#like aww i made u mad okay lemme kiss u then

[feinv]

I’d love know! what pet-names that constantine loves to call the reader by or what he usually calls her.

note: i’m the same girlie who sent you the constantine x hyperfem!reader the other day i think i should have a nickname to distinguish myself from other anons because i will drown you with more constantine asks in the future/hj 🤗

if i’m being extremely for real right now, i think he would mostly refer to you by your name. but a girl can always dream.

doll

when he is in a good mood and just wants to compliment you without actually saying something nice (because he is an ass), he would use doll or dollface. you would often play dress up and ask his opinion on which outfit looks better, to which he would simply shrug with “looks good either way, doll.” (he is mesmerized)

angel

self-explanatory. he knows, he has seen that biblically accurate angels are nothing like the pure, innocent, light creatures with wings and halos, but it doesn’t stop him from thinking you are one. you are just so sweet and kind, and especially compared to him, you most definitely are an angel.

“come on, angel. we’re going out,” his strong hand on your lower back, guiding you through the door.

kid

shut up you can’t convince me he doesn’t use this when he is annoyed or mad at you. both to imply that you are acting like a literal child and being over dramatic and that he is so much more mature than you are. smh.

“get off me, kid. i have things to do,” fussing when trying to disconnect your arms from his torso but you just won’t let him go.

“kid, are you serious? i leave you alone for two minutes and you get yourself in trouble,” scoffing and shaking his head at you in disbelief when you just walked around to look some cute shops and wondered into a random alley.

[multiplefandomsblog]

“Offer”

request; Can I get an imagine with Kokichi with an artist S/O who wants to paint him but he keeps flustering them with suggestions of a nude painting of him?

warnings; kind of suggestive, mention of nudity, cussing, mutual pining i think, i made it kinda crack fic, reader has an ultimate talent(artist), not edited too well, ended it weird like always, kissing, lowkey making out tho- 

note; wow i wrote way too much- but hey, i still hope you enjoy this!

word count; 1.9k+

You walked around the school, looking for Kokichi to ask him to be your model.

Although you have sketched Kokichi several times before, you felt you needed to ask him face-to-face so he could just stay still in his goddamn chair instead of changing positions every 5 seconds and ruining your half-done sketch. And so, you went off to go find the boy, finding it surprisingly hard to catch him. 

“There you are! I was looking for you-” You puffed out a sigh of relief, clutching your art supplies close to you as you saw your purple-haired classmate. Not a second after he caught sight of your figure jogging towards him, he had started taunting you. 

“Oooooh, hey S/o, you seem mighty happy to see me, hm? I wonder why that is…” He took a funny-looking step towards you, voice laced with an interrogating tone.

He had that strange smirk on his face, and not the one you liked. N-not that you liked his smile! In consequence of staring at him and sketching him constantly without his knowledge—or so you thought—, you have become almost a master of reading his mood and expressions. 

“Don’t get any wrong ideas, I just wanted to ask you if I could paint you.” For a small moment you swore you could see his expression twist into one of shock, before quickly melting back into his shit-eating grin. “Well of course you would! I’m the ultimate supreme leader, after all.” He acted as if he wasn’t just gob-smacked a second ago.

You beamed up at him, you had been in a small art block for a while and the moment you saw Kokichi, you knew he would be the cure to it. And so, you were ecstatic when he said what he said, “So you’ll do it?” You jumped a little too high, and spoke a little too eagerly.

“Mhm! —but with a catch, of course.” Your face dropped, you should’ve known the little fucker would try and get something out of you. “Nishishi!”

Unsure if you even wanted to know, you asked carefully, “W-what’s the catch..?” Your voice laced with caution, brain suddenly being reminded of all the pranks and blackmail he had fucked everyone else over with in the past. Knowing him, it could vary from, ‘Eat a bug.’ to, ‘Survive a knife game against me!’ 

But what he said was definitely worse than the former, and the latter. 

“You have to paint me fully-nude.”

… It was suddenly very quiet, the echo of his insane remark, bouncing off the walls. The silence mostly coming from your side—then again, what did you expect? Painting Kokichi would mean the end of your art block and a painting of Kokichi, like, c’mon, but painting Kokichi nude would mean- Well, you weren’t sure what it meant; hence, the silence.

Impatient and somewhat annoyed by the silence, he poked at your shoulder, “So? Are you gonna paint me naked or not?” You stared at your shoes, too afraid to make eye contact with the boy you were now thinking of... naked. 

“... C-can’t I just paint you normally?” He pouted, a comedically high whine erupting from his throat as he replied, “But that’s no fuuuuuun!” 

“Don’t you want to see your ultimate supreme leader, whipping out his wang?-” You shoved his face away from your warm one, “Y… I mean n-no, no!” Your tone weak before getting loud and defensive as you caught yourself before all hell broke loose. 

You felt your stomach drop as you thought about the possibility of Kokichi knowing you wanted to see him, and I quote, ‘Whipping out his wang’, Kokichi would never let that one go. 

