#dad!jacob au

[kiankiwi]

Dad! Jacob but he’s like young and he already has two cute girls :(( and he’s like ugh he’s just the best dad n he’s trying so hard, but he gets like bashed from the media bc everyone judges his and y/ns relationship

OH GOSH

He's trying so hard and all he cares about is his girls. You can shit on him all you want but come at his girls and it's game over!

And many people judge you because they think you are with Jacob just for his fame and money and you're often accused of babytrapping him although he's gone in multiple interviews addressing the topic even though he doesn't owe anyone anything.

"I just wanna say first and foremost, I am a dad first. I am a family man first over anything. These so-called fans of mine are claiming my partner is with me due to my fame or my riches and that's just simply not true." He looks to the camera to hopefully get this through these toxic fans heads. "We're with each other because we love each other and want to be together. She may be a bit more "normal" than me if you want to use that word. But that doesn't mean she's using me. And yes we have two beautiful girls together but that doesn't mean she's babytrapping me, I love my family. So stop being cruel. I may be a celebrity but I'm a human too." He then addresses the interviewing, rubbing his face and apologizing. "I'm so sorry but I just won't stand for these rumors about my family. Say whatever you want about me but keep my family out of it for gods sake."

The reporter nods like they understand. "Do your children understand that daddy is a big star and can't be home a lot because he's off being a movie star?"

Jacob levels the interviewer with a death glare. "My family may not have the same dynamic as everyone elses but we make it work. I make sure they know I will always come back. And that if they miss me that they can call and I will always answer; even if I'm in the middle of a scene. Just because I'm not there physically does not mean I'm not there for my children. And YN, the crew and I always coordinate my off days so my children can come visit and I get days to just be a father. I make the time."

Jacob really wanted to walk off and say fuck this but he knows if he left now, the interview would be scrapped and he needs people to understand what he's said. He needs it to go on record that he is a dad first, an actor second and that critics and paps need to keep his daughters and wife's names out of their damn mouth.

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I don't really know what this was but it just poured out of me and i hope it was kinda what you were looking for... I LOVE protective dad!jacob

[stephreynaart]

I love that we as a fandom have agreed that Soos will be the best dad

[more-sonorous]

sneak peek at my next big piece!! (javey)

i've decided on my next big undertaking, once i'll paint you shades of blue and red is done!

this idea, once again, came from the lovely @jackmkelly . we've been yapping about it nonstop and we're creating a pretty lovely storyline that's full of themes of love, loss, grief, acceptance-- there are cute kids, cute daveys, and lots and lots of family.

of course, because it's me, there's gonna be romance-- but there's also going to be a lot of discussion of healing and dealing with grief. i hope you guys are excited because I AM!!!!

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The carriage seemed to rock beneath them as the dirt road stretched onward beneath the wheels, jostling softly to the rhythm of the trotting horses up ahead. David swayed back and forth, bumping every time the wheels rumbled over a rock or divot in the path. He’d never ridden in a carriage like this before– the seats were cushioned and covered with silky smooth fabric, and the walls were painted with lovely flowering details of gold and pale pink. Curtains hung over the windows and lamps flickered above the heads of the two lone passengers– David Jacobs and one Medda Larkin, facing each other.

How he’d ended up riding in the carriage of one of the most successful women in New York City was honestly beyond his own understanding, but there she was, as real as the cool glass of the elaborately paneled windows to his left and right. Miss Medda was a beautiful woman with dark skin and elegantly styled black hair, curled into careful loops and pinned against her head in the fashionable style of the day. She was wearing a lovely S-shaped gown made of rich, coral-colored fabric that might’ve been worth more than David���s family’s entire apartment. Even her shoes seemed expensive. David could see the tips of her elaborately crafted flats from beneath her petticoats, and he wondered how someone could ever come upon such wealth.

“David, darling, I can’t thank you enough for taking this job.” She began, offering him the warmest of smiles and extending a careful hand to him. 

He took it with slight hesitance, nervous heart running like a racehorse within his chest. David’s mind was still lingering on anxious minutiae– was he underdressed? What if he didn’t impress her? What if his father’s shabby old coat and faded waistcoat and trousers were unpleasant to the eye? Was his tie crooked, or his shoes too obviously spit-shined? Perhaps his curls were a mess or he’d accidentally let the star of David hidden beneath his clothing show through. He was an anxious wreck as she squeezed his hand softly and leaned in.

“Now, I know this is going to be somewhat of a challenge, but I know your sister and I adore your family, and I know you’re a resilient bunch.” He could see some sort of trepidation trying to creep through her anxious expression, but Medda Larkin was an excellent actress, and any trace of nervousness was gone before he could catalogue it. “You’re overqualified, after all. A degree in education, years of piano lessons, excellent track record in school– I don’t think the children could ask for a better tutor, truly.”

“Thank you, Miss Medda.” He answered truthfully, though he was sure his anxiety was obvious.

