#girl can you braid my hair and stop talking about my father

[karda]

how do you think interactions between sunny and the rest of the sonic cast(tails, amy, knuckles, etc) would go?

i feel like she would be very conflicted because she thinks theyre cool but loves eggman. i made a joke a while ago about sonic fighting her and she immediately bursts into tears and cant do it and i still think thats very accurate. sonic would keep giving it the benefit of the doubt and inviting it to lunch or something but sunnys entire life revolves around eggman and stone so she doesnt know how to connect to them.

yesterday i doodled an idea for a "murder mode" lol where sunny goes full programming and doesn't havw any control over her actions and i think it would take a while for them to trust her at all because of that. she doesn't like to fight, but she will still stand up for eggman. i feel like she'd connect with knuckles the most. finding common ground over being isolated from the world + a complicated relationship with eggman. ik knuckles just gets tricked by him a lot but its also knuckles having faith in there being a good side to him, and sunny sees that to.

i dont think they would see her as a threat at all though lmao . sunny is cartoon evil. she's tying your shoelaces together and putting hot sauce in your food when ur not looking. it pranks more than it kills people

[gothamite-rambler]

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) with all the batkids when they were kids

Dick Grayson:

Diana (rubbing young Dick Grayson's cheek with her hand): Baby, tiny, precious! You so cute!

Dick giggled with a smile.

Diana: You want a candy?

Dick: Hm, yes! Yes! Please!

Diana: Aww, so precious.

Bruce: He's not supposed to eat a lot of-

Diana (a sweet smile on her face): Bruce, you and I both know I can break every bone in your body at once.

Bruce (hiding his fear): I do remember that, I'll be talking to Superman.

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Jason Todd:

Diana: Oh, you're so cute and precious! I just want to hug you for hours and hours. I love how tiny you are!

Young Jason feet dangled as Diana scooped him up and hugged him. He couldn't breathe well, but he wasn't not trying to break free.

Bruce: Okay... you're smothering him. Let him go.

Jason (struggling to breathe): Hold up Batman! I'm not complaining.

Diana: And remember I know how to break your bones.

Batman: All right I'll just go.

Batman walks away.

Young Jason: This is the greatest day ever. I... I'm trying not to cry.

Diana: You're so sweet.

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Tim Drake:

Tim Drake clutched to the woman's hip, crying happily. Batman tried to pull him off, but Tim wouldn't let go.

Tim: This is the greatest day of my hero life! I am so happy to meet you!

Diana (simpering): I can't hold myself longer, I am happy to meet you too young warrior! You are just as precious as the rest!

Bruce: I have to stop bringing them around her- Dick, why are you crying?

Dick: That used to be me!

Dick cried, resting his head on Bruce's shoulder. Bruce sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

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Stephanie Brown (for the short time she was Robin)

Stephanie: Oh my goddess, you're Wonder Woman! Bomb girl boss! I've been wanting to meet you forever! I- Oh my goodness I'm embarrassing myself aren't I? You want me to leave, right?

Diana (elated): If I could I'd adopt you, but for now you're an honorary Amazon warrior! Want a hug?

Stephanie: YES!

Diana and Stephanie hugged, any attempt Bruce tried to take to break the two apart was met with Diana shoving him away.

Stephanie (dramatic fake sobs): I needed this, Batman is like so mean to me. Doesn't braid my hair even though I showed him the best tutorials and he doesn't appreciate me! I swear he's like my dad.

Diana glared at Bruce who's face turned red with anger.

Bruce: Okay, that was mean. I'm leaving!

Bruce stormed off while Diana took Stephanie's hand and led her way to chat and braid her hair.

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Damian Wayne:

Bruce: Okay so Wonder Woman is bit... Obsessed with cute kids. Just be ready.

Damian: Oh father please, I've dealt with way worse.

The doors to the meeting slid open where Diana was already in the room. She sat at the Justice League meeting table. Once she spotted Damian, she gasped.

Damian tensed surprised, he backed away slowly as he began to get flashbacks to Talia.

Diana (eager): You got the itty bitty ones again?! Come here young warrior!

Damian: Noooo!

Damian ran away as Diana chased him with her arms open wide.

Diana: Let me give you cheek rubs!

Damian (screaming): Get away from me!

