#her baby dadddyyyy

[metalsiren]

♠️ gimme

the  way  andrei  is  her  protector,  an  absolute  modern-day  warrior  in  her  eyes,  a  sword  makes  the  most  sense.  she'd  get  it  exactly  where  the  photo  shows,  down  the  length  of  her  forearm,  though  probably  a  little  bit  smaller  just  because  she  tends  to  keep  most  of  her  designs  small.

@razorfst sent ♠️ to find out what tattoo sawyer would get to represent them .

[80s4life]

When A Door Closes (Another One Opens)*

Word Count: 3,057

Status: Requested!

Ask: i have a request for john kreese. . . so basically he has a long day at the dojo, coming home in a bad mood, only to see that the reader has surprised him with dinner and lingerie. and he takes his frustrations out on her. with an age gap and daddy kink and maybe some fluffy (or as fluffy you can get with him lol) aftercare if you so wish <3

@: A spicy, SPICY anon that awakened something in me istg

A/N: Below, there is a provided link of lingerie I picked out, however, it doesn't have to be used and it can be whatever you choose. This is just what I used and described for this! Go wild!

Fandom: Karate Kid/ Cobra Kai Series (could really be any age of Kreese at this point, man never gives up on karate)

Relationship: John Kreese x Female!Reader

Summary: He works hard, day and night, 24/7, 7 days a week, 4 weeks a month, 12 months a year. The man lives and breathes for the children and Cobra Kai, but sometimes, and only sometimes, the pressure is just too much. Even for big bad, John Kreese.

Warnings: smut, fluff, daddy kink (as promised), lingerie, teasing, oral (f! receiving), age-gap pairing, strong language, aftercare, degrading (not sexual)

Masterlist Karate Kid Masterlist

Key: Y/B = Your Beverage (I didn't choose Your Alcoholic Beverage becasue some people don't like to drink)

{gifs are not mine, credits go to @danielslaw & @nautilusgf}

DADDDYYYY

Today really wasn't one of those days.

Not only has Johnny decided to pick a fight and come in with the biggest attitude Reseda has ever seen, but he also was unfocused, sloppy and directed every snarky idea he'd had at Kreese. Tommy was nervous and fidgety, Dutch was unbothered and unfocused, Jimmy was lost, and Bobby was just trying to go through the motions. However, despite every attempt Kreese had given, no order was to be set into place today.

Not when the tournament is tomorrow.

Sighing deeply through his nose, he gives it one last try, "Fall in line!"

Grumbling, the boys do as follows, trudging over and straightening their forms, hands outstretched stiffly before them, fists clenched at their thighs.

"Now," Kreese demonstrates a punch, high knee, defensive step back, high kick, then falls back into place, "Repeat!"

Begrudgingly, the boys try to follow along, but truthfully, only Tommy was truly paying attention. Although they were following through with their commands, they were tired, weak and annoyed. Since 12 this afternoon, they'd been hard at work, going through the motions to ensure perfection for tomorrow, but time's caught up with them and no breaks truly brought all of them to their breaking points.

It was in Kreese's best intentions to train them for their grand finale - their chance to prove their excellence to the whole town. He's overworking them, sure, but they needed to be ready. Not only to beat that LaRusso kid and his mentor, but to be able to leave that arena tomorrow as champions. He knew they had that ability, he knew his students.

"God dammit! Enough!" he screams, the children losing focus on what they were instructed to do. Face reddening, Kreese tries to calm the rage threatening to bubble over and consume him whole. "Is this a dojo or a fucking daycare?"

Straightening their stances once more, all humor leaves their faces, visibly paling under Kreese's scrutiny.

"Did I train babies or champions?" he asks, staring daggers into each one of the boys. "Hm?"

"Champions, Sensei!" they chant. All except Johnny, who instead, chooses to roll his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, Lawrence. Something you want to inform the class?"

Looking straight into their eyes, Johnny says nothing, doesn't even move an inch.

"I asked you a question, I will not repeat myself," he warns, gritting his teeth at the adolescent.

"No, Sensei," he spits back.

"Good," a smug smile appears on Kreese's face, "Class is dismissed. Get cleaned up, eat, get some sleep, and be back here early in the morning for dressing and bussing. We have a tournament to win."

With that, the boys move almost instantaneously, muttering complaints amongst themselves as they quickly take their leave, too afraid that if they were to stay, they'd be forced to practice more.

Sighing deeply for what feels like the millionth time today, Kreese checks up on the office, arranging some files, but otherwise leaves everything as it is. Too tired to do much else, he switches off the lights with his keys in hand, closing the blinds and locking the front doors with a soft turn of his keys. Hopping in the truck, he turns the radio off, puts the windows down and speeds down the highway, wanting to get as far away from the dojo as possible for now.

When his car pulls into the driveway, he turns the ignition off with a grumble, placing his head on the steering wheel in order to compose himself. It's only inevitable that if he doesn't drop the attitude at the door now, he'll be sleeping on the couch tonight.

***

Hearing the familiar thrum of the engine outside, you quickly dry your hands off with a towel, going to check yourself at the door as you go to greet him. {x}

You can feel your pulse buzzing beneath your skin as you adjust the straps, making sure to pull the cups down and around to allow more cleavage to show, pulling the straps of the thong just a tad higher for your own approval. Giggling, your eyes catch the bow on your back, adding to the little maid touch you had in mind when you picked it.

It was a simple number, not too much and not too little, but you liked it. You knew of how hard Kreese had been working and the stress the dojo had been putting on him. Today was his night, and you were going to shower him like a king.

Opening the door with a wide grin, your eyes land on ones of deep frustration and annoyance, hands playing with keys as they jangle and rattle, locking his truck door.

Turning around, he stops in his tracks, eyes scanning your frame from head to toe. With a giggle, you lean against the door frame, giving a cheeky grin paired with a delicate wave, "Hiya, Handsome."

A small smile falls onto his lips instantly, walking up to the porch to greet you. Bending down, he goes to peck your cheek, "Is this all for me?"

Dodging his lips, you open the door wider and push yourself closer to the frame, allowing himself more access into your shared home. "Maybe, maybe not."

With a low growl, Kreese trudges in, placing his keys on the rack and taking his boots off with his feet, hanging his coat up as he goes. Sniffing the air, he smiles, "Something smells good," and beelines to the kitchen.

Standing at the door for a moment more, your smile falls a bit, dejection striking right through your heart while your close and lock the front door, jogging past him in order to prevent him from entering the kitchen. "No," you hold up a hand, "Go sit down. I've got this."

Without much of an argument, he spins on his heel, grabbing a bottle of Scotch from the bar as he breezes into the dining room, eyes glazing over the ornate display you've set for him.

The table was decorated for two, rose petals dancing around the unused areas with not much of the hard wood shown underneath the sheer amount. The plates were set on either end, napkins neatly folded with the fine china glinting under the dim chandelier light, wine glasses placed to the left of both mats everything way laying on top of.

You watch patiently from the kitchen, leaning on the island as you watch, waiting for a reaction. Acknowledgement. Appreciation. Anything.

However, he just simply huffs, apparently amused at the seemingly childish display of affection you had so patiently, meticulously placed. Claiming one of the ends, he sits down, peeling the brand new label off of the Scotch you bought today with his teeth, pouring a hefty glass into the wine glass on the table.

Once more, you feel the pang straight into your gut, trying to fight the wave of irritation at his dismissive behavior. No, his asinine, entitled, arrogant behavior.

Not only had he so much as given you a once-over, but there was nothing else and he'd only been here for 20 minutes.

Saving face once again, you put the kitchen gloves on your hands, pulling the roast out of the oven and kicking it closed with your heel. Slowly, you pace your way to the dining table as seductively and politely as possible, making sure to put on a show of bending over when placing the pot on the heating mat at the center.

Taking the gloves off, you put them back in their respective place, grabbing your favorite bottle of Y/B to pour into your glass. To add to your annoyance, although small and petty, you thought he would've had the common decency of getting it for you.

"Dig in," you smile, allowing him to stand first, filling his plate with carrots, celery, pot roast, mushrooms, and some of the gravy they were slow-cooked in.

You soon follow silently and before long, dinner is going by quickly without a word spoken. Your irritation had bloomed into self-righteous anger and you let it show, all of your emotion written all over your face and body language.

Sitting back in your seat, your cross one leg over your knee, arms crossed loosely over your chest. Kreese, across the table, sits with his hands folded on his stomach, legs spread and eyes staring straight back into yours.

You can't tell if he's testing you or not, but whatever it is isn't going to last another second.

"You gonna tell me what the fuck your problem is or do you want me to play the guessing game?"

He snorts, rolling his eyes at the snide attitude, "What happened to the sweet housewife act?"

"It dropped the second the Dickhead shot down all of her hard work she'd done all day."

Kreese shrugs, eyes boring holes into yours, unwavering in your stare-down.

"Fine, you won't tell me, I'm not going to keep catering to you. You can sit here and have your pity party by yourself."

Roughly pulling out your chair, you don't bother to push it back in, going to walk past him as you leave the dining room, throwing the napkin somewhere on the table in annoyance. Striding out of the room, you take your bottle with you, taking a large swig, going to the kitchen to grab your keys.

Spinning around, you are met with calloused hands grabbing your hips, roughing throwing you into the island behind you. "Get the fuck off me, Kreese, I'm going home."

He doesn't listen to you, instead, his hands play with the thin material of the sheer lingerie, stroking your sides. Head dipping down, his teeth graze your earlobe, "You're so sexy when you're angry." Slowly, his head dips lower, biting your beck lightly, sending a shiver down your spine.

"You're an Asshole, you know that?"

"You can tolerate it," you can hear the smile in his voice, tongue licking a stripe from the base of your neck back up to your ear, placing another bite.

Whimpering, you mentally curse yourself for falling into his games so easily, hands slipping underneath his shirt, playing with the shirt hairs of his happy trail and tugging hard.

Yelping, he pulls back, allowing you enough space to break out. Briskly, you grab the keys back off the counter and trudge towards the door once more. This time, you are able to make it to the door, but just as you open it, a hand tugs on yours again.

Pulling you to him again, Kreese hoists you up and over his shoulder, preventing your from any further escape, closing the door and locking it as it was before. "Nice try," he giggles, "but you're not leaving that easy."

Groaning, you punch at his back and squeal, a hard smack landing right on your open ass. Walking past the front of the house, he takes you down the hall to the bedroom, opening and closing the door, then throwing you onto the bed with a soft bounce.

Scrambling to spin around, Kreese strips his shirt, puling you to the edge of the bed by your ankles. Grabbing your jaw with one large hand, his mouth collides with yours, your hands going to fiddle with the belt on his jeans.