David was currently riding out to the beautiful New York countryside to serve as a live-in tutor to the three Kelly children. It wasn’t the sort of job he’d dreamed of– when he attended Columbia university, he hoped to work his way up the ladder and eventually earn enough degrees to become a professor of literature. Then he’d pull his family from poverty and drop them into a comfortable middle class life��� but he soon realized that his dreams were a bit too unrealistic. He’d need a bit more money because there weren’t enough scholarships in the world to pull him through a second degree. 

Sometime during his desperate job search, his elder sister Sarah must’ve mentioned his plight to her boss– she worked as a costume designer for Miss Medda, always sewing clothes and sketching elaborate dresses for the shows playing at the theatre– and when Medda found out that David was young, unmarried and university educated? She reached out immediately.

David was going to move in with the Kelly’s and act as not only a tutor but a nanny as well. The job paid well and he received free room and board, meals included, so he shouldered the rather embarrassing burden of childcare and took the job as a male nanny. Working here for two years would earn him enough money to finish school with his scholarships. Then he’d be set for life. 

Didn’t make it any less strange or nerve-wracking. If he did a bad job, that would make Sarah look bad, too. 

“Now,” Medda pursed her lips and carefully took David’s other hand. “I’ve got to be honest with you, honey. My son’s wife died two years ago. It… it hasn’t been easy for this little family, and they’ve been through about… well– it’s been twenty or so nannies since she passed.”

He felt his own eyes widening as his heart dropped to his stomach. So much for the two year plan. “Twenty? Are– are the children rather challenging?”

“The children? Oh, no.” She chuckled warmly, shaking her head. “Those babies are angels, David, I assure you. Three of the sweetest little souls you’ll ever meet. It’s– to put it delicately, it’s Jack. My son. He’s… selective? But before you panic, I’ve got a good feeling about you! You’re young! You’ve got lots of energy, lots of intelligence, siblings of your own– and you’re the first nanny that hasn’t been hired through an agency. My own personal choice.” 

David felt it wasn’t appropriate to mention that such a statement wasn’t refreshing at all. In fact, it only made the load upon his shoulders feel even heavier. Now he was going to make Medda herself look bad if he made a mistake. “I… I’ll try not to let you down.”

“I have a feeling you won’t.” She smiled, with an incredibly optimistic tone, and carefully squeezed David’s hands in her own before dropping them. “Here’s the trick– you win those kids over, you win their daddy over, too. I’ll give you some insider information. Francis is the youngest, and she’s two. Precious little thing, but she’s a real clinger. Luna’s five. She’s incredibly bright, adores singing and dancing, dressing up– it’ll be easy for you to connect with her, too. Micheal’s the oldest, and he’s eleven and a half. He’s a such a lovely kid, but he’s real prickly when you get to know him. You’ve got a little brother that age, though, don’t you? Leshem?”

“He’s just turned thirteen.” David confirmed, growing more nervous by the second. 

“You’ll be good with Micheal, then. He loves riding horseback, despises arithmetic… but he’s very interested in history, so you might use that to your advantage.” She shot David a playful wink and drew back the curtains on her side of the carriage, thoughtfully looking out the window. 

At some point, the grayscale cityscape had blossomed into a forest, bathed in the landscape of early spring. Blades of green grass pushed their way through the underbrush and green, budding leaves were beginning to appear. Even with branches mostly bare from winter, the road they were traveling was lovely. David could only imagine how it looked in full bloom, or drenched in the warm colors of autumn. Maybe even coated in a thick blanket of snow. It would be nice to live out of the city for once, too. Once in a life he could scarcely remember, David had lived in a little Polish village with his family. They’d left when he was only four, though, so all he could remember was their tiny Baxter Street department, deep in the slums of New York City. Such a getaway was usually a luxury only the rich could afford, and though he’d be working, he knew he’d still enjoy himself.

He peered out the window as well, trying to conceal his own nerves. David was a horrible blabbermouth when he got like this, and he couldn’t stop himself from trying to spark up an awkward conversation. “So… is the house a family property?”

“Not my family.” Medda laughed a warm, full type of laugh that seemed to fill the air around them with mirth. “No, certainly not mine. It’s been passed down through Jack’s wife’s family for generations. Used to be a vacation home, but Katherine’s father… graciously gave it to them as a sort of wedding present.”

A house as a wedding present. Wealthy people fascinated David. “That’s very kind of him.”

She huffed the sort of huff that a person did when they found something funny in a sarcastic manner, usually because of some hidden context. David cringed and decided not to push the matter any further, pulling away from the window and shrinking back into his seat. Medda carefully examined her flawless nails as David’s rigid posture jostled about in the bumpy carriage. 

