#thedooo x y/n

[thefanficmonster]

Wait a Minute

The Dooo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Mentions of teenage pregnancy, Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: While streaming with his friends, Dooo gets a surprise visitor who he hasn’t seen for quite some time - not really but even three days feel like a forever when parents are away from their children.

Requested by @nyctophiliiiiaaa  Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request and for introducing me to this amazing YouTuber/Streamer who is literally my spirit animal now XD Enjoy the fic! Love, Vy ❤

Note: Y/C/N - Your child’s name

The last three days have blended together in a blurry warp neither Dooo nor Y/N have been able to really process. Their home is quiet, too quiet, and these last few days have been way too calm and relaxed. It’s given them both the time to recharge their batteries and deal with the parent burnout that occurs when one needs to match a child’s energy almost 24/7. I mean sure, with Y/C/N now being twelve, the constant running around to make sure he doesn’t get hurt like a toddler would has lessened but he’s still one energetic kid that wants to involve his parents into everything.

And these last three days, Dooo and Y/N have been missing that greatly despite the satisfaction of being able to sit down to watch a movie and actually watch it or the ability to go to bed and actually sleep without the loud music or yelling coming from their son’s room. It’s been good, but it’s only good for so long - after a day and a half they were already starting to miss the little man.

Dooo has taken to streaming and practicing new riffs to get his mind off Y/C/N and his safety while Y/N is taking time to catch up with the work she hasn’t been able to do while helping her son with his homework. There’s a petty big disbalance in that area though - she’s got all the homework basis covered. From math and science to history and foreign languages while Dooo only helps with the music homework which Y/N can’t help with even if she wanted to. The only thing that evens it out is the fact that her husband does the other chores like cooking, setting up the table etc. while she is busying herself with her son’s homework, taking herself back to middle school.

And it boggles her brain to think that when she was Y/C/N’s age she was only four years away from getting pregnant with him.

“Bro, are you missing on purpose?!“ McNasty asks, or rather screams, into the mic at Dooo who really can’t be bothered to aim properly.

“Bro, are you distracting me on purpose?“ The accused retorts, finally being able to land a decent shot and get to safety before his own brains could get blown out.

“Are you two flirting on purpose?“ Soup interjects, pulling his own weight in the game unlike the distracted Dooo.

“I think they are. Guys, come on now, we’re playing Rainbow Six not a dating sim. Get it together!“ Blarg joins Soup’s neutral but mocking side of this ‘war‘ outside the game as the shootout continues.

“Since when do we need to be playing a dating sim for me to be able to flirt with McNasty. That’s like saying I need to marry him to sleep with him. I mean, I would marry him if I wasn’t already taken.“ Dooo casually says, shrugging his shoulders as his friends crack up.

“Taken? Taken as a fucking joke?“ Soup says, causing Blarg to laugh his lungs out twice as hard as he previously was.

Mocking joke at his expense or not, this manages to get Dooo doubling over with laugher too, “No...no *cackle* no, I was thinking more along the lines of...”

“Dad!“ The swinging of his office door comes sooner than the end of his sentence and Dooo finds himself tacked by the boy he swears was a whole foot or two shorter last week.

He swears he can remember holding him in his arms for the first time as though it was yesterday, how has there been twelve years from that moment till now he’ll never fathom.

“There’s my little man!“ Managing to stabilize his gamer chair back on all its legs, Dooo settles the boy in his lap like he’d do since the pediatrician told them it was ok for them to sit him down, aka when Y/C/N was only a year old. Back then he’d do it so the two could watch TV together or so he could hold the guitar as if he was teaching his son the ropes too. Y/N was fretting over school and also found a job, leaving her boyfriend with the baby most of the time but being a super affectionate mother every moment she got to spend with the little boy. When Y/C/N turned four, and when Dooo started streaming, he’d have his best friend accompany him on the streams, instructing the little guy to be quiet as he sat in his dad’s lap, mesmerized by the games on the screen before him. Afterwards he’d ask a ton of questions and retell it all to Y/N at the dinner table when she got back from work.

Seems like not much has changed since then, except maybe that their baby boy isn’t so much a baby anymore.

