes, I am." you realize too late how awkward you sound.
he nods, reaching out his hand to shake yours, "jack talks about you a lot. you seem to be his favorite here."
your heart swells at that, knowing jack was your favorite too. your heart also skips a beat at the feeling of shaking his hand. his skin is rough, yet his touch is gentle.
"thats so sweet. he brings you up a ton too." your hand drops back to your side and you fiddle with your jeans, suddenly feeling very flustered, a butterfly party happening in your tummy.
he smiles, a bit brighter now. he picks up his son, who is growing more and more tired by the second. he glances away before meeting your eyes again. "I uh, I appreciate all you do for my son. I work a lot out of state so, knowing my son has a good place to go is uh, comforting."
your smile widens, and you chuckle softly, "it my pleasure. he's a great kid."
you both continue to hold eye contact, your breathing calming a bit. he has kind eyes. tired ones, yes, but kind. he finally breaks the little bit of silence by clearing his throat, glancing down.
"well uh, we should be heading out. thank you again." before you can speak again he walks out, son in his arms.
even after he has disappeared from your eye site, you continue to stand and tare at where he was. you almost feel giddy, like a teenager who just met their new crush. you snap out of your daze when you realize you still need to help with checkout. you quickly get back to it, but can't help but thinking that everything has changed.
#swiftmas (fayes version)#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner x you#aaron hotchner x y/n#aaron hotchner x female reader#aaron hotch hotchner#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotch imagine#aaron hotch fanfiction#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfiction#bay writes🌻
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The Younger Kind Part 34 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley convinces you to order a new bed by using an interesting tactic. And when you realize you were Bradley's first for something, you're already excited to find out if you can be his first again. Because he was yours, and with one simple word, Noah had you wrapped around his tiny fingers even more.
Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, spanking, smut, and age gap (18+)
Length: 5500 words
Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader
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After work on Friday, Bradley picked Noah up on his way home. Casey tried to talk his ear off when he arrived at the daycare center. She seemed pleased that Bradley was alone today, and she pulled the clipboard away from him with a smirk when he tried to take it from her to sign it.
"I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner with me tonight? Or another night?" she asked, and Bradley just stared at her. "Us and Noah, of course."
She was probably the same age as you. Maybe he'd been giving Casey some sort of hope when he'd wrapped his arms around you yesterday. But even if he were single, he wouldn't go for someone who worked where Noah went to school. "I have a girlfriend, Casey. You've met her several times. She's on my approved list of people who are allowed to take Noah home."
With a sigh she set the clipboard down in front of him. "I didn't know it was serious."
"It's serious," he promised as he scribbled down his name on the correct line. And then without another word, she went to retrieve Noah for him. It was unbelievable. Suddenly, because of you, Bradley was appealing to younger women. And you were obviously appealing to everyone, including Beau Simpson. Every time Bradley saw him at work, he smirked at the admiral. That man wanted you that night at the bar, but you were Bradley's. He could get hard for you just thinking about it.
"Daddy!" shouted Noah as he ran across the small lobby.
"Hey, Bub." Bradley scooped him up and got a kiss.
"Where's Princess? I like it when you pick me up together."
Bradley shifted his gaze to Casey as he said, "Let's go home and get her."
"Do you think she made ants on logs for me?" Noah asked as Bradley carried him outside.
Bradley kissed his son and said, "I think there's a good possibility."
Before he started the engine, he texted you and let you know that Noah was asking for you and for his favorite treat. Your response left him aching to get home as quickly as possible.
My Princess: Of course I made him some ants. I know what you boys like. Dinner is nearly ready, too. Can't wait to see you Daddy.
When he finally rushed in the front door in his flight suit with Noah in his arms, you were there in the living room, ready to greet both of them.
"Princess!" Noah gushed, climbing from Bradley's arms to yours. "I made you a painting of a dinosaur in a crown."
You kissed his cheek and said, "I absolutely need to see it right now."
So Bradley pulled it out of the backpack with a smile on his face, even though you'd completely ditched him in favor of kissing Noah. Because he loved the way you interacted with his son.
You gasped when he held it up and said, "Noah! It's perfect! Let's hang it on the refrigerator." It actually just looked like some green and purple blobs, but you took it from Bradley's hand anyway as you whispered, "Hi, Daddy."
"Hey, Baby." Bradley had a lot of things in mind for you, but none of them were really appropriate at this moment, so he just gave you a soft kiss and followed you to the kitchen.
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After Noah was in bed, you changed into one of Bradley's soft shirts and a cute pair of your underwear. You finally felt like your things were organized neatly in his house and his bedroom. Your house... your bedroom. Just thinking about it made you smile. But the bed needed to go. You'd spent a good portion of your day looking for a new one online, but everything seemed so expensive.
"Why do you look upset?" Bradley asked when he walked in, fresh out of the shower. He removed the towel from his waist and used it to dry his hair. Even when he wasn't hard, he looked huge, and you bit your lip in need.
"I'm not upset," you insisted, closing the distance to him. "Just annoyed at the price of a new bed."
Bradley ran his index finger along your lip. "You have your pretty purple princess credit card. Use it. I agree, we should have a new bed."
You kissed his finger before you said, "The one I like is over a thousand dollars."
"Princess. You know by now that I'm not going to get mad if you spend money. Thank you for giving me a heads up about the price of the bed," he said, voice deep and raspy. "It sounds fine to me."
When you tucked your face against his warm chest, you whispered, "Thank you, Daddy."
One of his big hands trailed down your back until he was cupping your butt and playing with your lace thong. He slid his index finger inside the elastic, and your nipples got hard as he ran his finger slowly up and down your rear end until you clenched around nothing. "I have an idea," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. "Maybe it would be easier for you to use the credit card if you got a punishment of sorts when you did."
"A punishment?" you asked, looking up at him puzzled with your chin resting on his chest.
"A fun one," he said with a nod, squeezing your butt. "I could spank you."
You tilted your head back and gaped up at him as he continued to work his palm along your flesh. You'd never done that before, which wasn't surprising, because you'd never been with an older man before. And that always seemed like the kind of thing a boy your own age would turn into a silly foray into a kink that you thought you might actually enjoy with the right person. "Spank me?"
Bradley's cock was a little hard now as his fingers worked down and down until he was teasing both of your holes. "Only if you want to. Might motivate you to use the credit card," he whispered with a smirk as your eyes fluttered closed.
You moaned for him, long and needy, and when he took a few steps backward toward the edge of the bed, you followed him. When he sat down with his legs splayed, his cock looked gorgeous. Just shy of fully erect. Long, pink and pretty.
"What if I don't like it?" you asked softly, taking a step closer to him.
"Then I'll stop."
"And what if I do like it?" you asked, running your fingers along his thigh.
Bradley pulled your shirt up a few inches and kissed your belly. "Then Daddy will spank you when you use your princess card."
You moaned again and squeezed your thighs tight. "That sounds hot." And next thing you knew, he had you tossed across his lap with your butt up in the air. You could feel the tip of his cock rubbing along your belly as you scrambled to grab the bedding with one hand and his calf with the other. You looked up at him over your shoulder, and before you could say anything at all, he pushed your shirt up and rubbed his hand along your back, butt and thighs. And then he landed a solid slap that left your skin tingling, and you were already prepared to beg him for more.
He spanked you again, right on the round of your butt, and you gasped, "Fuck. Bradley!"
He soothed your skin with his rough palm. "Do you want me to stop, Princess?"
"No!" you nearly shouted, wiggling yourself up in the air for more. And he delivered, spanking you three more times in rapid succession. "I love it," you gasped, wiggling a little more against his thigh.
"I can see that," Bradley crooned. "That's because you're young and sweet, and you've never been bad like this before. You never had a Daddy who wanted you to use his credit card before."
His hand landed with another stinging smack, and you jerked against him, panting as you stared at the bedroom floor, waiting for more. Your thong was pulled taut, the fabric tight along your clit, and each movement brought pressure exactly where you wanted it. "Please?" you whined, and you listened to Bradley chuckle as you rubbed your pussy on his thigh.
