#hiii it’s been a year daddy (like a month)

[starlos-hat]

finals are OVER oh my god (well i have school tomorrow but.) honestly uty has been rolling around in my brain like one of these

and i NEED to make posts about them so if you’d want to see anything in particular, feel free to submit!

i also might be starting a blog for my ocs/just general stuff so i’ll link it here when i do, will probably become my main blog ^_^

[hdmsbsna]

Hiii, me again 🙄

I thought of a Paul x wife, who already have a family, bone a daughter older than 4 years, and a 2-year-old son and a newborn baby🫶🏻

And if you also dare, to do something of smut, also of x actress reader, if you can, I'll leave that free, as you want 🫶🏻

REQUESTED: i wrote this up last night instead of doing my finals. it was also like 3:00 A.M so if this is shit bare with me😭 this is a really short one though soooo...

pairing: paul mescal x reader (fluff)

warnings: none unless you don't like happiness.

description: reader is managing life with three kids while her husband is gone away for shooting, one more week until he comes back...or so they thought.

word count: 1,499

title: beautiful creations.

paul was gone away at work again, he’s been working on this project for about six months now. it’s been about a month since he was last home, you were used to his crazy schedule having to deal with it for so long but…the kids? they were far from used to it.

you and paul had decided to get married about three years ago. it was quite a small wedding, only family and friends, your eldest daughter, kiara, was about two when the ceremony happened. everyone discouraged you to let kiara come to the wedding considering her age but you guys made sure she was there to share the special moment, she was a part of it after all. 

after a year of being married, you and paul welcomed your second child to the world…a boy. paul named him kieran, and although you weren’t a huge fan of the name at first, you admit it has grown on you. he is now two years old, and he’s such a funny little human. he is a perfect image of how his father is, when him and paul are together it’s pure chaos.

the last time paul was home was actually for the birth of your newest addition, another perfect baby girl. she was born the second week of paul’s stay back. labor with her was extremely difficult, it was unlike any of your other births. thankfully you were able to have paul by your side the whole time and about twelve hours into labor, amelia, your second daughter was born. no complications whatsoever, or at least not for her. 

in my honest opinion, i think being a father was paul’s destiny. those kids are his pride and joy and he is truly an amazing father to the kids, he knows just how to talk to them and care for them. it’s truly incredible and now with three kids you have found that it’s his most attractive quality. when he’s not around, it’s not the same. which is exactly why you’re having to deal with tears from your children at 6:37 in the morning.

“BUT MOMMY I WANT TO SEE DADDY!!” yelled kieran, he may only be two but that has never stopped him from expressing his big feelings.

“you stupid, dad’s working.” your eldest replies, understanding the situation a bit better.

“hey now, kiara. we don’t call people stupid.” you sternly say.

“then why do you call daddy stupid?” she quickly retaliates.

just as you were about to respond, you hear your newborn crying through your baby monitor. you quickly walk upstairs to go get her, you figured she would be hungry so you grab her bottle on your way there. she stops crying and starts fussing once she senses your presence, you pick her up and immediately put the bottle to her mouth. you then walk back out to the kitchen where the kids are still arguing over the absence of your husband. you immediately step in once you hear your daughter call your son a “little bitch”.

“okay okay, that is enough from the both of you!” you raise your voice. “kieran, honey, your dad is going to be back very soon. just one more week, only seven days. go bring me two pieces of paper while i talk to your sister.” kieran leaves with his little frustrated stomps, you then turn your attention to kiara. 

“now kiara, you know we don’t call people names especially not your little brother. what do i tell always say about working as a team?”

“sorry mommy..” kiara says with a small pout. “i just miss daddy so much” you aren’t going to  lie and say that didn’t break your heart a little. all of this arguing and anger because they miss their father, usually it’s never this hard on them. 

“here mommy.” kieran says as he hands you the pieces of paper.

“thank you, sweetie..” you grab the pieces of paper and you hand one out to kiara and kieran. “i want you each to write five things that you love about daddy, understood?”

“yes mommy” kiara responds.

“can i write more than five things?” kieran excitedly asks. 

“you can write as many as you want, as long as there’s five things on that list.” you respond.

“YAY!” kieran yelled. both of them start writing, kieran can’t write very well but he’s still trying. he’s even drawing pictures for the words he can’t write. you look down, almost forgetting your baby girl was still in your arms, her bottle is laying on her chest and she’s just staring at you. you flip her vertically and put a towel on your shoulder as you start to burp her. you roam around the house and up upstairs just walking down the hallway burping her. it’s been about five minutes and she’s completely out, you go into her nursery and lay her in her crib, you set up the baby monitor and decide to just sit there for a little. 

that was until you heard kieran and kiara laughing, you were interested in what they had gotten themselves into so you make your way downstairs. youre at the top of the stairs when you see paul tossing kieran up in the air, he catches your gaze and smiles. he sets kieran down back on the floor.

“hey baby girl, im home.” he says smiling. you start walking down the stairs and give him a hug, you slightly pull away to give him a peck.

“EWWWW!” your children yell in unison.

“what? am i not allowed to love your beautiful mom?” the kids just giggle and you pull away from the hug. you’re on the side of him with his arm wrapped around your waist.

“DADDY! LOOK!” kieran yells as he starts doing cartwheels around the kitchen and eventually going into the living room. “wow bud, that’s amazing!” paul says. kiara comes stands next to us. “i taught him how to do them daddy.” kiara looks up at her daddy, expecting some praise.

“well you did an amazing job sweetie” he says as he reaches down to pick her up, one arm still wrapped around you and the other holding kiara. 

eventually kieran’s cartwheels come to a halt and he’s found himself extremely dizzy, tumbling and falling as he heads towards us. you walk away from paul’s arms and go to pick him up, “mommy my head..” kieran says clearly not feeling well. “yep buddy that’s what happens when you do too many cartwheels” paul says as he goes to sit on the couch with kiara. you go ahead and sit on the couch as well right next to him, you sit kieran next to paul and he climbs onto his lap right where kiara is. both children is his lap, you admire them for a bit. 

all of a sudden, you hear a static cry coming from the baby monito that you set on the counter. “oop, look at that. she senses you’re here.” you say as you walk upstairs to go retrieve the last of the bunch. you walk into her nursery and pick her up from her crib, her crying immediately stopping. you walk downstairs with her and sit on the couch right next to paul, holding your baby in your arms. kiara moves off his lap and sits on the other side next to him. “here bud, im going to carry your little sister for a tad okay?” paul says, moving kieran to stand on the floor. he reaches over for his baby and you happily hand her to him. you outreach your arms to kieran so he can sit on your lap, he opens his arms and you grab him as he nuzzles his head into your chest. he’s clearly tired from all those cartwheels he had just done not but five minutes ago.

paul speaks “gosh we really did make some beautiful children, didn’t we?”

“the most beautiful.” you respond turning your head up to him, he looks down a perks his lip and you kiss him. you look over at kiara and she passed out on paul’s arms, all three of your babie now fast asleep. 

“you’re such an asshole, you know that right?” you tell him with a playful smile on your face.

“i wanted it to be a surprise.” he says nonchalantly.

“the kids were having such a rough time without you.” you inform him.

“god, if only they knew how i was doing. i’ve missed you guys so much, especially you my gorgeous.” he says.

“i’ve missed you too, baby” you say resting your head on his shoulder, he reaches his lips down and gives you a kiss on the top of your head.

“i’m taking you guys everywhere with me from now on.” he whispers.

“that’s the best idea you've ever had, i love you so much.” you whisper back, letting a yawn out.

“i love you so much, baby girl.”

hope you guys enjoyed this, decided to keep it short and sweet. requests and dms are opened, feel free to get in touch. love you all!

[gor3-hound]

silver lining

ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: 18+ content, hybrid!reader, very brief suicide mention, p in v, creampie, daddy kink, a LOT of pet names

a/n: hiii! throwing out some (kinda) fluffy smut for once lmao. mainly picturing vendetta leon, but any older leon works tbh. i'm so tired, so if you see typos, no, you don't >:[ hope you enjoy !!

word count: 1.7k words

Raccoon City was something that Leon would never forget. It's been years since the incident, and he still wakes up in a cold sweat some nights with nightmares of the things he'd seen.

It's fucked him up in more ways than one. He would have killed himself a long time ago if he was sure that Sherry would be safe. The “top secret programme” the government so lovingly initiated him into isn't the way he saw his life going - but if it kept her safe, he'd grit his teeth and bare it.

Sure, he's made his peace with it, but it doesn't make it any less difficult. He runs around like the government's personal lap dog and then comes home and drinks himself half to death. It's a routine he's gotten used to, and he doesn't plan on changing it anytime soon.

But it gets lonely. He's not a stranger to flirting with a pretty girl in the bar, but he never manages to get them to stay. He's not sure he's capable of forming a relationship anymore. Work always comes up, and no woman seems to want to stick around when he disappears for weeks or months at a time.

When he was younger, he always wanted a dog. That was another thing Raccoon City took from him. He still flinches when a dog moves too fast near him or gets too close. He's never been a cat person, either. Thinks they're grumpy bastards at the best of times.

He leaves it at that for a while. Looks like he's destined to be alone. Whatever. He's used to it by now. Or he thinks so, at least, until he starts to hear about hybrids becoming more commercially available as pets.

They've been around for a while, sure, but they were the type of exotic pet rich assholes buy to show off. He hears about the new hybrid adoption center opening in his city and spends one of his only weekends off doing a shit ton of research. He's not entirely convinced, but he figures there's no harm in taking a look. As soon as he spots you, he knows he's smitten. Bat your pretty lashes at him, and he'd do anything you asked.

You're the cutest little puppy girl he's ever seen. Fluffy ears atop your head, your tail wagging so fast behind you it's practically a blur. He doesn't even think about it when he calls a worker over, paying for you then and there. He doesn't even blink at the amount of money you cost him. He'd sell a kidney to be able to afford you if he needed it. At least the government pays well.

