#Teenage Daughter

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Parent Trapping Pt.1

Pair: Dad!Joe Burrow x ExWife!Reader

Imagine you and Joe’s daughter, Paris, scheming to get you back together after being divorced for almost 10 years.

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A/n: Sounds fun right? Who doesn’t love a nice parent trap😅

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A/n: so would you read more?

[gumballavocadoharry]

A period piece:

Izzy woke to a groggy morning, feeling the frost burn of February air. Little snow dots stuck to her window like diamonds, or a sugar dipped iced cube. While goosebumps picked through her skin, another feeling ran through her. After adjusting herself to the temperature of the bedroom, Izzy realized that the lingering ping was coming from her stomach.

Not the usual hunger growl that struck her around 3 am on some nights, but a faraway type of ache that waded inside like a toothache.

Only then would she notice the mushy feeling down below and the cool damp spot that sat underneath her. Jolting up, Izzy saw the dark red spot that had bleed from her shorts, onto her sheets. Her period.

It came! she thought. But the moment was short lived when she heard the floor settle of her father's bedroom. Grabbing her sheets, Izzy did a quiet jog down the stairs and into the laundry room- shoving her sheets into the washer. The only item in the wash, Izzy used a mundane amount of liquid and then turned the dial to the perfect setting for the delicate item. It was hard to think of her father and her period in the same thought.

Sure, he knew what they were- as he had taught her about them the for the first time when she was eight- but it didn't evaporate the sting of him seeing her with blood skimming down her legs or with blood-stained sheets. The very thought made Izzy's cheeks burn. An overreaction of his delight and dewy-eyed excitement: 'She's becoming a woman! My little girl! My little Izzy bunny!' It sent this curl through Izzy's gut that wasn't the steady cramps. Running back to her room, Izzy threw her pajama shorts into the hamper before grabbing the sanitary napkins that she kept in the third drawer of her cube dresser and ran into the bathroom after grabbing a pair of loose fitting, sturdy underwear, that would become Izzy's period type ones.

Izzy felt fresh now. While still breaking in the soft heaving quilted cotton of her pad, she felt this protection around her- like a long jacket that covered the secret tattoo of someone's arm. Slipping on the shorts, Izzy walked back to her bedroom and changed into her usual clothes for the day.

"Good morning, sweetie," Harry said, closing his bedroom door. "How do pancakes sound for breakfast?" Izzy smiled. "Just fine."

I'll tell him a few days from now she promised.

But it was broken. Not by her standards of course..... the school's.

Izzy didn't count on her piercing cramps to alight in the middle of third period math class.

Fidgeting in her seat, Izzy found her hands grab her stomach, grazing it back and forth with tenderness. Finally raising her hand and asking permission for the nurse. Gliding through the hallway with her aching gut, still tucked under her hand.

The nurse was kind. Gave Izzy two tablets of Midol and water and let her rest in the office for a few minutes. "I'm going to call your dad now, okay?" Izzy shot up and turned to the nurse. "Oh, I'm feeling better now."

"I know, but we always call anytime a student has menstrual symptoms," she leaned over to Izzy's ear as if to whisper a secret to her like two girls at a sleepover. "It's a policy here now, ever since a few of the PTA moms complained about how they're daughters didn't have the proper sanitary napkins or any for that matter in case of something like this."

Izzy tried to understand, but she couldn't. She couldn't imagine the embarrassment of her unsuspecting father showing up to the school with the altruistic, but dour type of sugary support he could give. Watching the nurse dial the number, Izzy laid back on the little cot like bed, and tried to drift her mind away from the scene.

Jade Paler, had gotten her flow at eleven, Sarah Brookson, at twelve. Even though Izzy knew it wasn't true, some girls had made this rule that once your age had a 'teen' to it, then it meant you were a late bloomer, and therefore, too old. Izzy was thirteen. It was dumb- sure she knew- but it still singed in her somehow, even though she couldn't put her finger on it. It nicked something inside her, like a scratched paint from a jagged edge. It irritated Izzy more than she wanted it to.

"Baby?" A pinch sensation swam through her round cheeks. Glancing up and seeing her father, now leering over her with sympathetic puppy dog eyes, let his hands cup her cheeks- squishing them like how you did with babies or little kids. And maybe that's how she felt.

Like a baby. A fragile and frail little girl in the eyes of her father.

"You have your period?" Izzy nodded. "Oh honey," Harry began. "you know this means you're a woman now, right?"

Suddenly a slice of happiness beamed Izzy. "But you'll still be my little baby."

A furrow appeared in between Izzy's eyebrows. Agitated at her father, but glancing back to the nurse, made her cheeks blossom pink again. But Izzy let a tight small smile grow across her face anyway, sat up and thanked the nurse for everything. And with that, she and her father left the nurses station.

