#daddy!au

[orchyard]

IM JUST GOING TO DROWN MYSELF IN THIS 2 pICTURES in Valentine’s day BECAUSE ARMIE’s looking like a daddy and timothee’s his baby. Yall gotta write a long ass fanfic ON THIS, thank you.

[thebardisabird]

*sings* TEENAGE MATSU PARENT PROBLEMS, TEENAGE MATSU PARENT PROBLEMS. Allow me to fulfill this request with absolute fucking GLEE! UNDER THE CUT!

Osomatsu She slinked down the stairs, trying her hardest to be quiet in heels. Her friends were parked around the corner, ready to round her up for the party they’d heard about across town. Peeking around the corner she exhaled in relief, her father not asleep on the couch like he normally was each at. Tip-toeing to the front door she barely wrapped her hand around the handle when it swung open. 

“I swear Choromatsu cheats evvvvvery time” Osomatsu griped drunkenly, “That’s the lassssst time I play rock, paper, scissors. Pulling rock all the time issss a fucking chump move.” He slammed the door behind him, much to his daughters surprise, “WHEN AM I GONNA WIN?!”  She covered her ears at his shouting, desperately trying not to make a sound, seeing as how he didn’t seem to notice her there. The door clicked open quietly, but just as she pulled it open once more, a hand clapped onto her shoulder. His daughter was spun around, Osomatsu donning a serious, sobered look as he shut the door softly.  “Your uncle maaaaay be an idiot,” he slurred, “But that doesssn’t make me one, kid. Immediately she went to pout “Ughhh but Daaaaad my friends- “ “Nope!” he cut her off, “Don’t wanna hear it. Upstairs you go.”  She huffed, stomping up the stairs with her fists balled at her sides. “And burn those clothes!” Osomatsu called after her, “In fact, we’re going to the nun store tomorrow!” His head hurt thinking about how fast his daughter growing and he wasn’t ready to deal with her already trying to sneak out and wear adult’s clothes so soon. What a nun store was, he didn’t know, but at the moment he was too drunk to care.  Karamatsu  Abruptly was how he woke, lyrics snapping into his thoughts with haste. Karamatsu slipped quietly out of bed, the goal to tip toe his way to his study so he could scrawl his words out before they left his memory. He made it down the hall and downstairs, almost passing the kitchen before a hint of movement caught his eye.  Turning his head, he caught his daughter, clad in a bodycon dress and booties trying to quietly undo the locks of the backdoor. Immediately his brows dropped in a serious stare, arms folding at the sight of his daughter,  “And just where does my little firefly think she’s going at such a late hour?”  His daughter yelped, not expecting anyone to be awake so late. She peered shakily over to her father, who was leaning against the wall. His expression was what she liked to call his ‘mafia face’ -  because that look seemed like it could kill.  “D-Daddy! I...was...”  Dammit. Nothing came to her on the fly.  “Surely my precious, good-natured, angel of a daughter wasn’t about to leave the safety of her home to go gallivanting into the night wearing next to nothing, was she?” He cocked an eyebrow, stern look still hardening his features.  She’d been caught. No denying that now. Taking her hands off the door she sighed in defeat, “No, Daddy...”  He pushed up off the wall to let her pass him, “Good! Then get some rest sweetheart, you’ll spend tomorrow morning polishing my guitars with me!”  Her face sunk, “Daddy you have like 50 of them!”  Karamatsu snapped his fingers as he walked toward his study, guffawing on the way, “Then you should sleep soon, you’ll need your energy!” 

Choromatsu  Dressed in a miniskirt and crop top, she peered around the corner to find the living room dark. She had plans to meet up some friends up the block, who, funny enough, had the person she liked with them. Nearly squealing at the thought of getting to spend a little time with her crush, she shuffled over to the door. As quickly as she’d managed to get the thing open, she still heard the faint click to her left.