Clark Kent walked over to Bruce while snacking on a granola bar.

Clark: You ever think about not having a kid sidekick?

Bruce: You've got one more time to tell me that and I'm sending kryptonite to your house.

Clark (sarcastic): Glad your practicing being kinder to us like I told you too.

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Demon Children Are Multiplying

This idea is still stuck in my head, and I might even end up writing something out of it, but for now, I just thought of something equally really, really stupid and really, really funny.

What if I combine that idea with Al Ghul Twins. I don't know how. Maybe Talia was cautious about Ra's not wanting to keep two kids for a position of Heir, or maybe she staged Danny's death, or maybe something else entirely happened. But anyway, Danny is Damian's twin.

Then, Dani is the same age as Danny in this AU. And Dan is de-aged to be the same age as both of them.

Now behold an absolute train wreck of a situation where Bruce attends a Gala hosted by Vladimir Masters. Together with Damian, of course, and maybe other batkids are there too. They all part their ways to make their rounds or whatnot. And they all keep seeing Damian wherever they go. Just everywhere.

Dick is talking to someone, and Damian walks past him, not paying him any attention. Which is not surprising, but a little rude, and, wait, wasn't he wearing a red tie? When did he change it to green one?

Tim is just going on the top floor to greet a lady he recognizes from some other event, and Damian all but storms in the opposite direction, only letting Tim catch a glimpse of his face. But when Tim turns around, he is really confused: the person running down the stairs is clearly a girl, albeit she is wearing a suit. Her long hair is up in a complicated braid. Why did he even mistake her for Damian?

But the ultimate confusion happens when Bruce is talking to Vladimir Masters, and a very familiar voice calls, "Father". Because both he and Vladimir turn to face the boy and ask, "Yes?" at the same time.

Damian is standing there, looking between Bruce and Vlad. He looks a little off somehow, but before Bruce can figure out why, the boy blinks and focuses on Vlad.

"We've been looking for you," he tells the man, and, wait, when was Damian looking for Masters? Furthermore, who is we?

But then another child comes closer. And-

That's Damian.

That's two Damians.

Wait, no, none of them are Damians.

"What is it?" Vladimir raises an eyebrow, not paying too much attention to Bruce's blanched expression.

A third child comes towards them, and this one also looks like Damian, only this one is a girl.

"Template's duplicate is here," she says, and Vlad frowns, turning to the Damian lookalike in the middle.

"Have you had another incident that I don't know of?"

Whatever answer the boy wanted to give is cut off by a n o t h e r child who looks like- no, this is real Damian, thank God, Bruce had started to wonder if the champagne was spiked with hallucinogens.

"Father-" he stops in his tracks as the three other children turn to him, and the four of them just stare at each other for a long moment. Then the one in the middle takes a sharp breath in and stage-whispers:

"Quick, do the meme!"

And all three not-Damians start pointing at each other.

Bruce is going to have an aneurysm. Judging by Vladimir's face, he is also not far from one.

Just my ramblings under the cut

I think you all know what meme I'm talking about, but I'm still gonna add it

This is so fucking hilarious to me, I'm sorry, I just can't

Danny is not missing this opportunity of a lifetime, even though Vlad specifically asked all three of them not to cause a scene. And yes, they all call Vlad "father" just for the spite of it or for shits and giggles. I'm going with Bad Fentons idea here, although I'm not sure to which degree they are bad, but anyway, Vlad is their legal guardian, and he is redeemed.

Yes, Dick took a picture. Yes, it's already in the group chat. Yes, other batkids are going wild.

Damian is greatly confused because, first, he thought there was a clone of him at the gala, but apparently, there were three of them, and second, why are they pointing at each other? Should he join them? He is under the assumption his brother is dead (he's not exactly wrong on that account), or he doesn't even know he existed.

This is as far as I got now, feel free to add anything!

[be-xkyy]

yandere cowboy x boss's daughter who is an innocent country girl and barely knows that the person she trusts most is the one she should fear most

Well, I have a few ideas coming to mind about this scenario but I'll pick one for now.

Tw: Yandere, violence, blood, breeding, dirty talk , naive reader.

Yandere cowboy who works for your father for a while now. He's one of his most trusted workers and your father isn't the type to trust many people.

