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miwsolovely · 18 days

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dad!ghoap au | ghoap x fem!reader

sun burnt eyes and bunnies

tw: ( mentions of ) nightmares

a/n: simon is so whipped here um… ( unedited )

Teddy woke them up before their alarm did.

“Da, Da! Wake up, wake up!”

The body pressed into his front let out a grunt. Meanwhile the tiny body jumping on their bed was stepping on their legs.

The sun barely showed itself above the horizon and their daughter was up before them and full of energy. Johnny would say that she got the early bird genes from him. Simon would counter saying she inherited his golden retriever attitude.

With groggy eves and slow, sleep ridden movements Johnny sat upright against the headboard and pulled their daughter in his arms with a smile. "Whit's keepin' ye up at this time hm, leannan?"

Simon shifted to his side and drank in the sight of his lover and his daughter speaking in hushed whispers, trying to be discreet and quiet while occasionally looking at him and giggling. He loved his daughter with his whole heart. From her dark black hair to her bright blue eyes, he loved her.

He loved Johnny with his entire soul as well as his heart, he'd always find a way to fight his way in anyways. Johnny always liked to brag to everyone he'd meet that Simon was his rock, his fortress, but Simon didn’t feel much like a rock with how he felt like he would tumble and break if anything could happen to his family. He felt less like an imposing fortress and more like a ball of tumble weed with how he felt his walls break and tumble when his daughter came crying to him with a scrapped knee.

His heart was so fragile and seemed to be on the verge of breaking. But when nights were bad and he'd wake up with sweat making his clothes cling to him, suffocating him and making him choke on his own breath, Johnny would be there. Johnny would be his rock, making sure Teddy was still asleep and making sure he was changed into clean clothes. Johnny was his fortress, making sure the monsters of his eternal night were far away from him, making sure they wouldn't be able to taint their house, their family.

He loved them so much. He loved the way Teddy tickled her way out of Johnny's grasp and crawled his way towards him, and he loved her big cerulean blue eyes that only gazed at him with wonder and love.

Her face made home on his warm chest, her small hands grabbing at his large ones, playing with his fingers. "What's wrong Dada?"

Simon smiled and rested his free palm on her head, playing with her soft curls. "Nothin" my darlin' Teddy. Just love you." He placed a kiss on her forehead and laughed as she giggled.

"I love you more!" She exclaims. Suddenly sitting on her knees and spreading her arms as wide as she can. "Love you an' Da this much!"

The weight of the bed shifting more to Simon's side made him aware of Johnny leaning towards Teddy and lifting her up, gaining a squeal of joy from her tiny lips.

"Oh yeah? Let's show yer Dad how much ye love in then, eh?" He smiles. "How's breakfast in bed sound Si?”

Simon smiled a toothy smile and met Johnny halfway to meet his lips in a kiss. "Sounds like heaven.”

Johnny already felt his body shivering when he stepped outside.

Though he has a long sleeved shirt on with long pants, his thighs pressed against the fabric and his biceps were so prominently outlined with this shirt that it felt like he was walking outside bare naked; the clothing doing nothing for warmth he would’ve felt the same unforgiving chill if he was naked.

Johnny scratched his hair, his mohawk in need of a trim, he’d make sure to ask Simon to cut it for him. That or he’d just grow it out.

He let out a yawn, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. Even with the barrier, he watched his breath escape him as a white cloud, vanishing into the air.

Reaching his mailbox, he smiled fondly at the pink hands of Teddy that greeted him.

‘RILEY HOUSE’ was written in a mix of yellow and green paint, three sets of hands in three different colors painted on the once white box.

‘SIMON’ , ‘JOHNNY’ , and ‘TEDDY’

Simon’s badge was written in black, blue for himself, and Teddy’s name was written in pink. Their hands forever painted on the mailbox below their names.

Johnny patted the mailbox with a fond look in his eye. He remembered Simon complaining about how the paint wouldn’t come off his hands. How Teddy ran around the house and stuck her tiny hands to the wall separating the kitchen from the living room and how Johnny smiled at her with love even though he knew the paint would never come off.

He loves his family. His Riley’s.

Johnny opened the mailbox and took the mail out, walking back to the front door with his eyes reading the mail and his hips jutting out with every step.

Bills, scam, scam, letter from his Ma he’d read once inside, bills, scam, clearance sale coming up, and a letter addressed to Simon.

Johnny’s thick brows met when he reached the last paper in the stack. A letter for Simon? He rarely gets any letters.

Pushing his worries aside, Johnny was near his door when he heard the opening and closing of another.

He looked to the house on his left and out came you. His neighbor that he never met. His neighbor that always seemed to wake up earlier than him and Simon.

Johnny stood pin straight on his porch, mail in one hand and the front doorknob in the other.

You were speed walking to your mailbox, your hair was out and the breeze was getting it in your face, your robe was flowing in the wind doing absolutely nothing to protect your soft skin from the chilly air and all the while, revealing the oversized shirt you were wearing.

If Johnny was a bad man, if he looked hard enough, he could see the little pebbles of your nipples and the form of your breast outlined by your shirt. But he wasn’t a bad man.

He was a good man, a respectable man. So he only saw the was your pants squeezed your thighs just as his own did his.

Though that didn’t seem any better, did it.

Distracted by the cup of coffee in your hands and the person you were calling on your phone, at the same time turning your phone over to your face every couple of seconds, likely checking the time and hoping it was earlier than 6:47 in the morning, you didn’t notice that you were almost in the middle of the street. You didn’t notice the car speeding.

You certainly didn’t notice Johnny dropping his mail, running towards you and scooping you up by your waist, placing you on the sidewalk in front of your house. Your hero.

The sun burnt his eyes. It was too early to be here. If he came later though, it would’ve been too late.

He heaved out a deep sigh and ran a calloused hand through his blond hair, wincing at the feeling of his fingers catching tiny knots and tugging at his scalp.

There were a dozen or so cars parked near the front of the school, parents eagerly waiting for their children to walk out of the big doors and into their arms. Parents who couldn’t stop gawking at him.

He’s not here to meet the stares of the married parents trying to lean on his car discreetly, he’s here for one thing and one thing only: his daughter.

But he can’t not stop thinking about the way the sun’s rays pierced his eyes and made him wish he was blind.

So, here he was, wishing he was deaf instead with how loud the end of school bell screamed in his ears, and wishing he had the eyes of a hawk so he could look at and wait for the beautiful elementary teacher to walk towards him with his daughter grasping her hand.

When you did come out, Simon realized why your name always fell from Johnny’s lips.

It’s might be the dress. Might be the sun. It might just be you.

But the way your dress curves with your hips, forms with your thighs, your glowing skin kissed by the sun. You’re vibrant in the fabric, big eyes shining so bright it makes his knees buckle and he feels his breath catching in his throat. He can’t look away.

You’re a dove, perfect and pure, kind and naive, skin so soft he would feel like the softest of feathers were blessing his skin with kisses.

If he got close enough. If you’d grace him with the air you blew his way with a flap of your feathers. If.

You finished guiding the children to their parents, bidding them farewell with a wave accompanied by a delicate smile that made your eyes scrunch and cute footprints that reminded Simon of crows appear on the corners of your eyes.

Simon stood up straighter when you approached him with his daughter skipping and giggling without a care in the world. He felt his lips tug on his cheeks.

Teddy was looking side to side trying to find the tall man that was her father, when she met his eyes, Simon felt his smile match hers. Fun of life and love.

Teddy let go of your hand and almost broke into a full sprint, almost because your palm on her little stomach stopped her from doing so. You bent down a bit to match her height and reminded her about looking both ways before crossing the street.

Teddy smiled up at you and grabbed your hand once more, sticking her head to see the road better and seeing her head both right and left making her pigtails sway with the movement.

You patted her head with your free hand and now that you were a few feet away from him, Simon could hear your sweet voice.

“Good job Teddy! Always remember now, okay?” You smiled at his daughter with such, care, it made his heart squeeze.

“Mhm!” Teddy answered. She looked at Simon and a gasp escaped her lips as she let go of your hand and ran into his arms.

Simon smiled and squatted down to match her height, picking her up by her armpits and twirling her around in the air.

“There’s my girl,” He said, propping her on his hip and kissing the crown of her head.

You were just about to leave, midway into turning around and going back into there school into your classroom. But Simon wanted to actually see you up close. He wanted to drink you in and get drunk on your sweet nectar.

