#and he doesn’t wear a tutu or a tiara bc he doesn’t want this to look like he’s doing drag or making a joke

[thefactsofthematter]

having random au thoughts but ballet dancer race is so very special to me… mini fic in the tags lol

[hxscenarios]

The Adult Trio having a tea party with their little daughter?

Hisoka:

-> Oh he’d go ALL out. If his daughter wants him to wear a tiara and a tutu, you bet your ass do it and look fabulous.

-> Doesn’t make the tea bc he’s horrible in the kitchen. He’d somehow poison it.

-> Probably the happiest having a tea party with his kid.

Illumi:

-> Also would not make the tea. But he’s not as bad as Hisoka in the kitchen.

-> I know his eyes are literal voids, but when he’s playing with his daughter, he has this look that lets you know that he is, in fact, enjoying the moment.

-> No one can witness it tho. It’s a moment JUST for him and his daughter.

Chrollo:

-> Agrees to wear a tiara.

-> Will talk to any toy his daughter says are tea party guests.

-> ACTUALLY makes tea and lil snacks.

[spencersawkward]

not to go full fluff central but omg can you write a one shot about matthew hanging out with his kids?? i see him as a girl dad and he would 100% play dress up with them and they would be wrapped around his finger and itd be so sweet it could cause cavities lmao i just want that man to have children so bad

ugh yes i want him to have kids so bad and YES he 100% is a girl dad i definitely agree. this was super interesting to write tbh bc i did it from his perspective but i'm glad i did and i'm glad you asked for it bc we love a saccharine one-shot! also i'm so bad at names for characters i'm sorry lol.

summary: Matthew has a day off with his two daughters!

content warnings: none! literally just fluffy fluff with a side of fluff.

word count: 2.1k

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when Matthew wakes up to the press of a crayon on his forearm, he nearly startles. his head jerks up to see his daughter, Juniper, trying to draw on him. her hair is neatly braided and the other side of the bed is empty, indicating that his wife has already gotten up.

"good morning, sweetpea." he says to Juniper with a tired smile, wincing when she tries in vain to draw on him. wax on skin doesn't work that way.

"it isn't working, Dad." she pouts. she throws the purple crayon onto the bed and stares at him. she's got dark lashes framing huge, beautiful eyes, and a gap between her front teeth. she pried out the baby tooth a week ago-- seven years old and already determined to take it out herself-- and has been showing it around the house like a trophy.

"maybe we can try with markers after I get up." he suggests. she peers at him with an impatient expression.

"fine." although the word is venomous, she crawls up the bed until she's tucked beneath his arm and he kisses the top of her head. Matthew smiles to himself as he holds her, happy to have the whole day to spend with his kids. he hasn't had a day off in forever.

"should we make breakfast for you and your sister?" he asks cheerfully.

"yes!" she leaps up to stand on the bed, jumps around a little bit on the cushy mattress. "come on!"

"okay, okay," he chuckles, throwing off the covers. "let me brush my teeth first, sweetheart."

"I'm coming with." Juniper is insistent as she follows him. he takes out his toothbrush and toothpaste while she paws through her mother's makeup drawers and skincare. she grabs a bottle of perfume and examines it carefully. "what is this?"

"let's be careful with that." Matthew turns from the mirror, where he can see the rat's nest of hair on his head while he brushes his teeth, and gently puts the glass bottle back on the counter. Juniper crosses her arms.

"what is it?" she repeats. her father finishes up, then lifts her into his arms like she's a sack of potatoes.

"it's your mom's favorite smell." he clarifies. after kissing her little cheek, he walks into the kitchen with Juniper's arms wrapped around his neck. she clings to him like he is everything in the world, and he realizes that this is one of his favorite parts of the day. whenever he holds his daughters, he feels the kind of joy that simply can't be replicated. his heart overflows for them.  

"morning, sleepyhead." Y/N looks up from the counter, where she's biting into a piece of toast and talking excitedly to their other child, Autumn. Matthew grins at the sight of her, so beautiful when she's laughing with her daughter.

"morning." he's smitten.

"I have to go in a minute, but I figured you'd be able to handle a day with them?" she comes over to him and kisses his lips, saying the last part softly. Juniper leans her head on her father's chest, staring at her mother with those enormous eyes.

"with these two devils?" Matthew nods to the girls. "of course."

Y/N shakes her head with a laugh and gives each of her daughter's foreheads before grabbing her purse.

"bye, Mama!" Juniper and Autumn say in unison.

"bye, my angels. I love you very much." she smiles warmly, ruffling Autumn's silky curls before touching Matthew's arm tenderly and heading out of the kitchen. he watches her go, waits for the sound of the lock clicking into place, before he looks conspiratorially between the remaining household.

"who wants pancakes?" he smirks. their ensuing squeals are affirmation enough.  

...

"Dad, can I show you my ballet tutu?" Autumn surprises Matthew by grabbing onto his leg while he's making pancakes. Juniper is standing on a stool beside him, watching and helping to flip the flapjacks.

"nobody wants to see that, Autumn." Juniper scowls impatiently at her younger sister. Matthew turns to his little one and smiles.

"I would love to see your new tutu, sweetheart." he says. Autumn gives the other girl a triumphant look before running off to her room. when Matthew looks at Juniper, she blushes. "be nicer to your sister, Juni." he says gently.

the little scolded creature crosses her arms over her chest and turns her gaze to the pancakes. she knows she's not supposed to be mean, but sometimes Autumn is just so annoying. Matthew can't even pretend to stay mad for long, however, and offers the spatula to her.

"do you wanna flip it?" he smiles.

"yep!" Juniper quickly slides the utensil under the pancake, her father's hand guiding hers to make sure she doesn't accidentally burn herself. she's a smart girl, but she's inherited his lack of coordination (and his nose). they giggle together at the sound of the batter slapping the pan.

"dad, look!" Autumn tugs on the leg of his pants and he glances down to see her wearing a bright pink tutu over her leggings. his jaw drops open in wonderment, tinged with a smile.

"oh my goodness!" he gasps, hoisting her into his arms and burying his face in her curls. "you look just like a princess!"

she giggles. Matthew turns off the stove for a moment to spin her around in his arms before setting her down again and crouching to look at her. "can we see your dance routine after breakfast?"

Autumn nods shyly. he holds her tiny hand in his and kisses the back of it before standing back up. Juniper waits for him on her stool. they get back to cooking, both girls chatting about anything and everything while their father listens intently.

once they set the plates out on the table, Juniper volunteers to distribute forks and knives, and soon they've got a whole spread of golden brown pancakes, whipped cream, and fruit. they heap their dishes with food. the girls have a tendency to take more than they can actually eat, but that's okay. he loves the look of excitement in their eyes when they drizzle syrup over everything.

"nice job, kiddos." he nods, impressed, like they've made the whole meal themselves. both siblings grin back at him proudly. "let's dig in!"

he's hungry. Matthew cracks a couple jokes while they eat, pokes Autumn's stomach when she gets full halfway through her third pancake, and then both he and Juniper watch her do her ballet routine for them. she spins, twirls, smiles as she finishes the dance by throwing both arms into the air like she's won an Olympic gold medal. in his eyes, she has.

even Juniper is supportive and claps with a smile at her sister's achievement. although she teases and can be a bit too harsh with her younger sibling at times, the truth is that she's proud of her. it's evident in the way they play together in the summer, running around beneath the sun while Matthew and his wife sip on glasses of iced tea.  

"brava!" he cheers when she skips back to her seat at the table. "a royal performance!"

"dad, can we have more whipped cream?" Juniper eyes the canister on the table with hungry eyes. he mulls this over for a second, enamored with the fact that she is so clearly his daughter. down to her features and mannerisms, her tendency to crawl onto the couch and watch the scary movies with him that she probably shouldn't be watching at her age. Autumn looks more like her mother, sweet and optimistic. a dreamy expression on her face.

he grabs the canister from the middle of the spread and pops the cap off the top.

"only if you don't tell your mother." he laughs. Juniper shakes her head vehemently like a half promise and opens her mouth as he puts a pile of whipped cream in it. he does it to Autumn next, then himself. they lean back in their chairs, rubbing their bellies with satisfaction.

"yummy." Juniper grins.

