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berriesandjunnie · 2 years

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❝ in your dna ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis there’s no doubt about it, she’s his daughter - no matter what. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / idol!jeonghan / parent!au + parent!seventeen again / father hannie crying sounds ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing jeonghan x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 2.0k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note requested by @shuajeong! same timeline as ‘some things never change’ (lee chan)

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“Hannie...” you sighed as your eyes fell on the two Yoons, “look at the state of you both.”

Jeonghan looked between you and your daughter, who was coated in numerous colours of paint that had smudged on her skin and clothes. Your partner was no better, with some smudges of paint on his face and his hands no longer the colour of his skin - even his blue denim jeans had some green paint smeared on them. He flashed you a small, mischievous smile.

“It was her idea.” Jeonghan was quick to blame your six-year-old daughter, who stared at him in disbelief. You knew damn well that she wanted to see the rest of Miniteen - the group name dedicated to Seventeen’s children - today.

“We’re supposed to be meeting the others at the park soon…” You puffed your cheeks at Jeonghan’s antics, to which he shrugged. You herded Heeyoung to the bathroom, careful that she didn’t rub acrylic paint on any of the furniture or walls as she passed by them. Heeyoung was smart to strip off her clothes while you ran her a bath, mumbling an apology for the mess her and her father had made.

You couldn’t fault the young child for owning up to consequences and taking responsibility but you knew majority of it came from her troublemaker father. Part of you hoped that Jeonghan could remove the paint from his skin before his company murdered you. You washed Heeyoung somewhat, raising a brow in amusement when the six-year-old demanded you let her do it. She’d matured well, establishing independence that you assume she got from school - it certainly wasn’t from Jeonghan.

“Is Daddy in trouble?” She asked quietly amongst the splashing of water as she cleaned. You raised your head from where you was typing in Seventeen’s group chat, looking over at her with risen brows. He definitely would be if he was the culprit of the mess, although you assumed he’d be running to the hills by now to avoid your wraith.

“No, of course not,” you reassured your daughter with a smile as she nodded, “now c’mon, I’ve already had to tell your uncles we’ll be late.”

Jeonghan wasn’t left with any stains on his skin other than the thin line of paint down the sides of his nails that he couldn’t seem to scratch clean. In honesty, he seemed frustrated with that and you took that as a hint he’d learnt his lesson today. Heeyoung didn’t blink an eyelid in your direction once she was with the rest of Seventeen’s kids, making you click your tongue.

“Replaced so easily.” You sighed jokingly and Jeonghan chuckled from where he stood behind the bench you sat on, his hands on your shoulders as you both watched your daughter play.

“Mina doesn’t even respond to Joshua so don’t worry,” Mingyu quipped from beside you where he held a newborn in his arms timidly, “he’s badly hurt by it. He can’t stop pouting.”

Your eyes found the American on another bench and honestly you were surprised Jeonghan wasn’t with him, conversing about small things - or teasing him, one or the other. He was on the phone, appearing a little distraught as he most likely told his partner that Mina had abandoned him to live an idol life with Miniteen. Amused, you looked back at the kids to see Heeyoung doing what she does best - trouble making.

Moving to interject, Jeonghan pressed some weight to your shoulders to seat you back down. You pursed your lips, staring up at the male and awaiting his excuse.

“She didn’t start that,” he stated and he rolled his eyes as your face turned doubtful, “I pinky promise.”

“You’re always covering for her when she’s being mischievous,” Jeonghan’s face faltered momentarily at your words, “it’s always someone else, never Heeyoung.”

Mingyu snorted, glancing between the two of you as Jeonghan was silent, clearly wracking up his next excuse.

“Fuck you caught me.” He mumbled and you rolled your eyes, pulling him down by his shirt for a kiss.

“I’m not stupid,” you taunted, “it’s in your dna to be a trouble maker.”

As offended as Jeonghan looked, his mouth agape and staring at you, there was no doubt that he recognised you were correct about that. You were very much an opposite to Jeonghan, you were a mediator a lot like Seungcheol and Jihoon where as Jeonghan loved to cause trouble. He was just pure mischief in a human body and unfortunately even though your daughter was barely grasping at the ropes, she was definitely her father’s daughter. You’d even had a few joking complaints from the others once about her mischievous ways.

Part of you hoped she’d grow out of it by the time she starts high school but you weren’t holding your breath.

“Daddy!” Heeyoung yelled from the grass, causing Jeonghan and yourself to look over in a gradual panic that she’d injured herself - or someone else. However she was just waving her hand to Jeonghan, beckoning her father over.

Jeonghan glanced at you and you shrugged, smiling as you sipped your bottle of water. He left you, trekking across the grass to the small dark-haired girl.

“What’s wrong?” Jeonghan hummed, crouching beside her, “did you hurt yourself?”

Heeyoung shook her head and to Jeonghan, it made her look a splitting image of you. Ever since Heeyoung was born, he’d reminded you day in and day out that he believed she was a mirror of you, a small version of the person he loved and adored most in the whole world. He was hellbent on it, even as you sit and deny it, claiming she was a hundred percent all Jeonghan.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t see a small resemblance though. She had your eye colour and although her hair colour matched yours, it also matched Jeonghan’s natural hair colour at the roots. Heeyoung didn’t understand that, especially since Daddy was always changing hair colours for his job. She loved that.

