Baby Girl's First Halloween - Kim Mingyu
Starring: Mingyu x Reader x Daughter Genre: Dad Girl Mingyu, Halloween Warnings: DAD GIRL MINGYU ON HALLOWEEN PREPARE YOUR HEARTS Word Count: 1600+ a/n: Girl dad Mingyu... I've been thinking about him... also had been thinking of doing a Halloween themed... so this was perfect keke xD
It was our baby girl's first Halloween! Outside, the sun was setting, painting the sky a blush of orange, making the air look like it was sprinkled with pumpkin and cinnamon.
This year, my little family decided on matching costumes. The Incredible! Mingyu was, of course, Mr. Incredible, because there’s no universe where he doesn’t fit that role. On the other hand, I was Elastigirl, and our little one was the tiniest Violet Parr anyone had ever seen. She ran around the house, making the black eye mask slip down her face. Then every time she pushed it up, she’d grin proudly as if we were a real superhero squad.
Through the front door, Mingyu had just come home from a quick candy run, still wearing his bright red costume with a grocery bag dangling from one hand. Our daughter spotted him from the living room and bolted toward the door.
“Appa! Appa! I’m ready! I’m ready to get candy!”
With a wide grin on his face, he dropped the bag onto the counter and quickly crouched down to scoop her up. “You are so cute, my little superhero,” he purred, nuzzling his nose into hers as he tickled her tummy. “Look at you!”
She giggled uncontrollably, “Appa, that tickles!”
I couldn’t help smiling as I grabbed the candy bag before emptying it into a big orange bowl and set it on the porch with a sign that read “Take one!”
Finally, the three of us were ready for our first official trick-or-treat adventure. Last year, my baby was too tiny. She was barely walking and still babbling her words, but this year she knew all about Halloween and had been looking forward to it.
In one of her hand, I watched her carry her pink pumpkin as she held Mingyu’s hand. From behind, I took pictures, capturing him looking down at her as she looked up at him, smiling in their Incredibles costume.
We went from house to house with her little voice shouting, “Trick or treat!” Mingyu cheered every time she added a “thank you!” afterward to the neighbors. My heart swelled at the sight as his hand gently resting on her back, his laugh echoing as she ran ahead, the way he looked at her like she was the best thing we’d ever created.
Everything was perfect… until we reached a house.
It was spectacularly and scarily decorated, with fog machines, flickering lights, and giant spiders on the roof. She ran up ahead but suddenly stopped, and from a distance, I could see her tiny shoulders stiffen.
She ran back to us, grabbing Mingyu’s hand. “Appa… I’m scared,” she whispered, clutching Mingyu’s gloved hand.
He knelt beside her, his other hand drawing smooth circles on her back, and with a soft tone, he told her, “Hey, it’s okay, baby. It’s just decorations. Nothing’s real, okay?”
She nodded, trying to be brave, but then right as we stepped forward, another boy on the sidewalk accidentally triggered a motion sensor. The animatronic zombie sprang to life with a shriek scaring the poor kid. He screamed and bolted back to his parents.
And our daughter? Her eyes widened and her little lip trembled before she burst into tears as she dropped her bucket of candy.
Without even a second’s hesitation, Mingyu scooped her into his arms. “Oh, it’s okay, sweetheart, shhh… Appa’s got you.”
Her tiny hands fisted in the collar of his costume, and she buried her face into his neck, still trembling. He rubbed her back with slow, gentle circles, whispering soft, nonsensical words with his calm voice.
I felt my heart twist watching them as I picked up her bucket. I could see that her tears soaked his shoulder, his strong arms holding her like she was his whole world.
“Oh, it’s okay, baby,” I cooed, brushing her hair back gently.
“I wanna go home,” she hiccupped.
I looked across the street and saw the row of houses there were brightly lit, full of pumpkins and friendly ghost. “Let’s head over there,” I said softly. “Those ones look nicer.”
Mingyu nodded, shifting her onto his hip. “Yeah,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “Appa’ll take you somewhere safe.”
As we crossed the street, I watched her tiny fingers cling to him like he was her whole world. And maybe he was. He was just our incredible, our daughter’s superhero, her safe place, her favorite dad in the world.