A light came on - and under it was the half-illuminated face of her father, sitting calmly with a hand folded into his lap. His glasses held a menacing sheen under the artificial lighting and she paled at the sight.  “It’s 2:30 in the morning.” Choromatsu said flatly. Aware she couldn’t see it, his eyes narrowed in fatherly irritation. Wearing something that barely covered her legs and heading out in the middle of the night? Unacceptable.  She stood there like a dear in headlights, “U-Um...hi, Dad?”  Choromatsu pinched the bridge of his nose, “I mean...I don’t think this even bares mentioning, but you know you’re grounded right?”  The exasperated expression she paid him reminded him of his own in his younger days. She groaned in frustration and headed back to her room, trying not to cry in the process. He watched her trudge back, faintly catching her mumble about meeting someone she liked, and he instantly felt bad for his daughter. He hated being the stern out of the parents, but it always seemed to end up that way. Choromatsu sighed, a father’s responsibility wasn’t always a fair or easy one...and watching her get older was sometimes hard. It felt like just yesterday she was dancing with him to one of his old Nyaa-chan singles. How time flies. Choromatsu promised himself he’d be lighter on the topic when they’d awake the next day, but in the meantime...

From under his lap he pulled the latest volume of the manga he was invested in. In this situation it was easier for him to seem like he was an overly concerned parent than to really explain why he was awake in the living room so late.

Ichimatsu  This wasn’t going to be easy. She donned a black dress, short enough to show off enough skin to catch some eyes on the dance floor she planned to tear up. Hoping the hue of her ensemble would cloak her in darkness, she trudged on. Up and out of her window, sliding down a makeshift rope and landing quickly on her feet. Cat-like reflexes handed down in her blood-line - she had to be thankful for that much. Brushing off some stray debris, she walked steadily out toward the side of the house,  being careful that her boots didn’t catch on anything. She was nearly down the block when a soft noise caught her attention.  Blinking, she was immediately startled at the feeling of something brushing against her calf. Looking up at her was a small tabby, green eyes shining against the moonlight and tail upright at friendly attention. She bit her lip, gently willing the creature away.  “Shoo, little one, shoo! If Daddy hears you...”  A headrub to her ankle was the response, before a quick meow sounded from it. Her fingers grazed behind its ears to appease it. She heard the soft purr of adoration, before the cat’s ears pricked up and soon it dashed from her side.  Strange... Careful steps were taken in the direction she was heading, until just around the corner a figure turned. Her unaware status lead her to smack right into the person, and she quickly mumbled out an apology until she looked up. Staring directly down at her was none other than her father, whose pissed off aura was already coming off in great waves. She whimpered innocently, the frown behind his mask VERY visible.  “P-Papa, I’m so-” “We’re going home.”  How did he even know she was out here?!  Again, the soft meow she heard earlier chimed from behind Ichimatsu’s leg, emerald sheen almost human-like when they narrowed. She silently shot the cat a dirty look, ‘You snitch!’ Looking up at her livid father, she switched her gaze to mimic sad kitten eyes. He drew back slightly, his daughter knew how to play on his weakness. It was hard to be as threatening with her when all he sees is his little girl. The same little girl who looked almost grown up, and it was killing him to think so much time had passed. Still...she was too young for whatever she thought she could accomplish here, and he had a job as her father to make her at least aware that there were rules.  “Tch...” Ichimatsu tapped on her forehead with a knuckle. He leaned down, lowering himself to eye level with his daughter “I have eyes and ears everywhere. Be smart to never forget that before you think of bright ideas like this one.” With that, he brushed past her, leading the way back home. She followed without another word, a quick shudder leaving her. Ichimatsu being lenient with her wasn’t uncommon, but in this particular case, she knew it was because the lecture she’d get in the morning from her mother was going to be far, far worse.  Jyushimatsu A run for it. That was the only way she knew how to make it out if she wanted to go this party. In her short shorts and crop top she dashed out of the house, converses barely making it on her feet. She peeked over her shoulder from time to time, thankful she was alone in her running. That was...at least until she heard a familiar wild laugh. In the distance she heard the quick footsteps of her father chasing after her.  “Shitshitshitshitshit” she chanted, picking up speed, as she rounded the corner. The agility nearly knocked her off balance, but she continued down the streets of Akatsuka, nipping corners and cutting through backyards to evade her speedy parent. She’d taken a great deal after Jyushimatsu, and he almost felt proud - if he wasn’t so angry. Hands pressed to the concrete, she’d made the mistake of turning down a straight lined road. He kicked off, his expression dropping into a thin line as his arms swung at his sides to aid his sprinting. She was easily swept off her feet, Jyushimatsu’s arm catching around her middle and holding her under his armpit like a bag of rice. He skidded to a stop, and huffed out a quick exhale before his exaggerated grin returned. “Haha! Thought you could sneak out!” he laughed, “Dad’s gotcha!”  She flailed slightly in his strong grip, “Aww c’mon Dad, I wasn’t gonna be gone long!”  He looked down at her, smile still in tact, but his eyes stretching to cat-like wideness, “It’s 3 in the morning. The only place you should be is in bed.”  She shrunk back nervously, only to finally bow her head with a groan, “Yes, Daaaaad”  Jyushimatsu lifted his head once more, childlike laughter sounding like cruel mockery, “Ahaha, oh man you have no idea how grounded you are!”  Todomatsu  She was hesitant about meet her friends, but they’d finally convinced her to come out with them around 1 am so she could go dancing with them. Donned in a bustier and highwaisted jeans, she took her pumps in her hands as she slid down the hallway. Paying especially careful to her parents bedroom as she passed, she almost had a heart attack when the soft sound of buzzing filled the air. She clapped a hand over her back pocket, willing the noise to stop - trying desperately to stifle it.  ...Only the noise wasn’t coming from her phone.  “Cute outfit...” a voice taunted sarcastically. Looking over her shoulder she caught the barely lit face of her father, unamused look on his face.

