#dad!gvf

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okay but what if your little girl has always grown up having danny wrapped around her finger, knowing she's safe and loved, but one day she sees danny doing some manly work for you, like moving furniture so you can rearrange her bedroom, and she realizes for the first time how big and strong he really is, especially compared to her. and danny notices she's looking at him with big eyes and he asks what's up.

“you're kinda scary, daddy.”

he frowns. “scary?” he says. he tries to figure out what could have made her think that. he is moving some heavy furniture, he guesses, and his arms look big and bunched up as he works, and maybe she's just never noticed that before.

he sets the furniture aside and hunkers down in front of her.

“scary, huh?” he asks gently. he brushes her hair back from her face. “i promise i’m not. not to you, little girl. not ever.”

she hugs her stuffed pink bunny a little closer.

“but your arms,” she says, trying to put this feeling into words, trying to explain something she’s never known before, the reality that her dad is big and she is small. “you can do things i can't do. things even mama can't do.”

he shrugs. “yeah, i guess so. i like to help you and mama do that kind of stuff.” he tickes her. “like rearranging your whole bedroom when mama gets excited about redecorating.”

she giggles and his face melts into a grin. god, he loves her. this little look-alike of you that broke his heart when he held her the first time and has put it back together every day since.

“you’re bigger than your little bunny, aren't you?” he asks, tugging gently on the well-loved ear of her stuffie. “and you can do things she can't do, right?”

she nods.

“but you’d never hurt her,” he says. “and she doesn't have to be scared of you, does she?”

“i don't think so,” she says, starting to understand.

he holds out his hand and lets her compare her hand to it. it barely spans the length of his palm.

“same with me and you,” he says. “i am a lot bigger than you. but you don't have to be scared of me. because i'll never hurt you, baby girl. you hear me?”

she nods. she throws her arms around his neck and hugs him as tightly as she can. he holds her close and hugs her back, knowing just how gentle to be with her.

“i love you, daddy.”

danny hugs her a little tighter, using his strength for tenderness, always, when it comes to her.

“i love you too, little girl.”

[basiccortez]

Do you have any sneak peeks of Karen during one of the labors?

possibly…

“That’s it Y/N just breathe,” Karen said as she pressed on your lower back. Sam had stepped out of the room to go greet his brothers and left you in the comfort and care of his mother.

“How long was it with your twins?” You were standing over the side of the bed, hands flat on the bed, swaying your hips gently to try and receive some pressure.

“Too damn long,” Karen laughed and you chuckled, feeling another contraction, “Sam was really the trouble kid though. He was breech until about 2 hours before he popped out. Lennon move yet?”

“Nope,” You shook your head, wincing at the pain, “Oh my god, oh my god, Karen, it hurts.”

“I know,” Karen said and could since the shift in your body as she grabbed the plastic trash bin and held it in front of you so you could vomit, “I got you, sweetheart, you’ll be okay.”

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little girl and danny but he’s teaching her all about his drums since she got curious about all loud banging in the house

“can i play too, daddy?”

danny looks over his drum kit to see his daughter looking up at him with bright, eager eyes, all of a sudden taken by the kit that has been a fixture of her life since she was a baby. danny remembers fondly the days of strapping her baby sling to him while he practiced at a slightly lower volume, and you'd always thought it was good for her to get familiar with his “crashing and banging” all the time. he beckons her over now and sits her in his lap.

“sure you can play,” he says. “what do you want to practice?”

“my song,” she says confidently.

“ah.” he thinks about how to play you are my sunshine on the drums. “okay. let's figure it out together.”

they play for a while, danny trying to teach her in a way appropriate for a five year old, and can't help but laugh when she's really just content to bang away while she sings her song at the top of her lungs. he sings with her, keeping time on the bass drum, and enjoys these moments with her.

after a while, she seems to grow tired of it; he lets her down after a “big squeezy hug, daddy!” and watches her scamper off. he goes back to practice and is a little surprised when she comes back in, a little wagon filled to the brim pulled behind her.

“what’cha got, buddy?” he asks.

“drums for me and strawberry milk,” she says, holding her pink bunny in the crook of her arm. “i will set it up so you can see, okay?”

he hums in agreement. he watches as she sets out a drum kit for herself — made of pots and pans — and a tiny kit for strawberry milk — made of cups and bowls.

“now we have a band,” she says seriously. she puts two pencils in front of her bunny and looks around to discover she didn't bring any drumsticks for herself.