The small girl wrapped her arms around her father’s neck, tucking herself into his body as she hugged him. Jeonghan was slightly startled, Heeyoung was usually only very tomboy-ish with him - hence the paint incident. It was highly recognised that she was a lot more affectionate to you, her mother, for whatever reason.

With a tiny stinging feeling in his eyes, he wrapped his arms around his daughter, holding her as close as he physically could yet also as gentle as possible. He treated her as if she was porcelain, about to break at any moment. He couldn’t lose the two of you, Jeonghan was sure of it. He’d bubblewrap you both if he had the option just to make sure. Pressing his lips to her head with a shaky breath, Jeonghan pulled away from his daughter and released her, watching as she dashed off to Mina - Joshua’s daughter.

Jeonghan barely held it together by the time he got back to you, collapsing on the bench beside you as he covered his face with his hand, letting out a barely audible choked sob. You smiled weakly, holding your phone in one hand and grasping his spare hand in the other. You squeezed his hand, resting your head on his shaking shoulder.

“She hugged me, Baby,” he whispered with a little croak as he sniffled, resting his head on yours, “ah fuck.”

He wiped his eyes carefully, shaking his head a little as he let out an airy laugh. How could he appear so pathetic to his partner over a hug? Yet it had meant so much to him. Heeyoung was all over her father as a baby and a toddler, yet now she was aging she was drifting with her affection. She’d give him a kiss when he left for work or before she left for school but barely any more than that.

One night the two of you had figured Heeyoung was old enough now to realise her father was away a lot and it probably upset her. You both laid in bed, cuddled close as you discussed the topic. Jeonghan went away on a world tour not long after Heeyoung turned three and even so young, she’d managed to grasp at a grudge to her father with no true understanding of why he’d suddenly leave her and Mommy alone.

“Maybe she’s realising something,” you murmured as you kissed his cheek, stained with tears, “Daddy’s job is very important but he does it for us.”

You wouldn’t voice it to Jeonghan in the moment but earlier that day Heeyoung had cried in the bath while you cleaned her. She bawled at the thought of her father going away, sobbing out “I don’t want Daddy to go again.” She’d understand eventually, you thought but there was no harm in introducing the idea to her now. So you explained that Daddy worked hard for you and her, that he never went away with malice or the intention to upset her. He wanted to make her proud and that his job was very important so that Heeyoung could still get all the fancy paints Santa would bring her at Christmas. Watching the hug with Jeonghan, you’d figured she’d come to grasps with the explanation you’d given her.

The usually smug man sniffled once more, planting a kiss on your forehead with an exhale. The two of you continued to watch as Heeyoung played with mainly the older children of Miniteen - Soonyoung’s eldest son, Joshua’s daughter, Mingyu’s twins and Chan’s daughter. Despite their differences, Heeyoung was obsessed with Mina. Joshua and his partner raised Mina like a princess - of course so did Jeonghan and yourself but Joshua already treated his partner like royalty, there was no way the two of you could out-do them. Not only that but Mina was bilingual from the get go with Joshua constantly fluctuating between English and Korean even if it was unintentional. She was girly to an extent, she loved to bake and style her mother’s hair and she loved animals.

Heeyoung held a very tomboy aura, thanks to her trouble maker genes. She loved mess and because of it, she also loved gardening. Heeyoung had no issues with getting dirty and that’s why she loved art so much. Jeonghan and yourself not so much, there’s only so much glitter you could find around the house before you went insane.

“We’ll order takeaway tonight,” Jeonghan yawned, wrapping an arm around you as he pulled you into his side, “then we can nap.”

“You and your naps,” you commented, doodling patterns with your finger onto the back of Jeonghan’s hand, “okay. Heeyoung will be pleased with that.”

“Of course,” he scoffed playfully, “if she’s as much like me as you claim, that is.”

“Heeyoung, time for bed.” You called out into the living room where you knew the girl was sat with crayons and paper. There was some shuffling, followed by the soft padding of bare feet on the apartment’s vinyl floor as she approached where yourself and Jeonghan stood at her bedroom door.

“I’ll finish my drawing tomorrow.” She stated boldly as if either of you was going to doubt her or her art. Jeonghan raised a brow, watching as his daughter toddled into her bedroom already dressed in her pajamas. You smiled at him, following her in to tuck her in.

Heeyoung’s room was a pastel green to match her love for the outdoors, which brought up a few comments from other children when they visited that promptly lead to you or Jeonghan giving a lecture that colours don’t have genders. Heeyoung climbed under her duvet, her deer-like eyes staring up at you expectantly. Jeonghan approached, singing softly one of the songs you recognised to be from his group - Habit.

Those wide eyes began to close slowly, her long eyelashes fluttering shut to her father’s soothing voice. Before she was born, you’d appreciate the moments that Jeonghan sang to you too.