Undoing the buckle and pulling it through the loops, you're quick to pull on his zipper, but his hands are quick to stop you. Rather, he helps rid you of your bra, pulling it up and over your head. "Such a pretty little thing, such a shame it had to go," he remarks with no remorse, watching as your breasts spring free, nipples hardening at the change in temperature.

You go to pull of your thong, but with a shake of his head, you stop your hands at the waist band, watching as he strips himself of his dark denim jeans, underwear close behind.

"Sit back, Baby," he instructs. Bracing yourself back on your elbows, his hands pull you even further off the bed until your ass reaches the end.

Hooking your knees on his shoulders, he bends down on his knees before you and with a sly grin, his head delves between your thighs. Sliding the thong to the side, his tongue flattens and licks a long, wide stripe over the entirety of your mound, then gives your lips one large suck.

Groaning, you arch closer to him, "Stop teasing, you've been enough of a Dick today."

A deep, full laugh, erupts from him, vibrating your core and making you whine again in want. Finally giving in, his lips attach to your aching clit, working in intervals of sucking and lapping at your moist skin.

Your hand attaches itself to his hair, pulling his head impossibly closer, moaning his name as the pressure starts to build in slow, pleasurable waves.

His tongue laps at your folds, occasionally flicking your clit. Adding his finger, another one soon follow as he works you open, your stomach tightening as you arch and flex at the impossible bliss.

Just as you feel the familiar knot begin to build, Kreese completely removes himself from you, backing away and standing before you with a satisfied smile plastered on his face.

Groaning, you throw your head back in annoyance, jumping when his hands find your waist again. Pulling you up, he turns you around and pushes you farther up the bed.

In annoyance, you attempt to get back up and tell him off, but his hand pins your head back into the cushions, the other placing weight on the small of your back as he lines himself up behind you, forcing you to arch up.

Stroking himself a few times, Kreese teases his tip at your entrance, pushing in slowly, allowing the head and then pulling back out again. Whining, you clench around nothing, his hand sliding his tip through your folds to gather your slick.

"Beg," he orders.

"Please," you muffle through the pillows.

"Please what, Baby Girl? You're going to have to use your words."

"Please fuck me. Take it out on me. All of it, I want it all!"

His hand hooks the small material of your thong to the side, he pushes in with one hard thrust, gasping as the sudden warmth and fill. Allowing you to adjust, he slowly ruts into you until he's buried to the hilt. You both sigh in content, giving a thumbs up jokingly as you allow him to move.

He starts small, but as he continues, the stresses of the day come back into the forefront of his mind. Growling, he grabs a handful of your hair, yanking it back as he starts to pick up the speed. Thrusting harder, you struggle to stay in place, hands coming up to latch onto the headboard, crying out as he continues his merciless pace.

His hand comes down to slap your ass, then gives another for good measure. His hands come down to dig into your hips, fingers feeling like daggers as they latch on, the slapping of skin and your moans being the only noises in the room.

The bed creaks as he slams in harder, throwing you forward as he continues his assault, another slap to you ass. Red hand prints decorate each of them equally, stinging in the cool of the room, your sweat adding to the force of each hit.

You whine, clenching around him impossibly harder. "K-Kreese."

"Ah-Ah-Ah," he tuts.

"D-Daddy!" you cry, white-knuckling the headboard.

"Go ahead, come. Come all over Daddy's cock."

You combust within seconds, jerking as he continues to ram you from the back through your mind numbing orgasm. Knees quaking, Kreese doesn't let up, head thrown back with his eyes closed. You moan again, your walls taut against his unsatisfied cock.

"Come for me, Daddy. Come inside. I want to feel you," you whine, eyes watering at the overstimulation.

Sure enough, his thrusts become sloppy and irregular, his seed bursting in you in hot, sticky loads. Growling beastly and carnal, he chokes on air, mouth wide open as he gasps for air. He slowly rides his orgasm, igniting a second from you out of surprise.

Feeling as his cock softens inside you, you hiss as he slides back out. He watches with bewildered amusement as he cums seeps out of your tiny hole, the white liquid dribbling out and onto the deep red sheets.

"Stay," he warns sweetly, going to the bathroom to grab a towel.

Coming back, he makes sure to lightly wipe, jerking as he pats your overworked parts. Cleaning up as best he can, he wipes at the sheets, too, throwing the towel somewhere on the floor.

Dropping onto the bed, you slip out of the thong, the material now a sticky and annoying constriction. Kreese follows behind you, laying in bed beside you, pulling the covers up to cover the both of you.

Turning to face him, you give him a playful smirk, "I guess my plan worked, huh?"

"I needed that," he grins.

You snort, "You need a good beating, too."

He playfully rolls his eyes, pulling you in to rest your head in the crook of his arm and chest, the other splayed across your waist.

"An apology would be nice," you joke halfheartedly. You really did want that apology, but that wasn't Kreese's nature; he didn't want to be wrong and most certainly doesn't want to admit to it when he is. "Just don't pull that shit anymore. I'm not just some punching bag."

He nods with a tired blink of acknowledgement. That's good enough. Pecking his cheek, you turn in his arms, tucking your head beneath his,. Your hands tangle with his, interlocking your fingers and with a smile, allow sleep to overcome you.

Just though the haze before you sleep, however, you hear his voice whisper, deep and low, "I'm sorry, Baby Girl," his arms squeezing you in just a tad bit closer.

BONUS!!! I found this meme funny and I've seen it a million times, so here:

[pinknatural]

On Monday night, Cas kneels beside the bed and folds his hands, dipping his forehead against the blankets and closing his eyes, lips moving soundlessly. Dean sits on the bed, still as a statue, and watches him, afraid to move. 

When Cas straightens his head and uncurls, standing up, his eyes are wet with tears. Dean reaches for him and Cas falls onto the bed, presses his face into Dean’s neck, sobs silently. Dean holds him close, one hand cradling his head and the other rubbing his back, and he stares at their ceiling. 

Dear Jack, or God, or whoever, he prays. Please come back. Please come home. We miss you. 

On Tuesday morning, Dean untangles himself from Cas gently and brushes the hair from his forehead, presses a kiss to the uncovered skin. He gets out of bed and tiptoes out the door. He’ll get Cas some coffee. It’s the least he can do.

Dean’s chest feels tangled in knots, misery weighing heavily on him. All Dean can think about are his mistakes, all the ways he’s screwed up his kid. All the ways he’s done what he swore he’d never do, three nights after Sam left for Stanford, when he was curled up in a motel bathtub, hiding from his own father. 

But today’s not about Dean, or his guilt, or his pain. It’s about Cas, and it’s about Jack. 

Dean creeps down the stairs, holding the ends of the dead guy robe up so he doesn’t slip. He drops the fabric once he reaches the hardwood floor down below, and he heads for the kitchen. 

Something rattles, and he freezes.

There’s a knife tucked into the leather jacket hanging by the front door, and Dean slides his hand into the pocket, curls his fingers around the hilt. He glides on socked feet towards the kitchen, hoping it’s just Claire--but Claire never wakes up this early. 

From the kitchen, something clatters and falls. It sounds like bowls falling, and Dean takes bigger steps, readying his knife. When he turns the corner into the kitchen, though, it’s not a shitty robber or a demon or Claire or anything else Dean thought it might be. 

A chair from the kitchen table was dragged across the room, pushed up against the cabinets. The cabinet with the bowls is both open and empty, and the plastic bowls are scattered against the counter and floor. On top of the kitchen chair is a little boy--three or four, with blonde-brown hair and wide blue eyes. His little arms are reached out to the fallen bowls, as if he tried and failed to stop them from falling. He freezes and blinks at Dean, who stares back at him. 

“Dean!” the boy cries, and he jumps off the chair and runs full-tilt at Dean, wrapping his little arms around Dean’s leg and burying his face in Dean’s gut. Dean startles and crouches down, disrupting the kid’s hold. 

“Hey,” he says gently, unwilling to scare the kid. The little boy is beaming, a bright smile, little baby teeth lined up and gleaming. He has a smattering of freckles across his nose, and he’s wearing a pair of pink dinosaur pajama pants, with a slightly oversized Led Zeppelin t-shirt. His socks say DADDY’S LIL ANGEL on the top of his feet. Dean surveys the boy’s face again. “Jack?” he asks eventually, unsure who else it would be, and maybe a little too hopeful to be thinking straight. 

“Yes!” the boy--Jack, apparently--says, flinging his arms around Dean’s neck. Dean hugs him back, confused, and inhales. He smells like the strawberry shampoo he used at the Bunker. 

“Hey, buddy,” Dean says, and he stands, his back protesting at the crouch, pulling the little boy up with him. “How are you here? Why are you little?”

“I was all done!” Jack says proudly, spreading his arms out wide and nearly smacking Dean in the face. 

“All done?”

“All done!” Jack confirms. “I was soooo tired. So I came home! And now I want cereal.”

He wiggles in Dean’s arms, trying to get down. Dean yields, and Jack runs to the fallen bowls, picking up Claire’s favorite purple one. Dean watches, astounded, as Jack opens the cabinet but can’t reach the cereal. He follows and reaches for it, puts it on the counter. 

Jack is here. Jack is home. Jack is his actual age. Dean wonders if he has powers, then he decides it doesn’t matter. If he does, they can deal with that later. 

“Hey, Jack,” Dean says. “Come here.” 

Jack runs up to him, still clutching his bowl. He lifts his arms obediently, and Dean picks him up, gently takes the bowl from his hand and puts it on the counter. 

“You’re home?” Dean asks. “For good? This isn’t a dream?”

“I’m home!” Jack says, kicking his legs. “For ever and ever.” His eyes go wide and uncertain. “You said I could.”

“Yeah, buddy,” Dean says, a lump in his throat. “Of course I did.” He cups the back of Jack’s head and brings their foreheads together, wills away his tears. “Come on, you can have cereal in a little bit.” 

He turns away from the mess in his kitchen and towards the stairs. “How did you know we wouldn’t be at the Bunker?”

“I wanted to come home,” Jack says. “Not the Bunker.”

Dean blinks rapidly. Jack pokes the picture of his older self as they pass it on the stairwell. Dean stops at the top of the stairs, turns his head to the left to look at Claire’s bedroom, the door shut tight. 

“Shh,” Dean says, and Jack nods solemnly. 

“Shh,” he repeats. 

Dean turns his head to the right, to look at the door across from Claire’s. It’s shut, too, out of respect. They’ll go there later, Dean decides. They’ll see if Jack likes the decorations Cas put up, or if they’ll have to go to the store and change it. Dean will be thrilled either way. 

He keeps walking. His bedroom is at the end of the hall, past Claire’s bathroom, and Dean pushes open the door gently. 

“Okay,” he whispers to Jack. “You can jump, but only if you’re very careful.”