Teddy giggled, he’d never get enough of that, and she pointed at her teacher, at you. “Look, look she’s my teacher Daddy, isn’t she pretty?”

You turned around and paused, looking at Teddy in surprise. As if you haven’t heard a compliment like that before. As if you hadn’t heard a compliment done right, a compliment said by the right mouth.

Simon has the right mouth. He can shower you in compliments right and pure if he tried his hardest. If you gave him and Johnny a chance to.

“You’re right, love,” He says, looking at you with flowers blossoming through his eyes. You with the bright and lovely skin, you with those perfect lips he wished to kiss. “She’s beautiful.”

The way your eyes widened, Simon could tell your cheeks were warm, your ears burning.

“I—” You paused. Seemingly deciding your next words carefully with a hesitance that resembled one of a bunny. Meek and lovely.

Simon could see in your eyes that you were debating on how to answer, how to speak after what he and his daughter just said. You looked so confused and cute Simon couldn’t help the slow smile spreading across his face.

“Thank you, Mr. Riley,” You said softly. A shy thing you were. “That’s very kind of you.”

Simon thought your voice was heaven.

He would’ve kept taking to you, kept you tucked in his chest right next to Johnny in his heart. But he forgot he’s not alone.

He’s in the burning parking lot with parents pretending to look anywhere but him and the lovely teacher, trying not to eavesdrop and likely spread gossip that would stem from the lines of “why not come to my place-” or “i missed you, let’s do this again-”

However, Simon wouldn’t think those words would be such a bad idea to spread. You were a lovely woman who deserved men to cherish and flaunt you. Simon and Johnny could do that job.

Johnny already does with how much he boasts about how amazing his daughter’s teacher is.

Teddy’s stomach started to rumble. Hungry clawing and cramping her poor stomach.

“Hungry, love?” Simon asks her, tilting his head down to look at her tucked into his neck. Teddy blinks up at him with tired laced eyes and nods softly.

“Let’s get you home to eat then, hm?” He assures, giving her a small smile and patting her head back into his neck for rest.

“It was nice meeting you, Mr. Riley.” You say, and the breeze answers you with a cold wind that erupts your arms in goosebumps, making you shiver. Making Simon wish he brought a jacket to drape over your shoulders.

“Nice meetin’ you too, dove.” He nods his head at you and leaves you with a warm smile.

His heart pounds.

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naivegh0ul · 7 months

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Could you possibly do a soap platonic fic where ghost has a 9 year old daughter and she is the total opposite of ghost, she just rambles and she meets soap at base and they instantly become infatuated with each other and ghost finds them talking about sharks in immense detail to each other???

Oh my gosh that is such a cute idea! 🥹🥹🥹

Soap had no idea Ghost had a daughter. I mean, why would he, of all people, have a kid? Ghost is a lone wolf, "I work alone," may as well be his catchphrase at this point.

So, one night when the squad goes out for drinks, Ghost having been forced to come, Soap is curious as Ghost gets a call. Soap was surprised Ghost even had a phone, he just imagined he brought a radio everywhere with him, like the strict soldier he is.

Soap watched as Ghost stepped away from the bartop, murmuring a low, "Hey, sweetheart." into his phone. He assumed that maybe Ghost had a girl back home, but when Soap listened in further, he was shocked.

"I know, I know. Daddy will be home soon, alright? Behave for the babysitter. Alright, I love you too, sweetheart. Bye."

Wow, was all Soap could think. No way The Ghost has a child. Impossible, simply impossible. But, the way Ghost spoke to whoever was on the other line...

Soap had to investigate this.

For the next few weeks, Soap kept a close eye on Ghost, trying to listen in on his phone calls, peering around him when he was texting someone.

It was a little creepy, yeah, but Soap needed to know whether or not Ghost actually has a little mini-me or not.

Ghost seemed a little off one day, constantly on his phone, being mean to the recruits, (Well, meaner than usual.) It got Soap curious again. Ghost left the base around 2pm, and Soap watched with raised eyebrows.

To his knowledge, Ghost hadn't been called out on a mission, and he had left the base wearing civilian clothes, this all got the wheels turning in Soap's brain.

Ghost came back around 4pm, and Soap immediately went to greet him. Then, he saw it. Actually, he saw her. A little girl, huddled behind Ghost's back, clutching onto his jacket with a shark plushie in her small hand.

The little girl looked up at Soap with wide eyes, a twinkle of curiosity visible. "Hey, lass, I'm Soap. What's your name?" Soap said. The girl glanced up at Ghost as if to see if it was okay to talk to the strange man, and Ghost nodded down at her.

"Beth." She answered, smiling a little up at Soap. "Do you like sharks?" Beth pointed at Soap's mohawk, clearly thinking that it looked like a shark fin.

Ghost chuckled under breath, and Soap nodded. "I do. Does this little fella have a name?" Soap crouched down in front of Beth and gestured to the shark plushie she was holding.

"Sharkie!" Beth exclaimed with a happy smile. She seemed excited to be talking about her plushie. Beth toddled over to Soap and held up the toy, showing it to him while telling him facts about sharks.

Soap looked over at Ghost, smiling to himself as he saw the proud look in Ghost's eyes as he stared down at his little girl. Ghost stepped closer to the two and placed a hand on Beth's head before kneeling down.

"Daddy's gotta go finish some work, alright? I'll be back as soon as I can, you stay with Soap." Ghost said, stroking his daughter's hair lovingly. He lent down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head through his mask before walking away.

Soap felt his heart swell with happiness at the thought of Ghost trusting him enough to let him look after his daughter. "Alright, you little menace, what do you say we go get some ice cream?" Soap smiled as the little girl squealed in excitement and nodded, grabbing Soap's hand.

The entire car ride to the ice cream parlour, Beth was chattering away in the backseat, telling Soap all about sharks. "Did you know that baby sharks are called pups? Like little dogs! Isn't that cool?"

Soap pulled into the parking lot and helped Beth out, walking into the shop with her on his hip. "Mr. Soap, can I have chocolate ice cream?" Beth asked. She tugged on Soap's sleeve, looking at him hopefully.

"Of course you can, lass." Soap smiled, ruffling Beth's mousy brown hair. Soap ordered the two of them some ice cream, getting strawberry for himself and chocolate for Beth.

Beth kept talking the whole time, excitedly telling Soap about sharks, and about that one time when Ghost took her to an aquarium and she got to see a shark in person.

"It was so cool! It was kinda big and scary, but I know my Daddy could fight it off." Beth giggled at the story, beaming as she praised her father.

It was cute, to watch this little girl who is somehow Ghost's daughter despite being the complete opposite of him, ramble about sharks. "Do you work with my Daddy, Mr. Soap?" Beth asked curiously as she nibbled on her chocolate ice cream, smearing some around her lips.

"Yeah, I do. He's my friend, as well." Soap took a bite of his own ice cream, looking over at Beth as she scooped up some of her ice cream and pretending to feed it to her shark plushie, staining the shark's face a little.

Soap checked his watch after a while, his eyes widening as he realised they'd been gone for quite a while. "Let's go back, yeah? I bet Ghost- your dad is missing you." Soap said, catching himself when he referred to Ghost by his callsign, unsure if Beth knew about that.

The girl seemed oblivious and nodded her head, wiping her mouth on her sleeve before she hopped off her chair, shark plushie in hand.

The two headed back to base and Soap took Beth to the 141's common room, putting on some random kids show on the old TV for Beth to watch.

Soap sat back, watching as Beth sat cross legged on the floor and looked up at the TV, watching eagerly as Octonauts played. Beth seemed to be really enjoying the show, giggling loudly, it made Soap smile.

Beth continued to tell Soap about shark facts, pulling one off the top of her head each time a shark would show up on screen. She is actually quite smart, she knows more about sharks than any adult Soap knows.

Neither of them noticed when Ghost entered the room, Soap being too engrossed in the facts Beth is telling him. Ghost watched from the doorway, smiling under his mask as his little girl taught Soap about sharks.