The car ride was silent. Izzy had not spoken one word, and instead, gathered her attention to the window, where everything whizzed by, like time in those time travel movies.

"Izzy," Harry finally spoke. "You're very quiet.... is something wrong?"

"It's that time of the month, so I don't feel good."

Harry glanced towards Izzy quicky before turning back to the road again. Pulling into a parking of some office building, Harry turned off the car, and turned towards his daughter. "Sweetie.... you know you can tell me anything right?"

Izzy turned to him, letting her eyes follow up to his. "Yes," she said quietly. "So....is there something going on? I know you have your period but.... if you need anything-"

Izzy had let her face fall into her hands, wetting them with tears. Harry- without thinking- wrapped his arms around Izzy and let her little body be curbed into his. "I-I-I started my period this morning but, I stained my sheets and threw them into the wash because I didn't want you to see them."

"Why?" Harry's face full of concern. "I don't know..." Izzy thought- scrambling to rack her brain for the root of her shame. "I guess.... because I knew how'd you react. Not with anger or anything.... but with pride."

"Why would that be bad?" Izzy sighed. "Because... I guess I didn't want you to make a big deal out of it, because- well, getting your period means you're growing up and..."

Harry listened closely.

"With every other milestone, you would cheer and say 'how I'm still your baby' or something like that- and I just wanted this to be different. More mature, you know?"

He did. "Yeah.... I get that swee- Izzy."

Wrapping his arm around his daughter, Harry and Izzy shared a hug.

Izzy was growing up. And Harry knew, he had to accept that. But deep down, even if she didn't want to see or believe it herself....

She would always be his Izzy Bunny.

[tonysopranosfeverdreams]

Bruh

[scotland-wolves]

[l0sercat]

Hi

I saw people were starting to ask for kuzuryu, he's like one of my favorite character im so happy omg

Is it okay to ask for him with a teenage daughter ( platonic ofc) in the borderland ? Headcanons or whatever suits you

Its a bit messy sorry, feel free to ignore, have a great day👋 (i love your blog btw)

Yes it is okay to ask! Not what I usually write for lol. But I'm down to try something new :)

Kuzuryu Keiichi with a teenage daughter

Stressed as hell

He keeps an eye on you 25/7

But not in a creepy way in a 'im trying to keep you safe' way

When anyone tries to hit on you (if they're older) he'll stare them down and threaten them with his power

If the person who flirts with you is around your age he'll keep an eye on the but not scare them off

He wants you to have a social and love life in this nightmare but he wants you safe

When you have your period he gets you whatever you need

Will not be hurt if you ask a female friend for stuff instead of him

He understands completely and will back off and give you space

When you have to go to games he will go with you and protect you

After the Beach

He keeps you even closer

I cannot decide whether he will still kill himself or if he will survive

If he still dies he will ask Chishiya to look after you for him (your outside waiting for him :( )

If he survives everything will be the same and you will leave Borderland together

[thecinnamongirlll]

[mojavedoll]

not all angels are in heaven. for example i’m mostly at home

[angeldaisydoll]

[gliplah]

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Request-am I the only one that would love to see (text or dialogue) a fic where y/n and Joe’s teenage daughter try the shut up prank on him after he comes home from a long day of practice. I feel like you would be the perfect person to write it.

STOP I LOVE THIS! IMMA GIVE YOU BOTH🤩🤪

Reblog this to be tagged when it’s released 🩷

[gumballavocadoharry]

Two little lines:

*Mentions of teenage pregnancy, possible abortion, adoption, running away and angst. *

Ava held back the thick locks of brunette off her friend's face. "It's okay Chole, you're okay." She soothed. The last gag eroded from Chole's mouth before she sniffled and lifted herself from the toilet. Wiping her mouth with her sleeve, Chole finally met eyes with Ava. "This is the third time this week," Ava's eyebrows went up for a moment before furrowing softly. "This week?" Chole nodded, "I never get sick like this... it must be some sort of stomach bug running around."

Ava bit her lip and glanced away for a second. "Yeah...." Ava helped Chole up from the bathroom floor and waited outside for her. Almost guarding the girl's bathroom in the hallway for any trespassers to the scene of Chole's sickness they might witness. Chole finally met up with Ava- giving her a reassuring tight smile before they trailed to their classes. Ava never brought up what she thought might've been about Chole. And promised she never would unless Chole spoke first. But her promise was unsteady- teetering on the possibilities of where it could all go.

The patchy gimmer of the sun rained through the pavement. Chole took careful steps before treading to her father's car. Scanning his face, she forced a polite smile across her own with glint like green eyes shining into her father's matching ones. "Hey sweetie," he placed a tender kiss against her rosy cheek, "I missed you today while I was at work." Harry nuzzled his arm around Chole's shoulder. "I missed you too, Dad." Chole's mouth was ajar- wanting to speak for a moment but decided to remain mum about her frequent sickness incidents at school.