“Goodnight Mommy,” she whispered out barely as she drifted, “goodnight Daddy.”

A smile crawled across Jeonghan’s face, his arm snaking around your waist as the two of you stood over her sleeping form. Jeonghan leaned down, pressing his lips to yours as you embraced the day that had just passed, excitedly waiting for the adventures tomorrow would bring.

#cafeshuaaa #seventeen fluff #seventeen #seventeen fanfic #yoon jeonghan #seventeen jeonghan #svt imagines #svt x reader #svt fanfic #svt jeonghan #svt fluff #idol!au #parents!au

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green-ajah-aes-sedai · 1 year

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Rip Wheeler x Beth Dutton

Parents AU

For @hcllfirexxandxxhclywater

#rip wheeler #beth dutton #beth wheeler #rip x beth #beth x rip #au edits #au edit #parents!au #yellowstone moodboard #yellowstone aesthetic #yellowstone edit #yellowstone #my edits #requests

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rec-review8890 · 2 years

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Suga | Parents!au RECs

(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst ,

(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Dribble ,

(💜) ~ Personal Favorite

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Title: Us, Plus Two 🐑🗒💜

Author: @deathbyyoongi

Summary: Also pregnancy!au (reader is pregnant). This is so adorable and it was such a cute read!

↳ “You and Yoongi sharing a moment, relishing in the glow of your growing family when your daughter has a nightmare, and Yoongi has to take care of those pesky monsters.”

Title: Vegas, Series 💦🐑👊📝

Author: @plumxwrites (Ao3)

Summary: Ongoing. Technically a series of one-shots, but it’s very cute and there kinda all connected.

↳ “Dating Yoongi as an Idol used to be easy, and effortless, like pouring you two a glass of wine after one of his shows… However, after the birth of your surprise baby girl, those effortless days have gotten a little harder, you being unable to travel with your daughter. After one lucky doctor’s appointment though, things seem to shape up…”

Title: A Quiet Morning 🐑📝

Author: @foxymoxy (Ao3)

Summary: Ongoing. Domestic!au one-shot series.

↳ “Snapshots of domestic life as you and your husband Yoongi settle into your life together and then disrupt it to grow your family. No overarching plot or purpose here, just a collection of connected one shots that will update as things come to me.”

Title: Recollections 👊🗒

Author: @Beingsuneone (Ao3)

Summary: Also rocky marriage!au.

↳ “Perfect doesn’t last forever, that much you’ve learned. Your ‘perfect’ marriage has turned into the hardest and most frustrating thing in your life. You’ve both lost who you are. There’s a lot that needs to be worked out.”

Title: The One With Bows 🐑🗒

Author: @yoon2k

Summary: This focuses more on the daughter and Yoongi, instead of Yoongi and reader, but it’s still very cute and all about that parent/domestic!au.

↳ “Yoongi’s hair is getting too long, and he’s constantly having to push it out of his face. Luckily, his daughter just bought a new set of hair ties from Claire’s and is dying to use them”

#yoongi #suga #yoongi bts #suga bts #bts #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #parents!au #domestic!au #marriage!au #dad!yoongi x reader #parent!yoongi x reader #parent!suga x reader #parents yoongi #lot of fluff stories #one angst #fic recs #bts recs

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flashwaves · 1 year

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twins — rowan “ro” cameron byers & dylan levi byers <3

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birdie clementine byers & melanie “melon” dara byers & elizabeth “lizzie” elodie byers <3

#byergrove #flashwaves #parents!au #omega!billy #alpha!jon #i’ve been rotating in my head an au w famous photographer jon and his trophy by choice omega billy <33 #and ofc they have kids….#(i used mostly jon’s build yes lmao they mostly have his vibe. except melon)#(and dylan)#(but ESPECIALLY birdie. she’s a mini jonathan)

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artkaninchenbau · 4 months

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Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

#My art #One Piece #Nico Robin #Sir Crocodile #Y'all the OP brainrot is BAD #According to an SBS Crocodile would absolutely spoil his child rotten if he had one. *We all know how Robin's childhood went*#Scary mofo who does not know how to parent a child but boy does he have the spirit + Child who has never had proper parent in her life #They'd make. An absolute disaster of a duo. This AU concept is so fucking funny to me okay #But also sad because I would fucking die for baby Robin she deserves the fucking world #This poor girl has never been spoiled in her entire life AND NOW PAPADILE IS HERE TO SPOIL HER #You know it's funny. I know 11 yo Robin should LOOK older than 8 year old Robin. But Crocodile is a fucking giant so she's still baby sized #Also I just had too much fun drawing Robin looking as pathetic as humanly possible lmao #She's a like a wet kitten in the rain 😭

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camilleflyingrotten · 15 days

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ABANDONED CREATURE(s)

TODAY

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #finally the parent AU everybody wanted #no #no one asked for this #and no one will like this #and that’s okay #I just thought I was funny #tamagotchi #archibald #procreate #digital art #my art

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yudamori-art · 4 months

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kwan's got the spirit he's just a little confused i promise im normal about this show (not)

#my art #art #dannyphantom #dash baxter #comic #au where dash finds out really early #parents would kill you if they knew what you were? he can relate #still stuffs him in lockers tho #danny fenton #kwan

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cesiscribbles · 11 days

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Astra the little duckie~

#my art #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable parents #mystery baby #Astra #I swear it was supposed to be just one little comic #but now this AU is goin places asdkasdasajdfhlaksdhjf

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spicy-apple-pie · 1 month

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In his commitment to the bit of being Bruce's problem child, Jason has accidental outed Bruce as Batman to his son.