“Aw man, well I guess you don’t wanna paint me theeeen.” He slowly stepped away, a pout on his face as his back faced towards you. He hummed circus music as he teetered on his feet, balancing on one foot at once as he ‘walked’ away from you agonizingly slow, obviously waiting for you to tell him to come back. 

“Koki-” In a flash, Kokichi had been by your side, dragging your hand to god knows where. “You have me convinced! I’ll let you paint me because I’m suuuuuch a nice guy. Nishishi!” Although you should’ve asked where the both of you were going, you felt knowing the catch was more important, “B-but what’s the catch?” 

Kokichi kept at his speedy pace, yet he answered with a voice that still had so much energy in it, “Aww, I’m hurt you think there’s a catch, do you not trust me that much?”

Silence.

“Meanie... but yeah, you were right to suspect me. The catch is.... “ He drum-rolled on your palm, “You just have to kiss me for payment!” He slowed down a bit to send a cheeky smile your way. You almost tripped on your feet as you heard him, “What!? Bu-” 

Kokichi quickly interrupted you, “Uh-uh, don’t try to pretend you don’t wanna. I know you have nooooo problem kissing those little sketches of me when you think no one is looking~” His voice quieted down sinisterly as he spoke, the evil smile spreading across his face once more. Although he had been wearing an extremely thick mask of a smile to hide his true feelings, anyone would’ve noticed that small blush on his upper right cheek. Anyone.

“You saw that?” Kokichi cackled at your agitated and flustered face, “Nishishi! Don’t worry, I’m the only one that knows. After all, no one finds you interesting enough to actually notice that.” You furrowed your brow at the subtle hint he had given you, “But you did-” 

Kokichi put on a teasing smile this time, “That was a lie! I didn’t see anything with my own eyes, I just assumed you have and so you helped me confirm it! Nice job on fucking yourself over, S/o! Nishishi~!” You rolled your eyes, you liked this guy?

Well anyways, it didn’t seem to matter whether you questioned your feelings for the liar, as you finally made it to where Kokichi had been dragging you to. You watched as Kokichi skipped away from you and hopped on the bench, surrounded by moss and other wild plants. 

“Ta-da! When I first saw this place, I immediately thought of you! You know, because you’re a nerd who likes cliché art settings.” He grinned, posing on top of the bench, “How’s this? Nishishi! Don’t answer that, I know this is perfect.”

 ... He looked like an idiot. But a cute idiot.

Suppressing a laugh, you gestured downwards to guide him down from his strange pose, “U-uh, maybe you could just, sit down? Like a normal person, I mean.” He sneered at you, before reluctantly sitting down, “You’re so boring.” The way he sat on the bench reminded you of a child who had just gotten denied candy. 

Smiling in relief, you quickly took a seat on the bench opposite to him, bringing out your supplies excitedly. Despite the pout on Kokichi’s face, and the grudge he wanted to keep, the way you so excitedly took out your canvas made his heart melt as well as his attitude. 

In the corner of your eye, you swore you could see Kokichi’s genuine smile, albeit it was lopsided but it still made you flush. Without thinking, you spoke, tilting your head upwards to look at him better, “You should smile more, you’re really pretty like that.” He… his mind blanked for a second, his façade fading away slightly to reveal a genuine expression of shock.

He quickly gained his composure back, “Um, okay? I always smile, are you blind?” Despite his passive-aggressive reply, you couldn’t find any reason to be mad, although you should’ve been. You smiled fondly and shook your head, diving back into concentration towards your canvas.

--

After an hour of pointless conversation, flirting, and calculated strokes of your brush, you were satisfied with the result. “... Alright, I’m done.” Kokichi sighed exasperatedly as he stood up and stretched, “Finally! I was afraid my limbs were going to freeze forever in that position.” You stared at him accusingly, “You didn’t even stay still the entire time. At one point, you did a fucking cartwheel-” 

Kokichi slid on over you, leaning over your seated figure to peak at the painting of him. “Lemme see!” He reached for the painting with his pale hands, causing you to jerk the painting away from his reach. “It’s not dry yet! Just look, don’t touch.” You scolded, unamused by his pouty expression. “You’re no fun S/o-chan, but okay. I know how much you like to be in charge~” He teased, before finally laying his eyes on the painting he stayed still one whole hour for. 

You felt your anxiety rise at his silence, “... Well, d-do you like it?” Although you were pretty confident in your ultimate talent and skills, for some odd reason, you felt extremely nervous when you showed it to Kokichi. 

You were confused as to why your hands were shaking, you’ve shown your artwork to galleries, museums, the harshest art critics in the world! So why the hell did it matter so much to you if this one boy liked it or not?

“I think it looks super handsome! And by it, I mean me. Nishishi!” He grinned, “I look good in everything after all.” You scoffed, you couldn’t believe you actually expected a genuine compliment from Kokichi, of all people. 

“Hey so, it’s time for your payment you know?” Payment... what? You looked up at him in confusion, big fat crocodile tears sprung out from his eyes, “Waaaah! I can’t believe S/o forgot our deal!” You flushed again as you were suddenly reminded of the kiss. 

You sighed tiredly, “You were serious?” He glared at you, “I’m always serious!” You gave him an accusing look that screamed, ‘You know that’s bullshit.’ But sighed defeatedly for what seemed like the umpteenth time. As you stood up to walk up to him, you set your painting down nearby.