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It's been a few months since he brought you home with him. You were a pain in the ass at first, constantly bouncing around his apartment. Your tail was a hazard, always knocking things off his table and breaking things.

He wouldn't change it for the world, though. You've become the highlight of his day. He finds himself smiling as he opens the door to his apartment, hearing you thunder towards the front door as he walks in. He can't help but chuckle as you wrap your arms around his waist, leaning up to lick at his face.

“Alright. Easy, girl. Easy.” He says with a smile, pushing you off him and ruffling your hair as he steps past you. He shrugs off his jacket, hanging it up and settling on the couch. “I had a long day, y'know? Could at least let me through the door before you jump all over me.”

“But I missed you.” You whine as he pushes you away from him, following him closely as he moves to sit on the couch.

“Yeah, yeah. I missed you, too, pup.” Leon says with a grin, patting his lap. He waits for you to jump in his lap, leaning back comfortably. “C'mere, then. Don't you wanna come sit with daddy?”

Your tail wags lazily behind you as you shift closer, straddling his lap happily. His hands settle on your waist to tug you closer, and he rubs small circles into you with his thumb.

“Missed you.” You repeat softly, cuddling close to him.

“You’re a sweet girl.” He nuzzles his nose into your head and caresses your hair. “A good girl…” 

Leon hums quietly and his hand starts to wander along your side and up towards your chest. “And beautiful, too. Can't believe I got so lucky, baby.”

You giggle softly at that, tail wagging just a little bit faster as you press your chest into his hand, shivering as his thumb brushes your sensitive nipple over your shirt.

“D'you wanna play with me, daddy?” You ask softly, trying to press as close to him as possible. Your hips start moving on their own, rutting your aching pussy against the hard muscle of his thigh. You bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent deeply. He always smells so good when he gets back from work, sweat clinging to his skin. 

“I just got back, baby. What's got you so worked up, huh?” He teases softly, grabbing your hips and adjusting them so you're grinding down onto his steadily hardening cock over his pants instead. He groans softly, reaching around to pet the base of your sensitive tail.

That gets a twitch and a whine from you, making the corner of his mouth tug up into a lazy smile. He rocks his hips up into you until he's fully hard and leaking.

“Alright, alright. C'mon, puppy. Let's get you to bed.” He grunts, trying to act like he isn't as desperate as you. His voice is low and gravelly, brows furrowed in concentration as he lifts you up, carrying you to the bedroom.

He plops you down on the bed, kicking his shoes off and pulling off his jacket. His hands roam your body, tugging off your clothes as he runs his palms along your curves. His eyes take you I'm greedily, his hands working to undress himself instantly.

“Fuck.” He groans as you shift on your hands and knees, ass up in the air as soon as you see his cock. His cock twitches, pre-cum leaking and staining his stomach. “Always so eager…”

All he gets is a whine and an ass wiggle in response. You lift your tail straight up, presenting your glistening pussy for his hungry eyes. “Daddy, please…”

“Yeah, yeah. I got you.” He murmurs, settling between your legs. He runs the pads of two fingers between your glistening folds, dragging them from your clit to your entrance, gathering the slick dripping from you before pushing them inside.

He thrusts them in and out a few times, letting you get used to the intrusion. Not that you need it - your pussy is always so drippy, sucking him in greedily every chance it gets. He curls his fingers, earning a low moan from you, your cute ears pressing firmly against your head.

“That's it.” He coos, repeating the action every time his fingers are half buried inside of you. “There's my good girl. You want my cock, don't you, sweet thing?”

All you can manage is to babble please repeatedly, already so desperate for him. He's not sure how he ever managed without you. You always make him feel so wanted, and not just when he's buried balls deep inside of you. It's nice. Makes an unfamiliar warmth build in his chest, something he hasn't felt since he was still a bright-eyed kid in the police academy.

“Don't worry, baby, I got what you need.” He says softly, pulling his fingers out of you and rubbing your juices onto the sheets before grabbing your hips. His breath hitches as he slides his length into your tight heat, his head tilting back in pleasure before he lets out a low moan.

He leans over you, pressing some of his weight against you as he starts to thrust slow and deep. He presses his lips to the back of your neck before leaning back, his thrusts picking up in pace.

“Such a pretty puppy.” He groans, gripping your tail to pull you back against him every time he fucks into you. The room is filled with your needy moans and the sounds of your sloppy pussy.

“Daddy…” you whine, drool spilling past your lips and onto the pillow your face is smashed against. He can feel you tightening around him, so he knows you're close. He adjusts his angle slightly so he rubs up against that sweet spot that makes you see stars every time he pushes in.

“C'mon, cum for me, pretty girl.” He grunts, hand tightening on your tail as the other slides up from your hip to your waist, giving him more leverage ti rock you back onto his cock.

“Fuck, daddy… cummin’!” You moan, your walls clenching so tight around him you almost push him out. He presses his hips against your ass and thrusts shallowly, keeping him buried deep inside of you as his tip grinds against your cervix.

His mouth hangs open as he feels you gushing all over him, his breath caught in his throat as his cock jumps and kicks against your cervix, the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him making him shoot ropes of his cum deep inside of you.

You whine softly again, slumping against the crumpled sheets. His breathing is slightly heavy as he drops his weight on you, pressing you against the bed.

You grunt at the feeling of him dropping on top of you, wriggling yourself free with a soft huff. You cuddle up to him after, ignoring the feeling of his cum leaking down your thighs. You give him a few locks to his stubble cheeks before cuddling up to him with a smile.

“Sleepy.” You huff softly, nuzzling into his neck with a content sigh, your eyes fluttering shut. He lazily wraps an arm around you, tugging you closer to him and petting your back.

“I bet. C'mon, baby. Think we deserve a nap.” He murmurs, kissing your forehead before letting his eyes shut, too.

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah my girl the HWC extra was so good.... made me feel so warm......i love them so much I wanna cry. They're married and having a baby oh I'm gonna die out of happiness. I need more of them. I need to see Harry as a dad he acted so mature with the Cody situation I wanna see more of him being all protective and hyper aware but also level headed. It was so good! You're amazing!!!

Hiii lovey!!! You’re so sweet I am so beyond happy you enjoyed that little update!! Harry was so mature wasn’t he? Meanwhile we have Niall acting like a wild animal but mainly because he was allowed to😂😂 now…this is fully all your fault so if it makes you explode into a million fluffy bits then I’m sorry but you made me do this okay? Because now all I’m thinking about is the natural next stage of not only their relationship and family but Harry’s hair length👀

With that being said enjoy this super tiny little glimpse into their future where Harry not only has long hair but also three kids with his sunshine girl ✨

-HWC can be found here✨

“Harry did you pack-”

“The extra bottle? Yes along with snacks for Grace and James and a teething ring for this,” Harry looks down just as he feels a tiny hand grab at his sock clad foot. “Drooling little mess of a boy.” He coos as he bends down to pick up his six month old son Henry who to everyone’s surprise has recently started crawling as well as teething meaning he leaves a small trail of drool just about everywhere he ventures off to while enjoying his playtime downstairs.

“At least he’s cute when he drools.” You tease as you give Harry’s backside a swift pat as you make your way around him in the kitchen.

“Your mom is being mean to me.” He gives the little boy a fake pout making a giggle bubble up out of him just as he hears the sound of little feet coming down the stairs.

“Uh oh I hear trouble.” You say with a laugh as your three year old daughter comes rushing around the corner and straight into your legs with a big grin on her face.

“Ah yes Grace Styles the biggest trouble maker of them all but if Gracie is down here that must mean her little brother James is down here some-”

“Gotcha!” Harry lifts his hand that’s not securely holding Henry, up to his chest as he gives it his all to act like the two year old that just jumped out of the kitchen pantry scared him.

“Oh you got me.” Harry says acting as if he has to catch his breath from being scared so bad, his hand goes from clutching his chest up to his forehead as James bends over laughing at how silly his dad looks. “Best scare yet I’d give it a solid eight.” You and Grace stand there and watch as the three boys get ready to go to the park for a fun family outing, James puts Henry’s socks on while Harry holds him and then once he’s done Harry puts Henry in his carrier while James takes a seat at the kitchen table and waits for Harry to help him put his shoes on since he hasn’t quite figured out which foot is which just yet but he’s getting there.

“Daddy do you always wear unmatched socks?” Grace asks as she walks around the kitchen island so she can sit at her seat so you can help put her shoes on. Harry quirks a brow as he stands up after finishing with James’s shoes and looks down at his feet and he can’t help but run a hand through his hair as he sees he does in fact have two different socks on, one white and one bright pink.

“Only on special occasions.” He gives you a playful wink when you look over at him from where you’re crouched down helping Grace with her shoes.

“But we are just going to the park?”

“Not just any park my love.” Grace and James turn to face Harry as he grabs the floral printed diaper bag that’s been in rotation ever since Grace was born. “We are going to the new park with the-”

“The swirly slides and yellow swings?” Both James and Grace ask at the same time making you laugh as you stand up and walk over to Henry who is gnawing on a toy hanging from the handle of his carrier.

“Yes the one with swirly slides and yellow swings.” Harry answers excitedly making the two little kids let out a squeal of happiness before they rush off towards the living room.

“Come on Hen let’s go get in the car while those two figure out which stuffy they are bringing to the park today.” Harry feels a grin spread across his face as he watches you lean down and place a big kiss to the top of the baby’s head before looping your arm under the handle of the carrier.

“Ya know I feel like we could do-”

“Henry isn’t even one yet so don’t try to sweet talk me into trying for another one right now.” You feel his hands on your hips as you slide your sunglasses on, Harry lets out a chuckle as he leans down and places a kiss to the side of your neck.

“He will be one in a few months so what’s the harm in just talking about it? Come on sunshine remember when you told me you wanted six kids? We’re only half way there.” You know he’s only partially joking because you know Harry wants as many kids as you’re willing to give him, six being the random number you tossed out drunkenly on your honeymoon many years ago.