Oh, he was very nervous with the added context. A father who was picky with his nannies and three different children to impress– plus the levels of learning were incredibly different. He’d need to teach the two year old basic speech and developmental skills, the four year old basic things like the alphabet and numbers, and the eleven year old would be well into his schooling and need at least four core subjects. It would be a balancing act between naptimes and meals and other activities to bring the children joy– maybe he’d teach them piano or take them on walks. The sort of things he would’ve liked as a child, or maybe the sort of things Les would’ve liked.

David tapped his fingers over his knee as he resisted the urge to bite his nails, staring fixedly out the window. Every once in a while, a massive country manor rolled past. He couldn’t believe that he was going from his family’s tiny apartment to one of these almost-palaces. It was like something out of a dream.

When the carriage took a sudden right turn, Medda cleared her throat. “David, I think you’re really what the family needs. My son, too. He’s got to be pulled out of his head. No one should live like he’s been living since Katherine passed.”

“I… I’ll do my best, Miss Larkin.” His knee bounced almost uncontrollably, and his stomach was caught in nervous knots. 

“I know you will. If anyone can do this, it’s one of you Jacobs siblings. Born to the breed.” She winked again, playful and charismatic, and even earned a small smile from the anxious man. He wished he could work for Miss Medda again under more pleasant circumstances– like the few times he’d assisted her stage managers for productions at her theatre during his University days.

Now he was facing the most daunting task of his life, and he could scarcely breathe from being so nervous. 

They rolled into a massive gravel drive, the carriage rattling around them as the loveliest gardens David had ever seen appeared. Fountains and hedges laid out in pretty symmetry stared back at him, begging him to stick around and see them in bloom. He could just imagine the front lawn bursting with flowers, green and lovely and smelling sweetly of springtime. Strolls down this lane would be positively unmatched, and his fingers itched for a good book. 

The house itself was even grander than the gardens, almost imposing in its ancient beauty. David guessed, based on the perfect symmetry and minimal detailing, that this manor had been built sometime in the beginning of the last century. He knew tall, reaching Neoclassical pillars when he saw them, and this lovely house with its creeping ivy was an enlightenment thinker’s dream. It stood starkly against the pale blue sky, wisps of pulled-cotton clouds curling outwards behind it. David had never seen such grandeur up close. 

Soon (possibly too soon) their carriage rumbled to a halt and Medda sent him an encouraging smile. David did his absolute best to conceal his nerves and returned the gesture, climbing out of the safety of the carriage once an attendant opened the door.

Before him, the entire household staff stood in lines leading to the door. Men on one side, women on the other. Now David really and truly wanted to throw up, but he focused on the warmth of Miss Medda’s hand as he helped her out of the carriage. He really was far too shabby for this, and shoved his hands into his pockets as he followed her towards the front door. Tall and made of wood, they seemed to walk in slow motion towards it, and David had never been so nervous in his entire life. Before Medda could even reach the door, it was thrown open to reveal a little burst of tiny human energy– a small girl with a round face and flushed cheeks running through to fling her arms around Medda.

“Gammy!” She cried, squeezing her eyes shut happily as Medda lifted her into an embrace.

“Oh, if it isn’t my Luna-bug!” Medda cooed with all the adoration of an enamored grandparent, “You’re so much taller than the last time I saw you!”

Luna laughed loud, like Les used to laugh when he was that tiny, and David got a good look at her face as she cupped Medda’s cheeks in those tiny little hands. She was positively, heart-wrenchingly adorable, with the biggest brown eyes he’d ever seen, and short brown hair cut just beneath her chin. Well-kept bangs swept across her forehead and a green ribbon tied half of her hair out of her face, skin tan and cheeks chubby with well-fed youth. She was a tiny thing but she was positively doll-like. “I miss you!”

“I missed you too, baby girl.” Medda pressed a kiss to Luna’s cheek and earned another precious giggle, just as someone else rushed out the front door.

A boy, definitely the eleven-year-old Micheal, followed by two others. Micheal winced and carefully extracted Luna from the older woman’s arms. With all the practiced ease of an adult parent, this eleven-year-old boy settled his little sister on his hip. David was instantly reminded of himself and Les. “I’m sorry, Gram. She wouldn’t sit still.” 

“‘S no problem at all. She’s just excited to meet Mr. David, here.” Medda carefully beckoned him forward, a gentle hand resting on his back. 

He awkwardly stumbled forward and got a good look at the tiny family in front of him, four sets of eyes staring him down, and– 

Oh, he thought, breath stuttering in his chest, they’re just perfect. 

The whole family. From little Luna and her big, brown eyes to the man that was obviously her father, and happened to be the most jaw-droppingly gorgeous man David Jacobs had ever laid eyes upon. God, was he gorgeous. Black hair, dark as silk, seemed to fall in two perfect, wavy curtains over his forehead. His hair swept back and formed little curls at the back of his head, framing his face perfectly. Sharp, furious brown eyes stared David down, set just beneath perfectly shaped brows and thick, black lashes. His jaw was wide and sharp and his bone structure was breathtakingly gorgeous, from his wide nose to his cheekbones to the slope of his brow. A dusting of stubble covered his chin, like a shadow over the bottom of his face. He looked angry, yes, but he looked like a furiously beautiful God plucked straight from Grecian mythology, with his honey-brown eyes and perfectly full lips. His skin was deeply tanned, the color of coffee with just a splash or two of cream. Pretty.