Squirming underneath his expectant gaze, you leaned in torturously slow until your noses were nearly touching, your eyes were glued to his lips nervously. You kind of just… stood there, waiting. Waiting for him to take initiative, as he usually does. “... You know, You’re kissing me, right? Not the other way around.” His voice was lower, quieter than usual, and you could feel his breath within each word.

He smirked at your awkward shuffle towards him, finding your averting eyes and flushed face extremely endearing. Though Kokichi would never admit it, deep down he was nervous too- But of course, he refused to ever admit that reality. Even to himself. 

“I-I know that! I was just… preparing.” He hummed a skeptical ‘Okay’, standing patiently for the kiss you owed him. Letting out a shaky breath, you quickly pressed your lips on his, before immediately pulling away. Well, you tried pulling away. Kokichi gripped your collar, eagerly going in for more. His lips enveloped yours roughly, he could feel you trying to back away and so he just decided he had to go even harder. 

Once he pulled away, he saw your lips puffy and swollen, and face completely dazed. You wanted to ask him why he stopped but he interrupted you before you could, “You know, I never said you had to kiss my lips, pervert〜” Your eyes widened at his statement, “It seems you’ve been wanting this for a while, huh?” You didn’t say anything, only fuelling his fire. 

“Nishishi! You’re so obsessed with me, it’s adorable~” You took a defensive step back, “I-I am not!” He suddenly leaned his face dangerously close to yours, grinning sadistically as he heard your whimper. “You shouldn’t lie, you know? Especially not to me.” He leaned in next to your ear, catching your earlobe between his teeth and biting gently. 

“Anyway!” You snapped out your daze as he barked suddenly, “The nude painting offer still stands, you know!” He yelled out, walking away from you, strangely.

[bts-reveries]

daddy duties | 10

“Yn, seriously, we’ll be fine. Go, go, the girls are waiting for you,” Jimin says, attempting to push you out. You pout at him as you walk out the door.

“Fine, but just call or text me if anything’s wrong. I’ll get here as fast as possible, and if for some reason I can’t, call one of the guys oka--” Jimin rolls his eyes, leaning in and shutting you up with a kiss.

“Everything will be fine, don’t worry,” Jimin said when he pulled away. 

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You sigh, peeking behind Jimin to see your sweet baby laying on the floor, giggling at his own feet.

“Okay, I’ll get going then,” you lean in to give Jimin another kiss before leaving. He smiles, watching you go before stepping back and closing the door.

“Aigoo, Mingyu-ah,” he says, walking over to his son and sitting on the floor. “It’s just you and I today. Our first father and son day, how do you feel?” Jimin leaned in close to Mingyu’s face, startling the little one. He reaches his little hands out and squishes his dad’s face.  

“Ahh-- Ahh!” Jimin yells, trying to unclench Mingyu’s fist as it was pinching his face a little too hard. Jimin’s eyes widened as he finally got his son’s fists off his face. “When did you get so strong..” He says, making Mingyu laugh. Jimin smiles at his mini me, leaning down to kiss his nose. 

“I don’t have much plans for today, but I know you won’t give me a hard time right?” Mingyu gives his dad a look before slowly sticking his tongue out.

“Oh-- that better not mean you’re going to act up today,” Jimin says. Slowly, he picks him up and sits down on the couch. “Let’s watch a movie, yeah? What do you want to watch?”

-

Ding! Ding!

Jimin looks away from the television and grabs his phone from the coffee table, holding Mingyu on his lap.

“Oooh, mommy texted… again,” Jimin says, unlocking his phone and reading your text message.

My lovely: don’t forget it’s gyu’s nap time in ten minutes. i prepared many bottles for him in the fridge, but don’t forget to warm it up first!! also why haven’t u sent me any pictures, wth park :((

“Aww you have to go down for a nap soon,” Jimin pouts, he looks back up at the television. “We have way more than 10 minutes of Toy Story left..” He looks at the time, and down at Mingyu.

“Can I leave you here while I prepare your food, buddy?” Mingyu looks up at Jimin before turning back to the talking toys on the Tv. “I’m taking that as a yes.” Jimin stands up carefully, setting Mingyu down on the couch and surrounding him with pillows. 

“I’ll be back!” Jimin yells as he quickly runs to the kitchen. He doesn’t know this, but Mingyu’s lips turn into a pout as he watches his dad leave him by himself on the couch. Mingyu looks around him, noticing that he’s alone and begins to cry. 

“Hold on buddy, I’m warming up your milk!” Jimin calls out, which only makes Mingyu cry a little harder.

“I’m back,” Jimin says, running back to Mingyu, who looks up at his dad and whines, reaching his arms up for Jimin to carry. 

“Aigoo, I’m sorry baby,” Jimin says, picking up Mingyu. He puts his son on his lap, laying him down to start feeding him. 

Mingyu calmly drinks his milk, staring up at Jimin. His eyes start drooping a bit and slowly he closes his eyes. Not exactly sleeping but he wasn’t wide awake either. 

