#dad fic

[stvrniclo]

hi hi <3 this is just a lil dad!matt drabble bc he's so cutie patootie ughhhh ✧₊⁺

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა dad!matt x mom!reader ୭ 🩰 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you look at yourself as you stand in front of the mirror, contemplating whether or not the white dress you were wearing would be suitable for an outing with matt and your daughter blaire.

"mm.. 's okay, i guess," you mutter to yourself, pretty much. matt sat across from you on the other side of the room, with blaire sat in his lap as he watched her in adoration. "what'd you say, baby?" he asks, suddenly looking up at you through his pretty blue eyes, eyebrows slightly raised.

"oh, i was jus' wondering if this dress is okay," you say, doing a little twirl to show it to matt. "you look so cute, mama bear," matt grins shyly at you. you could see the faintest shade of pink in his cheeks.

"thank you," you giggle, flattered. you finish fixing your dress from the front, but you clearly struggle with zipping it from the back. matt noticed, though, and gently placing blaire on the bed, he makes his way over to you.

"i'll do it for you, baby," matt says, placing one hand around your waist and the using the other to hold onto the zip as he pulled it up carefully. "'s done," he says once he's finished.

"thank you, matty," you say softly. matt plants a kiss on your neck before returning his attention to blaire, who sat with one of her toys in her hand, giggling as she examined it closely. it was a fuzzy sheep, with rounded pink ears and blue eyes.

"you like snowy, sweetheart?" matt said softly, sitting down next to your daughter. "snowy makes you happy?" blaire nodded, overcome by the most adorable fit of giggles. matt looked up at you now, saying, "babe, look! our baby's so fuckin' cute!" the happiest smile played on your boyfriend's lips. seeing matt so happy made your heart melt, so much that you didn't even care to tell him off for swearing in front of the baby.

"you're mommy and daddy's pretty little baby, hm?" matt cooed, softly pulling blaire back into his lap. "you're so fuckin' precious, you know that?"

"matty, cut down on the swearing, love," you finally say playfully, hooking your necklace from the back and slipping into your shoes. matt ran a hand through his hair. "sorry, angel, i keep forgetting."

"it's okay, baby, jus' remindin' you," you giggle, padding over to give matt a kiss. he stands up from the bed, blaire carefully tucked under one arm, the other he wraps around you. one of your hands is placed over matt's chest and you interlock the other with blaire's. you press a soft, swift kiss to his lips, and then you and matt, blaire in his arms, make your way outside, to have a little day out, as a family.

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🪞𓍢ִ໋🍓♡ as always thank u for readinggg ( and i hope u liked it hehe ) !! lots more drabbles / fics / whatever coming soon !! ty for all the likes and reblogs lately, love u all to bits ♡︎

[hamlets-ak]

sleepy boi ༊*·˚

m.list ◦ askbox

synopsis: dad timothée with newborn baby

« Is he sleeping ? », you asked, softly, almost in a whisper.

Timothée shook his head, utterly consumed by the small creature lying on the bed beside him. You had been waiting for him in agony for way too long, and now that he was finally here, it was impossible to tear your eyes away.

« He’s just staring at me, » Tim mumbled and turned to you. « He’s so suspicious. » You chuckled and at the sound of your laugh, Marc motioned his head in your direction. Timothée grinned behind his palm, looking down at him lovingly, with eyes softer than ever.

Fresh out of the shower, hair still wet, you tilted on the doorframe. Your gaze lingered on them as you melted on the wooden surface. You had never seen him like this. He had never seen you like this. No amount of future glances could have prepared you for this moment. 

Paradoxically, it didn’t feel strange or even life-changing, as everyone said. A new age had begun for you when you decided to fill your entire existence with a person. But nothing had changed. It was still you.

« You’re looking at mummy, Marcy ? », Tim asked and Marc averted his gaze to him as if he understood perfectly. You exchanged a furtive glance. 

You were both so tired; eyes maroon and hooded, bones heavy, doliprane after doliprane, and coffee after coffee. But there was something about him that managed to break through that fogged-up mist of fatigue and weakness, and give you an almost plasmatic sense of courage and vigour.

It was six in the morning, dawn. You couldn’t remember the time you last closed your eyes. The sky was a paradisiacal shade of pink, as if out of an adolescent dream. The final neon-lighted stands and street lights swang out of sight, along the city. 

« I’d kill to be on his mind, » Tim murmured. He touched his open palm, tiny and soft, and Marc curled his fingers around it, eager to touch, to test the warmth of his father’s skin. 

A smile grew on your lips and you disconnected yourself from the door. You caught a sweater as your feet brushed against the wooden floor, leading you closer to them. Marc turned to you, letting out a muffling sound.

« I really want to know what he’s thinking. » Tim turned to you.

You sank into the mattress and balanced on your elbow so you could look at him.

« Do you think he understands ? »

« Of course he does. »

« Of course he does... You understand us, Marcy ? », Timothée bowed and pressed a kiss on his cheek, his neck, his belly. He lightly leaned his head to the side and Tim chuckled.