"Wow. You really want this." He ran his fingers along the length of the strip of fabric between your cheeks, teasing your holes through the lace. You couldn't stop grinding on him. His coarse leg hairs and his muscular body kept you anchored as he spanked you so hard, you clenched.
Then you were treated to another round of being soothed while Bradley told you to keep quiet. And the next time his hand met your right butt cheek, you jerked yourself against his thigh and whispered, "I'm gonna cum."
"Really?" Bradley asked. "Should I let you?" He was back to soothing you and running his fingers across your holes.
"Daddy," you begged. "I'll order the bed tonight. I promise."
Bradley tucked his fingers inside your thong and teased you as he muttered, "This is going to work out even better than I thought." Then he used both hands on your hips to press you down harder on his lap, and you wiggled until you were moaning and clenching harder and harder.
"Yes," you gasped, and as you reached the peak of your orgasm, he spanked you so many times in a row, your eyes filled with tears of satisfaction. "Daddy," you whimpered, looking up at his smile and his handsome face.
"You're such a good girl for me," he praised, and slowly you managed to stand between his thighs on shaky legs. You kissed his lips softly as his big hands gently cupped your throbbing rear end. "I love you. Now order a new bed."
"I will," you promised, running your fingers along his erection. "After I take care of this." Bradley watched you with eyes wide, as you sank to your knees in front of him. You knew how much he loved your mouth on him like this, and you wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel. His cock was throbbing in your hands as you kissed the angry, red tip and looked up at him. "After I take care of you."
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Your mouth on his cock was always a treat for Bradley, but you still had tears in your eyes which made you look even more beautiful to him as he reached for your paper crown and set it on your head. You kissed and nuzzled his cock with your face before pressing soft kisses along his balls. He wasn't going to last long after the spanking when you were as good as you were. But he was feeling smug; you got off rubbing on him while he spanked your perfect ass.
He was planning on rewarding you by eating your pussy all night. He wasn't expecting to be the one who got head, but he'd never complain about this. Not when your perfect lips were wrapping around his cock like you were right at home.
"You're so fucking good," he groaned, head tipping back as you took him deep. He took a few deep breaths as you got him really worked up. You were bobbing and moaning, and he watched you take him as his hands found your face.
When you popped him free to take a deep breath, a pretty strand of your saliva dripped down onto the shirt you were wearing. "Feel good, Daddy?"
He huffed out a laugh. "Baby, you're the best." He stroked your cheek as you sucked on his tip and kept your pretty eyes on his. The crown was crooked on your head now, and he was just a mess for you. "Let me paint your lips up?" he asked, grinning as he thought about the lipgloss you liked to wear. Tonight he wanted you to wear him.
You sucked him expertly until he was panting, and then you jerked him off onto your lips and face as you giggled. "You gonna help me get cleaned up?" you asked softly as Bradley looked at you completely mesmerized. He reached to swipe his long fingers through his cum, but then he paused as he remembered the polaroid camera sitting on the dresser.
"Don't move," he whispered, kissing your forehead as he stood. When he returned and got the camera ready, he kissed the top of your head and whispered your name. "Baby, if you think I wasn't wild about the photos you sent away with me, I can assure you that I was. Will you let me have more?"
"Yes," you whined, licking at your lips as Bradley took a picture of you before setting it aside. And he'd fight a hundred more Carls who tried to take such a pretty photo away from him in the future.
"Let's clean you up, Princess," he murmured, kneeling in front of you and swiping his fingers through his mess. You licked his fingers clean over and over again, and Bradley pressed his lips to yours tasting himself. Then he put your crown back on the bedpost where it belonged, accidentally bumping your butt as he hung it up.
"Oww," you whined as he helped you to your feet. "I'm sore."
"I know," he whispered, collapsing onto the bed and coaxing you on top of him. He ran his palm gently along your ass as you curled up with your cheek on his chest. "God, you're perfect."
"I've never been spanked before," you whispered, and Bradley smiled against the top of your head.
"I've never spanked anyone before."
You looked up at him immediately. "You haven't?" you asked in awe. "I thought you and Meredith..."
But he just shook his head. "Who would I have done that with? I've never had a girlfriend who called me her Daddy before. You make me want to do everything with you."
He watched you preen as you propped yourself up on his chest. "Everything?"
"Everything."
You kissed his pecs as he handed your phone to you. "Am I ordering a new bed right now?" you asked with a little giggle.
"Yes," he grunted. "Put it on your princess card."
You held up your phone so he could see the bed and mattress you picked out. King sized. Four poster. But he liked it even better than the one he had now. He nodded and watched you purchase it. You tossed the phone aside and whispered, "Just wait. I'll earn myself another spanking in no time."
Bradley kissed you and said, "I know you will. Now let's talk about Big Bear Lake."
"Big Bear Lake?" you asked with a yawn as Bradley continued to soothe your rear end with his hands.
"Yeah," he rasped. "When can you take a few days off of work so I can spoil you and Noah with a little trip to the mountains? Penny, Mav and Amelia want to go. We'd have some built-in babysitters."
"Mmm," you hummed, a smile on your lips as you snuggled against him again. "Let me talk to Dr. Kelly." Then Bradley let you fall asleep in his arms.
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When you woke up on Saturday morning, your butt was still sore, but you were smiling against Bradley's chest. "Morning, Princess," he murmured in your ear. "How you feeling?" He rubbed his hand down your back and gently cupped you.
"So good," you groaned. Truly, you had enjoyed every minute of last night. Plus you were getting a new bed in this room. And Bradley had never spanked anyone else. And you'd slept so well. You straddled his waist, ready to show him just how good you were feeling. "Daddy."
But then you heard Noah jump out of his bed and open his door, and you knew he'd be in your bedroom in a matter of seconds. Bradley sighed as you scrambled under the covers with him, brushing his cock which was already getting hard for you. "I mean, I love my son, but..." he said with a laugh.
"Don't you dare!" you replied with a scandalized giggle. "He's an angel."
"Daddy? Princess?" Noah asked as he pushed the door open. "I'm hungry." He was so sweet, standing there rubbing his eyes as he looked at both of you.
"Head on into the kitchen, Bub," Bradley told him. "We'll make you something yummy."
Once Noah was gone again, Bradley rolled out of bed, and you wanted to reach for him as he pulled some underwear on. Then he set his gray sweatpants down next to you and said, "Take your time."
You stretched and tried to sit up, but your butt hurt so much. So you just pulled on the sweatpants and stopped in the bathroom on your way to the kitchen. When you looked in the mirror, you were smiling nonstop. And when you went to see what the boys were up to, you smelled coffee brewing and saw your favorite creamer on the counter. Bradley was standing in front of the open refrigerator, shaking his head.
"What do you want to eat?" he was asking Noah.
"Pancakes!" he replied from his seat at the table.
He grunted. "How about something I know how to make," he grumbled. "Let's give Princess a morning off."
"I can make pancakes," you insisted, and he turned to look at you over his shoulder with a smile. You kissed Noah on the head and asked, "You want butter and syrup? Some strawberries, too?"
"Yes, Mommy," he replied, looking up at you with questioning eyes. Your heart stopped. It must have. You were having a hard time breathing normally as you looked down into his brown eyes and then up into Bradley's. "Mommy?" Noah asked, quieter this time, and you didn't know how to respond.
"Noah." His name felt so precious on your lips as tears came to your eyes. You weren't sure if this is what Bradley wanted. But you wanted it. You could tell you were on the verge of crying as you stroked Noah's hair with your fingers.
When one tear streaked down your cheek, you asked Bradley, "Is that okay?"
He was right there with his hands at your waist and his lips next to your ear. "It's okay with me, Mommy."
You kissed your boyfriend hard on the lips before swiping at your cheeks and reaching for Noah. "Come here," you said, picking him up even though he was getting heavy and nuzzling your face to his neck. You kissed him and said, "Let's go find the strawberries in the refrigerator."
When you pulled out the carton of berries, you let Noah hold them. He looked delighted as you kept kissing his cheek over and over again while Bradley got your coffee ready for you. And he was all smiles just like his son as you held back your tears. You loved both of them so much, and you didn't want to put Noah down. So you just stood in the middle of the kitchen with him in your arms while Bradley took the strawberries and washed them for you.
