#dad!johnny

summary: 1k. a soft, love-soaked moment between johnny kavanagh and you, while adjusting to life with your newborn baby <3

cw: fluff, new parents, johnny kavanagh is a softie, gentle intimacy, english is not my first language xx.

author’s note: i tried to replicate the tone from the original series even when english is not my mother tongue, don’t come for me!

currently playing: oh my angel

The first thing you become aware of is warmth.

Not the hospital blankets or the dull heat pulsing behind your tired eyes, but a deeper, living warmth — the kind that wraps around your heart before your mind fully wakes.

You blink slowly, the world taking a second to come into focus. The room is dim, quiet, the curtain drawn. A soft rustling sound pulls your attention to the side… and there he is.

Johnny Kavanagh, sitting in the armchair pulled right up to the bed, massive hands curled around the tiniest bundle you’ve ever seen.

Your baby.

Your breath catches, and even in the low light you see Johnny’s head snap up, his whole face breaking open into that bright, boyish grin he saves for very few people in the world.

“Hi, love,” he whispers, voice raspy from hours of not sleeping. “Look who’s awake.”

He shifts carefully, the little bundle rising with him, and moves toward the bed. He’s still in the clothes he wore during the birth — track pants and a soft hoodie — crumpled, stained, and clinging to him in a way that tells you he hasn’t left that chair for more than a minute.

You try to sit up, wincing slightly, but Johnny is already at your side, lowering himself onto the mattress and slipping an arm behind your shoulders to help.

“Easy,” he murmurs, kissing the side of your head. “You’ve done enough superhero work for one lifetime.”

You exhale a laugh, small but genuine. “Let me see him.”

Johnny’s grin grows impossibly wider. He shifts so that the baby rests between you both, tiny and impossibly peaceful in his father’s arms. Johnny looks down at him like he’s the most miraculous thing to ever happen — and to him, he probably is.

“He’s been sleeping like this the whole time,” he says quietly, brushing the softest thumb over the baby’s cheek. “Snoring too. Just like his mam.”

“Johnny!”

He laughs under his breath, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “I’m only joking. Kinda.”

The baby stirs, a small, wrinkled movement, and Johnny’s lips part in awe, like he can’t believe this is real. You watch him — the way his whole body softens, the gentle tightening of his arms, the tenderness in his eyes — and your chest swells so much it almost aches.

“You’re a natural,” you whisper.

His cheeks go a little pink. “I dunno about that. I’m afraid to breathe too hard.”

“You’re doing perfectly.”

He leans his forehead against yours, exhaling shakily. “I can’t stop looking at him.”

“I know.”

“I keep thinkin’… we made him,” he says, wonder thick in his voice. “Like… that’s actually our son. Our little lad.”

Your eyes burn, but in the warm, happy way. “He’s perfect.”

Johnny shifts, letting you take the baby in your arms. The moment the weight settles against your chest, everything else disappears — the soreness, the exhaustion, the hours of labour. His tiny fist uncurls against your skin, and you melt.

Johnny lies beside you, stretching out on the narrow hospital bed even though it’s too small for him, but he makes it work, sliding one arm under your shoulders so you’re leaning against him. He rests his chin on your hair.

“We’re a family now,” he whispers, almost like he’s afraid saying it too loudly will break the spell.

You turn your head slightly, pressing your lips to his jaw. “Yeah. We are.”

A soft knock on the door pulls you both from the quiet bubble you’ve been floating in.

Johnny straightens, sitting up a little. “That’ll be Mam and Da.”

A nervous excitement flashes across his face — the same look he gets before big matches, except softer, more personal.

“You ready?” he asks you gently.

You nod, adjusting the baby in your arms.

He opens the door, and Mrs. Kavanagh bursts in with watery eyes and a hand already pressed to her chest.

“Oh, Johnny,” she breathes, brushing past him with zero hesitation. “Oh, sweetheart, look at him!”

She comes to your side, eyes shining. “Love, may I hold him?”

“Of course,” you say, handing her the baby carefully.

She cradles him with practiced ease, rocking gently, tears spilling over. “He’s gorgeous. A perfect wee angel.”

Johnny’s father steps in more quietly, but there’s no hiding the pride in his face. He claps a hand on Johnny’s shoulder, squeezing firmly.

“Well done, son.”

Johnny swallows, emotion tightening his throat. “Thanks, Da.”

His mother looks up suddenly. “What’s his name? You settled on it?”