« It tickles ? », you asked, tilting your face on your palm. You caressed his cheek gently, slowly moving to his forehead. Hair slipped between the slits of your fingers. 

He was perfect, from rounded cheeks to tiny toes, everything about him. You looked at him and recognized bits of every family member you had ever met, and you knew that there were bits of thousands of past family members you had never known and would never know. You could see kaleidoscopic visions of yourself in him and you could see Timothée.

« I want to show him everything, » you said.

Marc fussed a bit, but Tim scooped him and let him lay on top of his chest with his tummy.

« Yeah... I can’t wait for him to grow up. We’re going to play with cars. »

« You miss playing with cars ? »

« So much, » he nodded and you laughed. Tim chuckled as well. He motioned his head for you to snuggle and wrapped one arm around you, bringing you close. Your head rested on the crook of his neck, tiredly.

« You sure I didn’t wake him up ? », you glanced up at him.

« Only those who sleep wake up. » You smiled, your gaze not leaving his. « He hasn’t closed an eye all night. »

Marc looked at you lethargically. Peaceful, he blinked his eyes at the feeling of Tim’s heartbeat. He stared at you with that electrifying glint of his blurry eyes and you wondered what was hiding deep inside those abyssal irises.

« He needs to sleep, » you mumbled.

« So do you, » Tim said and pressed a kiss on your temple.

« I’m fine. »

« How are you fine ? You haven’t slept since I don’t know when, » he murmured.

« Neither have you, » you pressed your lips and looked at him. He mimicked your expression and lightly raised his eyes.

« I’m nocturnal. »

« You’re not, » a smile grew on your lips and Tim let out a small grown as he threw his head back. You averted your gaze and softly brushed your fingers through your son’s hair. He kept staring at you, his lips pouted, and eyes half sealed. You slightly scrunched your face trying to imitate him.

« Paternity made me, » Timothée said, rubbing his hand through Marc’s small back. « Anyway, you have to sleep, » he turned to you.

« I’m fine, Tim, cut it. »

« No, sleep. We’ll go to the living room. » You looked at him momentarily, silently assuring him that everything was alright. « We’ll go to the living room. Right Marcy ? », he whispered and held him closer. He fushed lightly but Tim was quick to soothe him. « We’ll walk around the house, and we’ll talk, and eat, and wear clean diapers... » You laughed a little. « Mum is laughing... »

« You’ll wear clean diapers too ? »

« She’s just being silly, Marcus, but we love her, » he pressed a kiss on your lips as he got up, your son in his arms. « We do love her very much. »

« I love you too. So much, » you smiled.

« Sleep, » he pointed a finger in your direction.

[w2soneshots]

Y/N is expecting a baby with jj but she's Simon's sister. Can be a smau if u want. Also y/n is a pretty famous Singer.

Having my baby -KSI

warnings: pregnancy.

summary: the internet talk about the fact you and JJ are about to become parents.

notes: hey bb! I made this social media au then looked back at your request to see that I completely forgot about the ‘Simon’s sister’ part so I apologise😭. Hope you enjoy anyway💗🫶🏼

Liked by ksi, taliamar and 1,812,309 others

y/username: a few pics that I forgot to post from this week!💌

Tagged: @fallontonight @ksi

-comments-

tobjizzle: that bolognese looks banging

-> y/username: it was🤌

faithloisak: the dress!! stunning😍

y/nfanpage21: cute

user91263207: still can't get over the fact ksi is gonna be a dad. I need to go rant about it on twitter.

y/username & ksi

Liked by miniminter, freyanightingale and 6,341,390 others

y/username: welcome to the world angel🤍

-comments-

dualipa: I’m so happy for you babe!

behzingagram: WOOOOO

tobjizzle: ❤️❤️❤️

callux: congratulations again guys!!

taliamar: ahhhhhhhhhhh🥹

y/nfanpage21: OMFG

user12094683: girl I know you just had a baby but when are you gonna release another album??

[zombvic]

BLUE IS THE COLOR (mason mount x reader)

summary : in which y/n and mason argue about their newborn babys favorite football team

face claim : not needed

notes : im a sucker for dad fics and as of right now mason is my no1 pookie 😝 also imagine hes still in chelsea cause i refuse to support any other london team #loyal (god i miss prime chelsea). ALSO.. if u dont support barcelona or chelsea .. idk i dont think youll like this fic so mby pretend its ur teams xxx except for Madrid 😊 (i dont hate madridistas but yk im a culer soooooo) im also now seeing that the font is apparently purple but im slightly colorblind so js ignore that thanks xx

pairings : mason mount x reader (dad!mason mount)

"NO SHOT, my baby is NOT supporting Barcelona" The Chelsea midfielder argued. You and Mason have been together for quite some time already (five years to be exact) and you've recently welcomed your firstborn son, Nicolas Mount into the world.

You were born into a family full of FC Barcelona fans, so naturally, you became one aswell. Even after meeting your boyfriend, a Chelsea player, he couldn't change your mind. Thankfully, these two teams are in different leagues so you don't have to worry about having an aneurysm everytime these two played eachother (except for the champions league and thats also just a maybe)

This was a conversation the two of you have had multiple times, even before your baby was born. It was always shrugged off but now, that your son is here. It was time to decide.