“Okay,” Jack whispers back, and Dean dumps him onto the bed. Jack stands and walks the three steps it takes to get him to the middle of the bed. He falls to his knees and pokes at Cas’s chest, then bounces on the mattress beside him. “Daddy, wake up.”

Dean’s heart melts, and Jack pokes at Cas’s cheek, then his nose. Cas doesn’t wake up, and Jack crawls on top of him. 

“Dadddyyyy,” he says. Cas startles, then blinks awake, bleary. Dean watches his eyes slit open, confused, and the blue eyes focus on the little boy sitting on his chest. Then Cas shoots upright, hands on Jack’s shoulders. 

He looks at Dean, who nods, then he looks back at Jack.

“Jack?” he whispers. 

“Daddy!” Jack says happily, then Cas squishes him to his chest, curling over him. 

“Jack,” he breathes. “Oh, you came back.”

“Yep!” Jack says, voice muffled, and Dean sits down, crawls onto the bed. 

“Apparently he was all done,” Dean says. 

“Yep!” Jack says again. “Auntie Amara said it was time to go home.”

“Of course it was,” Cas says, his voice fragile, and he rocks back and forth, holding Jack to his chest. He looks up at Dean, eyes wet, and Dean hugs him. 

They stay like that for a long moment, Jack pressed between them, clutching onto Cas’s shirt with tiny fingers. Dean exhales shakily and presses his forehead to Cas’s, then he remembers something. 

“Hey buddy,” he says. “Do you know what day it is?”

“Ummm,” Jack says. “Tuesday?”

“No, baby,” Cas says, sniffing. 

“No, it’s Tuesday,” Jack argues.

“Of course it is,” Dean says. “But do you know what else it is?”

“No,” Jack says. 

“It’s your birthday,” Dean says. “You’re four now.”

“Wow,” Jack says. He wiggles in excitement. “Does that mean we can have cake?”

“Of course we can,” Cas says, making a noise that sounds like a sob and a laugh at the same time. 

“And a biiiiiiggg party?” Jack asks. 

“The biggest,” Dean promises. 

“With Uncle Sammy?” Jack asks. Dean doesn’t know where he picked up “Uncle Sammy”, but he hopes Jack calls him that forever. 

“Of course,” Dean says. “I’ll call him in a few minutes. We’ll call everyone.”

“Everyone?” Jack asks. 

“Everyone,” Dean says. 

“Even Kaia?”

“Especially Kaia,” Dean says. He looks at Cas, realizing that he’s not the only person living in this house, but Cas doesn’t seem like he’s about to argue. In fact, he’s making his calculations face--probably wondering who to invite, who can get here on time and so last minute. 

Dean realizes, suddenly, that Claire and Jack have never met. They’ll have to remedy that. 

They can, now. 

They can do anything, Dean realizes, as they get out of bed and Cas says something about no baby clothes and Jack protests that he’s not a baby, as they tiptoe past Claire’s room to retrieve the promised cereal. Dean unlocks his phone on autopilot, opening the phone app and turning to the favorites tab. When Dean was four, his family was destroyed. 

Claire comes downstairs, Miracle in tow, and she shakes Jack’s hand solemnly. Sam screams over the phone. Rowena shows up in half an hour with a closet full of clothes fit for a four year old. Eileen and Sam bring balloons and streamers. 

Cas is alive, Dean thinks while he mixes the cake. Sam is hanging up streamers across the room. Jody and the girls bustle in with enough food to feed an army. Claire lets Jack climb on her, looking a bit frightened and a bit resigned. Kaia helps Jack put on a tutu over his jeans. Dean slides the cake into the oven, and watches Eileen teach Alex how to sign happy birthday. 

Jack is here now. He’s here and he’s four, and Dean’s family was destroyed when he was four, and now his son is four years old. 

“Our family’s all together,” Dean whispers into Cas’s ear. Cas kisses him briefly. Dean had tried to keep track of their kisses, at first, but he’s lost count. 

“Yes,” Cas says, eyes bright. “They are.”

(ao3)

[mistyfoxxy]

I love to see Moon talking to her baby sister in her mom’s stomach and hearing it kick . It shows the special bond the two sisters have even then

Moon jumped on to the couch skillfully next to her mother. Her mama was stretched out in a weird position as she snored loudly.

Moon giggled and kissed her mama’s cheek quickly before leaning down and pressing an ear against her large round belly.

“Psst. Little baby. It’s me. Moon. Whatcha doing?” She whispered.

She felt something move against her ear as the baby ‘kicked’ as mama had called it.

“Oh I see. That’s reallllly cool.”

The baby kicked some more in excitement.

“Ok ok. I don’t actually know what you said. Sorry if it’s not cool. But don’t worry, when you get here I’ll show you all kinds of cool stuff, like fire!” Moon giggled at the thought.

A hand came down and rubbed moons head softly. “Maybe wait until she’s a little older before you show her that.” Her mama lazily smiled as she rubbed her eyes.

“Oh sorry mama. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s ok Moon. You can’t help how excited the baby gets when your around. I’m a heavy sleeper to outside stuff, not what going on inside.” Willow laughed and tickled the small girl.

“Mama! Stop it! Haha! Dadddyyyy!”

[footballerimaginess]

Damage is already done.

Coparenting with (Trent) and going on a family vacation with his family too and he realises his never stopped loving and wants to win you back Word Count: 778  You were going on a family vacation with Trent and the kids. Trent’s family was all going too as he had booked an all exclusive villa to Spain.  “Mummy I’m so excited to go and see daddy” indie squealed as you had finished packing all the bags. “I’m glad you are, now all we need to take is the bags. Your little mini cases for the plane” you smiled at Indie and Carter. “Do we have to go to sleep?” Indie sighed. “Well I would like you too. You’ll be so moody on the plane and I’m not dealing with that your dad can” you laughed. 6am rolled round. The children didn’t sleep as they were far too excited. “I can’t deal with all the loud noises this early in the morning. Please use indoor voices for now please” you mumbled as you rubbed the side of your temples.  The was a car coming to pick you up. Trent had organised everything to the finest inch he could. 

“Right, that is the car that is taking us to the airport” you said as the children both run excitedly to the door. Climbing in the car as you helped the taxi driver to put all of your bags in the car. “Thank you” you smiled as you got into the car, putting the seatbelts on Indie and Carter.  The children were tired now, they were finally quiet for once. Your mind was going other places, this was the first time that you were seeing Trent’s family since your break up. You didn’t take it well, whenever you saw him you struggled to get over the fact the two of you broke up. -

You finally got to the airport, dragging two children along with you who hadn’t slept a wink because they were far too excited. You had suitcases with you as you somehow tried to focus on the two children without losing either of them.  “Hello” you walked up to Trent’s family who were standing there as you walked past. The two children ran up excitedly to them all as they greeted Indie and Carter.  “Hello, how are you?” Trent’s mum cuddled you. “Yeah I am good thank you. How are you?” you asked her as you let go from the hug. “Good thank you. It feels like I haven’t seen you in so long. I hope you are okay” you nodded. “Yeah I am okay, thank you” you smiled at her.  - You headed to get the plane once you had boarded. Trent was meeting everyone out there at the villa instead of getting the plane with you all.  Having two small children on a plane was stressful enough, but luckily his parent’s were really good with the both of them.  The flight wasn’t as maniac as you were expecting it to be, Indie and Carter were loving their time with their Nan and Grandad. They were snuggled up to them for majority of the flight and were giggling the whole time which was so lovely to see.  - Now you landed in Spain, Trent had put a car on for you all to take you to the villa. “Wow look how pretty it looks here” you placed Indie down as she ran straight in.  “Dadddyyyy” Indie shouted as Trent bent down with his arms stretched for her to run straight into them. “Hello baby, are you excited to be here. Look we have a pool?” Trent pointed. “Ahh can we go in it?” Indie asked as Carter came running in to see his Dad. “Yes later we can” he smiled as he stood up and put Indie on his hip.  - You put your bikini on and headed down to the pool. “You doing that on purpose?” you stopped in your tracks. “Huh?” you looked at him confused. “You in that bikini. You look amazing” Trent smiled “Thanks, but I am hot. I am not covering up” you stated.  Trent nodded as he watched you walk away. Sighing loudly in the process. He headed up the pool and headed to go and see you. “Hey” Trent smiled as he sat on the edge of the pool as you were relaxing in the pool. “Hi” you smiled. “I am sorry” Trent mumbled. “Why? You just realised how wrong you were” you moaned at him as you turned to face him. “Yes I did. I saw you today and everything came flooding back. I miss you. I love you so much still. I know I hurt you so much, the damage is going to take time to recover I know that. But I want you back” Trent mumbled.  Anyone for part 2? TAGLIST: @footballffbarbiex @evie-pr @trentski26 @footballdaydream @footballxixstars @meteora-fc @sanchos-dream @penguintransporter @football-and-fanfics @mrsmctominay @wheelergrealish if you wish to be tagged, please let me know. 

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The Accidental Family - Chapter 3

Henry Cavill x OFC multi-chapter

< Chap 2 | Chap 3 Is there a handbook to this? | Chap 4 >

Disclaimer: Fluff, some strong language

Word count: 2.080

Author’s note: I had a super fun online dinner with my in-laws yesterday. Me and my boyfriend cooked all the courses and had them sent out to everyone - we had a blast! I hope all of you dear readers are doing okay; I’m sending all my love to you! And..of course another chapter of this little series ❤️

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‘Have fun tonight. And if it’s too much; take a break.’ The nurse shot Henry a warning glare before she stepped out of the door, Henry’s warm smile showing just how eager he was to send her out so he and Bee could get the house ready for the arrival of the kids.

THE KIDS. HOLY… The thought alone made his stomach jump in excitement and terror.

Clicking the door closed, he was met with the mildly worried gaze of Phoebe, her arms folded over her long sleeve shirt, long blond hair braided away from her face.

‘What?’ Henry gulped, thinking he had done something wrong.

But Phoebe just grinned, her lips curling in a smile. ‘I never thought I’d see a man this excited to learn he was the father of four kids..but here we are.’

‘Well, can’t back up now, can I?’

Phoebe let out a chuckle. ‘You bet your ass you can’t, Mr Cavill!’ But as the words escaped her lips, that all familiar agony moved over her face. ‘I mean. It’s okay, if it’s..not what you want. I mean, you can’t remember and..it’s a lot..and..’

‘Bee.’ Henry sighed. She was right to think this was a lot to take in. And he was looking at a long recovery time. Many patients changed after such a traumatic event. And even though he thought he had always wanted this, a family, it was like being hit by a train at full speed, the way he was thrown in a life he didn’t know how to live. He cleared his throat and stepped in closer, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip. ‘So, what do we do now?’

Phoebe sighed. ‘Well, they’re just here for a visit. But I thought we could make some tea and biscuits and..’

‘I’ll make the tea.’ Henry smiled.

