happy mother’s day all you people !! here’s a cute fluffy imagine about daddy!luke because idk i just really thought this was realistic and dorky and cute and idk im smol leave me alone
The shrill voice was heard throughout the apartment, and thankfully Y/N didn’t wake up from it; Luke did. He blinked his eyes a few times, rubbing the sleep out of them as he realized that his child crying.
He sat up in bed, causing Y/N to start to stir, but he hushed her. “Sleep, love. I’ll get him.”
Y/N rolled onto her other side, pulling the covers closer to her to keep her warm, and Luke sighed in relief. He knew how hard she worked, raising their baby while he was at work, so he felt obligated to let her sleep in for once.
Finding his way to his son’s room, Luke saw the crying baby lying in his crib, his toes clenched just as tightly as his fists as he continued to cry. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, groaning that it was no later than 7 in the morning. “It’s okay, little man.” He said, gingerly taking his child up in his arms and cradling his head, trying to calm him some.
His son continued to cry. “Da-Da!”
“What’s up, Coop? You need a changing?” Nothing. Luke sighed, walking over to the changing table and lying Cooper down.
Once he was done changing Cooper, he still continued to cry, making incoherent noises as if trying to tell him something. Luke ran a hand through his hair, looking around the room for some type of answer. “Are you hungry? Mommy’s asleep, bud. We can’t wake her up.” He said, taking him in his arms again. “Let’s go see if there’s any formula in the kitchen somewhere.”
He crept down the hallway, glancing towards his door to make sure Y/N hadn’t woken up. Down the stairs he went and straight into the kitchen, opening various cabinets in search of the artificial food, which he finally found.
But, as he was grabbing a bottle from the top shelf, his eyes caught sight of a date circled on the calendar, situated in the middle of the refrigerator. Mother’s Day.
“Shit.” He cursed under his breath, placing Cooper in a highchair whilst he threw together the bottle and formula as quickly as he could. “Alright, bud. It’s Mother’s Day, and I kinda forgot.” He told the year old child, to which he just stared up into his father’s eyes as he fed him. “Which means we have to be a good family for Mommy and make her breakfast.”
He stood in the middle of the kitchen, feeding Cooper until the bottle ran dry. “You all finished?” Cooper let out a squeal of excitement. “So, should we make Mommy pancakes or French toast?”
“Cakes!” Cooper tried saying, but Luke understood him enough to know what he meant.
Straight away, Luke searched online how to make pancakes, and went digging through even more cabinets to find all the supplies he needed. One by one, the ingredients were added—having Cooper on his hip the entire time. “Okay, we need a pan to cook the pancakes on. Where does Mommy keep the pots and pans, bud?” His son’s tiny hands reached behind his back, gesturing towards the cabinet beside the sink. “In there?” Luke asked, raising an eyebrow at how he knew the location of the elusive pan he needed.
Cooper was right. He picked out a suitable pan, putting it on the stove and lighting it. Pouring out the batter was a bit difficult with only one hand, but having Cooper in his arm was like he was helping him. And after all, it was Mother’s Day; Cooper had to participate and help since Y/N was his mom.
Luke leant up against the counter, watching the pancake intently as it cooked. He began to think. “Do you think she wants something else to go with it? Like fruit or something?” He asked; Cooper just stared at him, sucking on his thumb. “She probably does.” Luke made up his mind, turning his back and rummaging through the fridge. “Do we not have any fruit? No oranges? I could’ve sworn she just bought oranges or clementines or something like—”
“Da-Da!” Cooper yelled, giggling loudly into Luke’s ear.
He turned his head and looked at the boy quizzically. “What’s so funny, Coop?” The boy put all his weight on Luke’s shoulder, facing behind him and trying to get out of his grip. Luke turned around to see what the boy’s fidgeting was all about, to only see the pan in flames.
“Fuck!” He shouted, running and putting Cooper in the highchair. “Shit shit shit this isn’t good” He said, taking the pan and throwing it into the sink with a loud clatter, turning the water on and watching the flames die down. “Every fucking time.” He said, breathing a sigh of relief and looking over at Cooper. “You saved my ass, bud. Thanks for that.”