"How about everytime Barcelona plays, he wears their jersey but any other time it's your jersey?"

"I'd look unloyal and like im joining Barcelona" (ironic isn't it) the brown haired man laughs.

You playfully roll your eyes at Mason's remark, knowing that this debate wasn't going to end anytime soon.

"Oh come on, Mason. It's just a jersey, it doesn't determine his loyalty at this age, just the fact that he's not a Madrid fan"

"But it's the principle, Y/N. We can't have our little boy supporting a rival team right from the start," Mason chuckles, ruffling Nicolas' tiny hair as he sleeps peacefully in his crib.

You lean in closer, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Fine, how about this? We let him decide when he's old enough. Until then, we can take turns dressing him up in each team's gear. That way, he'll grow up knowing both teams and make his own choice."

Mason considers your proposal for a moment, a smile forming on his face. "Alright, deal. But I'm warning you, I'll be teaching him all the Chelsea chants in the meantime," he jokes, kissing your forehead.

"Okay but he has Catalan blood? He's gonna be a Culer by default"

"I'm pretty sure he's gonna be sick of both teams and become a Juventus fan by the time he can decide" The man jokes while looking at his son.

"Still better than Madrid"

yapfest part two, i put out a poll and yall said i should do this but idk if its good 😭 anyways hope you enjoyed

[cherrytoru]

when the wind blows aka roger comforting his daughter when she needs him

warnings: fem reader obvs by the title lol, this is really just a self indulgent fix cause i’ve been feeling bad recently and watching the roger flashbacks

the sea was quiet: a rare sight especially on the grand line. but still there was a certain silence filling the oro jackson. it was painful almost. the normally jolly crew had been shushed as soon as the smile on their captains face dropped, also a rare sight.

“something’s wrong.” roger finally spoke up.

“what’s could possibly be wrong, roger?” rayleigh quipped a small laugh leaving his mouth. roger was not amused by his best friends joke. “roger, everything is fine. it’s just a quiet night is all.”

roger huffed, “maybe i’m just tired.” as if they knew something everyone else didn’t, shanks and buggy shared a look before silently skittering away. taking another sip of his drink, roger glanced around at his crew.

“they head in for the night, not like anything is jumping for your attention right now, captain.” roger nodded in agreement to what gaban had said, setting his mug down and pushing himself up.

“right, i’ll head in then.” with a final nod, he moved towards his cabin.

when he finally approached the door to his quarters, there stood shanks and buggy firmly blocking the door. “can i help you two?”

“sorry captain we can’t let you in here.” shanks was the one who spoke up, not to much surprise on rogers behalf.

“and why is that?”

“strict orders captain.” buggy nodded while speaking

“stricter than those of your captain?”

the blue haired boy paled a bit but shanks stood his ground, “yes sir, she said she’d kick our asses if we let anyone in until she said we could.”

oh. oh.

it made sense to roger now. not just the boys standing unwavering in front of his door but also why it felt so quiet. “i’m afraid you’re just gonna have to have your asses kicked boys.” they shared a look, “or if you let me in now, i’ll put in a good word for you.”

the two nodded at eachother before splitting ticket roger through. “but if she asks, you fought us to get it! we didn’t give up easily!”

roger laughed slightly and nodded, pushing the door open. “sweetie?” stifled sobs rang out from the corner of the room.

they belonged to a lump in the sheets that quivered every few seconds when a particular loud cry would sound. “no one’s here, go away.”

humoring her, roger sat himself on the floor next to his own bed. “hmm we’ll if no one is here then i guess i can crawl in my bed and sleep then.” he emphasized his words by pressing down onto the wood boards below which let out a strong creaking noise.

“go away, dad.”

“oh so there is someone in here! i got worried there was a ghost for a second!” turning around on the floor, roger lifted the blankets covering his daughter. “what’s got you like this, kid?”

he crawled in next to her, holding her close. she shook her head into his chest. “no. it’s embarrassing.”

“cant be too embarrassing right? would it make you feel better if i told you something embarrassing first to make it feel better?”

“maybe, it depends.”

roger smiled before pretending to think hard about what he was going to share. “let’s see, back when it was just me and uncle rayleigh i spent a dumb amount of time trying to figure out what outfit would be the best to wear incase the marines took my mug. well one day i was take a bit longer than normal and uncle rayleigh walked in on me half naked in this ugly frilly shirt.” Y/N sat there giggling in his arms, “see? makes you feel a bit better about you right?”

she nodded slightly before frowning again, “i miss mom.” roger stiffened. he too missed rouge, it had been a few weeks since they had last seen each other. “see it’s embarrassing!” tears once again threatened her eyes but roger just held her tighter.

“it’s not embarrassing sweetie, i miss her too.” he combed his fingers through her hair, “but we’ll see her soon. we’re on our way back right now remember? and then she’ll be on the ship with us for a while.”