“Fine we can talk about it later.” You say with a sigh as Harry’s hands pull you back just a bit so you’re flush against him.

“I love you.” He whispers in your ear before you turn your head so he can place a kiss to your lips.

“I love you too now hurry up and put your shoes on before those two come in here and get upset with you for making us late to the park.” Harry just smiles as he lets go of you so he can walk around you and open the front door for you. He gives Henry a little wave and a funny face as he looks down at him when you walk by and out the door towards the car to get him situated.

“Daddy what are you doing? Where are your shoes?” Grace’s voice makes him turn around and rush to slip into his worn out vans that he keeps by the door.

“Sorry honey I just need to grab-”

“Let’s roll!” James shouts in excitement as he appears by the front door holding the diaper bag Harry had placed on the kitchen table before helping you with the front door.

“Okay then.” Harry says with a laugh as he takes the bag from his little boy. “Let’s roll!” He pumps his fist in the air making James cheer as he sprints out the front door with a very happy Grace following behind him while Harry laughs and shakes his head as he closes the door and locks it before heading down the path towards the driveway.

[justjams2003]

Hiii! Super loved your recent work (fast pace) 🩷 I was really hooked and now it's one of my favorite Carlos fics here!

I was wondering if I could request a special part of it? Anything like their life with their kids, their life after carlos' retirement, or something domestic! Thank you 🫶🏻

Hi! I just want to apologize for making you wait for so long. I took a bit of a writing break after finishing Fast Pace. But I got inspired after Carlos won last weekend! Please enjoy:

Summary: Some domestic bliss as you and Carlos pick up your three eldest children after their first day of Grade 1 and kindergarten.

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Husband!Father!Carlos Sainz x Wife!Mother!Reader

Warnings: Carlos is aged up and is in this request now 41. Age difference. A cute happy family. Even still, manipulation, control, obsession. Carlos tampers with your birth control. Kissing. A very slight mention of alcohol.

Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis @carlossainzwho @lordpercevalcharles @topguncultleader @kitixie @serp3ns0rtiae @hangmandruigandmav @therealone4r @keii134 @dark-night-sky-99 @jax-the-oregonian @hachrinnen @formulaal tjdjindahouse

Word count: 2k

Masterlist

The first year of marriage was amazing. You spent almost every hour with Carlos. Jumping from airplane to airplane, country to country. You were attached at the hip. The media either loved it or hated it...you actually didn’t know. At some point, a PR team took over your Instagram and it was rare for you to ever actually read the comments or news. Any information you’d receive would come from Carlos and his team, after all, they’re all you really can trust.  

 That was, of course, until, mysteriously, your birth control pills stopped working. It feels like so long ago, the day Carlos picked you up in his arms, celebrating the news of a child. Now, you wait outside the school gates, seven years later, with a much older Carlos but just as excited. His eyes now crinkle up and he has a few grey steaks at the temples of his hair. But he’s not any less handsome.  

Especially when his big strong arms holds your daughter in his arms. Your little girl sits perched on his hip. The only other girl in his life, besides you. She looks so much like him. Dark toughs of hair that you’ve combed this morning with the same wavy texture as his hair. Her big brown eyes gleam up with such love at him.  

And at the same time, he carries your son in his car seat with the other arm. He’s sleeping soundly, his dummy bobbing up and down as he suckles in his sleep. You’re so glad Carlos is here to help. You were sad three years ago when he decided to retire at the end of the season. But now, you’re so grateful. You don’t think you could do this with him on the other side of the world.  

You feel like you’ve been pregnant forever now. Totally accidently five months after giving birth, now you’re 2 months pregnant again. You groan, everything hurts. Your breasts are engorged from breastfeeding and now being pregnant again. You’ve got constant heartburn and nausea. Your hair has thinned and your nails feel brittle. And yet, including all that, Carlos still believes wholeheartedly that you are the most gorgeous girl in the whole world.  

Carlos steps closer to you and places a kiss on your temples. “¿Cómo te sientes, mi amor?” When was the last time that you spoke English? You can’t really remember, because now Spanish also sounds like English. “Tired, mostly, I’ve missed the boys all day, it feels so strange without them home.” He chuckles and nods, “It’s strange for the house to be quiet... You think everything went well?”  

You smile and turn to the gates, you know Carlos is worried his children might be bullied or used for his name. That they won’t be able to make proper friends, that all the kids would just use them to get into the celebrity world. You had a meeting with the twins and Junior’s schools to handle this with grace.  

You can feel the other parents whisper, talking with each other. You feel someone tap your shoulder. You turn, it’s a woman who looks to be your age, 31. Where has the time gone? She smiles and speaks in Spanish, like everyone else where you live. “Is this your first time?” She asks with a kind smile. You return the expression, “No, not at kindergarten. But it’s still as nerve wracking.”  

She laughs with you as you begin your small talk. “But, after this we have to pick up our son at first grade, which makes our stomachs turn.” You laugh and lightly graze Carlos’ arm to show who ‘we’ are. “Is this your husband?” She asks and Carlos nods. “Hi, I’m Carlos. I would shake your hand but my hands are a little full.” He says, referring to the children in his hands. He refuses to let you carry anything while pregnant.  

“And I’m Y/N.” You shake her hand and she also introduces herself. Then your ear catches the sound of excited children screaming as the first classroom door opens. Your head snaps to the noise and then you see the teacher you had met with walking to the gate with a trail of kids behind her.  

You can see your twin boys anxiously scanning the parents trying to find you. And when the eldest of the two do see you, he grabs his brother’s arm and quickly runs over. “Mama! Papa!” They yell and excitedly run over into your arms. They wrap their arms around you, as you bend down and hug them close.  

“Hello, my loves, how was it?” You ask, combing the hair out of their eyes. They look a lot more like you than the other kids. “It was fun, but missed you mama.” Dario, the youngest of the two says. Your girl babbles and makes grabbing hands at Antonio, the oldest of the twins. “Papa, wanna hold sis.” Antonio says, Carlos smiles and puts Bianca down on her little feet. Your kids hug each other, Carlos has raised his sons to have the same protectiveness as he has over their mother and sister.  

“Come on, hold my hand.” You say taking each of their hands in your own. Carlos crosses the road first and then you. He opens the car door for you. It’s almost ironic for this retired championship formula one driver to now be the one driving a mini-van. It is his fault, he just can’t keep his hands off his wife. Carlos wouldn’t have it any other way.  

He buckles each of the kids into their car seat. The twins next to each other in the back and the two youngest in the front. Your youngest, seven month old is the best behaved. He sleeps in his car seat, that is until the twins start arguing, like always. Who had the best lunchbox, who is tallest, who mom and dad like most. Even though, you made sure they had the same lunchbox, they’re twins and thus the same height and like all parents, you don’t have a favourite.  

“Oi! Stop arguing, you’ll wake up your brother.” Carlos commands, his tongue moving fast in his home language. It still gets you all warm when he speaks Spanish. “Sorry, papa,” they say in unison. You just sigh and shake your head. “Papa?” Your daughter, Bianca calls out. “Yes, my princess?” Carlos replies. “Ice-cream?” The little girl asks, your heart melts and you’re certain that your husband is also a puddle. “After we pick up Junior, we’ll go out for ice-cream.”  

Your kids scream in excitement, causing your baby to start whimpering and then soon crying. “Ai, mi amour.” Carlos sighs and shakes his head, his eyes meet yours in the rear-view mirror while you sit next to your youngest children. You slightly lean over your seat and give him a kiss on his greying temples. “It’s okay, my love.”  

You’ve got Raúl, your youngest, strapped into your sling. Bianca sits high on Carlos’ shoulders, daddy’s little girl. Her fingers gripped into his salt and pepper hair. You can’t help but reach up and untangle her fingers. “My love, when did you start going grey?” You ask Carlos, staring into his warm brown eyes. He just laughs and shakes his head.  

“Must you point it out? I feel so old compared to the other parents...” He mutters, the other parents are around your age, some even younger. “I like it though...a silver fox.” He once again laughs and sighs. “No, mi amor.” You grin wildly at his reaction. “41 Isn’t that old...” He mumbles and again you just smirk. “I mean, Alonso was still racing at 41...” 

That really does get him, he bursts out laughing. “Yeah, you’re not wrong...” Then you feel Dario tug on your hand. “Look, Mama!” You see kids, with backpacks looking far too big for their tiny bodies, come pouring out of classroom. Then your eldest son, you can’t help but smile seeing he’s chatting with other kids. And then his big brown eyes look up and see Carlos, he begins running.  

The little boy runs up and hugs Carlos around the legs. Your twins greet their oldest brother. Bianca waves down to her brother from above. Junior gleams up, you remember when you gave birth to Bianca, Junior wanted to do everything for her. He’d carry her around every chance he got.  

“Come, papa said we can have ice-cream.” You tell Junior after he hugs you. “Really?” He asks, his eyes beaming up. Carlos winks and then nods.  

Ding! Your phone has a notification. You grab your phone on the nightstand. “Who is it?” Carlos asks, coming out of the shower. All five of your kids are fast asleep. You read the text. “It’s Alex.” She and Charles had married 3 years ago, no kids yet. “What does she say?” Carlos asks, lying down in the bed next to you, taking your phone and reading the text.  

“Hey Y/N, we miss you, why don’t we go out and party tonight? Leave the kids with Carlos.” She texted in the group chat, and Kika added. “We haven’t seen you in like years now that Carlos isn’t racing anymore.” Carlos just laughs at their antics. He hands your phone back to you. “Do you want to go?” He asks, raising his brow.  

When was the last time you went out alone? When was the last time that you weren’t with Carlos? Since he retired...there hasn’t really been a second alone? It would be kind of nice, to talk about something other than the kids... “I’d prefer if you didn’t...” Carlos mutters, he crawls down to your stomach. He gently lifts your pyjama short and kisses your stomach. “Pregnant and all...”  