Shit...so the buzzing came from him. Should’ve known, the way he’s attached to that thing.  “You’re fucking nuts if you think, A: you’re going out wearing nothing but a bra, B: that you’re going out at all!” Todomatsu yelled, arms going up in anger. “It’s like 1 in the morning, there’s literally nothing you should be doing right now but sleeping, are you kidding?!”  “Ughhh Daddy, okay, I’m sorry!” she retorted, rolling her eyes. He watched her stomp back toward her room, his eyes narrowing in annoyance, “Yeah, you should be! About to have me up all night worrying about you?! Ridiculous!”  She sighed as she listened to her father drone on, jumping near out of her skin when his fist tapped the door, “You’ll thank me when you’re in your twenties and then all you’ll ever wanna do is sleep!”  Her head hit her pillow, a loud groan escaping her as he continued. “Oh my God, Daddy go to bed!” she whined.  Sneaking out was not worth this. 

[starboyholland]

Spider-Dad / Tom Holland Imagine

Requested: nope Rating: PG-13 for mild swearing Summary: You find a spider and you aren’t about to take care of it, so your family is forced to come to your rescue.

“Mom! Have you seen my special jeans? I’m going out with Linsey and Jake and I need them to go with the shirt!” You heard your name being called from your teenage daughter’s room and stopped, turning around to pop your head into her space. “Ooh, the shirt with the back that has the crossed and the,” you motioned to your own shirt trying to think of the shirt’s pattern. Your daughter nodded excitedly, knowing the shirt you were referring to. “Oh yeah, because Lindsey said that Jake said that somebody on the basketball team said that the cute guy in my math class would be there!” She explained, standing up from her bed and motioning largely with her hands. “No way!” You gasped, getting excited because you knew how much this boy mattered to your daughter. “Yes way!” Your daughter exclaimed, inhaling and exhaling deeply. “So, anyway, have you seen the jeans? They make my legs look really long? Dark wash?” She explained, you racked your brain. “They’re not in your hamper? Or the bathroom hamper?” You questioned. She shook her head. “You didn’t leave them in your gym locker or something?” She shook her head again, groaning.

“What’s all the commotion about?” Your husband, Tom, popped his head into the room with a smile pulling at his mouth. “Can’t find m’ jeans,” your daughter explained briefly, sifting through a pile of clothes on her floor. “Going out with the gang, hottie from math might be attending so we’ve gotta pull out all the stops,” you explained with a grin to your husband, who nodded. “You’re joking, you can talk to him tonight!” Your husband said to your daughter, who prided himself on being as involved as you were in your daughter’s life. She only shrugged. “Heard some girl from the leadership club had invited him and that’s why he was going,” your daughter sighed. “Well that’s fucked,” you said, both your husband and daughter looking at you and in perfect sync said “put a quarter in the swear jar,” You laughed with them and held up your hands. “Well sorry, but you’re way better than any girl who could have possibly asked him,” you assured and your daughter smiled. “You have to say that, you’re my mom, and it’s okay because I’ve heard she’s actually really nice, plus it isn’t a competition so it’s okay.” She spoke sincerely and you beamed with pride at your daughter.

