#dad!lip

[gallaghersgal]

Just thinking abt dad bod Lip/Carmy and how hot he’d still be

speaking on dad!lip bc i just …

he is everything to me :(((

waking up in the morning when he’s crawling back into bed after giving your baby a bottle and getting him back to sleep. he flops down beside you all sleepy,, giving him kisses all over his stupid buzzed head and cradling him close, fingers scratching gently at his tummy. “thank you baby. ‘s nice to sleep in.” and he just chuckles and tells you “doesn’t seem like you’re doin’ much sleepin’ in,” as your hand travels down to his boxers…

[answer2jeff]

the fatherhood theory:

my take on lip gallagher finding purpose in parenthood.

First things first, I quickly want to congratulate the writers for beautifully articulating the accuracy of Lip's initial reaction to Freddy's birth.

Tami had an extremely complicated birth that resulted in her requiring surgery. Lip, both as a new father and as a boyfriend, was legitimately terrified. He couldn't decide if he should stay with Tami or their son. His thought process probably included the possibility of the mother of his child suffering, further trailing to the fear of fatherly absence. Naturally, considering Lip's lack of a genuine father figure, contributing anything remotely resembling neglect or failure to accommodate to his son feels like the worst and most unforgivable thing he could ever do.

Secondly, I want to say that although Tami is quite different compared to Lip's other love interests, I think she was relatively realistic at the time. She has drive and compassion, and Lip loves a good sarcastic girl who affectionately ridicules the guy she loves. She's abrasive in a way that is more meant to establish her intelligence rather than actually put others around her down. Tami is also terrible at accepting criticism, but doesn't respond in the explosive anger that Lip does. She's more passive aggressive than, well...aggressive aggressive. Even though it's not quite the healthiest, it's much more flexible than rage.

In short, Lip sees a lot of himself in Tami. But, she's a more put together, determined version of him. She's the star that Lip never really turned out to be, even if she's not absolutely perfect. Their relationship is accurate for the conditions of the show (and Lip's life.) Tami doesn't give Lip a lot of opportunities to self sabotage because she's pretty much dubbed herself the lead of their relationship.

(not ignoring the fact that she said he'd be a shitty father by the way. that crushed my soul and i'll never forgive her but that's besides the point.)

Having to decide to let professionals (doctors and nurses, who he notoriously does not trust (rooted by capitalistic healthcare environments and the need for independence due to his childhood trauma), try their best to help Tami when she was literally blue and unresponsive, was difficult and extremely scary.

However, once Freddy has been properly cleaned and prepared to be held by his father, Lip suddenly finds the answer to so many of his interpersonal questions.

"I seem to have ruined everything I was once good at. Is there anything I won't automatically ruin just because I don't think I deserve it?"

Fatherhood.

"Would I be any better at this than my parents were?"

Yes, with practice.

"Would I be able to break the cycle?"

Yes, with love.

"Is it necessary for me to feel so deeply about the world?

Yes. Even if it's painful.

"And was it ever worth hiding that with anger?"

To some extent, yes. You wanted to protect yourself.

"Am I, deep down, past my inevitable quickness to rage, a good person?"

Yes. You always have been.

In hindsight, his excitement for becoming a dad seems kind of obvious considering his overjoyed and emotional reaction. But I think we can dig deeper beyond this surface level impression. Even if it's genuine and ultimately very good at showing Lip's love for his son. Something that I think really prepared Lip for the complications of parenthood was the time period during his time as a college student taking care of Liam.

He'd been surrounded by family members for his entire life that he did not trust. When Fiona, his beacon of support throughout his whole childhoo despite their complicated sibling relationship, made such a grave mistake that reflected neglect, Lip felt unsafe. Both Frank and Monica were typical offenders of drug and alcohol abuse. And they regularly dabbled in allowing these substance issues to affect their children.

Now there was really nobody in his family he could trust. Lip would have to re-learn how to fend for himself and his family. He's had plenty of experience, but he had a support system. Even if it contained his own siblings who lived the same abusive life as he did. But now that he didn't trust anyone around Liam, he literally had to become his primary caregiver.

"You're the closest thing to a dad we've ever had," said Ian Gallagher.

Becoming Freddy's father was the love that Lip needed in his life. Girlfriends are replaceable. Lip has proven this. But he always believed that once you become a father, you do not have the right to back out. And he'd always hold himself to that standard.

This is your life now. Do it right, or go to hell.

