#they read him bedtime stories and take him out for ice cream after his little league games

[cartoonybus]

i really like dakavendish fanart where cavenpuss is treated as their son

[amsznn]

please do one with dad Chris bro😭🙏 begging I need to know what Chris is like as a dad

BED TIME WITH - c. sturniolo

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new born

ideally, no one in their right mind would willingly wake up at 3 AM. except for when your baby is hysterically crying. still half asleep, you shook your husband awake to go check on your baby girl.

chris groaned as he slowly awakened. “what’s wrong?” he groggily asked while sitting up in the bed.

“your daughter.” you simply replied before pulling the covers over your head, leaving the rest to your husband who was already out of the bed and on his way to your newborn’s room.

as chris made his way inside, the wails of the baby only got louder, searching for comfort. chris reached down into the crib and un-swaddled the baby in her blanket.

“there’s my girl.” chris whispered as he brought the baby to his chest. lightly bouncing on one foot to the other, creating a rhythm to soothe her back to sleep.

slowly, the baby was lulled back to sleep in her father’s chest, clinging onto him for the rest of the night.

-

toddler

chris doesn’t know how things got to this point. first he was feeding your daughter dinner, then read her a few stories to calm her down for the inevitable bed time.

bed time.

once chris uttered those words, your daughter sprung up from her little bed and began running around the house, causing her father to chase after her.

you weren’t home at the moment since chris urged you to take a night off and have a girls night with your friends. assuring you that he had everything under control and you deserved a day off.

everything had gone smoothly up until this point. he had taken your daughter to the park, gotten her some ice cream, went to go visit his brothers for a bit too. but once he got home with your daughter all hell broke loose.

your daughter refused to go to bed, especially when you weren’t here to read her favorite bedtime story. she claimed only you could read it.

“i want mommy to read to me!” your daughter said as she stood at the opposite side of the couch. threatening to run again if chris moved from his side.

“i know baby but mommy isn’t here right now.” chris tried to come to an agreement with the girl but the only thing he could do was chase her around until she inevitably got tired.

soon enough your daughter ran back to her dad, pleading to be picked up stating “im ready to sleep now.” while rubbing her eyes.

chris doesn’t know what happened next but he woke up to the flash of your camera going off with you giggling.

thats when he realized he had fallen asleep on the couch with his baby girl.

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a/n: hope you enjoyed this! (writing this as im about to go to bed lol)

[luvhughes43]

ice cream? | dad!quinn hughes

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request: can you write another one like your uncle jack story? i loveddd it!! maybe jack and luke are babysitting quinn’s daughter. i feel like they’d mac and cheese for dinner and both completely struggle doing it. and when it’s bedtime the toddler has a tantrum and they so gentle with her (but also kinda freaking out and don’t know what to do) and end up giving her ice cream and letting her watch a movie with them and she falls asleep on one of them. and quinn and mom come home like really guys?! you let a three year old tell you what to do 

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“What are you doing? you don't put the tinfoil bit in the microwave?!” Jack scolded his younger brother Luke as he yanked open the microwave before it set itself on fire. 

Luke stood dumbfounded, “how else are you supposed to cook it?”

the “it” in question being a mini cup of mac and cheese. Quinn thought it would be the safest dinner option and yet…

“Okay, let me do this you go entertain the baby” Jack shoos Luke away and towards an adorable toddler who smiled gummily up at her uncles. 

Luke scoops the little girl up, who giggles all the way to the couch. Luke plops them both down and reaches for the tv remote. 

“Shit!” Jack swears as he rips the microwave open. “Luke! You put in too much water!” 

Luke clicks the volume up on the tv. “You like paw patrol! Yeah, let's watch paw patrol!” Luke cheers to his niece who continues to giggle at her uncle's antics. 

“Doggy!” the little girl shouts as she points at the screen. Luke nods enthusiastically as he tunes out Jack's grumblings from the kitchen. 

15 minutes later, dinner was served.

Luke picked at his plate, “dude…”

“if you say that this is gross i swear…” Jack cut in. 

Before a small fight could break out, both brothers' attention were brought to the little girl in the high chair. “Yummy!” she smiled, lifting up her little plastic spoon and shovelling more of the questionable mac and cheese into her mouth. 

“ha! She likes it!”

“Jack… she's 2.. She was eating canned mashed peas like a month ago,” Luke replies.

Jack scowls. “It's literally your fault that the mac and cheese-”

“Play now!” their niece once again recaptures their attention as she shows them her empty plate. 

Jack gets up from the table and takes his niece out of her high chair.

After an hour of playing, the brothers get a text. 

hughes bros👨‍👨‍👦

quinn: Put my baby to bed now it's getting late. If she gets a little fussy read her another bedtime story she usually falls asleep after two stories. 

“your daddy says it's bedtime!” Jack coos to the little girl sitting in front of him and she immediately starts pouting. 

She throws the bright red block she's holding and yells, “no!”

“Luke, you wanna put her to bed?” Jack asks as he watches the toddler throw a small tantrum. She was rolling around on the floor now, toys long forgotten. 

“No sleep! No sleep!” she repeated, looking up at her uncles with her infamous puppy dog eyes. 

Luke walks over and picks her up off the floor. “Why don't we go read a story! That's so much fun!” Luke exclaims happily and the little girl in his arms continues to frown. 

“yeah let's read a story!” Jack cheers in an attempt to get the young girl to stop pouting. “I love stories!” 

“No!” she shouts again. 

Luke ignores her shouts, and carries her into her bedroom where she continues to pout. “Uncle Jacks going to pick out a really fun book while I get you ready for bed, okay?” 

“No!” 

After 20 minutes of fighting with the young girl, she was finally all ready for bed. As soon as she was in her crib, she immediately settled down and was happy to hear her story. She insisted on both of her uncles reading to her, and by the time they were done the first story she had already drifted off to sleep.

Jack and Luke sat in the living room, both on their phones as they waited for their brother and his wife to return.

“Wow this has been really easy!” Luke joked.

Jack looked over, rolling his eyes. “You almost burnt down the apartment” 

“Yeah but the baby's asleep now so does it really matter?” 

Jack shakes his head, “i’m not even going to reply to that”

“‘ACK! ‘UKE!” the wails of their niece ring out through the quiet apartment.

Both boys look at each other, and then immediately rush into their niece's bedroom. “What's up?” Jack coos, voice soft as he approaches the little girl with tears streaming down her face.

The little girl continues to cry. She stands up by the edge of the crib and holds her arms out to her uncles. Luke takes the hint and lifts the girl out of her crib and into his arms. 

“No sleep” she whispers against her uncle Luke's chest and both boys stare blankly at each other.

“But you have to go to sleep,” Luke tries, but the girl shakes her head. 

“No!” she cries. 

The cries only get worse, so Jack has the brilliant idea of feeding the girl some ice cream.

“Two year olds can have ice cream right?” he asks as he pulls the large tub out of his older brother's freezer. 

Luke nods, “yeah i'm sure vanilias safe for kids”  he shrugs the shoulder that his niece is not laying against. 

“You want some ice cream?” Jack asks as he holds a baby spoon up with a tiny bit of ice cream. The girl eagerly nods and reaches one hand out for the spoon.

The boys move to the couch, the little girl sat between them with her little bowl of ice cream in her lap. A movie softly plays in the background, lulling the girl to sleep with her hand in her ice cream bowl and head pressed against her uncle jack. 

At the sound of the front door unlocking, both boys sit upright. “Shit! Don't wake her up!” Luke whisper-shouts as he stands up and starts clearing off the coffee table. There was ice cream everywhere, courtesy of the sleeping 2 year old clinging to Jack's side. 

“Take her bowl!” Jack whispers as he tries to lift the baby's hand out of the sticky bowl. 

“You gave my daughter ice cream before bed?” Quinn questions, surveying the messy kitchen and living room. 

Luke, hands full of the incriminating ice cream bowls, shrugs. “She’s teething?” he says, but it comes out more of a question.

“My baby's teething? Are her molars coming through?” your worried voice drifts through the apartment as you step inside. 

“No!”

“Yes!” 

Jack and Luke both speak at the same time. 

“Right… okay i’ll take my baby back now!” Quinn speaks. When he reaches down to lift his daughter up though, he sees her ice cream coated hands. Quinn doesn't have to say anything.

“Right well! This was really nice so…"Jack trails off when Quinn finally has his daughter in his arms. She was asleep, so what did it really matter if she had some ice cream? 

“Yeah! I’ll see you next time!” Luke says, retreating into the guest bedroom. 

“Yeah, what he said! It's been great!” Jack mimics Luke.

“You're cleaning this up tomorrow,” Quinn's voice is fully in dad mode as he looks around the messy room. 

Jack nods enthusiastically before bidding the small family his goodnights. 