You just smile, combing your fingers through his salt and pepper hair. You pick up your phone and text your friends in the groupchat. “Sorry, girls, can’t have alcohol...🙈” You get a quick reply back. “Again?!” “Didn’t you like just give birth???” Your cheeks go red at their comments. You feel the urge to send them a photo of Carlos kissing your stomach, but don’t. You do, however, take a photo, saving it for later and then put the phone down.  

“I hope it’s another girl.” He mutters, placing small kisses on your stomach. You can’t help but smirk. “I hope it’s the last one.” You mutter, playing with his hair. He pouts, placing his chin gently on your stomach. “Why? You look so fucking good pregnant.” He says, lust in his gaze. You just laugh and roll your eyes. “To you, maybe. But I’m telling you, my love, I don’t want to have to drive a limousine to their schools.”  

You can see him think for a moment. “You mean it? No more kids?” He says, jutting out his bottom lip and making his eyes gleam. It’s hard to say no to him, but you stay firm, for once in your life. You actually wanted to stop after the twins. Not that you love Bianca and Raúl any less.  

But this number six is the most difficult so far. You’re taking both pre-and-postnatals at the same time. “Yes, I mean it.” You say, stern. You’d like your body to be yours again...“Alright, I’ll get the snip. I don’t want you on those damn pills. I can’t fucking stand them, they’re unnatural.” He mutters, his jaw locking...  

Huh...Always thinking about your well-being...  

“You look so fucking good as a mom. Seeing how much they adore you. It’s hard to keep my hands off you.” He snarls, his kisses on your stomach becoming more sloppy. He trails up to your lips. Capturing your lips in his. So furious and desperate on your lips. “I love you, mi amor. You’re mine. Only mine.”  

Request are open.

[backtothefanfiction]

Hiii! i love your writing 😘 if your ok with writing this could i request some fluffy dad!felix catton if you have any in store?! again, totally understand if your uncomfortable writing this or just don’t want to 😊😊

It’s taken me a while to get to this because I’ve been struggling to find my way in when it comes to Felix as a Dad. I’m not sure if I do have a Dad!Felix fluff in me but I do have some thoughts/head canons on Felix as a Dad as a whole I’m slowly developing. So here are those…

Felix is all in in the newborn stage. It’s a novelty for him. The easy stage before they find their voices and start screaming the place down. When all you have to do is hold them, feed them, change them. He’s so there for that.

He’s happy to get up in the middle of the night, looking out the windows at the grounds with a baby in his arms, telling stories and recounting memories of his youth and that time running around the grounds with Farleigh and Venetia.

He loves see you with HIS child. He’s very protective. While you lie in his bed with tea and toast, feeding your child he shoos everyone else from the room, not wanting to share that sight or special time with anyone else in the family. Venetia is the only one who occasionally slips through the cracks. (She is a great aunt to your child by the way)

When the baby starts to grow older though he begins to struggle. You are a very hands on parent in comparison to him and he’s happy for you to be. After all his mother was very hands on with him and Venetia, however as a child he never saw his Dad there as much as his Mum and so has adopted a similar way of thinking that of his father and grandfather that fussing kids is a Mother problem.

Don’t get me wrong, he still loves showing up to be the fun dad. Running across the lawns with them. Enabling their hobbies and paying for anything they want. But when it comes to the hard stuff you feel completely abandoned.

As time goes on you realise you aren’t on the same wave length about parenting at all. And a lot of that has to do with Felix’s upbringing and family.

Elspeth is always there to step in and make a fuss, forcing herself on her grandchildren like she makes everything better, but often (especially if a child is already in a tantrum state it can sometimes make it worse until she just hands the child back and leaves you with a screaming child.

When Felix’s mates come knocking, asking him to go on golfing or skiing holidays with them it’s always “you’ve got this, haven’t you babe? Great. I love you. See you in a week.”

And because that’s how Felix was raised, what he observed from his family over the years, he honestly knows no better.

“If you’re struggling we can just get a Nanny.” He says when you confront him. It always has you seeing red. “I don’t want a Nanny Felix. I want US to raise our kids.”

You realise the only way things will change is if you all get out of that house and away from his family. So you give him the ultimatum: “it’s either us or your family.”

Of course it’s that honour in him, that unspoken traditional allegiance to your wife and kids that has him reluctantly agreeing, hoping in a few months you’ll see sense and see how difficult it is without all the servants and his daddy’s money. But you thrive, despite the way Felix shuffles his feet and does the bare minimum in protest.

After another argument where you tell him to show up or fuck off back to his family he finally takes you seriously and the more time he spends with you and your family and more modest hands on parenting and living styles he begins to thrive, seeing that the grass can be greener on the other side.

The more time away from his family he sees how toxic his families dynamic is. When you visit he sticks up for his kids and is protective of them when his parents begin to push their values and views on his kids.

You stand by him as he begins to put in boundaries and really analyse his life, his youth, his privilege and how it has in fact hindered him in life in so many basic ways. You support him and feel pride when he helps enforce those boundaries around his parents, his family as he ultimately gives them the same ultimatum you gave him all those years ago.

Although his father is reluctant, Elspeth is desperate to know her grandchildren and apologised to you both and promises to respect your parenting choices and swears to try and uphold those values in front of your children as much as she can.

With the new boundaries in place, summers in Saltburn become regular things for your kids. All of you playing together on the grounds. Chasing each other through the maze. Swimming in the pool and the lake.You and Felix set up scavenger hunts for your kids. And they ultimately grow up with the best of both worlds.

So yeah. Those are my more realistic Dad Felix thoughts. Tell me what you think….

[romanestuffsposts]

Hiii!

I just recently found your account and I lobe it soo muchhh😍

Can I request one where the reader is on her period but she didn't realize it and shes little and when she stands up from like the couch or carpet there's a bloodstain but daddy and papa help her. (This happend to me one time)

Okayy bye bye, love youuu💋💋

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you so much! I'm so happy that you find what you need here ❤️

Of course i'll write it for you, i'm sorry you had to wait tho. I hope it's okay and you're happy with what you read sweetie!

Enjoy <33

I love youuu too beautiful 💋

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Warnings : helping putting Sanitary napkins, periods, blood, comfort, reassurance, explaining what is happening, sort of panic attacks

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : You're having your period but you don't know what is happening until your Papa reassures you

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It's been hours that you're sitting on the hard floor, on your beautiful carpet that Natasha and Wanda offered you last year. Your Daddies offered you your dream doll as an early present before Christmas.

They do that each years, one present at the begining of December and the others on Christmas day. You don't know where it came from but you don't complain at all.

You just got her this morning and since then, you're glued to the ground with her in your hands.

Your Daddies didn't bothered to ask you to come down to help them for cleaning or doing the dishes like they usually do. It's the day where they let you alone because they know you couldn't do other things than being busy with your new gift.

So when they came in to tell you that dinner was ready you were kinda upset that you had to live your little world- even tho it was just for a little moment.

Your Papa waited for you to stand up so he could walks with you. He hadn't seen you the whole day so he want to spend all the little time he has.

You rest your doll on her back so she could take a nap while you're eating and then stand up. You walk to your papa and give him your hand but he doesn't move. You look up from his hand and then frown "Papa ?" you quietly ask.

You follow his gaze and he's quick to turn you away. Only it's too late, you already saw that.

You gasp and feel the tears coming up in your eyes "wha-wha-"

"Baby hey look at me" he softly says. He grabs your cheeks and drops on his knees "it's nothing serious okay ? You're fine, you're perfectly fine" he reassures you.

He saw the stain on your pants and immediately understood what happened.

Your eyes are wide open and you shake your head rapidly, not wanting to believe your Papa. You saw the blood, it can't be nothing.

"baby take a deep breath with me" He grabs your hands and strokes his tumbs on the back of your hands. You look down at your hands and try to calm your breathing.

Your Papa takes a deep breath and after some times, you're able to follow his pace.

"do you feel a little bit better ?" He asks, stroking away the hair from your face. You swallow and softly nod your head.

"alright then let me explaining to you" he turns you around and gently caresses your back "it's something that happens every months for you girls. do you remember having that ?"

You tilt your head and grimace as you try to remember "that's okay if you don't" your Papa reassures you, not wanting to worrying you with something else.

"it's just in your metabolism, it's nothing serious, it can be painful for some and for others not that much but it usually go away from one week, sometimes longer and sometimes it's shorter than that. It's totally normal, you don't need to be scared" He calmly says against your ear.

"And if you need help to clean you and put your protections on because you don't remember then you can ask us. We're totally fine with helping you" He kisses your cheek and stands up.

"do you want me to change you and explaining to you what you have to do ?"

You take his hand and nod, putting your thumb from your other hand in your mouth. On the way for the bathroom, he grabs your favorite paci and replace your thumb with your paci.

He pulls down your panties and throws it in the laundry basket. He grabs your new one and slides it to your ankles.

"in this little box on your left is where you can find the sanitary napkins that you'll put in your pantie, just like this." he shows you how to attached it to your pantie and takes the time to explaining it to you in details

"you can just leave it like this or you can add tampon but that's something for another day. I don't think you'll be comfortable with it on you right now" he kisses your forehead

You finish cleaning the left over and then follow your Papa downstairs.

"Ahh there you are!" your Daddy smiles when he sees you "I thought i would have to eat your plate for you" he jokes, winking at you.

You giggle and sit on your seat.

"sorry we're late, she had an accident so we went to fresh up before coming to eat" Steve explains as he takes your plate to serve you.

"An accident ?" Your Daddy's worried voice is quickly heard "what kind of accident ? Are you okay ?"

You nod your head and swallow your food "yea! Papa heped me wis the bood"

"The what ?" Bucky's wide eyes turn to Steve "she only has her period, don't worry"

Bucky's shoulders immediately relax and he sighs "why don"t you start by that right away" he mumbles.

As long as you're okay, they are too.