“i know, it’s just. sometimes i just feel like i need someone to talk to and she’s not here and,” she continued to ramble on before roger interrupted her.

“you know you can always talk to me right?”

“well yeah but you’re busy, i don’t want to distract you because of my dumb troubles.”

“nothing you say could be dumb to me sweetie. you’re still my daughter.”

she nodded, “thank you dad.”

“of course.” the pair sat there in each others arms for a few minutes before a knock came from the door. it opened to reveal shanks, buggy, and rayleigh. “how much of that did you guys hear?”

“say Y/N, do you want to see the picture of your dad in that shirt?”

“don’t you dare rayleigh.”

[spnisthewayoflife]

Stand-In Dad

Based on this Twitter prompt. Go read it over on ao3

[percervall]

chocolate chip

Player: Mats Hummels Words: 520 Warnings: Mats being a dad, fluff, no beta; we die like my hopes for UCL qualification

In which Mats helps his daughter bake

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“Alright sweetpea, do you know what you want to make for mama?” Mats asks as he pulls his wife’s baking cookbook from the shelf. Their six year old daughter is already sitting at the kitchen island, apron on and ready to go.

“Yes! The choco chip ones! Mama loves those,” Ottilie replies. Mats smiles and opens the book to the recipe of his wife’s favourite chocolate chip cookies. He knows that even if they made sugar cookies and decorated those, she’d be happy, but he knows she’ll be touched that their daughter specifically wanted to make her favourite. 

“I think we’re in luck, Tils; we might just have all the ingredients already,” he muses as he looks over the recipe, “Could you go and get the purple mixing bowl for daddy?” Ottilie nods and jumps down from the stool. Mats digs through the baking cupboard to get all of the dry ingredients. It’s not the part of the kitchen he’s most familiar with, Ottilie’s mum usually does all the baking in their house, but for Mother’s Day, Mats is more than happy to make an attempt. 

“Okay, let’s see. We need to measure the butter and sugar,” Mats reads out loud as he pulls both ingredients closer to the scales, “we need 120 grams of butter, can you help me Tillie? We need to look for a 1, a 2 and a 0.” 

“Almost there daddy!” the little girl says as she peers at the screen, “too much! That’s 1, 2, and a 5!” 

“Well spotted sweetpea, how about now?” 

“1, 2, 0. Good job daddy!” Mats has to bite his lip to refrain from laughing as his daughter praises his measuring skills. “Okay, in the mixing bowl it goes. Now we need 75 grams of sugar, so a 7 and a 5.” Mats helps his little girl through the recipe step by step, breaking down the larger numbers so she can read them on the digital kitchen scales. It doesn’t take long before the dough is ready to be chilled in the fridge. Ottilie happily runs off to play with her Duplo while Mats tidies up the kitchen. It worked out perfectly; his wife wouldn’t be home until later that day after going out with her mother and sister for an early Mother’s Day brunch, giving them plenty of time to set up the gifts. Unfortunately, they’re not able to celebrate it on Sunday due to a match. Mats knows he’s lucky that there’s few holidays he misses out on comparatively speaking, but it still sucks; she does so much for the both of them and often has to be a solo parent while he’s away for matches or training camps and he often feels guilty for the unequal division of parenting tasks. She would shrug, cuddle further into him and whisper I know what I signed up for when I married you. And I would choose it a thousand times over every time he brought up his worries as soon as they found out she was pregnant. And if that isn’t unconditional love, Mats isn’t sure what is.

Inspired by a prompt sent in by @curiousthyme as part of this. If there's a fic you'd wish I'd write, please send it in!

I have not forgotten about my football babies, don't worry!

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[katherinewinchester13]

Come on, baby, with me

We're going to fly away from here

Come on, baby, with me

We're going to fly away from here

You were my best four years

I remember your bare feet, down the hallway

I love you to the moon and back

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Words:111,696

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The first time Grogu saw the Shiny Man, he knew that everything was going to be better now.

Season 1 of The Mandalorian from Grogu's perspective.

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[chuluoyi]

✎ baby to the rescue

- gojo satoru x reader

in which gojo recruits your baby son to “save” you from a credit card salesman

genre: immense fluff !! baby gojo and dad!gojo shenanigans~

note: based on this and this reel. with this i hereby declare that anything past chapter 235 is null and void HAHA anyway, i truly want to post remarried empress au by this week but since 261 leaks hurt me so much, i need more fluff so have to postpone it to next week :') tagging @karikari19hikariiii <3

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

Your husband Gojo Satoru... is handsome as hell, which means your baby son is also undeniably good-looking.

"Why do you pout at me?" Satoru poked his squirming baby's cheek while pursing his lips too. "C'mon, smile! That auntie is smiling at you!"

Everyone who passed by them in Shinjuku shopping district turned heads to admire him and his pumpkin just a little longer, and Satoru visibly enjoyed the attention. He smiled back at them, occasionally winking even.

If only they knew how pretty his wife was too...

Wait, no! On second thought, if they know how hot you are, there will be problems!