Of course, a man this beautiful was bound to have precious children. Little Luna was held by Micheal, who very well could’ve just been an eleven-year-old version of his father. He had the same black hair, styled a bit differently with the part above his right eye instead of the middle, and the same deeply tanned skin. David saw the same nose and lips and eyebrows, down to the shape of his eyes and ears. Though his eyes were a darker coffee-colored brown, little Micheal was his father’s young twin.

And then Francis, only-two but smiling at David like she knew him already. She had the same round face as her sister with impossibly chubby cheeks and incredibly curly orange hair pulled up in pigtails, one of the most strikingly ginger children David had ever seen. Her eyelashes were long and blonde and her cheeks and tiny nose were pink, and she clung to the fabric of her father’s shirt with grabby hands. She had big, brown eyes too, just like the rest of her family. He knew he was going to have trouble denying these kids anything.

They were a lovely family. All dressed well, all well fed. It would’ve been a perfect picture had Micheal and Jack not been sending him twin glares. 

“It’s lovely to meet you all–” He began, but was cut off immediately by Luna leaping out of her brother’s arms and racing towards him. She latched around his leg and smiled up at him, her cheeks dimpling. Ohmygod she has dimples? He was really in for it now, he was never going to be able to do any discipline. “Well, hello there, Luna–”

“You’re gonna be our new nanny!” She stated matter-of-factly, and then held her hands up in the universal child’s wordless question of ‘pick me up’? David couldn’t help but oblige and carefully lifted her, settling her against his hip. It was remarkable how easy the motions were returning to him, giving him flashbacks of his own twelve-year-old self holding Les at this age. 

“Yes, I am. I hope that’s alright with you?” He asked, very seriously, and raised his eyebrows. 

She giggled and raised her hands to cover her mouth, eyes getting big. “Your eyes are my favorite color!”

He glanced at the green ribbon in her hair and smiled. “I take it that’s a yes?” 

Luna was very suddenly removed by his arms from her father, who was a good three or four inches shorter than David. He looked just about as furious as David had ever seen anyone look as he settled Luna on his other hip. “No climbing the tutor, Lune, you barely know this man.” He ignored her pout and started speaking as he beckoned his son over. “I’m Jack Kelly.”

“David Jacobs.”

He held out his hand for a shake and then realized Jack was holding two children. Awkwardly, he tucked it back into his pockets and tried to ignore the huff of a laugh Jack directed his way. “I know. These are my kids. You’ve met Luna. This is Francis, and this is my son, Micheal. I can assure you that they ain’t gonna need a tutor, but since my Ma insisted–”

“Jack, play nice.” Medda raised her eyebrows at him and crossed her arms. “Surely I don’t need to list off David’s credentials again…”

He muttered something that sounded an awful lot like ‘credentials don’t mean shit’ before abruptly turning his back and heading inside. David tried not to be surprised by the thickness of his Upper Manhattan accent, because it certainly didn’t match the clothes he was wearing. He had on nice trousers and suspenders and a pale-blue button up, waistcoat hanging unbuttoned beneath the girls he carried. His collar was unbuttoned and his clothes were obviously expensive, but he wore them far too casually for David to understand.

Mr. Kelly started speaking as if he just expected David to listen and follow, and maybe he did expect that, so David quickly jogged to catch up. Medda rolled her eyes and trailed along more slowly, but David listened raptly to every word this man said. “This is my house. I’m pretty sure you’ll have everything you need to teach my kids, but if you don’t, don’t ask me about it. Find Charles and ask him. You can teach your lessons in the library. Your bedroom is in the West Hall– that's where the kids sleep, too— and there’s a washroom at the end of the hall for you to use. Breakfast is at nine, dinner at one and supper at six. That’s pretty much it.”

Jack paused in the middle of the entryway, a room so grand that David’s head was practically spinning. A gorgeous rug on the floor, a paneled ceiling painted with a gorgeous mural, a chandelier and a beautiful staircase made of polished wood– the shorter man gave him a long, disdainful once-over and raised his eyebrows judgmentally, eyes narrowed as he looked back up. He covered Luna’s ears. “You know this ain’t some job you can half-ass in favor of going out and fucking around with your college friends, correct?”

David glanced at the eleven-year-old, who didn’t even flinch at his father’s improper language. Luna was scrabbling to get his hands off, thankfully unaware. Didn’t Jack know that his two-year-old could easily pick up such foul language? She was probably already talking. Thankfully Francis just continued to stare at David like she was trying to figure him out. He bit his tongue and resisted the urge to correct that he didn’t actually have any friends from University and nodded instead. “Yessir.”