‘Sure?’

‘That I am. Though I’m so sure on how I am to handle four kids.’

Phoebe stepped in and clasped a hand around his shoulder, squeezing it gently. ‘Two hours, that’s it. And if it’s too much, you just head upstairs and we’ll say you needed to sleep early - they’re familiar with that.’

Henry looked down at her hand on his shoulder, her fingers quickly letting go, thinking he disliked it. He took another deep breath and slowly nodded. ‘Any other..things?’

Phoebe shrugged and laughed. ‘Well. I don’t even know where to start.’

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Henry was glad he was about 4 times the size of these four little monkeys, because by the time their shoes were removed and Kal was decorated with their scarves, Henry was next in line to be welcomed by their grabby hands which clung to him like they were a pack of little Koala bears.

Henry thought he had plenty of experience with his little nephews and nieces. But this sure was different. Tumbles of dark brown curls cascaded over mischievous pairs of blue eyes, the youngest one somehow the fastest of them all as he crawled around the living room as if possessed, little knees thudding on the floorboards.

‘DADDDYYYY.’ They all screamed, tugging at his clothes and starting different stories all at the same time, their eager hands begging for his attention as their eyes lit up with excitement.

There was the eldest, Sam, a shy 4 year old boy. There were the twins. A boy and girl, Max and Piper - a rowdy bunch, now 3 years old. And the youngest, 1 year old Cole, named after his granddaddy, the same granddaddy having opted for settling down in the reading chair in the corner as he waited for the storm to pass.

‘H-hi.’ Henry breathed, looking down at the bouncing heads of his kids, his hands awkwardly brushing over their curls.

‘Daddy! Daddy! Did you see my draw-things?! I made like,’ The little girl widened her arms. ‘THIS many.’

‘OH, did you now? That’s a lot.’

‘Yea, and granny helped! And we baked cookies and..’ - ‘Daddy, I need to go peepee!!!’

And then the youngest started to cry as he failed to get the attention he wanted, his bone wrenching, shrilly cries reverberating through the suddenly much too small living room. Henry looked in panic at Phoebe and his mom, who were looking at the situation in mild shock; maybe it had been a little too rash to introduce him to ALL the kids at once. But here they were. Clinging to him like it was just another Tuesday. Four monkey babies, excited to see their dad after what seemed like a lifetime in their short little lives.  

It took another fifteen minutes to somewhat calm the children, Henry having settled on a dining room chair as he watched the four pairs of blue eyes that stared back at him. The youngest had settled on Phoebe’s lap, his head rested on her slow breathing chest, and the twins had settled on the carpet, twiddling with the long strings of the rug as they nagged yet again that they were bored.

‘But I want my toys mommm.’ Piper nagged.

Next up was the youngest, who started to cry again, making Phoebe sigh in exasperation as she bounced him on her lap, before she decided it best to take a little walk, her slim legs walking out into the hallway, leaving Henry with the other three kids and his parents.

‘Are you my daddy?’ Sam frowned, sitting on the couch next to his grandma, large blue eyes studying the strangely familiar being that was Henry. Henry gulped at the boy’s question, his lack of knowledge of these children making the situation ever the more painful.

‘I eh..’ He frowned as he heard even louder crying coming from the kitchen, Phoebe trying her best to shush the crying babe. ‘I am.’

‘So why don’t you play with us?!’ Max exclaimed, falling down on his little back, hands stretching out to poke at his sister who growled like an annoyed little tiger cub.

‘MAAXXXX. Granny he’s doing it - OUCH - GRANNYYY.’

‘You two! Calm it, or you’ll go in time-out.’

‘But daddy is being weirdddd.’ Max protested, jutting out his lip.

‘But I’m still your daddy.’ Henry said, slowly crawling from his seat to settle down on the rug as well, his eyes searching the gaze of the twins, whose eyes immediately lit up - playtime? PLAYTIME!

‘So you’re going to play with us?’

‘HORSEYYYYY.’ Piper cheered, crawling out to Henry to tug on his sweater to climb up to his back. Henry, however, was quick to stop her, before she’d accidentally tug his hair and agitate his head wound.

‘DADDyyyy.’ She cried, fighting him as he settled her back on her bum. ‘But I wanna..’

‘Piper, hey, hey. Look at me.’ Henry’s voice got ever softer, the louder she cried, until finally her blue eyes opened again and she looked at him with a big, overexaggerated pout. ‘Daddy needs a little time. He, eh, was broken, and now needs to be fixed.’

‘I can fix you!’ Sam climbed off the couch and started to search for the toy box, immediately earning the attention of the twins who quickly rushed over to get a look in the treasure box.

‘YAAAYYYYYY.’

‘We’re gonna fix DADDY!!!!’  

The three of them all picked pieces of toys, their fast little feet managing to escape Colin, Henry’s father, as the old man tried to grab for their little hands. ‘OI, young lady! Do not, I repeat; do not..-’

His pleas fell on deaf ears as the three children all went for the kill, Henry barely managing to sit up on his haunches in time to defend himself from the vicious attack of three hyperactive children.

‘OUCH.’ He gasped, feeling the familiar hurt of a piece of Lego in his skin, his mind having a difficult time to process how again he used to deal with his nephews and nieces in situations like these - then again, he had been sharp and witty then, and now he struggled with remembering the fact he has a wife now.

And kids. Don’t forget about the kids.

‘Ohhhhhkay!’ Marianne chimed with a fierce and loud voice, her hands clapping together with a sternness that made all three kids look up. ‘I think that’s enough fixing for today. How about we go have a drink and some biscuits, hmm?’

‘BISCUITSSSSSS!!!’ Piper cheered again - it was clear that the little girl was a bubbly bee. Bee. Oh damn, Henry thought, crawling up to a standing position before he followed the children that were running out into the hallway to get to the kitchen, his parents hot on his heels.

‘You can take a rest if you want.’ His mother whispered, laying a soothing hand on Henry’s shoulder before he stepped into the kitchen. His blue eyes met with the wisdom that lingered in his mom’s smile.  

‘Sorry about that, mom.’ Henry sighed quietly.

‘No, no. Our fault, remember? Besides, it takes some time before you know how to deal with this hot bunch.’ She chuckled as she looked over Henry’s broad shoulder, the children jumping up and down around the kitchen island as Phoebe made an attempt to cool them down while she also bounced Cole up on her arm.

‘Don’t worry son.’ Colin squeezed Henry’s shoulder as Marianne also slipped into the kitchen. ‘No matter what happens, we’re here for you, mkay?’ The old man winked at Henry, who slowly shook his head.

‘Man, I wish they had a manual for this kinda stuff.’

Colin laughed. ‘If only, if only.’

The two men remained in the doorway as the women managed to calm down the children, the lot of them all being placed around the kitchen table before they were treated to freshly baked biscuits and a lot of mommy love.

It didn’t take long before the two hours were up and the kids were packed up back in Marianne and Colin’s car, Henry and Phoebe waving them goodbye with heavy hearts, but happy smiles. Small clouds of nightly cold drafted from their mouths as they turned back towards the door, a certain melancholy left in the house that was now silent again.

‘Don’t you want to..go with them?’ Henry asked quietly.

Phoebe looked up at him, the two of them now crowding the door mat as she pulled the door closed. ‘I miss a lot of things, but I need to be here with you now.’ A slightly sad smile moved up her lips.

‘You sure?’

‘Yea. For better and worse, remember?’ She laughed, only to feel that her choice words were awful, her breath hiccuping as she quickly evaded his gaze. ‘Sorry. That wasn’t nice of me.’

Henry sighed. ‘Please don’t feel bad. You’re the best mom I know..or..can remember.’ He smirked a little, but Phoebe didn’t seem to be so easily consolable. ‘Bee, hey.’ Henry used his thumb to tilt her head up, their eyes meeting. ‘I don’t know if this is crazy of me to ask, but, eh…’ He cleared his throat, feeling his heart falter at the concerned stare of her penetrating blue eyes. Had he failed her? Fuck. He licked his lips, unsure of whether to proceed.

‘What?’ She finally breathed, her voice a little croaky.

‘Oh, it’s stupid silly I guess.’ Henry moved his hand to his head to scratch, only to be caught by her hand, her eyes giving him a half-amused smile.

‘I told you to stop doing that.’

‘That you did,’ Henry hesitated again, before simply blurting out: ‘would you like to go on a date with me?’

A short silence fell as Phoebe’s eyes widened in something so unreadable that Henry wasn’t sure whether she was about to scold him or break out in laughter. And how glad he was it was the latter, her lips pulling up into a most amused little chuckle. ‘What now?’

‘A..date? Wait, has that word changed in the..?’

‘No, no. Dating is a thing. And..’ She now burst out into a full fit of giggles.

‘What?’

‘Well, we never really dated. We just..’ Her eyes widened.

‘What, Bee? Don’t leave me hanging here.’

‘No, no. I mean YES! I want to go on a date with you, though, eh, no, let’s talk about this later. It’s been a long day and..’ Her words died as she sniffled again, her hand now moving up to brush carefully through his chocolate brown curls. ‘I’d love to go on a date with you.’

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“It’s slightly over a month overdue, but I’m glad we can finally celebrate,” Jimin says with a smile, leaning over to kiss you on the lips. It was Rina’s idea that you two should go on a date and talk things out while the group watches over Mingyu for you. You figured that since the two of you weren’t able to celebrate your one year wedding anniversary, you can take advantage of this time alone and do so. 

“I know, I’m sorry about that,” you say sheepishly. You pick up Mingyu from his crib and walk with him to the living room. Jimin was walking right behind you. 

“What time are the Jeon’s coming?” Jimin says, making faces at Mingyu from behind you. He laughs, chewing on his little hand.

“Should be any minute now. Rina’s super excited to take him.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they were right outside our door--”

Ding dong!

“Told you,” Jimin says, walking over to the front door. He opens it up to a little boy with the biggest smile.

“Uncle Jiminie!” Sian yells, jumping into Jimin’s arms and hugging him tight as Jimin picks him up.

“Hey Hyung,” Jungkook says, slapping a hand on Jimin’s back. “Are we too early?” He looks at Jimin as he still has his pajamas on. 

“A little, but it’s no worries,” You say, you look over at Jimin who’s holding your nephew and you laugh.

“I guess this is what we’re going to look like when Gyu gets older and we have another kid huh?” You say to him, looking at the mirror you had in the living room. You look at Jimin carrying Sian while you hold Mingyu. A cute little family. Possibly what your future could look like in 3-4 years. 

“Another kid shall stay out of our minds for a good few years,” Jimin says, placing a kiss on Sian cheek and passing him back to Jungkook.

“Can we take him,” Rina says, reaching out for Mingyu. You pout and shake your head no.

“Babe~” Jimin whispers, nudging your side.