(ok but why is this over 1k words. i think i've become obsessed with parent!ghost and little beth 🥹)

#dad!ghost #parent au #no reader #ghost cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #soap cod #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap mactavish #soap fluff #ghost fluff #asks

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cienie-isengardu · 5 months

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Mortal Kombat 1 Behind the Scenes AU: Scenography (1)

[Cage’s Mansion] [Waiting for Liu Kang] [Special Bonus] [Grandmaster’s commentary] [Climbing scene] [Madam Bo’s Inn] [Cage’s Mansion 2 (fire extinguisher)] [Medic] [Shang Tsung’s sad face] [Smoke's Fall]

#mortal kombat #mk1 behind the scenes au #bi han #kuai liang #johnny cage #tomas vrbada #frost #shang tsung #lin kuei grandmaster #aka the dad of lin kuei bros #don't tell me johnny wouldn't want use all the special powers of his friends for the best visual effects!#but also kuai and tomas tried to avoid freezing #they know too well that bi-han using his powers affect the temperature #but johnny thought they advise him against asking bi han for help because their brother wouldn't agree or could be angry about that #so he went to their dad because if grandmaster agreed then bi han can't be angry at him #but grandmaster knew all too well his kids and figured out that kuai liang and tomas tried to avoid working in cold #so decided to send there bi han (who took frost the youngest of pack) because the middle boys feel like slacking in their training XDDD #bi han and frost have a fun while kuai liang and tomas have a training as a treat XDD #in old/mythologies timeline bi han and kuai had younger sister so why not add frost as such #making the youngest & oldest vs middle kids kind of sibling relationship #shang tsung suffers by the way #as we all know he would prefer to have tropic island than a cold old fortress in the middle of nowhere

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cozyjae · 1 year

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lovefool- j.suh 🌻🌷💐

info: johnny x reader, dad!johnny, parents au, pregnancy

wc: 2.2k

a/n: helllooooo everyone! i honestly didn’t think i would ever be back posting on this account but i rewrote this piece recently and wanted to share… just my usual pure fluff ❤️ i hope u enjoy!

Your thing with Johnny is really good, sometimes it just feels too good and too right. Everything feels like it’s fallen so effortlessly and perfectly in place. You definitely don’t want to jinx anything, but after eight months of officially dating, Johnny has been absolutely everything you wanted and needed in a guy.

It’s easy to talk to him, to laugh; to tell him anything. Johnny wants to get to know you, to understand and help you. During moments like these when you lie in bed together, when he holds your waist, and when you pet his bed head and he smiles sleepily— you never want Johnny to leave.

Johnny lays beside you now, smelling like your clean sheets and his usual wood and sea salt cologne, warm fingers tracing different patterns against your hip.

You both have been slowly convincing each other to get up eventually and tackle your lazy Sunday plans of grocery shopping and putting together your new Ikea desk. But it’s been over an hour of falling back asleep and slowly blinking awake and neither of you has made much progress yet.

“You ever think about having kids?” Johnny asks suddenly, making you glance up and twist in his arms to look at his sweet face and dazed eyes.

“Yeah,” you whisper, watching how intensely curious he looks. “Sometimes.”

You subconsciously match his small smile, thoughts of an incredibly wholesome future together making your heart unfairly twist in excitement and want. "You’d be such a good dad,” you continue and Johnny grins instantly. “Like an actual dilf.”

“You think so?”

“Oh yeah,” you laugh, hand running down his bicep, “you’d be hot, babe.”

“And like, a good dad?” Johnny emphasizes, making you bite back laughter.

“Yeah,” you admit easily, rolling over to kiss him. “Of course, you would be.”

Johnny just looks at you like you said something entirely captivating and consuming.

“What?” You smile, pressing your lips against his jaw gently.

“I just want it so badly, I don’t know.” Johnny bends his arms to rest them behind his head. He watches you, suddenly peaceful and content. “I want so much with you.”

4 years later

You wake up to the muffled sound of Johnny’s voice, momentarily wondering if he’s on the phone. You smile to yourself when you listen closely and hear his softer and higher tone. You make your way to your kitchen, leaning against the doorframe, appreciating the scene in front of you. Johnny is carefully holding your daughter, Julie, with both arms, walking around the kitchen, while simultaneously trying to make eggs.

He has messy bed hair- similar to yours, a now permanent fashion statement in your household, and stubble dotted along his jaw. You listen to his soft whispers and your heart swells as your baby’s small fingers cling onto his white undershirt and her chubby hand grasps at his arm, softly patting over his floral tattoo.

Johnny has his back to you so you stay unnoticed, enjoying the serene beauty of your husband and daughter together. Julie was already almost eight months old and time felt like it was flying by, even if the sleepless nights felt long, and now, time alone and a longer than five-minute shower felt like a luxury, you couldn't and don't want to remember a time without Julie.

You love watching Johnny with her, love watching the way he so gracefully and perfectly assumed being a father, how attentive he was, and how much he doted on her and took care of you. How he started cooking most days, how he read a ridiculous amount of baby books, and how he insisted on making sure you got a minimum of a few hours of sleep a night.

You watch him bounce Julie gently, leaning against the doorframe as you smile until your daughter spots you from behind his shoulder. She reaches out and giggles with a tiny grin and Johnny turns around, mirroring her smile, which looks enduringly similar to his own.

“Need help?” You ask as Johnny laughs. “There's probably a more effective way to make breakfast but...”

Julie stretches her arms out towards you and reaches over to grab her from his hold. "Coffee?" He asks, knowing your answer.

"Yes please," you smile down at Julie, her soft hairs and long lashes. She leans her head against your chest, already comfortable in your arms. You watch Johnny stand on his tiptoes to grab a coffee mug and you press a kiss to the crown of Julie's head.

What a nice morning.

“Come take a picture!” Johnny says and your daughter giggles and toddles over to you, hurrying as fast as her tiny legs can carry her, bound in a large winter coat, mittens, and ear muffs. A tiny chubby arm extends out to you a wordless ask for stability and help. You smile as she struggles to wrap her small arms around your shoulders, tiny hands grasping your jacket. Her full pink cheek smushes against yours, as Johnny takes a picture, “Your first snow this year, baby!”

“Careful,” you call, reaching out to grasp her hand as she pulls herself into you. she wraps her arm around you, hugging you tightly. you brush back a loose strand of her hair as Johnny repositions the camera, moving around for the perfect picture.

"Snow!" Julie repeats loudly. She had just started talking and loved impressing everyone with her linguistic skills, taking her limited vocabulary very seriously as she already loved to talk and communicate with the two of you.

“Smile!” He says excitedly, grinning behind his large camera.

Julie listens, grinning with a smile that has always looked exactly like her father’s, and smushes her cheek closely next to yours. Your arm finds its way to the small of her back holding her securely as Johnny takes a picture.

“Perfect,” he mutters, more to himself, watching his family in front of him.

“What’s the surprise?” Julie cries, toying with the hem of her shirt. Her anxious gaze darts back and forth between you and Johnny, upset that you both know something she doesn’t.

At three years old, Julie hates feeling like she's being excluded from something. the hardest part of her routine now attempting to convince her that it's bedtime and neither of you would dare have fun without her.

Johnny hands her a small transparent piece of film. Your daughter plays with it gently, turning it around in her palm. “What does this mean?” She questions, not able to stay still and scooting towards you with wide, curious eyes.

Johnny holds her close to his body, wrapping an arm around her as she gives him her full attention. “It means in a couple of months you’re going to be an older sister.” Julie blinks with her mouth open, still in shock. She has friends in preschool who were younger siblings or already had younger brothers or sisters. Johnny's cousin recently had twins and Julie was completely fascinated by how tiny they were and that there were two babies.

You knew Johnny always wanted Julie to have at least one other sibling and the timing had finally felt right for the first time since Julie was born a few years ago.

“Really?” Her voice grows louder in pure excitement, looking at you in awe before her eyebrows furrow, confused, pouting. “Why not right now?” She pouts, immediately turning to her father for an explanation. He laughs loudly, “That’s not how it works, baby," he pulls her into his lap, noting that patience is still hard a hard virtue for a three-year-old.

You're tucking Julie into bed a few nights later when she brings up the baby again.

“There’s a baby in there?” Julie asks, pointing to your stomach where a small but noticeable bump began to show.

“Yes sweetheart,” you laugh as she smiles widely, “wow,” her big eyes fill with excitement and curiosity. She reaches out and lays a small, warm hand on your stomach, “hi baby.”

You smile at your daughter, already knowing what a great sister she will be. She gripes the comforter tightly as she moves to your side to cuddle you closer. “Love you,” she mumbles, eyes tightly shut, trying to lull herself into sleep.

“I love you too,” you say quietly and you eventually think she’s successfully asleep, tucked tightly next to you until she whispers cutely, “I love you baby.” You feel a small tap on your stomach and watch her gently pat your stomach. She snuggles closer, satisfied and closes her eyes for a peaceful sleep.