You and Johnny share a look — the soft, secret kind that says yeah, this feels right — and he answers:

“Rory. Rory Kavanagh.”

Mrs. Kavanagh gasps. “Oh, Johnny, that’s beautiful.”

Johnny slips his hand into yours under the blanket, giving it a little squeeze. You squeeze back.

His parents take turns cooing, admiring, murmuring sweet nothings, and Johnny watches all of it with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him — proud, emotional, and absolutely in love.

When his parents leave, promising to return with food and a ridiculous amount of photos printed out already, Johnny climbs back into the bed beside you.

He pulls you close, his arm warm and steady around you, and rests his hand gently on your son’s back.

“Get some sleep,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead.

“You too.”

He laughs softly. “Not a chance I’m sleepin’ tonight. Gotta keep an eye on my two favourite people.”

Your heart swells again.

“Johnny…”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

His smile goes soft and slow. “I love you too, love. More than anything.”

He kisses you again, lingering, then shifts just enough to tuck the baby safely between you both.

And for the first time as parents, the three of you fall asleep together — warm, safe, and completely wrapped in love.

[11:41 am]

Dad!Johnny sat red-eyed and stared blearily at the TV screen on the wall. He was tired. He was worn. He was downright exhausted. So exhausted that his eyes could barely focus on the bouncing blue dog on the screen leaving clues.

On any normal day, he would be happy to help the man in the striped shirt look for clues, but today was not a normal day. Today, Johnny had been up since nearly four in the morning with a sick and sniffling 18-month-old. It was only fair, after all, you'd been up with him most of the night.

His poor son sat with watery eyes, right beside Johnny. His small head rested on Johnny's arm and his small hand wrapped around a single one of his dad's fingers. Two days of this season's first cold and it seemed no amount of grape flavored, children's cold medicine was relieving the baby's clinginess.

Fever? Managed. Congestion? On the up and up. Cough? Clearing up every hour. But the clinginess that mixed with the fatigue? Well, that wasn't getting any better. It was honestly a shock to Johnny that his son wasn't squirming his way into his lap.

You'd slipped out of the house just a half an hour ago to restock on cold medicine after catching up on a couple hours of sleep. A short bout that had started just a few minutes before you woke up to your son whining while desperately trying to cling onto you as Johnny took over for his early morning "shift."

A clue was found on the TV show with an excited exclamation that had Johnny startling awake from a nap he didn't know he'd started taking. His son whined softly and sure enough, was climbing into his dad's lap before laying his head back against Johnny's broad chest.

Johnny sighs and gently drags his fingers through his son's silky hair. He can't help the tired smile that spreads across his face as his son hums contently with a stuffy inhale.

It's the very sight you see when you walk through the door with a box far too big to be more Tylenol. Johnny arches his brow at you before rasping out, "what else did you buy?"

"Another humidifier! It was on sale! Now we can have one for the living room on the coffee table," you explain, setting the box down before kneeling before your family. Your hand gently cups your sons cheek with your other hand pressed against his forehead, "fever feels like it's gone down some. Oh my baby, are you feeling better?"

Your son hums, leaning into your touch as Johnny grabs a tissue to wipe up the mess of mucus running from his son's nose. His son whines and squirms away from his dad's touch. Johnny sighs but cleans him up anyway, watching again and his son chooses instead to reach for you as if to tell his dad that he was not happy with being taken care of.

You laugh softly, scooping the boy into your arms as you take his previous seat, right beside Johnny who more than happily wraps an arm around your shoulders.

You keep your voice low as your son starts to blink slowly, the blue dog on the screen no longer enough to keep him awake as his parents surround him with love and affection, "we should have a lazy day. We're all tired."

Johnny plays with his son's hair, lulling the boy to sleep as he presses a kiss to your forehead, "I absolutely agree."

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Genre: angst 🥺(get your tissues, people)

Pairing: Reader x Johnny

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Johnny isn’t the type to commit but he was willing to do it with you. When a surprise pops up, things take an unexpected turn.

Johnny didn’t know what to think at that moment. After all this time, he assumed that he would never see or hear from him again. He had so many questions. 

What were you doing here? Had you been living in Busan this whole time? Did having an abortion take a toll on your mental health? Did you hate him for what happened and the predicament he’d put you in? Were you…okay? Most importantly, why would you up and leave like that? Without so much as a “I hate you and I never want to see you again” text. Without so much as an “I’m leaving Seoul.” He deserved at least that, didn’t he?