You sigh, placing a long kiss on Mingyu’s cheek and pressing his head to your cheek.

“You better take good care of my baby,” you say to Rina with a serious expression. 

“I will Yn. I promise,” Rina says, arms still out for Mingyu. You give your son one last kiss before passing him to Rina. She had the biggest smile on her face when she held him. 

“I’ll get his things,” Jimin says as he leaves the room. 

“Oh- We’ll come with,” Jungkook says, following Jimin, with Sian on his hip.

“So what are your plans for today?” Rina asks you.

“Hmm, we might go biking, then go out for lunch. I don’t know really,” you say sheepishly, putting your hand up to your neck. 

“You're celebrating your anniversary right? Go all out! Go to Lotte World or something,” she laughs. “Wasn’t that your first date with Jimin?” You laugh at her question, remembering how scared Jimin was of every ride you rode on.

“Yeah, maybe. I can ask him if he’d like that.”

“Just go have fun, we got all the uncles and aunts together to take care of this lil guy,” she says, squishing Mingyu’s cheek. 

“We got everything.” Jungkook says, walking into the living room with Mingyu’s diaper bag and car seat. “You ready?”

“Yes”

“No.”

Jimin laughs as you and Rina say opposite answers. “You guys better go before Yn changes her mind.”

“Go give Mingyu a kiss before you leave,” Jungkook says, pointing from you two to Mingyu. 

Jimin and you give your son a kiss with you on one cheek and Jimin on the other, squishing Mingyu’s entire face. 

“I want one too,” Sian pouts, making his parents and you and Jimin laugh.

“Okay, come here,” you say. Sian runs to you and you and Jimin do the same thing to him. He burst into giggles.

“Aigoo~~ It’s like Mingyu grew up suddenly,” Jimin says, ruffling his hair. 

“Alright, buddy let’s go. Uncle Jimin and Aunt Yn have a date,” Jungkook says. 

“We’ll make sure to update you, so go enjoy your date,” Rina tells you. You nod at her. Waving as they walked out of your door.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asks you as soon as they were gone. You shrug, leaning in to him and hugging him tightly.

-

Sian couldn’t stop giggling and playing with Mingyu as they sat together in the back seat. 

“Mommy, he’s holding my finger!” Sian says, as he had his hand out for Mingyu to hold. They both sat in their car seats. Since Sian was already a big boy, he was facing the same way as his parents while Mingyu faced the other. The only face baby Mingyu was seeing was Sian’s. He couldn’t stop smiling at his hyung as he held tighter to Sian’s finger.

“Is he? Do you like having a little brother Sian?” Rina says, making Jungkook sigh. He was currently driving, Rina being in the passenger’s seat.

Rina looks over at Jungkook and laughs when she sees his expression.

“Ask daddy for one,” she proceeded. Jungkook smiles as Sian began to say “dadddyyyy..?” Jungkook looks up at the rearview mirror at Sian and he slowly asks:

“Can I have a little brother?” 

Jungkook hums and makes a thinking face.

“Hmm… you can’t really choose though. What if it’s a sister?”

Rina’s eyes widens, not expecting Jungkook to go along.

“Sister is okay too,” Sian says. He looks away from his parents and down at Mingyu. “But a brother would be better,” he says quietly.

“Okay, we’ll get you one after mommy and I get married okay~” Jungkook says, Rina was frozen, looking at her man. Jungkook felt her stare and quickly glanced at her. This time it was his turn to laugh at her expression.

“What? You expected me to say no right?”

“YAY I GET A BROTHER!” Sian yells, throwing his arms up, letting go of Mingyu’s hand and startling him. Mingyu starts pouting and you can see the slight panic in Sian’s eyes as the little one was slowly starting to cry.

“That’s only after we get married buddy, uncle hobi and aunt sarang is getting married first so it’s going to be a while,” Jungkook says, pulling into the parking lot to Hoseok’s building.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Sian says, petting Mingyu’s head, trying to calm him down so he doesn’t get in trouble by his mom. “It’s okay we’re here at uncle Hobi’s so don’t cry~”

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“Where’s Jimin and Yn?” Yoongi asks, watching Jungkook and Rina walk in with two boys instead of one.

“On a date,” Rina says simply. Yoongi scrunches his eyebrows as he walks up to her.

“I’m not gonna ask any questions… yet. But give me him,” he says, taking Mingyu. Yoongi went back to sit on the couch, placing Mingyu on his chest.

“All the kids are in the theater ro-- oh! You guys are finally here!” Mae says. She lets out a breath, putting her hands on her hips. “Two more kids to take care of,” she says under her breath.

“Don’t worry sis, I got this,” Sarang says. “Siannie, wanna go with your cousins?” Sarang says, holding her hand out. Sian nods, grabbing her hand and they both run off to the theater room.

“We’re babysitting today?” Taehyung says, reaching out for Mingyu.

“Hey, I just got him, give me like ten minutes,” Yoongi says. He settles into the couch and gets comfortable, hugging Mingyu to his chest.

“Tsk. Hyuuung~~ You’re going to fall asleep just let me have hi--”

“Oh- when did you guys get here?” Namjoon says, walking out of the bathroom. 

“Not too long ago,” Jungkook responds, about to shake Namjoon’s hand. “Oh wait hyung. Did you wash your hands?”

“Of course, what do you think of me?”

“Uncle Kookie!!!!!!!!!!!!” Moonji yells, emerging from the hallway. She jumps right into Jungkook's arms as he picks her up.

“Aigoo~ See, a daughter would be nice.”

“Oh-- did I hear that right?” Hoseok says as he comes out of the kitchen. “When did Jungkook start agreeing with Rina,” he laughs.

“Ugh, let’s please slow down with the babies. They’re going to out number us soon and it’s going to get out of control,” Jin says, coming out of the kitchen as well.

“Daddy!” All five guys turn to the voice. 

Soojin walks towards Jin and pulls on his shirt.

“What is it princess?”

“Watch the movie with us,” she says, pulling him toward the direction of the room.

“Daddy’s cooking, maybe later okay?” Jin says, kneeling down to get on her level.

“Mmm,” she whines, “other uncles can dooo itt~~”

“Don’t you want daddy’s cooking?” Jin says. Soojin shakes her head no.

“Uncle Kookie and Uncle Yoongi can cook, daddy can watch movie with us,” she says, pulling Jin towards her.

“Uncle Yoongi can do it,” Taehyung says, taking Mingyu from him. 

“Omo, the youngest member is here!” Sohyun says, taking Mingyu from Taehyung. 

“Aaah, he’s so cute!” Byul says, poking his cheeks.

“UgHH I just got him!!” Taehyung says, pouting like a baby. 

“Daddy let’s goooooooooooooo,” Soojin says, dragging Jin to the theater room.

“I lost. See, we can’t have anymore of these guys, they’re going to take over,” Jin says as he disappears into the hallway.

“I think he’s sleepy,” Sohyun says. “Does he have somewhere he can sleep?”

“I brought his stroller,” Jungkook says, getting the stroller with Moonji on his hip. Sohyun walks over to it and places Mingyu inside.

“Aww, he’s so behaved--”

“Oh yeah, so why are we watching him? I don’t mean that in any bad way, but why can’t Jimin and Yn take care of him?” Yoongi asks. 

“They’re on a date,” Rina says simply. 

“They couldn’t take him on their date?” Taehyung asks.

“They weren’t able to celebrate their anniversary so they’re doing it now,” Byul explains.

“But they were just having problems the other day about Yn not being there when Jimin needed it?” Yoongi says, confused. “Now they’re both not there? I told him they both should be there for him,” Yoongi says, pointing to Mingyu.

“They just need some alone time to talk things out, and they also weren’t able to celebrate their anniversary so they’re taking this time to celebrate that,” Rina says.

“Can’t they do that with Mingyu?” Namjoon says, sitting down next to Yoongi.

“Wedding anniversaries are more romantic to celebrate without your baby,” Mae butts in. Namjoon and Yoongi look at her with a blank expression. Jungkook turns to them and back at Mae and decides to speak for them.

“Yeah, Noona, we can’t relate. We never been married--”

Namjoon clears his throat.

“Uh-- well, you know--”

“We got it Jungkook,” Taehyung says, pulling Jungkook down to sit with him on the other couch.

“Okay, so what is the problem with Jimin, Yn, and Mingyu?” Jin asks, coming out of the hallway.

“Jimin is having a lot of trouble taking care of Mingyu alone. Yn is always out with Sarang because of wedding planning, and so she leaves Mingyu home with Jimin since he works from home anyways,” Sohyun explains.

“This is literally what everyone goes through?” Hobi questions. “Shouldn’t he just… deal with it?”

“Yeah, you learn everything through experience,” Namjoon says. “You all know what happened, I had no choice. Look how my daughter turned out.” Namjoon points to Moonji who’s on Jungkook’s lap. She smiles at her dad when she notices him staring at her.

“How did you get away from the girls?” Hoseok asks Jin.

“Your daughter distracted her.”

“Ah.”

“I’m with Namjoon. I didn’t have anyone with me in the first place so I was taking care of Hana alone. I had help from you guys when I needed it but I learned almost everything on my own. If I ever was in his situation where I have a wife with me, I’d do everything with her. It would be better to learn together wouldn’t it. Jimin says he’s always stuck at home with Gyu and then at one point, Yn took Gyu so Jimin could rest,” Yoongi scoffs, “Aren’t you supposed to do it together and not pass the baby around?”

“They’re not passing him around,” Sohyun responds.

“I’m the one who suggested they go on a date,” Rina says. “The way me and Jungkook dealt with that when we were younger was to take some time alone with each other. My parents took care of him while we went and had some alone time and we talked things out.”

“But shouldn’t they wait? Like wait to go on a date until they settle things out? I mean I never really went through this but I don’t think you should be going out on dates when there’s problems going on… right?” Hoseok says, looking around the room. There was some tension in the room. Moonji seemed to get the feeling as well and she hops off of Jungkook’s lap and runs to where the rest of the kids are.

“I agree, they should start having alone time when Gyu’s a little older,” Yoongi says. Namjoon nods along with him.

“If they both know they’re having problems within their family, they shouldn’t run from their problems,” Namjoon says. “If Jimin is having a hard time with Gyu, he should continue to learn from it. It’ll make him a better father. And don’t get me wrong, he can still call us when he needs help, but he can’t always call us or always ask Yn to stay so he won’t be alone with Gyu. I heard being alone with him stresses him out because that’s the only time Gyu ever acts up.”

“Yeah but Jimin knows that though,” Taehyung responds. “He knows he can’t always call us or ask Yn to stay. He knows he has to learn somehow. He’s just having a hard time adjusting is all. I don’t know why we’re all getting worked up about it, it’s their problem… you know?”

