#v; dadpool

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A random, useless headcanon

When Cher ( @suitcdbaby ) is born, Wade stops acknowledge existence of Cher the singer. There is only HIS Cher, none other.

A: “is she named after Cher?”

Wade: “whom?”

A: “Cher? The singer?”

Wade: “Singer? she is just a baby???”

A: “no! I mean Cher! She stared in Mama mia 2?”

Wade: “pretty sure she did not. Cher is like three weeks old”

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C.S. || Nipper

dad!pool starter for @a-museing-rps​

“Sorry I am late,” I said, when I rushed into the booth with a baby in my hands. Winter was very quiet and grumpy, because she was supposed to take a nap, but since Ness was gone and I couldn’t find day-care, I was rocking the baby in my arms, totally not sleeping. Winter was looking at the witch frowingly, quiet as death. “Family,” I explained, rolling my eyes, when I sat down. I was the one who invited her so it was a little bit awkward that I came late.

“Order anything you want, it’s on me.” I said, looking into the menu myself.  “I have a proposition for you - I am looking for a girl, last time she was seen was in forest in Canada, you do that spell-thing with flowers... can you help me find her? Like is it in your powers range?” Surprisingly enough, the baby giggled.

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C.S. || Wilson Tribe

nice to meet you Grace from @suncentral​

“Ssssh, ssh, it’s okay honey, daddy’s gonna take you home,” the scary brute mercenary cooed to his baby, holding the little treasure on baby-brier. I wasn’t expecting to be out this late and with Winnie, but her Ness has been out of the city for some kind of work related crisis and I couldn’t pass the night out either or we wouldn’t have money. I figured Win can handle night out for once as she was wrapped in warm clothes as a Christmas gift on it’s way to North Pole.

So here I was, making animal sounds under my breath to make my little angle stop crying. She wasn’t cold nor hungry (I have been feeding her with bottle half an hour ago) but I guess the dark was making her upset. “Are you really going to make me take my mask off, sweetie?!” I asked the baby is if she was mature enough to understand. She wasn’t scared by my horrid face. Unlike everybody else, she disliked my mask. If she was tired, she couldn’t stand the red piece of cloth above her daddy’s face.