#dad!noah

[artificialfanfiction]

Ikigai-One Shot

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Disclaimer: The content on this blog is entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes. None of the scenarios depicted here are based on real-life occurrences. Enjoy the stories and let your imagination run wild!

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pairing Noah Sebastian x reader

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In the quiet, moonlit suburbs of a quaint town, a young couple named Noah Sebastian and y/n sat anxiously in their cozy living room, surrounded by the gentle whispers of anticipation. Noah, the charismatic singer of the rising rock band, Bad Omens, gently cradled y/n's hand, her eyes reflecting the excitement and nervousness that danced within her soul. The sound of their unborn daughter's heartbeat echoed through the room, a symphony of life growing stronger with each passing moment. They had chosen the name Ikigai, a Japanese concept that embodied the essence of their love and the purpose they had found in each other. As the clock chimed midnight, y/n's contractions grew closer, signaling the imminent arrival of their baby girl. With a mix of awe and apprehension, they looked into each other's eyes, ready to embark on the most profound journey of their lives together.

As the first light of dawn pierced through the curtains, y/n took a deep, steadying breath, her eyes meeting Noah's with a silent communication of love and determination. His gaze was filled with reassurance, a promise that together, they could conquer the world. Her contractions had become a rhythmic crescendo, and it was time to head to the hospital. Noah helped her to her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist to support her as they made their way to the car. The cool, early morning air washed over them, carrying with it the scent of dew kissed grass and the faint whispers of a new day beginning. He opened the car door with a gentle touch, helping her in before taking his place behind the wheel. As the engine roared to life, the reality of the moment sank in Ikigai was on her way, and their lives were about to change forever. With a firm grip on the steering wheel, Noah navigated the deserted streets, the headlights carving a path through the darkness. The world outside was still, yet within the confines of the car, a storm of emotions swirled, a potent mix of fear, excitement, and hope. Each mile brought them closer to the hospital, and with it, the culmination of nine long months of anticipation. Their hearts raced in sync with the growing intensity of y/n's contractions, counting down the moments until they would hold their daughter in their arms. The silence was broken only by the occasional murmur of comfort from Noah and the soft, persistent beat of the car stereo, playing the unreleased lullaby he had composed for Ikigai.

The hospital loomed ahead, a beacon of hope and comfort amidst the serene stillness of the early morning. Upon their arrival, the expectant couple was ushered into a warm, welcoming room, where the soft hum of machinery and the gentle footsteps of the nurses offered a soothing contrast to the urgency of the situation. Noah held y/n's hand tightly as she was wheeled into the delivery suite, the air thick with anticipation. The medical staff bustled around them, preparing for the miracle that was about to unfold. His voice, usually a powerful instrument on stage, was now a quiet pillar of strength, whispering words of encouragement into her ear as she focused on the task at hand. The doctor's calm demeanor filled the room with an air of competence and care, easing the tension that had been building for hours. With each contraction, y/n's resolve grew stronger, and Noah's eyes never left hers, a silent pact to conquer this challenge as they had done with every hurdle in their life as a united front. And as the first tender cries of their baby girl filled the air, the world outside seemed to pause, acknowledging the profound beauty of new life. With trembling hands, Noah cut the umbilical cord, and Ikigai was placed into her mother's loving embrace, their hearts forever entwined. The moment was pure, unfiltered joy a testament to the enduring bond of love and the incredible journey they had just begun.

The world outside the hospital room was a blur of pastel colors and muffled voices as the couple marveled at the perfection of their newborn daughter. Ikigai's tiny fingers curled around y/n's thumb, her eyes searching for familiarity in the sea of unexplored faces. Noah, unable to resist the magnetic pull, leaned in to press a soft, reverent kiss to her forehead, his heart swelling with an emotion so intense it threatened to consume him. The nurse, noticing the proud father's quivering lip, handed him a camera with a knowing smile. As he snapped the first of what would be countless photos, capturing the fleeting moments of their daughter's arrival, y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. Despite the exhaustion that clung to her like a second skin, she knew that in this moment, everything was exactly as it should be. Their little family of three had just begun their symphony of life together, and she couldn't wait for the melodies that were yet to unfold.