“Thank you for babysitting!” you whisper yell, which Jack responds with a quick thumbs up. 

A second later the guest bedroom door is clicked shut and Quinn and you are left standing in your quiet living room. 

“They're never babysitting again” Quinn sighs, looking down at his daughter who was covered in ice cream. 

“No, they're not” you sigh, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to your daughter's forehead. “Letting a 2 year old tell them what to do… you got those boys wrapped around your finger!” you whisper to your little girl.

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Random TUA Headcanons, Pt. 1

I was thinking about what sort of uncles (and aunt) the Hargreeves siblings would be. Since we may get to see those dynamics in s4 (the Klaus and Claire pic has got me hyped) it's time to share my silly thoughts.

This isn't speculation; I don't really do that. These are merely random ideas of mine (and all very soft because I can't be an angst writer all the time). Enjoy! ^.^

Below the break.

LUTHER

Helps teach them how to drive, and really enjoys it, too.

Has karaoke sessions in the car with his nieces when he drives them around. He tries to sing all the parts and makes them laugh.

Takes them to planetariums, rocket launches, and shows them how to work a telescope; he'll map the night skies with them for hours.

Was always the favorite when it came to playing hide-n-seek or tag; he invented a game called "crazy monk" where he makes scary faces and chases them around the house.

Could carry one niece on each shoulder easily; they loved it.

DIEGO

Is there for them after their first break-up. He takes them to a rage room and they have a grand time smashing things to bits.

Teaches them self-defense, as well as how to properly throw a knife. He may have gifted them their first knife a little too early, though.

Attends all of their sports games and track meets, and is there to scream and cheer from the sidelines (or shout at the ref if needed).

Learned how to style hair so he could give his daughter and niece all sorts of fun and dramatic hairdos; on speed dial for "crazy hair day" at school.

ALLISON

The one who takes them out for their first drink when they turn 21.

Likes to buy a lot of little presents for them, although they'll occasionally get jump-scared by something huge, like a new car.

Loves to go on trips with them; was definitely their travel companion for their senior graduation trip.

Helped them get ready before prom and took way too many pictures, all of which she cherishes greatly.

Would absolutely be the one to give "the Talk", because all of her brothers were too awkward to do it for their own children. Is excellent at giving a quick and concise sex ed course.

KLAUS

Would love to take his nieces to get their nails done (he'd get his done, too).

Loves to go get ice cream, boba, and other little treats with his nieces.

Is definitely the one bringing home puppies, kittens, hamsters, etc. as birthday presents.

If any of his nieces/nephews were to come out as queer, he'd be wildly supportive. He'd go with them to get their hair cut and buy new clothes if they were trans, or support them at Pride, or just overall be the coolest uncle ever.

FIVE

Acts like he could care less, but remembers all of the tiny, insignificant details such as their favorite color or favorite flavor of ice cream.

Will pick them up from anywhere, no lectures, no questions asked. Also won't tell their parents if they don't want him to.

Became very distressed the first time one of his nieces was bullied; his siblings had to remind him that he was not allowed to murder a kindergartner.

Unironically refers to them as his siblings' "spawn" and "offspring".

Asks his nieces for help when it comes to using his phone.

Would take his nieces to Starbucks or Dutch Bros (is this too niche to my area?), even if he thinks their coffee tastes like shit, because he likes to see them smile when they drink their overly sugary drinks.

(UMBRELLA) BEN

The absolute best at reading bedtime stories. He'd do goofy voices and end up keeping his nieces awake because they'd be too busy giggling.

Helps them study for tests and exams (they always get the best grades when Uncle Ben helps them).

Is an extremely good listener and gives some of the best advice. He never judges them for their mistakes, but always suggests how they might grow and move forward.

Happy to help his nieces on their curiosity voyages; likes to take them to museums and other places of learning.

VIKTOR

Would attend every musical, dance recital, talent show, and performance his nieces were in. He'd be in the back with big bouquets of roses and whistle and cheer at all the right moments.

Likes to take them to do the ordinary, menial things he wished he could do as a kid, such as going to the zoo or an amusement park.

Loves to talk and FaceTime with his nieces; he never misses a single call.

Is happy to pay for any artistic hobbies his nieces want to pursue, such as music lessons or drama camps.

Have any other headcanons about the Hargreeves as aunt and uncles? Lemme know in the replies or the reblogs!

[danikamariewrites]

okay BUTTTT i feel like a very important aspect to being feysand's housewife would also be co-parenting nyx and maybe even getting pregnant with a babe of her own?? feysand would be SO protective and doting of their soft little wifey bringing in their newest night court baby

Housewife part 3

A/n: omg ur so right anon. I think Nyx would love having two moms because that just means another person to love and spoil him

Warnings: poly relationship, pregnancy, and fluff

I think you would come into the relationship when Nyx was 3

They introduced you to Nyx before the inner circle. Even though he didn’t fully understand what was going on he became very attached to you

When you moved in you wanted to spend more time with Nyx

You take him out shopping with you and you always make sure to stop to get him a toy. Feyre and Rhys would give you two a look when you came home and he was holding the new toy. “What? This is the only one he needs to complete his collection.” “Yeah, I need it.” Nyx says with a small giggle at his parents faces

During the days at home you two read together, take naps, play in the garden, or playing g his favorite- hide and seek

Nyx loves to color and paint just like Feyre. You all decided fostering his creativity was important and would let him pursue any activity he wanted

Putting him to bed was always so easy

He loves bedtime stories so one of those and he’s out like a light

When he calls you mom for the first time your heart almost stops and there are tears in your eyes

You two were in the kitchen and you were making Nyx his lunch. He had just turned 4 last week so he asked for some cake with his sandwich and you couldn’t say no to that. Nyx climbed onto a chair and waited patiently for his food. When you set it down in front of him the little boy smiled up at you and said, “Thanks mom.” Before digging in

Of course he had no idea the affect him calling you mom had on you

You crouched down and pulled Nyx into a tight hug. Ruffling his hair you kissed his head. “I love you so much Nyx.” He kissed your cheek, “I love you too mom.”

When you put him down for his nap after lunch you went to Rhys’s office where he and Feyre were talking over some documents. Rhys saw you first and was confused by your tears and smile. “Y/n, is everything ok?” You nod enthusiastically. “Everything’s perfect. Nyx called me mom.” They both started crying as well and embraced you

Feyre is mommy and you’re mom, Nyx made that decision on his own

You absolutely cannot discipline this kid to save your life. Neither can Feyre so you two leave it to Rhys (he’s not very good at it either he folds pretty quick)

Special days with the three of you include going for ice cream, swims in the Sidra, and every month you take Nyx to this cute tea cafe where you eat fancy foods and have tea served in fancy cups

When he starts school the 3 of you don’t know how to handle it. You all cry on his first day not wanting him to go because it means he’s growing up and won’t need you guys one day. But that’s way far ahead

Nyx was happy to go to school, he loves making new friends and playing with the other kids

You all take turns dropping him off at school or sometimes you and Feyre drop him off together and get breakfast in the city

You always pick Nyx up and get an after school treat together where he tells you all about what he did in school

There were times when Nyx was sad and you guys never knew who he’d want to comfort him

One day when you picked Nyx up from school he had an angry scowl on his face and he was silent the whole way home. Feyre and Rhys were there to greet you at the door but he just ran up to his room and slammed the door

“What’s wrong?” Feyre asked worriedly. “I don’t know. He was quiet the whole way home. I asked but…nothing.” You started biting your lip as your mind raced. Was he being bullied? Did his teacher yell at him? Rhys heard you and Feyre having similar thoughts. He rested a hand on each of your shoulders, “I’ll go talk to him.”

Rhys got no where with Nyx. You guys accepted defeat and called in backup. Cassian and Azriel. They called themselves the A-team while referring to you 3 as the B-team (not true they are just very cocky)

After an hour of talking with Nyx they all came downstairs. Nyx climbed on the couch shoving himself between Rhys and Feyre. Cassian crouched down in front of him, “It’s ok Nyx, tell them what you told us.” He gave the little boy a reassuring smile. When you looked at Azriel you got a different vibe. The shadowsinger looked like he was about the kill someone. “Titus made fun of my family picture I drew. He got yelled at but I’m still mad.”

You swear you heard all 3 of your hearts break at once. That night you talked to Nyx about how all families are different and not everyone is going to understand that. He seemed better after that and said he would ignore Titus from now on

When you get pregnant you, Feyre, and Rhys were so excited to grow your family

The first person you guys told was Nyx

You were a little nervous telling him. How would he react? Would he hate you now? Would he be upset because all the attention would be on the new babe? You didn’t want your little guy to feel unloved or anything

You cried yourself to sleep over this in Rhys and Feyre’s arms the night before you told him

The next day you took him out for a special family day for ice cream and a new toy

When you got home your palms were sweating from nerves

Rhys ushered you all into the living room telling Nyx that you had big new to share with him. Rhys sat him in one of the Illyrian armchairs

“Nyx, we have something very important to tell you.” Rhys started. “Yes and we want you to know that we love you and this is going to be a big change, but a good one.” Feyre adds. You were supposed to bring it home and deliver the news. “You’re going to be a big brother honey. I’m pregnant, isn’t that exciting.”