Prev / Index / Next

Commission Info / Kofi

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juniperarts · 2 months

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Someone give this kid good parental figures PLEASE 😭

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deadsetobsessions · 3 months

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Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.3

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.4][Pt.5][Pt.6][Pt.7]

“Aquaman.” Batman swept into the room, beelining straight for the suddenly apprehensive Atlantean king.

“Batman. What can I do for you?”

“Phantom. Does he pay taxes?”

“Pardon?”

Batman makes a low noise that had Aquaman’s danger senses buzzing.

“Does Phantom have to pay taxes. Towards Atlantis.”

“No…? Why?”

“He wanted money, in exchange for… information, of a delicate sort,” Batman said, diplomatically avoiding the topic of Phantom bargaining for the identities of corpses in exchange for a measly $100 dollars per identity. Like a flea market dealer, that one was.

“You encountered Phantom again?” Aquaman perked up.

“Yes. Gotham’s bay is… polluted.” Batman paused. “With victims. Of murder.”

The entire area quieted as heads turned towards the Dark Knight.

“Yes, I am… distantly aware of Gotham’s waters.” By that, Aquaman gets green around the gills whenever he turns his awareness in that direction. There’s a reason he doesn’t enter Gotham, and the Dark Knight’s ban is only half of that reason. “Ah, but you’re correct. For what purpose would Phantom need mortal currency?”

“Hn.”

“Maybe he needs some stuff?” Flash zipped to a stop next to Batman, feet tapping as he dug into the pile of snacks cradled in his arms. “Us mortals are always coming up with new things, maybe he wants to try some games or something?”

Batman tilted his head down, seriously considering Flash’s suggestion. “It’s plausible.”

“Barry, Barry, Barry. He’s old as hell, right? He probably wants to try the new booze!”

“Hal, my man!” Flash fist bumped Green Lantern, who came up. “You’re back! What happened to John?”

“Dunno. He got called somewhere that way,” Green Lantern waved a vague hand towards the left. “Had to deal with a politician or something from that area.” He shrugged, swinging an arm over Barry’s shoulders to put him in a headlock and stealing a chip.

“Huh. Anyways, would our mortal alcohol even work on a demi-god or something?”

“We should ask!” Hal turned towards Batman. “You should ask if he wants to go for a drink, spooky!”

“He’s a child.”

“He’s been around for more than a millennia, Bats.”

“Informational gathering, right, Hal?” Flashgot out of the headlock, quickly munching on his snacks to stop Green Lantern from stealing them.

“Totally. Yup.”

“…Fine.”

“Wait, are we just gonna ignore that Gotham’s waters are full of bodies?”

“Yes.”

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“What?” Danny asked, mind half on the bags he’s dragging out of the water and the other half on the essay he has to submit in about four hours.

“Green Lantern wanted to invite you out for a drink.”

Danny turned to the stoic Gotham knight, who had his wrist computer out to log the bodies’ info the moment Danny gave him the information. Some of them even told Danny who murdered them, so Batman could start building cases with solid leads.

Danny’s only twenty. He’s not legal yet but he doesn’t want to give any clues to who he is. How is he supposed to…

Ah!

“Can’t.” Danny shrugged. “I’m not legal. I died when I was fourteen so…” Danny trailed off, speechless at the drowned puppy face Batman was giving him. What the fuck.

“Anyways, fork over my payment.”

Batman wordlessly hands him a wad of hundreds.

“What do you need cash for?” Batman suddenly asked.

“Huh? Isn’t it obvious?” Danny tucked it in. “Material things, obviously. I need a blanket,” because holy shit, Gotham is damn cold this time of year. “Anyways, see you same time next week, litterer.”

“I don’t litter.”

“Tell that to the batarangs I found under the water,” Danny grumbled. “But I’ll stop calling you that if you get a signature from Poison Ivy. I have a friend who loves her.”

“An alive friend?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy?”

Danny snickered and disappeared. He’s gotta cram that essay.

——

“There’s a possibility Phantom might be homeless.”

“Batman, I mean this in the nicest way, but for the love of Atlantis, please stop giving me headaches. It’s time like these I wish I stayed a lighthouse keeper.”

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berriesandjunnie · 2 years

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❝ prove me wrong ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis one last chance, that’s all you gave him to prove you wrong. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / idol!au / parents!au / seungcheol being a father ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing seungcheol x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 1.7k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note requested by 🎈anon! this is the sister fanfiction to: fractured parenting

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He meant what he said, didn’t he? When he begged quietly on the floor of their dance studio all those weeks ago now for you to give him another chance - he meant it? Doubtfully, you kept asking yourself that whenever you’d see him in your apartment when you woke up, especially since he was determined to sleep on the couch until you had more faith in him. He’d just tell Chanyeol that Mommy is a rough sleeper so he’s going to get you medicine to help you sleep better so you can sleep together again. He came up with excuses so quick.