“And it ain’t just teaching. You have to be able to care for the kids as well.”

“Yes, Miss Larkin told me as much.” He added on, drawing into the depths of his patience. He’d only just entered the house and this unfairly beautiful man had already decided on his incompetence, without even giving him a chance.

Jack huffed darkly, shifting the girls in his arms. Francis dropped her head onto his shoulder and Luna reached for David, but Jack angled himself away. “Yeah. I’ll believe it when I see it. How old are you?”

“Twenty-one.”

“Jesus. You’re just a kid.” Jack laughed, shaking his head in disapproval. He drew in a deep breath and pressed his lips together, giving David another long look before those honey-brown eyes narrowed and he tilted his chin almost defiantly. “Well, you start tomorrow. I ain’t holding my breath, though. Ma– you stayin’ for dinner?”

“Sure. I’ll also give Mr. David here a proper tour of the house.” Medda leveled Jack with an almost challenging glare as she linked their arms. “And, you know, actually introduce him to your majordomo and head housemaid.”

He fixed her with a sarcastic grin that was unfairly pretty. David realized where Luna got her dimples, too. Jack’s teeth were imperfect, only further pushing David to wonder how he’d come across ownership of this obvious wealth. “Better you than me.”

With that, he started up the stairs. Micheal, who’d remained entirely silent the whole time, gave David a long once-over (reminding David very much of his father) and then continued up the stairs as well. Mr. Kelly’s strength wasn’t exactly lost on David– he was carrying two toddlers up a staircase and he didn’t even seem to be struggling. Strong and attractive as he was, he was awfully prickly.

He’d just lost his wife. Two years? The wound was still fresh. David decided then and there to give this man some grace. He’d prove him wrong and he’d do it gently and carefully, too. 

“Bye, Mr. David!” Luna called, frantically waving at him from over her father’s shoulder. Francis turned around and mimicked her sister with a bright little smile. “Bye-bye!” 

He waved half-heartedly. At least the girls seemed to like him a little bit. 

A glance back at Medda showed him that she was looking at him in an ‘I-told-you-so’ type of manner, and that did nothing to quell his growing nerves.. It seemed that after a bit of math, Jack had a habit of firing a nanny almost every month. Maybe one or two had lasted a bit longer and brought the average up, but the fact remained– David needed to act fast if he wanted to stick around, and he did. The pay was excellent, the children were cute, and something about the mysterious and gorgeous Mr. Kelly had David intrigued. 

With sudden determination, he turned to Miss Medda and drew his hands from his pockets. “I’d like to meet the staff.”

She grinned. “Attaboy.”

[derelictheretic]

Was thinking about this au again,,

[smol-opal-2001]

Head empty crying and thinking about jacob being a dad to kösem

[babyjakes]

safe!dad!andy concept: nurse!andy who works in the pediatric icu, he’s assigned a new little patient who was taken into state custody from her parents. she’s so tiny, maybe only 2 or 3. he’s the first person who’s ever taken care of her properly, giving her basic things she was denied since birth like physical affection, consistent food, cleanliness. he can’t believe how deprived she’s been of literally everything. she bonds to him, calling him her “big friend” 🥺 she doesn’t like it when the night shift comes and he has to go home, she’s always waiting for him to come back in the morning. he eventually decides to take her in once she’s discharged, since he can’t imagine letting her go into foster care.

[we-are-inevitable]

btw in the restaurant au. if you even care. jack goes to culinary school because growing up, his dad always made incredible food, and he started puttering around the kitchen with him when he was like 5 years old. he always wanted to try better recipes and newer things, and his dad- though they didnt have much money- would always save up for good ingredients so jack could cook whatever his little heart desired. cooking was their time; i imagine his dad was a line cook or something, not at a fancy restaurant or anything but at a little diner, and cooking was Their thing. jack would spend all day with his mom, and as soon as his dad came home- no matter how tired he was of cooking, no matter how much he wanted to just go lay down- they would go to the kitchen and he would supervise jack as jack made dinner for everyone.

when jack’s mom gets sick, he’s 10 years old, and his dad has to cut back his time at the diner to take care of her, since jack is in school and can’t be there. this means they bring in less money, so they can’t really afford to pay for the fresh ingredients now; most of their meals at home are dollar store staples. hanburger helper, microwavable TV dinners, sandwiches- they genuinely don’t have the money to spend on fresh produce anymore, and even buying ground beef and chicken breasts is splurging that they can’t often afford.

they live on a shoestring budget until jack can get his first job at age 14. his mom beats cancer the first time, but they’re drowning in medical debt, so jack finds a job that will actually hire him despite not being 15 yet, and his first real job is working as a dishwasher at a restaurant down the street. he works nearly every day, and all of his money is given to his father, despite his father insisting that he doesn’t need a job, he shouldn’t have a job, he’s just a kid and his money should be going toward kid stuff and not paying his parent’s medical bills.