[darlingsfandom]

Hiii my love🫶🏻how is everything?

So maybe you could write something about Cillian and the reader about how he helps her get out of her troubled family, and takes her under his wing, not in the paternal sense but in the sense that he is in love. of her and helps her because he loves her and wants her to be happy,maybe she is younger than him, like a sugar daddy but with all the love in between, can have a little smut if you want🥵🫣

Only if you feel comfortable with this, if not you can let it go, also English is not my first language I hope this is understandable 🥹🫶🏻

I send hugs and kisses 🫂💌

Hi honey 💕 things have been alright , I hope everything’s good with you! Hugs and kisses to you too💕

TW: ANGEST! Illusions to suicide, talks of dying! Self doubt.

I’m sorry there’s no smut…. I took this in a dark direction because that’s how my mind ran .

“What are ya doin out here by yerself?” The soft yet masculine voice rang through your ears as you sat on the edge of the boulder with your sketchbook on your lap. You looked over your shoulder to see Cillian walking towards you with his hands in his yellow jacket pockets.

“Just… drawing.. thinking…” you spoke out as you turned your head to face the river that was slowly flowing through the woods.

“Alone?” He asked approaching you as his feet crunched the branches with each step.

“Sometimes it’s best to be all alone and sometimes it’s all you know.” Your hair rustled slowly in the wind as he placed his hand on your shoulder. He gave it a gentle squeeze while pressing his side into yours. It had seven months since he had saved you. It was a twisted sense of fate when he saved you.

Your head was full of doubt, criticism, negative attributes and darkness when you stood at the bridge. Each cheek was stained with tears while your hands held onto the railing tightly until your knuckles turned white. The acid in your stomach burned as it mixed with guilt and crawled up your throat. The sound of the crashing waves filled your ears as you looked over the edge with blurry vision.

“What the fuck are ya doin?” A strangers voice filled your ears making you whip your head around, but it wasn’t a stranger. You knew that voice. It was Cillian. You had worked with him on a few photoshoots. He was always so sweet to you, made you feel nice but the act your family left upon you had always twisted it into something bad. It was like anytime you felt happy you’d hear their voices telling you how worthless you were. You stood at the bridge as he rushed up to you.

“I asked ya a question! What are ya doin??” His hands rested on your shoulders.

“Let me go…no one needs me around.” Your words broke his heart. He held onto you tightly no matter how hard you tried to push him away. You fought him through sobbing hot tears as the fog brushed against your feet. “Get off me! Just let me do this!” You pleaded with Cillian but he wasn’t giving up. He needed you. And ever since that night he’s had you by his side.

Now here you are alone with that sad look on your face making his heart break again.

“Did ya draw anything today?” He asked as he sat down next to you on the boulder. You handed him the book and let him flip through the pages. He scanned over the picture you drew of the forrest and ran his finger over the flowers you drew into the design before looking over at you with admiring eyes, a look you’ve grown fond of. “Beautiful ! Just like ya .” He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to your temple before allowing you to lay your head against his shoulder.

It could be seen as odd how the two of you had a relationship considering he’s seventeen years older than you, but that didn’t mean a thing to you. Every time you felt your self drowning in your head he’d pull you out. He seen your worst pieces and still held you close. Cillian had seen the darkest of days in his own life, he understood you and he needed you in his life. The two of you were two dark pieces of the puzzle that is life that fit perfectly together.

His hand ran down your arm as you stood up to face him with a small smile before straddling his lap. He cupped your face into his hands and pulled you closer until your lips were connected . His kisses always started off sweet. Your lips moved in sync with his as his hands slowly slipped up behind your head and pulled you closer until there was no space between your bodies.

“Just tell me when to stop honey” Cillian whispered against your mouth as he rubbed your shoulders and down your back.

“I don’t think I ever want you to stop.” Your lips mumbled while playing with the collar of his shirt. The two of you sat still for a moment staring into each others eyes admiring one another as the sounds of nature echoed. The sun was sitting on the horizon basking the both of you in golden sunlight along with a small breeze kissing your skin, it felt like a movie that was never going to end. Cillian stroked your cheek with his thumb while humming quietly while you sat on his lap with your arms wrapped around him as tightly as you could.

He had given you everything you had never had or felt in the nine months that you’ve known him. You always said it was twisted fate because how does someone as handsome , rich and famous as Cillian end up as yours? Maybe it was twisted fate? Maybe you made your own fate when you up and left home without warning ? No one could say how or why , but that was okay because all those paths lead you to him.

“Ya know, tis is the most peaceful I’ve felt in a long time. Ever since I met ya at the shoot for Esquire. You looked so lost, like a baby deer yet there was just somethin about ya that I couldn’t get enough of.” He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear while looking into your wet eyes. A single tear ran down your cheek as he spoke to you. His thumb caught it and wiped it away as he held you close. This was not how you ever imagined your life, you never thought that you’d ever get this far because life wasn’t supposed to go on this long but as the rush of reality hit you when his cologne filled your nostrils and his finger tips trailed along your wrist you knew this was why the two of you crossed paths again that night on the bridge and no matter how much you couldn’t wrap your mind around it, you didn’t need to anymore . This was life and for once everything was in the right place.

[applesturniolo]

“when are you marrying mommy?”

a/n: this is my first fic ever so i hope you like it. i also literally love chris dad fics. so likee !!

warnings: kissing, language, nothing much.

chris

y/n

mason

it’s currently 7:27 am at the moment, chris was asleep, meanwhile i was brushing my teeth. all of a sudden i hear crying out of nowhere. it’s mason, our son. “oh shit” i immediately spit out the toothpaste and go to my sons room. i then see that he dropped his toy car on his foot, i then pick him up and go to the kitchen to get him a cup of juice.

8:47

chris is finally awake, he’s currently watching bluey with our son. mason is currently playing with his cars while chris is invested in the show, i giggle at the fact that he’s paying attention to it. “what?” he asks with a smirk, “nothing” i reply, smiling while still making breakfast.

10 minutes later

i bring chris his breakfast and give him a cup of juice “thank you y/nnn” he kisses my cheek and begins to eat. i then bring my 5 year old a cup of juice and some cereal, “thank you mommy!!” he says joyfully while beginning to eat.

later, at around 8:56

chris and mason are currently on the last episode of bluey, chris is super invested now. after the episode ends and i fall asleep, mason asks chris the big question. “daddy, when are you marrying mommy?” chris then looks shocked by his sons question, but he answers calmly. “why? you think i should?” he asks, mason then nods while smiling and clapping his hands. “okay buddy, i’ll see what i can do.”

the next morning

i wake up to find chris out of bed, so i go to check my toddlers room, realizing he’s out of bed as well. i then run to my room and call chris immediately. “hello?” i hear a familiar voice, “chris where are you?? and where is mason?” i ask slightly raising my voice. “it’s okay, it’s okay. he’s with me,” chris replies. i then calm down a bit, “okay, but.. where are you??” i continue to ask questions. “we’re just out shopping for moree uh cars for mason. ya know he loves his toys.” he answers a bit hesitantly, but he answered me, so it’s okay. “oh okay, please don’t leave without telling me again. i love you, stay safe.” i say before i hang up.

at around 5:34 pm, they get home.

“mommyyyyy!!!” mason runs up to me, i hug him tight and kiss his head. “hiii babyyyy!! i missed you” i smile at my son. “isn’t that my nickname?” chris asks jokingly, i then roll my eyes giggling slightly.

10:46 pm

it’s now time for bed, me and mason are sleeping, meanwhile chris is up looking for rings and suits. he’s dead serious about proposing, i mean, who wouldn’t?? it’s been 8 years of them dating. since middle school. anyways, he spent a whole 2 months looking for rings. until him and his son found the perfect one.

i really hope you like thisss, i literally tried so hard. i get why writers sometimes take forever to make a second part now 😭😭 also this is HEAVILY inspired by @st7rnioioss so all the credits go to her. also this is lowkey ass soo like.

[el-ly-sha-give-no-f]

Hiii could you do a one shot on hakim Ziyech where he is married to the reader who is of Moroccan origin and he is a son Nahil who is 1 year old he looks a lot like Hakim but in a smaller version and his daddy's son he is constantly in the Hakim's arm which makes Hakim laugh because his wife sulks every time because when Nahil sees his father he stretches his arms towards him and when Hakim has to go to training he cries he sees his dad leave and the reader and lanpenfa't 1h to calm him down with these tears plsss 💕

My Little Clone

Pairing: Hakim Ziyech x female!reader

Warning: non just pure fluff

Words: 2106

Writer Note: sorry i've been silent for couple of months cause i've been busy with my editing, school and a lot more, but i'm back now, if you made a request before, please send it to me again. Thank you, enjoy this one. Thank you anon <3

P/s: not edited, grammar mistake and typo ahead!

Hakim Ziyech is a successful professional soccer player, playing for one of the top teams in Europe. He's known for his fast dribbling and accurate shooting, and is often called "The Magician" due to his ability to dribble past several defenders before scoring a goal. In addition to his talent on the field, Hakim is also known for being a devoted husband and father.

His wife Y/n and their 1-year-old son Nahil, is always proud to watch him play. His wife supports him from the stands and completely different comparing to their son, Nahil will be cheering on his dad, and waving to him when he saw him on the field and Hakim will smile and waving at his son or give him a flying kiss, their one-year-old son going to be the one who truly steals the show. Despite being so young, He already has a strong bond with his father. When Hakim is at home, he is always holding Nahil in his arms, making him laugh and giggle with his playful antics

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Hakim looked over at Y/n as she sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. He knew she was pretending to sulk, but he could not help but laughing at her wife cuteness.

 "You okay, Y/n?" he asked, settling down beside her. "I'm fine," she reply to her husband while she doing a crossed hand on her chest, her eyes still glued to the screen.

 Nahil, who was sitting on Hakim's lap, stretched out his arms towards his father. "Dada! Dada!" he squealed; his little voice filled with excitement. Hakim chuckled and lifted Nahil up, kissing his cheek.