Yet every time you watched him around the apartment, it was as if you’d gone back in time to before Chanyeol was born, save for the screaming child and his loud toys in your ears every waking second. He was proving you wrong in the weirdest of ways. You would discover that today as you headed to the kitchen, a cold causing your body to hurt in every way as it stuffed your nose and gave you a dry throat. Your head was in your phone, responding to Joshua’s message about Ji-ah’s floral shop which cracked a small smile on your face as you passed the message onto Ji-ah. Someone cleared their throat and you raised your head slowly, standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

Seungcheol had an apron wrapped around his body, standing over the oven as he cooked breakfast. He flashed a smile at you, just like he always would and suddenly you felt heat rising to your cheeks as you pressed send on your message to Ji-ah.

“Anything interesting happening?” He rose his brow as you watched him cook from a distance. You sniffled, shaking your head.

“Just talking to Joshua about Ji-ah’s shop, like he wanted to,” you hummed, trying to flatten your hair a little with your hands, “you don’t have to cook, you know?”

“Is there a problem with my cooking?” Seungcheol teased and you shook your head quickly, “besides, you’ve got a cold - go take some medicine.”

Seungcheol had been back in your apartment approximately a week now and the two of you were still adjusting to reintegrating back into society as the married couple you should have been years ago. Neither of you could drag out a pet name, nor stand too close to each other yet. Unfortunately, Chanyeol isn’t a stupid child - something along with his looks, you say he gets from his father - and he knows the two of you are off. Mommy and Daddy should be hugging, right? Every time he mentions how distant to of you seem, you’re forced to stand just a little closer. Thankfully your cold gave you plenty of excuses and it also kept Chanyeol away for long periods of time.

You shuffled away from the kitchen, where the man who caused you so much grief and pain was cooking breakfast as if things never happened, taking your shuffling body to the bathroom where you kept the medicine cabinet. Yet again you tried to inhale through your blocked nose and scowled when it caused you difficulty in breathing.

Due to you being so ill, Seungcheol took the gratifying moments to wake your son up, serve him breakfast and take him to school. As a headache began to pound at your skull, you was more than thankful that you didn’t have to face the other mothers at Chanyeol’s school but you wish you could see their faces when Seungcheol appears with him instead - most likely blurting out to the other kids “Mommy isn’t feeling well!”

You were curled up in a foetal position underneath mountains of blankets by the time Seungcheol had walked back to the apartment. He shrugged off his winter coat in the entry way, shuffling his sneakers off before he rounded the corner and found you in your current state. He rose a brow, considering he was sweating from how warm the apartment was and yet, you seemed to feel the opposite.

“Did you take any medicine?” He mumbled as he approached you, much to your dismay since you didn’t want to make him sick. You watched sleepily as he crouched in front of you, placing the back of his hand against your forehead and scowling, “you’re so hot.”

“But it’s so cold,” You whispered barely, exhaling through your mouth as you closed your eyes, “haven’t you got a schedule today? I don’t want you to get this cold too.”

“I’ll be fine, it’s this afternoon. Here, I’ll make you a hot drink.” He raised to his feet, promptly leaving you as you unburied yourself in the blankets a little. Seungcheol was right, you were feeling incredibly hot and yet at the same time, it was as if the apartment didn’t have the heating on. You wanted to curse at him for wasting time running around the apartment for you but alas there was too little energy in your body for any attitude.

He returned with your favourite mug - that he remembered distinctly being your favourite mug because Junhui brought you it from China as a wedding gift and you cherished it - which was steaming from the brim as he sat carefully on the couch beside your legs, to which he was surprised he could even find underneath the piles of blankets but the last thing he wanted was to sit on you. You shuffled so you could sit up a little, taking the mug carefully from his hands. The gesture of him even remembering your favourite mug made you keel over mentally for him, thankful for his existence once more even if you wouldn’t say it to his face.

Seungcheol’s eyes scanned your face as you took a sip. Your hair wasn’t brushed, leaving it like an unkept nest on your head despite your attempts to flatten it with your hands and you had dark circles under your eyes from a lack of sleep as you let the steam from the mug clear your nose somewhat. He held back the smile he felt at just seeing you so close again - and even more so, so vulnerable.

“Why are you doing this?” You suddenly questioned to the man and he chuckled, leaning to grab the TV remote and press the ‘on’ button so the room was no longer silent.

“Because you’re my wife and the mother to my child and you are ill,” he stated so bluntly, making you almost choke on the hot coffee in your mouth, “and I know you still doubt me - so I’m proving you wrong.”

You stayed silent, sipping the coffee as if the conversation hadn’t happened yet it had in fact happened and there was no running away from the fact that Seungcheol was a changed man from the one who split from you all of those years ago, leaving you with a newborn son. It was like he’d accepted his role as a father and a husband, prioritising you in that moment despite the fact he had work later that day. You exhaled once more.