Nyx just blinked at you a few times the smiled. “Will I have a brother or sister? Will they have wings too? Oh, when will they be here?” He was bouncing up and down with excitement in the big armchair

As your pregnancy went on and your belly got bigger Nyx loved saying hi to his sibling

He also loved to pat your belly and ask if you needed anything, he was just adorable

You guys pull nap on the couch together and he would read his books out loud so his little sibling would know his favorite books

[letsgetrowdy43]

Soft dad!Quinn thoughts ☆—

Au Masterlist!!

Quinn reads his kid's bedtime stories every night, even on roadies! if he's at home he'll press a kiss on Honey's head and wrangle his kids into Warren's room, each kid gets to pick out their favourite book (as they get older the books become novels and he reads a chapter each night). He spends at least half an hour in bed with them, doing the fun voices as he lulls his kids to sleep, Honey comes in after and tucks them in, most nights Quinn has to carry Hayden back to her bed after she falls asleep, but sometimes she and Warren are snuggled up to one another and he can't find it in himself to separate them.

It's nearing the end of Hayden's kindergarten year there is a daddy-daughter dance for all the girls in her grade. Most of the dads wore dress shirts and khakis, not Quinn though, he goes all out. Quinn whips out Hayd’s favourite game day suit of his, a plum-coloured set with a pinstripe design, to match her cream-coloured dress and purple accessories. She feels like the prettiest girl alive as Honey puts her hair in heated curlers and does her makeup, loving for the photo shoot they do before Quinn snatches her up and chauffeurs her all the way to the school. The dance is definitely one of her core memories. You’d expect Quinn to be shy and reserved, a little embarrassed to be so outwardly having fun, but his baby girl deserves the best, so he dances the night away. Slow dances, silly dances, Quinn is literally making a fool of himself, but the smile hasn’t left his daughter's lips once so he is having the best night ever.

Teaching Warren to skate was a struggle, at this point, he was a stage one clinger, and Honey happened to be his target for snuggling. Honey was also just about to have their second baby so she was extremely emotional about everything and anything. Quinn finally got him on the ice, Warren was doing pretty good, listening to his fathers his instructions as Quinn helped him glide across the ice, and then he fell. Warren tripped as he looked up at his mother for a photo and he landed right on his back, screaming crying as Quinn whisked him up into his arms. A short "you’re okay" left his mouth, as he looked up to see Honey in full-blown tears at her son's cries, “he’s okay,” he soothed as he skated over to his emotional wife who opened her arms for her son. “It was his first fall, it happens,” he goes to kiss her head to help with the tears but she pulls away, “you and that death sport just injured my baby,” she said lifting Warren up to place kisses all over his face, “evil daddy,” she shoots daggers at her husband as Quinn put his hands up in surrender.

Brock and Elias are like baby magnets, the littlest Hughes loves them. Any Canucks event they attend the two babies ditch their own parents and hang out with their uncles for the entirety of the event. Most media will walk up to the two men and want to talk about their babies or ask them to take photos for the media platforms and both have to be like “Ummm these are the spawns of the Hughes’.” It became a run of joke in the locker room, guys on the team started to refer to the men as Mama Brock and Daddy Elias for a portion of the year, and even the media team got in on the joke and posted some photos over the year of the guys with the babies.

[cringerabbit]

Moodboards of my f/os as caregivers!

Headcanons:

Movie William as a CG:

Takes me to to Freddy's for pizza and cake.

After it has to close, has a special room set up for me.

Keeps my favorite snacks.

Takes me to arcades.

Watches his mechnical work.

Goes nonverbal also as a caregiver, uses flashcards and such with each other.

Secretly enjoys baking, so we bake together.

THE CUDDLER!!!!

TFC William as a CG:

Kinda similar to Movie verse.

Tries to help figure out whats going on with me medically.

Is very gentle when it comes to doctor care.

Cannot do much due to pain + Disabilities, but does the best he can by providing a comfortable set up, buying things for comfort.

Has a set up in his bedroom so we can stay near each other and watch over each other.

Likes it when i play doctor for him.

Can do simple things, like play with my hair.

Pumpkin Rabbit as a CG:

FINALLY a baby. Him and his wife always wanted a Baby.

Teaches Older me how to hunt, but as regressed he mainly carries me while on his hunt, especially since I'm quiet.

Buys me little treats when Sha / Rachel / Mama doesn't feel like cooking.

Takes me pumpkin picking and carving.

Reads bedtime stories.

Witch Sha / Rachel as a CG:

Quite emotional about having a little one finally.

Loves when i help her with baking. Lets me lick the frosting.

When Pumpkin Rabbit goes on hunts, she wraps me in a blanket and we watch movies in the couch.

Sings lullabies when its bed time, both tuck me in.

the Cuddler 2

Bandit and Chili as CGs:

This is more based on a regressor oc rather than an adult being a regressor ! ( so a kid ) /gen

I'll write Bluey and Bingo as siblings one day <3

Bandit Claims to be the "cool parent" ( Chili is just as cool )

Bandit does lean more on the sweets and junk food, while Chili leans on healthy foods, but they both make sure i get enough.

Turns the spare room into my room. Bandit buys decor and Chili helps decorate it. ( extra blankies, stuffies etc ).

Chili teaches me new crafts and such! Helps me with my crochet and kandi.

them and the girls love playing games! So we have board game nights.

Chili helps me make it fun to help clean up on days i have spoons to clean, and on days i have no spoons but feel like helping, she gives me minor activies to do ( aka pretend cleaning ).

Silco as a CG:

sneaks us somewhere to play in cleaner waters.

Mini parties with Jinx

Always sneaking me objects or snacks like its SOME big secret but its really just to get me to laugh or feel apart of the mission

when shit is serious he often tucks me away in my room if i cannot join him or Jinx.

Jinx sometimes gets to stay with me and we make up games.

We enjoy calmer games when its just me and Silco. I spy, or just naming things with a start of a letter.

Endless Art supply for me ( and Jinx because we both love art when regressed ).

Princess Celestia as a CG:

Plays Royalty with me. Sometimes lets me use her crown.

Loves taking me for a stroll in the early mornings.

Knows her beautiful sun can be too hot at times, so she brings me mini fans or buys ice cream sometimes.

Often takes me with her on her trips unless its too busy or dangerous.

Loves to make me teas or coffee she knows i enjoy.

Sometimes we go to a beach together! We find sea shells :)

btw i always see my fictional caregivers as flips unless i say otherwise!

Unless we're moots please don't tag William as f/o ! Okay to tag the rest as f/o or caregiver or take inspiration. Okay to use moodboards as long as you don't claim you edited them together! /lh

[butmakeitgayblog]

Yes I’m born ready for THAT convo about the real MVP of moms 💪💪💪 Anything for MBFW 🫠

Babe she is the fuckin shit as a mom. Okay? Cuz for for the majority of her teen years she never really thought she'd want to ever have kids considering how she grew up, but then she met Clarke and the entire Griffin broad basically adopted her and it was like "👀 wait a min... this family thing's kinda the tits..." But even after that, she really had no intention of actually giving birth. It wasn't that she was against it per se, it was just... when they'd abstractly talked about having kids sometime in the distant future, it was always with the unspoken understanding that Clarke would carry them. It was just such a given that neither even really discussed it, even after they got married and settled in and decided to actually start trying.

And then Clarke had two miscarriages.

And was told it probably just wasn't going to be a reality for them.

And as soon as that was made clear by the doctor, Lexa held up her hand and was like "haha no, we're having these kids 🙋‍♀️Griffin baby uterus right here ready to go, hi 🙋‍♀️"

Cuz honestly, what could be better? She not only gets to be a part of this familiy that took her in and cared for her even when sometimes she maybe didn't always deserve it, but she also gets to bring another little one into the world?! She gets to have her own little Griffins??? Every family reunion and holiday gathering she gets to have her own little pack of the chaotic broad running around? Hearing the, uh, more senile members grumbling "which ones are those again?" and somebody saying, "That's your great grand-niece, Marvin. You remember. Clarke and Lexa's kids."

Insanity.

Amazing.

10/10 experience.

And the best part?

She got to give that to Clarke. She got to make Clarke a mother too. For all of her fuck ups in life, she get to give Clarke the thing they'd been dreaming about since they were 19.