“Good boy,” Jimin whispers, he pulls out his phone to take a picture to send to you. “Waah~ See, everything’s going to be fine, mama’s gonna be so proud of both of us..”

-

~phone call with you~

Jimin: “We watched Toy Story but since I had to feed him and put him down for a nap, we didn’t get to finish it. But I’m watching the second movie now, maybe he can join me when I get to the third Toy Story movie--”

Yn: *laughs* “I’m glad you’re having fun babe, but I hear everything’s going well?”

Jimin: “Of course, so no need to worry.. We got this!”

Yn: “That’s good… because we’re going to take longer than expected but I should get home before his bedtime.”

Jimin: “Okay, we should be fine so take your time. How are you and the girls?”

Yn: “We’re doing well and I’m having so much fun! I miss having girl time..”

Jimin: “Ah that’s great.. You miss me though right?” Yn: “Of course, I miss both you AND my little Gyu..”

Jimin: “You’re pouting right now aren’t you?”

Yn: “Noo…..”

Jimin: “Yeah? Facetime me then.”

You and Jimin switch to facetime and he laughs as soon as your face pops up. 

“Are you crying??” He says as he continues to laugh. You were heavily pouting at the screen with a couple tears rolling down your cheek.

“I miss my baby,” you say. 

“She’s goin through it, been there, done that sis,” Rina says somewhere behind the camera. Jimin watches as a hand pops out of nowhere and wipes the tears on your cheek.

“I’ll continue to update you when he wakes up, so stop crying,” Jimin says, smiling at you as one of the girls dab a napkin on your cheeks.

“Okay fine, I’ll see you when I get home,” you say, waving at the camera.

“Okay, I love you,” Jimin says, kissing his phone camera.

“I love you too.”

As soon as he put his phone down and proceeded to watch the movie he was watching, Jimin heard a soft cry coming from the nursery. He turns around, getting up to see if his son has woken up from his nap.

Usually Mingyu slept for longer, he started to wonder what was wrong.

As soon as Jimin walked into the nursery and made eye contact with Mingyu, his son started to cry louder.

“What’s wrong buddy?” Jimin asks, leaning over his crib and picking him up. “Do you miss mommy?” His cries only seemed to get louder as Jimin talked. “Aigoo~ you usually sleep a lot longer than this.. Is your diaper full?” Jimin asks. He puts his hand over Mingyu’s diaper to check if it was wet. It didn’t seem to be but he went to change him anyways.

As Jimin changed Mingyu’s diaper, he was more antsy and he kept kicking his little feet. He usually stayed still whenever his diaper was changed.

“Hmm.. your diaper’s empty..” Jimin sighs, not knowing why Mingyu was so upset. “Are you hungry again? Is that why?” Mingyu continued to cry as Jimin picked him up and walked to the kitchen.

“Here you go,” Jimin says, giving Mingyu a bottle. He refused it, pushing the bottle away and screaming a bit louder. “What’s wrong? You’re not hungry? Do you just miss mommy is that it?” Jimin carried Mingyu out to the living room, grabbing his phone. 

“Should we call her?... I don’t.. Want her to worry though,” Jimin drops his phone on the couch and rubs his face. “Ughhhh, Mingyu-ahh, please stop crying… daddy’s gonna start crying if you continue..” 

“Should I call your uncles?.. I don’t want to always call them whenever anything happens though..” Right now, Jimin was bouncing Mingyu on his lap as they both sat on the couch.

“UGH I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DOOOOOO,” Jimin yells in frustration, slumping down on the couch. His loud voice frustrated Mingyu too, making him whine, pinching his dad’s shirt. 

“I’m sorry, shhshh..” Jimin gently pets Mingyu’s back, getting up to go to your shared room. “Where’s my laptop,” Jimin says to himself, Mingyu was starting to quiet down a bit, still whining but he wasn’t screaming anymore. His small fist was in his mouth. 

Jimin sits on the bed, with Mingyu on his lap, opening up his laptop across from him. 

‘Why won’t my baby stop crying’ Jimin types on the search bar.

“Enter.” He hums as he scrolls through the results page, clicking on random websites. His eyes widen as he reads one of the reasons as to why Mingyu could be crying.

“Teeth pains? Can you be growing them already?” Jimin says to his son. Mingyu’s pout started to quiver as he looked up at his dad.

“Wait lemme see,” Jimin says, gently grabbing Mingyu’s face, opening his mouth. “Could that be it? Are you getting teeth pains buddy?” Jimin lets go of Mingyu’s cheeks and starts typing on his laptop again.

‘How to soothe a teething baby’ “Hmm… tips to help a child sleep during teething… give the baby something cold to chew on.. What.. Like a popsicle? Can I give you that?” Jimin says, looking at Mingyu. “Mommy would get mad at me if I do that wouldn’t she..” Jimin groans again, “Why is this so complicated--”

Ding!

Jimin looks down at his laptop, he just got an email notification. 

“Oh no,” he says. This day went downhill very fast. Jimin clicked on the email that he got from work titled ‘URGENT’.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jimin says, Mingyu whines in response, looking at the laptop then up at his dad. “I have to go to our company building,” Jimin says, looking back at Mingyu.