"whipped cream is the best topping in the world," Matthew says matter-of-factly, passing down a pearl of knowledge that will stay with them forever. "don't ever let anyone tell you different."

the three of them clean the dishes together, blowing suds all over the room while they listen to Sam Cooke and dance. the house rings with their laughter and the sounds of feet hitting the ground in rhythmic elation, the kitchen their personal concert hall.

if he could only bestow a few life lessons on them, one of them would be the importance of listening to old music.

Matthew wishes that he could spend all his days with them, making breakfast and hearing their crazy ideas. the world is so full and open to them, he sometimes finds himself thinking about how they're going to conquer it. they've got a grittiness to them that they could only get from their mother-- an absolute sureness that stiffens their little spines-- and an imagination that could fill books with stories. he wants to paint for them, do everything for them.

but for today, they head to Autumn's room and play dress-up with the enormous chest of costumes by her bed. should he work on not spoiling her so much? maybe. he doesn't care. she's absolutely adorable when she hauls out princess dresses, doctors' jackets and stethoscopes, other disguises. he thinks she's going to be an actress; she loves to take on different jobs and throw herself into them, walking around the house ordering that her next patient be brought in or for someone to prepare her microscope. her mind is full of ideas.

Juniper pretends to be disinterested in dressing up, but she gives up the act once Autumn hands her a tiara to wear and pours her imaginary tea.

"what flavor is this?" Matthew takes a sip from his miniature cup, fanning his mouth like it's hot. "it's divine."

"it's normal tea, you cuckoo bird." Autumn giggles. she sets the teapot down on the plastic table.

"I'm a cuckoo bird?" he pretends to be offended. "you're a cuckoo bird!"

"no I'm not!" Autumn protests, but Matthew is already wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his lap. he tickles her sides.

"you're the cuckoo bird!" he repeats through her fits of laughter. she squeals and kicks with joy until he sets her back on her feet.

"your hair is crazy." Juniper scolds. Matthew sighs and runs a hand through the unruly curls. they always tease him about it, and somehow it never gets old.

"probably because this one messed it up with her claws." he pokes Autumn's side and he suppresses a gleeful smile.

"Dad, you need a tiara, too." Juniper points to the empty spot on his head. "Autumn, get him one."

the younger sister looks like she's going to defy her sister's bossy demand, but decides against it and runs off to grab another bejeweled piece to place on her father's head. it's comical, the way the tiny thing sits.

"thank you, sweetpea." he smiles at his youngest, pinching her cheek before glancing between the two of them seriously. "how do I look?"

"silly." Juniper giggles. she straightens it out on his head and he wrinkles his nose.

"hey! boys can wear tiaras, too," he defends with mock attitude. "now, can I have more tea, please? I finished mine already."

"of course." Autumn stands diplomatically and pours him a new cup while they pretend to snack on baked goods. Matthew tells them about the new movie he's directing, dipping into his storyteller voice and wiggling his fingers with every mention of a spooky plot point. the girls sit at rapt attention, hanging on his every word, despite the fact that he's got a miniature tiara on his head.

they adore him, and every second he's there, they revel in it. they love their mother, too, of course. but days with their dad are just... different. he lets them eat whipped cream by themselves and tells them stories, kisses their foreheads and dances in the kitchen with them. they always have fun together, no matter how dreary the day is. and those feelings won't change as they get older; he's their rock, their security. he always will be.

[kim-ruzek]

family we chose

Summary: spec fic for season nine bc that photo of paddy with painted nails Sent me. (Ft. Dad!am and cuteness)

Warnings: Cute adorableness and the possiblity you may die from how fluffy it is.

Word Count: 3.6k (lol can you believe I thought this would be 1-2k?)

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Notes: Paddy + painted nails + Theories = me going fucking crazy with feels.

“Adam, are you done yet?” Makayla calls to him, her voice a whine. Six year olds are not known for their patience, and Makayla is no different.

“Almost,” Adam replies as he finishes up putting away the freshly washed plates from their dinner. Makayla is old enough that she can play, happily and contently, by herself without his participation but during dinner she had asked him if they can play princesses and who was he to say no?

Especially when it helps distract her from the awkward questions she’s asking about Kim, and the clear anxiety and worry which is clearly plaguing the girl, the missing presence of her adoptive mother hanging over them both like a dark cloud.

It’s day two of Kim being in the hospital—day three, if he was to count the night Kevin and Jay found her. She had been in surgery for hours, and it had killed Adam to have to stay away, to not he at the hospital, but Kevin stayed on the phone with him and he was grateful for that.

And it was easier knowing that he was doing what Kim would want, that he was looking after her little girl, helping to preserve some normality in Makayla’s life.

When he had looked after her that night, he had just told her that Kim was busy at work, and he could see that Makayla had sensed that wasn’t just it, but for the most part she believed him. The next day was more difficult, however.

They knew that Kim is going to be okay. She has quite the recovery ahead of her, and she’s nowhere near ready to leave the hospital—she hasn’t even stayed awake for more than five minutes, and even that might be too generous. And so Adam had the task of telling Makayla this.

In his years as a cop, he’s had to do a lot of notifications and telling people that their loved ones are in the hospital but it never gets easier, and none of it could prepare him for having to tell Kim’s six year old.

It had gone better than Adam had thought, with him discovering that he’s a little better at this whole thing than he assumed he’d be. But Makayla’s worries and fears was clear; Adam having to reassure her that Kim will be coming home, and that in a few days, she’ll be able to see her.

“And,” Adam had told her with a smile, hoping to distract her. “Until then, we can have lots and lots of fun together.”

His goofy smile and his light hearted voice seemed to reassure her, as she had smiled at him them, an adorable toothy grin that somehow—even though it makes no sense to as why—reminded him of Kim.

Makayla had asked him if they could make Kim a card, to which he obviously said yes, and they had a fun evening with card, paint and glitter and Adam thought that maybe he’ll actually be able to do this. She did, however, when night came ask if she could sleep in his—Kim’s—bed and, although it sent him briefly into a panic, he immediately said yes, wanting to be able to report to Kim that he did everything right.

“Adam!” Makayla calls impatiently again and Adam laughs, shaking his head slightly.

“I’m coming,” he says, walking to her and taking a seat beside her. His bones complains about how low to the ground he has to be, but Makayla’s bright smile makes it worth it.

“Okay then, lil darlin’, how do we play princesses?” He asks her and her smile widens at her new moniker he’s given her. He called it her yesterday, right after yet another thought that Kim and her may not be blood related, or even known each other for long, but there’s already so many similarities between the two came to him.

“I’m not that small, Adam! I’m third tallest in my class!” Makayla had initially protested to the lil part of name.

“I know you’re not that small,” He had agreed, even though to him, she is, obviously. “But you’re lil darlin’ because you’re Kim’s daughter and Kim is darlin’.”

He had then momentarily freaked out, because he’s not sure how she feels about being called Kim’s daughter, and because he was scared that she’d think he was forgetting all about her mother, the one who raised her for six years.

But Makayla didn’t seem to mind, in fact, she seemed to beam wider at it. She made it clear that she liked Kim and her having matching monikers, and that she’s Kim’s junior—and thankfully, she didn’t ask why Kim is darlin’, as Adam had no idea how to answer that.

Makayla, now, in response to his question, jumps up and runs to her bedroom. She’s back shortly after, with a box filled with princess outfits, and bright materials, like a fluffy neon boa scarf.

“Here!” she places the box down, smiling proudly. Adam eagerly returns the smile, before fishing out a tutu out of it. He holds it up, grinning goofily at her.

“Somehow I think this won’t fit me.” He jokes and Makayla giggles.

“Of course it won’t, silly. You can use some of Kim’s clothes!” Makayla tells him.

Makayla quickly chooses what clothes she—and he—is going to wear, wrapping the neon boa scarf around his neck proudly. And then she’s going back to her bedroom, coming out with a smaller, more delicate box.

“First, we need to put on this!” She exclaims, opening the box to reveal kid makeup, nail polish and some stickers. Adam raises his eyebrow.

“Kim says we have to put it on before the clothes, so we don’t get the nail vanish on it.” Adam thinks she means varnish, her mistake making his heart constrict at the adorableness. Makayla then grabs this sheet, putting it over the rug.

“And we need to make sure we don’t mess the carpet,”

With that done, Adam peers into the box. “Okay, what colour do you want to paint my nails?”

It’s not a sentence Adam ever thought he’d say, not at this time anyway, but he doesn’t mind. Not even when Makayla’s eyes fill up with glee and mischief as she happily exclaims;

“All of them!”