People like Lip need to have people in their lives who unconditionally rely on them. His siblings have chosen many times (and rightfully of course) to handle personal matters without Lip's advice. He hasn't gotten to feel as needed or as important as he deserved to be. Having a child, though unexpected, was the missing piece to the endless puzzle that was his life's purpose.

Lip's desire to be a good father not only stemmed from the failure of his own parents, but the fact that guiding his siblings through life was the one thing that everyone around him that everyone was convinced he couldn't do better than anyone else. (Personally, I think Fiona did a great job as an older sister. I'm more speaking from the perspectives and opinions of his siblings.)

Lip will feel love for himself through Teddy. Once he can finally succeed for the long term, he will find peace.

Not to say that he's automatically perfect, because he's not (and no one else is), but he's ready to take on the challange.

Freddy is the love of Lip's life.

And he always will be.

[willowser]

once you and katsuki discover you're expecting, you agree to keep it to yourselves for a little while.

you can't hide forever, but you want the chance to bask in the excitement of what's to come, together, away from outside eyes prying in. and you do: there's an immediate difference in the way you touch each other, how often, with katsuki even shifting coverage for patrol just so he can cling to your side for an extra day or two. it's like a honeymoon, almost, and you take the time to enjoy it like one.

but of course he wants to tell his parents as soon as he can, though he doesn't outright admit it; as soon as you start pushing the boundary of your waistband, he finds time in his schedule to see his dad—and then mitsuki makes time for him to see her.

katsuki tells toshinori next, who becomes quite emotional at the sight of your ultrasound, which in turn makes katsuki surprisingly emotional, too. there's much that they say and even more that they don't, but it's all communicated, regardless.

and lastly—he has to tell his nerd-ass friends.

it happens on one of their bi-monthly outings—that katsuki has consecutively been skipping for a little while, for obvious reasons. and it's like the minute he sits down in his seat and orders his food and one beer, everything he'd planned to say dissolves in his head.

despite wanting to keep quiet, he's been trying to plot out his announcement to these exact shit heads since the moment you found out. it's just so personal, and even after everything, katsuki's still discovering how to share those parts of his life with others, still coming to terms with the fact that he wants to.

he'd considered doing it slowly, rather than all at once in front of all of them, but he very quickly realized how terrible of a plan that was; deku would not physically be able to contain such knowledge in his body for any period of time, kirishima is a notorious fucking gossip, and if shouto had given him some kind of shit ass, wrinkled-nose look, he would have had to howitzer him through a building.

so he just says it, because he's never really been one for subtlety.

right after everyone's received their food and started to take their first bites, denki makes a point to ask,

"how's things with your honeybun, kacchan?"

and normally he'd have a fit at the nickname, but instead he hears bun and feels his stomach flip like it does when he remembers, when silly little things remind him of what the two of you have made together, and into his food, he simply says,

"we're havin' a baby."

the expected silence falls over all of them, save for the scaping of utensils against katsuki's bowl. he's damn good at feigning nonchalance, but food is getting stuck in his throat and his heart is beating so hard that he can hear it deep in his eardrums. of course he knows, but it dawns on him again, how overrun he is with excitement.

across the table, denki takes his turn to speak again. "you're...what?"

and then the whole room is erupting into a mass of chaos, moving in pieces like a riot of unrefined children, and even though he's being hounded with a million questions and being shaken around by his shoulders and some of these assholes are crying—katsuki graces them all with a big, fat grin.

[90s-2000s-barbie]

Mary-Kate & Ashley Movies (1998 - 2004)

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

He really went :v

[trueka]

amnesiac girl & grave digging boy

[334iwatchshit]

what the fuck are these gay doctors doing on my screen

WHY ARE THEY DOOMED I CANT

[capquinn]

Bug would be so worried about him 🥺

oh poor buggy would be so scared - she’s never seen quinn hurt on the ice like that, especially not bleeding 😭😭😭😭

warning: mention of blood, quinn’s high stick injury, nothing crazyyyyy

The game had only just started when it happened. You were sitting on the couch with Bug curled up beside you, her tiny legs tucked underneath her as she clutched her favourite blanket. Her attention on the screen wavering, flickering between the game and the stuffed animal in her lap, but the moment Quinn went down, she stilled.

“What's wrong with daddy?” she asked, her voice tiny and alarmed as her little brows furrowed in confusion.