The days that followed Ikigai's birth were a whirlwind of sleepless nights and endless cuddles, as Noah and y/n navigated the uncharted waters of parenthood with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The rockstar lifestyle took a backseat as Noah traded his microphone for diaper changes and late-night feedings, his eyes never straying far from the tiny being who had so swiftly stolen his heart. The melodies of his band's hits were replaced by the sweet, soothing lullabies that filled their home, each note a declaration of love for their daughter. Y/n watched him with a quiet smile, her heart full as she saw him transform into a devoted father, the same passion that fueled his music now channeled into nurturing their child. Together, they learned the delicate dance of caring for their newborn, finding joy in the smallest of moments the way she cooed in her sleep, the softness of her skin, and the way she looked at them with an unspoken love that transcended words. The world outside continued to spin, but within the walls of their little sanctuary, time stood still, a gentle reminder that amidst the chaos, the true meaning of life had just begun.

The couple's bond grew stronger with each shared smile and giggle from their daughter. The rhythm of their lives shifted to match the tempo of Ikigai's needs, and amidst the chaos, a new harmony emerged. Noah found inspiration in his fatherhood, penning lyrics that reflected the profound love and responsibility that came with it. His music took on a deeper, more introspective tone, resonating with fans who could now see the softer side of the bad boy rockstar. Meanwhile, y/n discovered a newfound strength in herself, balancing her role as a mother with her own aspirations, her dedication to their family a testament to the power of a woman's heart. And in the quiet moments, when Ikigai slept peacefully in her crib, they would sit side by side, holding hands and whispering about their dreams for their daughter the adventures they would share, the lessons they would teach her, and the love that would guide her through the symphony of life. Their world had expanded in ways they never could have imagined, and as they watched her grow, they knew that their love for each other had grown even stronger, a foundation upon which their little girl would build her own life's masterpiece.

As the months rolled into a year, as the sun kissed the horizon with a gentle goodbye, Noah awoke to the sound of Ikigai's soft coos, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. He picked her up, her warmth seeping into his soul as he cradled her close. The melody of her first giggles filled the room, a sweet reminder of the new chapter they had entered. y/n stirred, her eyes opening to the sight of her husband and daughter in a tender embrace. She couldn't help but feel a sense of completeness, a symphony of love playing in their little corner of the world. As they began their day, the rhythm of their lives with Ikigai grew stronger, each moment a verse in the ever evolving ballad of their shared journey. The house was alive with the music of their love, each day a new chorus in the grand symphony of their growing family.

The next evening, as the setting sun painted the sky with a warm embrace, Noah and y/n sat on the porch swing, Ikigai nestled between them. The air was filled with the sweet scent of jasmine, and a gentle breeze played with her hair as they watched the world slowly come alive with the whispers of twilight. Noah softly strummed his guitar, the melody of an unwritten song drifting through the air. It was in this tranquil moment that they felt the first whispers of a new tune, one that spoke of the uncharted territories of their future as a family.

"Hey, baby girl," Noah whispered, his voice as smooth as the melody he had composed for her. "You're going to love this one." He began to play a new tune, the strings of his guitar vibrating with the depth of his feelings.

Y/n leaned her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed in contentment. "It's beautiful," she murmured, feeling the music resonate within her.

"It's for you," Noah said, his eyes never leaving the fretboard. "For all of us, really. It's called 'Our Melody.' It's about the journey we've been on, and the one we're just beginning."

Ikigai stirred slightly in her sleep, a small smile playing on her lips as if she too could feel the love woven into the notes.

"Every beat, every chord," he continued, his voice a soft serenade. "It's all for you, Ikigai. You're the reason we're singing this song."

Y/n kissed his cheek, her eyes brimming with tears. "And we'll keep singing it," she said, her voice a soft crescendo of emotion. "Through every joy and challenge, we'll find our rhythm together."