but jack refuses, so they keep it up. i think the only non-mom-related expenses jack has are food related,, sometimes he’ll stop in the little grocery store he would go to with his dad when they were younger and buy fresh vegetables and a little two pound roll of hamburger meat, just so they can at least have one meal that isn’t ready from a box. jack continues this until he’s fifteen, and by the time he turns 15, his mother’s cancer is back, even after only been beaten for a year, and it’s a lot worse.

jack drops out at 15, after having long conversations with his father, and though it breaks his father’s heart to see jack doing this, it’s unfortunately what needs to be done. jack drops out and gets another job on top of the dishwashing, and he ends up as a line cook at a fast food place. they’re able to pay the bills on jack’s paychecks, and get groceries with the little that jack’s dad makes from the days he’s able to work.

jack’s mom passes when he’s 16, leaving jack and his dad to cover both funeral and medical expenses. they’re drowning after that, both grieving in their own ways. jack’s father can barely get out of bed for weeks, but jack is back at work the day after his mother’s funeral because he knows they can’t risk falling behind on bills.

jack’s dad loved his mom so much. they were such a happy family before she got sick, which wasn’t her fault, none of this was ever her fault, but after she passes he’s completely out of commission. he can’t keep a job, he barely talks anymore, he drinks and drinks until jack can’t recognize him. it’s terrifying to watch, but jack gives him his time- he knows that eventually, his father is going to get back on his feet, and he’s going to be okay, and he’s going to go back to work and they’re going to get to relax and things will be fine again.

jack’s dad dies a few days after jack’s 18th birthday. they didn’t see it coming. the paramedics say it was a heart attack. jack likes to think of it as his mom needing his dad. it’s easier to stomach that way.

but that’s fine. everything is fine. jack, freshly 18, plans his second funeral and again, he’s back at work the day after putting his dad in the ground. he sells most of the furniture to have some extra cash. he finds a cheaper apartment in the bad part of town because he can’t afford a two bedroom when he’s just one kid. he has a bed, he has photos of his parents, and he has a kitchen. that’s all he needs.

the next few years pass with jack climbing the ranks in whatever restaurants he can get his hands on. he’s finally in a place where he can save for school, culinary school, and he has more restaurant experience under his belt by the time he’s 21 than most of his older coworkers do. he busts his ass and works so hard to put himself through school, and when he finally gets his certificate after everything, he can rest. he starts applying to different high end restaurants, and he works as a cook in a nice steakhouse for a while, but he doesn’t like his coworkers and knows he deserves more than being miserable.

when he hears about a new restaurant opening in the area, some “high end” burger joint called Pulitzer’s, he throws his hat in the ring with an application and is hired on as the lead chef at the age of 25.

he’s 26 when a new server named David Jacobs is hired, and things start looking up.

[applecherry108]

Will there be a bad guy or any threats to the turtles in genera, like I don't know... Bishop or the krang

Oroku saki with an evil look on his face 👀👀

Love your work ❤️❤️❤️

N….not really? 😅😅😅 The closest my au gets is the Foot Clan and even then, once they realize their Beloved Son is a Hamato, they go about dismantling the dark armor real fast. And without the Evil™️ in their organization, they have no need to free the krang…

And since Draxum has a New Found Appreciation for humans since, you know, his son is genetically human, he sorta….abandons the whole mutagen thing, so none of the mutant villains are present…

Even the Battle Nexus is transformed into a more Ninja Warrior-esque competition…

Honestly, it’s all just interpersonal drama. It’s a lot of custody battles and divorcees getting back together lmao

The biggest villain of this au is Loneliness and Guilt.

Anyways, check out these designs.

[hearts401]

tfw u kidnap ur ex sort of friend and he rocks your shit and nearly kills you and your brother's really short ass friend knocks him out with a frying pan

[hsauwhere]

Homestuck AU where Dad tells Bro to cook meth with him.

[cevansbrat0007]

Something about Andy Bear as a Daddy which really does it for me. To see him being domestic with the kids and then casually fooling out kisses and cuddles on Baby Girl…that is my dream 🥹

Our Andy Bear *loves* being a Daddy. Sure he can be a dramatic, slightly overprotective menace - but that man adores his family. They are his happy place. Barber Family Movie Nights are his absolute favorite thing.

Everyone curls up with blankets and pillows. Sometimes they even "camp out" with sleeping bags and whatnot. Of course Baby Girl usually has to *share* hers with Andy. He claims he gets cold easily. Oh, and certain action sequences make him nervous so he needs the occasional kiss to help calm his anxiety.

But they also find themselves snuggling with the kids too. Good thing they invested in the over-sized sleeping bags and a couple of air mattresses.

This little family loves each other to the moon and back.

You'll find your own Andy Bear and then you'll live your dream and create your own family whenever the time is right. I have faith. And I'm sending some GP magic your way too. Thanks for the ask!