Then you whispered to the child in your arms, "I love you, sweet Noah."
"I love you, too," he said with a smile. "But I'm hungry."
"Right," you said with a laugh. "I'll make your pancakes."
Bradley had been hanging back for a minute, giving you a moment with Noah, but now his arms were wrapped around you both. He kissed your temple before saying, "Come help me with the strawberries so Mommy can cook breakfast."
Your ears were ringing with the word Mommy. They both kept saying it. You didn't think you would ever stop smiling. You took a sip from Bradley's Getting high is part of my job mug, and you swore you had never tasted anything so delicious in your life. You made pancakes, and they turned out beautifully. You even made some for Noah roughly in the shape of suns and stars, and he looked delighted when you set them down in front of him. Then you cut them into smaller bites and added syrup and some of the strawberries Bradley had managed to cut up.
"Thanks, Mommy," Noah said as he shoved a forkful into his mouth. Bradley was reaching for a few pancakes from the stack as he smiled at you, but you took the fork from his hand and settled onto his lap even though it hurt your butt.
You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him softly. "Thank you, Daddy," you whispered, combing your fingers through his hair. "I love him."
"I know you do," he replied, pulling you closer. "He's wanted to call you his Mommy for a while. I'm just happy you're okay with it."
You laughed and watched Noah eating a strawberry covered in syrup. "I'm more than okay with it."
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For the rest of the day, you and Noah were inseparable. You colored together and did some puzzles, and Noah sat on your lap while he ate lunch. And your smile was infectious. Bradley thought about engagement rings and your birth control for most of the day even though he knew he shouldn't. But how was he supposed to help himself when you were playing tic-tac-toe and eating ants on logs with his son? How was he supposed to put it off any longer when he saw how happy you were?
He texted Mav a few times, making sure he could secure that lake house for a long weekend. And when you convinced Noah to take an afternoon nap, Bradley had you in his arms in the quiet house. He scooped you up as you giggled.
"Think I should mark you down as Noah's Mommy at the daycare center?" he asked, dropping you onto the bed and climbing on top of you. He made quick work of the gray sweatpants and your thong.
You moaned and said, "Casey would be so pissed off," as Bradley pulled his underwear down and stroked himself a few times.
"Imagine how annoyed she'll be when I get a ring on your finger," he growled.
You gasped as he pushed his cock inside you, and Bradley devoured your lips with his. You gaped up at him as he pushed your thighs wide and looped his arms around your legs. "Daddy," you whine softly, just spurring him on. He wanted to be gentle, because he knew you were still sore. But he felt feral inside. He wanted to mark you as his own.
It didn't last long, and as soon as he filled your pussy up with his cum, Bradley pulled you against his side for an afternoon nap in the now silent house. He dozed with you and ran his hand along your back, enjoying the soft sound of your even breaths. He had promised Nat that he would make an appearance at the Hard Deck tonight after missing out on so many weeks. When everyone was awake, he would check to see if Amelia could come over and watch Noah for a few hours.
But when you woke up and went right back to playing and snuggling with Noah who kept calling you Mommy, he shouldn't have been surprised at all that you didn't want to go out. As soon as he mentioned the bar, you looked up at him from the craft project taking place on the living room floor like he was very simple.
"What would I want to go out tonight? Noah and I are busy. Besides, if I go and that Beau Simpson guy is there and touches me again, he's getting slapped."
Bradley knelt down and kissed you with a grin. "That's Mav's boss. You know that, right?"
"I don't care who he is," you huffed, gluing construction paper together.
"We'll stay in," Bradley whispered, but you were already shaking your head.
"Go out with Nat. I'll stay here with this sweet boy."
Bradley studied you as you looked at him. Your hand was rubbing Noah's back as he used some safety scissors to turn orange paper into a confetti mess that Bradley would be all too happy to clean up later. Because he could tell you were finally feeling like you belonged here without any stipulations or an expiration date. "You want me to go out for a bit?" he asked softly. "So you can have a night with Noah all to yourself?"
You nodded with a smile and said, "It'll be just like when you had the dating app. You'll go out for a few hours and rush back home pretending you're not completely smitten with me and just dying to have a flirtatious conversation on the couch."
Bradley groaned softly and kissed your lips. "I wasn't hiding it very well, was I?"
"No," you whispered. "But neither was I."
"I love you. I'll ask Nat to pick me up for a few hours so you and Noah can play together."
And the two of you were still playing in the living room when Nat arrived to pick him up. You'd turned the couch cushions into a little tunnel and a fort, and you were laying in it together watching Mickey Mouse on TV and eating popcorn. Bradley had to laugh, because he may as well have gone out for the entire afternoon since neither of you noticed him cleaning up the rest of the house as you laughed.
"Hey, Natasha!" you said, offering her some popcorn.
Nat took a few kernels and asked, "You're not coming out with us?" as she ruffled Noah's hair.
"No," you replied easily. "I'm going to stay in tonight with the little guy. You got the big one."
Nat groaned as Bradley grabbed his house key. "He used to be fun to go out with. Now he just talks about you all night and mopes when you're not there."
"Sorry?" But you were laughing and looking at Bradley.
"Don't be sorry. I love to see a grown man turn pathetic," Nat replied, winking at you. "Come on, Rooster."
Bradley knelt and then crawled across the floor to kiss Noah. "Love you," he said. Then he leaned closer to you and kissed your cheek. "Love you too, Princess."
When he grunted as he stood, you laughed and said, "Don't drink too much, old man." And then they were gone and you snuggled with Noah.
"Mommy, will you make me ants?" he asked softly when the popcorn was gone.
"At this rate, you might turn into an ant," you told him, tickling his sides as he laughed hysterically. His chubby little cheeks were pink, and he looked so happy. He was a tiny, overjoyed version of Bradley, and you loved him so much.
"An ant! Mommy, you're funny," he giggled, and you scooped him up and took him into the kitchen. Once you peeled and sliced the carrots, you let him use a spoon to glob the peanut butter on them, and subsequently also on the kitchen counter. He sprinkled on some raisins and took a bite.
By the time you got him into a bath, he had peanut butter everywhere, and your face hurt from smiling. You and he had a rubber duck battle until your clothing was wet. And you read eight books to him before bed, including the ones that you picked out at the bookshop with Bradley. Noah was yawning and trying to keep his eyes open as he sat on your lap, and if this is what being his Mom was like, you never wanted it to stop.
"Love you, sweet Noah," you whispered, smothering him in kisses once he was in bed. You quietly organized the books on his shelf and watched him drift to sleep. You turned on his night light and eventually slipped out of his bedroom. Then you leaned against the wall in the hallway, feeling a little bit overwhelmed by everything.
Then you giggled. Bradley mentioned a ring earlier. Noah felt like he was yours. Bradley felt like he'd never let you go. All of the sweet gestures and the afternoon sex left you tingling. When you went to turn on his favorite song so you could take a shower, you saw a message from Natasha on your phone.
Fair warning... he's pretty drunk. I'll return him home in one piece, but then he's your problem.
You took a quick shower, still smiling, and then slipped into a pair of your underwear and one of Bradley's oversized tropical print shirts that fell to your mid thigh. You did up most of the buttons and grabbed some Skittles from the kitchen. You were about halfway through a documentary about a serial killer when you heard someone pull into the driveway.
Your heart beat a little faster as you peeked out the window and watched Bradley being led up the sidewalk by his best friend. "Easy," Natasha said as if she was talking to a confused animal.
"Just wanna see her," he replied, way too loud as she tried to quiet him down.
"She lives with you now, Rooster. You see her all the time."
Bradley just stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and started to chuckle. "She fucking lives with me, Nat. It's wild, right? Like she lives here now."
"Yes, she does," Nat grunted, trying to push him the rest of the way up to the porch. But he wasn't budging, and you were laughing now. You decided to give her a break and open the front door.
"Hi," you said softly, and then Bradley was coming for you so fast, Natasha almost lost her footing. You were in his arms before you could say anything else. He smelled like cheap beer, and his eyes were soft as he looked at you. "Did you have fun, Daddy?"
"Mmm," he hummed, pushing you backwards into the house. "Love it when you call me that."