And she was not going to take it for granted. So Lexa absolutely becomes the kind of mom who works to find the right balance. Schedules chore charts and play dates and the quintessential soccer mom SUV, saying ok to ice cream before bed but only if they eat three bites of broccoli. She reads bedtime stories with funny voices after Clarke handles bathtime and makes a big deal over all their finger painting (and is much better at remembering to empty the trashcan when they throw them away in 2 weeks before their little artists can see 😬). She shush's Clarke's yelling whenever she's embarrassing their daughter from the stands when Madi eventually starts little league. She's the first one to learn sign language after Aden comes along and is intensely serious about raising him with all the tools he needs to be exactly who he is.

She still keeps her career going as a writer, but after... well, everything. And how badly she once fucked all this up with Clarke, she always tries and takes the steps to keep work and home life balanced. She wants to raise their kids knowing that their mother's are not only wives and partners in every aspect of life, but are also the epitome of best friends.

She's not perfect by any means. She loses her patience and gets worn out and sometimes makes the wrong call when it comes to their kids. But she tries, and never stops trying, and she always comes back and apologizes right to their little faces whenever she realizes she's messed up. Because she'll never want their kids to feel the same kind of sadness and fear of being a disappointment like she felt when she was growing up. She'll never want them to ever wonder if they matter less to her than her own happiness, like she'd struggled with when thinking about her own mother when she was a kid.

So yeah, she may never have envisioned her life the way it turns out. But, like Clarke reminds her every time she's feeling insecure or like she's not doing Enough, Lexa really was born to be a mom

[starlightandsouls]

Hi, I had this idea and maybe you could write something around it… if you don't want to, that's fine!

Azriel and reader are in a relationship, reader already has a daughter who adores Az, maybe one night the little girl ask him to read her a bedtime story and she says something like "I love you daddy, goodnight" and that was the first time she said those to him and he goes tell reader

I love your writing!

My Angel

Azriel POV...

He should have known better than to be roped into one of Morrigan's plans, but his family had the annoying habit of dragging him into whatever they were doing. Morrigan and Feyre had the idea that things were getting a bit too ‘boring’ so had consequently decided to throw a party at the River House. And that was all good enough. The problem was that they had recruited him to run all their errands.

So now, albeit unwillingly, he found himself with a list in hand, standing in the Rainbow centre, frowning at everything he had to get. Honestly he believed that as the Spymaster of his court, he had much more important things to do. And he had voiced as such to Rhysand, but in the end the High Lord had been unable to deny his mate. Sap.

He had just left a winery after purchasing Cassian and Mor’s long list of demands, face buried in the damn list, when he had stumbled into something. Or someone as it seemed. Grunting, he looked down and found a small girl staring up at him, scowling.

Now Azriel was not good with kids, had never known how to dealt with them. The closest had been his nephew, Nyx. And even with him, Azriel had been terrified at first, too scared that he would do something wrong, would somehow hurt the little boy. For some time, he had downright refused to hold Nyx, consumed by his fear and doubt. It wasn’t until that Rhysand had almost shoved the boy into his arms, slapping him across the head for his ‘stupidity’ as his brother put it, that he had started bonding with the boy more.

Now, however, he was pulled back reality as the girl before him snapped at him,

“Hey! You dropped my ice cream, mister.”

Azriel was taken aback. Usually kids, parents included, shied away from him. They were all too intimidated by him; by his title, his shadows... his scars. So Azriel stopped bothering about them altogether. So for this little girl to be so unabashedly reprimanding him for causing her to drop her ice cream, definitely took him by surprise.

“I’m sorry?” Azriel asked, still not grasping the situation at hand.

“You should really watch where you’re going. That was my favourite flavour and its gone because of you.”

Azriel looked around, trying to locate either of the child’s parents, not wanting to abandon her in the middle of the busy street. Just as he was about to ask her where they were, a woman exited one of the shops and frantically ran over to them. And Azriel’s heart stopped. Before him now was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The golden light of the Summer sun made you glow as you rushed over. And Azriel was once again speechless, this time by your breath-taking beauty.

“Aria! How many times have I told you to stay close to me. You know you’re not allowed to wander off,” you reprimanded, not even noticing him standing there, watching you, enamoured.

“Mama, I was just waiting for you outside. Its so stuffy in there. And I was just having my ice cream when this man pushed me!”

The blatantly untrue accusation broke him out of his reverie. Azriel made an incredulous sound and shot back,

“I did not! You were in my way.”

The woman then, finally, turned to take him in. Her eyes wide, obviously realising who he was. She started to apologise when her daughter interrupted her again,

“Well you should keep your eyes open while walking, mister. You have to buy me a new ice cream now.”

“Aria!” you started, horror etched across her face, then turning to him she continued, “I’m so sorry. She’s not usually like this, I don’t know what has gotten into her...”

“Please, no need to apologise. I mean, she’s not wrong. I was a bit preoccupied. I should have noticed her,” Azriel agreed all of a sudden, overcome by a need to appease you, wanting to ease the frown marring her beautiful face. Woah. Where did that come from? You had a daughter, so you must have a husband. Therefore he shouldn’t be finding you anything... let alone beautiful.

‘She’s alone, master.’

His shadows, ever the busy bodies, whispered to him. Well that certainly wasn’t any excuse. If she was alone right now, that didn’t mean she didn’t have someone waiting for her somewhere. Although, looking down he notices the stark absence of a ring on her left hand. Strange...

“Exactly. You were in the wrong. So now you have to buy me a new ice cream,” Aria stated, matter of fairly. Azriel laughed at her dedication to her ice cream before asking,

“Well I have to run right now. I was running some errands for my family. Can I get a rain check?”

“Mama what’s a rain check? It’s not going to rain today, the weather so hot, I’m boiling,” Aria inquired, her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of the word.

“A rain check is when you postpone something and ask for a later date,” you explained.

“Oh. Then when will you buy me ice cream then, mister?” Aria rambled on, unfazed completely.

Both of you laughed at her dedication to her ice cream. Turning to each other you both exchanged names. After some back and forth, the two of you decided to meet at an ice cream parlour that had just opened in town. Azriel had heard nothing but praises of the place from Nesta and the Valkyries who frequented the place often in their book buying sprees.

Several years later, Azriel would remember to thank Morrigan for sending him out that day. As Azriel flew back home, smiling to himself at the ice cream date he now somehow had with the two of you, he was oblivious to the fact that he had just met the love of his life.

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The ice cream date had been just the beginning of the beautiful journey the three of them would embark on together. The very first thing Azriel had learned about you was that you and Aria were all by yourselves. Aria’s dad, the fucking prick, had taken off just as you had gotten pregnant and had never looked back. The fact shouldn’t have made him as glad as it did. Yes, Azriel was enraged on your behalf and had half the mind of asking you his name just so he could hunt the bastard down. But he was happy because it meant you weren’t off limits. It meant he could maybe, just maybe, convince you to give him a chance.

Although as time passed, Azriel realised it wasn’t you who needed convincing; it was Aria. The eight year old girl was so much more smarter than he had given her credit for. She seemed protective of you in a way. Overtime she put Azriel through so many of, what he later realised, were tests to see if he would stay for the two of them, if he wasn’t just playing around. This continued for some time even after the two of you had officially started dating.

One day, he had been in the middle of going through reports for Rhys, when one his shadows who he always left with the two of you appeared by his side and frantically pulled him up. He had immediately winnowed to your house, knowing his shadow would only leave the two of you if it was an emergency. To say he had been scared would be an understatement. His heart had dropped as he arrived, mind instantly assuming the worst possible scenarios. Was Aria hurt? Were you? What if one of his enemies had gotten to the two of you? If anyone had hurt a single hair on your head, he would-

Storming into the kitchen, Azriel was met by a site of absolute chaos. He was relieved to find the two of you safe and sound. But his relief was short lived, and was replaced by confusion at the state of the usually meticulous kitchen.

Not a single inch of the counter top was empty. Dishes and flour and sugar (was that maple syrup?) were thrown around haphazardly.

You were wiping down the spilled flour when you noticed his presence. Looking up, you exclaimed,

“Oh, Az. When did you get here?”

“Just now. What... what happened here, love?” he inquired, slowly making his way over as he tried to navigate through the mess strewn on the floor.

“Well, I had thought since today was Saturday I could get some more sleep in. But this little miss decided to take it upon herself to make breakfast today,” you answered as you turned to Aria, levelling her with a glare. Azriel was glad he wasn’t on the receiving end. While you were usually the most kind hearted, amicable person he had ever met, he knew you could be firm when you wanted to. Whether that was with Aria whenever she wouldn’t cooperate or some stranger trying to mess with her.

Speaking of Aria, the shadow that had alerted him in the first place, was now playfully slinking around at her feet, like a goddamn pet dog. Ah, the power the two of you had. You, with your endless love and adoration, had reduced Azriel to a love sick puppy within a few months of being together. And little Aria had trained his shadows, the source of his power, the bringer of death and pain for many, to eager puppies. Ah, how love changes a person.