You had left him to go to the nearest pharmacy to restock some things, while Satoru decided to entertain his baby in the toy section. He basked in the starry-eyed looks people were giving him... until he heard some strange sounds and turned to his baby boy—

—who was chewing the beak of a duck toy with all his might. Satoru was mortified.

"—! Let that go! Your mama will beat me if she sees you eating this!"

Your baby paid him no mind though, desperately pushing the duck into his mouth. Satoru sat him on one of the empty racks and began the tug of war—

"Let go!" he reprimanded. "You're so naughty, gods—!"

Some people were now openly giggling at both of them. His son tried to resist by rolling, and Satoru clicked his tongue. He then yanked the toy away until his baby finally let it go, sniffling sadly that his papa wouldn't let him have the duck.

"Oh, you..." he picked him up again and consoled the pumpkin. "You can't do that, you hear? First, it's not clean. Second, mama will grow two heads to chew you and me both, understand?"

No, your son totally didn't understand a thing. Satoru sighed, seeing his little blue eyes welling up with tears. He ruffled his head and pulled him close. "There, there... I'll get you ice cream, okay? Now let's go."

Satoru was determined to turn his son back into a smiling, happy baby. But just as he was about to head towards the ice cream parlor, he encountered the most unbelievable sight—

"Miss! I guarantee you'll love this credit card features!"

You. That was clearly you, and a salesman (or a bozo, in Satoru's eyes) was trying to bother you.

You raised an eyebrow. "Uh, no— thank you—"

Yet the bozo was still persistent, like the pesky fly he was. "You can use it to pay for your monthly beauty treatments! Someone as pretty as you..." He eyed you from head to toe, blinking suggestively. "Oh my! Your skin is flawless! You have to maintain it this way! I can also give you recommendations for—"

You were wearing a flare dress that made you look so young and petite, and obviously, Satoru too was lusting after you. And true, your skin was smooth like a soft serve of mochi, but still!

You are meant for him and his eyes only! Oho, this bozo would get heavenly punishment.

He had to get to you somehow, but this was public space and if he cooked up some sort of shenanigan, you would put him in sex ban. I can't have that! so Satoru wracked his brain to think of another way...

Once again, his gaze fell on his now calm baby, who was also looking at his mama over there with utter curiosity. And an idea immediately popped up in his mind.

"Hey, kiddo, look at that, a bad man is trying to take your mama," Satoru nudged him as if trying to egg him on. "We can't let that happen. Will you help me to save her, hmm?"

"Mama..." your baby looked back at him so innocently before smiling. "Mamaaa!"

"Good boy." Gods, his baby was so adorable, he almost felt bad for doing this but...

Swallowing his guilt, thinking he would make it up later, he pinched his son's butt a little too firmly—

"WAAAA!" and suddenly, the little boy burst into tears, and even Satoru was surprised by the sheer volume of his wail.

The sudden inconsolable sound of your baby sent you scrambling in panic, your eyes wildly searching for him, completely disregarding the credit card man. "My baby!"

"Eh?" the credit card man was visibly surprised. "Oh... so, you're married...?"

You immediately made your way towards Satoru and snatched your baby from him, hugging him tightly. "Oh, there, there... What happened to you?" you shot your husband a distaste look as your son kept wailing. "Satoru, why is he crying?"

He nonchalantly shrugged. "Maybe missing his mama? Dunno~"

By now, you had completely forgotten the credit card bozo, but he still looked at the three of you in mild surprise. Satoru took this chance to approach him and whisper in his ear:

"You see, my wife doesn't need your credit card," he whistled. "My cards or lumpsum money will do more than enough."

After seeing how pale the bozo looked, Satoru chuckled darkly... before leading you and your son away from the crowd, with one arm possessively around your waist.

Epilogue

"I'm sorry— I'm sorry, okay!?"

Satoru looked down at his son in utter hopelessness, as the little boy refused to be held by him, looking at him with teary, resentful eyes, and backing away from him in his playpen.

Can babies hold a grudge? Satoru didn't know, but his son definitely was not happy with him, and he couldn't think of any other explanation other than his sin against him back this afternoon.

"I've bought you mochi ice cream!" he opened his palm to reveal the treat. "Don't you want some? Papa will give you some, yeah?"

Baby looked skeptical now, and at that moment, he resembled you so much—accusing eyes, pursed lips, exactly like the expression you would pull when you were unsure of what Satoru might do next. He almost chuckled at the resemblance, feeling giddy.

"C'mon, forgive me, yeah?" he patted his son's little beanie and offered his hand for him to take, eyes crinkling in fondness. "Now, here comes your treat, come closer?"

Your baby crawled closer, seemingly accepting him, and Satoru was all smiles, until—

Whack!

It happened in a flash. He could have avoided it, but he was too taken aback. The pain exploded in his jaw, so intense that he grunted loudly.

"What the—?! You... you—! You kicked me— in the face!"

[guppybibi]

Girl Dad!Simon who had to get his newborn baby girl taken away from him because he was practically drowning them in his tears. (He denies that it ever happened now)

Girl Dad!Simon who went dead asleep after the delivery, it was unintentional of course, he wanted to help you as much as he could but his body just dropped on it's own. The worst part was is that he basically missed all of the baby's 'firsts' although he managed to wake up just in time for the first nappy change.