“Is it working?” Seungcheol taunted softly, brushing hair from your face. You scoffed gently, rolling your eyes as you fought back the smile his acts was creating on your face.

“Unfortunately.” You joked and he laughed, pressing his lips to your head before he stood up to make lunch.

The moment you felt better, you convinced yourself you had to make it up to Seungcheol for all of the things he did while you were ill. After a long shower that you knew you deserved, you sorted out the state of your room - convinced that he’d earned his spot back in your bed. However before you’d even let him step foot into the room, you were washing and hiding that hoodie of his you’d sleep with every night to cope with him not being with you anymore.

Although, your plan to hide the evidence didn’t last very long as strong arms suddenly wrapped around you, pulling him into your chest as you were about to put it in the wash basket. A head was placed on yours and suddenly your heart rate picked up, thudding on your rib cage.

“Did you miss me that much?” Seungcheol mumbled, the vibrations sounding through his chest and onto your back. Nervously, you let out a soft noise and nodded. He chuckled, placing a kiss on your head.

“It was the last thing I had that still smelled like you.” You admitted quietly, closing your eyes as Seungcheol’s hands rubbed your sides rhythmically. He hummed and you let the vibrations send you into a comforting trance.

“I promise I’m not going anywhere now.”

“Scoups, you said in an interview last week that you were busy with home life,” the MC spoke as he looked up from the flash card in his hand at the idol, “how come?”

The group turned to look at their leader, expectant that Seungcheol could form a quick enough lie for them to believe but at that period in time, he was done with lying. He just wanted to embrace the family that he had without them being a hidden secret.

“Well, my wife was ill with a cold so I had to take care of her and our son,” Seungcheol laughed a little, trying to ignore the surprised faces in the room who were unaware of his family, “I had to take him to school and help him with his homework. And then, when I put him to bed I’d go to dance practise.”

The MC stared in bewilderment, clearly not expecting an answer so bold and forward about a topic so secretive amongst the idol industry. He let out an anxious laugh.

“You have a son?” The MC asked, mainly to himself but Seungcheol and the rest of Seventeen nodded in sync as Mingyu quickly pulled out his phone, finding a photo to show the MC without the cameras catching it.

“Mhm, his name is Chanyeol - he’ll be five this August.” Nothing could stop the beam that covered Seungcheol’s face, flashing his bright teeth as the overwhelming joy of having his family back as a whole once more suffocated his body - and there wasn’t a single thing that was going to ruin it now.

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glow-in-the-dark-death · 4 months

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Talk (Silence)

Danny has gotten used to not having to watch what he said as the years went by.

In Amity everyone basically knew he was Phantom and just treated it as normal, and he had already told his parents what had happened,

They did a total 180 on their opinions, now chasing after ghosts to question them about everything they could squeeze out of them.

They were very proud of Danny too, often helping him with their technology.

Having said that he got used to not watching what he said in Amity, everyone knew so why bother right?

Unfortunately he was not in Amity

He was in Gotham visiting Jazz, who had moved for University.

They were currently in a cafe catching up, talking as their used to.

Not realizing that their conversation without context sounded very worrying.

Jazz: " So how are mod and dad?"

Danny: "Oh you know the usual, they're making new weapons, hopefully this time they wont target me, getting shot sucks, but I prefer it over getting electrocuted "

Jazz: " Good luck!"

(TOPC)The other people in the cafe: What the fuck

Danny: " Vlad keeps putting cameras in my room, so I went and confronted him about it again, I don't care that he's the mayor! "

Jazz: " He really needs some therapy"

Danny: " He's a fruitloop, he's beyond help"

TOPC: *concerned side eye*

Jazz: "You know I was a bit more worried about the criminals here, but honestly weak, I miss actual competent villains"

Danny: "I told you!"

TOPC not sure if they should be offended or wary of where they live

Jazz: " You know I kinda miss the food back home"

Danny: "What that it would come back to life and fight you to the death?"

Jazz: " I mean that too, but I was talking about the taste"

Danny: " Oh yes the chemically contaminated food really has some extra flavor compared to this" *gestures at his plate*

Danny: " I went to the park to play with Cujo and got kidnapped and they almost cut me in half"

Danny/Jazz: "Typical Friday!"

TOPC recording on their phones to make sure they're not hallucinating, someone is live tweeting.

Just an Idea

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The bats had no idea what they were looking at. A very large vehicle that looked like it shouldn’t possibly be able to run was speeding around Gotham in no particular order. Almost as if it was looking for something. It took all of the bats over an hour to chase it down and contain it to question the driver.

A man with black hair and blue eyes that remind Bruce of his late father looks out the window, and says, “We’re looking for our son.”

A woman in the passenger seat that looks like Bruce’s mother adds, “The self sacrificial idiot jumped through a portal into another dimension trying to save a cat.”

The man nodded along, “It’s not really a cat though.”

“Well, what is it?” Tim asked, genuinely confused.