Your stomach clenched as you watched Quinn lying on the ice, his hand clutching his face, blood seeping between his fingers. It didn’t matter how many times you’d seen him injured — it always felt like the air was sucked out of the room, leaving that familiar, sickening pit in your stomach. But when you turned to Bug, her wide, confused eyes glued to the screen, her little hands clutching her blanket so tightly her knuckles turned white, your own fear paled in comparison. What must it feel like for a three-year-old to see her dad like that? To not understand the game, the risks, or the context — just the sight of someone she loves hurt?

The sight of Quinn on the ice, clutching his face as blood poured from his mouth, was too much — even for you, and you’d seen this kind of thing before. But Bug? She certainly didn’t need to see her daddy like that, hurt and bleeding. You knew it would only upset her, scare her in a way that her little heart wasn’t ready for.

“We’re just going to look away for a second, okay?” you said, your voice as calm as you could make it, even though your chest was tight with worry. “Daddy’s fine, but let’s turn around for a minute. Look — why don’t you show me how Mr. Bear can wear your blanket?” You pointed to her stuffed animal, hoping to draw her focus away, to shield her from the worry swirling inside you.

Her little body squirmed, her head craning to peek over her shoulder. “But what’s wrong with daddy?” she pressed, her lip wobbling as she turned back to face you as you gently tucked her closer against you, and her eyes searched yours. "Is he hurt?" she asked, her voice small and shaky, and it twisted something deep inside you.

You forced a smile, keeping your voice calm and steady. “Just a little, sweetheart. Sometimes daddy gets bumps at work, like when you fall off the jungle gym. But he’s really strong and really brave, just like you so he’s going to be okay.”

Her brows furrow, mouth slightly agape and she turned sharply to look at the tv again just as the camera showed Quinn disappearing down the tunnel. Her tiny hand clutched yours tightly.

“Where’s he going?” she asked, her voice wavering.

“Just to get cleaned up,” you reassured her. “It’s like when you scrape your knee and we wash it and put a band-aid on. Daddy’s got lots of people there to help him.”

It took a few more minutes of gentle distractions before she stopped asking questions, though her worry lingered in the way she clung to your side. When Quinn finally returned to the ice wearing the fishbowl helmet, her eyes lit up, a mix of relief and confusion as she studied him closely.

“Why’s he wearing that?” she asked, tilting her head, her brows knitting together.

“It’s to keep him safe for the rest of the game,” you explained, brushing her curls back with a soothing hand.

She cracked a hesitant smile, her lips twitching up as her concern began to fade. “It looks funny,” she said, her giggle soft and genuine, the sound breaking through the tension in your chest and making you smile for the first time since Quinn had gone down.

“It does, doesn’t it?” you agreed, leaning closer to her. “Maybe we’ll call him Bubble Head when he gets home.”

She giggled again, a little louder this time, her tiny fingers finally letting go of your hand as she relaxed into your side.

“Bubble Head,” she repeated, her voice light with amusement, her eyes now focused on the screen as Quinn skated with ease.

“There you go,” you said softly, pressing a kiss to her temple. “See? Daddy’s okay.”

By the time Quinn walked through the door, Bug was in her room, humming to herself as she played with her toys. You met him in the entryway, your eyes immediately darting to his face, taking in the neat stitch on his upper lip and the faint cut just beneath his nose.

“Let me see,” you murmured, already cupping his face gently in your hands, tilting his head back to inspect the damage. He let out a soft sigh, standing still as your thumb brushed against his cheek, careful not to get too close to the injured areas.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” he said, his voice low and soft, trying to reassure you. “Barely hurts.”

You arched a skeptical brow, your thumb grazing his jawline before stepping back slightly. “Yeah? Then what’s with the flinch when you smiled just now?”

Quinn smirked — or tried to. It was more of a lopsided tug of his lips. “Okay, maybe it stings. But really, it’s fine.”

When he pulled you into a hug, his cheek brushed against yours in the most tender of gestures, his arms wrapping around you as if to say he was fine, no matter how much evidence suggested otherwise. But even that tiny movement made him wince, his breath catching, and you immediately leaned back, concern flickering across your face.

“Your teeth okay?” you asked, the teasing lilt in your voice softening the worry in your eyes as you scanned his face again.

That earned a short, breathy laugh, one he immediately regretted as he winced, shaking his head slightly.

“Teeth are fine,” he said, the words tinged with humor despite the strain. “But you’re gonna kill me if you keep making me laugh.”