You giggled as you felt his mustache on your neck, and you waved to his best friend as she headed back to her SUV. Bradley kicked the door closed behind him as you whispered, "I think you missed me."
He had one big hand at the back of your neck and the other was up underneath the shirt, skimming along your still sore rear end, making you press yourself against him. "You're so pretty, Baby."
You felt warm all over as he patted your butt gently with a little smirk on his face. You gasped and clung to him, your arms looped around his neck, and then his lips found yours. He tasted like beer, and as you parted your lips for him, he backed you up against the TV stand. It was just like the first night he kissed you, and he was still as gentle as he always was, if not a tiny bit more demanding.
"I love you," he grunted. "And you're wearing my shirt. Looks great on you."
"Tell me about your night, Daddy," you coaxed, running your fingers through his hair.
But he just started rambling as he unbuttoned the shirt with clumsy fingers. "Gonna take you to that lake house. Already talked to Penny about it tonight." Then he abandoned the buttons and cupped your chin in one big palm. His eyes were hazy and fighting for focus as he kissed your forehead. His voice was deep and filled with something a little dangerous as he asked, "When you gonna let me fuck a baby into you?"
He was stroking your jaw with his long fingers, eyebrow raised, waiting for an answer as the TV stand pressed into the backs of your thighs. He was more than twelve years older than you, and he'd been hinting at this for a while. It had always sounded appealing, but now that the three of you were on the same page about Noah calling you Mommy, you wanted it even more. "We should talk about this when you're sober," you told him, playing with the hair at the back of his neck.
"You know I'm gonna feel the same way tomorrow," he whispered, a soft smile touching his lips now. "I'm getting old, Princess. I want another baby. With you."
He was such a good father, so patient and loving with Noah. The idea of him holding a tiny baby- your tiny baby- was almost too much. You let your head tip back as you moaned, "You're not old, Daddy. You're a classic. Let's go to bed."
After he carried you to the bedroom and set you down in bed, he pushed you back against the pillows with his delicious body weight. "You're not wrong. I've been drinking. You don't owe me a real response tonight. But next time we talk about it, I want an answer from you."
You nodded as he eased his body away from yours, and you watched him strip out of his clothing and head to the bathroom. You were going to have to figure out a way to put your feelings into words.
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Can you elaborate on this please, I feel like it's such a crazy take but also maybe correct?
okay so, i remember reading an interview keke gave after nico won the championship (maybe even the "my championship doesn't matter anymore, only nico's does" interview) and in it keke said that he was always trying to support nico and let him know that he believed in him. and so he texted nico "push" to let him know that.
and it was like an epiphany for me. because i'd read that exact story before from nico's perspective and it was so different. it was like nico thought of the message as criticism, that he wasn't doing enough to win the championship, that he needed to do more or work harder.
then i thought of the interview nico did before his second ever race, where the interviewer told him that keke said his first race (where he scored points and set the fastest lap) was "not bad for a kid" and nico's face falls. he was so crushed because he automatically assumed that his dad meant it negatively, and the journalist had to tell him that it was meant as a joke/playfully.
nico and keke also did an interview in 2018 after they did demonstration runs at monaco in their championship winning cars (still the only father and son pairing ever to both win monaco), and they were asked which of them was better. nico's immediate response was "i don't want to compare us/i don't want to think of it like that". keke's response, which i personally think is more accurate was "you can't compare them because the cars and eras were so different". his response was about formula 1, nico's was about them as father and son.
there are other stories where keke supposedly criticised nico's first podium in australia 2008, thinking that he could have got 2nd not 3rd, but now i'm wondering if it was actual criticism or something that he thought of as praise and nico took badly because, as he's said before, his mind tends to go to the negative before the positive. there's also the fact that talk about f1 was banned in the rosberg house (at least between nico, keke, and sina) for basically all of nico's career, so it does seem like it was something of a sensitive topic in their household.
nico's said several times that he really struggled with the pressure of being in f1 throughout his career, that he didn't believe in himself at all, and that the comparisons to his father were really really difficult for him. so maybe it's not so much that he didn't realise how much keke loved him, maybe it's more that he was automatically negative about himself and therefore projected that negativity onto keke's reactions.
because when you look at keke, i think he really is proud. he is the only world champion who has ever seen his son become a world champion. he has an experience that no one else has, and i think he recognises that, but even if nico weren't a world champion, i think he would still be proud
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Last request! (I apologise if i request too much) I have a funny idea inside of my head, Could you do a dad headcanons of Ghost, Soap, Alejandro + König found out his and F! s/o's child has a innocent crush or how they act towards on their crush. How the 141 boys would react?
I can imagine if their child is a boy, I think they might tease their child about the "crush" thingy. If their child is a girl, ohh boy I think they're a type of a dad who said "no boys until you're 18 young lady" or being protective dad.
bonus: I think some of them might cry on their child for being " grown up so fast"
Hello again!! Don't worry about requesting too much, I love every request I get!! But this idea is so stinkin cute (〃` 3′〃)Thank you for requsting and I hope you enjoy!!
We have a healthy mix of boy!child and girl!child, I really just used whatever I felt fit the best within the character. The child in this is like middle school age or younger here.
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|| How Ghost, Soap, Alejandro + König Would React When Their Child Has a Crush ||
Warnings: Some angst (not really)
Female!Reader // Romantic + Platonic
|| Ghost
The child is a girl because Girl Dad Ghost brain rot is real
I have mentioned this 100 times but he is observant, right?
So he is back from base for a leave and decides he is gonna go and pick up your child from school
And while he is awkwardly standing among the other parents, he notices you talking with a young boy
He is horrified because you are blushing profusely
Doesn't say anything to his kid but as soon as he comes home and the kid runs off to her room, he just latches onto you and is like "We need to talk."
And your immediately worried because you think something is seriously wrong
Then he just tells you about her blushing at the boy and you let out a little relieved laugh
But then you tell him there is nothing wrong with someone her age having a harmless crush but he can't help it
He is incredibly protective and knows just how cruel young boys can be
He just doesn't want her to get hurt
Expect the next time that he goes to pick her up, he is just glaring this boy down
If they do start dating, the boy better be prepared for the most terrifying shovel talk ever
|| Soap
We will do a boy child for him
So, I imagine the kid is like smiling at his phone or something at family dinner
And Soap jokingly asks if he is talking to a girl and when the kid blushes and tells him to stop he knows he unintentionally was correct
He is very quiet all throughout dinner until the two of you go to bed
You ask him what's wrong and he just starts silently crying because his son is growing up and he misses so much of it because of work
You just hold him and let him cry it out until morning
You reassure him that you and your son know that his work is important and that you both will also be there for him when he gets back
He has a mildly awkward heart-to-heart with his kid after that about how, despite him having to leave so often, that he would also be there for him
He would then go on to give the kid really bad dating advice
At that point, your quick to swoop in and dispute what Soap says for no other reason to see him get flustered when you explain how he embarrassed himself when the two of you met
|| Alejandro
We will do a female child for him because, once again, girl dad vibes
Very, very, protective girl dad vibes
When you jokingly mention that your daughter is fostering a crush on someone from school? He needs to know everything
What is this boys name, who are his parents, when did you find out
You will need to take a moment to calm him down before telling him anything else
He would want to talk to the boy immediately, despite you telling him that it's nothing more than a innocent crush
When the two of them meet one time, say your daughter introduces him to the two of you at pick-up one day, he is all intimidating glares
The boy is clearly very nervous so you have to shove him to get him to lighten up
When he sees how happy your daughter is when hanging out with him, he softens
"As long as you're happy, hija."
God help this boy if he ever hurts her though-
|| König
To keep it even, we will do a boy child for this one
I see him absolutely loving spending one-on-one time with his kid from time to time
So during one of these outings, he admits that there is a girl he likes at his school
He is in shock because of course the kid is at that age but he is still completely caught off guard
If the kid tries to ask for advice he would just have to be like, "Your mother kinda just threw me over her shoulder and I accepted it."