“Look!” Your daughter calls as she thrusts a picture towards Johnny, a pink and purple fingerprinted flower. He takes her in his arms, “for me?”Johnny asks shocked, looking at her art. Her arms find his shoulders. “No,” she giggles, “for Mommy!” She finishes, still laughing at Johnny’s reaction.

Johnny pretends to look hurt, pouting, “Well, can I have one too?” he asks. She thinks about it, face twisting, “Okay!” The little girl decides and Johnny’s smile grows instantly. “Thank you, baby.”

She frowns, chiding her father with a grin, “I’m not baby.”

“You’re not?” Johnny asks surprised and she nods approvingly. “Yes, the baby is in mommy right now,” she explains, looking at him to confirm he understands.

“Ahhh,” Johnny nods knowingly, smiling tugging on his lips, “I see. You're right. So smart." Julie hides her smile, leaning against Johnny's shoulder.

“You’re still my baby though, right?" He asks as Julie buries her face into his neck, giggling. “Yes,” she laughs, muffled by the cotton of his t-shirt.

The three of you watched Nemo while Julie was incredibly invested in the story, watching while sitting in Johnny's lap and letting him braid her hair. You're sitting close to them, a blanket draped over you and Johnny watches you sleep peacefully.

Julie sighs against Johnny's chest as he pats her shoulder. "Let’s go to bed, Jules."

She lets Johnny hoist her up and carry her into her room, the one down the hall from yours, with the pink walls and newly upgraded twin bed.

"Daddy," she whispers, clutching her favorite teddy bear. "Will you still love me even if I’m not a baby anymore?"

Johnny blinks and brushes back stray hairs from her face with a soft smile. "Of course, I could never not love you, never ever."

"Ok, Daddy," she smiles to herself, seemingly satisfied.

"Will you still love me?" He asks and Julie giggles.

"Yes!"

"I had to make sure!" He defends and Julie squeals, wrapping her arms around his torso and squeezing tight.

"Jules, Mommy and I will love you forever."

“The baby is going to be small,” Johnny explains, walking Julie through the hospital halls as she swings their arms back and forth excitedly.

“Okay,” Julie bounces. "Isn't it cool, daddy, that baby and I have the same birthday month?"

"Wow," he looks down at Julie and her bright, excited eyes, "it really is."

"But we have our own days," she continues, "I think it was meant to be." Julie decides, stopping when Johnny does, in front of your hospital room.

"I think so too," he smiles, squeezing her hand gently and opening the door carefully.

"Wow," Julie gasps, consciously trying not to run up to the hospital bed where you hold a tiny bundle.

"Hi, Jules," you smile, "do you want to meet your brother?"

She nods with wide eyes, already on her tippy toes to try and peer over the tall bed. Johnny instead sits down in the chair next to you and lifts her into his lap. "Here," he murmurs as you carefully pass over your newborn.

"Hi," Julie stares at the small bundle, "Daddy," she gasps, looking up at Johnny. She touches the baby tentatively as Johnny's arm wraps around her waist. Julie is already hyper-fixated on her sibling, on her brother.

"What's baby's name?" She whispers like she's scared of disturbing him.

"Jordan," Johnny says quietly, meeting your eyes with a small, content smile.

"Hi Jordan," Julie smiles, supporting his head gently, turning to look at you. "Do you think he already knows how much I love him?"

You nod, "I think he does." Julie nods with a smile, like that reassures her and you watch her hold her brother, feeling like your family with Johnny felt so complete.

#nct imagine #nct blurb #nct fic #johnny suh fic #johnny suh imagine #nct dad au #nct blurbs #nct scenario

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nctsplug02 · 2 years

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Always waiting for another fic from u bcause u always be my favorite~🎶 recently i feel so insecure, like im not worth existing, i end up pushing away the closest ppl around me. Really reaally need my baby daddy johnny, with super angsty plot yet ends with super fluffy soft smut 🥺 appreciate it so much if u dont mind writing my request 🥺💖💕

[10:09PM]

GENRE: fluff, angst and smut

WARNINGS: dilf johnny, shit talking, body shaming, age gap (24-34), mentions of bullying, kissing, flirting, fingering, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, praising, and spanking.

BUZZ BUZZ!

you glance over at the buzzing phone that was blowing up with constant buzzes and notifications. you sigh as it buzzes, again so, you reach over to power it off only to accidentally read what the first notification said.

deloris: she sounds like a whore haha

you bite your lip, you shouldn’t be that nosey step-mother but, you didn’t want your own step-daughter and her friends cyber bully someone?

so, you click on the notification which lead to a group chat.

me: ikr

me: she literally can’t go a day without nagging and calling my dad babe. or touching him.

why was jamie texting back? more likely, how? she’s grounded so, how does she have access in texting them back?

sha’nyra: TOUCHING??? nah, she’s definitely got a problem with keeping her hands to herself!

and, who were they talking about?

me: she’s definitely using my dad for his money.

annalese: i forgot your daddy is a rich man.

me: wtv anna

were they talking.. about you? it’s clear that they were.

me: everyone in my family calls her my mom.. she isn’t. she’s just a fat pregnant bitch who my daddy decided to knock up and marry.

you were on the bigger side but, that didn’t stop your husband, johnny, from loving you and marrying you.

you swallow the huge lump in your throat and wipe the tears from your cheeks.

is that what she thought of you? how embarrassing.

you met your husband, johnny, four years back. you were stood up by your tinder date and johnny saw you sitting at the bar by yourself. he ordered a drink for you and came up to you shortly after. you and him talked all night and he offered you a ride home which you took.

once outside your apartment complex, he took your number and you took his. you and him texted all night until deciding to meet up for a date the next morning. he took you to this fancy area where he paid an hour later.

several more dates and you and johnny finally got together, officially.

you walk downstairs to find your husband returning from work. “hey, honey. oh, no. what’s wrong?” johnny walks up to you and cups your face. “i..” you could barely finish before his worried eyes make you burst into tears.

“oh, baby.” he sighs and brings your head to his chest, rubbing the back of your neck and cooing. “what happened?” you shake your head and johnny taps your thigh, signing you to jump.

he catches you by your thighs and brings you over to the kitchen. johnny sits you on the counter and cups your face. “tell me, what’s wrong, baby?” you look around to calm yourself.

“earlier.. i took jamie’s phone like you said to and her phone was blowing up.. so, i went to power it off but, i accidentally saw what one of the notification said and they were whore-shaming someone— and, you know how much i hate when people do that so, i.. snooped?”

johnny sighs and gulps. “what did you find, baby.” you frown and bite your lip.

“they were whore-shaming me, johnny.” his stare stayed blank. “they were saying how i only married you for your money— fat-shaming me— and, jamie was mocking me for calling you ‘babe’ and how i can’t stop nagging or, or touching you!”

johnny brings his arms around you, again and comforts you. “i’m sorry, baby. i’ll have a talk with her, okay?” you shake your head. “that’ll just make her hate me even more!” you push at his chest. “she doesn’t hate you, baby—?” you shake your head, wiping your nose. “she does— stop lying to me!”

johnny sighs and frowns the corner of his lip to one side. “she said how she couldn’t believe you married me— a fat pregnant bitch.” you mimic her words with a shaky tone.

“no, baby,” he coos and tucks your hair behind your ears. “i married you because i love you,” he makes you hold contact with his eyes. “the moment i saw you sitting by yourself in that bar— i fell in love. your gorgeous face, your gorgeous body— the way that dress hugged those pretty curves. i love you for you. you have an amazing heart that cares so much for me. and, that amazing heart that didn’t care that i was a single father with a 13 year old— you try your hardest to get jamie to like you and you try your hardest to bond with her— you try and try and try but, the truth is.. she isn’t used to another women taking her mothers place. she isn’t used to her father seeing someone else other than her mother. she’ll come around, baby. she will and, i promise. and, that baby growing in your belly— my baby. i will always love them, no matter what. so, what i knocked you up. jamie doesn’t get a say in wether i knock you up or not. so, whatever she says, don’t listen to what she says. i love you for you. you’re perfect for the way you are. i love you and that baby growing in your belly.”

your eyes water, tears burning to fall. “i will not let jamie get away with shaming my wife. she may be my daughter but, she does not have the right to shame my wife, okay?” you slowly nod as johnny rubs your cheeks.