"Hey buddy, what's up?" he asked, making silly faces at his son. Y/n rolled her eyes but could not help but smile at the sight. She knew she had no right to be jealous of her husband and son's bond, but she could not help it. As much as she tried to pretend otherwise, she loved seeing them together.

Nahil started bouncing in his father's arms, his laughter filling the room. In that moment, Y/n felt a surge of happiness wash over her. She was lucky to have such a wonderful family, even if it did make her feel a little like a third wheel at times. Hakim noticed Y/n's expression and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

 "You're never a third wheel, honey. You are the most important member of this family," he said sincerely. Y/n smiled, feeling a warm glow settle in her chest.

She knew deep down that Hakim was right, but hearing it from him still meant the world. As Nahil snuggled into his father's chest, Y/n leaned her head on Hakim's shoulder. She knew she couldn't ask for a better life than this - a husband who loved her unconditionally, a son who idolized him, and a home filled with love and laughter. She was the luckiest girl in the world.

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The trio spent the night relaxing on the couch, Nahil giggling and kicking his legs as he snuggled in Hakim's arms. Y/n couldn't help but watch them with a smile, her heart swelling with love for her happy family. She knew she was lucky to be a part of it

Hakim was the first to speak, breaking the comfortable silence. "You know, Y/n, sometimes I feel like the luckiest man in the world," he said, his eyes fixed on their son's sweet face. "I know," she replied, placing a hand on his leg. "You always say that when Nahil gets particularly adorable." Hakim chuckled.

 "I can't help it. He's just so perfect, you know? And I'm so grateful to have both of you in my life." Y/n smiled, feeling a lump form in her throat. She knew what he was saying was true, but it still meant so much to hear it from him.

As Hakim, Y/n, and Nahil settled in for the night, the room was filled with the sound of laughter and happy chatter. They spent the evening playing with Nahil, taking turns chasing him around the living room and tickling him until he was giggling so hard and he couldn't breathe, the origin Moroccan woman couldn’t help but feel a tug at her heartstrings every time her son ran into his father's arms.

She could tell that Hakim loved him fiercely, and it made her feel grateful to have such a loving and devoted husband and father for her son. Even with the laughter and the play, there was something deeper that connected the trio. They were a unit, a family that loved each other unconditionally.

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By the time Hakim left for training, Nahil's protests grew louder and more desperate, until he was outright sobbing in Y/n's arms.

“I want Dada!”

“Nahil your dada needs to go to work you know, so that he can buy you a lot of toys”

Despite her best efforts, she cannot really seem to soothe him, and the sound of his cries echoed in her ears long.

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As the day drew to a close, Y/n settled in for what she hoped would be a peaceful evening with her husband and son. She breathed a sigh of relief as she heard Hakim's key in the door, Y/n settled down on the couch with Nahil sleeping soundly in her lap. Hakim settled down next to her, taking her hand in his, and she smiled at him cheerfully.

“Assalamualaikum” he greets her wife

“waalaikummusalam” his wife replies to his greet.

"I missed you today," Y/n said, her voice filled with warmth.

Hakim leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I missed you too, Y/n," he said softly

“He cried earlier when you left the house” Y/n tell her husband

“I know, I’ve heard him, he’s quite loud, can’t even know how you handle him, you’re a pro!” Hakim compliments his wife and they both laugh softy due to not wanting their son to wake up but Nahil seemed to know his father's presence.

Their son stirred on Y/n's lap, his brown eyes that cloning his dad, open slowly. As soon as he saw her dad already home, he quickly gets up from her mother lap and jump into his father arms and hug him.

“Hello buddy, you sleep well?” Hakim asks his son and he can feel that his son reply with a single nod on his shoulder

“Good, mama said that you cried when I left earlier, why?”

“I don’t want dada to leave, I want to play with dada”

Y/n looked at her husband and son, she felt her heart swell with love and gratitude. She knew that life wasn't always easy, but with them by her side, she felt ready to face whatever came their way.

“Nahil, dada need to go to work”

“why” their son asks Hakim and Hakim looking at his wife, y/n shrug.

“Well, boy, so that we can go out and eat some delicious food, buy you a new toy and a lot more, don’t you want that?” Hakim explains

Nahel nods

“After this, no more crying, okay?” hakim told his son

“okay!” He sequels.

Hakim kiss him on the cheek softly.

☆☆☆☆☆

Today, a match between Chelsea Vs Spurs, Hakim prepared for the match, he could feel the pressure weighing heavily on him. He knew that the eyes of millions of fans were on him, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes. As he stepped onto the field, he could feel the energy from the crowd, but he didn't let it distract him. He was focused, and he was determined to win the match for his team.

When the match progressed, Hakim became more and more impressive.

His dribbles were fast and precise, and his shots were accurate.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats, and his teammates were cheering him on.

But it was when he scored a goal in the dying minutes of the match that the crowd became truly electric.

Hakim ran to the corner flag and jumped up and down searching for his little family. The noise from the crowd was deafening, but he could still hear the sound of Nahil, who was cheering loudly for his dad. Hakim pointing at his son that is in Y/n’s arms, to sign that the goal was dedicated to him and his wife.

☆☆☆☆☆

After the match, Hakim doing the post-match interview, He was asked all sorts of questions: about the match, about the goal.

Journalist: Congratulations on a brilliant performance today, Hakim! Can you walk us through your goal?

Hakim: Thank you, it was great to be able to contribute to the team's victory. The goal was a result of good teamwork and timing. My teammate passed me the ball, and I was able to take advantage of the open space to make a run and get into a scoring position. It was a great feeling to see the ball cross the line and the crowd celebration.

Journalist: And overall, how do you feel about your team's performance today?

Hakim: I think we played well and followed our manager's game plan. We were able to control possession and play in the opponent's half. We also created plenty of chances and were clinical with our finishing. Overall, it was a solid team performance and a good result.

Journalist: And finally, who do you dedicate your goals to today, Hakim?

Hakim: Well, first and foremost, I have to dedicate these goals to my family, including my wife and son who is on the stand tonight, and who is always support and motivate me. They're my biggest fans, so I want to give them a special shout-out and I'm grateful for their support.

Journalist: Congrats again on a great performance today, Hakim. Thank you for your time. We'll let you go so you can celebrate with your family and your team

☆☆☆☆☆

Hakim made his way into the locker room, his blood pumping with adrenaline and excitement after the big win. As he entered, his teammates greeted him with high-fives and congratulations, and he smiled back at them, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment.

But the moment he had really been looking forward to was the moment he would get to hug his son and see his wife's smiling face. He could hardly wait to share the excitement of the win with them.

As he walked out of the locker room, he saw them waiting for him—his son running towards him with a huge smile on his face, and his wife standing there with her arms open wide. Hakim scooped his son up into his arms, feeling his little body wiggle and laugh as he swung him around in a circle. His wife came over and embraced him, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and he felt a rush of joy and love wash over him.

He held his son close, feeling the little heartbeat against his chest, and felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for his family. They were the ones who made him feel strong and supported, and he knew that he could face anything with them by his side.

"Dada, you're so amazing!" Nahil exclaims after one particularly spectacular goal.

Hakim cannot help but smile. "Thanks, mini-me, did you see the goal?" he ask

"yes!yes!" Hakim smile and ruffling Nahil's hair.

☆☆☆☆☆

"You know, Y/n," Hakim began, breaking the comfortable silence, "I know that sometimes I'm not around as much as I'd like to be. And I know that it's not always easy for you to take care of our son when I'm gone, but I just want you to know that I appreciate everything you do."

Y/n smiled and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. "I know, Hakim. And I appreciate you too. You work so hard to provide for our family, and I am proud of you and I’m sure Nahil too. I love you both so much, and I wouldn't trade our life together for anything in this world."

Hakim pulled her closer, and they sat there in comfortable silence, listening to the soft sounds of their sleeping son. It was moments like these that reminded them just how lucky they were to have one another, and they knew that they would always have each other's backs, through thick and thin.

It was a moment he would always cherish, filled with happiness and love, and he felt grateful for everything in his life. He was blessed to have a family that loved and supported him, and he was determined to do all he could to make them proud.

☆☆☆☆☆

[kaleldobrev]

Unexpected Love

Pairing: Ash x Sister!Winchester!Reader

Summary: Ash is your mullet knight in flannel armor

Original Prompt: Requested by anonymous | Hiii, I saw you write for spn and I throught about making a request. Idk if you even remember Ash, he's seen in season 2 but for like, just 5 minutes in total so I'm not gonna be mad if you don't remember him, but I throught about asking you if you could write something for him with Reader that's Dean and Sam's little sister? You can write what you want, even something bite sized, I just feel like he's not appreciated enough 🥺 It's ok if you don't want to write it, and take your time if you do. Have a good day 💕

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Cursing (1x), Fluff, Sam & Dean just being protective/supportive older brothers

Authors Note: Of course I remember Ash my anon friend! How could I not remember Doctor Badass? | Since you told me to write whatever I wanted, I decided to do a cute little romance between him and reader cause hey, he needs some love too! | He’s honestly one of my favs | I hope you liked how this came out! I never wrote Ash before, so I hope I was able to do his character justice! | Takes place in Season 2 obviously | Flashbacks are in italics | If you want to request something, just send me a message! | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Dating was something that was always particularly hard for you as you’ve been consistently on the road with your father and brothers since you were six months old. The four of you never staying in the same place long enough for you to ever form any kind of connection with anyone. In a way, you thought that it was a good thing considering this line of work, but at the same time, human connection was something that you craved, yearned for. Yes, you had a strong bond with your brothers (Sam more than Dean – twin power you know?), and kind of had a strong bond with your father, but the bonds that you had with the three of them weren’t particularly fulfilling for you. You always felt like there was something missing.

At one point when you were seven or eight, long before you had learned of the supernatural, you had asked your father once when the four of you were in the car if you could stay at Uncle Bobby’s for a while.