“here,” he says, handing her a well-loved pair that's seen many shows and late-night jam sessions.

she holds them reverently. “are these my special ones, daddy?”

he smiles, happy to part with them for her sake. “sure. you ready to have our band?”

she grins and starts banging on her pots and pans, and he figures strawberry milk is doing it in spirit right along with her.

you come home to see a band of three drummers, one a professional, one his mini-me, and one pink bunny. they're all playing your daughter's favorite lullaby as a rock n roll ballad, and you think there's nowhere else you'd rather be, even if it is a little loud.

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danny with snow in his curls taking your little girl sledding and holding her in his lap with his long legs on either side, telling her she’s a brave girl for going down such a big hill when she's a little nervous, grinning up at you when you say to the two of them “let mama get a picture!”, laughing at her delighted shrieks and giggles as they sled down, carrying her on his hip as he pulls the sled back up the hill, giving you a snowy, smiley kiss as she says “again daddy, again!”

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this is dad!josh listening very intently as his little one tells him a story :(

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Stay at home Danny is actually my dream man. Imagine him on the school run, or making brownies for a bake sale

“put your shoes on, bud. we're gonna be late.”

danny dropped his first-grader's sneakers unceremoniously on the couch, holding his phone between his his shoulder and his ear as he waited for sam to pick up. his daughter tugged on the hem of his sweater to get his attention as he made his way back to the kitchen.

“what is it, baby?” he asked, taking the sheet of paper she was holding up to him.

“i made it for you yesterday, daddy,” she said proudly. she'd written her name on the top in the adorable scrawl of a preschooler, and danny looked over what he guessed was a drawing of a flower garden with a smile on his face.

“how beautiful!” he praised. “thank you for making it for me, sweetheart.”

he was sticking it to the fridge with a bright green magnet when sam finally picked up the phone.

“daniel, this better be important,” sam said blearily. “what the hell time is it?”

“seven-thirty,” danny said.

“oh, right. i forgot you have munchkins who go to school at dawn.”

danny huffed a laugh. “did you also forget you were making vegan brownies for their bake sale today?”

danny thought he heard sam smack his forehead.

“oh, shit!” he said, apologetic. “i totally forgot! do i still have time?”

danny took stock of the situation. he'd been planning on saran-wrapping the brownies he made while the kids finished getting ready, but after a mishap with a bowl of cheerios and a lost hair bow, he had to admit he was running behind too.

“if you want to head over while i run the kids to school, we can bake them over here,” he told sam. “i still have to wrap mine up, and we can drop them off when we're done.”

“i'll be over there asap,” sam promised. “tell the kiddos uncle sammy's sorry he's so forgetful.”

danny smiled. “i will. see you in a few.”

he hung up and put his phone in his pocket, taking the brush and that sneaky hairbow he'd found under one of the couch cushions after several minutes of dedicated searching. “come get your hair done, little girl.”

his daughter skipped over and stood in front of him, humming a little tune while danny brushed and braided her hair. she hopped from one foot to the other as she sang.

“you sure are wiggly this morning,” danny teased.

she giggled. “i'm doing uncle joshy's dance moves, daddy.”

“oh, of course,” danny said sagely. he smiled to himself as he thought of josh dancing like that on stage.

when he was finished with her hair, he let her scamper off to get in a few more minutes of dance practice. he found his son still on the couch, near tears as he tried to tie his shoelaces.

“hey, buddy,” he said consolingly, hunkering down to be at the little boy's level. “what's going on?”

“i can't do it, daddy. i'm sorry we're gonna be late because of me.”

danny gave a soft, sympathetic chuckle. “we're not gonna be late because of you, buddy. i was only teasing earlier. you don't have anything to be sorry for.”

the little boy swiped at his tears. “but i can't get my laces tied.”

“well, that's an easy fix. would you like me to help you?”

he nodded eagerly. “please.”

danny tied his son's shoelaces and brushed away his tears. “good?”

he leaned into danny's touch, and danny felt his heart tilt. “good.”

when each backpack was zipped up and every last-minute task was completed, danny buckled his kiddos into their car seats and headed for school. they requested the weight of dreams for the ride, to hear “uncle jakey's super most coolest solo,” and asked danny for the zillionth time to tell them tour stories. he'd watered them down quite a bit, trying to make them appropriate for his little ones, but they mostly just wanted to hear about their dad and their uncles goofing off together.

at school, he sent them off with a kiss and a double-check that they had everything they needed.

“tell your teacher i'm bringing the stuff for the bake sale later,” he said to his son, keeping steady when his daughter barreled into his leg for one last hug.

“is uncle sammy bringing his vegan ones too?”

danny's smile was wry. “yeah, if he ever gets out of bed.”

he ruffled his son's hair and fixed his daughter's already crooked bow.

“i love you two,” he called after them.

they each gave him one last smile as they went through the doors.

“love you too, daddy!”