“is jamie home, right now?” you shake your head. “she had her mom pick her up before i took her phone.” you frown and johnny smirks a bit.

“that’s perfect.” he mutters. “that gives me the perfect opportunity to let me show you how beautiful you are, baby.” he brings his lips to your lips and slowly slides his tongue over your bottom lip. “j—johnny,” you whimper, feeling his hand slip up under your silk night gown.

he pushes you back just a tad bit and hooks his fingers under the stretchy band of your pantie, he slowly pulls down your pantie and lets it tighten around your knees. johnny lifts up your legs and looks down at your pussy that dripped.

“fuck me,” johnny sighs with a lip bite. “i just., can’t believe this pussy.. is mine.. all mine.” he whispers and brings two fingers to his lips, he sticks out his tongue and swipes his fingers over them.

you whimper and tilt your head to the side to watch as he slips the two fingers into your wet cunt. you moan and toss your head back against the cupboard, letting your head thud against it. “johnny,” you whine as he curls his fingers.

“ahh—?!” you gasp and johnny fastens his pace, his fingers covered in white cream. “j—johnny!” you wail and tighten your pussy around johnnys fingers as you cream around his thick, slender fingers.

johnny groans with you as he slows his wrist movements. “good job, baby. good job.” he coos and pulls out his fingers, bringing them to his tongue and sucking on them. groaning around his fingers as he sucks your sweetness off his fingers.

“do you think you’re stretched out enough to take my big dick?” johnnys fingers tease your slit making you whine. “it’s a yes or a no, baby.”

“yes, johnny!” you nod, arms wobbling as they hold up your upper body. “see, wasn’t so hard to answer.” he chuckles and kisses your bump that was hidden under your gown.

johnny smirks and undoes his belt with one hand while the other plays with your slit. he pushes down his jeans and frees his cock. it springs up hard with precum.

johnny holds up your legs and uses his hand to slap his tip on your folds. “fuck, im so dying to be inside you.” he hisses and runs his cock between your folds. “p—please, fuck me, johnny.”

“oh, i’ll fuck you, alright.” you let out a noise as johnny pushes into you. you grip the counter top and moan loudly, feeling his cock stretch you out.

you gasp repeatedly as johnny hits your sweet spot several times perfectly. “does it feel good, baby?” you nod and let out a wail. “of course it does— i always make you feel good, don’t i?” you nod, again— whimpering this time.

johnny was the first man to make you cum several times in one night. it was magical. you could barely make yourself cum by yourself after.

“don’t doze off on me, baby.” he mumbles and lightly slaps your cheek. “i—im not.” you pout and shake your head as he cock drowns you out.

johnny chuckles sexily and rubs your clit making you jolt. “b—baby,” he nods with a hum. “can we cum together?” he bites his lip and nods. “i’d love to, baby.” you clench as johnny fastens his pace— pushing his hips faster just like he always did for rough sex.

you whimper as your orgasm gets closer. “don’t worry, baby. i’m close, too.” yeah, you could tell by the way his thrusts became sloppier, the way his cock twitched in you and the way his face scrunched.

“j—johnny—?!” he nods and holds your frantic hand, that was begging to be held.

johnnys last slam causes you to go silent. your throat closes as you attempt to moan. you and johnny both whimper. he filled you to the rim and you applied tightness around his dick.

“f—fuck.” johnny pulls your pantie off your ankles and spreads your legs, pulling himself closer and connecting his forehead with yours. “ay,” you wince as he buries himself deeper.

after a few minutes, johnny finally pulls out and brings his eyes down to your cunt that pushed out his cum and piled onto the countertop.

“do you wanna take a shower or should i—?” your chest heaves as you shake your head. “grab.. the cum towel and.. clean me off..” you huff and puff. “if you say so, baby.” johnny rubs your cheek and rubs upstairs.

johnny comes back with the cum towel and wipes your cunt and your thighs— plus the countertop.

“ready for bed?” johnny asks and you nod. “think you can walk?” you think for a second before nodding. “hopefully.” you say with your fingers crossed.

johnny chuckles as he helps you off the counter and watches as you wobble towards the kitchen door. johnny spanks you making you wince. “ay,” you wince, again and clutch onto the kitchen door frame. johnny chuckles behind you, watching with heavy eyes.

you turn back and smile with repeated blinks. “already on it, baby.” johnny smirks and carries you, bridal style.

once to the room, he sets you on the bed and climbs in next to you. “goodnight.. and, i love you. very, very much.” he presses the longest— most fattest kiss on your temple.

“and, i love you very, very much!” you press your face more into his plumped lips.

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confused-wanderer · 1 month

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Ghostsoap AU where Soap is a strong swimmer, one of the best Scuba divers out there and Ghost is a marine biologist investigating the ecosystem and the deep ocean.

Ghost who’s had intense trauma with cliffs and just generally being near the edge of things at huge heights, something Johnny would occasionally tease him about but always lightly, with never any venom in them. And although to everyone, including the Scot who just started closely working with Ghost a few months ago, it seems like Ghost doesn’t care much for Soap, everything shifts one day when stuff goes terribly wrong.

Soap had dove farther than he had in a while, exploring a new area near a cliff after an intense natural disaster (maybe an earthquake that unearthed a closed off area?) and his oxygen tank bursts.

Meanwhile the team gets his distress signal, and Ghost, despite his trauma with cliffs, doesn’t hesitate to jump off the tallest one in order to get to Soap.

His Johnny. His oxygen.

#ghost x soap #ghost #ghostsoap au #taskforce 141 au #simon riley x johnny mactavish #simon riley x john mactavish #lieutenant simon ghost riley #sergeant garrick gaz kyle #sergeant johnny mactavish #sergeant mactavish #sergeant gaz #captain price is the dad #captain john price #simon x soap #soapghost au #soapghost

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halfadoginatank · 5 months

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Simon and his father take a trip to the Scottish highlands for the summer, he knows only one of them will leave.

Johnny is a boy obsessed with filming explosions from fireworks he's not supposed to have.

Los Vaqueros are a group of Mexican teens derailed from their field trip waiting for teachers that might not come back.

Huge lore and plot dump below.

Mild tw for Simons father

Simons father has always taken him on hunting trips, sometimes he hated them, some times he liked them. But he'd never taken him this far from manchester. There are weapons in the cabin they rent, his father is eerily sober, one of them is going to die out here. Simon can only hope that Tommy won't be next.

Johnny meets him when he strays too far from his father. Part of it on purpose, he would never be on equal footing, more so when his father had the rifle and not him. He's in the tree's, at first simon thinks its prey, but there's a camera lense staring right at his scope.

Los Vaqueros come later, the leader arguing with a girl with choppy hair, Valeria and Alejandro trade glares while Rodolfo tries to mediate. Their bus broke down, leaving them stuck in town desperately renting a cabin near but far from the one simon is in.

It's the most interesting thing thats happened to johnny, and in the makeshift bonfire Valeria corners him and Simon. Her gaze is snakelike and a ring clinks on the bottle she's holding

"You say that he's an asshole yes? Your padre. Mine was the same, en mi opinión? It is kill or be killed."

Valeria nods at Alejandro, she tells them of a faceless force where she's from. The person sponsoring the trip for them, 'good will'. The five of them band together, the rest of the Vaqueros utterly ignorant.

Simon will save his family, Alejandro will get them home, and johnny? He's going to make the best home video.

Yeah so thats the whole plot, originally it was just going to be ghoap but somehow the Vaqueros fell into place. It kind of made more sense to have Valeria give them the idea? She doesnt have a whole bunch of canon lore so I figured she'd have an in with the cartel via her father, who was awful. And when Valeria killed him the nameless helped her cover it up and she got her own little spot.

Alejandro broke off their relationship after that, it's why they're on bad terms. He formed the Vaqueros as a funny joke that he started to take seriously when kids around Las Almas genuinely needed help that wasnt someway connected to the cartel, adults had that with rudys mother, so Ale and his childhood friend Rudy decided to help people their age in a way that doesn't rely on adults too much.

Everyone here is about 16-18. Soap is 17, ghost is as well but a few months older. Rudy Alejandro and Valeria are 18. And the youngest cowboy is 16.

Im trying to fit Gaz and Alex in? Im thinking that they both live in Texas, Gazs parents had a falling out since mum was from Texas hes there. Their school is on the same trip in the same bus a sort of cross trip to help the shitty american public school get a better name, as well as the cartels big PR move with having a class from one of Las Almas' schools.