“When did you get so mature?” You questioned teasingly. “Hey, kid, I’ll go check the laundry room for the jeans,” you spoke, leaving Tom and your daughter to sift through the clothes in her room for the jeans. “Alright, thanks, mom,” she smiled and you nodded, walking towards the drone of the washer and dryer machines. Looking around the floor and hampers for them, you failed to locate the famous jeans that your daughter loved so much until you checked inside of the dryer, taking everything else out besides the jeans so they would get dry faster, and finding an empty basket for the rest of the clothes for the time being. You began to triumphantly leave the room with the news of finding the pants when you were greeted with a large spider that creeped across the floor.

“Tom! Come here, please! And hurry! And bring a shoe!” You yelled, Tom quickly entered the room, eyes wide and his hand closed around one of your daughter’s shoes, his feet clad only in socks. “What is it, love?” You pointed to the spider and Tom looked from it to you several times before holding the shoe out to you. “Why don’t you kill it, I don’t want to, can we just leave it alone? Maybe it will leave?” Tom spoke, partially nervous about the spider and partially taking pleasure in teasing you. “No, you’re already holding the shoe, just drop it on the spider!” You said desperately. Tom did and missed the spider by several inches. You rolled your eyes. “You didn’t even try,” you laughed, keeping an eye on the spider at all times so it couldn’t surprise you in any way. At this point, your daughter came in with a cup and piece of paper. Without care, she located the spider, and brought the cup down around it. You cringed as she carefully slid the paper beneath it and carried the spider outside. She worked quickly and effectively and laughed as you directed her to put bleach in the cup and throw away the paper, only partially joking. “You guys are such wimps, how are you adults again?” She teased. “Weren’t you spider-man, after all, dad?” She continued, a smile on all of your faces. You and Tom looked at each other with broad smiles. “You have to admit, we did damn good with her,” you grinned. “Who knew that we’d be such good parents?” Tom grinned, pulling you close, both of you standing on a pile of clothing on the floor. “Aside from still not being able to kill a spider, of course.”

[suckerfordeansfreckles]

Legos

They let out a shriek, terrified and in pain. Their partner came rushing in, swords drawn. “Why the hell are the legos out?!”

prompt by @pettyprompts

Dean wakes up to a loud shriek. It sounds as if Castiel is in terrible pain and Dean immediately jumps out of bed, exits the room as silently as possible and rushes towards the living room, drawing his blade to defend his husband from whatever sonovabitch that’s attacking him.

After quitting the hunting-life and moving out of the bunker into their own little house, with an actual white fence and a set of red swings in the backyard, they luckily haven’t had any encounters with supernatural creatures at all. But you never know what’s going to happen and Dean simply has to be prepared to defend his family from any evil, especially since little Emily has entered their lives.

Dean all but slides through the door into the living room and quickly screens the room for an attacker. To his utter relief, all he finds is Cas, standing in a pile of toys on one leg, glaring angrily at no one in particular; no sing of danger anywhere.

“Why the hell are the legos out?!” Cas growls, turning towards his husband.

“Uhm, so, Em and I built a lego-castle and she suddenly got really tired and fell asleep in my lap. I carried her up into our bed and, in her sleep, she grabbed my hand and wouldn’t let go- Cas, she looked so damn cute I couldn’t leave her up there all alone,” Dean murmured bashfully. “I might have fallen asleep next to her and there’s a slight chance that I forgot to put the legos away. I’m really sorry, babe.”

“Dear god, how am I supposed to be angry at you?” Cas sighs, rolling his eyes with a grin. “Come here and help me clean up, you big emotional sap. I love you.”

[sweetheartbtsateez]

BTS TEXTS: DADDY!JUNGKOOK - REQUESTED

Hope you like it and that it’s good enough :)

-Mary

[shokujin-art]

Reaper 76 week Day 6 :  “In Another Life” - Alternate Universe Daddy Reaper 76 ! Au with their little kid Hana. Helping at homeworks isn’t that easy sometimes ~ 

[bragiart]

I just.... can’t... handle... this... Super!Busy!Hero!Dad!Kacchan! because he deserves two impossible sons.