He always does jobs here and there on the ranch helping to put up wire fences so cattle don't escape, looking for cattle when they enter other lands, threatening neighboring ranchers when they don't want to return cows or sheep.

In his defense, they deserve a bullet in the head for trying that shit with him.

But the job he likes the most is taking care of you, the beautiful and naive daughter of his boss. He simply fell in love with you since he saw you for the first time a few years ago.

You were all pretty behind your father in that flowery dress, cowboy boots, your braided hair... and how can we forget your cute tits.

Tits he thought about that same night as he masturbated, his calloused hand wrapped around his hard member as he rubbed vigorously imagining you looking up at him with your big eyes as you ride him your tits bouncing on his face it's so good he ends up cumming all over his hand.

You are indeed a pretty little thing all smiles and ignorant of the world and people's intentions. Raised and protected by your father kept under his wing for far too long after all you are his only daughter.

It's inevitable that he ends up threatening and beating to death your countless suitors who shamelessly approach you believing they have a chance, no fucking way will it happen. not on his watch.

He simply corners them away from your sight and beats them mercilessly, he gives them a hard punch his knuckles impact their nose with a loud crunch he doesn't stop as the man falls to the floor with a broken nose.

Of course not.

He beats them until his fists are bruised and the man's face is covered in blood with a broken nose, teeth knocked out and eyes swollen he grabs them by the collar of their shirts as he growls.

"Stay away from her or i assure you this will be nothing compared to what I'll do to you, buddy"

The one who tries to make himself as presentable as possible so you won't get suspicious when he comes back to you.

He knows everything he does is worth it when you show all worried for him grabbing his calloused hands in yours, looking at his bruised knuckles asking him if he's okay with that worried tone that makes his cock hard inside his pants.

He ends up asking you to "comfort" him a little like he taught you. You both end up in the barn with him leaning you on hay bales, his hands undoing his belt and zipper before pulling down his pants along with his boxers that get caught on his knees.

Then he lifts your dress as you whine about the hay stinging your ass, he just pats your thigh to shut you up as his fingers pull down your panties, he hisses when he sees your pussy he moves his thick fingers closer inspecting your wet entrance.

"God you're so wet, for someone who acts so sweet you're a bit of a slut aren't you doll?"

He arches an eyebrow when you shake your head shyly at his words murmuring an embarrassed "I'm not..." he lets out a laugh that rumbles from deep within his chest his thick fingers don't stop moving thrusting into your hot pussy your walls squeeze his fingers like hell.

He grabs his member unable to resist any longer he uses your wetness to lubricate his cock and slide inside you, both of you let out a moan of pleasure you from the delicious stretch and him from feeling your walls throb around him he murmurs.

"What a tight fucking pussy you have so hungry for my fat cock baby doll"

He moves his hips hard his heavy balls slap against your ass and his pubic hair scrapes deliciously against your pussy, your juices forming a creamy circle at the base of his cock as your nails dig into his muscled belly for support, his moans combined and the loud wet sound of his cock pounding into your pussy fills the barn.

"You're about to cum aren't you baby doll? Fuck–of course you're about to cum your pussy is getting so tight right now I think you want to rip my cock off"

His hands tighten their grip on your waist and you just mumble stupidly wrapping your legs tightly around his waist your boots dig into his ass as you cum letting out a high pitched moan your eyes roll back in your head from the intense pleasure, he growls thrusting into you hard chasing his own orgasm that doesn't take long to come.

With one last thrust he thrusts deep inside you, stopping his movements and letting his semen explode, flooding your interior with its swimmers. Who knows, maybe today will be the day when his seed finally takes root inside you. He would be the best father, the best husband and the best successor for your father. Your father will also see it that way. Because it would be a shame to have to kill him, after all, they are almost family, right..?

[calummss]

gallavich as girl!dads headcanon

masterlist

making her lunchboxes for kindergarten/school. mickey disliked it at first and thought it was a waste of time but over time he started to pride himself on the food he makes and even decorates it

their daughter running into their arms after kindergarten (bawling)

when she’s sassy she calls them by their names: “mickey […]”, “excuse me?”, “you heard me”

he was gagged!!

ian teaching her how to swim in the pool

mickey telling her bedtime stories about him in prison and she is invested (he leaves out too gore-y stuff)

putting her drawings on the fridge even if they don’t know wtf she drew

mickey listens to a lot of eminem so by the time she’s 5/6 she starts rapping along with him (he gets emotional listening to mockingbird and needs looks at her face once the song ends)

both of them learn how to style her hair. ian’s go to are braids whilst mickey loves simple pigtails

“some kid at school told me i was weird for having two dads”

“who?”