Johnny is a bit weird here, but his motivation is he's suffering from extreme middle kid issues. Loves his family but since he's almost invisible is able to just kinda run off as long as hes back home eventually. He has a camera he uses to film any of his mishaps with, its essentially just jackass. As well as a video diary. Dont be fooled, its also an excuse for me to write some of it in script like format.

Simon is almost exactly the same as he is in the 09 comics, obviously a bit different. But childhood is the same.

I wanted farah to be here so bad but her childhood is literally a warzone and theres no way I can get her and her brother in Scotland. Because im trying so hard to make this somewhat believable, like yes its is a summer mystery horror au. But god I just really need things to make a little sense otherwise I cant do it. Same with Price Nik and Laswell. Like I could group Laswell in with Alex and gaz, and maybe I could pair her with Valeria for funsies. However Nikolai is in russia so... oopsie, and price? Like... how do you turn price into a teenager, he'd be what 19 or 20? Theres no reason he'd be in school, I dont think he'd be held back.

Also you may wonder, why is graves not here? Uh.... because I dont care, he wouldn't have a place here. The antagonist is Simons father, and honestly man? I just dont care that much for his character.

Man theres... theres so much I have here dude, I want to throw roach in there, and I THINK I could squeeze him in as one of ghosts school mates but the point is the first act has Simon completely isolated.

Anyway thats it. Bye.

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goattrucksss · 6 months

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"My name is Jonathan / Johnny Joestar, people call me jojo and I am the one and only Spider Star" (Johnny's wrist looks broken but it still looks good to me at least)

Jonathan and Erina,who takes the role of Gwen Stacy

Jonathan and Spider Erina. The girl Johnny is hugging is Rina,who takes the role of Mary Jane

Johnny first drawing of him as spiderman / spider star

im going to rewatch spiderman into the spiderverse,whatch spiderman across the spiderverse and then (maybe) watch other spiderman movies so i can get a better idea of what to do for this au (may or may not draw the other jojos in digital later)

#gyro is probably harry osborn and his dad is green goblin or something idk #Gyro built Johnnys robot backpak thing and stuffr #jonathan joestar #jonathan jojo #jjba fanart #jjba #jjba part 1 #jjba part 7 #steel ball run #johnny joestar #johnny jojo #jjba au #jojo au #jojo fanart #erina pendleton #rina higashikata #my art

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saturnznct · 1 year

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d3 - christmas in chicago | jhs

➸ word count; 1240 words

➸ jude; aged 14, verity & katie; aged 5, connor; aged 1 month

➸ alternative names used; junho (jude), eunyoung (katie)

dadmas masterlist | nct masterlist

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Surprisingly, your five-year-old twins are not the ones who wake you up at five in the morning on Christmas Day. Instead, you arise to the sound of your one-month-old son fussing in his bedside crib.

You stretch, shifting around to position yourself upright. It’s been roughly three or four hours since you last fed, and your body reacts accordingly, loose white t-shirt beginning to dampen.

‘I’ll take him,’ Johnny murmurs from behind you, in his raspy morning voice.

‘He needs fed,’ you reply, lifting Connor up from the crib and onto your chest.

‘I’ll keep you company,’ Johnny settles further into the pillows, lightly tickling Connor’s feet with his finger.

This year, you’d found yourself in Chicago for Christmas. Last year you had spent the holiday in Korea after staying there for a little stint because of Johnny’s work, but you had come back to your home in Chicago during the summer to prepare for the birth of your youngest son.

Your hair falls as you turn your head to smile at Johnny, so he reaches a hand out to push the stray hair behind your ear.

‘Merry Christmas, beautiful,’ he rubs your cheek on the way back down with his thumb, before dropping it down to the back of Connor’s head, ‘and Merry first Christmas, little man.’

‘Merry Christmas, John. Our last first Christmas,’ you smile lazily.

‘Well, I mean, we could have another surprise-‘

‘Absolutely not,’ you interrupt, and he laughs sheepishly, ‘four is more than enough.’

‘I know, I was kidding,’ Johnny kisses your elbow, ‘I love our family so much.’

Johnny just watches you feed for a few minutes before your bedroom door cracks open, two little girl’s faces appearing behind it.

‘Hey girls,’ Johnny sits up on his elbows, the twins taking it as an invitation to come inside.

‘It’s Christmas, daddy,’ Katie crawls up onto the bed, Verity not far behind her.

‘It is, angel,’ Johnny lets her crawl into his arms, ‘do you think Santa’s been?’

The twins nod rapidly, both inching closer towards their father.

‘Can we go downstairs and go and see, daddy?’ Verity bounces on her heels with excitement.

‘Mommy’s feeding your little brother, Vev,’ Johnny explains, ‘we’ll have to wait until he’s done, okay?’

‘Okay,’ the girls sigh, slightly dejected, but the excitement quickly outweighs it.

The four of you talk quietly for a few minutes, the twins buzzing about potential presents Santa may have brought them. Once Connor pulls away from you, the twins automatically straighten up, ready to jump out of bed to harass Jude into waking up.

‘Girls-‘ Johnny tries to get them to slow down, but they’re already reaching up and pulling your bedroom door open, plodding along down the hallway towards their older brother’s bedroom.

‘Can you manage?’ Johnny lays a warm hand just under your shoulder.

‘Yeah, you go make sure they don’t jump on his head.’

Johnny leaves the room as you rise from the bed slowly, beginning to pat Connor’s back.

Jude is leaning against the hallway wall, half asleep still, once you emerge from the bedroom.

‘Morning,’ you chuckle, his face brightening when he sees you and his baby brother.

‘Can we go downstairs now?’ Katie tugs on Johnny’s sleeve.

‘Yeah, come on angel, let’s go and see what Santa’s brought you.’

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‘Grandma!’

‘Hello little ones,’ Johnny’s mother hugs her granddaughters before looking up and noticing Jude.

‘Junho-ah,’ she breaks away from the twins to hug Jude, ‘Merry Christmas.’

‘John-ah, Y/N! How’s the little one?’

‘Groggy,’ you turn to the side slightly to show Connor laying against your chest half-asleep, ‘someone is ready for his morning nap.’

‘Go put him down, his little crib is still in the spare room.’

Johnny’s parents had a little fold-out crib for Connor just in case you spent a long time there.

‘I’ll put him down, come on,’ Johnny takes Connor from you, rocking him slowly as he ventures up the stairs.

‘Merry Christmas mum/mom,’ you hug Johnny’s mother, ‘thank you for hosting this year.’

‘You know how much I love cooking for you guys,’ she replies, ‘you’ve made such a big family, it warms my heart to have you all here together.’

‘He went straight to sleep,’ Johnny reappears at the top of the stairs, ‘all the Christmas excitement made him tired I think.’

‘Now that we’re all here,’ Johnny’s dad says, ‘lets start on presents!’

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‘Oh, Eunyoung, no,’ Johnny’s mother lunges across the kitchen counter, grabbing Katie by the waist and lifting her down from the stepstool, just as she was about to put her fingers in the cake batter.

‘Sorry mum/mom,’ you manage to eventually catch up with Katie, the one month old Connor in your arms, ‘I lost sight of her for like two seconds.’

‘It’s okay dear, you should be sitting! Wow I’m getting too old for this.. Where’s my son, he should be- John!’

Johnny appears in the doorway behind you, holding Verity.

‘Sorry, little miss spilled water all over herself.’ He lets Verity down, who scampers over to her Grandmother and twin sister.

‘Girls, how about you go play with your new toys?’ Johnny’s mother suggests, ‘let your mum/mom rest.’

‘No, I’ll help you with dinner-‘

‘No you will not,’ she fires back sternly, ‘you just gave birth. Go sit on the couch and relax.’

Sensing that she won’t back down, you retreat to the couch, where Jude is laying around on his phone.

‘Are you ok, mum/mom?’ Jude looks up from his phone in concern when you quietly whine in discomfort.

‘I’m good, just achy,’ you don’t think your teenage son wants the details of your postpartum body.

‘Can I do anything?’ He offers, forever the sweetest boy.

‘You could play with your sisters,’ you suggest, ‘stop them from getting in your grandma’s way.’

‘Okay,’ he throws his phone down, wandering over to the girls and feign excitement over their dolls.

Johnny helps his parents with the cooking, darting around the kitchen, pulling things off the hob, out of the oven and into dishes ready for the dining table.