“I’m tired of moving around so much daddy. Can I stay at Uncle Bobby’s for a while?” You had told him, asked him; silence filled the impala, despite the music being so loud.

Sam turned to face you before turning to look at your father – you knew that Sam had felt the same way. Dean turned to look at you, craning his neck as he was in the front seat along with your father who was currently driving to the next motel. It would have been the third motel in less than two weeks. Your father looked into the rearview mirror, looking at you as you started playing with your thumbs. “I’m sorry…” You whispered.

When the four of you had gotten to the motel, Dean had practically pulled you to the side while your father and Sam had started bringing things into the motel room. “Why do you want to get away from dad so bad?” He asked, almost as if he was offended.

“I want to stay in one place longer than two days.” You said. “Motels smell funny.”

Dean scoffed. “So does Uncle Bobby’s house.”

That was the last time you had ever asked.

Even if you had found yourself lucky to pull a date, something or someone would always get in the way. Either a hunt would take precedence, or one of your brothers (usually Dean) would “accidentally” interrupt the date. With either scenario, the guy you had landed the date with would either never call you make again – despite your efforts of trying to make something work or, they would outright tell you to never call them again.

As the years went by, you had simply come to the conclusion that you were destined to never find love, destined to spend the life on the road with your brothers as hunters.

“Come with me.” Sam said to you, a few weeks before he had told you, Dean, and your father that he was going to be leaving to go to Stanford.

“I can’t Sammy. I don’t have a full ride like you do.” You said. “Besides, he’d be too fucking worried if I went.”

“But we’d be together Y/N. It’s not like we’d be by ourselves.” He said. He wanted you to come with him, despite not really interested in the whole college thing; but he knew hunting was something that you had never wanted to do. You wanted that white picket fence life like he wanted.

“I can’t…leave Dean with dad.” You told him. As much as you had wanted to go with him, you couldn’t leave Dean and dad alone, as you were usually the buffer between them. Yes, they rarely got into fights but when they did…it got bad.

You were fully prepared to do the whole one night stand thing for the rest of your life. At least you would have some kind of human connection, even if it was just for a little while. Hell, it’s been working out just fine for Dean, why wouldn’t it work for you? But that was until you met Ash.

Ash was an interesting person; someone that you thought you wouldn’t have ended up with. Despite knowing him less than a year, he was someone that you could actually imagine spending your life with (no matter how long that life span may be). You had first met him about a few months after the death of your father when your brother Sam was listening to your father’s voicemails.

“He’s always been so secretive.” You told them, upon hearing the sound of a woman’s voice in one of the voicemails – a woman that called herself Ellen.

“Think dad ever had a thing with her and it ended badly? Maybe that’s why he never told us about her.” Sam theorized.

His theory caused your other brother to give a disgusted look. “Gross, now I’m thinking of dad having sex.” Dean said, his voice sounding just as disgusted.

“You are far too pretty to be with these two.” Was one of the first sentences that Ash had ever uttered to you. A sentence that had made you laugh, but a sentence that offended your eldest brother Dean the most.

The relationship between you and Ash was something that you honestly didn’t expect to happen. Not because he wasn’t your type, but because you had thought that there would be no possible way to maintain a relationship given the fact that you were always on the road.

“You know this isn’t going to work out right?” You had told Ash, the day you and your brothers had gotten back to the Roadhouse after completing the Rakshasa case.

Ash looked at you, trying his best to play it cool as your brothers were only standing within earshot. “That’s the beauty of technology. You’d only be a phone call away.” He said. Him saying this was something that you had never really thought about previously; but it was something that had made perfect sense to you.

“If someone wants to be with you kid, they’ll make the effort.” Bobby told you numerous times growing up. For years, it was a line you thought that he just said in order to make you feel better. But for the first time in your life, you realized that Ash was the only guy in your life (besides your brothers and your father) that had actually wanted to make the effort.

“You and Ash still going strong uh?” Dean asked, leaning up against Baby.

“Uh, yeah.” You replied. “Still trying to get used to the whole long distance thing.”

“That’s fair.” He said. “At least you guys text and call right?”

“Yeah.” You nodded.

Dean raised an eyebrow. “Do you not want to talk about this? Thought this would be something you’d be all over.”

“Dean, you and Sammy have never been people I’ve spoken to about guys before. Nor have either of you really asked. Why the sudden interest in Ash and me?” Whenever you had crushes on people in the past, you had never once found yourself gunning to tell one of your brothers or your dad. You knew that it would only end badly; especially if you told your father or Dean.

He shrugged. “Can’t your brother just be interested in your relationship for once?”

“Not without ulterior motives he can’t.” You gave him a look, your brother automatically looking offended.

“Me? Have an ulterior motive? Honestly sis, I’m offended.” He scoffed.

“It’s kind of your MO brother.” You said. Dean opened up his mouth as if to say something; to try and get himself out of whatever hole he had dug himself into. But there was nothing that he could possibly say to get out of it. He instead just closed his mouth.

“Look, I’m just happy for you. Truly I am.” He actually sounded sincere. “You know me and Sammy just worry.”

“And you know just as well as I do that I can kick either of your asses.” You said. “I can take care of myself just fine. And Ash…neither of you have anything to worry about honestly.”

“You know, I’ve been thinking Ash.” You said, sitting on the trunk of Baby while your brothers were inside of the motel room. Being outside was the only source of privacy that you could possibly have when being on the phone.

“What’s up Missus Badass?” He asked, hearing the smile in his voice.

“I was thinking, after we finally kill Yellow Eyes…I’m going to quit hunting.” You said. “How would Ellen and Jo feel about me working at the Roadhouse?” Your tone half joking and half serious. Ash was silent for a moment, more quiet than he normally was whenever he was on the phone. “Ash? I didn’t lose you did I?”

“No…No…” He began. “They’d love to have you.”

“Yeah?” You asked. “You know, I am very familiar with the workings of a bar.”

“If I didn’t know you so well, I would be concerned by that statement. But, since you are a Winchester, I ain’t the least bit surprised.” He said.

“Yeah. I’ve been hustling pool, and playing poker before I reached puberty.” You laughed a little. “As Sammy would say, the way we were raised was jacked.” You paused. “But hey, at least I met you.”

“Your mullet knight in flannel armor.” He said serious.

“Oh, I like the sound of that.” You smiled. The motel door opened, your brothers coming out. “I gotta go but…I love you.” You whispered the I love you. Hoping that it was just loud enough for Ash to hear, but low enough for your brothers not to.

Your I love you had caught him slightly off guard, but it was something that he enjoyed hearing you say. “I love you too.” He responded back. You were happy that he said it back, afraid that you might of said it too soon. For the first time in a long time, you had felt like you might actually get that happy ending you have always wanted: a life away from hunting.

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[umesakus]

Hiii robin! If you're cool with it, I wanted to ask, is there a certain moment with your selfships when you realize you ship with them, or is it a slow process that just kinda happens?

hi romy!!!! ❤️

tbh it kinda depends and i'm not always totally sure LMAO i'm a little all over the place with it. like a lot of the time i have a hard time deciding and i'm trying to create a classification system in my head akfjofijwe tho it probably shouldn't be that deep my brain just loves to cling to systematization and gets frustrated when it can't properly execute it lmfao. but anyways i shall try my best collect my thoughts and describe how i perceive my tendencies!!

i'll put it below the cut bc i always ramble lolol

there are definitely some ships where it was more of a slow progression and i had to eventually be like "yeah okay this is what it is" because it was getting to the point where they weren't going to leave. i could easily envision more in-depth scenarios between them and myself and/or lore that just seemed to naturally spring up and i just kept thinking about them all the time.

i'd say megumi is a good example of the slow-burn. he honestly wasn't the kind of character that heavily struck me when i first watched the anime and started reading the manga; in fact, i recall being like "oh great, another little hateful emo boy" LOL (historically they're not usually the type i'm drawn to). but i got to know his character better over time and realized that like. damn. i have rather intense feelings about this guy adjewoijfwof

toji and jean were a bit more on the "slower" side of development as well i suppose. and not "slow" in the sense it took several months or years or anything (i've only been self-shipping for about a year) but it was something i had to ease into a bit more i guess.

i actually hated toji at first but then the daddy issues kicked into overdrive and i eventually started catching feelings LMFAO and jean was my first self-ship ever. he's the first one where i felt comfortable enough to imagine myself with someone like that <3 i hadn't really truly done anything like that in years, but i loved his character so much that i was starting to actually insert myself in reader stuff rather than completely detaching like i used to. i could see myself with him.

suga, on the other hand, was the kind that hit me like a freight train. maybe it's because i'm more comfortable with self-shipping now, but it was easier for me to realize it and take it to self-ship level pretty quickly. not only was i obsessed with him from pretty much the first fucking moment, but the subsequent relationship daydreams have been insane LOL i mean i gave it a little bit of time because i hate the idea of being overly impulsive and irrational due to infatuation but uh. i fucking love him lmao

katsuki is..... *sigh* idk. he also kind of hit me like a freight train, at least with the daydream scenarios and whatnot, and i was hoping and praying it was just a phase (still kind of am) but i guess i've sort of accepted that it's not. or it's at least a longer-lasting phase than most lol idk. but i can't stop thinking about him and i'd rather just go ahead and call it a self-ship instead of continuing to try and wait it out or deny it. the brainrot is bad

ANYWAYS sorry for being unable to shut the fuck up as per usual lmfao but yeah!!! i tried to give some examples of how this shit works in my mind. right now i guess i'm sort of organizing things by how regularly/consistently i think about a character over time and with what degree of ease i imagine myself with them in several scenarios, but this is by no means the sort of parameters i think everyone should use when it comes to this. people should do whatever the fuck they want i just take shit too seriously sometimes and wish i could be more chill actually instead of trying to create a classification system for everything in my brain 😃 but here we are

[or0ch1maru]

True or false? You:

Can't handle spicy food

Can play a musical instrument

are a picky Eater!