Noah nodded, his eyes meeting hers with a silent promise. "Forever and ever," he said, his voice a gentle bass to the sweet lullaby of their lives.

The music continued to flow from his guitar, a testament to the love that surrounded them, a promise of a lifetime of harmony in the symphony of their shared existence.

The night grew cooler, wrapping them in a blanket of quiet companionship as the final notes of "Our Melody" faded into the twilight. Ikigai's breathing grew steady, a silent metronome to their whispers of hope and dreams. They watched as the stars above them winked into existence, each one a reminder of the constellation of moments that had led them to this very point. "Do you think she'll inherit your talent?" y/n asked, her voice a soft harmony to the night's serenade.

"I hope so," Noah said, his thumb gently stroking the strings of his guitar. "But more than anything, I want her to find her own tune, to live her life in a way that brings her happiness."

Y/n nodded, her gaze fixed on their sleeping daughter. "Together, we'll make sure she has all the notes she needs to compose her own masterpiece."

With that, they held each other closer, their hearts beating in time with the soft lullaby of the evening, ready to face whatever crescendos and decrescendos life had in store for them. For in the grand symphony of their love, Ikigai was their most precious composition, the melody that brought their hearts together in perfect harmony. Ikigai's eyes grew heavy, lulled by the music that had been her constant companion since conception. With a final yawn, she closed her eyes, her breathing deepening into the peaceful rhythm of sleep. They exchanged a knowing smile, their hearts in sync with the quiet symphony of their love. As the stars began their nightly performance, they rocked gently, the three of them bound by an unspoken promise to face the world's crescendos and silences together, their love the everlasting melody that would guide them through the symphony of life.

The days grew into weeks, and the weeks into months, each moment with Ikigai a new stanza in the love story of Noah and y/n. They watched her discover the world, her eyes lighting up with every new sound and sensation. Her first wobbly steps turned into confident strides, her babbling into words that grew into sentences, each one a note in the melody of their lives. And through it all, the music remained a constant, a thread that connected them as a family, weaving through the fabric of their days like a never ending chorus. Noah's career continued to flourish, but it was the concerts at home that truly brought him joy, his heart swelling with pride as Ikigai danced to the rhythm of his guitar. y/n's career blossomed alongside her role as a mother, her dedication to both a symphony of strength and grace. And as Ikigai grew, she began to show a natural affinity for music, her small hands plucking at the strings of her own miniature guitar, a mirror of her father's passion. The house was alive with the symphony of their love, each room a stage for the most important performance of their lives the raising of their daughter.

[daylightlvrs]

big dad!noah energy

[eternal-ascensionism]

Do we think Noah is the type to jokingly call you lil mama but then it sticks cause he’s now honed in on all the ways u would be a wonderful mom and now he’s gotta try to keep it together and not tweak tf out to his buddies about that time you babysat or when you helped pull the neighbor’s kid from the pool when he swallowed too much water this dude wants a wife/mother bear type so bad change my mind I dare you

[tending-the-hearth]

*stares at jack darby and miko nakadai and raf esquivel and charlie watson and noah diaz and kris diaz*

[ccircusclwn]

What would you do if your daughter told you she was going to participate in the very show that ruined your life??? probably die honestly

BONUS::: Noah breaks the news to Alejandro

[flowery-mess]

Just another dad Noah thought...

I have two ideas of this in my head...

1) Noah is away on tour and you and your toddler take lots of videos of things you do together to send him. Like you just put your phone somewhere, then forget it's even there and Noah then can watch what he's missing when he's away. So one day you sit your toddler down, put the phone on record and do 'interview about my daddy' where you ask toddlers things like 'how old is daddy? what's daddy's job?' and this is how it goes:

"What's daddy's name?"

"Noaaaaah." he yells, just like you do when Noah is in other room and you call out for him.

"How old is he?"

"Mhmm, 3."

"Oh okay. What's his job?"

"Screaming at people." your toddler says with a proud grin on his face and you try to hold your laugh, because he's kind of right.

"What's his favorite food?"

"Vegetable salad." you can't really remember the last time Noah would ate vegetable salad, but okey.