Aria turned to him with a cheeky grin and said,

“I just wanted to do something nice for Mama.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm. I don’t know how it got so messy. That’s why i called you here, Azzy. So you can help her clean up,” Aria answered. Another habit the little girl had was giving him the strangest of nicknames.

“Darling, I don’t think that’s why I left my shadows here. You scared me, you know. I thought something happened,” Azriel admonished. While he was always joking around with her, he felt it was important to teach her some responsibility from time to time.

“Aria!” you remarked as you overheard what your daughter had done.

“What? It’s just so much! And Azzy doesn’t mind. Do you, Azzy?”

“No, no I don’t,” Azriel said as he huffed a laugh. He would do anything for the two of you.

Azriel rolled up his sleeves and started gathering up all the dishes to move to the sink. You were dusting off the spilled flour while Aria observed from the corner. The two of you had forbidden her from entering the kitchen while they cleaned. The little devil would surely have created an even bigger mess.

With all the dishes piled up, Azriel was just about to start washing them when Aria slowly tip toed over to him. With her hands behind her back, an innocent smile on her face, she made it impossible for him to scold her anymore.

“Azzy. I have to tell you something,” Aria whispered. He gestured for her to continue but she shook her head,

“No, no. Come here. Its a secret.”

Azriel sighed and leaned down, knowing the little girl would not relent until she got her way. As Azriel leaned closer so she could say whatever she had to, he was met by her palm smacking across his right cheek. Erupting in giggles, Aria ran away before either of them could say anything.

Standing up, Azriel simply stared at you as your hand flew to your mouth to stop your own laughter. If only his brothers could see him now; standing in a kitchen, doing dishes in a house not his own, cheek covered in a hand print of flour. They would surely think he had been replaced by some clone.

Laughing, you walked over to him. You wiped off the flour covering his face, then wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I’m sorry darling. I hope she didn’t interrupt anything important,” you said as you leaned closer.

“Nonsense. Nothing’s more important to me than you. I’d do anything for my girls,” he replied firmly, hoping you understood how much the two of you meant to him.

“I love you Azriel.”

“I love you too,” Azriel replied, with his own smirk. Before you could have the chance to move away, he had grabbed some flour from a stray bowl and blown it all across your face.

Azriel erupted in laughter, at your expression, at your now completely white face.

“Oh you little shit,” you snapped as you reached over for some flour of your own.

The sight was truly comical; the two of you running around like maniacs, chucking flour at each other. The house filled with sounds of laughter and joy.

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Several months later, Azriel was staying over at your place for the night. Having been gone to the Winter Court for some recon, Azriel had been away from his girls long enough that he had jumped at the offer.

You were already in bed, waiting for him. Knowing you had a long day at work, Azriel had offered to put away the dishes after dinner and put Aria to bed as well. You had refused at first, knowing he had just returned home and surely must be exhausted as well. But Azriel had heard none of it and had sent you off with your favourite novel and a warm cup of tea.

With everything else done, Azriel now lay in bed with Aria, reading her a story as she slowly dozed off. One thing about Aria was that whenever she was with Azriel, whether that was while he was reading her a bed time story, or sitting on his lap for dinner, or while she rambled about her school to him, she always took his hand. And that always took his breath away.

Just like right now, Aria had his right hand clutched in both of hers. Her soft hands rubbing shapes into his hand, smoothing over the rough scars. When the two of you had started getting closer, he had been hesitant in initiating any contact with Aria, had always kept his distance, since he thought his scars might scare her. You, however had interpreted it as not wanting anything to do with your daughter. And you had expressed this to him with tears in your eyes. Tears that had almost killed him, to think that he had been the cause of your distress. It was then that he had told you of his own insecurities, how he was afraid that his scars might bother the innocent little girl. You had immediately tried to ease his doubt, assuring him that they had never thought any different of him because of his scarred hands.

Looking down, he saw Aria had gone to sleep. He put away the book and slowly eased his hand from hers. He had pulled up the blanket around her, making sure she was properly tucked in. He was just about to get up and leave, when Aria roused. Internally cursing himself for waking her up, Azriel made to run his hands through her hair, knowing it always puts her straight to sleep.

Aria, however, sat up on the bed and threw her arms around his neck whispering,

“I love you, papa. Goodnight.”

And then just as quick got back in bed and went to sleep. Azriel was frozen in place. Tears rolled freely down his face. Aria had never called him that before. Always referring to him through her silly nicknames. And to think... she trusted him enough to consider him her father... it was more than anything Azriel could ever ask for in life.

Leaning down, he kissed the top of her head and slowly said,

“I love you too, my angel.”

Azriel tip toed his way to the door and closed it silently behind him, not wanting to wake the child again.

He moved away from the door quietly for a moment, before practically running down the hallway to tell you what had inspired.

Later that night, as he lay with you in his arms, Azriel couldn’t believe any of this was real. He had a girlfriend, who he loved more than the stars in the sky, who he would give and take a life for. He had a... daughter. He had a family of his own. Each night, he would say a silent prayer to the Mother. Thanking her for bestowing this gift upon him. Azriel knew an eternity would not be enough to express his gratitude, his devotion, to the two of you. His two angels.

[berzahoes]

is she single? | spike jonze

summary: the reader, a famous filmmaker, does the WIRED autocomplete interview and the internet just loves how much she brings up spike.

an: been wanting to write about spike for so long and i’m finally doing it <3 also i think i want to make this into a series because it’s my dream to be a filmmaker and this is the result of me knowing it’s never going to happen 😭 and for this imagine, spike didn’t date sofia coppola so sorry to you sofia coppola girlies

warnings: y/n mention i hate using y/n but it’s just for the intro to the interview SORRY also i tried to use questions that don’t mention physical features like height, eye color, etc.

you smiled towards the camera as you heard counting then the words “wired autocomplete interview, take one!”

“hi i’m y/n l/n and this is my WIRED autocomplete interview,” you introduced yourself. suddenly a crew member handed you a board that had google searches covered by strips of white paper. “okay, let’s see what you all google about me.”

you ripped the first strip off and read the question. “what is y/n’s net worth?” you chuckled. “whatever it is, it should be higher.”

again, you ripped off another piece of paper. “what is y/n’s favorite movie? whenever someone asks me this, i always say the same. my answer has never changed for seventeen years. my favorite movie is jackass number two. not the first one or the third or the show. number two.” you said with the most serious tone ever.

“who is y/n dating?” you read then looked at the camera with a smirk. “oh you know, just this guy who called me a bitch when we first met them almost got me arrested because i punched him.”

“is y/n married? unfortunately to the same guy who called me a bitch. our love story is so beautiful, i’m sure we’ll tell it to our kids as a bedtime story one day.” you joked.

“y/n l/n husband. spike should get that tattooed on his forehead. or when he wins awards, they should announce him as y/n l/n husband.” you put the board on the floor and got handed another one.

“y/n l/n oscars 2018,” you weren’t sure what it was trying to say. you were thinking back to oscars day of 2018. that night you and the cast and crew for your movie had won the major categories, best picture, best screenplay, best director, and best actor and actress. then it hit you. apart from your movie trending that night because of the wins, you were also trending.

“oh! i guess they’re talking about when i gave my speech and i ‘forgot’ to thank spike. he knows that i love him and respect him. a lot of people on twitter were tweeting me some mean stuff like ‘you forgot your husband? why didn’t you thank your man? you’re a bitch!’ first of all, he wasn’t even mad, second, the only person who gets to call me a bitch and get away with it is spike jonze. and lastly, we went out for ice cream after so everyone was happy in the end.” you smiled brightly as you remembered that night.

“who is y/n l/n’s celebrity crush?” spike knew about your many celebrity crushes, but he didn’t know about your first ever celebrity crush. “i don’t know if this is cheesy, it might be now that i’m thinking about it, but whatever. my first, emphasis on first, celebrity crush was and still is spike jonze. i know, cheesy, right? but before i met him, i had this huge crush on him because i saw his picture in this magazine i bought. actually only a few people know this so why not tell the whole world. i went out with this guy and we had the dinner and a movie type of date so we went out to this new restaurant then we went to go see this movie he really wanted to see and that movie was ‘being john malkovich’. we didn’t go on another date after that because a month later i met spike and that’s when the whole bitch and punching thing happen.” you explained.

“well, that was my wired autocomplete interview. i hope you learned a little bit more about me because i tend to over share a lot. thanks for watching!” you waved goodbye to the camera.

TWITTER

@/jonzefilms: can y/n teach me her ways of manifestation?