He is not that big of a flirt but he does know a thing or two
Encourages the kid to be observant (not in a creepy way) to pick up on the things she likes
He overall just encourages his kid to be nice and to pay attention to what she likes
He also encourages him to be more outgoing because he regrets not being as open when pursuing you
When König tells you about this later, your all over him with kisses and "awe"s
And who could blame you truly?
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Do you think any of the guys that could sense yutu being their kid (like Leona, some of the faes AND 100% ROOK) ever get the urge to pick up yutu like a wet kitten?
Like they know he's either related to them or is their kid and he's acting all tough and could get himself in trouble. A simple scoop from the neck could make things real easy... but no they shouldn't, he's not 5... But it would make things easier..
Rook, Trey, and Jade feel like they'd be the most likely to do this tbh.
Lilia might feel the desire, but it's overwhelmed by how cute his little boy looks, just like his old man dawwww ♡ Leona only ever steps in to correct stuff like that if it's going to be a massive deal, Yutu huffing and puffing won't cause any actual problems if he can back up his shit talking and if he can't he needs to learn not to do that. Malleus doesn't realize it's possible for his kid to lose, Silver essentially does the same thing as he does in the White Rabbit Event by reminding Yutu to calm down, and Sebek is at Yutu's side doing the exact same thing as his kid just at a louder volume.
But with Rook, Trey, and Jade, they already have a sort of instinct to step in when someone's getting mad or could get hurt so it's nothing new for them to do really. Rook wants to teach his son to hunt, so if the little one has given up his position then it makes sense for him to snatch the baby up and take him away. Trey already has Yutu halfway under his arm and back to Ramshackle before he realizes that he could have just let the kid fend for himself. Oh well, guess this just makes him a good dad and he can just get Yuu to help him relax for a reward later.
Jade just thinks it's funny to step in, make everyone angrier, and then drag away his fry as if he isn't giggling about how funny everyone looked. He's such a bad influence.
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Okay hear me out on this, single dad Chuuya who's son really loves his homeroom teacher, who Chuuya wants to mess up and make his son's new mommy, all for his baby boy. :) nsfw if you would be so kind
Mewls, just kidding but this is interesting! I decided to do GN!reader and Chuuya uses The word “mommy” for the reader because he is daddy.
CW. Public sex?(he has sex with u in a classroom), classroom sex, Chuuya goes to a parent/teacher conference or something, Oral sex(male), blowjob, “mommy” used for the reader but the reader is GN, Face-fucking, no hole fucking just mouth because I tired and my battery at 5%
A/N: I love this ginger boy sm, also while I was editing this the word “tuck” got auto corrected to “fuck in the first sentence and I was scared when I reread this 💀 I have no idea if there are grammar mistakes but I am tired and I can't edit this so best for luck to me frfr
He kisses his son’s forehead as he tucks hin in bed. He smiles as he gets up and leaves his son for his nap, he makes sure that there are bodyguards waiting at the door and the maids are cleaning up the house while he is about to leave. He gets into his car and he drives to his son’s school. He taps his fingers against the wheel, he thinks about the homeroom teacher, you. He remembers your sweet smile and your loving attitude, oh how good-looking you looked. How much his son loves you! Oh how you acted like a parent towards his darling, son. You were like his second parent to his son, he thinks about you guys as family even though he shouldn't be thinking that. It was wrong and his son’s real mother was still present but he really didn't care about her, he was in his custody so no need to care about her. I mean, his son loves you so why not dream about it? Everytime he sees you, Chuuya just what's to mess you up, seeing you on the bed, ass up and drooling as you take his dick. Oh how he wanted to mess you up real bad, making you addicted to his dick! He wants to breed you when he sees you taking care of his kid, treating him like he was your own child. He fixed his tie as he walked in, he saw your pretty face. You look up and smile, waving at him. Your pretty lips which he wanted slip his dick through into your warm wet mouth, he groans as he thinks about it. He can't help but feel a twitch in his pants when he sees you, his pants tighter and he gulps. “Hello” you both say to each other, he ignores your talking only focusing on you, he rubs his pants as he hopes that you don't notice(he wants you to notice bad) he closes his eyes as he moans, he completely forgets about where he is, he rubs his hard dick through his pants. You gulp and your face turns darker, you see his hand rubbing at his hardened cloth dick, you feel an urge to go over there and touch it. You always had nasty and dirty thoughts about Chuuya, how you wanted to suck his dick so badly! You bite your lower lip as he moans and he stops when he feels you between his legs. He looks down at you, he gasps when he feels your hand on his cloth dick. You rub it, you look up at him as he nods his head, you pull down his pants and suck his dick through his underwear. You can taste his pre-cum through it, you moan as he runs his hand through your hair, his hips stutter. You pull down his underwear as his dick hits your face, you chuckle as you put his dick into your mouth, damn you were so good at it. He grips your hair as he guides you, making you go lower onto his dick. He goes faster, making his balls hit your chin, as you take his cock deeper into your mouth, you moan as you reach down and touch your sex. Pleasuring yourself while you take his dick into your mouth, he can't wait to make you into a mommy, make you his son's new mommy! He grunts as he forcefully stops you, making you swallow his load! He looks down at you, he wants to ruin you so bad and he cant wait to do it. He can't wait to make you into his baby Boy's mommy!
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"Ummm they toned down the abuse from Gabe in Percy Jackson because it's a kids show, stop being mad about it"
Ignoring the fact that it's also a children's book, let's take a look at some children's media in the last couple decades that depict parental abuse towards children that isn't physical, but still makes the abuse feel real:
1. Harry Potter. I'm loathe to even put it on here bc of how much I hate JKR, but HP DOES depict child abuse in probably one of the best ways of any modern media. As far as I can remember (correct me if I'm wrong), the Dursley's never lay a hand on Harry. But it is never even questioned if they're awful people towards Harry - they literally make him sleep in a closet.
2. Matilda. Like do I even need to explain this one? Abuse from not only her whole family (again, NONE of it physical from what I recall), but also from other authority figures. And she's not the only character who deals with parental abuse - Miss Honey is a grown adult shown to be dealing with the negative effects of an abusive parental figure.
3. Phineas and Ferb. Laugh all you want, but Doofenshmirtz's parents were genuinely awful to him. His stories are just tamed down in a way that's palpable to a much younger audience while still also being clear abuse - a young child can chuckle at his stories but STILL understand why maybe some of his stories would turn him evil.
4. Avatar the Last Airbender. Zuko's father physically disables his own son. Not to mention the constant emotional neglect and manipulation on top of it, the writers never held back on how bad his father was. Even if he hadn't scarred Zuko, he would still be a clear depiction of an abusive parent.
5. The Willoughbys. The parents are so awful that the kids literally plot to murder them. The parents abandoned them to freeze to death on top of a mountain. Enough said.
6. Percy fucking Jackson.
Percy Jackson IS a book made for kids that depicts child abuse from a parent - and not only does it depict child abuse, it depicts spousal abuse.
I know Percy doesn't know that Gabe is physically hurting Sally in the beginning of the book. But we as the audience know that Gabe DOES hurt Percy. There is not a single sign in the new show that Percy has anything more than a snarky, annoyed view of Gabe.
Gabe is supposed to be smelly and disgusting, a drunk (which, even if they can't depict that in a Disney show, you can still play around with his grossness), a slob, and a gambler. He's barely even greasy in the show. Literally they could have just had him belch a few times or eat messily and it would have given off a better impression of his character. Instead, he just quips back and forth with Percy and then later is just...whining. He's whiney. He does not ring as a man who abuses his family, emotionally OR physically, he rings as a pathetic step-dad figure who can't support himself (which is ALSO not canon, because in the book he runs an auto store! His abuse towards Sally is not for lack of money, it's just because he's a dick!!!) The fact that I think that Doof's parents in Phineas and Ferb are more overtly abusive than him on screen is actually absurd.
And Sally fell flat. Her character in the book doesn't yell literally ever - not once in the whole series can I recall her legitimately yelling at someone. Her persona is kind and gentle in the books and as for wits, she's clever, and sneaky, and cunning. She fights back with Gabe in ways that we as the audience can see, but Gabe misses because he's so dense.
Take the bean dip scene.