Adam isn’t one who takes much photos, especially as he got older and more serious, and had less things in his life he wanted to document. But he takes lots after him and Makayla dress up, wanting to have a record of this for when Kim is properly awake.

And, if he’s honest, for himself, as—despite the love of his life being in hospital in the ICU—this is the happiest he’s been in a while. He snaps photos of not only Makayla, but himself, capturing his made up face, the tiara on his head and his multi-coloured nails.

Makayla is at school the next day, and Adam is in Kim’s hospital room. He’s showered and washed off his face, and in his clothes, obviously, but his nails are still painted. Makayla seemed to be really happy at him letting her paint his nails—saying offhandedly that her uncle never used to let her paint his nails—so he kept them. That, and because he couldn’t find the remover for it, of course.

“Hey, Kim.” Adam says softly. Kim’s not awake, still sleeping and if it wasn’t for the bruise on her face, the hospital gown, and all the wires surrounding her, Adam would think she looks so peaceful, like she’s just slumbering in her bed at home.

She’s off the ventilator, now, and Adam thinks that he’ll be able to take Makayla in to see her tomorrow, even if she’s not awake when he does, because she doesn’t seem as scary, as hit and miss and near death.

He’ll never be able to get the image of her lying attached to the ventilator, the day after they found her. Adam had dropped Makayla off at school and headed straight to the hospital. Kevin had met him outside, and warned him it wasn’t pretty, and he thought he was prepared—but nothing could ever prepare him for that.

Adam sits down next to her bed, now, lightly holding her hand in his. He’s immediately brought back to all those years ago, to when she was shot the first time, and she was in the hospital. He feels just as sick as he did then, feeling as if half of his heart is gone.

He can’t help thinking how this is the reverse of then, too. Back then, he had to hide how he felt from everyone, the only one who knew was Kim. And now, now he doesn’t have to hide it, everyone in his unit knows just how much he loves her, but Kim doesn’t—or rather, perhaps, can’t see it, for whatever reason.

He’s caught up in this thought that he doesn’t notice her stirring, her eyes opening. He only realises she’s awake when she squeezes his hand—weakly, still not strong—and his eyes look up from the spot they’ve been staring at and to her face.

Kim’s eyes are only half open, heavy lidded, but she’s awake and she’s looking at him. Currently, the only people who has gotten to see Kim, awake, is the doctor, the nurse and Kevin and Trudy. Adam knows he’s needed by Makayla, but he can’t help but feel envy, jealousy, that others got to have her see them and he hasn’t.

But now she’s awake, and she’s looking at him. There’s a smile dancing on her lips, soft and gentle but so, so Kim. His mind can’t help but go back to that first time she was shot again, and about the smile she gave him then, when she realised he was there, with her.

“Adam,” Her voice is barely there, dry and hoarse, coming out a little more than a whisper. But his heart skips a beat at hearing her say his name, and he knows he should calm himself, because Kim has made it clear that dating isn’t on the table—even if he thinks her reasons are nonsense—but he can’t because he loves her, because he nearly lost her, because he’s spent the last few days looking after her daughter and wishing she was his as well, because she’s awake and she’s looking at him and she’s saying his name.

“Hey, Kim.” He says again, managing to catch himself just in time before he accidentally slipped out a darlin’ instead. Her eyes glance down before glancing back up, her smile widening.

“I like the nails.” Her smile is playful, teasing and even though her voice is still dry, he can hear the amusement in it. Adam looks down at his hands, still around hers, and he feels oddly exposed, that it’s apparent just how desperate he is for them to be a family.

“Makayla and I played princesses.” He tells her, proudly, shrugging off any feelings of desperation and insecurity. He then pulls back from her hands, reaching into his pocket for his phone.

“I took photos—if you want to see?” He offers, watching as Kim’s eyes light up. She instantly tries to move, to adjust herself so she’s sitting up more and he immediately stops her, jumping to help her instead.

Kim shifts over, encouraging him to sit down on the bed so that she can see the photos with ease. She’s been in the hospital for days, and the sterile smell clings to her, but he can still smell her, the essence that’s just Kim as she rests against him. He tries to calm his beating heart, but that’s impossible whenever Kim is around him, whenever she is on him.

Especially right now. When all he can think about is how much he loves her, and how domestic this all feels, showing her photos of her daughter, the daughter Adam’s been looking after.

Adam is showing her the photos, getting near the end of the mass he took, when he realises she’s stopped cooing. He thinks she must’ve fallen back asleep—understandable, depending everything her body has been through—but when he looks down at her, she’s still awake.

She’s not looking at the photos, but at him. There’s a softness, affection, in her expression and Adam doesn’t quite know how to read it.

“I love you.” She says then, her voice the clearest it’s been. He blinks, stunned, not expecting that to come out of her mouth.

“Kim—” He goes to say that they don’t need to talk right now, that he doesn’t need to hear this, but she continues, fixing him a look—a look that reminds him a fair bit of Trudy—telling him to be quiet.

“When I was in that warehouse, dying, all I could think about—other than Makayla—was you. I even called out to you; all I wanted was you, to have you save me. I thought I was going to die and all I could think about was how we’ve left things, how I’ve pushed you away. You’re my person, Adam. I know, now, I’m never going to want anyone else and all what I’ve been trying to convince myself about you, about us, it’s bull. I love you, and I never want to be scared that I’ll die without you knowing that ever again.”

This is everything Adam has wanted to hear for years, and exactly what he’s been desperate for ever since, right before Kim fostered Makayla, they slept together again. It’s embarrassing how many nights he’s spent lying awake, staring at his ceiling, wishing for her to say this to him but now, when it’s actually happening it, all he can do is stare, stunned, at her.

“Kim,” He says again, her name leaving his lip sounding quite like a plea. Hearing her say this, hearing her tell him this, it means more to him than he could ever describe and he doesn’t know exactly how to express that, how to express the thoughts and feelings in his mind, in his heart.

“Look, we don’t need to like. I don’t expect anything from you. I know we have stuff we need to talk about, I can’t click my fingers and make everything that’s happened between us okay. But I needed you to know this—I thought I could wait, until I’m better. But you—you let Makayla paint your nails,” It’s so much more than that one gesture, Adam can tell. He can tell from how she says the words, the way seeing his nails painted means so much to her, that it signifies something so much more important than just him having fun with her daughter. And he can tell because he knows her, knows Kim better than he even knows himself.

And he understands exactly what she means, excited what she’s feeling. When he let Makayla paint his nails, he did hope that it would show Kim that he’s taking his role seriously, taking the fact that he’s their family seriously, but that wasn’t why he let her. Adam let her because she’s an adorable child, because she’s Kim’s daughter, because she deserves to be happy. He wasn’t thinking about what he could personally gain from it, it was just something he did without much thought, something that just made sense to agree too—just because Makayla asked.

Adam can see that Kim understands that, and that’s what’s resonated with her, that’s what’s making her look at him like that, with love and adoration and utter affection, a look he hasn’t quite seen in her eyes since the day he proposed to her.

It’s the first time since Kim was pregnant and let him in that hope blooms in him; that Adam has hope that finally, finally, he’ll get his girl again.

He softly strokes his thumb against her hand, before lifting it up and giving it a gentle kiss. “I know, darlin’.” He doesn’t hesitate or hold back now, knowing that it will be received well, and Kim smiles at it.

Adam notices then that she’s looking tired, and realises that her body needs more rest. He gently puts down her hand. “Rest, now. We can talk more about this—us—when you’re better. You need to rest and recover, because I know there’s an adorable six year old who misses you very much.”

Kim smiles again and Adam’s heart warms at the sight of it. “And darlin’? I love you, too.”

She falls asleep shortly after that. Adam doesn’t particularly want her too, not ready to stop seeing her awake, to talk to her, to see her smile and hear her voice. But he’s okay with it, because she wants him and she might be asleep now, but they have all the time in the world, the rest of their lives, to be together.

A couple days later, Kim has gotten stronger and needs less wires, the bruise on her face going down and colour returning to her face. She’s still got such a long recovery ahead of her, and she still needs to be in the hospital for a few more weeks, but Adam can finally bring Makayla with him.

The six year old is very excited, waking Adam up at an unholy time in the morning, practically jumping around the place. She’s made Kim another card and several pictures—some of which includes Adam in them, which warmed his heart—and while she understands Kim can’t come home just yet, she’s still very happy she can see her.