(YES, I give up on the background)

[thebardisabird]

My heart, que lindos…I’d be happy to write this. Daddymatsus hearing their babies some variant of “dada” (I’m gonna try to make them a little different), UNDER THE CUT!

Osomatsu He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but he was envious. A few days ago he heard his son’s first words - “Mama”. Of course you were giddy, showering your son with extra affection and doting on him each time he repeated it. Your poor husband on the other hand sat with his cheeks huffed for several days after. Anytime you tried to approach him to ask what was wrong, he’d turn his nose up and respond with a curt, “Nothing”. It was obvious he was jealous - any time your son would call out for you, his eye would give a little twitch. Thankfully that didn’t stop him from showing either of you love, but you admitted you had to feel bad for the guy. When Osomatsu left to visit his brothers, you devised a plan. Taking a picture of you and your husband from your bedroom, you headed towards your son - who was currently knocking his building blocks over. You knelt down next to him and pulled him into your lap, “Okay kiddo,” you said, kissing the top of his head, “Daddy’s being a jealous little mope, so let’s make him feel loved.” You pointed to Osomatsu’s face, leaning over your son to make sure you had his attention. The plan was to hopefully get your son to finally learn his name too, it was excruciating watching your grown man of a husband devolve into a child because your actual child learned to say ‘mama’ first. When you were sure he was looking at the photo, you said softly, “Dada”  Your son made a soft noise of confusion at first, but immediately giggled after, clapping his hands in recognition of the man in the photo. Already a great start. You continued doing so for a couple of days, pointing at Osomatsu and repeating ‘Dada’ to your son each time. It seems your hard work finally paid off one day, when your husband came to frome the race tracks, hefty winnings in hand. He was already on cloud nine with the amount of cash he was able to earn back from his bets, but paled in comparison to when his son greeted him in the living room, broad smile on his face, “Dada! Dada!”  The currency was tossed aside in order for Osomatsu to pick up his little boy, laughing tearfully as he held him in his arms. It pulled at your heartstrings to hear him so happy. You walked in to find him nuzzling your son, but when he noticed you, his expression went from tender joy to victoriously evil. He beamed at you, pointed smile adorning his features,  “I’m the favorite now.”  Eyes rolling, you turned back around. That’s not how that worked, but you figured you’d let him have his moment. Karamatsu  He wiped his hands on his apron, the sticky sweetness of the apples piling on his fingers. It was just him and the baby for the afternoon - the flower shop was covered for today and you were off getting groceries for dinner. At the edge of the dining room table was his little daughter in her highchair, giggling to herself. She brightened when Karamatsu walked toward her, a plate of fresh slice apples in hand. He sat next to her, popping one into his mouth - and breaking another slice in half.  “Open up for Daddy, ahhh” he said, moving his mouth for her to mimic. She took the apple piece joyfully, a pleased noise coming from her as she chewed. He watched her, making small indecipherable words to express her enjoyment. It was getting time for her to start learning actual words! At the thought, Karamatsu hatched an idea. Taking the other half of the apple piece, he gently smiled and lifted it to her face,  “Say Dah-dee” he worded slowly. Her expression spelled confusion, and he repeated himself, “Dah-dee. You can do it my little pearl, say Dah-dee.”  His daughter watched the movement of his mouth and very slowly she uttered roughly, “Dahhh-dee?”  Karamatsu’s heart gave an energetic leap, his breath coming out in an emotional exhale - tears immediately spilling down his cheeks. He fed her the apple piece, her face lighting up once more.  “That’s right, sweet pea…Daddy’s here,” he took her little face in his hand and caressed her head against his cheek, “And he loves you so much…”  Choromatsu  Choromatsu watched his small son play with his toys quietly in the living room. It warmed his heart to watch his child already playing with bigger things like cars and action figures though he was barely a year old. He sipped his coffee, at some point opting to sit with his son. Taking a car in his hand, he laughed softly when his son climbed into his lap to try and grab at the toy. He was propped on Choromatsu’s knee,  “Daddy wants to show you how a car sounds,” he said, leaning his head on his child’s. With wonder, the young child eyed the way his father handled the toy car. Choromatsu dragged thing around the floor, making sputtering and revving noises as he turned imaginary corners and zipped around the floor. Small hums of intrigue came from the boy, and Choromatsu smiled. He pretended to narrate an ongoing race, imagining a small track, and continued to zoom the tiny plaything to his son’s enjoyment.  Not but fifteen minutes later did he feign a crowd’s applause, lips buzzing from the constant car sounds. His son had fallen asleep in his lap, cozied up between his arms and legs. A tender smile came to the green matsu and he moved to pick up his child - to his bed he goes for a little nap. As he made his way, the young one cuddled against his father, a soft murmur just reaching Choromatsu’s ears, “Da….dee…”  Choromatsu shook as he laid his son to rest in his room, biting his lip so the proud sob that threatened to leave him wouldn’t wake his child. He exited the bedroom filled with so much love. 