"What daddy's favorite thing to do with us?"

"Watch a movie and then fall asleep on the couch."

And this would go on for a few more questions and as a respond from Noah you'd get picture of his face with little sad pout and tears in his eyes, saying he misses you and can't wait to be home.

2) Sometimes kids do this at school, so your toddler would come home with two papers, one for you and one for Noah. When you read it for the first you try really hard to not laugh and make your baby sad. But later when the baby is asleep and Noah has some free time for a call, you pour yourself a glass of wine and put Noah on facetime as you read him the cards.

"What's mummy's name? And the answer is 'my love'" and you both make heart eyes at each other, knowing he got that answer from how Noah calls you.

"What's mummy's job?" and the answer would be 'cutting into peoples heads, and you'd be a hairdresser or 'she's selling people drugs' and you'd be a pharmacist.

"How tall is daddy?" and you could not get the answer out of you because you'd be laughing too much "Noah, the answer is 3 feet."

"What's daddy's favorite thing to do with me?" and the answer is 'buying me toys'"

"Oh, guilty." Would be Noah's answer.

"I told you you're spoiling him."

"But he's always so happy and then he's cute, you have to admit that love."

"What does mummy and daddy do after I go to sleep?"

"He doesn't know what we like to do when he's asleep, should I be scared for that answer?" Noah said over the phone.

"They clean after me and drink alcohol."

"Oh god we look like alcoholics."

"Well, I'm literally drinking wine now."

After that you'd fell into comfortable silence and just look at each other through the screen.

"I miss you, just one more week and I'm home with you." Noah said with sad smile on his face.

"Oh I can't wait to have my 3 feet tall husband back so we can drink alcohol together!"

[yarasdead]

dad!noah on tour.

cw. fem!reader, established relationship (married), children, fluff, angst, hurt & comfort, noah is a girl dad, baby's name is mallory, inaccurate talk of being a parent & touring

a/n. *cracks knuckles* making my writing return with a tear jerker :') i had a different thought with this one that involved less angst, but my mind just decided against it lolz!!! the ending is a little bad, but i hope everyone enjoys <3

dad!noah being away on tour from you and your nine month old baby girl, mallory, for a few weeks now. and you can't lie it's hard, you love seeing noah pursue his dreams, he comes alive on stage performing in front of hundreds, thousands of people. but, he also comes alive when he's with his baby girl, doing the most mundane things with her, from starting solids a few months ago, reading her stories, singing to her around the house, taking her to the park, he just shines as dad. and you feel guilty for wanting him to just be a dad, not also a performer who's selling out venues.

you try not to replay the chaos scene of noah leaving for tour in your head over and over again.

"daddy misses you very much, baby girl." noah coos over over the face time. you propped your phone up with the pillows in the bed so it would be leveled with mallory's eye line. smiling softly at the interaction as she bounces happily at the sound of his voice. a far too energetic for a baby in the morning.

"i miss mama, too. where is she mal, where's mama?"

"i'm right here." picking up the phone from the spot to bring it in front of you, your tired grin matching noah's.

"how was the show last night?" a question that's asked without a fail after each show, partially because you love to here noah beam about the shows and the fans, and the other because you simply just love to hear him talk.

"talking about the show can wait. i want to know how you are, mama?" noah diverts.

you start to formulate an answer in your head when you get a baby's fist to the gut, groaning as mallory climbs her way on top of you. adjusting her in your arms so the both of you are in frame. noah's attention flipping from you to mallory for a second, cooing and smiling at her, enticing a string of giggles from her.

you can't ruin this by telling him about the day you had yesterday, from the fussiness of mallory of her denying any bottle you give her so you had to breast feed her despite you wanting to completely ween her off, to the crying fits of her in her crib anytime you set her down for her nap times, the clutter fuck of your work and the spilling your coffee on important papers. you'd much rather lie. "i'm okay." giving your best small smile you can.

noah's eyes flicker up from mallory to you, shifting in his seat while his gaze stays on you.

"you don't look okay."