Adam walks through the hospital to Kim’s room, Makayla on his hip—although the way she’s bouncing, squirming with barely contained excitement, it’s a miracle Adam is able to keep hold of her.

He’d have let her bound ahead, walking by herself, if it wasn’t for it being a hospital, Adam wanting to make sure she’s contained and doesn’t cause any destruction.

There are many perks to being a cop, and being able to weave through the hospital with ease just with the wave of your badge is one of them. Although, Adam’s badge isn’t around his neck, Makayla having claimed it for herself.

“Can I wear it?” She asked him that morning, when he explained to her why he was wearing it around his neck, on display. He had agreed, not only because she’s too cute to say no to, but because she’d be carried by him, which would clearly show the other adults around that he was a cop, even if she was wearing it.

“Uncle Kev!” Makayla greets Kevin enthusiastically as they approach Kim’s hospital room. Kevin’s been sitting with Kim until they arrive, and at Adam’s text that they had, he had clearly headed out, ready to greet them.

“Hey, M.” Kevin ruffles Makayla’s curls, the girl grinning as he does so. He then nods in greeting to Adam; the two men still need to have a long conversation—in which Adam knows his role will be too listen, the only words being an apology—and they won’t be totally fine until they do, but there’s an understanding between them.

“How is she?” Adam asks Kevin, discreetly asking if Kim is tired, so he can prepare Makayla for that.

“Good, getting better and better. She’s been napping all morning, so she’s ready for this little one,” Kevin ruffles Makayla’s hair again. “Now, M, Adam’s explained that Kim’s gonna need to take it slow? That it might be scary—but she’s okay, she’ll be home before you know it?”

Kevin’s years of raising his siblings is displayed in how he talks to Makayla, using a soft, but adult tone?

After Makayla nods in answer to Kevin, Adam’s walking into Kim’s hospital room, the six year old on his hip. Kim’s sitting up in her bed, ready and eager to see Makayla. A wide, happy grin overtakes her face as soon as they enter and Kim sees Makayla.

Adam puts Makayla down as soon as they cross the threshold and she wastes no time running up to Kim’s bed. She does hesitate before jumping onto the bed, taking a step back and cautiously climbing up at the end, not wanting to accidentally sit on Kim.

Adam watches this, and watched how then Kim guides Makayla into her arms, her daughter immediately snuggling into them, looking happier than she’s looked in days. The scene tugs at Adam’s heart; they really do belong together, that is clear, their bond strong and true.

“Come cuddle, Adam!” Makayla then looks back at him, smiling that grin of hers, beckoning him over enthusiastically. He hesitates, not wanting to intrude on the moment, on Kim’s reunion with her daughter, but then Kim smiles at him; a big, loving smile which invites him over.

“Kim, guess what?” Makayla turns back to Kim as he heads over. “I’m lil darlin’! And it’s not ‘cos I’m short, but 'cos I’m your daughter!”

The way this makes Kim feel is clear to Adam, her expression open. She responds to Makayla, but she catches his eye, and Adam knows exactly what she’s trying to express to him.

When he reaches her bed, Kim pats her other side, encouraging him to sit down with them. It’s a tight fit, Adam barely on the bed, but it’s nice. He lifts up his arm, wrapping it around Kim, and she leans into him, Makayla snuggling against her still.

Makayla quickly urges Adam to pass her bag to her, so that she can show Kim all the stuff she made for her. Kim’s face lights up at them, looking with awe and wonder and love but all Adam can think about is how well the three of them fit together, that they’re already like a family.

There’s so much to discuss and work out, but Adam is looking forward to what the future holds if this is even a small glimpse into what it’ll be like.

[spookysanta]

point break. (g.d.)

Summary: they’re headed down a path to destruction... and on GiGi’s birthday, of all days.

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: angst, swearing, mentions of divorce

i wrote this in one day sorry if it sucks but i may do a separate little fic for gigi’s birthday just bc i can :)

SLIGHTLY EDITED

*****

The two of them don’t really fight anymore.

And it used to be the only way they would communicate.

But now, unfortunately, Grayson and (Y/N) are on a break—Gray even packed some clothes for a couple days to stay at Ethan’s house in the guest room. But a couple of days turned into a week, and one week turning into three.

Obviously, they don’t want it to be this way, but the constant fighting and bickering would get to be too much. Especially for their daughter; she may have been a daddy’s girl at heart, but her mama was her best friend. So, the toddler now felt that she had to choose, which was a lot for an almost three-year-old to handle.

They’re cordial toward each other, only really interacting when GiGi wants to talk on the phone to the other parent, or when they’re dropping her off during the week.

But it was GiGi’s birthday today, and their sweet angel was now three years old.

The phrase of the day was “wow, time flies”. (Y/N) woke up this morning almost in tears because she was reminiscing of her life over the last three years and the blessing that this little girl was. Everything was so different back then—and now it seems like everything’s shifted in a negative way.

Her phone rang. Where it used to say “Hubby <3”, it now just says “Grayson”. She answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, Mama! It’s my birthday!”

“Hi baby! Happy birthday, my favorite girl.” Her tears dried immediately, and a smile formed on her face. “You excited for your party?”

“Yup! I wanna wear my dress.”

“The pink one?”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah, you can wear that. Is that with daddy or is that here at home?”

“I don’t know.” Her voice changed and she sounded a bit sad.

“Well, that’s okay,” she reassured her daughter, “we’ll look for it; and if we can’t find it, you can wear your tutu and tiara, okay?”

She sighed dramatically, “yeah.”

“What’s wrong, bug?”

“Nothing, mama,” she managed to lie. “here’s daddy.”

(Y/N)’s heart sank to her stomach. This always happens when she sees him or hears his voice nowadays—she still gets nervous like she used to when they first started dating. “Hey.” She heard him say.

“Hi.”

He was quiet for a moment, trying to figure out what to say to someone who doesn’t like making small talk. “Um… I just wanted to say, that I’m gonna bring her back around ten-thirty.”

“That’s fine.” She shrugged, feeling a lump form in her throat. This was the conversation that she was having with the man of her dreams? “Are you coming to the party?”

“Yeah, of course.” He cleared his throat. She didn’t know it, but a lump was forming in his, too. “It’s at home—I mean, your house, right?”

My house? She thought. Last I checked, both of our names were on the lease. “Mhm. Noon to three.”

“Cool. I’m gonna pick up my mom, your parents, and Cam from the airport after I drop Cookie off and then I’ll be back in time for the party.”

“Okay.”

“See you later?”

“Yep, see ya. Tell GiGi that I love her.”

“Will do. Bye.”

“Bye.”

The doorbell rang, just as (Y/N) was trying to decide how much liquid courage it would require to survive the afternoon. “Ding dong!” she heard GiGi’s excited voice on the other side of the door. She opened it, seeing Grayson for the first time this week, and boy, did he look a wreck.

Good, she thought.

His eyes had bags under them, and they were puffy; his hair was styled but still disheveled from, what she can assume to be, him tugging at it in frustration; and he wasn’t as confident as he usually is—his stance was more contracted, and he looked insecure.

“Hey.” His voice came out hoarse, as if he’d cried all night long.

“Hi.”

“Hi!” exclaimed the little girl in his arms. “Hi, mama!”

“Hi, baby!” he passed her to (Y/N) and GiGi wrapped her arms around (Y/N)’s neck, laying her head on her shoulder. (Y/N) pressed her nose against the little girl’s head, smelling her hair that always smelled like baby shampoo. “Missed you, birthday girl.”

“Missed you, mama.”

“Did you have fun with daddy?”

She felt the little girl nod slowly. “Mhm. Baked cookies.”

“You and daddy baked cookies?”

She nodded again.

“She’s a bit sleepy but clearly very excited still,” Grayson spoke up from the doorway. “she was sleeping in the car.”

(Y/N) hummed. “I can tell. I’ll let her lay down for a few before I get her dressed.”

He nodded, eyes darting around the house. He opened his mouth to say something but shut it in fear of triggering an argument on GiGi’s special day. “Well, I’m gonna head to the airport.”

“Okay. Say “bye, daddy”.”

“Bye, daddy.” GiGi waved, already almost asleep.

He took strides over to them, leaning down and kissing the little girl on the cheek. He could faintly smell the remnants of (Y/N)’s body wash. “I love you…cookie.” He caught himself. “Be good while I’m gone, yeah?”

“Kay.”