“someone in my class”

“what did you do?”

“i punched them”

“thats my girl” *high fives her*

their daughter asking for the meaning of their tattoos which lead to some pretty awkward conversations

“why do you have boobs on your back?”

ian’s voice shaking: “because i- i…love women”

“but you’re married to daddy”

he was silenced.

mickey also swears that you can tell she’s being raised by gay dads; his proof is that she says “come on girls” when talking to them. mickey absolutely hates it and tries to stop her from saying it

i just know lip teases the shit out of them for it!! he is amused as hell

ian and mickey were honestly not ready to have such a diva in their house. they love it but at the same time it tests them on so many levels

they 100% get tattoos dedicated to her!!

dance parties!! i just know ian and mickey blast lady gaga, katy perry, eminem etc. and dance whilst cleaning or cooking, hyping up their little girl

their daughter crawling into their bed at night/in the morning and they wrap their arms around her, cuddling themselves back to sleep

when she starts asking about boobs, female body etc. they get overwhelmed and call debbie or sandy to deal with it

she thinks the world of her fathers and loves them so much

mickey felt disconnected from her for the first few months of her life as he was unsure how to love and take care of a baby but now he would die for her. he would kill for her. he would to anything to make sure she is happy and safe (he made a promise to himself to never be like terry)

no one knows how she did it but somehow she convinced ian and mickey to let her paint their nails

i have a nagging feeling that someone in the family (gallagher) calls her miss gallavich if she doesn’t answer to her name the first few times

[deonsx]

If They Become A Girl Dad

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Nikolai, Atsushi, Akutagawa

Dazai Osamu

God! I can imagine him in complete joy. Being the father of a girl made him much more exciting than being the father of a boy. The reason is that he always wants to protect his little princess. Father and daughter dress the same and often go shopping for his daughter

He will definitely spoil your daughter and if you try to stop him, you will be the bad cop.. He will be the one who gets her ready for school in the morning, while you will prepare her bag. While braiding your daughter's hair, you laugh when you realize how complex Dazai's mind is, "Honey! Braiding hair, I need help with this!" "Yes, mom and dad can't do it, my hair is tangled, please" While your daughter is complaining about her father, poor dazai is only trying to communicate with him more

"My beautiful daughters, I am lucky to have you... I have a duty to protect you”

Chuuya Nakahara

He shows off his Cooking skills to your daughter and manages to impress your daughter every time. He is a hero in your daughter's eyes, but the problem is that your daughter...is in love with your husband much more than you. "Dad, I love you more than my mother~!" Chuuya laughs and looks at you, "Look, your mother says she loves me more, even though~" Your boyfriend kisses his daughter as if he's teasing you

he takes your daughter out on trips all the time, and to be honest, he is a real trick when it comes to mothering her. he can take care of your child for hours, days, weeks, even when you are not around and working overtime at work. He will try to entertain her with his powers. I can imagine him rocking your daughter to sleep on his lap. He buys your daughter clothes from the most expensive brands and dresses her like Barbie. Your daughter and Chuu look so much alike that there would never even be a possibility of suspicion

“You can't understand how it feels to have two angels belong to me”

Fyodor Dostoyevski

He is definitely a difficult person and the fact that he now has a daughter really makes him a more difficult father figure. His daughter is a complete copy of him, her hair and eyes are purple, I know that Fyodor will not be a very careless father, on the contrary, he really cares about her very much, mostly the fact that he does not have time to care does not make him a careless father. He always has his eyes on his daughter and is busy protecting her.