"ouch."

"you know that isn't what i meant, baby. your eyes are puffy."

shit. you know exactly what he's insinuating at.

"it's my allergies." another lie.

"bullshit."

fake gasping. "our daughter is right here, noah." you joke doing your best to cover her ears with just one hand, trying to worm your way out of noah's demand.

"the word bullshit from from out our daughters mouth is the least of my concerns. are you going to tell me what's up? please, baby?"

you bite down on your lip, gnawing at the plush skin as you look down at your daughter who looks up at you when you brush back her bed head. her big doe eyes looking up at you with nothing but wonder, while you look back with such adoration. motherhood never fails to amaze you at how some days make you want scream like you never have before while others fill you with such joy.

the both of you being up for barely an hour before noah called you. the time zone in the east being ahead than the west so noah already looks like he's put together for the day, while you contemplate even wanting to get ready for the day yourself after yesterday. caressing mallory's head as it falls into your chest from smoothing at her hair. looking back up at your phone you're met with noah's sweet gaze, it never fails to make your heart flutter. but you know you can't not tell him anything.

"it's hard." is all you say, but you see how those two words effect noah. a slight frown appearing on his face and his shoulders dropping.

"i know. and i'm sorry."

"don't be."

"but i am. i'm here across the country while you're at home with with mal. i should be home too."

"please, don't beat yourself up."

"how can i not when you say you're having a hard time?"

"i knew it was going to be hard regardless. but, i can't tell you to not do what you love, noah." you argue.

"if you told me not to do the tour i wouldn't have."

his words hit you like a truck, and they make you feel even worse for wanting to say them all those weeks ago. "that's selfish. not only to you, but the guys, and your fans."

"i don't care. i care about you and mallory. the guys would've understood, they were a little shocked that you were okay with it. and my love for the fans are immense, i'm grateful for them. but i'm forever grateful for you. i don't love anything more than i love you and mallory, and anyone who says shit about me wanting to be home with my girls can fuck off. don't ever feel selfish for wanting me."

you blink back the tears, wiping at a few that fell down your cheeks. a hand playing with the wisp of hair at the nape of mallory's neck, sitting on the new pile of confessions, not knowing what to say.

"next week we have two back to back shows at the same venue and then a day off, why don't you and mal fly out and it'll be a family day?"

you smile, a genuine one. "noah-" you start, a hand tiny hand clasping over your mouth, mallory making her presence known again between her parents as noah lets out a laugh from over the phone. taking her chubby hand in yours to raise it down from your mouth. "you'd love that too wouldn't you? you miss daddy just as much, huh?" your tone switching as you address mallory, bouncing her in your lap as she babbles out.

"i'd love family day."

[thecoyotescry]

Just a thought!

Waking up later than normal on a Saturday morning and hearing muffled voices in the other room. You smile to yourself, because you know your boys are up and waiting (impatiently) for you to come join them. You walk out of the room to find Noah and baby boy (who’s the spitting image of Noah, as previously established) sitting on the couch eating bowls of cereal together. Both are cross-legged with matching bed head and identical smiles and giggles as they watch the cartoons/anime on the tv. You can tell they’ve only been up a short amount of time, due to the soft sleepiness in their eyes. And your heart grows about 7 sizes because these are your boys, and nobody else gets to see big, buff, tatted, “I’m the fucking king,” Noah like this; so sweet and calm and domestic. It’s only for you! 🥺😩

Anyway, happy Saturday, gang! 🤭

[adamprrishcycle]

saw this and realised it applies to basically every character in the raven cycle

[starsomens]

𝕂𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕟

year 1

1-3 months

Have a new baby at home was almost like having a guest in your home. Only your life revolves around them now and you’re constantly worried if they’re okay!

When you had gotten home from the hospital Keaton insisted that he was still sleepy and so stayed asleep meanwhile you and Noah were freaking a bit

“Is he supposed to sleep that much?”