In the show, she basically is like "Yeah yeah I'll make the bean dip, shut up" and Gabe just whines about the sour cream while they yell at each other.
In the book? That's her bargaining chip to take the car for the weekend. That's her ticket out of the house. Bribery. Not just placating a whining husband - she bribes him in the books.
And her yelling back? Just feels so unnatural to Sally Jackson as a whole. I saw someone say she feels like Disney girl-bossed her, and they're right. She doesn't feel like Sally Jackson. She feels like just another cut and paste Disney woman who's snappy and doesn't take shit.
And to be clear - the OG Sally Jackson also didn't take shit. She was just so much more clever about it, in a way that made sure Percy never saw her actively yell. She doesn't have to be snarky and rude to get her way. Percy knows she's fighting back without physically fighting, and that's what makes her so strong. Sometimes you have to fight more with your wits and cleverness than you do with screaming and fists
(Gee...wonder what other character Percy ends up really admiring that also holds that philosophy in life?)
Anyway...all that said, stop blaming the fact that it's a children's show on Gabe's watered down personality. Children's shows/movies and family shows/movies have been depicting serious parental abuse and neglect for decades, in both realistic and more humorous ways that don't take away from the neglect. Kids can handle it, because there are kids going through it.
To say that "It's a kids show, kids shouldn't have to see that," is a disservice to the kids who need to see that, so they know that they can get away too, and they don't have to get physical to do it.
Also, this version of Gabe? Doesn't deserve to die. He's just annoying, not an asshole that scares Percy more than literal monsters do.
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PLEASE make Whitewater be the one who kills Weaselkit. It would be so (tragically) cool, like just thinking about it reminds me of other amazing BB scenes like the Elderberry and Ferncloud scene but on a smaller, background character scale. It would also be a cool parallel type thing to Spiderleg who attempts to kill his son during the same battle. Obviously Spiderleg and Toadstep don’t personally care about the death of a non-Thunderclan kit, so it’s not like they would be aware of the other family murder happening, but WE would know. And we would be shitting our pants. (I’m a sucker for generational trauma and parents failing to protect their children in fiction please mister bonefall)
I HAVE to do it. It fits too well. It's absolutely shockingly tragic and horrrible. Hell opened up and Owlclaw's worst nightmare came lunging out. I have so many thoughts.
Owlclaw has had a whole life dealing with the neglect and abuse he went through, taking it out on others as a bully, and it's only now seeming to get any better
Mentor Oakfur being even more of a parent to him than any other apprentice he's had, knowing Owlpaw needed it.
Whitewater had FINALLY died. It hurt like nothing else, because in spite of everything he loved his mother... but he was FREE
And maybe she was, too. Maybe in StarClan she could watch over him, perhaps now with distance her memory can be something positive.
There was a time he might have wished suffering on her. But he's going to be a dad, now. He's learned that holding onto grudges never seems to do anything constructive.
He started his new life with Pinenose, still in their honeymoon phase. They're a young couple and everything is moving fast, they're welcoming two little twins.
Weaselkit and... Happykit. He still thinks it's silly, but he said it as a sardonic joke because he couldn't think of a good name and Pinenose beamed. How could he burst her bubble?
He has NO idea that his mother didn't ascend to StarClan. Shes doonstairs. He's daring to assume the best, and she's embracing the worst.
She doesn't need long to be completely onboard with Tigerstar's scheme. She didn't even need a discussion with Hawkfrost. The only reason StarClan would throw her down here is because there's a problem.
So, she'll put it right.
The IMMEDIATE validation she feels seeing Harespring training in the Dark Forest is intoxicating. They ARE cursed!! One of them already found its way here!
(AND the spawn of that damn TRAITOR, Crowfeather. The bastard who betrayed Mudclaw's coup.)
Harespring started training here out of curiosity, and a speck of heresy to be totally honest. He wanted to know his biofather, Mudclaw, and StarClan couldn't be all that wonderful if it would allow his brother Kestrelflight to be forced into the Cleric's den so young.
But NOW, having met Mudclaw and hearing his side of the story, and now WHITEWATER landing here as well...
...he has never had stronger faith in StarClan before. Mudclaw was horrible enough. Whitewater is unhinged.
There is no doubt in his mind that these two belong here. The sad stories are outweighed by cases like these, so in his opinion, there SURELY must be things he doesn't know about innocuous cats like Houndleap and Featherwhisker.
He hates coming here, every moment he's trapped with one of his bioparents is a moment he wishes he was spending with papa Torear.
Harespring betrays the Dark Forest the minute he has a chance to. But it doesn't stop Whitewater.
Weaselkit's death happened so fast and they were so young that Happykit can barely remember it. Was it after Dustpelt crunched? ...he thinks it was during.
I can't imagine Happykit will be told about Whitewater until he's much older, but... he knows Weaselkit's death is what drives the wedge between his parents
(Of course that's too simple to be correct. Happy's smart in the way that you get when you have to grow up quick, but still a kid at the end of the day. Owlclaw backslid into old, destructive ways. Pinenose can't handle him and their child and her grief at the same time. They were a young couple to begin with. It shattered like glass.)
I'm not sure who dealt with Whitewater during the Battle of the True Eclipse, but she is definitely double dead. Part of me wants to make it Spikefur, Pinenose's next mate. But Owlclaw dealing with his mother a minute too late, after FINALLY finding peace with it all, is also gut-wrenching.
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Pair of disappointment
lo'ak x navi reader
content : lo'ak x reader, sully kids x reader, and tonowari x daughter reader, ronal x daughter reader, family problems
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You are the second daughter of Tonowari and ronal, and unlike your sister Tsireya and older brothers you were seen as disappointment or shameful child to your parents and clan. As you could never do anything perfect on your family eyes, and you always seem to bring shame to you parents no matter what you do. Over the years this had started effecting and you never thought you will make your family proud. While your siblings seem to be your father and mother pride and joy you seem to be their shame, this had made you feel alone in the world. Unknown to you soon you will meet a boy that felt the same way as you, when it came to his family.
Y/n " ........" you and your siblings along with the sully kids were sitting in front of your father and mother, along with Jake and neytiri none of the parents were happy.
tonowari " how could you all do something so foolish and dangerous"
the kids " ........."
ronal " have you all have no shame of your actions" the group had gotten in trouble over, something that had to relate with payakan and some other outcast tulkun.
neytiri " you all could of been capture or killed a war would of started"
Jake " so tell us who bright idea was it"
neteyam " I'm sorry I should of talked everyone out of it"
Jake " no not this time Neteyam you are nor covering for you brother anymore"
lo'ak " dad we meant no harm I and y/n saw something that we thought could be helpful"
ronal " I knew it was all your fault y/n I always knew you were jealous of your sibling and everyone here"
y/n " mom no I didn't mean no harm we were not doing anything bad"
ronal " hush why can't you be perfect like Tsireya or good lie your brothers rotxo and aonung why do you have to be like this"
y/n " mom we are all wrong about payakan and the other outcasts, they mean us no harm maybe if we give them a chance"
tonowari " enough once again my daughter even if I can all you that, you bring shame to me and your mother ... once again ruining the family name do you know the work I and Jake had to do apologize to the others clans"
y/n " dad I meant no harm I promise I will make it up to you"
neytiri " you two are nothing but trouble and that what you two will always be trouble"
ronal " we will be Lucky enough to see if someone will want to become your mates, know your history the lucky navi will sear clear from you both for their sake and everyone else"
kiri " you are all being to hard on them they meant no harm"
Jake " enough I'm done with you all covering for these two mistakes, you all dong what you are told and can do it correct these two will never do anything correct or worth anything" lo'ak and you could feel your hearts and souls breaking.
tonowari " Y/n I think it best if you stay with someone else or else where in the clan until your behavior gets betters, you are worrying me and your mother to death and she pregnant"
y/n " dad I mean no harm to mom or my unborn siblings"
ronal " my baby is not your sibling until you can be a better daughter, as I see it now I only have one daughter and maybe this baby as second child but I have no child daughter"
y/n " mom please"
aonung " mom this is to harsh"
tonowair " no this has been coming for a whole until you sister can prove herself, she is no longer our daughter and no longer you sister"
Jake " same will go for you lo'ak I'm sending you and y/n if tonowiar approve to live with your grandmother she has enough, time and energy to deal with you to and maybe shape you two into perfect navi"
tuk " no dad you cant separate us sully stick together"
Jake " that only counts when you are a sully as I see it here neteyam my only son, until lo'ak can become mature and worth of the sully tittle"
neytiri " I will pray to eywa for both of you as it will take a miracle for you two to prove yourself once again"
y/n " please mom and dad don't send me away"
Ronal " it will be ronal and tonowair from here on now until you cna be the daughter we wish for, and not try to flee anywhere else we told the other clan and human none of them will help ... only the clan that mo'at with will help as everyone else it greatly disappointed in you both"
lo'ak " so that it nothing else we are no longer you guys kids"
Jake " you brought this upon yourself it for the bets for everyone you will leave tomorrow there will be no goodbye you all leave, and we will make sure you two are gone" soon the meetings had come to end none of other kids pose with you or lo'ak as they were taken awya by neytiri. no one looked at you that whole day as you walked around your home one last time before you left for a very long time.