“I’m not a little man, dad! I’m not two!“ The kid complains but just about that nickname. Seems like he too misses enjoying the games his dad plays like he did as a toddler since he rarely has the time to do that nowadays.

“No, you’re not.“ Says Dooo seriously, “Back then you were a mini man. Now you’re a little man, and you will continue being one till you’re eighteen. That’s when you’ll lose the ‘little’ and be just a man. A grown-ass man.“

“How’s that fair?!“ The boy complains but freezes up when another voice, a more authoritative one, enters their bubble.

“Dooo, honey, how many times do I need to warn you about cursing in front of Y/C/N.“ While stern, Y/N’s tone is still playful, inviting smiles on both the man and the little man’s faces.

“Ass isn’t a curse word. Just a part of the body.“ The twelve-year-old explains as he approaches his mom, hugging her once again since he’s returned but this time more with the intention of getting his dad out of trouble.

“And here I thought we’ll be making cookies together later. Guess not.“ The woman shrugs too casually in contrast to the boy’s dramatic reaction. Y/C/N immediately lets go of her and takes off running down the hall.

“I’ll get my apron on!“ He calls back in the midst of his run, cracking up both his parents.

Y/N shakes her head, turning to her husband, “Well I better go put mine on too. You carry on with...that.” She points at his screen before turning on her heel to leave the room. Foolish of her to think he’d let her.

Dooo wheels his chair to her, taking a gentle hold of her arm before she could get far, “Nah, I don’t think so, hun. There are the confused-ass men in my headphones and a bunch of people watching who’d like an explanation to what just happened.” Seeing her shrug her shoulders, he takes it as an act of surrender, so he takes the opportunity to yank her to him, causing her to squeal as she lands in his lap. She sends a frown his way but he gets rid of it quickly as he tickles her sides, causing her to giggle, “I need ‘em to know that I’m taken in more ways than as a joke.”

With that, he doesn’t allow her to interject with anything sarcastic because he rips the headphones out of the speakers, allowing the confusion in the call to seep into the room.

“McNasty, Soup and Blarg, this is my wife and the mother of our child, Y/N. And yes, she does take me as a joke sometimes but I did take her hand in marriage, so that’s the only thing that fucking matters.“

There’s a brief moment of silence before Blarg quirks up, opening the gates for the other two to speak up as well.

“Wait a minute, you’re married?!“

Soup follows suit, “You have a kid together?!”

And then McNasty, “Wait a minute, YOU’RE NOT A VIRGIN?”

The two cackle, never taking their eyes off one another as they silently agree on who answers what.

Dooo takes the first question, “Yes, we are married. We have been for six years now.”

Y/N takes the second, “We do! We’ve had the little rascal since we were sixteen actually. A little mishap as a result of lack of sex education and a ton of recklessness on our part. But one we do not regret. Yeah we were dumbasses at the time, we still aren’t much older mentally, but we raised a good young man, I’d say. And let me tell you, Y/C/N, is Dooo Junior. Like a mini version of his dad.”

“I’m really sorry for you.“ Blarg says, still very much flabbergasted, “One Dooo is more than enough. Oh and it’s really nice to meet you, Y/N. Always great to have another member to the ‘Mock The Dooo’ club.“

Soup agrees, “Yeah, it’s great to meet you. And congratulations on...well, everything! Your son, the marriage, the whole nine yards. And now your membership in our club.”

The woman giggle, jumping at the feeling of her sides getting tickled again but Dooo prevents her from running away, “Pleasure to be here. Do you guys have cookies or something?“

“Didn’t you say you would be baking them? We’ll bring beer tho!“ Soup offers helpfully, “No, no, on second thought scratch that, cookies and beer doesn’t sound good at all.“

This gets everyone to laugh once again, everyone except McNasty who’s been hella quiet. Dooo immediately notices.

“McNasty, you alive over there? You good, bro?“ He asks, half genuinely concerned and half very fucking smug and amused. Let’s be honest, everyone would be this smug if they just laid a bomb like that on their friends.

“He’s muted on Discord. Hold on, let me unmute him.“ Blarg says and not a moment later they hear....

“CHAT, THEDOOO ISN’T A VIRGIN! Holy shit! I repeat: THEDOO IS NOT A VIRGIN!!!“

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