He looked at his wife and gave her a thin-lipped smile. “I’ll be back by noon.” He said simply to her, letting himself out.

***

“Nooo, mama, I want this dress.” GiGi whined.

“I thought you wanted the pink one.”

“Uh-uh,” she shook her head, holding a frilly baby blue dress close to her. “wanna wear this one now.”

“Okay, then. Give it to me so I can help you.” (Y/N) held her palm out.

“Nooo.” She whined again, “I can do it.”

“Okay, okay! You can do it.”

The toddler stepped into the unclasped dress, pulling it up her body, and putting her arms through the sleeves. “Can you do this?” she asked, referring to the clasps on the back of her dress.

“Sure, bunny. Come here.” (Y/N) clasped the dress, then helped GiGi into her sandals—much to the little girl’s dismay—then carried her downstairs so she could have something to eat. She set GiGi in her highchair. “What do you wanna eat? Grilled cheese?”

“Yeah.” She said in excitement, because the Dolans rarely—if ever, anymore—eat cheese, or dairy in general; but right now, it’s just her and GiGi, and she thinks they can have a cheat day every now and again. “And ranch.”

“Gross.” She muttered to herself, making what she wanted anyway. “Gia, are you excited?”

“Yessssssss. Super-duper excited.”

She let out a laugh at her response, “I can tell.” She finished making GiGi’s sandwich and cut it in half, putting some potato chips on a plate with it and a small container of ranch. “Here, beans.”

“Thank you, mama.”

The doorbell rang, and (Y/N) looked at the clock on the stove. 11:49 am.

She went to the front door and opened it, “Hey, mom!” She greeted her mother with a hug happily. “How are you?”

“That’s what I should be asking you, right?�� She nodded behind her, where Grayson was helping (Y/N)’s dad get the luggage out of Ethan’s Jeep. “We’ll talk.” She patted (Y/N)’s shoulder, moving past her and into the house.

Lisa Dolan walked up the porch afterward. “Hey, honey.” She took (Y/N) in an embrace. And wow, was (Y/N) putting on a brave face—she didn’t think today would be this emotional for her already. Of course, she knew she would be an emotional wreck at some point throughout the day, but she didn’t think it’d be before the party even started. “How’s everything?”

“He told you?”

She just nodded. “Yeah.” She sighed. “I know you don’t want to talk about it right now, but you know I’m always here, no matter what happens, okay?”

“Yes. Thank you, Lisa.” They hugged again, then she went inside. (Y/N) stayed by the door and kept it open so that her dad and Grayson didn’t have a hard time getting the luggage in.

Once they got everything inside, she greeted her dad. “Hey!” he beamed. They exchanged words, then he went into the kitchen to take GiGi out of her chair and swing her around like she was on an airplane.

“So, we can put all of the cups and plates and stuff outside on the present table, and when Ethan comes, he’ll put up the pinata. Does that sound okay, (Y/N)?” asked Lisa, who was helping (Y/M/N) gather all of the utensils in a bag to be set outside. “Then that way, all you and Gray have to do is get her ready and bring out the cake and ice cream.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Mama,” GiGi said from her grandpa’s lap. “I want chocolate ice cream.”

“We got the swirly kind, bunny.” Grayson replied before (Y/N) could. “Chocolate and vanilla.”

“And my own cake?” She asked. “Don’t wanna share.”

(Y/N) laughed. “Yeah, baby. You have a little cake all to yourself.”

She clapped her hands in delight. “Yay!”

***

Once the festivities began, all of GiGi’s friends came from her daycare and around the neighborhood; Grayson even invited Austin, Catherine, Elle, and Alaïa to join in on the fun. All (Y/N) wanted to do, though, was cry (and drink). She managed to step away from the party while the kids played in the bounce house—that was supervised by Ethan, the self-proclaimed bodyguard—and sat in the kitchen at the island, laying her head in her crossed arms and letting out a much-needed sob…which turned into a wail.

Grayson walked inside, grabbing a bottle of water, but stopped as he heard a cry. He turned his head and saw his wife laying against the kitchen island. “Hey,” he said quietly, taking a seat next to her. “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She choked out, sitting up and wiping her eyes. “I just had to let that out.”

“Is there…something going on?”

She shook her head, saying, “No,” and hoping he’ll go away.

“C’mon, there has to be something going on with you…with us.” He fought the urge to comfort her by rubbing her back like she liked. “I just want answers.”

“Well,” she said, really just wanting him to go away. But not really. She’s not sure; but she does know, two weeks without him constantly questioning her was something that she was starting to enjoy. “I do, too.”

“Huh?”

“I just want to know what you’re thinking, since you want to be inside my head so damn bad.”

“I just want to come home.”

“So come home, you do pay half the mortgage.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want though, because you don’t want me here.”

“I never said that.”

“But that’s what it seems like.”

“But that’s not what I said.”

“Okay,” he stood, going into the refrigerator and getting the bottle of water he came into the house for initially. He took a big gulp, leaning against the stove across from her. “so then what?”

“What?”

“Do you want me to come home?”

“Of course, I do.”

“But...?”

“But all we’re gonna do is fight.”

He nodded tightly. “So you’d rather me leave and us drift apart than for us to work it out.”

“I never said that!” she exclaimed. “That’s what pisses me off about you; you always twist my fucking words. If you’d stop trying’ to be right all the time, maybe we wouldn’t fight as much.”

“Maybe if you didn’t say dumb shit all the time, I wouldn’t have to twist your words to make sense.”

“This is the shit that irks me.” She huffed.

“Let me ask you this, though,” he cleared his throat. “are we done?”

“I don’t know, are we?”

His demeanor changed back to how he was when she saw him this morning. “I don’t want us to be.” She could tell, though he was putting on a brave face, he was hurting. “I just…I just don’t want us to give up.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?”

“Fight me!” he shouted, making her jump slightly. “Scream at me, call me names, yell at me, anything! Literally anything is better than how we’ve been lately.”

“I don’t want to fight, though.”

“But we gotta get it out. So here we are—right now. Why are you mad at me?”

“Grayson, not right now—”

“Yes, right now. Gia’s being supervised and we have thirty minutes until it’s time to cut the cake. So we have thirty minutes to fight.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes.” He confirmed. “You want me to go first?”

“Sure.”

He sighed. “I thought you were sleeping with your boss, but I was too afraid to ask.”

“What?” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Are you fucking dense?”

“No, I’m not. I thought you were fucking him because you kept getting promoted; so I figured he must like you for a reason outside of your job performance—”

“Probably because I’m a good person.” She retorted. “Or, maybe, I’m just really good at what I do.”

“So you weren’t sleeping with him?”

“No. God, no.” She shook her head. “But while we’re on the subject, I was told by one of the other moms at Gia’s daycare that Miss Rodriguez wanted you to leave me for her.”

“Huh?”

“Yup.”

He thought for a moment, his mind racing. “Our daughter’s teacher wanted me to leave you... for her?”

She nodded tightly.

“I literally didn’t know about this until just now—but wait, is that why you didn’t fight me when I left?” He asked lowly, almost scared to ask.

“Yeah.” The lump formed in her throat again. She choked out, “I thought you’d made your decision.”

“Hey.” He rushed over to her, sitting next to her as she started to cry again. This time, he didn’t think twice about pulling her into his arms, feeling her body shake. “Honey, listen to me…I would never, ever leave you. Okay?”

“But you did.”

“Yeah, I did. And I regret every second of me being gone. I just thought you’d wanted space, or you realized that I wasn’t what you and Gia needed.”

She rested her forehead on his shoulder and she really thought she was gonna die because of how deprived she’d been of his scent. “Of course, you’re what we need, idiot. I wouldn’t be anywhere without you.”

“That’s not true.” He snorted. “You’re the most independent woman I know.”

“But you convinced me to move out here after us doing the whole long-distance thing. You, for some stupid reason, persuaded me to elope with you—”

“—but it was fun, and you loved it, so shut up.”

“—and I came back pregnant. But you gave me our little cookie. And in between all that, you built me a house for us to live in, you bought me a car, and when I asked for a puppy, you were more than willing to get a puppy just because I asked.”

“And I really would’ve, if I didn’t like to live.”

She laughed. “I say all that to say,” she sat up and took a moment to really look into his eyes. “you’re the reason why I am who I am.”

“I could say that about you, y’know. I could say that before I fell in too deep doin’ shit I knew wasn’t in my best interest, you showed up and you saved me.” He let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in. “I’m sorry.”