Despite the houses across the street being a little gentler with pumpkins with goofy grins and ghosts that looked like Casper, our baby girl still couldn’t stop crying. Her little hiccups came between sobs, and her hands clung to Mingyu’s costume.
Instead of pushing it, we walked back to the car. The sound of her quiet cries mixed with the crunch of leaves beneath our feet. I could feel the Halloween excitement fading.
Once we reached the car, I climbed into the driver’s seat, while Mingyu sat in the passenger side with her nestled safely in his arms.
For a moment, we sat in the car as she calmed down, curled against his chest, her tiny Violet mask now dangling from one hand and tears-streaked face. He traced small circles on her back, his voice low and tender as he hummed something under his breath.
I watched them from my seat, my heart softening. She had her cheek pressed to his chest, her breathing starting to slow, the rise and fall of his chest syncing with hers. I reached over and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “You ready to go home, sweetheart?” I asked softly.
She sniffled, then shook her head.
I looked at Mingyu, eyebrows raised in gentle confusion, but before I could say anything, she pushed herself up slightly, her little voice wobbly but determined.
“I want to go to a house that’s not scary like that one,” she said, peeking out the window and glaring at the haunted house across the street.
Mingyu chuckled, his laugh deep and warm. I couldn’t help but join in, shaking my head fondly.
“Okay,” he said, leaning in to nuzzle her nose with his. “We’ll go to a house that’s not scary at all. Only the cute ones, deal?”
She gave a tiny nod, a shy smile tugging at her lips.
After a few more minutes of quiet, her tears had dried, and her brave little heart had reset itself. When Mingyu finally carried her out of the car, her small bucket swinging at her side, she looked ready for round two.
I joined them, adjusting her mask back over her face. “There,” I said, smoothing her hair. “My superhero’s ready again.”
“Appa, put me down,” she said softly, tugging on his sleeve.
Mingyu crouched, setting her down. Beside her, he cupped her cheeks. “You’re the bravest girl I know,” he murmured before kissing her forehead.
She beamed at him, eyes filled with that sparkle just like Mingyu. Her little red costume gleamed under the porch lights of a friendlier neighborhood, ready to go.
And for the rest of the night, she laughed, ran, and filled her bucket with candy and courage, our tiny Violet Parr, hand in hand with her superhero dad.
I watched them walk ahead of me, Mingyu’s tall frame beside her tiny one, and my heart swelled so much I thought it might burst. Our baby had the time of her life that night, and so did we.
We took a few selfies in front of the houses that were decorated cutely with pumpkins with painted smiles, glowing fairy lights tangled in bushes, and inflatable ghosts that looked more silly than spooky. Our little Violet was all giggles again, her cheeks round and pink from the cool October air.
One of the neighbors offered to take a photo for us, and the picture came out perfect. Mingyu’s arm wrapped around me and our baby was in between us holding her candy bucket proudly and her tiny mask slightly crooked.
Our first family Halloween photo. I already knew it would end up framed on our wall by tomorrow.
When we finally got home, our warm home welcomes us. Mingyu had prepared dinner in advance. It was his way of making sure we wouldn’t have to scramble after a long night out. He slipped off his gloves before entering the kitchen, humming something softly as he reheated the food, while I helped our little one spread her candy across the floor.
She organized her candy, making a pile for me and Mingyu, and herself of course. Our kind-hearted girl knew what we liked. She’d gasped every time she found something she recognized, but when she spotted a full-sized Snickers bar, her eyes went wide.
“Appa!” she squealed, hopping up. “Appa, this one’s for you!”
Before I could even say anything, she took off running to the kitchen, her little cape fluttering behind her.
Mingyu turned around just in time to see her skid to a stop behind him. He crouched down, mask still pushed up on his forehead, a grin stretching across his face. “For me?” he asked, pretending to be shocked.
“It’s Appa’s favorite! It’s so big!” she said proudly, giggling.
He pressed a hand to his heart. “Oh, thank you, my baby.”
He hugged her tightly, lifting her off the ground just enough to make her squeal with laughter again. I leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching them, and my heart swelled so much I thought it might burst right through my chest.
Mingyu looked over at me then, still holding her in his arms, both smiling like the world had no bad days left in it.