@/ynsoscar: they’re my film parents and i love them 🫶🏼

@/teenidless: y/n mentioning spike every five seconds is my serotonin

@/filmwhore8: spike jonze? no that’s actually y/n’s husband

@/ilovecatz: when 😭 he 😭 calls 😭 her 😭 a 😭 bitch 😭 and 😭 she 😭 punches 😭 him 😭 and 😭 they 😭 get 😭 married

@/directedbyyn: imagine being excited to see a movie with your date and you lose your date to the director of the movie you went to see

@/lovelyfilms: spike really said “my wife is a bitch and i like her so much”

[lem0n-writes]

You should hmmmmmm write fatherly mercs NOW 👿👿👿👿👿

If u want to teehee

Mercs being Fatherly for you since yk ur fatherless and stuff also scout bc he’s ur lame brother

Scout

He isn’t really the person you’d want as a father figure, but he can definitely act as an older brother or just a sibling in general!

Scout also gives me fun but weird uncle, so if you want an estranged uncle who is pretty dumb, funny, and kind of rich??? then yeah he’s a good choice.

The kind of guy to watch sports and yell at the players even though he doesn’t know the rules, that’s so father of him

He would then proceed to try to teach you the sport, and he will fail.

You guys just end up playing catch in the yard, but y’all quickly abandoned the gear after Scout heard an ice cream truck

You walk home together eating your deformed character popsicles, Scout’s arm around your shoulder, and the sun setting

Heavy

If you need a father figure, you came to the right person

He had to be the ‘man of the house’ for a while since his father died when he was young, so he kind of gets how you miss that paternal relationship

He’s very good at comforting and helping you when you aren’t feel well or having trouble with things even though he doesn’t speak English very well

I think having three younger sisters contributed to that

When you guys get closer, Heavy starts watching you on the battlefield more and keeping you near him, just to make sure you’re doing ok

He worries about you even though you guys do this every day, but he just can’t help worrying for you!!

Heavy would read you books in Russian, even though you don't understand much of it, and it reminds him of reading to his sisters when they were younger

When you visit Medic, Heavy watches the doctor closely to make sure he doesn’t try implanting any animal organs that don’t belong, but don’t worry, Medic takes a liking to you too because Heavy likes ya :)

Engineer

Is it just me or does he just give me like childhood nostalgia? Might just be because I'm from Texas too

If you start sticking to him like a lost puppy, he'll quickly go with it. He'll be looking out for you on the battlefield even though you’re a smart kid

Engie will definitely teach you a bit about engineering if you're interested too! He's very happy to explain anything and everything, not only engineering stuff, but it'd lowkey just be him info dumping

He will update your weapons more often than the other mercs, but that also means you guys sometimes have little adventures trying to fix your weapons or hunting down the occasional bread monster herd

Y'all have fun though, and your weapon gets updates, so win win?

He reads stories to you and Pyro too, mostly fiction ones though like the Grimm Brothers' writing.

Speaking of Pyro, you two are basically siblings now, good luck. Engineer has a little nook for you two to hang out in while he works into the nights. If you and Pyro fall asleep there, he'll walk you back to your room, maybe read you a silly bedtime story if Pyro's still with you two, and wish you a good night

Medic

He’s a questionable choice for a father figure, but he's silly <3

You’d probably be in the infirmary or calling him a lot if he starts feeling protective of you, but he thinks it’s sweet that you always get your injuries taken care of in this line of work. Like if you get a paper cut, you make sure to slap a bandaid on it, y’all know what i mean?

I don’t know how to explain in a way that doesn’t sound weird, but Medic is weird so eh?

During battles, when he knows the Heavy is safe, he’ll run off to top off your health, even if you’re only down 5 HP, and he saves his Ubercharges for you and Heavy <3

But since you’re getting injured a lot, Medic decides to teach you some first aid past the basics

If you’re interested, he’d teach you more advanced biology and even let you assist in surgeries! You guys bond over spinning Scout’s organs around, and Scout is not happy about getting his lungs switched around with his kidneys

All this time in his medbay got his doves quite used to you, so they now have favorites, you and Heavy. Although, now sometimes Archimedes tries to sneak away from their dad to follow you

Heavy always brings Archimedes back to Medic after you give them treats

Spy

Oh boy

If Spy begins acting in a fatherly way towards you, you must be something special

And Spy doesn’t have the best track record with children, Scout and the kid from the Smissmas comic, however Spy does still care

It would mostly be shown through gifts or praise for your exceptional work, he’s just very proud of you!!

While you’re great and all, he still watches your back to keep you safe from energy spies, and she teaches you new tricks to surprise the enemy team

It’s a nice challenge for you while also bonding with your sort of father figure!

When you learn a new skill, he’ll be singing you praises to the team for the next few days and expect to find a shiny gift from them in your room that night

“Bien joué, you have done well this past week”

[gayfandomnerd225]

Pt. 16 of Dead Poets Society Headcanons

Them as parents (single)

Neil

He’s trying to make up for being a single dad so he’s a good dad

The freezer almost always has ice cream in it, and he lets the kid eat it after dinner most nights

He doesn’t tell his kid much about his childhood, he just wants his kids childhood to be better than his was

He wants to be a better dad than his dad was

And he does a great job

He takes his kids to play dates, theatre shows, he doesn’t force his kid to do anything the kid doesn’t want to

He tucks his kid in every night and gives him a kiss on the forehead

He keeps them company when they’re sick and home from school, which means he gets sick too, but it’s worth it

Todd

Todd is an anxious parent (unsurprisingly)

He wants to let his kid enjoy themselves but he’s generally nervous about letting them have sleepovers and play dates

He tries to loosen up but the anxieties still there, he just ignores it most of the time

His kid is a lot like him tho, so it’s not too bad

Eventually he decides to take both him and his kid to therapy

And they both get diagnosed with anxiety

Then they both get put on anxiety meds

And then they start living a bit more freely, less anxious about everything like they used to be

Todd lets his kid have playdates and his kid manages to make a few friends

Charlie

Charlie’s a fun parent (which came as a surprise to no one)

He takes his kid to have play dates and even tho he’s a working dad, he’s a banker, he makes sure to make time for his kid

He’s a good influence, he’s nice to his nanny and tries his best to teach his kid manners

He’s a patient parent, and finally understand why he could’ve been considered insufferable when he was younger

On the weekends he takes his kid to the beach or museums, he wants his kid to be cultured and know things

Pitts

Pitts is a gentle parent

He read a lot of parents books before having a kid

He’s a careful and conscientious parent

Picking the kid up from school and helping with homework when he can

He tries his best to let his kid enjoy themself

Buying them music and even signing them up for piano lessons

He goes to every piano lesson and concert and loves every minute of it

After the concerts he takes his kid to get ice cream or another treat

Meeks

He’s also a gentle parent

He was nervous at first about being a single parent

But something about seeing the kid made him soften

And make him realize that things would be alright

His kid is his rock

He likes dressing his kid up in silly little outfits with bow ties and fun socks

Knox

Knox is probably a bit too careless when it comes to his kid

It’s not that he doesn’t care

He just feels like his kid should figure things out on their own

Like how peanut butter and cheese whiz probably isn’t a good combo

Or how staying up late watching tv probably isn’t a good idea

His kid lives freely, coming in covered in mud and needing to get a bath

Cameron

Cameron tries not to be too strict

He knows and understand where his dad went, not wrong, but where he had troubles

And he tries to not be like his dad

But there’s some things that’s just stick

Like having a strict bedtime or being careful when his kid wants a play date or sleepover

But he still lets his kid enjoy themselves

He’s just a bit more careful about it

He reads to his kid every night

Mostly poetry, and when his kid has questions about it, he answers as best he can

He tells his kid stories about Welton, mostly about Keating and the Dead Poets

[wickedlyqueer]

if you feel like it!!! i’d like to know your thoughts and hcs for a modern setting (or not) where things are relatively normal and elphaba has to take care of liir (as his 7yo self) and there’s also glinda. I’ve always wondered how she (also glinda) would work around children – i know we see elphaba in the book around them and she doesn’t care, but she is also going insane and full of grief so i don’t really take it as a response. I’m not sure if my request makes sense but i always enjoy your thoughts!

For someone who has said repeatedly they don't see gelphie as parents at all, yous seem desperate for my opinions on gelphie as parents. 😆 Anyway,

Even as their happiest and best selfs, I still think neither Glinda or Elphaba would ever chose to become a parent. It just... falls into their lap and they make the best of it.

And by that I mean, after college, Glinda and Elphaba broke up for about a year or two and Elphaba runs into Fiyero and gets knocked up (oops) during their shortlived fling and then 9 months later there was Liir.

They are very much a dysfunctional family. They probably co-parent with Fiyero—who is most likely, objectively, the best parent out of the three of them. (@gliyerabaa wanna take this brain wave over and make it into some ot3 hcs lmao?)

Elphaba would be both the fun parent and the strict parent. Yes, let's get on this rollercoaster you're not even tall enough for. No, you can't play video games before finishing all your homework. Yes, let's have only a ton of ice cream for dinner. It honestly gives Liir whiplash lmao.