“Me, too.”

“I love you, okay? A lot. And we have to get better at telling each other how we feel. Because I’m not leaving again, and divorce is not an option.”

“I love you, too.” She wrapped her arms around his neck like she used to, running her fingers through the short hairs at the nape of his neck and pulling slightly. “A lot.” She leaned in and kissed him.

He grinned like a teenager with a crush—which, some would say, he still is—kissing her again, grabbing her by the face. “We’re not doing this shit again, ma’am.”

“Yes, sir.” She winked.

“Do not get me started.” He kissed her again. He pulled away. “So what are we gonna do about Miss Rodriguez?”

“I’m gonna beat her ass.” She shrugged. “She almost ruined my marriage.”

“Or, we could just take Gia to a different daycare.”

“Whatever.”

Lisa walked into the kitchen. “Whew, there you are! C’mon, she wants you guys.”

The couple got up and made their way to the patio, him opening the door for her like he used to. But before she could leave, he grabbed her gently by the forearm. “Hey,” he mumbled. “I love you.”

She smiled. “I know.”

[lachlantrash]

Lachlan missing his daughter's birthday party because his flight back from Florida got cancelled so to make it up to her, she makes him wear a tutu and tiara and have a tea party with her

Yes! He was totally in Florida doing some promo thing and missed his fight home for Briella’s birthday. It was her fifth birthday, and it was princess themed bc his little girl is a princess. She’s absolutely heartbroken her daddy wasn’t there to see her get dressed up like Cinderella and actually see THE Cinderella at their house for a party with all her school friends. So when Lachlan finally comes home the next day, she is stubborn as hell and refuses to even welcome him home like she always does, and it breaks his heart. He wishes he could’ve been there with his little girl, but he just couldn’t, and he wants Bri to forgive him sooner rather than later. So he sets up a tea party in the playroom, full out not letting his sons in the room for some daddy-daughter time. He gives her a formal invitation (which you have to help her read) and requests her to be wearing her formal princess attire. She giggles in excitement, making him smile before excusing himself with a bow. He digs out his tuxedo that he wore to your wedding, almost unable to fit in it since he’s gained a tad bit of weight since your wedding years ago. He has a few of her favorite stuffed animals sitting around the kiddie table, her tea set placed on it with an assortment of muffins he bought from the bakery down the street. He knows she doesn’t drink tea, not yet anyways, so he has hot chocolate made (he begged you to make it because you’re the best at it). When she comes down in her Cinderella dress, a little crown on her head he can’t help but to smile at how adorable your daughter is. He’s in awe until she giggles at him, spinning in a circle to show off her whole dress. “Am I a pretty princess, daddy?” She asks excitedly, smiling as she sits next to her absolute favorite Teddy Bear that Lachlan bought her (It’s a black bear she named Sparkles). “The most gorgeous princess I’ve ever seen, my love.” He says, pushing her chair in before squeezing into the little chair across from her. “You’re not dressed like a princess.” She says, taking notice of his tux. “Well no, but I am dressed formally!” He points out, motioning to his tux. “But tea parties are only for princesses, daddy.” She scoffs. “I can help! I’ll be right back.” She laughs, running upstairs without letting him get a word in. When she comes back, she has a pink tutu in hand, as well as a matching pink tiara. “Mumma wore these yesterday, but she said you could borrow them for the tea party.” Bri tells him, handing them over to him. “Are you sure Daddy needs to be a princess? What about I be a prince?” He tries, watching his daughter pout and cross her arms, shaking her head in a way that reminds him of your stubbornness. “Only princesses come to tea parties, not princes.” She huffs. “Alright, daddy will be a princess.” Lachlan gives in, reluctantly fitting the tutu over his tux, letting Briella put the tiara on his head. “How do I look?” He asks, spinning the same way she did earlier. “So pretty, daddy.” She laughs, hugging his leg. “You’re the best daddy ever.” She mumbles into his leg, bringing a smile to his face as he remembers why he does this in the first place. “I love you, Bri. Now are we gonna have a tea party, or what?” He says, making her squeal before sitting back in her seat, pouring them both a mug of your hot chocolate.

[peachdaydream]

BTS Single Dads

*Gif is not mine

This one……..got away from me a lil’. ^^;

Single Dad!AU - Part One - Part Two - Part Three -

Jin

has a little girl who is most definitely Daddy’s Little Princess™

wears tiaras and tutus at her tea parties and OWNS IT

lets her help him w/ the simple things when he cooks

like washing the vegetables or taste testing

there won’t b a day where jin hasn’t made her the best lunch

is the dad all the moms look like w/ heart eyes

he cries the first day of day care

bc wow…….his baby has grown so much

she is 3 seokjin chill

doesnt know what to do w/o his bundle of joy

b u z z e d  when it’s time to pick up his princess

spots his daughter skipping out but damn near has a heart attack

his baby……his LITTLE GIRL was HOLDING HANDS with a BOY THAT WASN’T HIM

calm yourself seokjin he is a child

“Who’s that pretty girl you’re holding hands with, sweetie?”

your voice chimes from behind him, going over to the two toddlers and affectionately rubbing your son’s head

jin freezes and watches you like…..hey………you’re kinda cute………

snaps out of it when his daughter sees him and squeals

your eyes settle on jin and youre like wow he’s so handsome no wonder his kid’s beautiful??????

you shyly introduce yourself to him and he does the same

then his daughter’s askin him if she can go play with her new friend at the park

now jin’s lookin at two sets of puppy eyes and your pretty smile

next thing he knows these little play dates become regular whenever his schedule is free

n you and him begin to spend time together after dropping your kids off

have lil dates of your own when he doesn’t have shoots n you don’t have work

don’t realize how close you’ve become/how you feel about each other until one day your son calls him ‘dad’ n later on in the day his daughter calls you ‘mommy’

neither of you bother correcting them????

so you just melt into this family unit wordlessly and it all just slips into place, you take care of his daughter whenever his idol life takes up his time

all you know is that if anything were to happen to that man or his daughter, you’d b right there by his side

you know that he feels the same

Suga

his son is literal min yoongi 2.0 

same habits, same eyes, same love for sleep 

even down to his gummy smile

made it easy for yoongi to raise his kid and still pursue his passion for music

whenever he wanted to produce music his son would just take a nap in his arms

yoongi’s lil koala bear, v v clingy even when he’s older

often takes nap w/ his kid lmao

couldn’t b more proud when he says he wants to learn how to play the piano at age 6 after seeing yoongi play it one day

yoongi hires the best private piano teacher for kids i.e. you

first time you see yoongi n his son you’re kinda like  

um???? you sure this kid’s not your clone??????

you begin your lessons easy enough

sometimes, when yoongi had the time, he’d sit n watch

you got real nervous at first but got used it n slowly learnt about them both bit by bit

got v v comfortable with the duo, to the point you’d joke around with them n exchanged personal numbers with yoongi

one day when the lesson was done and yoongi was due to pick his son up from your place, he suddenly called

told you he’d b a while before he could come by, something abt a work emergency and he sounded v distressed

you quickly told him it was fine and that you’d look after his kid no problemo

got off the phone worried, his son looks at you n just says innocently

“my dad thinks you’re cute”

throws you into a loop, a whirlwind of emotions

yoongi’s son just pads away to get a juice box from your fridge

his job is done

yoongi finally comes by n you open up the door with his sleeping son in your arms

before he can say thanks you relay the information his son gave you

look of goddamnit flashes across his face

“i….um……..think you’re cute too…..”

someone help min yoongi he’s fallen and he can’t get up

“…wanna go for dinner?”

J-Hope

is that one dad who carries his new born baby on his front with a one of those cute cuddlebug baby carriers

will fight anything that makes his new born baby daughter cry

which isn’t much bc she takes after her father

generally just a happy baby

always smiling like that baby in the sun on teletubbies

only gets really upset if she’s away from her father for too long

makes it difficult for him to work bc he can’t be on set for long before she starts wailing

tried babysitters before n none of them could calm her down

so happy that everyone’s understanding of him at each shoot tbh

then at one of the shoots he’s introduced to his stylist’s new assistant

you shyly introduce yourself to him quietly, seeing his daughter asleep in her car carrier seat

he started off his shoot pretty well, shooting solidly for half an hour until she woke up and started crying

hoseok quickly apologizes and rushes off to the styling room where he left her, only to hear her wails cease when he was half way there

he gets there n peeks into the room like ????????? where’s my child

you’re sat in one of the empty make up chairs with his daughter on your lap and you’re….singing to her

she’s got her sunshine expression on as she watches you

beside you, you hear jimin call hoseok’s name n you look up all flustered, stuttering and apologizing 

meanwhile……..hoseok’s……..just……..