The child beamed at him, breaking into a fit of giggles. Luke couldn’t help but laugh along with him, walking over to him and picking him up again, kissing his head. Cooper’s tiny hands grabbed either side of Luke’s face, squeezing his cheeks and giggling at how funny he looked. “Having fun there, bud?” Luke chuckled. He lifted Cooper high above his head, blowing hot air onto his stomach and making him laugh even harder. “Guess who loves you! Daddy loves you!” He said, kissing all over Cooper’s face, finding so much joy in seeing his little boy love being showered with admiration.
“You two are so cute it makes me sick.” Y/N teased, emerging from the staircase and rubbing her tired eyes.
“Mama!” Cooper said excitedly at the sight of his mom.
“Fuck, babe, you were supposed to be asleep and we were supposed to bring you breakfast in bed like a good family would.” Luke said, annoyed that his genius plan for Mother’s Day was now ruined.
Y/N rolled her eyes, taking Cooper up in her arms and whispering a quiet, “Good morning, handsome” to her son. She looked up at Luke. “Do you actually think I care about that stupid Mother’s Day stuff? All I care about is you and this little guy. That’s all I need to have a good Mother’s Day.”
Luke walked towards her, pressing a loving kiss on her lips. “You are amazing.”
“Yeah, I know.” She joked, looking down at her baby’s blue eyes, identical to Luke’s. “We make pretty adorable kids.”
“The adorablest.” He agreed, running his fingers along the little boy’s arms. Cooper gripped Luke’s pointer finger with both hands, bringing it up to his mouth to try and gnaw on it, but Luke retracted his hand. “Whoa there, bud. You don’t know where that’s been.”
Y/N nudged his side, a look of disbelief crossing her face. “You’re disgusting.”
“You say that now,” Luke said, kissing her temple once and grinning cheekily at his wife. “But tonight, it’ll be a whole different story.”
I really really love bagels. I remember when I was a kid/I am still a kid, I’d eat approximately 3 bagels for breakfast, toasted with butter and cream cheese. Gotta do both bc its gluttonous like Jabba the Hut, who in case you don’t know ‘was one of the galaxy’s most powerful gangsters’ - google. I still occasionally eat tons of bagels, but everyone tells me it’s going to catch up to me one day, which freaks me out. I did lose 5 LBS on this bagel diet tho. I sort of forgot what I was going to say but bagels are cool and Tompkins Square bagels makes some of the best. They also have this french toast bagel and RAINBOW birthday cream cheese. It’s the perfect place to grab breakfast on a Sunday with your gay friend Deon. Always get bagels with Deon.
Tompkins Square Bagels
Tip: there’s always a wait and it’s cash only. That’s how you know this place is bomb bc I hate waits and cash. I wouldn’t do you like that famalam.
Tip: breakfast sandwiches are fire. cop a few
Tip: birthday cake cream cheese is really an experience.
When to come here: idk when else you’re eating bagels outside of breakfast but that’s really the only time I recommend coming here tbh.
Where: 165 Avenue A, New York
Times: Monday 7:00 am – 8:00 pm Tuesday 7:00 am – 8:00 pm Wednesday 7:00 am – 8:00 pm Thursday 7:00 am – 8:00 pm Friday 7:00 am – 8:00 pm Saturday 7:00 am – 7:00 pm Sunday 7:00 am – 7:00 pm
super breakfast today two wholemeal toasts, one topped with suger-free berry jam and banana&strawbs coins, the other with melted sugar-free dark chocolate, banana and strawbs + more banana, strawberris, kiwi fruit and almonds + green tea
good sunday morning lovelies, i didn’t sleep at all and i left my bed at 08:01 am because of the hot weather, but i had a great breakfast so i don’t care (x i will recover the lost sleep today or tonight with the help of a chamomile infuse.
almond milk cappuccino sweetened with truvia and three wholemeal toasts topped with plain vanilla greek yogurt + peach and vanilla greek yogurt mixed with cocoa powder + strawberries&banana, yumss!
Yagami Taichi with the Crest of Courage: 2nd year in high school. He is still a part of the soccer club as he had in elementary school, and goes through hard training every day. Since he’s in his growing stage, he eats a lot. He is in the same class as Sora. Izumi Koushiro with the Crest of Knowledge: 1st year in high school. He goes to the same high school as Taichi. He also helps out a friend’s company that’s been set up in America through the internet. Ishida Yamato with the Crest of Friendship: 2nd year in high school. He is in the class next door from Taichi and Sora. He forms a new band in high school and plays bass. Of course, he also does vocals.
Interview with Toei Animation’s producer Arai Shuuhei behind the cut.