‘Dinner’s ready!’ Johnny’s mother calls.

You place Connor in the crib you’ve brought downstairs, as Jude and the twins practically sprint over to the dining table.

‘Ah-ah, not so fast,’ Johnny chastises, ‘let’s carry a dish each.’

He gives the twins a cooler dish each, which they carry to the table and put down, before sliding into their seats.

‘You, sit down,’ Johnny’s mother swats at you when you appear in the kitchen and try to help.

‘Alright, dig in everyone,’ Johnny’s mother announces.

‘Kids,’ you begin sternly before they pick up their utensils.

‘Jal meogeotseumnida,’ the kids chirp in unison, Johnny’s mother laughing as they start stuffing their faces as soon as the last syllable leaves their mouths.

‘You’re welcome.’

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‘Hey,’ Johnny is sitting up in bed, orange glow of your bedside lamp illuminating the bare skin of his chest.

‘Hi,’ you’d just finished saying goodnight to Jude.

He wraps his arms around you once you’re in bed beside him.

‘I had the most perfect day,’ he murmurs sleepily.

‘Me too. Exhausted now.’

‘M’not surprised. But I love being in Chicago with you, and our family.’

‘It feels like home, doesn’t it?’

‘It is home. But anywhere with you is.’

‘You’re so cheesy,’ you cringe, ‘but I agree with the sentiment.’

‘Merry Christmas, I love you.’

‘Merry Christmas, John. I love you too..’

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timaeusterrored · 7 months

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(She’s just like you)

((Oh how I’ve missed seahorse dad au))

“J- Jamie!” Hearing Johnny call for his 4 year old mini him was hilarious. Mainly because no one could believe he’d actually be a dad ever, and now here he was chasing a toddler through the house to get pajamas on.

Kerry blocked her path, making her run into his legs. Johnny managed to scoop her up before she could run again, making the toddler battle cry that made everyone believe she could be the next Samurai front man.

“No.” That was her favorite word.

“Yes.” Johnny carried her off to her room, hearing his partners laughing at the pout Jamie probably had on her face.

Johnny eventually wrestled his toddler into her PJs, letting her tire herself out to where by the end, she was basically cuddled into Johnny, letting him rock her.

She was a little warrior at heart, as everyone would expect from someone Johnny made, but he loved her. He never believed people when they said seeing their baby for the first time would change them, but seeing Jamie had. He loved Ted of course, that was his son and a product of the loves of his life… but Jamie looked and acted exactly like Johnny, even so young.

It scared him.

He didn’t want her to live the life he had, and he somewhat hoped she’d mellow out as she got older. He didn’t know what he’d do if she got hurt, or had her own Alt.

He had realized he had rocked the toddler to sleep until he felt a hand on his back. Vincent stood next to him, looking at their girl.

“You know… you don’t have to hold her while she sleeps… she’ll be okay.” Vincent whispered.

“…but what if she needs me?” Johnny didn’t want his baby to feel like he had left her. She would never have the life he did.

“Then I’m sure you’ll come running as soon as she wakes up… now come on. She needs sleep and so do you.” Vincent kissed his cheek and let Johnny lay their baby down.

When he turned, both Kerry and Vincent stood there. It seems he had missed Ted’s put down. He’d be sure to be there when he woke up tomorrow. Neither of his kids would suffer favoritism or neglect, he’d make sure they both knew he’d fight god for them.

“Come on, we have a movie picked in the bedroom.” Kerry grabbed his hand and lead him to their room, Vincent quietly shutting the door behind them so Jamie could sleep.

“Wait-“ Johnny pulled away when they passed Ted’s room.

He quietly opened the door, finding their seven year old sound asleep. He quietly moved in his room and through his toys- he had to clean his room good god- and knelt down in front of him.

“Night Teddy.” Johnny kissed his forehead before he felt little arms around his neck.

“Goodnight papa…” Ted whispered sleepily back, before passing out again. And Johnny’s heart swelled.

When he quietly shut the door back, his partners were grinning at him. Vincent poked his stomach playfully before pulling him to their bedroom once and for all.

“Didn’t realize having kids would make you so soft.” Kerry teased him, the two watching Vincent get ready for bed- What? How do you think they got two kids out of him?

“Shut up.” Johnny rubbed his face and fell into their oversized bed.

#dad Johnny owns my heart #cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk johnny #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #kerry #silverdyne #silvervdyne #silverv #cyberpunk v #male v #male v cyberpunk #Vincent Welles #seahorse dad au

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miwsolovely · 18 days

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dad!ghoap au masterlist

johnny and simon love each other. they love their daughter more than life itself. their daughter loves her teacher, who also happens to be their neighbor. johnny takes a liking to you first, simon falls hard.

[list of short stories pertaining to this au/idea]

sun burnt eyes and bunnies

#♡﹒⇅﹒cod masterlist—﹒📁#dad!ghoap au #simon riley x reader x johnny macatvish #ghoap x reader #ghoap au #ghoap #ghoap fic #ghoap x you #simon riley x female reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #johnny soap mctavish x reader

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naivegh0ul · 7 months

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Ghost as a dad was so cute! I need to know more about him and his daughter backstory, ASAP. How they live toghether, does Ghost has a wife or was it one night stand and the girl turned up nine months after and dropped the baby to his hands (personally I think of the latter) and they are little family ahhhhhh

And reaction of the rest people in 141, will they find out? Will Ghost tell them? Or will they one day just go to the common room, swearing like "who of you mf watches kids stuff" and they see this little girl sitting next to Soap who looks like is about to murder them

This is so fun, thank you for dropping dad Ghost to us 🙏🙏🙏

I imagine that Beth isn't Ghost's biological child, but actually his brother Tommy's! I think that Tommy and Beth Riley actually had twins, so it wasn't just baby Joseph, but baby Beth, too. (I like to think that Joseph was named after Ghost as it's his middle name and Beth was named after her mother.)

In this parent AU I think that the rest of the Riley family still died like in the comics, but baby Beth didn't as she had a hospital appointment that day :(

The poor baby had to go live with her grandparents - (Beth's parents) - and Ghost met her after a few years. He has his own little flat in Manchester, along with other properties dotted around England, so Beth sometimes comes to stay with him but she lives with her grandma and grandpa for the most part.

I think Beth would know that Ghost is a soldier, as her grandparents told her, but I doubt she knows the extent of what he does as she's only a little girl.

Ghost definitely tried to avoid wearing the mask around her but one time Beth found his mask in one of the cupboards and she put it on and she just looked so sweet and adorable that it changed the way Ghost saw his mask entirely.

Sometimes he puts it on for her when it's Halloween and she and her friends love it. She just thinks her dad is so cool and awesome and the best kind of scary. She knows that he's technically not her real dad, but to her he is. He's genuinely her hero :(

And yes, I totally think that one of the 141 boys, probably Price, would barge into the common room exclaiming, "Who's been watching Bluey on my goddamn Netflix account?!"

And Gaz would pipe up, embarrassedly admitting it was him when actually Soap has been secretly using Price's Netflix account to let Beth watch Bluey knowing Gaz also watches that same show.

Ghost would just shake his head disapprovingly at Soap's shenanigans, but he'd be smiling so wide under his mask, so grateful that Soap cares so much for his girl.

Ghost would be a bit hesitant to introduce Beth to the 141, but after he saw how easy Soap got along with her, he introduced them right away. Beth loved Gaz and Price as much as she did Soap. She'd constantly be begging for piggyback rides, exclaiming, "Daddy, look! I'm as tall as you!"

(One time when she was sitting on Soap's shoulders, she used his mohawk as a handlebar and tugged on it to get him moving to where she wanted to go. She'd even put on a little chef's hat, pretending she was Remy guiding Chef Soap on what to do.)

Ghost almost passed out from how hard he was laughing, and Price and Gaz were on the floor in shambles from how funny they found it.

#dad!ghost #parent au #no reader #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #cod fluff #ghost fluff #asks

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cienie-isengardu · 4 months

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Mortal Kombat 1 Behind the Scenes AU: Show off!