(๑♡⌓♡๑)

“oh god i’m so sorry i didn’t ask if i could hold her i just don’t like seeing babies cry i wanted to try and calm her down because jimin and taehyung tried to and it didn’t work if you’re angry i totally understand-”

“could you…look after her until the shoot’s done? i promise i’ll make it up to you!”

before you know it you’re job as an assistant is gone and you’re more or less the one who takes care of sunshine 2.0 every shoot

not that you mind bc her cutie sunshine dad’s smile every time he sees you is worth it (plus you love his lil baby)

and he brings you something every shoot as a thanks despite you telling him you were more than happy to take care of his daughter

everyone but you notices how hoseok stares @ you when you’re not looking

other members push him to ask you out, knowing you feel the same way abt him

so at the end of the shoot his daughter’s being clingier than usual and won’t let go of you????? gets fussy when hoseok tries to pry her chubby hands off your top

it’s like she knows about her dad’s feelings n is telling him to hurry tf up bc she likes this one

he just goes pink and asks if you wanna have dinner at his place

you’re just like !!!!!!! yes!

everyone watching cheers, including the rest of bts

hoseok takes your hand n bolts to escape endless teasing

Rap Monster

has the most well mannered and intelligent child

but if left unattended for 0.1 second he’ll manage to break something

like father like son eh?

is also the dad who reads books to his kid, but not actual kid books but books that get the mind thinking, doesn’t care about age bc you can never b to young to b educated

you’re his next door neighbor and also a pediatrician

met him for the first time bc his son fell over outside n started crying

namjoon freaks the f out, thinking the worst thing like his son somehow broke his damn leg

then you come out of your house with oven gloves on like????? strange handsome screaming man………u good?

you invite them into your house and tend to his kid’s deathly wounds of……scraped knees

give ‘em both a cupcake that you finished baking and make namjoon coffee

get to know the both of them and quickly build a friendship w/ joonie

you think his son is the sweetest thing on this earth bc he’s so kind???? and very literate for his age

you swap book and movie recommendations

they actually stay for a couple of hours and help you make dinner

and you’re like ?????? how in the?????

neither of you know exactly how this situation has happened

but neither of you deny that it somehow feels…………right????

at the end of their impromptu stay you supply him with a basic first aid kit(just in case) and a few more cupcakes before they’re on their way

he never uses that first aid kit, always comes straight to you

cant really find yourself to mind, you let em both in every time

everything in your relationship really isn’t planned it just…..happens

he comes over when his kid’s in school to get to know you better

one thing leads to another and suddenly you’re cuddling and watching a movie and kissing???

when it’s not joon, it’s his son that just comes to your house bc he finds your job interesting, you in general tbh

made his dad freak out the first time though, joonie was yelling and knocking on your door

“HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON NEMO, HE’S SMALL AND CLUMSY LIKE ME”

“……buddy…………didn’t you tell your dad you’d be over here………?”

“uhhhh……..whoops……?”

namjoon thanks every holy deity that you moved in beside him

he knows that you’d have no issues taking care of his kid and you’d be the safest pair of hands to leave him w/

Jimin

tiny squishy teddy bear raising a tinier squishy teddy bear

his lil boy shares his round cheeks and his precious killer eye smile

ALSO loves to sing just like papa

jimin’s phone is filled with videos of his toddler singing to himself

likes to watch them when he cant be w/ him bc of work

very social bab and gets along well with others

also plays well by himself, honestly he’d be happy singing to himself in the sandbox

all is well as long as he never parts with the mochi plush he’s had since he was a baby

refuses to do anything if he doesn’t have that plushie w/ him

will literally walk away from jimin if he accidentally dropped his plushie w/o realizing

that’s actually how you met the squish

you were walking your dog when you heard a child singing and you turned like ??????

who is this child why is he alone and not at the playground with all the kids

you go over to the tiny child bc what else were you supposed to do?? leave him um no

you go over and ask if he’s okay and he just tells you he’s lost his friend momo

he describes momo while petting your dog and you figure out he’s talking about a plushie and offer to help him

so now you’re carrying child in one arm and your dog’s leash in your other hand

you end up finding momo the mochi plush in the sandbox

the bab in your arm squeals and gives you his best eye smile when he has momo

now onto a different task - to find the bab’s father

doesn’t take long honestly

just walking around with a singing child in your arm then BAM

a man who looks like he’s about to cry rushes up to you, he would know his baby’s voice from a mile away

at first your just like uhhhh then the bab reaches for jimin, unaware of the breakdown he caused his father to have

que jimin cuddling his son for a while with his son like ^-^?

“ahhh, thank you so much for taking care of him…i don’t know what i’d do if i couldn’t find him……thank god he found someone so nice….”

“it’s okay!! it was no trouble at all honestly”

he offers to take you to lunch w/ them

you blink and suddenly two pairs of eye smiles are directed at you and LORD HAVE MERCY YOU WERE NOT PREPARED

after that day you keep bumping into them, so much that his son remembers your name n you’ve exchanged numbers

jimin knows he has to make a move when his bab has made up a lil song he sings when he sees you

someone send help how’re you supposed to deal with the amount of eye smiles they give you when you see them

V

has twins, 1 boy 1 girl

it’s like someone did ctrl + c then ctrl + v on his boxy smile and put it on his kids

literal pack of puppies with taehyung as the alpha puppy

pack of adorable + v well dressed puppies

two modes of fashion

1) all three ready to step out onto a runway 

or 2) animal onesies all day every day

doesn’t believe in those child leashes so they travel in a holding hands chain

that means if one gets lost they all get lost

but hey at least they’re not separated lmao

they are the family who gets lost in ikea

the puppy pack are in their matching puppy onesies, tae pushing the shopping cart along that contained his pups

in a part of ikea they probably shouldnt b in

but then!!!!

they find you!!!!!!

you don’t work there tho

you are also lost and confused

also wearing a dog onesie bc you came w/ your friends but ended up getting separated

the twins see you are and immediately turn to tae like SHE’S ONE OF US WE NEED TO ASK HER IF SHE WANTS TO COME WITH US

you hear them and turn around like ?????

three sets of boxy smiles are facing you

inside your mind ‘o no thEYRE CUTE’

you end up sticking w/ them and have tons of fun as you try n find your way out

take turns sitting in the shopping cart w/ the twins n pushing each other 

twins quickly like fall in love w/ you……lmao bless…….

but both you and tae can see yourselves spending more time together???

great minds think alike

you find the check out eventually, all giggly and happy

everyone’s looking at the puppy pack ft you like family goals

an old couple actually come up to you guys

“you’re such a cute family!! we remember when we were your age w/ our kids!! we wish you a happy n bright future!!!”

you and tae are bright red like “uhhhhh”

meanwhile, the twins, “thank you!!!!” (◕ ワ ◕✿)

when youve found your friends and it’s time to say goodbye the twins get v sad and clingy

ngl you got a lil teary seeing their sad lil faces

you end up exchanging numbers w/ tae and promise his twins you’d see ‘em again

you give ‘em lil smooches on the cheek to make them smile

also quickly kiss tae on the cheek then BOLT

meanwhile, your friends ( ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡° )

Jungkook

save him

he’s a baby taking care of a baby

v scared of doing anything wrong

thanks whatever higher being everyday bc his son is so chill

knows he would have suffered(more) if his child was not chill

also thanks higher beings for you falling into his life

bc before you hoo boy…………he  s t r u g g l e d

you found him at the grocery store

he was holding his sleeping baby and looking at the shelves of diapers like he was trying to diffuse a bomb

youre a babysitter so you just went up to him just like……..are u okay…….u dont seem…..okay………..

nochu looks at you like you’re an angel sent from above

you can tell right off the bat that it’s his first kid and that he didn’t have anyone to help him out

you babysat for single parents for most the time so you knew how to spot one

you gave him your best tips on childcare and he hangs onto your every word

by the time youre at the check out, you give him your number and tell him that if he needs any help then just call

you find yourself over at his place after you figure out that he’s more of a hands on learner than a leaner who can have instructions told to him over the phone

tbh you don’t mind at all bc he’s fun to be around and his baby is the chillest baby youve ever met

you end up getting rlly close to the point youve met his friends, he’s met yours

even your parents know about each other and urging you to get together already smh

you dont realize how often youre around at kookie’s place until one day you cant go over for a couple of days bc youre at your parents’ place

on the second day youre away you get a million missed calls from kookie

once you call back he almost cries in relief n tells you his bab won’t stop crying no matter what

however…….the moment he puts you on speaker…..

his bab…..stops….????

so you and kook experiment for a bit on the call n you stay silent for a bit

then the cryin starts again but then you start talking

s i l e n c e

then kookie asks shly if you mind giving him a call every so often

you can tell he’s blushing

“sure kookie i dont mind tbh i miss you guys”

then you just quietly hear

“…….god i could kiss you…….”