It was that laugh — soft, warm, and distinctly Quinn — that carried down the hall, catching Bug’s attention. A moment later, you heard her tiny feet padding rapidly toward you, her voice echoing as she shouted, “daddy!”

Quinn’s tired expression softened instantly, his eyes lighting up as he turned just in time to catch her barreling into him. Her little arms wrapped tightly around his legs, and his hands rested gently on her back.

“Hey, Bug,” he said, his voice gentle despite the faint strain in his smile. “Miss me?”

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with her bright, eager smile — only for it to falter the moment her eyes landed on his face. Her expression twisted in an instant, her nose scrunching in unmistakable disgust. The stitch in his swollen upper lip, the dried bloody cut below his nose — it was clearly not what she had expected.

“Ew,” she declared with brutal honesty, her tiny voice cutting through the quiet.

Quinn couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped him, though it was tinged with self-consciousness. He felt a little less like her dad and more like Frankenstein’s Monster with the way she was staring at him. He knelt down to her level, his movements slow and careful.

“Yeah, not my best look, huh?” he said lightly, though the laugh quickly faltered as a sharp pain shot through his split lip, making him wince. Bug’s eyes widened at the reaction, her expression shifting again. The initial disgust melted into something softer, something far more vulnerable.

Her little hands reached out hesitantly, fingers brushing against his before curling around his much larger ones. She fidgeted with them, her gaze flickering between his face and his hand, unsure and searching, as though she wasn’t quite certain he was okay enough for her usual cuddle — the one where she’d fling her arms around his neck and nestle into his shoulder like it was her safest place in the world.

Her wide eyes searched his face, her tiny brows furrowed with confusion and worry. “Does it hurt?” she asked softly, her voice trembling just enough to make Quinn’s chest tighten.

“A little,” he admitted, his voice gentle, steady. “But it’s not so bad now, Bug. I’m okay.”

Bug didn’t look entirely convinced. She glanced at you, her lip wobbling slightly, then back at Quinn, her little hands tightening around his fingers like she could anchor him there, safe and unhurt. She wasn’t used to seeing him like this — someone so strong, so steady, now looking hurt and fragile. She had never experienced what it meant to see someone she loves be hurt, to watch it unfold in front of her and not be able to do anything to stop it. It was new, and it was scary, and her little mind struggled to piece it all together.

“Are you sure?” she asked, her voice small, and Quinn could feel the weight of her worry in every syllable.

Quinn nodded, his free hand lifting to gently cup the side of her tiny face, his thumb brushing over her cheek in a soothing gesture. “I’m sure, Bug,” he said softly, his voice steady and warm.

Bug’s lip wobbled again, her big eyes still uncertain, but she leaned into his touch like it was the reassurance she needed most.

“But you were bleeding,” she whispered, her voice trembling as though the memory alone unsettled her.

Quinn’s heart twisted, and he gave her the gentlest smile he could manage, leaning closer until they were eye to eye. “I was, huh? But look—” He pointed to the stitch on his lip and the faint cut below his nose. “They fixed me right up. Just a little bump, and now I’m good as new. Promise.”

Bug's gaze lingered on the injury, and then she leaned in close, her small arms curling gently but firmly around Quinn’s neck as though she couldn’t hold him tight enough. She nestled her face into his shoulder, her little body sinking into his warmth, and the softest sigh of relief escaped her lips. Quinn’s arms wrapped around her immediately, his hold strong yet tender, his chin resting lightly atop her head like he needed the comfort just as much as she did.

“She’s been worried about you all afternoon,” you said quietly, your voice thick with emotion as you watched them. The sight of your little girl seeking solace in her father, her worry so tangible for someone so young, pulled at something deep inside you.

Quinn nodded, his throat tightening as he pressed a soft kiss to Bug’s hair, ignoring the sharp sting it sent through his split lip.

Bug clung to him, her tiny hands gripping his shirt, and you could see the way her worry started to ease in his embrace. Yet the guilt lingered in Quinn’s expression, etched in the tight lines of his face and the way his shoulders hunched protectively over her. The pain from his injuries and the weight of the day seemed to press on him, but he held her as if she was the only thing grounding him.

“I’m sorry, Bug,” he murmured, his voice rough. “I didn’t mean to scare you, sweetheart. But I’m here now, and I’m okay. I promise.”

[thriftybruce]

Tate warm up sketches

[thebearer]

Omg Imagine meeting Lip at college and you are majoring in education, and you only know each other through math or something you need help with. You could just befriend him at first because he is a WHORE phase lol.