Girl Dad!Simon who spends a little bit too much of his free time staring at his daughter. It only worsened when you guys finally got dismissed from the hospital, you tend to find Simon crouching by the crib and watching the baby's every move pretty often. It's like bird watching, he says when you ask him.

Girl Dad!Simon who sobbed more than his daughter during her first day of school, was going to say the most melancholic goodbye but she just excitedly runs off to school and leaves her dad hanging.

Girl Dad!Simon who refuses to miss any important event in her life, no matter how small it is. Will literally call during a mission so he could see his daughter's piano recital.

"Simon? Why do I hear gunshots??"

"Don't mind 'em luv."

"How do you even have your phone right now??"

"Sneaked it."

[hamlets-ak]

i’ll always be here ༊*·˚

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synopsis: in which you find out that you are pregnant

You pulled back up your underwear and sat down at the toilet lid. There wasn’t an ounce of laziness or indolence in the way you hunched with your gaze low, pinned on the test.

A great silence filled the air but it rang loud enough to cover the sound of your breathing and the beat of your heart. Or maybe all your senses halted and you just stayed there frozen, detached from your own body.

Your leg seemed unable to stay in place, jumping mechanically up and down, tensed, full of anticipation. You pulled your hair back and held it to your nape, unconsciously scratching your skin, digging with your nails red holes.

Timothée touched your knee in understanding, hopelessly trying to console both of you.

He was sitting on the tiled floor, legs crossed, the skin of his stomach crumpled, seemingly apathetic, but in reality, he could barely move. His mouth agape was letting the air slide in, tongue pressed hard against his teeth.

There was nothing apathetic in his persistent stare that was fixed on you, eyes glimmering with a feverish spark, trying to catch some sort of reaction. 

Devoted, he observed your expression forming; the way you blinked, the spasms of your eyelids, the way your eyebrows raised and your lips twitched. And then, when your eyes met his, he could suddenly feel his heart pounding so hard that it hurt his chest. His hand pushed the thumping back inside his body and he got on his feet.

« What ? What does it say ? »

You tasked him with your gaze and then extended the test, which he took a bit hesitant given your expression. 

In utter surprise but at the same time in a state of consciousness. He knew. However, nothing could have ever prepared him for that moment.

He covered his mouth with his palm and breathed deeply as if to swallow all the air in the room. His jaw clenched and he had to blink, the overdose of oxygen draining his eyes into a strange shade of green. He exchanged a look between you and the test.

You were staring at him, body stiff from stillness, not really in your vicinity, your space, shocked. And the more he remained silent, the more you stared. You wanted to say something, but your throat ran dry. 

His pupils retracted, sagging in helplessness and anticipation. A small wet drop swam the curve of his face and remained stuck on his chin. He turned at you and you breathed out relieved at the muffled sound of his chuckle. 

« Shit, I’m going to be a dad. » You nodded slowly, unable to speak, a wide smile stretched on your lips. Tim breathed out, fingers wandering mindlessly over his hair. « I’m going to be a dad, » he pointed to himself. « We’re going to have a kid. »

« We’re going to be parents. » 

« We’re going to be parents, » he repeated your words in disbelief, trying to digest it. « Shit, we’re going to be parents ! », his voice came out louder and he wrapped his arms around your body asphyxiatingly tight.

Your breaths caught in your throat, the closeness and warmth his body radiated making you feel dizzy and bringing tears to your eyes. You both laughed overflooded by an incomparable feeling of the purest joy. His heart was about to burst out of his chest, you could feel it pounding against you. 

Tim pulled you back, his hair in total disarray and face reddened with a frantic glow. His eyes wet, glimmering surreally bright, wandered all around your face as he breathlessly cupped your cheeks into his hands, silver trails slipping from between his fingers. He brushed your hair back, as thumb wiped off those wet marks, trying to gather your tears, but simultaneously calm himself. 

Your fingers slid around his wrist to make him stop and look at you. You smiled at the view of his face.

« You’re crying ? »

« Look who’s talking, » he sniffled and breathed out a laugh.  

« Are you happy ? »

« Happy ? », his eyes widened as if what your question was ridiculous, which it was. « I’ve never loved anyone like I love you right now, » Tim leaned down and pressed his lips on your hand.

« I can’t believe it. »

« We’re going to be a family, » he said, his eyes swelling with happiness. « Fuck, I’m going to be a dad ! » You bit your lips to stop yourself from grinning. Timothée walked around the room, your stare following his every move. « I’m going to be a dad ! », he came to you and hugged you again. You almost lost your balance at his force and ended up in laughter. Tim wrapped his arms around you tight, not letting you escape, not for one second.

And when he did, he held both your hands in his and slipped his fingers around yours, like you were kids on your first day of school, relying on one another, seeking safety and comfort.

« Have you ever thought about it ? Us, having a kid. » You nodded.

« You ? » He grinned widely and pressed his eyes shut, a bit embarrassed. 