Would leave Obito in a heartbeat if daddy toji were in the same room as y'all (sorry obito🙏)

HAve been to more than 5 concerts

Your favorite movie serial killer is either Jason Voorhees or Ghostface

Are secretly strong and can win in an arm wrestling competition!

Sorry if these are super random!!

Hiii lovie

•false, I love spice to a certain degree. But I’ve been hesitant on trying more than what I can handle now only because KFC fucked me up after having their Nashville spice😭

•true and false. Back in high school I was forced to place the flute so if you asked me about ten years ago, yes. But now? Pffft please. 🤣

•fucking hell that’s tough but false. Obi is my forever love(Toji I’m sorry, forgive me big dick Toji, I love you)

•false! I’ve only been to two

•TRUE! I’m not into ghost face like a lot of others are but JASON FUCK YES. I have a tattoo of his mask & Kruger’s glove on my thigh😁

•false!! I have work strength, being able to lift heavy furniture and maneuvering shit but when it comes to doing things like that. I will fail. I’ve been going to the gym over the past two months to get stronger so maybe in time

These are so much fun<3333

[so-many-sainz]

hiii would you be doing a part 2 of this one? 🥺

we love you, max. — Max Verstappen

social media au

max verstappen x divorced!yn

this is part II of new daddy alert

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A YEAR LATER...

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dailypaddock Max and his girlfriend YN arraving at the paddock today for the French GP. It's been a year since the rumours of their romance started.

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redbullinfo better focus on the championship @maxvertappen1

_norstappen low profile king and queen 🥹🥹

ohmaxiee SOPHIE IS YN AND MAX #1 FAN

clchamp the clownstappen clan desperate to suck her fame 🤡

username234 where's her daughter? smh

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yninstagram honeymoon race weekend 💗💑🌙

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ynssister no diaper changing weekend 😎🍾

maxverstappen ❤️

danielricciardo love you, next time bring belly 🙄🧡

isahernaez 💗

victoriaverstappen, sophiekumpen, yninstagram added to their story

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maxverstappen1 Family time is always the best. 🧡🥳🐝

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yninstagram that cake looked so good, wish i had some 🙄

maxverstappen1 sorry, we claimed it first

maxstappen uncle max 🥹🥹

heidiberger_ belly's change of outfit 😂

yninstagram not funny! the white dress is full of paint 😭

victoriaverstappen 😍😍😍

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yninstagram we love sundays, p1 for our champ 🧡❤️🦬

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victoriaverstappen my babiesss 😍💗

isahernaez see you soon love!!

maxverstappen my lucky charm🥇🍀

landonorris call me when you need a nanny!!!

carlossainz55 belly will have to babysit you 😉😉

FIVE MONTHS LATER...

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maxielsupremacy Some fans met YN outside her office in Monaco, after a couple of minutes talking Isabella and Max showed up in his Aston Martin to pick her up. (Source: @alwaysmv33)

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alwaysmv33 Isabella is the cutest and Max is the ultimate girl dad, he is super gentle and calls her bee 🥹

fancypierre THE PET NAME IS TOO MUCH PLEASE STOP 😩😭

yninstagram thank you guys for the pics!! 💗

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maxverstappen1 After giving it some thought, i want to set some things straight; I am well aware that Isabella is not my biological daughter and I don't need all of you to remind me that she already has a father. However, this past year i had the honor of watching Isabella grow up to be the most loving little girl in the world, and i am so proud to be in her life. Blood-related or not.

So please stop commenting about my life and relationship like you know anything, because you don't.

Thank you.

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schecoperez Well said man👏🏻 she's such a blessing

yninstagram you don't have an idea of how much your little bee loves you 💗 you're the best

victoriaverstappen you're the best daddy ever and blood has nothing to do with it

landonorris i see she's a number four type of girl 🧡🧡🧡🐝

maxverstappen and you will never shut up about it

danielricciardo congrats mate, she's a legend

sophiekumpen so proud ❤️

danielricciardo look at her, she´s so cool 😎

[astars-things]

Hiii! Can you write something for Dad!Keato? Like maybe the reader is away for a couple days and their kid is upset and wants her, so Keato is trying his best to comfort the toddler and assure them that she’ll be home soon? Thanks!!

Pairing Dad!keaton Pehrson x Mom!reader

You've been planning this girls' trip for months, and you couldn't wait to escape for a few days of fun and relaxation with your friends. However, as the day of departure approaches, you're filled with mixed emotions.

Leaving your boyfriend Keato and your two-year-old daughter Oakley behind isn't easy. As you pack your bags, Oakley clings to your leg, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You hug her tightly and reassure her that you'll be back soon.

Keato stands by, a reassuring presence as always. He's promised to take care of Oakley and make sure everything runs smoothly while you're gone.

The first few hours of the trip are filled with excitement and laughter as you catch up with your friends. However, as the night wears on, you can't shake the feeling that you're missing out on something back home.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Keato said, picking up their daughter and holding her close. "Mommy will be back soon, and in the meantime, we'll have lots of fun together."

Oakley continued to cry, clinging to Keato as if she was afraid he would leave too. Keato held her gently, rubbing her back and whispering soothing words in her ear.

"Don't worry. Everything's going to be alright. Daddy's here with you, and we'll have our own special weekend together."

Keato tried his best to distract Oakley with games and toys, but nothing seemed to work. She continued to cry for you, and Keato couldn't help but feel helpless.

As the day went on, Keato tried different things to make Oakley feel better. He took her to the park, where they ran around and played on the swings. He even tried cooking her favorite meal for dinner, but nothing seemed to help.

soon both Oakley and keato were snuggled in bed watching disney + "i miss mama" Oakley whimpered "i know baby me too" and soon sleep fell upon both of them

[riesread]

Hey could do reiss nelson like at a family dinner ( not the first meeting) and make it fluff and long ( sorry English is not my first language)

LOVE YOU REISS — Reiss Nelson

summary: which y/n visit and spend time with reiss family

warning: english is not my first language

note: if you want part 2 just rep, or dm me 🫶🏻

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y/username Hate to leave my baby at home alone but i miss my future husband so much, i can’t help it anymore. I have no choice :(( *I promise will bring daddy home to you, bb*

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reissnelson_ So you leave your dog alone in you house in one month?

y/username Nope, i ask my mom to take care of her for 1 month while i was away to visit Reiss family in London

reissnelson ✓ Ooh ‘FuTuRe HuuusBaNd’ i love that

y/username Yea yea i love that too

mynameisreiss @reissnelson Hiii

reissnelson ✓

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reissnelson On my way to pick y/n up at the airport, i cannot wait anymore longer cause i miss her so bad!

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y/username Miss me or … huh

reissnelson ✓ 🫣🫣

reissnelson ✓

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reissnelson She’s finally here, she had no ideas how much i miss her 🥹

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y/username Well… she can read you like a book, baby you should know that

reissnelson ✓ Aww

gwenangeliaadams I though every footballer their ideal ✌🏼 type of girls to date is like a super model, influencer, youtuber or smth… just don’t under stand why Reiss dated this normal girl, i don’t even see her pretty or sexy.. or someone like me, hot, pretty, and talent (NO HATE JUST CURIOUS)

idontdate Ooh i guess someone is jealous here huh, honey let me tell you something really ✨IMPORTANT✨ first of all, y/n is Reiss highschool crush and secondly Reiss once said he’s in love with y/n since the day they met and the last thing is YOU NEVER GONNA BE LIKE Y/N SO STOP TRY TO COPY ALL OF HER FEED AND STOOOOOOOOP TAGS REISS ON YOUR POST. ok bye bitch 🫶🏻

y/username @idontdate 🫶

idontdate No worries, just leave every hate comment here and im gonna deal with it 🫶🫶

y/username @idontdate haha

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y/username Chop chop chop

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perrieedwards ✓ Chop chop, are you at London now?

y/username Yeeeeeeep, wanna hang out.. some tequila shot

perrieedwards ✓ Just wanted to invite you and Reiss of course, to come over for my son Axel birthday!!

y/username Ooh that’s nice, when?

perrieedwards ✓ I’ll send you detail through dm

hailuiwpp Is this the first time y/n meet Reiss family?

reissfanclub No, it’s actually the 6th time and and Reiss's fan are suspecting that they are secretly engaged

masonmillery I can’t wait til they announce it!!!

gigidevon Urgg me too, also cannot wait to see their future baby Nelson

reissnelson ✓

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reissnelson I love football BUT i love y/n more, 🥹 miss her the entire time

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sanchooo10 ✓ 😑 Eww disgusting 🤮

reissnelson ✓ 😂

y/username What are you thinking? Daydreaming?

reissnelson ✓ Y/n you know i’m thinkin, about you babe

y/username Aww reissie, that’s cute but i’m having a great time with your mama 🫶

henrydecapgg Youre so handsome ✋

katherinesterleeys y/n is the luckiest girl in this world

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y/username During the 2 years that I have been dating Reiss, I truly feel blessed to not only have Reiss love me with all his heart, but also the whole Nelson family who are always ready to welcome me.

By the way, since the day a fan drop something about the engagement thing, i’ll answer a few questions in the comments below! just to Dispel false rumors about us 🫶

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tetedeal Is it true that you and Reiss are engaged? or eloped?

y/username Both are not true, we are still in a relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend, and currently have not thought of getting married…

y/n.andreiss Does Reiss ever cheat on you?

y/username From the beginningof our relationship, i made it very clear that CHEAT ARE NOT ALLOWED, if he cheat then the price to pay for that action is *I’ll cut your d.i.c.k off* that’s it 😂😂 Just kidding,he never do that the cheating thing

y/n.andreiss How do you know that? what if he did

jadefred What name will you name you and @reissnelson future kid?

y/username My number 1 name will always be Eléa

reissnelson ✓ I’d love to name my son Reiss Jr hehe

y/username Baby 🥹