Ichimatsu He was feeding her his special onigiri when he heard her say it. She enjoyed his onigiri he came to find, as he always made in shapes of things she loved: birds, flowers, even bumblebees. Gentle pats to the balls of rice and a few nimble tweaks and voilà - onigiri shaped like cat heads. Ichimatsu felt pride settle in his chest, the snacks taking on a visage to his favorite animal. He plated them carefully, heading toward his daughter who was coloring wildly in the book he’d bought her a few days ago. His hand came to rest on her head in order to get her attention, “Papa has snacks” he said, gently laying the plate on the table. At the sight of the onigiri, she clapped her hands, recognizing her favorite snack right away. She giggled at the kitty shape, and for the first time she pointed at the rice balls and then to her father, giddily shouting,  “Papa! Papa!”  Immediately Ichimatsu pressed a hand to mouth, and before he knew it, he was silently crying. Hearing his little girl call him ‘Papa’ for the first time ever…Ichimatsu wasn’t sure his heart could take such a hard hitting milestone. But when she laid her little hand on his and hummed a noise of enjoyment, he calmed. She was taken into his arms, the top of her head messed by the chubby, wet cheek of her father. His daughter continued to nibble at her onigiri, snuggling back her father in the process. 

Jyushimatsu  Chasing his little ones around the house was his current favorite thing to do. Jyushimatsu was quick enough to catch them should they trip or be close to bumping into anything, so he enjoyed running after them. Hand in hand, his twins clumsily dove behind furniture and under tables to escape his capture. He laughed, wide smile stretching at the little game,  “Daddy’s gonna getcha!”  The pair giggled at his voice, rolling under the coffee table to evade his strong arms. He bent over, a soft acknowledgement as he watched them slip through the other end. With lightning quickness, Jyushimatsu hopped over the table, landing on his feet in front of the two little ones.They were scooped into his arms without hesitation initially yelling in surprise - but that melted into fits of giggles when their father blew raspberries into their tiny cheeks. He held them close, hugging them to his broad chest, a feeling of warmth spreading over him - his two pride and joy in his arms. They looked up at their grinning father, and in soft unison said sleepily,  “Daddy…”  With that, they nestled in their fathers arms, the sudden exhaustion of trudging around the house taking them. Jyushimatsu beamed at his twin babies, their first words being said with such happiness. His heart swelled with pride, and he couldn’t stop the tears of joy from pricking the corners of his eyes. He pressed gentle kisses at the top of their heads and held them still as he sat on the couch, drifting off to sleep after them.  Todomatsu “My little princess” he cooed, nuzzling his nose with hers as he tickled her soft cheeks. The giggle that escaped her put joy in his heart. Nothing to him made him feel more happy than the sound of his daughter giggling. He lifted her into his arms, taking her to the kitchen with him, where he sat her in her high chair. You were on your way home from work, and Todomatsu promised he’d have dinner ready. Hearing her father hum, the little girl swayed gently. He took notice, a small laugh leaving him. With a quick hit of his knife, he cut a piece of the pumpkin for the tempura dinner he was making and fed it to his daughter,  “Daddy loves you, silly little girl” he said, fingertip booping her nose. She paid him a soft chuckle and wrapped her tiny hand around his,  “Daddy! Daddy!” she repeated, rocking excitedly at her father’s words. Todomatsu’s face instantly scrunched as though he was about to burst into tears, and he kissed his daughter’s forehead quickly before taking off. Wet trails ran down his face as he rushed to find his phone,  “I NEED A VIDEO” he wailed, tearing apart his bedroom for the device.