From what he could see you looked exactly the same, just with a more mature look to you. You were never adventurous when it came to your hair but he noticed you had light brown highlights now. He thought they looked nice. 

To be honest, seeing you brought about a whirlwind of memories. He remembered the first time he met you, when you were working part time at the convenience store near his best friend’s house. And he found himself going to see Mark more often, just so he could possibly see you. Then he got the courage to ask you if your shift was over soon and if you wanted to get something to eat. You said, “I get off in an hour...I’d also love something to eat.”

And he smiled and said, “See you in an hour.”

That memory made Johnny feel warm and fuzzy inside, especially as he looked into your eyes. You looked shocked, to say the least. But for some reason, you also looked scared. Maybe Johnny was misreading the situation but little did he know that you had been carrying a huge secret on your shoulders all this time. 

tysm i hope you enjoy!!

johnny as a first time dad ♡

johnny was born to be a dad. he is the happiest man alive when he finds out you’re pregnant, and he’s so eager to start designing the nursery and buying clothes and toys.

he’s the type of dad to buy parenting books, but end up not reading them and assuring himself that it will come naturally to him. if he needs anything, he knows it’s only a google search or a phone call to his mum away, so he doesn’t stress too much.

when his baby girl is finally born, he’s absolutely obsessed with her. he tears up and smiles so fondly at her when he holds her for the first time, realising that he actually has a daughter.

parenting comes so naturally to johnny, and he’s super confident with her. however, she’s so tiny in his arms that he does often worry he’ll hurt her, so he makes sure to be extra gentle.

he talks to her even when she can only babble back at him, asking if she’s comfortable in his arms or if she likes the new food he feeds her, and he pretends to understand her babbling. when he’s away he loves talking to her on the phone, and even though she’s too little to understand him, she smiles so widely as she listens to her daddy’s voice.

johnny pretends he didn’t hear it when your daughters first word is ‘mum’, and once she finally says ‘dad’ he jokingly claims that as her first word to tease you.

johnny waits up for your daughter to fall asleep, even when he’s super tired. he watches her with fond eyes and strokes her hair gently, so in love with his little girl. once she’s sleeping, he then climbs back into bed with you to beg for another.

your daughter is always giggling when she’s with her daddy. he loves playing peek-a-boo and ‘got your nose’ and ‘here comes the aeroplane’. he’ll do anything to see his little girl happy.

he loves early mornings with her, when he sits her in her high chair and feeds her her breakfast while he sits next to her, sipping his coffee and scrolling on his phone. he likes to let you sleep in most mornings so he can spend this quality time with her before the day starts.

johnny’s lockscreen is always a picture of his daughter and you. he takes so many photos of you guys whenever you go anywhere together. he’s the type of dad to make funny faces behind the camera so your daughter will smile in the photos.

he celebrates all of his daughters accomplishments and wants to share them with everybody he passes by. he’s honestly the type of dad to throw a party when she takes her first steps he’s that proud.

when she’s a few years old, he takes her on a family trip to his hometown where he takes her around, showing her all his favourite landmarks as she walks around holding his hand, her eyes wide in awe as she takes in the sights of chicago.

he’s quite protective of his daughter in public, always holding her in his arms and keeping a close eye on her.

johnny’s the type of dad to ask her how her day at school was, and then pretend to snore when she starts talking. she giggles because he’s only kidding, and he really does love hearing her talk about her day.

he’s super involved with her school life. he loves to do the drop offs and pick ups and he’d be the type of dad that makes friends with all the other parents and the teachers.

johnny also tries to keep up with all her friendships and crushes, even though she won’t tell him because she knows he’ll tease her about it forever.

he would be the dad to try to embarrass her at school, coming up to the window to wave goodbye to her in front of all of her classmates and leaving her cheesy notes in her lunch box.

he’s not super strict at all since he prefers to be a fun dad, but your daughter is still well disciplined. he’s the ‘don’t tell mum’ kind of dad, and lets her do things like have candy before dinner or take food to her room.

when she loses her first tooth, johnny’s honestly the type of dad to forget to put the money under her pillow and the next morning he’s rushing into her room half asleep, telling her it’s ‘all just a dream’.

he’ll blow on his daughters food to cool it down, and act like he’s about to feed her before feeding himself, telling her that he ‘just had to make sure it wasn’t poisonous!’