“Yeah, we get that, but it’s not bad to ask for help. Mae and I had our parents live with us. They helped us throughout the first stages of Minseok’s life. They taught us everything,” Jin says.

“Jimin and Yn shouldn’t hesitate to ask us anything. We’re family and we have a lot of experience with kids. We should be able to help teach them one or two things,” Mae says, looking around at everyone in the group. Byul and Sohyun seem to just look at whoever’s talking and listen. Neither of them having their own kid. 

“But Taehyung just said that Jimin knows he can’t always call us. He can ask us for help whenever, yeah, but he can’t call us for everything. He knows he has to parent his own child and no one else. So asking for help isn’t going to work here. They should just learn together,” Yoongi says.

“I honestly feel so bad that we’re arguing about what they should and shouldn’t do when I’m the one who keeps Yn away from her family most of the time,” Sarang says with guilt. “Wedding planning is almost over anyways so I promise I won’t be keeping her from her family anymore,” she says with confidence. 

“I don’t think it’s your fault Noona,” Taehyung says. “There’s honestly a lot going on and Jimin doesn’t seem to be able to handle it well. We all know how he is and how he likes everything perfect when he does it. He likes doing it himself and he can get a little impatient when it doesn’t go his way. He just needs some time, I’m sure everything will be okay soon.”

“I kinda know what he’s going through though-- I’m sure we all do-- I know it was sudden for Jimin hyung and Yn noona of course, it was sudden to me and Rina too when we found out about Sian, but it’s your life now, you can’t change it but instead adapt to it. You know? Does that make sense?” Jungkook says. “I say they just do what works for them and ask for help when they need it. That’s what we did.”

“Okay but we got to remember that we all don’t have the same situation, mind set, life, or kid,” Taehyung says. “Just because it worked for you, doesn’t mean it will work for Jimin. They can ask for help if they want, or they can learn by themselves if they want. They can honestly do whatever and I’m sure Mingyu will still turn out great, but I really don’t think we can get mad about what they do or don’t do.”

“Okay, not to be rude, but what do you know?” Yoongi says with a slight laugh. Taehyung’s jaw drops and you can see the anger rising within him.

“whAT DO YOU MEAN??” He says in a much louder, less calming-than-before voice.

“i’M SAYING YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WITHOUT A KID SO HOW WOULD YOU KNOW. WE ALL WENT THROUGH WHAT JIMIN’S GOING THROUGH, WE ALL GOT THROUGH IT SO WE KNOW WHAT TO DO,” Yoongi yells back. Sohyun and Byul steal a glance from each other. Both of them not having their own kids either, not understanding any of the things the group has gone through.

“I haven’t gone through it either but I think Taehyung’s right,” Hobi says.

“Thanks hyung.”

“Okay, yeah, but Jimin and I literally just had a talk the other day. ABOUT THIS,” Yoongi says. He wasn’t like this a lot. So it was rare to see him so riled up about something. “YOU WERE THERE.”

“I know, but Jimin can DO WHAT HE WANTS. IF THIS IS HOW HE’S GONNA LEARN, THIS IS HOW HE’S GONNA LEARN. STOP TRYING TO MAKE THE BOTH OF THEM STAY HOME. I know Jimin, he’s my best friend, he’s just at a lost point right now, he’ll find his way back and everything will be fine--”

“Okay, I thought WE’rE ALL BEST FRIENDS,” Jin yells at Taehyung. 

“HYUNG THAT’S NOT THE POINT,” Jungkook yells back. “But he’s kind of right, you can’t call him your best friend like he’s not ours either.”

-

“Why do they keep yelling?” Hana says, looking back at where the yells were coming from. Huimang shrugs, getting up from her seat and walking out the door.

“I think they’re fighting,” Soojin whispers, covering her mouth in shock. Moonji looks up at her and covers her mouth as well, copying her expression. Sian frowns.

“Oh noo~~ baby Minimini is there,” he says, looking back at his cousins. 

“We need to save him!” Hana says, popping her head out of the door, peeking out to see where Mingyu might be.

“He’s in the stroller sleeping,” Moonji says to her.

“Quick! Who can carry a baby?” Hana says. Soojin raises her hand and points to her older brother.

“Minseok oppa carries Haneul all the time, even when he was teeny tiny like baby Gyu Gyu.” She says, pinching her little fingers to express Mingyu’s tininess. 

“Can you bring him over to us Minseok, without our parents noticing?” Huimang asks. Minseok nods, already ready to go out there and basically kidnap his youngest cousin.

“Okay but bring him over to my room! We’ll all be there.” Huimang says. Minseok nods at her before walking out of the room and sneaking into the living room where their parents were at. 

“Let’s go to my room,” Huimang says, slipping out of the door of the theater room with everyone else right after her.

“Come on Haneul,” Soojin says, holding Haneul’s hand as they, too, run after Huimang.

-

“Okay fine, we’re all best friends with Jimin, but let’s just let them do his thing,” Taehyung says. “If we’re all his best friends we should trust him on what he’s doing and just let him do whatever suits his lifestyle and help him when he needs it--”

“Okay but if he keeps complaining about the crying, I will take Mingyu as my own,” Yoongi says. “Then he won’t have to complain at all because then he won’t have a baby to stress out abou--”

“oH MY GOSH YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE HE DOESN’T WANT HIM,” Mae yells in shock. 

Minseok looks up at them before running towards the stroller, hiding behind it so his parents won’t see. Minseok slowly turns the stroller to face him and, with the parents’ constant arguing, none of his aunt and uncles, or even his own parents notices. 

“I’m going to save you,” he whispers to Mingyu. The poor little guy seems to be sleepy, or falling asleep, but every time his eyes drop closed, someone yells, waking him up again. 

Minseok unbuckles the straps of his stroller and, gently, picks him up from the stroller. He groans as he finally carries the little guy, not expecting him to be as heavy as he is. Minseok peeks over the stroller to see if they were still distracted, and they were, so he quickly flees the scene and goes to Huimang’s room. 

“ISN’T THAT WHAT YN SAID THAT JIMIN SAID?” Yoongi says, looking toward Sohyun.

“Umm… she said he made it seem like it, but no he didn’t say he didn’t want his son.”

“tHE POOR BABY, HE’S LITERALLY RIGHT THERE, DON’T EVEN SAY THAT,” Rina angrily yells at Yoongi.

“Can you all PLEASE calm down?” Taehyung says.

Namjoon and Jin scoff at the same time at how Taehyung acted like he wasn’t screaming the entire time either.

“Jimin loves Mingyu--” Taehyung starts, before getting interrupted by Jungkook.

“Oh, you know that right because you’re his best friend?”

Taehyung scrunches his eyebrows at him. “Are you seriously--”

“I’m kidding. I know he loves Mingyu because I’m his best friend too.”

“Get over it,” Taehyung says. “Anyways, Jimin loves Mingyu, he never said he didn’t. Everything’s new for him and he doesn’t know how to deal with it yet. He has all of us to ask for advice from. He got some from Yoongi hyung first, and Yn got some from Rina. They just chose to try out Rina’s advice first. He can learn from all of us and see what works best. And even if he doesn’t, that’s okay. He’ll learn either way. If he continues to not ask for help and let Yn go out, leaving him alone with Mingyu all the time. He’ll learn. He’ll be stressed af, but he’ll learn. He’ll complain about it and cry and whatever, but he’ll still learn. If he asks someone to watch his kid while he goes out with his wife, he gets to talk out whatever he’s having trouble with with her. They can work things out that way. Jimin told me before that he tried talking to Yn about it but the one time they had time alone was at night when Mingyu was asleep and Yn was so tired that she fell asleep on him. Now he can go out and talk with her about it since they have plenty of time now. And if they do decide to stay home together or go out together as a family, it’s either Mingyu doesn’t act up at all anymore or he acts up with both of them present and they’ll figure out a way together. If not and they need help, then we’re there. Isn’t this a win win for all of us? Doesn’t Mingyu end up okay in all scenarios?” 

For once, it was quiet. Everyone was processing what Taehyung had just said. They all nod at his little speech.

“Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk,” he said, standing up to leave for the bathroom.

“You know I still don’t understand how he doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Hoseok says, watching Taehyung disappear into the hallway.

“He has a point,” Namjoon says.

“Hoseok hyung or Taehyungie hyung?” Jungkook asks.

Namjoon shrugs. “Both.”

“You know, I still get surprised whenever he speaks like that,” Sohyun says, dumbfounded. 

“I just… don’t know what to say,” Byul says, “my two braincells are… having a hard time processing what the heck just went on the pass hour.”

“Is it just me or has it been awfully quiet…” Mae says suspiciously. 

“It was everything BUT quiet,” Sarang says, massaging her temples.

Taehyung was walking back to the couch when Rina gasped.

“WHERE’S MINGYU?” She yells. Everyone looked at her weird before pointing to the stroller. She turns it around and everyone looks at the empty stroller.

“Woah. Were we just hallucinating the whole time? Is that why Jimin and Yn aren’t here?” Hoseok says. “I don’t remember drinking…”

“Nononononono, he was right here,” Rina says, looking around her.

“Okay well he can’t really go that far because he can barely roll over,” Jungkook tells her. 

“Go check the kids,” Jin says to Taehyung. Taehyung runs off to the theater room.

“Are you sure we put him in the stroller?” Jungkook asks Rina.

“I didn’t, you did didn’t you?” She responded.

“No I’m sure I put him in there, buckled him in and everything,” Sohyun says. 

“Are you sure you buckled him in? What if he rolled under the couch and we didn’t know?” Yoongi says, getting on the floor.

“Don’t be stupid,” Jungkook says. Although, he got his flashlight out to help Yoongi see.

“THE KIDS AREN’T IN HERE,” Taehyung yells.

“I’ll check the game room,” Hoseok says, running off. 

“I’m sure they’re just in Huimang’s room,” Sarang says, walking towards her daughter’s room. 

She opens the door slowly and finds all the kids sprawled across her daughter’s huge bed. And as she suspected, Mingyu was there too. Right in the center, peacefully sleeping with Haneul hugging him on his side. Sarang couldn’t help but take a quick picture before she walked away. Everyone watched her as she got back to the living room, her fiance running behind her, screaming in a loud voice.

“THEY’RE NOT IN THERE EITHER.”

“SHH!” She tells him. “All the kids are in Huimang’s room asleep. Mingyu’s there too, sleeping. They must’ve heard all of us yelling and took Mingyu when none of us were looking.” 

“Minseok,” Jin and Mae say at the same time. 

“Okay well, we’re all good now right? Namjoon says.

“I think so,” Jungkook says, looking around at everyone.

“Yoongi hyung?” Taehyung says. Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, we’re okay. Whatever Jimin and Yn are doing, they’ll be okay,” He says. Taehyung nods, shaking his hand. 