Idk your dribbles make me think that Lip and his wife have a strong friendship that blossomed to romance after Lip figures his shit out , and she got knocked up very early on lol.

📢ALSO LIP WILL BE SO MUCH WORSE THEN CARMY WHEN HE FINDS OUT YOU ARE PREGNANT BC KAREN TRAUMAAAAAAAAAAA 📢

"Hey," You stride next to Lip, looping the free strap of your backpack on. "What are you doin' tonight?"

"Uh, kinda busy." Lip hummed, brows creasing lightly when he looked over at you.

"With your professor?" You gave him a pointed look, a devious smile spreading across your lips when he scoffed.

"Yeah. You got plans with yours?" Lip countered.

You rolled your eyes. "Please. I'm not that desperate for a grade." You quipped. "Speaking of, I was going to ask if you were free tonight, because I am going to fail this math test on Wednesday."

"Yeah? And what do you need me for?" Lip grinned, pushing the door open for you. It was so casual, friendly- it made your heart flutter.

"Stop." You shook your head at him. "C'mon, I really need your help. I do your critical theory homework all the time to impress your sexy professor lady, so you owe me."

"Yeah, I guess. I'll, uh, I'll stop by after my last. I gotta check with Youens, make sure I got my shit done. Then I can come help you study." Lip nodded casually.

"Ugh, thank you." You sighed, bumping him playfully with your shoulder. "I swear, I'm not teaching math ever. I don't understand why I'm in the hardest math class for elementary ed."

"I mean, they probably want their teachers to be halfway smart." Lip shrugged. "Well, maybe not at the shit hole school I went to, but, uh, the good schools."

You snorted. "Yeah? Well, regardless, I'm not teaching math. I'll hold down the language arts, or the history, maybe the science if I have to. But math? Out of the question."

"Not even long division, huh?" Lip grinned.

"To be completely honest with you, I don't think I know how to do long division." You giggled. "I can barely do short division."

Many Years Later

"Lip!" You called, your voice carrying out to the garage, where your husband was "working on the car" (which really meant sneaking a cigarette).

"Yeah?" Lip hummed, walking into the house. Freddie sat at the kitchen table, a tiny frown on his features that mimicked yours perfectly. It made Lip's heart melt.

"Let Daddy see the problem, baby. He's better at math than me." You ran a hand over Freddie's curls sweetly, moving so Lip could take your spot.

Freddie had gotten Lip's freakish ability to do math. He was only six, but doing multiplication and long division already in his advanced groups.

"Lemme see, bud." Lip turned the paper towards him, scanning the problem. "Ah, ok, so you're not carrying the number here." Lip pointed to the problem, explaining it to your tiny son.

Your heart swelled, picking Jude up and hoisting him on your hip, trying to finish loading the dishwasher.

"Always thought your were jokin'." Lip hummed, gently squeezing your ass so you blushed, leaning to kiss the toddler on his head.

"About what?" You raised a brow.

"The long division thing." Lip laughed lightly. You gave him a confused look. "Y'know, when you said you wouldn't teach math and all that."

"Oh," You rolled your eyes playfully. "No, I wasn't. Why do you think I teach language arts now? Can't do all that numbers stuff like you."

Lip smirked, taking the dish from you and putting it in the rack. "How do you even remember that?" You cock your head to the side.

"What?"

"That I said that." You giggle. "That was, like, a million years ago."

"Because," Lip shrugged. "I was in love with you."

"No, you weren't." You blushed, dodging Jude's grabbing hands towards your hair. "You had your Mrs. Robinson."

Lip rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but, you were like my best friend." He said boyishly. Your heart melted. "Still are, but then, I just... I didn't want to fuck it up, ya know?"

"Watch it." You glared at him lightly, though it wasn't very convincing. "That's sweet. I was, like, very much so in love with you too, for the record."

"Yeah?" Lip grinned. You nodded, laughing when he kissed you sweetly over Jude's head. "Kinda had an idea."

"Really? What gave it away? The wedding or the kids?" You said sarcastically.

"No, it was the night that I had to pick you up from that dive bar downtown, and, uh, you were so drunk-"

"-Alright, Gallagher-"

"-And you kept telling me how much you loved me-"

You glared at him. "Jude, Daddy is being mean to me. Can you believe that?" You cooed, frowning exaggeratedly at your son. Jude just babbled, trying to grab at your hair again.