“I mean his is a newborn so I guess it’s normal……is he breathing” *proceeds to put his finger under his nose “okay he is”

Keaton was more a day sleeper rather than at night….big problem. Here you were in your rocking chair trying to get him to sleep at 4:17 am. Your eyes were heavy, your arms felt like rock and you were really just ready to knock out right there. You didn’t tell Noah since he had some things to get done tomorrow

After half hour passed Noah came in rubbing his eyes and took Keaton from you

"Come on babe, it's my turn to watch him,"

"are you sure...*yawwwn* you have that meeting later today, I'll be-"

"Not gonna hear it. Get to bed now missy,"

You were so grateful to have Noah there to help you with as much as he does

Feeding, changing, bathing and night shifts were shared but he always made sure to take on a majority so you could rest more. While he did work still, he worked from home and if he had to take the whole day to help you he did.

The one thing that he did worry about was how small Keaton was. He was just so tiny in comparison to him. He held his entire body in his two hands!

He loved to do skin to skin, especially before going to sleep or while doing work at home. He knew that it was essential for bonding and just overall good for the baby. On top of that he really did enjoy just having Keaton lay on his chest and fall asleep.

When it came to breast-feeding, he was a very big help. He would help to get a good latch or he would help you with the breast pump and remind you about times and switch. Help you moisturize them to keep them from getting dry and cracked

There were nights where he would put Keaton to sleep. While he was in the rocking chair, he was just stared down at him while he stroked the soft hair on his head with his finger.

“ never really thought that I would be a dad…. Once we found out about you, it really did change everything. I swear I’m never going to leave you you need me”

He wants to give him the best life possible and the best dad that he can

3-6 months

So much development! Noah is just taken away by it! Now he's mimicking his faces, and sounds and he will spend HOURS just making faces and sounds or copying him

"babe, babe! Look he's copying me screaming face!" and he'd make his face then turn Keaton around to show you his face

He is convinced Keaton is more advanced than most kids so every time you go to the doctors he's just waiting for them to say they're perfect

the more he grows the more he looks like Noah but with your eyes. You spent 9 months carrying a copy of your husband for him to be his exact copy, but, he did take your attitude and personality

Noah swears that he gave him stank eye when he took the bottle away from feeding and said it looked exactly like you did

"Of course he is! Look at him!"

Noah Love tummy time with Keaton he was just so cute the way he smiled and giggled and tried to hold his head up. And yes He's let his head fall right on the floor and yes Noah has laughed while kissing his head better

Keaton seems to have a thing whenever Noah watches him that he just blows his diaper up almost on purpose. Noah thinks Keaton is entertained by it since he always giggles when he changes his diaper with a stank face.

yes Noah has gotten peed on

Keaton for the most part was a calm baby and seemed to like and be comfortable on schedule and would sleep and eat around the same times unless something happened

Whenever the guys are over he does hover. He hates to be called one and to admit it, but he is a helicopter parent (and it's really cute)

He 10000% takes milestone pictures every month to treasure his growth. Which by the way has cleared a wall in his studio to hand pictures of you guys on it.

Although he loves being hands on he also loves to watch you be a mom. The Keaton looked at you, how loving and soft you looked as a mom. The way your body has changed to create your baby always amazes him.

7-12 months

Keaton was now going through some changes and shifts some were better than others, including you not going to him as often when he cried. Which you hated and honestly Noah would just give in too because in his words it's

"dumb as fuck"

CRAWLING! EVERYWHERE! He underestimated how fast babies can be when they crawl But he loves to lay on the floor and let Keaton just crawl all over him or come and plop his body on his face

By now you're body has healed pretty well but still had some baby weight on you and Noah thinks you still look incredibly sexy

"but Noah look at this,"

"the body that popped out my beautiful son? Yeah I love it, now stop shit talking yourself before to bring Keaton to slobber on you"

Uses his baby as a threat against you by hold him above you and just letting his drool drip down on you (pure evil)

Speaking of drool, he's ben chewing on everything to get to his itchy gums. You noticed he started to grow teeth at around 7 1/2 month when he gave you an open mouth "kiss" you felt something rough and it was teeth! You R A N to Noah

"TEETH!"