The next day
y/n " hey"
lo'ak " hey"
y/n " thanks for letting me ride with you lo'ak"
loa'k " it okay"
y/n " you know they are all watching right from their homes, hey maybe they will through a festival when are are gone celebrating us being gone" you sound like your were breaking down lo'ak soon brought you into a hug.
lo'ak " hey you have me here you are not alone we can take on this world together, and see what the great mother has planned for us"
y/n " you are right lo'ak"
lo'ak " now come on lets go we have a long travel and I think my grandmother going to like you" you and smiled at lo'ak and soon you got into his ikran.
Lo’ak “ hold on tight” you do what Lo’ak had told you and soon enough you two had taken off into, the air together now flying in the air.
y/n “ ……..”
loak “ ……..” the two Navi teens had looked back at the village one last time. It will be a long time until the will return home and see everyone again. If they wanted to return as they will be adults soon, and they will mean they can make their own decisions and see if they wish to return to their home and clans or start a new life else where together.
later that day
loak “ we are here and there is my grandmother and few others”
y/n “ wow this is so beautiful we should go say hello” loak had nodded his head as the duo soon landed on the ground being greeted by moat and company.
moat “ welcome my grandson and y/n I have been told so about my dear”
y/n “ oh so you know I’m a shame and disappointment to my family as well” moat soon walked towards the girl and brought her into a hug.
moat “ you are now shame my dear today you both will go on journey that is different, from your family and clan … a path you two will walk together” you and loak looked at each other and smiled. Soon the clan had welcome you and Loak, into their village and way of life. You will grow up under the care and supervision along with some guidance by moat and some other older females. While loak had been trained by the best warriors and hunters, getting some guidance from them as well. As the years went by the duo will become close and soon enough a mated pair, when they become adults. The great mother was shining down on young couple as they will soon started a new life together and not forgetting their past.
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Which one of Pedro boys is more likely to move out of the bedroom, because your little baby is not letting him sleep properly. and because he has a job, he is like "no, I'm not sleeping in the same room as you and the baby."
I'm just crushed a little, because I heard a conversation ar my work among two men, who done this. I can't stop thinking about it since.
Like. Who would leave a bedroom to go sleep in a living room, until baby start sleeping during the night.
Javier P? He has responsible job. He needs to focus and think clearly.
Joel? Drive a car to work, he needs to focus and be precise.
Frankie? If someone suggested to him this as a solution, would he listen to the advice?
Jack? He is an agent, constant danger require clear and rested mind.
Dave? Would he take a pillow and move in his spare bedroom for few weeks?
Tim?! He is detective. 🍓✨
This makes me so sad, I get so upset when I see/hear about men being so insensitive towards their own son. Taking care of babies is exhausting but everyone should help, the couple, it's unfair to do that and so rude too.
That being said, I'm sure NONE of the Pedro boys would do that, because they are all great dads on their own way 🥺😍
So thinking of a situation like the one you mentioned, I believe that:
Javier Peña: he ain't no stranger to lack of sleep at night, he often suffers from it and struggles to get back to sleep once he wakes up, so instead wanting to move to another room, he picks up the baby and walks around the house with him, he's so soft, saying love words to his beautiful baby trying to calm his precious little child, since he can't sleep, he doesn't see why he would prevent you from resting in order to watch the baby
Joel Miller: yeah Joel works A LOT and it's hard work, but he also knows you work a lot by taking care of the baby and he's also been a dad, he knows some nights are easy and some are a nightmare. So he does what's correct: he acts like a real man and helps you take care of the baby; no matter how much their little Miller cries, he's there to help you, or he's there to tell you to go back to bed because he's gonna handle it. And I'm sure he plays the guitar to the baby 🤧🥺
Agent Whiskey: please, we know Jack's favorite hobby is to worship you and treat you like a goddamn queen, especially after you gave him his precious little Daniels baby; you've given him a family and he's given you himself entirely, and he will never let anything or anyone take away his family from him, so he will never leave you alone in the bedroom, that's just not happening at all... The baby's crying? No problem sugar, daddy Daniels is gonna take care of him for you. He checks the baby for a fever, a diaper change, sees if he's hungry and if by then your little cowboy hasn't calmed down, then he just holds the baby. Simple as that, giving him the snuggles until the baby is calmly asleep
Dave York: Dave would never sleep somewhere else, it doesn't matter if he literally kills for a living, inside his house, he's a family man and he will always make sure his family is around him. He thinks he's already too lucky to have a woman who accepts him for all his faults and sins and the moment he starts a family with you, he can't stay way, he needs to be close, to feel that love and remind himself he's part of it, also, he likes to be close in the case of a possible attack, he can defend you as soon as possible. If your baby simply won't stop crying, Dave will pick her up and pace the house, carrying her in his arms and he will possibly wake up on the couch with a baby slept peacefully against his chest
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The Dark Lord's Last Curse
It will be over, it will finally be over. Harry can't believe that after all that time, all their losses, Voldemort is finally gone. The young man started to open a shy smile in the middle of Hogwarts great hall. Only to be hit by a wave of energy he had never felt in his life, and with it the cold voice of the Dark Lord hissing at him.
"You may think you've beaten me Potter, but even in death the Dark Lord's vengeance reaches you. This is my final curse and it will take away everything you hold dear and make that Muggle lover Dumbledore's worst nightmare come true. But serves you both right, anyone who mixes with pigs should live like one."
At that moment the boy lost his consciousness, without feeling that his famous scar was disappearing, leaving in its place immaculate skin.
...
“You did not do as I asked. You never treated Harry as a son. He has known nothing but neglect and often cruelty at your hands. The best that can be said is that he has at least escaped the appalling damage you have inflicted upon the unfortunate boy sitting between you.”
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Harry woke up in his room at number 4 Privet Drive, with the strangest dream he had ever had in his life. It involved a school of magic and a Lord... Vol... Vold... something. Bizarre. He stretched, rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed, for a moment he thought about putting his glasses on. But then he remembered that he hadn't needed them in years, not since his aunt and uncle paid for the expensive correction surgery. Man, the Dursleys would give him and his cousin anything they wanted, as the room full of tech gadgets and boxing gear attested. Still drowsy the boy scratched his powerful pectorals with the feeling that he was forgetting something very important.
He forced his sluggish mind to try to remember and... he knew he had something planned with Duddley, something his cousin really wanted and he as his best friend would go along with it. No, no, that wasn't true, an irritating little voice told him in the back of his head, soon to be drowned out by a stronger and much dumber voice. Mate, today was an important day, he just needed to remember why, but thinking had never been his forte. Since they were little Duddley was the leader and he was a good follower. Even if now he was bigger than his cousin in musculature. His smaller stature made it easier for him to gain powerful muscles while training at the boxing academy. But the power dinamics between the two remained the same. Duddley was a lot smarter after all. And speaking of the devil, the blond and muscular boy appeared at his cousin's door at that moment.
"You still haven't got up, sleepyhead? Get ready at once, today is the big day."
"Yeah, I know that Big D, the big day... I just don't remember why."