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Dad Danny where the kids make him watch their dance routines they made up in the living room all day and then with their big brown eyes persuade him to dance with them and perform when you get home from work. Your daughters putting a bow in his hair and all three of them with pink tutus on. That man would not be able to say no when it comes to his girls. He’s nails would never not be painted and you’d come home so often to see blue eyeshadow on him that Danny had completely forgot about. And tea parties in the summer! Sam would come round and Rosie would be the guest of honour

“no, daddy, you have to step with your left foot.”

danny gave his daughter a puzzled squint for a moment, wondering if he was maybe having a stroke, or else wondering if the eye shadow from the kiddie makeup kit was slowly eating away at his sanity the longer it stayed smudged on his face.

“left foot,” he repeated. he stepped with his left foot.

she gave a dramatic sigh. “left foot, daddy.” she tapped his right foot. “come on. you can do it.”

by some miracle, he managed to smother his laughter and step out on his right foot. “did i do it right that time?”

she beamed up at him. “yes! see, it's not that hard.”

danny smiled. “thank you for teaching me, sweetheart. i promise i'll get it this time.”

she watched like a strict ballet instructor as he did the simple two step-skip-jump routine she'd come up with. sam was coming over for a tea party any minute now, and they had to have something to perform for him and rosie.

she clapped and cheered enthusiastically when he did it correctly, left and right feet notwithstanding, and her little sister toddled over from her blocks to join in the excitement.

“dada!” she called, giving him uppy arms. he scooped her up and kissed her chubby cheek, loving the sound of her giggle.

the doorbell rang, and all three of them greeted sam at the door.

“rosie!” both girls all but screeched. rosie wagged her tail happily and withstood the eager but gentle pets delivered by both of danny's girls.

“my, daniel, aren't you looking beautiful,” sam teased. “that blue eye shadow really brings out your eyes.”

“thank you,” danny said. he showed sam his hand. “it matches my nail polish.”

“the neon pink bow kind of clashes, though,” sam said, looking over him with a critical eye. “the shiny lip gloss is okay. not my favorite.”

“i have different ones!” danny's oldest piped up. “do you want to pick one for you, uncle sammy?”

“you pick, honey,” sam said, accepting the beer danny gave him.

“can i do your hair too?”

“oh, i guess.”

she giggled and ran to gather the things she would need to play salon with her uncle, leaving the baby to sit contentedly with rosie.

sam took a swig of beer. “i thought we were having lunch while the girls took a nap.”

danny shook his head. “not until we have our tea party, apparently.”

“oh, of course,” sam said with a grin. “and get all pretty, too.”

danny smiled. “you can't show up to a tea party under-dressed, sam. you know that.”

“i already feel under-dressed,” sam said. “i don't have a tutu.”

danny glanced down and laughed. “i forgot i was even wearing that.”

danny's oldest came back out from her room with her makeup kit. “okay, uncle sammy. your turn to get saloned!”

sam grinned. “i'm gonna start using that. 'get saloned, idiot.'”

“daddy says that's not a nice word,” she scolded.

sam clapped a hand over his mouth. “you're right, honey. i'm sorry.”

“that's okay,” she said, gesturing for him to sit on the floor in front of her. “i heard uncle joshy say a word that's really not nice, and he didn't even say sorry.”

sam smiled. “who did he say it to?”

“uncle jakey.”

sam laughed. “sounds about right.”

she directed danny to do his dance for sam while sam got his makeup done, and danny got rosie riled up with his perfomance. sam laughed and called rosie over, the baby right behind her, scratching behind rosie's ears and holding the baby in his lap as he critiqued danny's performance.

“needs work,” sam said. he looked to his oldest niece. “he's not a very good student, is he?”

she giggled. “he doesn't even know which foot is his left foot.”

when sam was finally pretty enough to suit her and his hair was in three lopsided braids, danny shooed everyone outside to enjoy the sunshine. sam and danny stood at the back door, watching the girls run around with rosie.

“you know what, dan?”

“hm?”

“i sure do like your kids.”

danny smiled and clinked his beer bottle against his best friend's.

“thanks. i like them too.”

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Imagine dad!Danny out on a sunny day with his little one, drawing all over the sidewalk in front of your home together. Rainbows and flowers and anything else on the walk up to your home. Then they create a "silly walk" zone in front of the house, so that people passing by can play hopscotch and spin in circles and dance as they move by, bringing joy to the person's day. How they'd sit on the porch with their afternoon snack and watch people pass by, Danny pausing his snack to play hopscotch to make you little one laugh.

jas i haven't answered this yet simply because i haven't been emotionally stable enough to think about it but actually i think i never will be so i'm sharing this with the dash so we can all suffer together