-

“Okay, chew on this,” Jimin says, handing Mingyu a cold pacifier. He has to stop by his company’s building to get some information on a new project that they for some reason don’t want to send through email. Jimin was also able to throw a few pacifiers in the freezer as he got Mingyu’s car seat ready. 

Mingyu scrunched his brows as he touched the cold pacifier, slowly putting it in his mouth and chewing.

“That should help ease the pain,” Jimin says, looking at Mingyu from the rear view mirror. 

“Alright buddy, this should be a quick stop and we’ll be home in no time,” Jimin tells Mingyu, as he starts playing some white noise in the car. Something he learned online that will help soothe his crying. Slowly but surely, everything was getting better.

-

The ride to Jimin’s company building was so peaceful. Mingyu fell asleep and the whole ride was quiet. But now that Jimin parked his car, his only problem was how he’s going to get Mingyu into his baby carrier without waking him up. The poor little guy has missed an hour of sleep from his first nap and Jimin didn’t want to wake him up now, but he also can’t leave him alone, unattended in the car. 

“Okay Park Jimin, you got this,” Jimin tells himself. He straps on the baby carrier and slowly unbuckles Mingyu’s safety belts. He then slowly picks him up, transferring him into the carrier. Mingyu stirs a bit but remains asleep. Earning a relief sigh out of Jimin. 

“We got this, we got this,” Jimin chants quietly to himself as he walks into the building.

-

~phone call with you~

Yn: “You went out?”

Jimin: “For a bit, yeah. Work called, I had to go stopped by the building to pick stuff up. They really could’ve just sent it to me through email” *sighs* “But I got it, and we’re home now.”

Yn: “Okay, everything’s well though… right? You sound--”

Jimin: “Everything is fine Yn. Don’t worry. Your boys got everything under control.”

Yn: “Okay but you sound--”

Jimin: “Like I got everything under control right? Right. Okay sweetie, come home soon, but take your time and stay safe I love you byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

-End call-

Jimin sighs, looking at Mingyu who’s sitting comfortably in front of his laptop, watching cartoons. 

“Okay, mommy’s gonna get home soon, so I’m going to give you a bath and get you ready for bed okay?” Jimin closes the laptop, earning a confused look from Mingyu, his lip starts to quiver.

“No-- no no, no we’re not doing that again. We- we’ve been doing so well the past ten minutes, no more sad faces. Pleaseee,” Jimin cries out. Mingyu starts to quietly cry, reaching out to Jimin and he picks his son up from the bed and they both are crying as they head to the bathroom.

-

“I’m home!” You yell as you walk into the living room. It was empty. You frown and walk to Mingyu’s nursery, empty again.

“Jimin?” You call out, walking to your shared room. You instantly smile at the sight of your two boys. They were both asleep, facing each other with their mouths slightly open.

Before sliding in bed with the both of them, you grabbed some pajamas from your dresser and you went to the bathroom to do your skin care. 

When you were all done, you walked back into your room to find Jimin wide awake. He had his eyes on Mingyu’s face, gently stroking his head. 

“So today went well?” You whisper, walking to your side of the bed and sliding in. Jimin sighs in response. 

“It… was okay.” Jimin replies. Was it though? Today was one of the most stressful days he has had in a while. Out of all the days, it had to be when he was alone. He didn’t want to worry you though. He knows you have a lot of plans with the other girls, helping Sarang with her wedding and all and he didn’t want to keep you from being left out. 

“Was it really? You sounded a little… stressed out earlier.”

“Yeah.. but it’s okay. I’m going to have to get used to it. My patience was just tested today.”

“Mind telling me what happened? Or are you too tired?”

“No, I'm okay. Gyu just wasn’t himself today. It was all good when you left but once I put him down for his nap, he wouldn’t. Stop. Crying. It took me a while to find the reason why, but it turns out he’s having teeth pains. This little guy’s teeth are coming in and I guess it’s irritating him and he couldn’t calm down the whole day. I ended up throwing his pacifiers in the freezer and letting him chew on them. He was fine for a bit, it was on an off. I’m kinda surprised that he’s finally asleep, but then again, he spent the whole day crying and he only napped for a couple of hours--” Jimin sighs after his little rant, turning to look at you for your response, but you must’ve had a long day too. Your eyes were shut and you were softly snoring already. Jimin smiled a bit, getting up on his elbows and pressing a kiss to your temples. Then he leaned back to turn off the lamp on his side table. He went back to face Mingyu’s sleeping figure. He can see him slightly from the light coming in from the window. Jimin slowly strokes his cheek with his finger.

“It’s only going to get harder now isn’t it?” Jimin whispers to him. He sighs again. 

“Pleaseee go easy on me.”

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daddy duties

☔︎part ten: please go easy on me☔︎

pairings: newdad!jimin x wife!reader

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That Guy Next Door -- Ch. 12

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Neville had initially thought that Wade getting together with Austin would be a good thing for him -- and it definitely was. Wade was notably happier as of late, and in general his life seemed to be improving, especially now that he had a partner by his side. (Of course, having a job for the first time in so long was definitely contributing to his mood, but it was clear that Austin had a more profound effect on him). Neville hadn’t seen Wade in such high spirits since they were both in college. It made him feel good seeing his best friend putting himself out there again.