[kiankiwi]

3 for 3: A Family Sickfic...

Summary: A dad!Jacob au fic where your two daughters Amelia and Stella get sick with the stomach flu and then once they get better, they pass it onto Jacob.

CW: vomit

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You woke up to a hand patting your face and you cracked open your eyes to find your eldest daughter crying and sitting on the floor in front of you, her nightgown stained with vomit. "M-mommy I'm sorry." You bolted up and Jacob startled. "What, what's wrong?" Jacob asked as he yawned.

"Squish threw up, can you give her a bath while I go clean her bed?" You asked as you turned on your bedside lamp and inspected your daughter. She was sobbing, sweaty, red in the face and her hair was a mess and her nightgown was ruined. "Oh baby girl... it just snuck up on you didn't it? Here, go with daddy and momma will fix your bed okay?"

Jacob helped Amelia step out of her soiled pajamas and then picked her up and brought her to your jacuzzi tub. "It's alright sweet girl, we'll get you feeling better soon." Jacob sets his daughter on the closed toilet seat and takes a good look at her face. "Can daddy feel your head?" He checks her for a fever. "You're a little warm, not too bad though. We're gonna get you cleaned up and we'll all go back to bed okay? Do you want some bubbles?" Amelia just answered by starting to cry again as Jacob started the faucet. "What honey? Does your tummy hurt again?" In answer, Amelia just coughed hard enough to gag and Jacob raced to cup his hand under her chin just in time for her to spit out a little more vomit.

"Ope, it's okay, let it all up." Jacob said as he pat Amelia's back. "Everything alright?" You asked as you walked into the bathroom, checking on your family. "Just a little more puke," Jacob reported as Amelia whined for you. "You done now honey?" Jacob asked. Amelia nodded before reaching out for you. "MAMA!" You sighed as Jacob set Amelia in the lukewarm water and began washing her up a bit. "I know sweetie, I know." You sat down next to Jacob and reached out to hold your little girls hand which seemed to calm her down a little bit.

"How was her bed?" Jacob asked. "Her bed was clean, she got it on the floor and seemed to step over it before coming for us." Jacob grimaced. "And Stella?" You gave him a thumbs up referring to your youngest daughter. "She's still asleep, I snuck up on her and checked to see if she was warm and she still feels normal." Jacob nodded as he gave Amelia her favorite bath toy. "But you know it's just a matter of time before whatever squish has spreads to Stella right?" You whacked Jacob in his shirtless arm. "Don't jinx it! Let a girl have some hope that this is one and done!" You hoped but you knew this sickness wouldn't be done until you all were down for the count. And you knew it was Stella next and then Jacob. And you had to take care of everyone.

A few minutes later, Jacob lifted your eldest out of the water, wrapping her in her little towel robe and brought her into her room to pick out new pajamas while you prepped to have a sleepover with patient zero. You filled up her Nemo water bottle, set a puke bucket on the nightstand, towels on the floor just in case, a case of crackers and a ginger ale sat on the nightstand too.

You smiled as Jacob carried Amelia back into the room. "This one took her medicine like a champ." You gasped happily. "You did! Good job sweet girl. Can you drink some water for mama and then we can all go back to bed?" You handed it to Jacob because she was clingy to him right now and if he offered it, it was a higher chance she'd actually take it. She took the straw in her mouth with no fussing. "Small sips baby, small sips." She nodded and drank about half of the bottle before she was done. "Alright sickie, time for bed..." You all three got in bed, snuggling your daughter in between you both. "Wake us up if you feel sick again okay baby?" She nodded and clutched onto Jacob's arm, using it as a pillow.

The next morning you woke up to your youngest daughter, Stella sobbing. And this wasn't a "mommy I'm awake cry", it's an "I'm in pain cry" You rolled out of bed, ran for your babies room to find her standing up in her crib, face red and angry, her sheets covered in vomit. "Oh no baby, not you too!" Just as you picked up Stella and she laid her head on your shoulder, you turned around to see a shirtless Jacob rubbing his sleepy eyes in the doorway. "We're two for two..." You sighed as you sat down in Stella's rocking chair with her. "God, all these germs..." Jacob murmured as he stepped forward to check out Stella, rubbing his knuckles over her red cheek. "Is squish okay?" Jacob nodded. "Yeah, yeah, she's still asleep. I just wanted to get some coffee to gear up for today. Since we'll have two sickies now, huh Stells?" Stella whined and reached for her dad. You gratefully handed her over, intrigued by the idea of coffee. You were gonna need a gallon of it today to tackle this sickness.

"Alright girls, I say we take it easy and just cuddle daddy on the couch with some blankies and movies huh? How does that sound?" You asked your daughters as you carried them into the living room. Amelia nodded. "Yeah, Beauty and Beast, daddy?" You smiled, you had looped the movie a thousand times by now but it was still your eldest's favorite. "Yeah, sure baby. We can watch the movie but you gotta let daddy take your temperature again okay?" Jacob asked with a yawn. She nodded as she got comfy on the couch on one side of the couch while her sister sat on the other, her daddy in the middle so Jacob was able to snuggle and cover both the girls at once.