If you leave them alone, it is possible, although very rare, to witness them playing games with their daughter. Usually, they play the Barbie house game together as a result of her daughter's insistence. Fyodor agrees not to talk because instead of these games, he prefers to teach her new hobbies such as chess, piano and violin. He is a very disciplined father, he is still with his daughter during her high school years. he stays (to keep her away from men) he's a jealous father he just can't say it

"I'm the only man in your life, your father, you won't need anyone else"

Nikolai Gogol

He is a total entertainer, he does his best to entertain his daughter. Your daughter has long white hair and deep blue eyes, a snow-white skin, and it is certain that she inherited all her genes from Nikolay. She starts braiding your daughter's hair at the very beginning of the morning and they spend hours together. Even your daughter's first word is "pa~pa!~" You and Nikolai looked at each other and were shocked. "My dear girl!!!!~~" Your lover is capable of being both a mother and a father to him and you didn't realize this until you had a child

Your child loves to do magic tricks! You don't have to wake up at night because Nikolai gives your child all the sleep back in 1 minute with his talent, you don't even have to get out of bed, he always dresses his daughter like a royal princess when shopping for clothes, he buys the most expensive jewels (even though she is still small, she has a lot of diamonds), her daughter's taste attracted her father and They eat their favorite meals together. Whatever her father wants to eat, she wants it too

"You're not jealous of us spending so much time with my daughter, are you? Remember...I'm yours."

Atsushi Nakajima

He is a really worried father, sometimes he even forgets that he is a father and becomes a child, it is possible that you will feel like you have 2 children because you cannot get out of this cycle in the general period of time... Atsushi really likes to introduce everything to your daughter, he takes her to the agency on the days when you are busy and tired. It mostly saves you from a tiring day. He spends all his time with her in the mornings and your daughter doesn't look like you, she is a complete copy of her father, her eyes are a mixture of sain and purple, she reminds of autumn, her hair shifts from white to blonde and her naughty mistakes are the same as her father's.

He is always protecting you and your daughter. Now he has 2 lives to protect. He cried the first time when he learned that your baby would be a girl. I can imagine him kneeling down on his knees and crying with happiness, thinking about what kind of a daughter he will be. "I-I will be a father! And the father of a girl!!" There was a huge celebration when he shouted this news to the agency, "My father is a tiger!" Your daughter was constantly bragging about her father and trying to convince her friends that he was a tiger

"Oh, did my darling daughter and wife miss me? Because I missed them”

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

He is a father who really has a hard time showing his emotions, but when it comes to his daughter, everything disappears for him. If you see him talking to his daughter, you will feel like you don't know him at all. He likes to play with your little daughter and teach her new words. His first word is "rasomon" He entertains your daughter by showing her his talent. rasomon is at your daughter's disposal. They go on shopping trips with his father but of course his father can't take care of him alone, so he can't help but call you. "I think I still have a lot to learn from you, s/o" Unlike other fathers, Akutagawa is uneasy and is still trying to overcome his inferiority complex left over from Dazai. Of course, everything is better with you painted too white

Even though he had a hard time expressing his feelings when he found out you were going to have a daughter, he gave you a reassuring smile and held your hand "I'm with you" he always reassured you and as you now rocked your daughter in his arms these memories ran through your mind, Akutagawa definitely described his child about Dazai, your daughter strangely doesn't like dazai

"You're the one who helped me erase the darkness in my heart... don't leave me s/o..."

Enjoy!

[theodoresgirl]

I see you like dabi... Can you write something with dad dabi??

Dad!Dabi Headcanons

a/n: dabi as a dad, Personally a favorite. Never actually attempt to write it so here we go. lmk if you want more<33

warning: Some 'canon' parts and fan-canon. my personal opinion, delulu.

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★ — Dabi’s the kind of guy to first react negatively towards you saying you’re pregnant. He’s never imagined being a dad, His own pushed him down when he gained a “better” son. It would take some reassurance, Like telling him you believed he would be a great dad, and that he was nothing like his father. He would slowly be open to the idea of being part of the kids life.

★ — Dabi’s by your side whenever he can, between the LOV and planing his pay back to his own dad.

★ — Dabi’s holding your hair when you get sick, He’s bringing you food late at night on his recruitment patrols.

★ — He’ll even bust out his old hair braiding skills (he might be a little rusty at first) to keep it out of your face during hot flashes. he learned braiding with fuyumi’s hair when they were younger.

★ — Dabi keeps you and the baby a complete secret, To make sure he knew that if something happened to him. You and the baby wouldn’t be targeted

★ — Dabi would be terrified to touch your stomach, he isn’t normally a feel bad kind of guy but he didn't wanna accidentally hurt you or the baby. It takes some time before he can rest his hand on your belly or lay his head on it.