There was one downside to the whole thing, though, as Neville learned one Friday afternoon -- Wade being in a relationship meant that his availability to babysit was greatly reduced.

“Since when did the two of you have plans for today?” Neville asked, feeling only a little panicked as he watched Wade put his jacket on.

“Uh, since two weeks ago?” Wade replied, as if it were obvious. “I’ve been telling you about today’s date for days.”

“I thought you said it was next week. Didn’t you?”

“No. No I did not. Have you been paying attention? Come on, Nev, keep up.”

“I-- Hm.” Neville wanted to argue back, but he knew that Wade was right -- he’d been mentioning the date here and there for some time now. Hell, he’d even brought it up during dinner the night before (though Neville was tired from a long day of work, so he hadn’t really been paying much attention to what he was saying). It made no sense for him to be fretting this much over something he already knew all about.

But of course, he was. Not only because it was more or less in his nature to be worrying all the time, but because Wade and Austin’s day out only made things even more complicated for him.

The problem was that Neville also had something planned for that day -- he was supposed to go into the office and help out with a meeting (meaning that he would most likely be standing around in the corner the whole time bored out of his mind, which was about par for the course any time he was asked to lend the bigwigs a hand). Neville wanted to back out, and in a way he could since he had a legitimate excuse (Fridays were his work-from-home days, after all) but he knew it wouldn’t look good. The last thing he wanted was to be on the receiving end of a lecture. Like it or not, he had to go.

This meant that he would need someone to watch the girls, who were still at school (and also needed to be picked up, now that that he thought about it), but without Wade he didn’t have anybody. He hadn’t thought to call a sitter at any point since his friend was always available, but today was different. He truly was in a tough spot.

“Can’t you just leave them by themselves?” Wade asked, leaning back against the wall. “I mean, Jen’s the big one-oh. I dunno if you knew that or not.”

“She’s only been going on about it for close to four months now.”

“I think she’s old enough to take care of herself and Daze for a few hours.”

“She is, but…” Neville hesitated. “I don’t know, I don’t feel very comfortable doing that just yet. I’d rather wait until she’s a bit older to start leaving her in charge.”

“Aww, come on. I remember that my parents let me stay home alone when I was her age, and look at how I turned out!”

“Yes, because you’re a stellar role model.”

“Damn straight. And, since I’m so great, your children’ll end up just as amazing as me if they follow in my footsteps. I repeat, Jen’s capable of holding down the fort for a little while.”

“Wade, no offense, but if I raise my kids to be like you then we’re going to be in a world of trouble.” Neville crossed his arms. “If I’m being honest, I’m not sure I’ll ever be fully ready to accept that she’s actually old enough for certain things. It just feels… weird admitting that.”

“Aww, she’s always gonna be your li’l girl, huh?” Wade teased. “Just wait until she starts dating.”

“Oh, Christ, don’t even bring that up… I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it.” Neville shook his head. “To get back on topic -- I’d rather not leave them here by themselves. And besides, how are they gonna get home from school? Neither of them have money for the bus, and it’s too far to walk.”

“Good point.” Wade scratched the back of his head. “God, I feel bad about leaving them… I mean, I can see if Austin is willing to reschedule.”

“No, no, don’t do that. You’ve been looking forward to today. I don’t wanna ruin your fun.” As inconvenient as it was, Neville hated interfering in plans that had been in the works for weeks. He wasn’t that much of a killjoy.

Wade pursed his lips before suddenly snapping his fingers. “Wait, why don’t you ask Mustafa to take care of them?”

“Moose?”

“Yeah! He’s done it before, hasn’t he?”

“He has.”

“And didn’t you say something about him being off today because of a school event?”

“Yeah, he told me he’d be able to leave early.” Mustafa had been reminding him (see: gloating) about this fact for almost the entire week.

“So why not see if he can watch ‘em?”

“Well…” Neville had to admit that it was a good idea. Mustafa had made a promise to Neville that he would always help him when it came to Jen and Daisy, be it babysitting or otherwise. Since then he’d proven that he meant what he said -- on mornings when Neville had to leave earlier than usual, Mustafa would take the time to drop them off at school, and he would even drive them to friends’ houses every now and again. Neville was lucky to have him.

But… “I’m not so sure about that, to be honest,” he said.

“Why not?”

“I’ve already asked him to help me a few times this week. I’d feel weird asking him to do me another favor. Don’t want him getting fed up or thinkin’ that I’m taking advantage of him. And it’s his day off, too. He’s not gonna be in any mood to leave the house.”

“You really think he’d get mad at you over this? That doesn’t sound like the Mustafa you’re constantly raving about. I think he would have told you by now if you were getting to be too much.”

“That’s true…”

“And this is something that you really need help with, too. You need a last minute babysitter, and he’s available. He said he’d lend you a hand when you needed it -- and, well, you need it. Simple as that. All you’re doing is taking him up on his offer. Nothing wrong with that.”

“This is also true.”

