#raya and chip both having a good day on father's day

[cryptid-killjoy]

unzipchip - LOOK we did a selfie

sourscout - that’s my bro chippenfail - I have to claim all that cheese as my twin. I can’t live up to it.  acidtrip - I warned you about smiling. You’re weirding me out.  Stop now or forever hold your peace.

[beomglocks]

5:46 pm with dad!beomgyu

summary: dad!beomgyu tries face painting

pairing: dad!beomgyu

warnings & other: none, fluff, one or two curses?, dad!beomgyu bc why the hell not at this point, not proofread

w/c : 1029

"baby get in the bath before your mom comes home, you know how she gets," beomgyu mumbles the last part. "but adrian doesn't have to shower," your 6 year old daughter pouts at her father.

"no pouting baby, he already showered," beomgyu sighs. somewhere in another room, the 6 and a half year old laughs at his sister. raya frowns as she kicks the floor dejectedly. the face paint that her father applied is starting to chip off from being dried for too long.

"that's not fair," she sniffles. beomgyu subtly rolls his eyes. "i had to watch you guys today, nothing is fair raya."

"can we please just do one more face paint pleeease," she drawls out the please because she knows no matter how much of a hard ass her father pretends to be, he's a sucker for his children. "one more face paint?!" adrian perks up at the suggestion.

beomgyu wants to facepalm. "no young man, you're already clean," he scolds. "but that's not fair.." adrian challenges. raya sticks her tongue out at her brother who, in retaliation, punches her arm.

"daddy adrian punched me!" raya pouts as she raises her eyebrows, waiting for her brother's scolding. "she sticked her tongue out first!" adrian folds his arms, believing himself to be justified.

"hey no punching..or sticking tongues out," beomgyu scolds. "look if we do one more you have to promise to help me clean all the mess up.. i don't want your mom coming home and throwing a fit," beomgyu mumbles to his children.

he sticks out both of his pinky fingers and the kids intertwine theirs with his. "we promise!"

sooner than later, beomgyu whips out the cheap face paints that they all used earlier. "be nice to each other," beomgyu says, as he plans to take a nap while they play. "but daddy..." raya pouts. "no pouting," beomgyu reminds.

"can you play with us pleeease?" she blinks up at her father. adrian also picks at his fingers, not willing to beg but hopeful for their father to play with them.

this is how beomgyu finds himself sat in between his two children. adrian attempts to do face painting while raya does pigtails on her father's long hair. "daddy's gonna look so pretty for when mommy comes home!" raya assures. in his mind, beomgyu hopes he can wipe off the mess on his face before you arrive.

it was supposed to just be a chill night with a little more fun if you weren't tired from work. he doubts he could put the kids down tonight successfully for some time alone with you, at this point he's wishing on a star.

raya leans down over beomgyu's shoulder to peek at adrian's work. beomgyu has his eyes closed so he's not sure what adrian has done to his face yet. "how bad is it," beomgyu jokes.

raya gasps dramatically, letting go of her father's hair. "adrian! you're supposed to make daddy look pretty not like a monster!" she pouts at her brother's work. "a monster?" beomgyu raises his eyebrow at hearing this.

"raya i didn't say anything about what you did, so leave me alone!" adrian puts the face paints down in frustration. "alright alright that's enough, its my turn to paint you guys," beomgyu opens his eyes, smiling at his kids.

hours later you open the door with a heavy sigh. of course, today had to be one of the heaviest workload days. you couldn't wait to just lay down with beomgyu while he eased your stress as always.

"mommy's home!" you announce, urging your children and husband to appear out of the woodwork. as if on cue, raya comes running around the corner to hug you. "mommy!" she hugs you tightly.

"my baby," you hum into her hair. you detach her body from yours to scan her face. you're sure there's supposed to be a character of some sort drawn on her face but it all just looks like a muddled mess of colors.

"oh..who did this to my baby's face.." you pout at her. "does it look pretty? daddy did it!" she smiles brightly at you. you don't have the heart to tell her that her father set her up with this random assortment of colors on her face because she's just too cute.

"mommy!" adrian comes crashing into you at full force which causes you to stumble back a bit. "woah sweetie be careful," you chuckle. "yeah be careful!" raya hugs you protectively. "raya," you warn. she looks down with a pout and adrian smiles up at you.

"oh look at your precious faces, daddy's in big trouble when i see him," you laugh. adrian points enthusiastically to the living room, running in that direction. "i'm gonna go wash my hands and wash your faces please."

while you wash your hands you feel the presence of someone hug you from behind and you sigh. "i missed you so fucking much today," beomgyu mumbles into your neck. "they looked like they had fun," you chuckle lightly. "they're demons, seriously just like you," he jokes, kissing your neck.

you turn around to tell him off but when you see the paint on his face and pigtails in his hair you can't help bursting out in laughter. "they got you good baby." you can tell the kids fought over who got to draw where on their father's face.

there's so much smudged paint that you can barely make out what's supposed to be an actual drawing. raya clearly tried to wipe off adrian's poorly written 'dumy' on beomgyu's forehead and the smudged mustache making it look more like a 5 o clock shadow than anything else. meanwhile, the different sized butterflies on your husband's cheeks and pink eyeliner moment told you that raya had more fun than anyone else.

"are you turned off or something, don't be mean this is our kids being creative," he holds your waist and leans you back against the counter. "beomgyu i 100% would not fuck you with this on your face..'dumy'," you laugh.

"maybe the drawings of a third kid will make it better?"