"Potter, how stupid you are, it's a good thing I'm the brains around here! Go have your breakfast, dad wants to talk to you before we leave."
Harry felt butterflies in his stomach. The fear of his uncle's tantrum setting in. But why? Uncle Vernon never even raised his voice at him. The man treated him as if he were a prince.
"Potter, you asshole, you shouldn't have drink so much last night. Damn Piers and his dares." The young man grumbled as he picked up the first pieces of clothing he found on the bedroom floor.
He went downstairs, still sleepy, stopping beside the closet under the stairs and staring at it for a few seconds, with the strange image of his uncle locking him in that place. Nonsense. He had a fit of laughter just imagining it.
"What the fuck was in those drinks?" He thought, walk a few steps and stop again looking at the living room table. Full of pictures of him and his cousin. He scratched his head, with the strangest feeling that the images should move. If Uncle Vernon heard such nonsense he might really lose his temper. For some reason he was surprised to see himself in those pictures, as if for some strange reason he shouldn't be there.
The first image showed a young Petunia holding baby Harry in her arms, accompanied by a smiling Duddley.
The second was a photo of Vernon with the two boys in his office at Grunnings the drill company he had been a director of before doing a very lucrative deal with old Mr. Mason a few years ago and then expanding the business into other areas.
Harry remembered that day very well, after all it was his twelfth birthday and he deserved to have that day just for him. As a reward for giving in he got a video game and a television just for him so he didn't have to share with Duddley , which his cousin thought was a brilliant idea, perhaps because it had been his idea. Strangely, the image of a woman screaming as she saw an owl fly through the living room window popped into his mind. What the fuck was that? An owl in the room? Harry was never the imaginative type, that drink really should have been spiked, Piers was going to get a beat up when Harry saw him again.
Finally, a photo of him and Duddley at Smeltings, the school the two attended until a few days before. That one had been taken right after Duddley had lost weight and won the boxing championship. Harry once again found himself invaded by old memories, he and Dudley trying on the uniform, just before Harry's 11th birthday, the two engaging in a lively struggle with the walking sticks that were part of the school uniform.
Of course, the two of them had later used those canes on far more interesting targets. Still with the memory of that fun afternoon in mind, the boy walked into the kitchen, being welcomed by his uncle's smiling face.
"Good morning, Uncle Vernon."
"Harry, my boy, I need to have a word with you... what are you doing?" The man stopped when he saw the boy serve him the dish.
"Sorry Uncle, is there a problem with the eggs?"
"No, they're perfect, but why are you serving? You've never done anything like that in your life. Hahaha. Smart boy, trying to buy off his old uncle. Sit down Harry, you don't have to try to please me. I just want to ask you a favor."
Harry sat at the table, thoughtful, what the fuck was going on with him that day? Was it just the hangover?"
"I know where you and Duddley went yesterday. Don't get me wrong boy, I think every healthy boy has to enjoy life. But I ask that you don't let your aunt see. Boy, your father… He was a piece of shit, sorry to tell you that again boy... but it’s true. That man could handle a good drink and that's what worries Petunia. So leave it to Mallorca. Enjoy it, after all it's the first time you and Duddley will go alone to our beach house.”
Harry's first instinct was to yell at his uncle to defend his father, but why would he do that? His father had died in a car accident, probably drunk after dragging his mother across the country. Harry liked a good drink too, but he and Duddley would have to be more discreet, if even the Dursleys had noticed. For a long time the two boys avoided showing all their activities, even though they knew that the Dursleys would support them what they didn't see they didn't feel. And it was precisely remembering that that the boy opened a smile and spoke to his uncle.
"I will, Uncle, but I assure you what happened yesterday was a one-time thing. Me and Duddley have never drunk before, it was all Gordon and Piers' idea. I swear."
"I knew it! I told Petunia yesterday, "Tunia, our boys wouldn't do something like that. We raise them well. They are good kids and we are good parents. Isn't that right, lad?"
"You are the best, Uncle! Now I'm going to change, after all it's the big day." Mallorca! How could he forget, they'd been arranging this for months, finally vacationing alone so they could do whatever the fuck they wanted. He was slower than usual if he had forgotten about that.
After getting ready and picking up his bags, Harry went to meet his cousin who was already waiting for him in the brand new car he had received as a present for his eighteenth birthday. Harry was counting the days for his own birthday, knowing that he would also receive a machine like that. He and Big D were itching to race each other. The two had wanted to do it for years, though Petunia was uncharacteristically firm in her denials, likely due to how she lost her sister.
And speaking of her, his aunt was waiting for him in the front yard while Duddley laughed as he watched his father try to fit into the sports car he was driving back from the airport. His aunt turned to Harry, staring at him with her pale eyes, which for a brief moment the boy thought were full of rancor, but which only showed adoration.
"Harry dear, I might not like your father, he wasn't up to par with your mother, but Lily... Lily was eccentric, if you knew the hideous boy she hung out with when we were little! Yet when you lost your mother I lost my sister. But she left me you and I did everything to make sure you had everything you wanted, just like Dudders. My two little boys so grown up! Going away alone! Please take care of each other!
"Don't worry Aunt Petunia, Dudders and I will take care of ourselves, I promise we'll call every day!" If we can remember, thought the boy smiling inwardly.
"Hurry up Potter! It's time for a little fun" shouted his cousin from the car.
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The two boys were enjoying the late afternoon at the beach. When Duddley called out to his cousin, pointing to a group of younger boys.
"Look at those little shits, they're begging for a spanking."
"True, but they can wait." Harry replied. Not used to being crossed, Duddley turned on his cousin.
"And may I know why, Potter?"
"The reason, Big D is those two hot girls looking at us. The redhead is mine!" Replied Harry.
"And you think you can get a hottie like that, Potter?"
"You know I can Big D. Once they prove it they always come back." Said Harry pointing to his cock.
"They love my magic wand!"
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It's rough coming to the realization that your parents only "care" about you insofar as keeping themselves in your life. I was on the phone with my dad the other day, which is a rare enough occurrence on its own, but the topic turned to politics, which my father generally refuses to talk to me about because he gets emotional when he's wrong about things.
My parents are old-style conservatives. Not good, but better than the raving, foaming-at-the-mouth fascism that modern conservatism is. They're the "small government, tax me less, Reagan was cool and trickle-down is real" type conservatives (nevermind that they've been poor their entire lives and jack shit has ever trickled down to them).
During this conversation, my dad said that he "just tries to stay out of politics as much as he can". I responded saying that I wish it were that easy for me, and that I'm staring down the barrel of having all of my rights stripped away from me. His response to that is still echoing in my ears, since it was one of the most delusional, blatantly and demonstrably false things I've ever heard. "Son," he said, not bothering to correct himself, nor even stopping to think about what he had just said, "I'm a straight, white, Christian man. I'm a minority in this country and there are people trying to take away my rights every day."
As sickening as that was to hear, I didn't bother calling him out on it because I had just woken up from a nap and didn't have the energy to start a fight about it. I just dismissed it and mentioned the realities I face both now and in the future. To which he responded "it's all a matter of perspective." What a fucking thing to say. A matter of perspective. Like, you can't bother to even listen to your daughter as she tells you about the material, unavoidable reality of her life. It's all a matter of perspective. As if I can just say "Oh, y'know what, you're right. I can just pretend these things don't happen to me and won't happen to me. I'm not in constant danger actually, because I've changed how I look at the problem." and it all goes away. A fucking matter of fucking perspective.
My mom is barely any better about this. She pretends to listen, but still refuses to believe that anything I'm saying is reality. My little brother still lives at home, and through him, I've learned that the only person who consistently genders me correctly is him. When they aren't talking directly to me or my husband, my parents don't put in an ounce of effort. They flatly refuse to talk with me about anything to do with HRT or how it affects me. I'm on the verge of cutting them off entirely because of it, but I know if I do that, or god forbid mention doing it, I'll get another tearful speech about how it's just SO HARD and they're trying their best and it's all such an adjustment. You have to let us make mistakes, we can't feel like we're walking on eggshells talking to you. Please oh PLEASE just let us misgender you and ignore your identity in favor of the one we constructed in our heads for you PLEASE.
It's all just so tiresome.
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