………….

“damnit jungkook why do you have to say that now?”

“h-huh? wait- you weren’t supposed to-”

“you better kiss me when i get home or i’m gonna hit you”

“o-oh!”

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Derek Hale As A Father

Requested: | yes | no |

Pairing: Derek Hale x f!Reader

Summary: Derek as a dad according to my weird head

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: cuteness

A/N: This is based on a very weird dream that I had 😂 Also BRETT DESERVED BETTER HE WAS MY FAV AND I’M ANGRY AF         And can we talk about Nolan? I know he’s a lil bit of a psycopath but those nose freckles are so cute and I can’t really hate him props to Froy Gutierrez for the amazing acting skills

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Pregnancy and going into labor

When you tell him he’s scared at first thinking that he’s not ready for a child. What if he’s not good enough? What if something happens to him and the child has to grow up without a dad? What if someone makes your child a target because of him?

But after you assured him like two hundred times that he’s going to be a great dad and nothing is going to happen because the pack is there to protect the child, he accepts the idea

He actually gets really happy, he smiles and laughs

And fuck what a sight

You go to the doctors right away to see if everything is okay

The pack is thrilled

Lydia starts to plan shopping sprees for the baby

He growls at everyone who is too close to you

You can’t even lift a finger, he does everything

It gets kind of annoying because pregnancy is not a disease

“I don’t see the point of having a baby shower…”

“Because it’s fun. C’mon Derek don’t be such a sour wolf”

“Then why is he here?”

“Peter is your uncle.”

You guys don’t want to know the gender of your baby, you want it to be a surprise

The pack places bets

Scott, Lydia and Mason bet on girl

Malia, Liam and Stiles bet on boy

“Are you betting on my child?”

He doesn’t really know what to do about your mood swings but he tries his best

Like he’s really confused

One minute you’re angry, the other you’re crying and then you start laughing

He gets disgusted af with your cravings

Bc let’s be honest you wouldn’t eat that shit unless your hormones were all crazy

Which they are

But if you’re craving ice cream at 2am and it’s raining cats and dogs Derek still goes out to buy you ice cream

If you take up the whole bed, it’s fine he sleeps on the couch he doesn’t mind

Foot rubs

Back rubs

Wearing his shirts because your clothes are starting to get tight

Peter is not allowed to be alone in a room with you

“Derek do we have Nutella?”

“No, (Y/N) the book I read says that you should eat fruit. Do you want an orange?”

“Derek, which one of us is going to have to give birth to a werewolf baby? It’s me, I don’t want any goddamn oranges I want Nutella!”

Late night talks about your baby’s future

Derek talks to your belly when he thinks you’re asleep

“I don’t know if you can hear me but I just want you to know that I’ll always be here for you. No matter what”

He carries you everywhere

The smile that lights up his face when the baby kicks for the first time

But then it gets painful

“Derek tell your child to stop kicking me, I can’t sleep”

Whenever you feel insecure he reassures you that you’re still beautiful

Having the pack over a lot

Everyone is always listening to yours and the baby’s hearthbeat just in case

Painting the baby’s room together

Which ends up with you two painting each other instead of the walls

Your waters break in the middle of the night

You try not to freak out as you wake up Derek and tell him that the baby is coming

He is  f r e a k i n g  o u t  but he tries to stay calm because of you

You guys are quick to leave the loft and drive to the hospital

When you get there you realize that you don’t have your maternity bag

Derek wants to go back to get the but you want him to stay

And although it’s 3am and he still calls Scott to get the bag from the loft

Contractions are a bitch

Especially with a baby werewolf

You have to wait a few hours before you start pushing

You only start pushing at dawn

Derek is by your side holding your hand and lowkey taking your pain away without the doctors seeing it

Forget the pain of contractions

Pushing is worse

Even with Derek taking your pain it still hurts

You cuss him out while your pushing

“FUCK YOU HALE I DON’T WANT ANY MORE KIDS I’M GONNA CUT YOUR DICK OFF!!!”

He just agrees because what else can he do?

But everyone knows that’s a lie because the baby making process is really fun especially when it’s with Derek Hale am I right?

Finally after three hours of pushing you finally hear a tiny cry

And all those hours of pain are worth it

Derek kisses you happily as he mumbles how much he loves you

The first time he held your baby he cried

Then you cried

Everyone cried

If it were a boy

Okay I can’t get over the fact that Derek would buy a leather jacket to match his own

Stuffed wolves because you’re that cliche

He’s the one who gets up in the middle of the night when the baby cries

As soon as your son starts to crawl he just leaves the room so quickly that Derek panics for a few seconds before he hears a giggle in the other room

And he starts doing it on purpose

He takes after Derek

Basically you have a tiny version of Derek walking around

Big green eyes just like his father

And as soon as he can walk, your son just walks away from you like he doesn’t know you

He likes picking on Stiles too

He bites him, drools on him and the lil shit still laughs

Derek is sooooo proud

That little frown when someone picks him up after he walks away

He eats a lot

The only thing he takes after you is your clumsiness

He bumps into everything

He trips over nothing

His first word is “no”

He said after Stiles told him to stop biting him

Derek teaches your son how to play basketball

“Derek why are you taking him to the woods?”

“Because he needs to learn”

“Derek, he’s two”

Sometimes you walk in on them sleeping, your son curled up on Derek’s chest

Your son is very sarcastic at an early age

“Stiles is a bad influence on him, (Y/N)”

“He learned it from you Derek”

They team up to prank you

Crying on the first day of school

Derek cries, you don’t

You help him with his homework

As a girl you teach him how to treat a girl’s heart

Or a boy’s heart

Really you don’t really care as long as your son his happy

You accept whatever career he chooses because you just want him to do what he likes

“Dad, stop I’m 17”

 If it were a girl 

She cries a lot as a baby

Derek found out the only way for her to stop crying is when he flashes his blue orbs at her

Her favorite uncle is Scott

Probably it was because of the red eyes

Werewolf things you know? Can’t relate to that

When she starts to crawl she hides

And she’s tiny so she fits everywhere

It’s hard to find her sometimes

Lowkey Derek is proud because as a werewolf if she can hide she’ll be fine

It takes her a while to start walking but when she does she never wants to sit still

She loves when Derek holds her tiny hands to help her up

Her first word is “Lucky” the name of your dog

Actually it was more like “Wucky”

And she’d have Derek wrapped around her little finger

Whatever she wanted, he’d give it to her

“Derek you’re spoiling her”

“No, I’m not” *silence* “Okay maybe I am but I can’t say no to her”

Play dates would include Scott and Derek sitting on her bedroom floor with tiaras and tutus sipping tea

Also you and Stiles by the door laughing your asses off

If she wanted to do Derek’s make up, you can bet that Derek is going to have lipstick on his teeth and eyeshadow up to his forehead

Maybe a sticker or two on his forehead

“How do I look?”

“You look gorgeous hun”

Since she couldn’t braid their hairs, she’d try to braid yours or Lydia’s

But that wouldn’t stop her from doing weird ponytails on them

Then she’d take advantage of Liam when he grew his hair a bit

I feel like Derek would raise is daughter to be a badass

And she doesn’t take shit from anyone

She’s a Hale, she was born done with everybody’s shit

She has the same scowl as Derek

Overprotective Derek when she’s old enough to date

But she knows what she’s doing

How many times have you opened the door to a teenage boy with flowers?

a lot

Derek’s overprotectiveness gets a little too much

“She’s kissing him outside on the front porch!”

“Derek, she’s 23 she can do what she wants!”

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