“It’s the alternate version of our son from a timeline where he went evil.” The woman responds.

“But don’t worry, he’s not evil anymore!” The man grins.

Bruce had questions. “But why would your son be a cat?”

“Because our daughter—the girl cloned from the current version of our son, that is—decided to shapeshift into a dog and chase him through the multiverse.” The man replied.

“So our other daughter, the older one, she decided to alert us, but she couldn’t wait, so now she shapeshifted ito a bird to try and catch them that way.” The woman continued.

“Are all of your children shapeshifters?” Bruce asked.

“Yep.” The man said proudly.

“Are you?” Bruce asked.

“It’s complicated.” The woman shrugged, “Using the GAV is faster.”

Bruce was very thankful that the cowl covered most of his face. Everything the people said just made his brain hurt worse.

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dcxdpdabbles · 4 months

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DCxDP fanfic idea: Big Fish in Gotham Pond

Based off of @saphushia art found here. . I just loved the idea of Tucker not knowing his skill level because he grew up in the boonies

Tucker gets scouted by Wayne Enterprises after he fixes a kid's computer game while in Gotham visiting Danny.

See, Tucker always known he is passable at tech- one has to be when a technology theme ghost is consistently harassing one's best friend- but to be good at something in a small town like Amity Park didn't mean much .

It's a big fish in a small pound sort of deal. That's why he's never put much thought into it. If Tucker were ever to rank himself in terms of school grades, he would say his computer skills were about a C-.

B+ if it was just coding.

His parents also don't think much of his obsession with his PDA or phones. They thought he waste too many hours on them like the rest of his generation.

It didn't matter that Tucker's technology was about five or more years behind his classmates.

The Foley were hard-working people who barely scraped enough for bills. They were never below the property line, but they danced on it often enough that Tucker knew never to ask for unnecessary purchases.

For as long as he could remember, his parents have always worked long and hard hours. He never blamed them for missing so much of his childhood, in fact he was grateful that they worked so hard to keep the roof over his head, but he did miss them.

That's why Danny's house became a haven for him. He was always at the Fenton's place because the loud, wacky family was much better company than the home silence.

Tucker knew that his family's financial situation didn't change how Danny or Sam viewed him. They had his back through tick and thin just as he did for them, but as they got closer to graduation the difference between them became jarring.

Sam had easy picking of what she wanted to do and where she wanted to go. Her parents were so overjoyed that she wanted to go to a university that they didn't even argue about her wishing to major in botanical biochemistry.

She had started house hunting in Star City midway through senior year. Her parents would gift it to her as a graduation present. Sam would live there for the next eight years to finish her degree.

Danny's parents, while somewhat eccentric, were also certified geniuses. Between the two of them, they had five PHDs and were often freelancing for companies when not doing ghost research. They too could send their two kids to college States away with housing not being a issue.

Jazz went to Metropolis to study Physiology. She lived in a small apartment but was doing well off her scholarships and parent's funding. Last he heard, she had a part-time job at the Daily Planet as a research assistant to gain some independence.

Danny wanted to go to Gotham for their engineering program. He, too, had an apartment of his own, with scholarships and equal funding from his parents. He also worked at Wayne Enterprises, but he was a receptionist. He hoped that once he graduated, he could apply for their engineering program

Not Tucker. His family could only help him get into Community College near Amity. He also couldn't afford to move out so he stayed with them, picking up a part time job to help out when he could.

Tucker is a first-generation college student so even though it wasn't much, he loved to see how his parents glowed when telling others their boy was futhering his education. He wanted to do something that paid well- and after years of patching up Danny- he figured nursing would do the trick.

Tucker would do all his basics in the community College, take a break to save up some money and then move on to the bigger schools.

The day of the graduation felt bittersweet. Team Phantom was finally adults, finally starting out in the real world, but while Danny and Sam moved on to bigger and better things, Tucker knew he would be left behind in little no-where Amity Park.

He never brought it up, but he felt a small dosage of envy the last day of summer before his friends finished packing and left.

Despite both being gone, Tucker had little to no social life even though they called, texted, and emailed often. His days blurred between class, work, and home. Even then, classes were long and tedious, work often ending with one or more customers screaming in his face to try and get free food.

His parents quickly started to nag that he should find a wife as they had married young. They couldn't figure out why he didn't want the same, even though he had no social life again.

Life became dull.

Tucker's only sparks of joy were playing online with Danny and Sam - when they found the time to log in or re-coding his old tech to try and salvage it whenever it broke down.

Soon, it became apparent that Tucker was slowly lacking motivation when he started skipping classes to sleep in and started feeling anxious when he needed to clock in for shifts.

It leads to him barely getting out of bed.

He felt horrible about it, thinking his parents sacrificed so much for him only to have him throw away the opportunities they gave him, and the cycle of not being able to get out of bed would start all over again.

It was Danny who caught on, and all but begged Tucker to come to Gotham for a weekend. He even sent money over for the plane ticket.

Tucker couldn't have gotten on that plane fast enough. He arrived early on Friday since the tickets were cheaper- and Uber over to WE headquarters to pick up Danny's keys as they agreed.