“I have a tendency to tell the truth a lot.”

Neville felt around in his pockets for his phone, pulling it out. “I guess I’ll try texting him and see what he says.”

“Trust me, he’ll say yes.”

 Me: Hey, what are you up to?

 A few minutes passed, and Neville still hadn’t received a response. “Why’s it taking him so long to reply?” He huffed under his breath, checking the time. He still had about a half hour until he had to go, so it wasn’t like he was in any rush, but he would prefer not to be left hanging until the last minute.

“Neville, it’s been three minutes at most.” Wade rolled his eyes. “God, you really need to chill.”

“You know damn well that word isn’t in my vocabulary.” As Neville finished saying this, his phone went off.

 Guy Who Likes Getting His Hair Pulled: Well I WAS napping.

Guy Who Likes Getting His Hair Pulled: Key word: was.

Guy Who Likes Getting His Hair Pulled: >:(

Me: Oops. Sorry about that, love.

Guy Who Likes Getting His Hair Pulled: It’s fine, I’m only teasing you. ;) So, what’s up?

Me: Are you by any chance able to watch the girls for me today? I gotta go into work for this dumb meeting, and Wade has a date, so I’ve got no one to pick them up from school or keep an eye on them afterwards.

 Neville didn’t receive a reply to his last message, and he chewed his lower lip. Over ten minutes had already passed -- maybe he really was bugging him.

“Has he said anything yet?” Wade asked, looking over Neville’s shoulder at their conversation. Neville shook his head, and he decided to send off another text.

 Me: I’m really sorry to ask you for another favor. It’s okay if you don’t

 That was as far as Neville got before both he and Wade heard a knock on the door. Raising an eyebrow, Neville went and opened it, finding Mustafa standing on his front porch. “What are you--”

“I absolutely can do that.” Mustafa interrupted him before he could inquire any further. He was panting, like he’d rushed over. Neville was about to tease him for being in such a hurry only to get right next door, but he was too preoccupied thinking about something else -- Mustafa had agreed to help him.

“Oh, thank God,” Neville breathed a sigh of relief, throwing his arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug. “Thanks so much, Moose.”

“Hold on a minute,” Wade said. “I don’t mean to interrupt this tender moment, but I’ve got a few questions?”

Pulling back, Mustafa asked, “What?”

“First of all, why are you so out of breath? Did you really have to run all the way over here when you could’ve just responded to the text?”

“Uh...”

“And doesn’t it make more sense to come over here after you’ve already picked the kids up? What are you doing here now?” Wade rubbed his temples. “My head hurts.”

“Well, Wade,” Mustafa started. “If you must know, I came early because I needed to do this.” After saying that, Mustafa leaned in and planted a kiss on Neville’s lips, which Neville eagerly responded to. Neville could hear the unmistakable sound of Wade smacking his forehead coming from behind him, followed by a sigh.

After pulling apart, Mustafa said, “It’s been way too long since I had a chance to do that.” He gave Neville a little pat on the cheek. “I’ll catch you later.”

After parting ways, Neville shut the door, facing Wade again. “What’s with you?” He asked.

“Neville, I want you to be honest with me for a second. You realize that you and Mustafa have totally become that couple, right?”

“What?!”

“God, six months ago I didn’t think that was the kinda shit I’d be exposed to. If only I could go back in time…”

“You’re so full of it. We have not!”

They have.

Unsurprisingly, the meeting was about as boring as Neville expected it to be.

He hadn’t been paying attention at all to what was being said -- something something budget, something something sales. They hyped up this meeting as being this huge deal, with Neville’s attendance being absolutely mandatory, but it was clear that this was out of his realm of expertise. If anything, he was there to be a warm body in a swivel chair -- one that had been left empty because one of the executives had mysteriously ‘called out sick’ on one of the nicest spring days of the year. Yep, this place sucks.

At one point he had been able to go to the bathroom, where he saw that he had a text from Mustafa -- it was a selfie of him in the car, both Jen and Daisy smiling happily in the backseat behind him. A cute image such as this was the only thing that had been able to make him smile in the last few hours, and he didn’t waste any time in saving it and setting it as his phone background. His happiness was short lived, however, once he remembered that he couldn’t stay in there forever. After shoving his phone away, Neville dragged himself back to the conference room, fully prepared to daydream away the next few hours.

He couldn’t get out of there fast enough once the day was over, hurrying through the parking lot over to his car. He was so grateful that it was finally the weekend and that he didn’t have to return until the following week -- hopefully with no more pointless meetings taking away his work-from-home day. It was the only day when he actually enjoyed working, primarily due to being on his own couch and away from obnoxious co-workers.

And of course, being dragged out to the office for the fifth day that week also means that Neville would be stuck in rush hour traffic for the fifth time. Interestingly enough, he recognized the van in front of him -- it was the same one he’d seen months ago with the stick figure family on the back. He noticed that there was a little baby figure at the end of it. Congrats, I guess. Happy as he may be for these complete strangers, that didn’t make him think that the stickers were any less tacky.