« Yes. »

« Yes ? »

« You’re surprised ? »

« I don’t know... » He gave you a gentle smile. You noticed the way his stare moved down, hands slowly circling the sensitive skin of your belly. « I just never thought you wanted it with me. » His smile weakened and he reverted his eyes to you, unable to believe that these words were coming out of your mouth. 

« I wouldn’t want this with anyone but you, » his voice came out soft and he looked at you, waiting for a response similar to his.

« Why ? »

« Why ? », his hands slowly slid off your belly and held your face. His eyes never narrowed or left yours. « Because I love you. »

« You love me, but will you stay ? »

« Where else would I go ? » You shrugged.

« Promise me that you will always be here. »

« I’ll always be here. »

[w2soneshots]

Newborn -Zerkaa

words: 0.4k+

warnings: none.

summary: you and Josh spend a wholesome day together with your newborn daughter.

notes: hey my loves! I had someone ask for another zerkaa fic and I’ve only made one so here we go🫶🏼. I hope you enjoy!!🤗🧸💞

I woke to the sounds of hysterical crying. "Josh! Your turn." I whispered as I shook him awake. "Ok. I'm up, I'm up." He pushed himself out of the bed. Minutes later he returned with Poppy in his arms, feeding her a bottle. The room filled with the sounds of her quietly drinking and both of our slow breathing. Once she finished Josh burped her and carefully placed her back in her cot.

A few hours later we got up. Josh made breakfast while I got myself and the baby ready. I smiled as our two month old bundle of joy giggled. "You're in a good mood this morning Pop!" I finished putting her onesie on then took her into the kitchen. Josh turned to me. "Foods almost ready." He smiled. We've gotten so much closer as a couple since Poppy was born. In the first week our relationship was tested slightly but now that we're in a proper routine we've been really enjoying being parents.

Once we were all ready and had eaten our breakfast we left the house. Josh pushed the buggy as I walked beside him, both of us enjoying the fresh breeze as we slowly walked down the street. Almost fifteen minutes later we arrived outside of the supermarket. I began grabbing everything on our list and placing it into the trolley. I picked up some of the chocolate best cereal (the sidemen's cereal brand), which is my current favourite. Obviously Josh is very happy about that.

After paying and bagging everything up we walked home, this time I pushed the baby and Josh carried all of the bags. Poppy didn't make a peep the entire trip, she blissfully slept as we completed our errands. Though just as we arrived outside of our front door Poppy woke up and she was now not in the best of moods.

I gently rocked her as she screamed. "Shh. Calm down. It's ok. Shh." I whispered and thankfully she stopped crying, the noise being reduced to small sniffles. Josh had to go and film an among us video for more sidemen so I sat down to watch some tv while he did so.

Josh finished hours later. I had already had some lunch so I grabbed the portion I had set aside for him out of the fridge. "Thanks babe." He kissed my forehead. I smiled up at him. "You're welcome. It must be so exhausting playing that game." I joked. He shook his head slightly with a chuckle.

Later that night I put Poppy to bed then snuck out of our room to go and join Josh on the sofa. I plopped down next to him. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him. "I love you so much." He whispered. My heart melted. I placed my hand on his, squeezing slightly. "I love you too, Josh."

[raynewolferune]

DC x DP Prompt: Bruce is bad at emoting but at least ghosts are empathic (too bad bat kids are not)

Was reading Twincognito on AO3 when I stumbled across this gem again:

~

" “Danny, Tim. I was just…checking in. Is everything alright?” Curse his inability to make meaningful conversation when it wasn’t a life or death situation.

They glanced at each other and shrugged.

Then Danny hauled himself out of the bed and walked over to Bruce.

Bruce tried not to let too much excitement show on his face. "

~

Now I really want to read a story where Bruce adopts Danny post Meta trafficking and is being his usual emotionally constipated self. His kids keep getting mad at him because he's treating their new meta brother who was trafficked poorly (generally being stilted in conversation with him, walking away hurriedly mid-conversation, avoiding Danny when he's feeling really awkward, etc). They think Bruce is discriminating against Danny for being a civilian, meta, dealer's pick, but really it's just Bruce being horribly socially awkward. Danny knows this because of ghost empathy and find the whole thing hilarious. The whole thing comes to a head with the Bat Kids staging an intervention in the Bat Cave.

[gloomwitchwrites]

There was this tiktok trend where kids and their mums would pull a prank on their dads by telling their mums to shut up...141 with a teenage son who tries it?

Anon, I am very aware of this prank. If mom is in on it, I consider it all in good fun, but omg, these guys would be absolutely stressed if they heard their teenage son tell mom to "shut up." Heads would absolutely roll over that!

Price is certainly old enough to have a teenage son on the older side. I would even say the same for Ghost. Gaz is old enough for a younger teenage son. With Soap's age...that's stretching it. BUT SUSPEND DISBELIEF Y'ALL. I'm aging Gaz and Soap up a bit for this one.

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Task Force 141 x Female Reader (w/ children)

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, pranks, domestic, dad!141, brief suggestive themes, marriage

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“Ugh. Shut up, Mum.”