That way, Tucker could sleep and rest in the apartment while Danny worked.

Danny would finish his shift and have the weekend plus Monday and Tuesday off to spend with Tucker. When he arrived, Danny was helping a school check in for a field trip, so Tucker sat down to wait.

Next to him, a kid was growling at his laptop, frankly typing and moving his fingers over the computer's touch mouse. Tucker accidentally glimpsed his screen when the kid started swearing in a different language.

It looked like a shooting game but his lag was bad. By the time the boy pressed the buttons to have his little drone move the other flying things he was chasing were flipping though the air and out of his shooting rage.

It sucked when that happened, and since he was using WE free wifi for guests, it was probably the game. The graphics were badass, though. Seemed almost real.

"Hey try updating the system" He tells the kid after seeing the boy once again lag so bad he missed his shot.

Green eyes swing to him drenched in rage. Which yeah, Tucker knows how frustrating that could be.

"Did I ask for your help!?" The boy snaps, his words lined with an upper-class accent. Made sense since he was wearing a Gotham Academy uniform like the rest of the large school group. "Why are you even looking this way, peasant?"

"No, sorry. I just noticed the lag." Tucker raised his hand, slightly amused at the peasant insult. "I thought I could fix it for you."

The boy's face spams, "You believe you have the ability?"

"Ugh sure? I can try?"

"Here. Be quick. The fate of this city's air defenses depend on it" the boy turns his lap top to him and Tucker blinks.

Okay. So fix the game. He can do that.

And he does, quickly opening the code, analyzing the control and commands , he gets it running properly in less then twenty minutes. The boy seems utterly shock but he quickly takes control of the game and shoots down all the escaping ninjas from the sky.

"Thank you." The boy says with no more tense in his shoulders. Then he closes his laptop and dissappears with the crowd of students.

Tucker thought the kid was a cute.

Danny hands him the keys not long after and he leaves.

Never was he aware of the Boy being Damian Wayne and that the game was not a game but a actual defensive drone system that was fighting off the League of Assassins.

He only finds out how important those two facts are when Danny gets a call from Tim Drake asking if he could pass along Tucker's information because the CEO wanted him on staff as soon as possible..

Both nineteen-year-olds lost their minds after getting the call, screaming at each other in ghost shrieks of glee. They called Sam to let her know- and have her lawyers look over the contact Tim Drake sent just to make sure it wasn't a big-time company trying to screw him over.

He went to an interview three days later. He faced Tim Drake, the current seventeen-year-old CEO, Leo Noir, the current head of HR, and Jessica War, the current head of computer services. They asked him many questions about himself- some of which he felt he had answered terribly- then had him take a computer test.

Tucker thought it was busy work, so he quickly breezed through it. He fixed the problem in many of the coding for various programs, adding his flare to the final product, and after thanking them for their time, went out into the lobby.

He hadn't even reached the door before Jesssica ran after him, offering him the job. Apparently, the first two problems they had him do was the busy work. Tucker had thought they were the ones to let him get comfortable with the coding program.

Like a tutorial in video games.

The other seven were actual issues; many of their latest cellphone products failed. Tucker had solved them in an hour, which had taken the actual team of coders about a month.

"Nitey one dollar and thirty-five cents an hour," Tim tells him tapping the hiring contact. "It would be eighty hours every paycheck. You can work here or at home. Full Benefits. What do you say?"

Tucker's jaw drops. "When do I start!?"

He calls his parents to tell them he will be staying in Gotham with Danny. He tries to explain what had happened but it was all so fast that he can only babble about certain parts.

They tell him not to worry about explaining because they understand how much this means to him.

His parents help pack everything for him and when he flies back for it they, offer him hugs and support. Tucker is so glad they aren't mad.

"I sort of knew it was coming," His dad laughs. "You and that Fenton boy have always been inseparable."

"I did the same thing, you know," His mom says, wiping tears from her eyes but smiling all the same. "I moved with your father states away with little to no plan when I turned twenty too. Drove your grandfather mad."

He loves them both so much. He promises to send money- disregarding their denials- and flies back to Gotham, where Danny has opened his apartment until he gets enough for his own place.

He plans on renting a house with three bedrooms, one for him, one for his office, and another for Danny, as soon as he can. He wants to pay his friend back for everything he did and Danny deserves a bigger living space.

And for once, he'll not have to worry about money!

For once, life is looking up!

(What Tucker is unaware of, is that his parents think he moved to the big city to be with his childhood best friend turned recent lover. They don't know that the money he is sending home is from his own payroll and not Danny's. They think he's a stay-at-home husband.

Tucker is also unaware that the Bats are closely watching him in case he goes rogue. They have been slowly "causally" running into him in the city and breaking into his place to check for supervillain activity.)

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Big Fish in Gotham Pond au #Tucker is unaware of his skills #The Bat's are keeping a eye on him #His parents think he dropped out to be gay in Gotham'#Danny is happy for his best friend #Sam is laughing silly in Star City #Tucker in his main character era #Is Danny in love with him? Who knows

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