#mortal kombat #mk1 behind the scenes au #sub zero #bi han #scorpion #kuai liang #tomas vrbada #smoke #johnny cage #lin kuei brothers #having too much fun #and one frustrated johnny #this is summary XD #bi han giving pep talk was unplanned but i like that #also i'm so proud of myself as i did more than 10 behind the scenes takes #no one can convince me the brothers didn't enjoy showing off their skills #like the lin kuei mission could be do in less flasht way but nope they just want to have some fun too!#johnny probably wanted the super stealth ninja style but ended with three grown up ass men having way too much fun XD #grandmaster aka the dad is so proud of his boys

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nctsplug02 · 2 years

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dilf johnny?

oh, daddy! j.suh

genre: fluff, angst and smut

warnings; flirting, cute interactions, name calling, toxic ex-husband, toxic mother-in-law, swearing, arguing, kissing, making out, ass touching, fingering, drinking, crying, mentions of mental health mentions of abuse and dilf!johnny.

summary: reader remarries johnny with a daughter and shared custody with her ex-husband. she has another baby with johnny and the first daughter begins to call johnny ‘daddy.’ johnny doesn’t mind but readers ex-husband seems to have a problem with it….

a/n: based off a reddit tiktok!

vivian giggles as johnny wipes the white frosting onto her nose. “ah!” she squeals with her eyes squeezed shut. “i should’ve done color red so then you could be the red nose deer!” vivian looks away and shakes her head.

“you guys having fun?” you ask, coming in with the nine month old on your hip. “yes, mama! daddy suh, put the candy on my nose!” vivian points to her nose and giggle.

she looks around when hearing nobody else laugh along with her. she sees your shocked face and then johnnys. “oh, i’m sorry, johnny. i didn’t mean to call you daddy— is that okay?” her big eyes becoming watery.

“that’s,” his lips turn up into a grin. “that’s fine with me. can i call you my princess?” she giggles and nods. “yes!” she accidentally swings her arm and knocks the ginger bread house apart.

“hh,” she gasps and looks at johnny again. “oopsies!” she covers her mouth as johnny and you laugh.

you sigh, climbing into bed and watching as johnny join you with the fattest, cheekiest smile. “what’s up, hm?” you fix the blanket until it goes up to your waist.

“vivi called me daddy, today.” his shoulders shake in excitement as he jumps into bed.

you laugh as he lands on you. “i know! how do you feel?” you cup his face and ask. “so.. so, fucking happy. i literally cannot express how much joy i feel in me.” you press your lips onto his. “i think we can see and hear the excitement.” you laugh as he becomes shy.

“gosh,” johnny sighs and looks up at you. “i wonder.. how her dad will feel if he finds out vivian is now calling me daddy..” johnny wonders.

“ugh, don’t even mention him.” johnny sits up. “what. what happened? what did he do.” you sigh. “i sent vivian over like.. four days ago— and you know how she fell on the stairs at the playground, a week ago?” johnny nods. “okay, yeah. i sent her to her dads and then i get a raging voicemail in the middle of the night from his mom just bitching and screaming at me— basically accusing me and you of abusing vivian.” johnny has his eyebrows pinched.

“they can shove that accusation up their asses because we know that’s not true. we’re great parents. amazing. especially, you. being the sexiest, hottest, most beautiful, most gorgeous mommy in the world.” you giggle, letting yourself fall forward into his arms.

“no, you’re the sexy one. a sexy daddy.” he falls back and bites his lips. he grabs you and makes you straddle his lap. you giggle as he grinds your hips down on his crotch.

“johnny..” you breathe out, placing a hand on his chest. “yeah, baby?” you stare down at him before smirking. “don’t start something you won’t be able to finish.” he scoffs. “me? funny.” he flips you over making you shriek.

he pins your hands above your head and starts grinding his lips into your clothed pussy. “i guess i will start something that i can finish.” he attacks your neck with soft kisses making you yelp.

his lips trail up to yours and they connect, fighting for dominance. meanwhile his hands yank and pull at your sweats.

you feel him smirk when feeling your damp panties. “fuck,” he pulls away and looks down at his glistening fingers. “so wet for me.” he says before looking up at you. “yeah— so, fuck me already.” you say in a greedy way.

vivian runs to the front door where her dad and step-mom waited at and turns back to the car you, johnny and the nine-month old sat in.

“bye, mommy! bye, daddy! bye, see-un!” she waves to the car and johnny waves back before blowing a kiss and driving off.

vivian’s dad leads her and her step-mom inside before lecturing vivian about how she addressed johnny.

“he’s not your dad, vivian. i’m your dad.” vivian tries her best to hide her frown. “but..” the man shakes his head. “lexi didn’t like how you addressed him either, so i want you to apologize for making her uncomfortable.” vivian turns to her step-mom.

“lexi, im sorry for—?” vivian is stopped mid-way of her apology. “she’s your mom, vivian. you will address her as your mom.” vivians eyes grow watery and red at her dads tone and at the vicious look lexi gave her.

“okay,” she whimpers, wiping her eyes really quickly and looking back up at lexi who still had her arms crossed. “i’m sorry.. m.. mommy.” she stammers. “for?” her dad asks and her chin quivers. “for making you.. not feel good.” lexi sighs and takes vivian into her arms.

“it’s okay. just don’t do it, again.” lexi kisses her forehead and pats vivian off to go play with her step-siblings.

vivian went home the next morning after having her dad call you up.

“bye, vivian! i love you!” her dad shouts and vivian doesn’t reply. she doesn’t do anything. she’s upset with him. “vivian! sweetheart! daddy loves you!” her dad shouts again but she continues walking with her brown teddy bear.

johnny grins and picks up the four-year old. “hi, princess. what’s with the long face?” vivian frowns and her eyes are quick to become watery. “you wanna talk about it in the car?” she doesn’t do anything but start crying.

johnny looks back at the house to see her dad standing with his hands glued to his hips and her step-mom leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed.

“it’s okay, princess.” johnny assured her and wipes her tears before putting her in the car and driving off. “vivi, wanna tell mommy and daddy what’s wrong?” you ask her after asking johnny why she was upset.

she lets go. her cries filling up the car as she remembers her dads tone and mean words. “daddy said i can’t call daddy suh, daddy anymore. he said, he said that daddy suh wasn’t my dad and that i shouldn’t call daddy suh my daddy. he said lexi was mad at me for calling daddy suh, daddy, and said i have to apologize to her because i made her mad. i didn’t mean to make her mad. and, then daddy made me call her mommy and then, and then?!” she lets it all out at once before balling her eyes out again.

her cries make the nine-month old, who sat next to her, start balling his eyes out too.

“oh, lord.” you sigh and johnny squeezes your hand. “mommy will talk to your daddy. i will yell at him for you, okay?” she doesn’t answer but cry.

before you can even call the fucking twat that made your daughter cry for hours, you get a call from his mother.

“how dare you mentally and emotionally abuse my baby girl into calling your new husband her dad?! you’re a sick mother! if you think you can abuse my grand-daughter in that way, you can burn in hell and you can hand your daughter over to my son.”

blah, blah, blah.

it went on and on. the phone call was two hours long just of her and your ex-husband screaming at you.

“talk to the mother of vivian like that again and you’ll never see vivian ever again.” johnny says before hanging up.

he lifts your chin up with his two fingers and sees your stressed out face. “i’m sorry, baby.” you lick your lips and shrug. “if me and him can’t talk this out, one on one, without his mom— i’m taking vivian away from him and we’ll be moving out of this country.” johnny soft laughs.

“that’s a plan then.” he confirms.

you went over to his house the next day and his mother was there. by his side. along with his wife.

“nope. if we cannot have this conversation between the two of us then i will not have this conversation at all.” you say, standing in front of their house.

“these are my witnesses in case you get violent.” your eyebrows pinch together. “violent? i’m not a violent person. throughout our marriage, i had never don’t anything violent?”

his mother scoffs. “you, not violent?! as if, y/n. you abused my baby girl and lied saying she fell on the playground stairs. don’t stand there and lie about you not being a violent person.” her voice grows louder each sentence.

“yeah, okay. clearly this is a three on one so, i’m not gonna have this conversation at all. min-yho, if you want to see your daughter again. you will have this conversation just between the two of us. if we can’t have this conversation just between the two of us then you will not see your daughter ever again. have a good day, you three.” you turn to leave.

“bitch, if you were standing here right in front of me, i’d strangle the hell out of you!” his mother shouts and you shake your head. “didn’t you just accuse me of being violent? right, hypothetical much?” you say climbing into your car and driving off.

you and your ex-husband never had that conversation so, you contacted the court and asked for full custody.

you won.

you won and took your family to another country to have a fresh start. and vivian has never been happier with her new little family.

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