“Now why don’t we stop arguing about our friend’s lives and go eat?” Taehyung says. Hoseok and Seokjin look at each other immediately.

“THE FOOD,” They both yell, running to the kitchen. Everyone sighs, knowing that lunch is ruined and they don’t have any food ready to eat now. 

“Take out?” Jungkook says, holding up his phone.

“Yeah,” everyone says, knowing that 2seok owes them dinner instead. 

☔︎☔︎☔︎☔︎☔︎☔︎☔︎

daddy duties

☔︎part fourteen: dumbfounded☔︎

pairings: newdad!jimin x wife!reader

a/n: this took so long and i hope it made sense. it was hard trying to argue in different perspectives and there’s sooooooo many characters that i get confused lol hopefully what they said made sense though?

 i wanna know what you guys think about the whole situation or how the other’s feel and if you have any questions, let me know~

this au has been a little hard on me since it focuses a lot on the established couple’s new family troubles other than the couple itself (does that make sense?) the other au’s focused more on the couples so this one is a lot harder so pls bear with me

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[btsqualityy]

Yoongi gets cold very easily and imagine the min kids know that they have to warm up their dad. One cold morning Yoongi is sitting on the sofa watching the news then he hears rush of foot steps toward him. “Dadddyyyy” then he has Kins on one side and Kam on the other side. Kam use her tiny hands on his cheeks “let me warm your face up daddy” Kins snuggle close to him “let me warm you with my magic cuddle daddy” YG “😌🥰” Mama Min “where am I supposed to sit? 😂” Kam “you can sit next to me Mama” 😂. When Pooks was born, he would be the one who sits on YG lab with his back presses on YG chest and he holds UG hands to hold him “daddy hug Pook bc Pook is baby bear. Daddy will get warm.” The Min girls “🥺🥰”

This is so precious 🥰🥰

[littlemissvincentvega]

i’ve always seen vincent as a little older (maybe around 40?) and i was wondering if i could request an hc about him dating a younger girl (in her early 20s or so)? thank you!

YESS i always look up the age of the actor at the time the film came out so in my mind he’s 40 too :)!! UGH i love this my DADDDYYYY i hope this is okay for you! take care ❤

this guy is so smug that hes dating a gorgeous young lady

he feels so lucky 

but kinda insecure sometimes in case people gossip about you wanting him for his money (which isn’t true, it’s just a bonus)

he likes to take you to jack rabbit slims and act like a smartass cause he knows who the waiters/waitresses are dressed as

but you just tell him it’s cause hes old, and that wipes the smirk off his face

honestly like you both enjoy poking fun at the age gap, but he can get grumpy about it sometimes bc it makes him feel like an old man

it kinda turns him on though because taboo

he likes u calling him daddy ok

smacks ur ass in public even if he knows people can see

vince just enjoys spoiling u really :) one of your favourite things to do is to go to the mall together-- he’ll let you pick out a few things, then he’ll pick something for you (prob smth that will make ur boobs look good), and you’ll go get food

two words; CAR SEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also you two have lots of quickies. think the phone box in true romance-- stuff like that hehe

pulling your hair when you’re sucking him off, guiding your head

even tho he’s 40ish he’s immature as fuck

i mean you’ve seen how he bickers and seemingly just. does his best to be fucking awkward

he’s the kind of bf that enjoys winding you up really. he just thinks hes really funny

“daddy, let me style your hair” “get the fuck out, baby. i like my hair the way it is”

you like to leave a lipstick mark on his cheek, especially if you’re out in public, and he likes to have his arm around your waist. just to show everyone you belong to one another

you two just connect and at the end of the day you love each other and enjoy the company, relaxing together etc. and if anyone he knows (e.g. jules, paul, vic) tries to provoke him, he’ll defend you til he drops dead

also: he definitely lets it slip out to jules one day that he loves you ok

[ill-skillsgard]

Flaunting around the house in a sexy pink lingerie in order to get BVA’s attention but they all ignore you because you were being bad earlier. So you go to Bill (The obvious leader) and beg him to make everyone forgive you “Dadddyyyy I’m super sorry for being bad. Make everyone love me again.” Bill would just look down at you sternly “We do still love you baby girl but you know what happens when you break the rules.” So you would pout and drop to your knees, hoping that maybe that would work

You thought your frilly pink babydoll would spark his interest. After all, it was Bill’s favourite piece of lingerie you had. Alex preferred you in black and Valter didn’t harbour much enthusiasm for lingerie in general—pointless and unnecessary if it was just going to get torn off of you anyway was how he put it. But Bill... Certainly, he would take one look at you in the babydoll and grow soft.

The boys had been ignoring you but you thought you could sway Bill. He was always the voice of reason, comfort and demonstrated the most leniency with you. Today, however, was not one of those days.

After you had dropped down to your knees in front of him and pleaded for forgiveness and for him to tell the others to forgive you as well, he denied you once more, stating that completing your tasks was just as important as satiating your appetites.

“You don’t see us foregoing our important tasks just to lounge around all day doing nothing. Take this as a lesson, dolly.”

Your eyes welled up and before Bill could walk away, you clamped onto his leg like a child would to keep him from ignoring you.

“Please, Billy. Don’t you love me? Please... I put on your favourite outfit.” 

“I can see that sweetheart and you don’t see me melting just because of that. I have things that I have to do before I can even think about entertaining you. Now be a good dolly and let go.”

Shaking your head no, you tightened on him, wrapping your legs around his ankle to signify that you had no intention of letting him leave. Impatience flooded his judgment and when he stared down at you he could see the regret in your watery eyes.

“You want to impress me? Make me happy?” He asked.

“Yes! I’ll do anything!”

Bill lifted his heel and you slid down an inch. After he lowered his foot back down he did it again until you caught the hint and began to rub yourself on his shoe.

“Get yourself off just like this.”

You let your hands creep up his legs and he pushed them down when you reached for the front of his pants. “No, rub your little dolly parts on my shoe. Go on.”

With a pout, you relented and did what you were told, rutting your hips against him until you found a nice angle that allowed you to slide back and forth on the smooth toe of his leather shoe.

“Oh, wow, what is this?” Came Alex’s voice from the entrance. He had been passing through the hall when he found you humping Bill’s foot. “Bill, I thought dolly wasn’t getting any attention today.”

“You’re right. I can answer all my texts and e-mails without even looking at her,” Bill told him.

Alex sauntered into the room with his hands behind his back and peered at you while your cheeks reddened. “Well, I can’t say this would be my go-to method of punishment but, I have to say I could use a little shoe-shining as well.”

The Dane stood beside Bill with his legs apart and watched as you paused and grabbed for him to pick you up. 

“No, no, dolly. You stay down there where naughty girls belong.”

The two of them exchanged chuckles as you moved from Bill to Alex, desperate for a better feeling. Nothing could compare to how their hands and mouths touched you. There was no way you were going to come from rubbing yourself on them especially not when they talked to each other like you didn’t exist. Frustration caused you to whimper and give up to crawl away from them.

“I didn’t say you could stop,” Bill called to you.

You looked back at them with tears building in the corners of your eyes and replied, “I’m going to get Valter. He would never treat me like this.”

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, Alex nodding to Bill with a chuckle. “Sure. You go find V. Run along now.”

Bill and Alex both texted Valter before you could find him and informed him of the punishment you had just evaded so by the time you located him in his bedroom, he had already stood up and was waiting for you. You threw yourself into his arms and mumbled about how everyone was being so mean to you and that you just wanted kisses and love.

Valter held you in front of him and clicked his tongue. “Oh, dolly, you know that we all love you but you can’t run away from your punishment. You have to finish what you started. Back upstairs you go.”

[trashglasses]

What if Gladio was out of town for training Glaives and the baby sitter was sick and Ignis had to bring the girls to work with him. What if after being roudy, mid convo at a meeting he has one of them sitting on his lap clung to him and sleeping and the other has a pile of sticky note and a pen and starts doodling. Your Family AU is so cute :)

OMG THAT’S THE CUTEST THING!

I could imagine Ignis coming in with that big diaper bag with one girl in his arm sleeping and the other in the stroller. Regis gets a kick out of the girls being there.

Ignis would be trying to take notes but Malena keeps stealing his pen to pretend to be “daddy” and take her own notes. Meanwhile Neveah is whining about not being able to open her snacks.

“Dadddyyyy!”

Ignis continues talking to the counsel.“Dadddyyy!”

“Would you please excuse me for a moment? Seems my daughter needs some thing from me.” Ignis said.

He bends down and Neveah hands him a bag of goldfish (cheese snacks).

He sighs and opens the bag for her and she climbs into his lap to eat them.

[uncensored18-blog]

My Family Over My Family

Chapter 13 Fieldwork

Interview Immigrant

November 28, 2017

“Dadddyyyy” “Daddyyy”, I heard my eldest son holler at the top of his lungs. Assuming him and my second son were having another disagreement I shrugged and went back to bed. Following immediately I heard “BABA TOBIIII” I jumped out of bed, my wife mother to three of my children and one on the way voice was shakey. Her voice was softer too and with every word she breathed, I could hear an ounce of fear burdened on every syllable growing by the minute. “What exactly is going on here,” I asked, no one made a sound and all I could hear was the water dripping outside on the pavement, my heart at this point had dropped into my bowels, believe me sincerely speaking I was scared shitless! All of a sudden I broke a sweat and it wasn’t even cold. Waving my second son away “Abeg on the fan” my voice now shakey than a hostage with a gun to his head. With so much commotion it hadn’t occurred to me that NEPA had taken the light so there was no electric this was a daily pattern my family and the entirety of Nigeria were accustomed to. The package is here and like a madman, I snatched the letter from my wife's hand. I was so excited yet filled with anxiety, discomfort, and gas at the same time, yes I said gas don't ask dinner last night had to be improvised as always. Ripping at the packet, My hands moved faster than my brain could keep up. “ DON’T RIP THE PAPERS INSIDE”, this from my wife came in one ear and right out the other as I read the world lottery on the envelope seal. Without a second doubt, I dropped to my knees, praying over the envelope, my wife, and kids now beside me comforting me as if I was the baby in the family. Yet here I was laid upon the cold floor like a fetus in the mother’s womb, this was it I was the lucky one. “Ye ye ye do you know what this means” I grabbed my family holding them tighter than ever before! Though my wife’s baby bump left a gap in between us I knew this family was filled with nothing but love and they deserved better. As the man of the house, it was my responsibility to provide for them, protect them and make sure they had not just what they want but also what they needed. But with this economy and government, I had a better chance of making that happen by robbing a bank. Each day jobs were becoming more and more scarce, and I feared that one of those days my job as a teacher would no longer be enough. 