Glinda brings some much needed structure to Liir's life. She likes the routine and recognizes that Elphie's chaotic and impulsive tendencies are not always what a little child needs.

It takes a bit before Glinda gets over her envy (since Liir is the living and breathing evidence that Elphaba very much loved someone who is not her and it infuriates her). But, through interacting with Liir, she sets those feelings aside. Because, holy shit, she adores that boy pretty much like he is her own son.

They both tuck Liir in and together tell him a bedtime story. It's a night time ritual that came out of Liir being so upset to go to sleep, it was a two-person-job to basically wrestle him to bed. Now he's older, it's a lot better, and for all of them one of their favorite times of day. But oohh boy if one of them isn't presence. The Tantrum that ensues...

Anyway, if you want to see the Liir&Glinda&Elphaba dynamic I very much encourage you to read attrition by @festivating. It's very good!

[themrsmunson]

Joseph Quinn looks after your foolish hungover self

Just Joseph caring for you and your hangover like the little love he is. 💜 This may or may not have been a need today.

First up you're sleeping in. He happily gives you whatever contact it is your body does or doesn't need right now. Space and no contact? Fine. Gentle hugs and hair strokes? Absolutely. Weighted blanket in human form? Of course.

He's ever so polite and does not mention the fact that you look like a ball sac and smell like a bin. Just does a lot mouth breathing because he loves you even in this absolute state.

He keeps on top of the housework because he knows it stresses you out. Makes sure your clothes from last night are washed and the fridge is stocked.

Any living things that need attention and looking after in your life - kids, plants, animals, parents - he's got it sorted.

Breakfast is on him and honestly whatever you want you get. If you don't want food he'll gently encourage you "Come on angel you know you'll feel better if you eat something."

He runs you a bath, perfect temp perfect amount of bubbles. He sets your favourite spotify playlist up and makes sure you have everything you need. If you want he'll stay and help you.

After the bath he makes you into a human burrito on the couch with your comfiest pillows and snuggliest blankets - maybe even your duvet. Comfy clothes obviously and no bra because fuck that when you feel like shit. Fave socks too.

He sets you up with phone on charge, a selection of beverages (one hot, one cold and fizzy, one plain water). Knows his baby needs to stay hydrated so he has whatever drinks you want on tap.

He does a corner shop run for all your favourite snacks. Man's got sweet stuff, salty stuff, crunchy stuff. Ice cream obviously too.

He gets you pain killers and stomach settlers. Makes sure you take then calls you his good girl.

TV control is yours and he'll happily watch whatever comfort shows and films you choose, even though he's seen them all countless times. He even quotes them with you and points out your favourite bits so you don't miss them. Pauses them when you nod off and quietly plays games or reads next to you.

He's never far away, you're either spooning on the couch (it's a big couch ok), or you're lying with your head in his lap. Either way he's giving you little gentle head scratches and soft kisses.

He helps you choose the best photos to post and helps you edit them. Listens to you ramble on and on about your night even when you tell the same story three times or laugh hysterically at stuff he doesn't get. He just loves hearing your voice and seeing you happy.

He gets your favourite takeaway for tea and makes sure to order extras so you have leftovers for tomorrow's lunch.

At bedtime he helps you upstairs and you find he's stripped the bed and put fresh bedding on.

You're feeling loads better so you have loads of lovely sex.

The End.

[andrea--hamilton]

Andrea Williams Hamilton

Full name: Andrea Maureen Williams-Hamilton

Nicknames: Andi, Your majesty.

Date of birth: May 15th, 1982 ( 41 )

Occupation: Journalist, Editor & Chief

Children: Noah ( 26 ) Christina ( 21 ) James ( 8 ) Expecting twins

Relationship status: Married to @christian-hamilton

Car pool mom, school volunteer

Friendly, compassionate, guarded, clumsy, hoplessly in love with her kids and fiance

Quiet by nature, fierce when angry, foodie,

Loves to read, knit and is a worthy scrabble opponent, loves tea, hates the feeling of sand in her clothes.

Still has a stuffed turtle Christian won her at the seaside carnival the summer they met.

Andrea wears her heart on her sleeve, always ready and willing to help a stranger. She comes from a wealthy back ground but ties with her parents years ago as they didn’t approve of her fiancé. She works very hard for all she has. She’s a journalist of the local news; a loving mother of soon to be three and adores her fiancé and siblings. She re-proposed to Chris on their most recent anniversary via a scavenger hunt with some of their favorite literary works. Recently; they finally able purchased their dream fixer upper and are moving forward with planning a wedding years in the making all while digesting the news they are expecting another child in their early forties. Life for the Williams-Hamilton crew is never dull. Their story isn’t conventional. It’s full of a lot of hardship and loss, but above all else; so much love.

TW: pregnancy, birth, childhood trauma, death, missing persons.

The oldest child of lawyer John Lionel Millington and his wife Kathryn, a former celloist who taught lessons, Andrea was bread to be an ideal daughter, with that came a never ending pressure to please her parents. She felt like a puppet on parade at social events growing up. Not a hair out of place, or an uncouth act. Her parents kept her extremely sheltered and structured with piano lessons and studying, leaving little room for her to step a toe out of line. It was discovered after her mother’s death that she had a older sister, half belonging to her father. Her mother had died and so she came to live with them.

Her favorite pass time apart from her sister was losing herself in a book. She found solace in the warn pages, her mind venturing off on grand adventures she longed to take but never would. Her parents had done a good job of snuffing out any big ideals the girl had. She felt trapped, unable to go against them. Her life was a comfortable but lonely, and mundane in existence. She had little friends outside of her family’s circle. Her first taste of freedom came when she began her Cotillion course during the spring her junior year. For the first time in her life, she felt like she had true girlfriends and was able to have fun without her parents breathing down her neck. That summer while riding bikes along the shore with her new found friends her bike collided with a blue eyed boy she later deemed her Prince Charming. Her bike was busted from taking the ditch and they both ended scuffed up but thankfully it was all superficial. . Mortified; she tended to his injuries and offered to buy him ice cream to soften the blow before making sure he got home okay. That night she didn’t know it; but she’d found her soul mate, thus beginning the long journey that would be their lives. They would tell story of how they met children at bedtime and the kids thought their love one to rival story books; how against all odds they have made it and we’re still going strong over twenty years later. His name was Christian and he was in town for the summer with his family, a couple years her senior. Within the first week she was in love with him and she spent every waking moment she could with him. The two continued a secret romance on through the rest of summer and she invited him to dance with her at her coming out ball. They were opposites; she a quite soft spoken dreamer and he was bad boy with rough edges. That didn’t scare her though. Her father of course didn’t approve of her dating a boy with a troubled past; and his dad had hated her from the start which meant she had to sneak around and creative.

The summer ended and he left; leaving an ache in her heart. Being away from him was terrible; but they called and wrote keeping up with each others lives; planning for their future together. She was proud of him for turning a new leaf and going to school, he had such potential and she was always there to cheer him on. As the summer turned to fall she discovered she was pregnant with his child. Scared and unsure of what to do, she hid it, hoping to figure out a plan of action in order to keep thier baby. Her father was a cruel man, her mother was dead. Her father only cared about his reputation in town, not about his daughters. She was planning on turning to her sister for help but before she could a cruel school pitted her to her father. He was furious, and dismissed all rumors. He pulled her from school for the second half and told everyone she had gotten injured skiing that winter. Her letters to CJ stopped abruptly though when her secret was discovered. Both fathers ensuring communication was several between the two teenagers and a plan was put into action.. Andi was kept on house arrest until she had the baby, a beautiful little boy whom she named Noah Landon after two of her favorite novels, the notebook and a walk to remember. He was forcibly taken from her and put up for adoption given she was a minor. It was devastating for her, and worse she had to return to life and school and pretend it never happened. The moment that she turned eighteen she took a bus to CJ. Abandoning everything but a few close personal possessions in the clothes on her back. She came to him hoping they could begin their lives together when she found out he was enlisting in the army. She suspected his father had something to do with it, and despite how handsome he was in uniform she wasn’t sure about it. Part of her was always terrified he wouldn’t come back. Still, she stuck by him, graduating with a degree in journalism and working near his base. She could never bring herself to tell him about their son though. It was too hard.