You brought out the thermometer for Amelia and a cup of childrens Tylenol for Stella who was still red and sweaty. She cried as you tried to get her to take it but a promise for some juice after was enough to get her to take it. And the "juice" was just Pedialyte. Just as you got some fluids into Stella, Amelia's thermometer beeped saying her was significantly better, just a small 99.1 now. "Woah, that's so much better, squish! You want to try some toast? Or just have some juice too?" Amelia just snuggled into Jake and requested "juice". "Alright baby, we'll try some toast later." "Movie, daddy, movie!" She requested, getting comfy. "Alright alright squish. The movie's starting!" Jacob said as he finally pressed play.

The girls napped on and off throughout the day, only waking up to get more medicine and drink their sippies full of Pedialyte. And a few days later, when the girls seemed to be on the mend, Jacob woke up feeling terrible. Rolling over, you place your head on Jake's bare chest and immediate notice the unnatural warmth and sweat coming off him. You prop yourself up one an arm and inspect his sleeping face for any sign of pain. He groans in his sleep and you debated waking him to get him some medicine but instead you just ran your hand through his sweaty hair and let him sleep.

You decided to wash out his water bottle and get him a fresh one and you found him awake when you came back into the bedroom after checking on Amelia and Stella who were still vegged out on the couch watching a movie, sweating out the last of their sickness that their daddy has now seemed to catch.

Jacob coughed, reaching for you. "I feel terrible." He rubbed his face groaning. "Oh shit and I have that event tonight!" You smiled and ran your hands through his hair again. "Babe, you clearly have a fever. You're not going anywhere. You'll just have to cancel." Jacob looked at you, his eyes glazed over with sickness. "Are the girls okay?" You nodded, chuckling.

"They're fine, they're on the mend. They're just lazing out on the couch watching a movie. You sir on the other hand need some medicine. Does anything hurt or do you just feel hot?" Jacob stretched out, checking his body for aches and pains. "Ugh, my body hurts. My stomach feels swirly and my head hurts." You nodded. "You gotta have some medicine bub." Jacob grimaced. "No. I'll be fine."

"Jacob." You leveled him with the 'mom' look you used on the girls. "You need it if you want to go to the event later... And I don't want your fever to get worse. You need to stay hydrated and take your medicine. Just like the girls. It's gonna be gross but it'll make you feel better. Cmon, it's either medicine or a cold shower..." Jacob sat up. "Fine, I'll take the medicine." You leaned down to give him a kiss on the forehead. "Good choice, baby. I'll be right back. Do you need a bucket for your stomach at all?" He shook his head. "Bathroom's right there, I'll make it if I need to." You nodded. You were gonna bring a bucket just in case.

You came back ten minutes later to find Jacob retching into the sink. "Baby? Oh baby." You came up behind Jacob and rubbed his back as he continued retching. Once there was a break in the sickness, you helped lower him to the floor next to the toilet in case he was sick again. "You feel better now?" You asked, rubbing Jacob's back. Jacob just groaned. "I'm sorry, love. But you're not going to that event tonight. You'll just have to hunker down in bed and sweat this out. Good news is with medicine it should only last a few days." Jacob groaned again.

Just then you heard your eldest calling for you. "MOMMY!!! Stelly wants milk!" You smiled at what Amelia called her little sister. "Alright baby, give me a minute!" You yelled back. You smiled as you stood up. "Okay, baby give me a second!" You smiled as Jacob flushed the toilet and stood to his feet, wetting his toothbrush to brush his teeth.

"Duty calls. Finish brushing your teeth, maybe take a shower and I'll be right back with your medicine okay?" Jake nodded. "Yes ma'am." You smiled and went to find the girls who were now seemed to be back to their regular selves.

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This is an introduction fic to the dad!Jacob AU... a family AU starring you Jake, and your 2 (soon to be 4 girls). Amelia, Stella (Karina and Lucy are yet to be born!) I hope you enjoy it!

@crypticminx thank you for the help with this new AU..

creating AU's is so much fun

@mooodyblue

I hope you enjoyed it! happy reading!

[stephreynaart]

Based off the spoiled babies I always see at work

[ice-coffeeeee]

AHHHHHHHGGGG FINALLYYYYY

[perkeleen-lavellan]

In the interview for the illustrated guide to Twilight Stephanie Meyer, when asked about Alice, said something along the lines of, I wish there was a real person like that, a friend like that, because she was so wonderful there had to be someone like her, and I had to sit down (I was reading it don't @ me) and joke to myself "Well girl what you want is a lesbian bestie with a crush on your heterosexual self gl"

[transheimdall]

i want to see a psychological battle between john seed and heimdall . who comes out crying first