"What?"

"TEETH!" and you just opened his mouth to show him the small stubs of teeth growing from the front gums. You were just glad you didn't catch it while you were breast feeding, welp, that means he's gonna have to bottle but you pump what you can

Now weening him was a little difficult. Even your pumped milk wasn't enough for him

"I mean, if you refused to give me your boob I'd cry too-" "Noah!"

Eventually through a lot of crying and one or two tantrums, he was moved on to bottles, now the issues was drying out your milk or whatever else was left

"If you want my hands are really big so I can just-"

"are you offering to milk me?"

"no.......maybe."

As for talking you guys have been trying to get him to say mama or dada any chance you got, but now it was a secret competition of who he would say first

Noah would basically spam him with the word Dada or Papa while you weren't around, and all lil Keaton would say was "mmmm" "buh. Buh" and blow raspberries

Now he did say his first words and it was when you had to go to a doctors appointment and he was getting fussy

"Say bye-bye to mama bud, she's gotta go"

"awh baby, I' don't want o leave you ether," you said kissing his chubby cheeks "mommy will be back soon okay?" while you hand him over to his dad he starts to whine and pout for you and said

"mama" in his sad voice as he chews at his cubby hand wanting you to stay

"HE SAID MAMA! HE SAID MAMA! Yes baby! I'm mama, that's me baby" you were ecstatic, while Noah was a bit disappointed he was still so proud to hear him say his first word, and at 8 months! You were a bit late to your appointment but hearing your baby say mama was much more important than the doctors.

but one of the biggest surprises was when he walked for the first time, and yes you both cried. It was actually at rehearsals for an upcoming show near home so you went with the guys and of course Keaton had his sound protection you were on the side of the stage holding Keaton up by his hands as you encouraged him to dance as his father sang. As he bounced up and down he was also padding his feet a lot and was just so excited for his daddy who was just out of reach

You start to move with him one foot at a time as he started to walk just a bit faster seeing how much closer he was getting to Noah, Noah turned and he saw you walking with Keaton as he held on to your fingers and crouches down with a big smile on to his knees holding out one of his arms

and just like that he let go of your fingers and stumbled his way to Noah, tripping on the last step but caught by his papa, Noah just picks him up and hides his face in his little shoulder and you know he felt emotional. An entire year went by and he didn't know how it went by so quickly, how much he had grown and how much you both had grown as parents, he comes over to you and kisses your head as Keaton just giggles as you both smoosh him in a kiss

"well, one year down."

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[n04hfiction]

Girl Dad Huskerdust HCs

Content/Warnings (If applicable) : fem!implied reader, profanity, daughter!reader goes to the age ranges of a young toddler to a teenager, brief mentions of alcohol + profanity

Proofread? : ✅

A/n : I think it’s a serious problem that I have parental HCs for nearly every Hellaverse character. I need to be stopped. (Or don’t, I don’t care)

Honestly, depending on your age, the “stricter” father definitely flip-flops here and there

For instance, when you are a young child, Angel is the “stricter” father, even if you don’t have the concept to understand what that entirely means, he’s the one who baby-proofs every thing while Husk kinda lets you run wild

But as you grow and get into your teen years, Angel becomes a lot more laid back, while Husk tends to be more picky about what he allows you to do

Mainly because Husk never imagined himself as a father, so in the beginning, he is sorta unsure, so for him, anything goes, but as you start to age he gets a grip and with that, comes strictness

When you are a younger child, Angel is 100% dressing you until you decide to do that on your own (part of him hopes you’ll let him dress you forever). He’s very protective of you when you’re a toddler/younger child, Hell isn’t always a safe place, everything even slightly unsafe or tempting is gated or baby-proofed

As you age, like I said, Ange is much more lenient. He’s ready to watch you rock the world! Wanna go out to a party? For sure! Be home by 2, go nuts! Have a crush? Great! Your old man will help ya out! Wanna get drunk as fuck? Fine, just do it in the house!