Jasper & Ava = 6 / Elijah = 3

“Quietly! You’re gonna wake them up!”

“I want to wake them up.”

“No! We need to wake Eli first.”

“He’s deaf, Ava!”

Ava rolled her eyes dramatically, “yeah, not dead.”

You bit back a laugh, able to hear your twins overly loud whisper conversation. Burying your head in Johnny’s chest, you pretended to be asleep.

“Mummy! I heard that!” Jasper laughed, him and Ava running round to your bed.

“What are you two doing up?!” you exclaimed, feigning shock.

“It’s Christmas!” Ava yelled, both of them showing you their full stockings.

“He’s been!” you gasped, “come on then, let’s go wake Elijah.”

“What about Daddy?” Ava asked, peering at his sleeping body as she walked over to his side.

“Daddy’s already awake!” Johnny exclaimed, reaching out the duvet and picking Ava up, making her squeal with laughter.

“Come on you two!” you laughed, “let’s go and wake Elijah!”

Ava giggled, wriggling out of her dad’s strong grip and joining Jasper as they ran to Elijah’s room, you waiting in the doorframe, watching Johnny roll out of bed dramatically.

“I see where they get it from,” you tutted sarcastically, going to leave before a strong hand caught your wrist.

Giggling, you were pulled back into the doorway, Johnny now standing opposite you.

“What?” you smiled.

Johnny placed two fingers under your chin before raising it up, so you could see the plant hanging from the doorway.

“Is that mistletoe?” you laughed, “John, you’re such an idiot.”

“Smart, no?” he smiled, “come on, kiss me.”

You fake-grimaced as Johnny laughed, wrapping his arms around you as your lips met in a kiss.

“Mum, Dad! Stop! Just hurry up!” Jasper whined.

You laughed, resting your head on Johnny’s chest as he smiled, kissing your head.

~ johnny had been awoken about three hours prior, thanks to your baby girl. the sun was barely awake and she quietly came to your room sniffling and telling her daddy about the nightmare she just had.

“ahh, why is my princess crying hmm?” he hushes her by leaning her to sleep on his chest. “daddy, i had a nightmare and it wasn’t fun. i- i- you and mommy weren’t here and-” tears cascaded down her plush face as she sunk to cry out into his neck. “baby look; mommy and i are still here. nothing’s gonna keep us away from you, ever,” he hushes her once more and you finally wake up and turn around to see your baby crying in the palms of johnny’s hands. before you were too quick to react, he says that everything is under control and that you should rest. you interjected but johnny hushes you as well and tells you to sleep. besides, johnny wants some alone time with his baby. both of his babies.

you had slept for another three hours and you recalled the last moments scenario. your baby girl crying into a tired johnny’s neck. but when you stretched your limbs, no one was attacking you. ‘they must be up already.’

when you walked down the hall, the loud blaring of the tv playing some nursery rhymes filled your ears. nari is sitting down eating some cereal while her tearful eyes focused on the tv.

“where’s daddy, my love?” you asked and sat next to her. “he’s in the shower mommy,” she looked up at you as her lip quivered, “i wanted to shower with daddy but he said no,” she sobbed. her crying made you coo in adorable-ness as you picked her up to sit her in your lap. “awww babyyyy. how about this; you shower with mommy in a little bit?” her tears came to a halt as she sniffled and smiled while wiping her tears. truly, the cutest thing you’ve seen all day. the two of you stayed cozied on the couch for another couple of minutes before johnny comes out of the bathroom.

“baby!” he shouted from down the hall and both you and nari yelled back, “yes (daddy)?” he walked toward the living room and chuckled at the sight of the two of you having a stare off. “baby?” you both turn your attention back to johnny before staring at each other again.

nari once again had tears fill her already red eyes before she shouts, “i’m daddy’s baby, mommy. you’re not his baby!” your mouth opens aghast before slightly teasing her, “no i’m daddy’s baby. i’ve been with him way longer than you have angel.”

“no! that’s not fair,” she whined more. johnny laughed unbelievably and told you to stop playing with her before taking nari in his arms as she calmed down.

“calm down, tiger. you’re both my babies,” he kissed her forehead and wrapped an arm around you. “you can only have one baby, daddy,” she looked up at him. “okay, okay. you’re my baby and mommy is my love. apologize to your mom now, beautiful.” wiping her tears she grins sweetly at her father before turning to you. “mommy, you’re my love too!”

johnny was utterly in love with you and his baby.

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