At home, Chole was sat at her desk doing her homework. A wild craving came over her- darting her to the kitchen for something. She settled on a banana with chocolate syrup and relish. Eating it, she felt a satisfaction fall over her. Like a hidden desire that would secretly lure inside of her like a gut feeling or an arousal simmering through the veins. Chole looked at the chewed banana- brows furrowing, scanning the food item with revulsion and slight confusion. Why would I like this? She thought to herself. Finishing the banana, she heard the footsteps of her father threaten to enter the kitchen.

Throwing the peel away and straightening herself up to face her father. "Just coming in to make dinner," Harry said, pinching Chole's cheek affectionately. Chole gave a timid smile before excusing herself to her bedroom. A frantic thought ran through her mind. A thought she didn't want to reflect on. A heat patched through the back of her neck, trailing down to her spine. Goosebumps poked through her flesh- heat rising through her cheeks to her forehead.

Pregnant. It kept swaying through her mind like brushes in the wind. A panic shook through Chole. She was only 17, she couldn't be pregnant. Then that would mean Sam would have to be involved... a toxic ex-boyfriend Chole wanted to forget. But this could be his baby. All night Chole couldn't sleep. She seemed silent the entire evening- telling her father that she was studying for an important test. Harry seemed satisfied.

Walking through the corridors of the school, Chole targeted Ava. "Hey girl," Ava slammed her locker door as she grabbed the last book.

"Hey Ava.... I have to talk to you about something really important," Ava. Furrowing her eyebrows, Ava turned to Chole, "I think I might be pregnant." Ava raised her eyebrows, "Are you sure?" Chole nodded, "Remember yesterday I threw up? And then later that day, I wanted a banana with chocolate syrup and relish." Ava scrunched her nose a little. "Gross...."

Chole leaned in closer, "Will you go with me to the pharmacy after school today?" Ava looked to the side before biting her lip. She sighed and nodded. "Just don't tell anyone- not even your brother, okay?" Ava nodded.

Chole scanned the pharmacy for feminine products. Finding the pregnancy test, Ava and Chole made their way to the counter, ignoring the judgmental looks the older cashier was giving them. "I'm sure your mom will appreciate you running and getting her this." Ava said. The older woman smiled and continued ringing the girls up.

Leaving the store, Ava stopped Chole. "Did you want to take the test at my house?" Chole thought for a second, her eyes shifting from the box to Ava. "Okay." She spoke shyly.

The two girls were waiting. Ava's mother was at work, her brother was locked in his room listening to his music and doing homework and her father wouldn't be home for another day due to business.

Slowly, two little lines started poking through the little white square. "What does that mean?" Asked Ava. Chole looked at the test. "....it means I'm pregnant."

Flat and blank like a thin piece of notebook paper. Chole was pregnant. She gave Ava a blank stare before letting the gloss of her eyes brim over with tears- falling into Ava's grasp. "It'll be okay lo, it'll be okay...." was all she could repeat.

Walking home, Chole just stared at the passing cars- some forming over the hill of the street, and others passing from the bridge that was behind her. Somehow, it would all change. The streets of the city would be different, the grass in the early morning of the dawn would be different.... her social life would be different. Would Ava tell someone? Would she tell Sam, the possible- the biological father of the child? It all ran through her like speeding horses.

Her home seemed different upon approaching it. Taking careful steps inside, the house creaked of emptiness. "Hey baby!" Harry's voice rang in from the basement studio. "Hi!" Was all she could choke out. Before she could disappear from the living room, Harry zoomed over to Chole, wrapping her in this fluffy hug. Shoot! How did I not see his car? Harry pulled away to stare back at his daughter's face with this cheery smile, "How was school poppet?" Chole plastered on the best fake smile she could bear. "It was good- you know, same ol, same ol."

Harry ran his fingers through the strains of her golden hair. "I missed you today... at work- there a crew member that was showing pictures of his new baby girl and I immediately thought about you.... and how beautiful you looked when you were born.... still are."

A twinge poked at Chole. "Brand new baby girl." She let the shiver run through her like lightning, before going off subject. "What's for dinner today?"

"Well, since I've been working all day and I'm very tired.... I'd say we could just order something instead. What did you want?'

Chole thought for a moment, "Uh, maybe... tacos?" Harry smiled, "Ohhh, that sounds good! Tacos it is."

As Harry ran to grab his coat and keys, Chole sat back on the couch. No way could she tell him now.... no way could she tell him at all.