Honestly, Husk is a bit of a confusing father, to say the least. He’s lowkey freaked out by the idea of toddlers and younger children, so when you’re in your first few years he lets Angel take the lead, he kinda watched and observes his behaviors.

Which leads Husk to being more cautious of a parent as an adult (Learned from his hubby, that’s for sure). Even though him and Angel are far from over, he’s still very cautious about the idea of love, so he’s very sketchy about your relationships with boys (or girls! He doesn’t judge!)

When events like your first day of school, first boyfriend/girlfriend/partner, first heartbreak, homecoming, prom, etc - You may think Angel is the one to get emotional, but it’s actually Husk - Angel is just as excited as you are, getting you dolled up and whipping out his camera to take pictures, but deep down, Husk is honestly sad that his baby girl is growing up - Especially cause he was too tense in the beginning to really enjoy your younger years

Seriously though, Husk is happy you’re a bit older, he feels like he’s able to have more of a connection with you. He likes it when you come to the bar and just sit there and talk, even if you’re only drinking a juice box.

Husk still doesn’t know how to talk with a teenager all that well, but he’ll ask you how school is, and how you’re friends are, he wants to show that he takes a genuine interest in the other aspects of your life.

Angel on the other hand is very eager to walk with you through your teenage years, he’s the dad that all of your friends think is cool as fuck, but you think he’s crazy embarrassing. He’s the kind of dad to also be friends with your friends. He’ll come in your room during sleepovers and do your friends makeup, skincare, nails, ect

Despite the fact that Angel does pretty much let you run wild once you get older, he’s very strict on safety, in every aspect. - He doesn’t want you to get fucked over like he did, and he doesn’t want that to destroy you, he really does try his best to guide you on a different path, any path that isn’t the one he fell down

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WAIT- BC MKS BEANIE COULD BE NOAHS, also btw FRESH TV PLEASE MAKE THE ALENOAH GAY DADS AU REAL IM BEGGING 🙏🏼

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Noah Ikumelo and Ray Monde meeting each other. Thank you once again @hbosscreations for donating to DC Gotcha for Gaza and for requesting some of my fav Hellblazer characters!! A special thank you to @scoliwings for informing me on pocket-sized boogie boards (I think they're perfect for Noah to use)!

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guess who’s read some more books >:)

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happy valentines day......!! ft. alenoah in their early thirties!!! ^_^

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Dad Noah thoughts

Imagine when your little baby girl is first born, the skin to skin contact with Noah. He would just be spending quality time on the couch with her lying on his bare, tattooed chest. Her little legs and feet would be tucked underneath her body while he just holds and protects her from the world. One day while they both nap, you take a picture and end up settling as the wallpaper on your phone. It was just too cute of a moment.

Oh my god I love skin to skin even as an adult lol

Noah as baby girl dad🥹

But this!! He wouldn't let her out of his hands, he'd walk around the place with her. He would let you hold her only for feeding. Going overprotective dad mood instantly. He'd let you rest, get some sleep, while he'd sit on the couch with baby girl sleeping on his chest and he'd watch anime on low volume on the TV. He'd glance every few minutes to check if she's okay.

I can imagine Noah doing the 'showing my baby places she's never seen before' trend and you coming to hang out with them after your nap just to see Noah holding her in the air showing her shelves with pictures of you two. So you decide to stand there quietly to watch what he's gonna do next. After a while you say "what are you two doing?" while holding a laugh and Noah just turns around with face of kid who got caught stealing a cookie. Safe to say you laugh at that situation for a while and make sure to tell all the boys too.

Actually, coming to the living room after your naps became your favorite thing because of the things you catch them do. Sometimes Noah is talking to her, other times they fall asleep in the big love seat couch you have. You have plenty of pictures of them like that, but this one time she fell asleep with her face facing Noah's neck and his cheek gently on her head, while his big hands cover almost her whole body, hiding her from the world and they both have little smile on their faces while sleeping. Noah might woke up to your phone in his face and tear falling from your eye, because your hormones are still all over the place and they look too cute.

In my head this is the ONLY way Noah holds baby girl while doing anything.