[caiabresebun]

this year has been kicking my ass so bad... a miggy for these trying times

[bruciemilf]

Cannot take my mind off southern! Waynes. Thomas has huge “Texas mom” vibes and I can’t explain it. I just KNOW he was a work dad if that makes sense.

I wanna hear about Thomas Wayne who’d have indents around his mouth from long nights at the hospital, who always reeked of blood but smiled like sunshine spilling on his teeth, who came to work meetings in his scrubs because he didn’t have time to change.

GIVE ME THOMAS WAYNE WHO BABIED HIS EMPLOYEES!

“My god, darlin’, I reckon you didn’t take that break we discussed! Now, I know you wanna show off to them high-heel folk, but you better go and fix yourself a snack and a nap, alright?”

“You’re still supposed to be with the juniors, mentoring don’t end for another month! Your team leader assigned you this? Aw, sugar plum, course it ain’t your fault, lemme handle it, all right?”

He’s stop meetings just to be like, “Hold your horses ya’ll, the boss is calling,” and it’s just Martha or Alfred. I know for a fact he loved bringing Bruce around the office and hospital, too.

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Ones Who Live | 1x05

[gallaghersgal]

i've been thinking sm about how lip wanted to be a dad so bad and how it would be soooo different if he had a girl who treated him right and was loyal and sweet

“emmie girl, are you excited to see daddy?”

your daughter squeals and babbles, “dad-dy!” her little hands waving in the air, one grasping onto your chin. you look around the commons, sighting a familiar head of messy curls and heading over to him.

“who’s that, hm?” you ask little emily, pointing out her daddy where he sits at a table outside the student center. as you get closer your daughter recognizes lip, squealing and squirming to be put down so she can run to him. you smile.

“go get ‘im emmie,” you murmur, pressing a quick kiss to the crown of her head before placing her steady little feet on the ground. she toddles over with adorable determination, shrieking in excitement until lip’s head is turning at the commotion. his jaw drops slightly and his eyes light up, flitting from his baby girl up to you, then back down.

"da- da-ddy!" emily stumbles on her path but lip catches her easily, lifting her up and spinning her around.

"what's up eminem! how's my girl, huh? didya miss me?" he smothers her little face with sweet kisses, listening to the sounds of her baby giggles. the two of them are so sweet, lip and his baby girl. he loves her so much. you know how much he misses his sweet emily- and you too- when he's away at school.

"look!" emily points with one pudgy finger at the bandaid on her knee. "kitty!"

"aw, y'scraped it sweets?" he asks, ever attentive. emily nods her head, grabbing onto his curls. "lemme kiss it better." he flips emily on her tummy, holding her secure and high above his head. he blows a raspberry on the squish of her knee, them smothers her with sugars.

"ducky ducky!" emily points at you, holding her little stuffed duck. it was a present from her daddy, and she never went anywhere without it.

"yeah? y'want ducky?"

you smile, coming to his side and placing ducky in her waiting hands. lip hikes emily up on his hip, kissing her, then ducky on the head. one strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you in to press one final, sweet kiss to your temple.

"thank you baby. jus' what i needed, time with my girls.

end.

[dearpyramus]

Dad!Lip kissing his baby girls scraped knee after she got too excited and started running. Like he wouldn’t put her down for the rest of the day constantly rubbing her back. She’d end up slumped over on his shoulder asleep bc she’s so comfortable with her daddy

Lip’s heart dropped as soon as he saw his daughter trip on the side walk and land on her knees. Lip bolts to her side, his hands already gently placed on her shoulders. Her eyes are wide before letting out a whine. This breaks his heart.

“Y’alright, sweetheart? Lemme see…” he coos, gently coaxing her to reveal her knee.

The sight of the scrape is enough to cause her to sob. Lip doesn’t waist time before pulling her into his lap. Softly shushing her as she sobs and rubbing her heaving back.

She continues to sniffle as he cleans the wound, wincing and whimpering a bit.

“I know, I know it stings but you’re doing so good, sweet girl. It’s almost over,” he repeats like a mantra, voice never faltering.

He gives her a hello kitty bandaid. He ever so gently plants a kiss after applying the bandaid. This earns a slight giggle from her.

“There, all better hmm?”

She clings onto him for the rest of the afternoon, feeling so safe in her daddy’s arms.

a/n: sorry this was so incoherent but I hope u enjoyed. If u listen closely u can hear the sounds of me sobbing profusely

[teddybeartoji]

toji is so dad sometimes it's so hot