Finally, his contract was up and he’d be home for good. Right before leaving for his last mission he shocked her by proposing ; to which she told him it was about time and happy accepted and told him to hurry back so she could finally be Mrs. Hamilton. The next few weeks dreamed of their future children while thumbing through wedding magazines to get a head start on planning. A few weeks later she was shocked to discover she was pregnant. Ecstatic she wrote to him with the news; but no response came. She continued to write; sending updates and a sonograms thinking the mail was delayed; but weeks turned to months with no word or sign of his unit. It all felt like a bad dream. He was officially declared a missing person two months before she had their daughter who looked so much like him it hurt. She kept writing, and hoping against hope they’d find him alive. He couldn’t be gone. They had a child he needed to see; a life they’d planned for since they were lovesick teens. Eventually though, he was declared dead. Their was an honorable funeral with no body. She’d never made it down the aisle to be widowed. Her estranged father had disowned her, not that she cared, so she was on her own with a toddler. She clung to Chrissy like a lifeline; giving her all the love she could muster and vowing she’d know all about her father. She wasn’t ever convinced he was trulygone, believing she’d know in her heart if he really was. People called her crazy when she said it; or pitied her. His father tried to take her to court for custody of Chrissy, which was a horrible experience but she beat him. Like hell he’d get their baby. She had already lost one. The next few years felt like she was wading through water, she continued to search for leads and wrote to him as if he were still here. She wrote letters for chrissy too, should somethin ever happen to her. She moved back to Turtle bay; sharing a place with her older sister who helped with Chrissy. She’d call CJ's cell phone just to hear his voice on the voicemail, leaving him updates about Chrissy. Her first steps, forst lost tooth, sometimes a funny little story she'd told her sleepy eyed over breakfast. She was his little mini me, and each day andrea woke up grateful to have her. She refused to give up on CJ; on their love. Years later, she still wondered if it was that optimism and manifestation that kept him alive when he’s been a prisoner halfway across the world; thinking about her too. By some miracle, he escaped that hell and found his way back to her. She’d never forget getting a call from her sister to turn on the news. His own father hadn’t bothered calling her. She ran; lungs burning to catch the fastest plane with Chrissy and didn’t stop until she and their baby were both in his arms where they belonged. So began them getting reacquainted and picking up the pieces of their life together the best they could. He came back different, of course; how could he not? Chrissy Also struggled with adjusting to a father figure in the house, sharing her mother whom had been fully hers up until now. Andi loved them both dearly and did her best to help rebuild their relationship as a couple, a family, chrissy and him as father and daughter. Their son, little Jamie was a tell tale sign of their reconnection. He was born just shy four after Christen returned and the little family fell into place. It was important to andrea that they rebuilt thier bonds as a family of three before adding new members. The road there was bumpy though, and they never did quite get around to getting married. Andrea didn’t want to rush it until things felt right, until Christian adjusted and felt comfortable with who he was. Lffe also kept on going and with kids and work, things like planning a formal wedding fell on the back burner. Thier family came first, thier wants second. That dream wedding she always wanted became more of a dream than a priority.

Andrea now works as editor and chief of the local news. She re-proposed to CJ on their most recent anniversary via a scavenger hunt with some of their favorite literary works. Recently; they finally able purchased their dream fixer upper and had that dream wedding years in the making just a few months back, Kids and all. Now, they are busy digesting the news they are expecting twins in their early forties while also managing thier family. Life for the Hamilton crew is never dull. Their story isn’t conventional. It’s full of a lot of hardship and loss, but above all else; so much love.

WC’S

Family: Cousins, siblings

Friends/acquaintances/ co-workers

[aestheticvoyage2023]

Day 48: Friday February 17, 2023 - “Photo Reel”

What my photo reel can say about how we navigated our day together:

7:08am - Stacking garages at sunrise. I may never sleep in ever again. 10:49am - Story time at the Library, shy in my lap.  Taking in the scene.  William starts school next week, so some good socialization should be useful.  I told William that Libraries are where all the books come from. He obviously had no clue we were coming to Story time for little babies instead of nap today! 11:15am - William is caught reading “Where is the Pirate?” to another little boy with a stuffed rat. Biggest cat in the room once he figured it out. 11:54am - Holy shit, did you know Peacocks can jump?! 12:05pm - When we go to the zoo we work our way back to the Elephants, and apparently Noon is a really great time to be here, because at least today, Noon was feeding time and all the elephants were right up to the gate and what do they eat?  Cucumbers.  Check that out William! 12:15pm - After seeing the elephants, I get William out to run around and see if he’ll go hit the elephant butt.  Today he came close - but did really enjoy watching the other little boys do it.  He can point out every animal on the big donor mural back there! Even the Ostrich! 12:28pm - “Want to go see the bearded dragons today?”  “YEAAAA!” 12:53pm. - Lunch time. Zoo Fries.  Dippa Dippa. Ice.  We both love this part of the day. 2:02pm - Somewhere during the hour long afternoon nap.   Audrie asked me to try to stretch the morning out and only do one nap.  I gave it my best shot!  I kept him awake until 1:30 when we started to drive home.  I pulled into Michaels Parking Lot as soon as he was out and took advantage of that time to get some work done, hotspotting into my email.  Time is a premium.  I look up into the mirror to see if he’s still asleep and saw the most precious little boy with his Uncle Louie and I thought he looked just about perfect. 3:43pm - Time outside laying on the grass playing with the ice cream truck, turned into a big whirling dervish Dog Wrestle where all three puppies practiced their best moves and defenses to see who would be king for the day, and in practiced fashion, Havarti wins.  Because Havyvys is the King of every day here at The Finca.   4:33pm - Toot Toot.  Time to go try to take a nap because this guy is asking for Thomas The Train.... or maybe he’s pretending to be an ice cream train.  Hard to say but I look at this picture now at the end of the day and can literally hear him saying “toot toot” 7:20 - Butter Noodles are served with Potatoes/Ranch Dippa, and Cucumbers (like the elephants eat).  It took some wild coaxing (I know that was a lot of french fries dude but that was literally six hours ago!).  Even Mama couldnt coax him to eat over facetime.  Finally I got serious.  “What do you want to watch while you eat? Dora?”  “HOCKEY!”  Seriously? OK!  I found the Spartans playing Wisconsin, and William clapped and said “Lets Go Blues” and ate his dinner.  Sometimes something works and I have no clue why.  Like what kind of cheat code was that?! 7:45pm - Play time in the great room to wind down and digest that food.  Get your wiggles out running that truck transporter up and down the bench seat.  That truck transporter is early front runner for toy of the year. 7:53 -”What are you playing with there buddy?” - “Mama on the airplane.”  Now thats a heart melter.   “Mama flying the airplane? While the pilot rides?”   “Yea!” “Is that why it never leaves the ground?”   “Yea!” 8:13pm - Tubby time.  He really doesn’t like getting his hair washed.  Really its the rinse that gets him.  He’s taken to playing with the rinse bucket so that I can’t sneak up on him with it.  This kid really loves his nightly tubby time though, especially since we add the blocks to make a boat out of for Ernie and Cookie, and bubbles that smell so nice.  Its a great positive kickoff to bedtime routine and I am so glad he enjoys it and its not a fight.  I suppose we can thank mama and all those early bath times for that!  Writing about it now reminds me of how funny he was when we’d lift him up and out of the bath as a little baby.  Such great memories. 9:14pm: 15 hours after it started, almost exaclty, the day was done. Sure I had to come back in and reassure him the standard few times, but I called it with a photo at 9:14.  The bed time routine went fine.  He didn’t want to get out of the tub, and so got shivery cold as he brushed his teeth and I held him tightly in front of the mirror.  I moved him to the changing table where I combed his hair real nice with a part to the left (my favorite part of the routine), then lotioned him, added a diaper, and put on his lucky “No Wake Zone” pajamas - we might need these tonight after Mama had me take out the morning nap!  Then we read 4 books (Heads, Goodnight Hockey, Love In The Wild, and First 100 Trucks), while he ate a Peach Squeezy yogurt, the only one he’ll take these days.  He sucked it dry in about 2 minutes.  I should time him one of these days, but its very efficient. I suppose all that practice with the nipple raised a superstar squeezy sucker.  We put on the sleep sack, said goodnight to the dogs and everything else we passed along the way (elmo chair, monkey, baseball, hockey game on tv). He took some ibuprofen for his teeth, chased with some icewawa, looked at me and said “Bop” - Kenny Chesney, Nick Mulvey, Renee & Jermey, Sleep Sounds, Thunderstorm.   Bop goes the weasel and finally on the third of fourth try I had him down to stay and I snuck out.  Finally time for a break.  Turned the salt lamp up, stole a pic - the best one of the day.  The trophy prize - a happy healthy sleeping baby right on time at the end of a successful day where I planned my work and I work my plan.  The picture, at 9:14pm, of successful Dad Day.

Song:  Kid Cudi - Pursuit of Happiness

Quote:  “Listen to me son, I’ll tell you why your father is strong; Because he can still say ever single day, he’s yearning to belong. Yearning to belong, Yearning to belong,  My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong In spite of myself, and all of these nursery songs My heart beats with a ceaseless, meets with a peaceless burning to belong”

~Nick Mulvey, CuCuRuCu