Dinner time was a tense stiff hue for Chole. Just her. Harry, relaxed and letting all his work, flow off his mind to spend time with the most important girl to him. Chole, gritted through laughter and corny stories about Mitch and Sara, then forced to provide one of her own with Ava. Swallowing down her tacos- eating a plate of seconds, Chole couldn't focus her eyes onto Harry's. Babies, fetuses, kids, boyfriends- they all circled around Chole's brain like a carousel. How could she tell her father that she was pregnant? What would he do? What would happen to her?

Chole thought about those big foot holders at the end of the table. One would hold her legs as she screamed and pushed, the other would hold her feet while she was dazed, looking up at the wall, counting the speckles designs that were tiptoed across it. Both were shivering- clamming her feet cool and patching the nath of her neck hot. "Chloe?" She looked up from her plate, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." "You're so quiet this evening," "Oh... I was thinking about something Ava said about this boy in my class, Sam. She thinks he likes me." Chole chuckled a little. Harry responded with a nervous chuckle again. As Chole cleared the table, Harry kept gaze on his daughter. Taking a deep breath, Chole could feel her father's eyes boring into her. Was her time up? Would he become suspicious to what she was hiding? Keeping her eyes on the dishes, Chole carefully cleaned them before escaping to her bedroom.

A furrow arched over Harry's eyebrow.

A quiet. Silence of the thick nightfall was like a blanket, covering the snooze of dusk. Chole sat awake- haunted by her dread. Her head hadn't even touched the sole of the pillow. Glancing to every direction that was shadowed by the dark. Chole felt her heart speed up. The image of her father simmered through her mind. Chole couldn't catch it in time. She couldn't grasp the flustering image of being thrown from the home or being dragged into a clinic and not being able to save the little fetus of her belly.

Adoption was number one. But Chole couldn't hide 9 months from Harry.

Or maybe she could. She would have to. Chole found herself out of bed and zipping up her jacket. Emptying her backpack, Chole shoved one pair of jeans in after another, and one shirt after another. Then her toothbrush, then her toothpaste, her cell phone.... her wallet.

Slinging the backpack over her shoulder, Chole carefully tip toed down the stairs and out the door. Taking one last look at her little house. Chole sighed before stepping out onto the pathway. Passing the houses through the dark, Chole tried to ignore the slight chill of springtime tickled her nose. Turning left, then right, Chole didn't know where she was headed, but she didn't care.

She couldn't let Harry see her. She couldn't tell him.

Chole found herself passing Ava's house. Carefully sneaking onto her grass, Chole threw pebbles at Ava's window. A relief fell over her once she saw her friend's shadow appear through the window.

"Chole?" "Ava! I need to stay with you!" Ava shook her head slightly. "Chole, my mom and dad are home! They'll wake up if they hear you!"

Chloe felt tears brimming. "Please Ava!" Ava sighed, before ushering Chole to the front door. Sneaking her upstairs, Ava pulled out her sleeping bag. "You tell your dad?" Chole shook her head sniffling. "I couldn't. So, I left. He can't see my bump. It'll destroy him." Ava looked to the side. "He's gonna notice your gone."

Chole shrugged. "I'll be gone by tomorrow, Ava. He won't get a chance to see me."

Ava breathed in a shallow breath. "Okay.... but... just don't leave the country or something." A chuckle escaped her, easing a smile onto Chloe's mouth. "Thanks Ava. I owe you one."

The light of the sun sparkled through the open blinds. Chloe rubbed her eyes and woke fully to the sound of voices downstairs. "Chole!" A female voice shouted. Chloe's stomach rolled. Carefully slipping out of the sleeping bag, snatching her backpack, Chloe carefully walked downstairs. Peeking through the gap of the stairs, she could see Harry sitting on the couch, talking to Ava's mother and Ava.

She told him. Ava told her best friend's father that she was pregnant. Seering through the gap was Chloe; Harry turned his sight once he sensed her. "Chloe! Sweetie! Come here!" His voice, honeyed with anguish, Harry's arms were wide open, waiting for Chloe to grapple in them.

Running down the stairs, Chole flew into Harry's arms. "Thank you." He said to Ava's mother before they left the home. The care ride home was quiet. Chloe's eyes were locked on the window. Chloe didn't dare look her father in the eyes.

"You're pregnant?" Chloe slowly turned to her father, tears brimming her eyes. "Yes," her voice cracked. Pulling into their driveway, Harry wrapped his arms around Chloe. "It'll be okay, honey." Chloe shook her head. "No it won't! My life's over, I'll drop out of school and now I'll have to abort my baby!"

Harry rubbed her back. "No you're not! Chloe, you are not dropping out of school! What you decide to do is your choice, but I'll be with you every step of the way, I promise." Harry's embrace tightened, leaving Chloe secure. "Thanks dad." She sniffled.

Harry kissed her forehead before taking her inside the house.

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how i sleep (my posture is cooked)

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