He found himself taking a closer look at the surrounding area, taking quick glances at some of the shops he was (very slowly) passing. None of them were particularly interesting, though one in the distance caught his eye. It was one of those 24 hour convenience stores. Neville passed by many of them during his trips to and from work, and he never paid much attention to them. Every one of them looked the same, in his opinion.

He felt differently about this one, however. It was a Friday evening, and everyone would be home for the next few days because of it being the weekend. Certainly there wouldn’t be anything wrong with stopping inside of this store and getting some candy for the kids, would there? The school week being over plus Neville’s abysmal work day coming to an end deserved to be celebrated. While there was a part of him that felt like he’d regret doing so, what with his paternal instincts telling him that the two of them would definitely spoil their appetites, he also felt that he would regret it if he didn’t. He loved seeing his children happy, and candy was an easy way to get them in a good mood.

...Why the fuck not? With a shrug, Neville switched on his turn signal, prepping to turn into the store’s lot.

“Here’s to hoping that Moose isn’t pissed at me for coming home late…” Neville muttered under his breath as he pulled into the driveway of his house. Mustafa had been under the impression that he would watch them until after the meeting, and needless to say it was well past that time -- Neville had spent just a little bit too long inside of the convenience store debating which candy would cause the least amounts of fighting. (If it was a #1 favorite for both girls, there would be a brawl over the last piece. Neville was all too familiar with ridiculous arguments over food.)

Neville grabbed the plastic bag with the candy from the passenger’s seat and climbed out of the car, hurrying up to the front step and stepping inside. Immediately he was greeted with the sound of Jen complaining about something, and he let out a little sigh, making a mental note to apologize to Mustafa for her behavior.

“This isn’t fair!” As he approached the living room and took a peek inside, he saw that her and Mustafa were playing video games -- Mario Kart. A very excited Daisy sitting next to him and watching intently, bouncing up and down in her seat. Neville saw that they were on the final lap, and he also saw that Mustafa had just sped ahead of her. I’d be mad too if fucking Toad just zoomed past me. Amused, he leaned against the doorframe, not bothering to announce his presence as he watched the rest of the race.

And then, one appropriately timed banana peel later, Mustafa crossed the finish line.

“Daddy, you won!!” Daisy yelled excitedly, Jen dramatically falling on the floor as a result of her brutal defeat.

Neville was confused, seeing as he hadn’t done anything to deserve such praise, and he was about to speak up to ask what she meant when he realized.

She’d been talking to Mustafa.

She leaped up and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly as her way of congratulating him. There was a look in his eyes that Neville recognized as as combination of shock and happiness.

And, if he had to wager a guess, the happiness wasn’t because of him winning.

“Uh, hello?” Neville finally spoke up, clearing his throat. “Don’t mean to interrupt.”

“Oh, hi daddy!” Daisy let go of Mustafa and ran over to give Neville a hug, Jen opting to raise her hand in acknowledgement while still very much on the floor. “Jen lost!”

“I can see that,” he chuckled. “You good down there, kid?”

At Jen’s grunt, Mustafa said, “She told me on the ride home about how she was the champ at Mario Kart. I had to see that for myself to believe it.”

“Fluke!!” Jen yelled, muffled by the carpet. She suddenly climbed to her feet, making to storm out of the room. “He cheated!”

The three of them watched her go, with Daisy following along after her singing a little tune about how her sister lost. “Hey, be nice, Daze,” Neville commented. He sighed when he heard the door their room slam shut, looking to Mustafa again. “I’m… sorry about that. She gets being a sore loser from me, I suppose.”

“You? A sore loser?” Mustafa stood up, crossing the room and kissing Neville’s cheek. “I find that very difficult to believe.”

Mustafa started to tell Neville about the day they had had, but he was too busy thinking about Daisy’s little comment to pay much attention. Mustafa didn’t seem to mind what she said on the surface, but what did he really think? The two of them had only been together for around six months or so -- Neville hadn’t even thought to ask him how he felt with regards to that subject. He assumed that Mustafa was okay with potentially being their father, seeing as he was dating Neville and was fine with watching them, but did he ever see himself raising them?

That was the question that Neville was sure would bother him for weeks.

“Hey,” Mustafa said, snapping Neville from his thoughts. “So I was thinking -- I wanna make dinner for you guys tonight.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that…” Neville tried to protest, but Mustafa waved his hand.

“I want to. You had a rough day and don’t seem to be in any mood to cook, and I wanna treat you guys.”

“How do you know I’m not in the mood?”

Mustafa pursed his lips, raising an eyebrow. “Neville, I know you. You are clearly not in any mood to do any work in the kitchen.”

“...Maybe you’re right.” When he admitted this, Mustafa laughed, kissing him. “Alright, go ahead. Surprise me with what you make.”

“You can go fetch Ms. Grumpy Pants from upstairs, and I’ll get started.” Just as Mustafa began to walk towards the kitchen, he stopped, looking to Neville again. “And maybe once we’re done we can play another round of Mario Kart. If I can beat one of your kids, surely I can beat you too, hm?”

“We’ll see about that.” With that, Neville watched him walk away, the question that he asked himself earlier predictably haunting him.

After all this time, did he really find someone who he wanted to raise his children with?