There is a brief pause between mum and when the television remote hurtles across the room. Your son doesn’t duck in time, the hard plastic hitting his shoulder before bouncing onto the kitchen island with a loud clack.

Before your son turns, Kyle’s baseball cap with the Union Jack, soars through the air like a frisbee. This one your son manages to avoid, but it’s quickly followed by a slipper. It flies past his head, and you catch it out of the air before it makes contact with the front of the microwave.

You and your eldest son turn in Kyle’s direction as he manifests in the kitchen entryway, the other slipper in hand, poised to launch it at the first sign of any movement.

“Wanna repeat yourself, mate?” Kyle appears calm and poised, but you notice the subtle tension in his jaw.

“It was a joke, Dad! Promise!”

Kyle’s arm holding the slipper starts to rise.

“Kyle,” you say. His gaze flicks to you. “Just a joke. No harm. I was in on it.”

His shoulders immediately sag. Kyle shakes his head. Rolls his eyes. Heading for the fridge, he opens it up, grabbing a can of his favorite beer.

Kyle sets the beer down on the island, pointing the slipper at you and then his son. His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. No words come out, just an exasperated huff.

Kyle snatches up the television remote and sticks it into the pocket of his grey sweatpants. Keeping hold of the shoe in one hand, and his beer in the other, he gives the two of you his back, heading into the living room.

“No one bother me until the game is over,” he says over his shoulder. “And someone bring me my bloody slipper!”

John Price

"Fucking hell, Mum. Shut it."

John is up and out of his seat so fast you hardly see him move. He strides over to his son, yanking him off the stool by the scruff of his shirt.

"John! It's a prank!" you say quickly, reaching for his arm.

The boy is dangling in the air, toes just shy of touching the ground. "A prank?" asks John skeptically.

"Mum is in on it. Promise."

John sighs heavily and slowly lowers his son to the ground. The moment his feet touch ground, he tries to step away, but John holds firm, keeping his eldest child immobile. He leans forward a bit. Lowers his voice.

"Prank or no, you never talk to your mother, your sisters, or any woman in that manner again. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy." John releases his son. "The lawn needs trimmed."

"Yes, sir."

Your son scurries away. It isn't until the door to the garage opens and shuts that John moves toward you. His arm drapes over your waist, hand landing firmly on your ass, squeezing hard.

"You're coming with me."

"To do what?"

He presses his lips to your ear. "For a different sort of punishment."

John "Soap" MacTavish

"You’re off your head, lad.”

With Johnny’s cold tone comes a tension to your son’s shoulders. He becomes rigid, sliding down into his chair like he can escape from his father by cowering underneath the table. Johnny comes around the corner, a bit of sweat on his brow. He's been building furniture all day for the nursery.

"Want to repeat that for me?" asks Johnny.

Your son’s voice cracks. "It was just a prank, Dad."

"It was what?" Johnny strides forward.

"It's a prank. I'm in on it. Promise," you say, attempting to soothe Johnny’s anger.

Johnny crosses his arms over your chest. "Is it?" He glances between the two of you and sighs, muttering, “Am pure done in.”

He disappears down the hall, returning with a stack of instructional manuals, dropping them into his son’s lap. "You're building furniture."

"But I—"

“You right scunner. C’mon.” Johnny yanks his son out of the chair, the stack of instructional manuals goes flying. Your son reaches for them all, desperately clasping them against his chest.

“Johnny," you call out, walking around the counter to intervene.

He glances over his shoulder, frown gown, sly smirk on his face. “Deal with you later."

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“Oi, Mum. Shut it.”

Your son is a wonderful actor. You’ll give him that. Even you almost believe him. Not that he would—he’d never—but his delivery reminds you of a completely pissed football fan ready to throw a punch at a member of the rival team.

He should consider theater.

Simon, your husband, is watching a rugby match in the living room. The television is on but at a low volume.

Within seconds of the words leaving your son’s mouth, Simon appears like a phantom guardian in the entryway. In one he holds the remote like a weapon. The other arm cradles his infant daughter. She looks like a small bean. Slightly curved as she snuggles closer against Simon’s chest as she sleeps.

He's not looking at you. He's staring at his son, gaze intense and full of fire.

You’ve seen that look before.

Mission abort.

"He's joking, Simon. It's just a prank,” you soothe, knowing you need to get ahead of this.

Not that Simon would hurt you or his son, but he rarely takes any shit. This prank was a gamble, and you’re completely regretting it.

"Don't mean it, Dad."

Simon just stares for a long minute. His daughter squirms and that is when he glances down, severing the connection. Observing her must change something in him, because his gaze returns to the two of you, and there is a calmness now.

Sighing heavily, Simon shakes his head, completely exasperated. The eye roll is so apparent it’s like a shout.

In the moment he was pissed—livid. But now he’s over it, more annoyed and unamused than actually mad.

Turning on his heel, daughter still cradled in one arm, Simon returns to his recliner, settling back into the soft cushions to finish watching his rugby match.

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