Tic toc tic toc, the time was flying right before my eye. I had less than an hour and a half to reach the airport. Staring firmly at this piece of paper in my hand, my ticket to a new life. A new life where my family can enjoy life and live happily together. But for now it would just be me, I sat there still as a mannequin, questioning whether I was making the right call. This lottery was a one in a million chance, what are the probabilities that I would be asked to come to America again. It was now or never I either board this plane or not, give my family a greater tomorrow or we stay here I the same cycle of compromised living, no electricity, and scarce jobs. “Plane to BWI airport departing in ten minutes” reared over the intercom. I had stepped foot in the airport and there was now no turning back. With the speed of god even Usain Bolt couldn't outrun me in this moment.

Like a magnet, I was pulled to America I had heard so many good recommendations that I’d be a fool to have turned down the lottery ticket. Baba Tunde said that I could escape poverty in America as long as I worked for it. Baba Segun mentioned the freedom “the home of the free and the land of brave” I think he had that saying wrong though. I was doing it for my family to provide for them a better living.  

Sacrifices had to be made, my entire families name was not on the ticket just my name, Adekunle Onibatedo, my heart sunk as I read the ticket. I thought it would be a bit easier to just up and leave but I was mistaken. I felt as though I was betraying my family by just simply leaving them. What if my file for them to also come to America is denied? What if I'm making the wrong move? How will my young children grow up without a father? These were all challenges that I had to encounter and get past. Money itself was a barrier, how would an ordinary teacher like me afford to travel aboard.

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader “How to Make Your Girl Happy”

Once in awhile, the two of you like to go out at night without a special plan in mind and just do whatever you please. Just like tonight. It’s going to be so much fun! Right?…

You hold the broken gold chain in your hand, crying your eyes out while J kisses your other hand, trying to calm you down and drive straight in the same time:

“I’m gonna get you another one, Pumpkin, OK?”

“But you gave this to me for our two year anniversaarrryyyy,” you bawl, upset like never before, looking for a tissue in your purse. “Oh, look, baby, a grenade, “you suddenly stop your mourning, taking it out and showing it to him. “I didn’t even know I had it in here, you think it’s expired?” you wipe your tears, smiling like nothing happened.

“I don’t think they expire, doll,” he winks at you, working his charm on you.

Thank God she got distracted, Mister J thinks, pleased he avoided catastrophe. Must be that…time of the month because you always get really emotional; he really doesn’t want to deal with it but he has no choice.

“Oh, no!” you suddenly gasp, digging in your purse and your bottom lip quivers on the verge of crying again. “Jaaayyyy, I’m out of my gum,” you whimper, staring at him. “I want my gum!”

“Say no more, Daddy will take care of it!” he quickly agrees, really struggling to keep his cool. If he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?! He yanks at the steering wheel, going over the curve, hitting two trash cans in the process, almost killing a cat and a pigeon.

He sees the gas station and since it’s so late at night there are no customers. Perfect for what you need. The two of you rush inside with your guns out and the clerk freezes in fear when he recognizes the famous criminals.

“Don’t move or I’ll blow your brains out!” The Joker growls, taking the safety off his purple pistol while you go by the counter and start looking for your gum, and…

“Baaabbby, they don’t have strawberry flavor in the brand I like,” you whine, feeling another wave of imminent tears strolling down your cheeks. “What?! Why don’t you have strawberry?!”  J raises his voice, alarmed.

“W-we run out s-sir,” the clerk stutters, closing his eyes, thinking he’s going to die tonight. “We have strawberry in o-other brands…”

“I only like this brand!” you interrupt, snorting, wiping your nose with your sleeve while scratching your thigh with your gun.

Good gracious, she’s such a classy woman, your boyfriend thinks, suddenly aroused, really wanting to bite you all over.

“She only likes this brand!!!!” The Joker repeats, getting out of his trance, screaming at the poor guy that trembles like a leaf. “Why are you upsetting my girl, hm? Don’t you know you should have that stuff on hand all the time?”

“S-s-sorry s-sir…” The Joker pulls the trigger, shooting the guy in his shoulder and he collapses to the ground on the other side of the counter, yelping in pain. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, otherwise you’d be dead now!” J yells, mad as hell, taking your hand and fastly walking back to the car.

“Stop crying, Princess, we’ll get your gum!” he promises, starting to drive again. He feels so aggravated, but if he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

After a few miles he notices a small, lonely convenience store and slams the breaks, sharply turning so he can park.

You both run inside and he keeps the terrified owner at gunpoint while you look through their stash and let out a scream when you see what you need. You grab a paper bag and cram in all the strawberry flavored gum you see in the brand you like and grab one last package, wanting to open it when the date gets your attention.

“Jaaaayyyy, this is expired,” you complain, your quivering bottom lip making him lose it.

“Are you trying to kill my girl?!” he snaps at the man, outraged, mostly because he has to deal with you in this state after you leave the store.

“N-no, n-not at all, I-I don’t know how it happened,” the guy gulps, feeling he’s going to faint soon.

“They’re all expired, baaabyyy,” you frantically go through your bag, tossing each little package one after the other.

“Are you trying to kill your customers?! What kind of place is this? You should be reported to authorities! No, Doll, don’t!” J slaps your hand when you try to actually open the last package because you want your gum badly and it makes you more upset when you drop it. “Let’s go, Y/N, this damn city is trying to kill us tonight,” he pants, backing out and you hold on to his green shirt, following him outside like a lost puppy.

“Hold on, baby,” you sniffle and take the grenade out of your purse, heading back inside and tossing it towards the back of the store, shouting at the clerk: “This is for trying to kill people!” The explosion blows up the back wall and messes up half a store. You start laughing, suddenly happy, heading back to your car. “I don’t want gum anymore, can we drive to our spot?” you sweetly ask, kissing his shoulder as he starts driving again. You forgot to cry.

Shit, J thinks. Why? Because you usually go to your secret spot on top of the hill to have sex. Since you are…not able to for now, it only means one thing: you will want to cuddle and talk. Your boyfriend takes a deep breath, pretending he’s not panicking. But if he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

Once you get there, you crawl on the hood with him, placing yourself in between his legs so he can hold your waist from behind.

“Ahhh, this is so nice, isn’t it baby?” you giggle, putting your hands on top of his. The Joker is tense but doesn’t want to show it. He hates this kind of crap. “Wow, a falling star! Make a wish!” you get all excited, clapping and he sighs, bored. “Did you make a wish? What did you wish for?” you turn your head so you can see him.

“For Goddamm Gotham to have your stupid gum!” he grumbles, rolling his eyes.

“No way! Me too!” you get on your knees, turning so you can face him. “What were the odds, baby?” You smile so brightly his sassiness goes down a notch. “You really love me, don’t you?” you bite your lip and he feels his left eye twitching.

“Yeap,” his short answer comes and you don’t give up.

“How much?”

“Ummm, a decent amount I guess,” he growls, uncomfortable, wishing you would change the subject.

“Really?!” you kiss him, astounded. “This is one of the nicest things you ever said to me,” you get all teary and sentimental.

“I know,” he agrees, beginning to feel kind of nauseated. The things he has to go through to please you. But if he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

“Dadddyyyy,” you trace his Jester tattoo, batting your lashes at him.

Oh, hell no, The Joker thinks. You only call him Daddy in bed (which is not the case here) or when you want something he wouldn’t agree with, which is probably the case. “Yes, Kitten?” he tilts his head, waiting to hear what else it’s going to come out of your mouth next.

“I think we should have a baby, or two or three, but at least two, yes?” you blur out, enthusiastic to the maximum and he starts getting flustered, not expecting such a twist. “I don’t think so, Pumpkin,” The Joker utters with such a determination you start bawling instantly.

“Why, not, babbbyyy?” you wail, sobbing with your face on his neck like he’s been dead for three months or so. “You think I’m ugly?!”

His hands stop caressing your back because he’s trying to soothe you.

“I don’t think you’re ugly, I think you are a pretty Doll,” he debates, trying to sound as sincere as possible on this one. “You look decent, don’t worry,” he pets your hair and you wipe your tears, grinning at him. Man, he absolutely hates this crap. But if he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

“This is one of the nicest things you ever said to me, Jaaayyy,” you proudly state, swallowing the lump in your throat, feeling blessed your boyfriend likes you so much. “So let’s have kids then,” you switch to your original plan, hoping for a positive outcome.

“No…I really don’t want to…” he makes a comeback, stubborn and determined not to give in.

You gasp so loud it startles him: “Are you…are you having an affair?”

“Wha’ ?! No, I’m not having an affair,” he immediately defends himself , irked you would think something like that.

“Oh my God, you’re cheating on me, aren’t you?” The crying starts again and you weep on his chest, soiling his favorite Versage shirt with tears and makeup. “Is she prettier, more decent looking than me? You wanna have kids with her and not with me?” you clench your fists on the fabric, heartbroken.

Dammit, why do you have to get like this every month? The Joker thinks, irritated.

“I’m not having an affair, OK?” he lifts your chin up so he can look you in the eyes. All that mascara over your face makes him cringe. “If you don’t stop crying I will really have an affair, got it? I mean it! Stop crying, NOW!!” he requests with a pissed voice and you gulp, suddenly holding your breath so you won’t make a sound because you don’t want him cheating. You feel you need air and he watches quite amused how you struggle to hold your breath, afraid to move. After a few good seconds you give up and start breathing again. “I’m not crying anymore, all right? “you kiss him, and since you don’t have any tissue, you wipe your nose with your sleeve again and he gropes you, purring.

“I love classy girls, Doll, you’re so classy,” he charges at your cleavage, not being able to control himself anymore and not giving a damn about that mascara all over your cheeks.

You snicker, straddling his lap and just have to say it:

“Jaayyy, come on, let’s have a baby, or two or three, pleaseeee,” you pull his hair and scream when he bites your skin. “Unless you really think I’m ugly,” you bottom lip quivers once more, your happiness going downhill as fast as his enthusiasm for the subject. When he sees the tears rolling down your face he has to get it together with all he’s got in order to muster the words:

“Fine, we’ll have a baby,” he bitterly mumbles, distressed.

If he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

Also read- MASTERLIST:

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Update this baby is gonna drooool ALLLLLL OVERRRRR her dadddyyyy💖💯🌸💋☀️✨

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How much does jungkooks heart break when he’s on tour and mama jeon FaceTimes him and his little babies faces are up so close to the camera asking ‘dadddyyyy when are you coming home?’ In their little cute pouty baby voices 🥺🥺🥺 imagine Ava when she’s younger with her big eyes just happily staring at him through the phone 😭😭 I can see mama jeon and jk having their own conversation and Ava is just cuddling her mommy smiling sleepily just staring at her daddy cause she’s so happy he’s there

Omg his heart breaks every time 😫if they’re not asking when he’s coming home, then they’re asking when they can come visit him and their uncles 😭and you’re right, Ava would love just being able to see his face and hear his voice 🥰