★ — He tries to attend at least a few doctor appointments, but he misses the birth because of his identity. He'd get really upset ith

★ — Some time after you have the baby, you and him would be sitting on the couch, The baby was sleeping and he lets slip he wants another one. “to give it a friend” lame excuse but hey, It works. He wouldn’t ask for another one but if you asked he wouldn’t say no.

★ — He first sees his daughter when you come home. He’s right there, He heard you talking outside the door and getting your keys.

★ — He was sitting in a chair at the island counter. Safe to say he’s been there for 3 hours waiting.

★ — For awhile he just sits on the couch while you hold her. He’d be scared, again. He didn’t wanna harm her.

★ — She looked exactly like him at her age. Red hair, teal eyes, a big smile.

★ — Sometimes you’d wake to go the bathroom and see a empty place next to to, and noise in the nursery. Dabi would be sitting in a rocking chair mumbling about who knows what while his little girl just slept on his chest. He’d never admit it though, if you brought it up he’d say you were really tired and hallucinated it. (you didn’t)

★ — His phone lock screen was of course his motorcycle, but his home-screen was a picture of you passed out with baby girl.

★ — Second pregnancy around he would probably be outed as toya, Depending on the outcome (we are gonna go the happy delulu root) he'd have contact with his sister, maybe even natsuo. You drag him out to lunch with his sister.

★ — He'd always have his arms around you, around your waist, on your hips and stomach.

★ — He'd definitely rubs the fact his family loves him to his dad, no doubt. He'd brag about how his daughter is always following him around, and his future partner is perfect and loves him for him.

★ — Dabi also definitely got your daughter to say dada first, Even though it took 2 years she finally said her first word. it would be when you went out with his siblings. He sends you a video of her sitting on the couch in one of those Ariel princess dresses. She clear as day she says 'dada'. He teases you about it a lot.

★ — At first you'll have to force him, but after awhile the only movies that are on the tv at all times was Disney & barbie. (His favorites are Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus & Robin hood)

★ — Dabi would lay down on the floor while his daughter played with his hair and feels his scars.

★ — Dabi also by now stopped using his quirk, which over time slowly his scars began to heal.

★ — He was present for your 2nd child, your sons birth. To say he teared up is a understatement. He stood by your side the whole time, he wasn't willing to miss it this time.

★ — Your son looked again, was a mini dabi, but white hair.

★ — When your daughters quirk forms its just like dabis, She ran into you and his room one morning giggling excitedly about having a cool quirk like her daddy. His face was pure fear, could her skin handle the heat? or was it like his?

★ — Dabi would watch when she'd use her quirk, to make sure she didn't get hurt, and she never did. That made dabi relieved.

[erinfern0]

simon "ghost" riley as a father

dad!simon spent endless hours building the tiny furniture and painting the nursery walls. Of course, all the equipment was picked by you, as he didn't really have a taste for those things. If he were to choose, the room would end up looking like shit.

dad!simon who smiled the whole time as you folded the new clothes and blankets, stealing some of them to feel the fuzzy material, so calming to his growing anxiety.

dad!simon dreamed of this day for so long, but couldn't help the knot in his stomach at the idea of actually being a father. The fear of turning out to be the same as his old man was disgusting, but never left his mind.

dad!simon who discussed every thought and decision with his therapist, making sure he was really prepared. Coming back after every session, he'd sit down with you and discuss everything, being so happy to feel your touch and reassuring words.

dad!simon who thinks it's a true miracle that he lived so long to carry his little kid home. Holding their tiny body in his arms, the love of his life beside him as he stepped into the house.

and now:

girldad!simon who is completely smitten with his little girl, those huge eyes staring at him as if he was some sort of angel.

girldad!simon spends his free time studying how to style her hair, different ponytails and braids, all depending on his princess's wishes

girldad!simon who lets her color in all of his tattoos, watching her trembly hands holding the newest set of body markers.

girldad!simon who teaches her how to defend herself from a very young age, starting with simple lessons on assertiveness and boundaries, through various self-defend practices.

girldad!simon who spoils her rotten, he just can't deny that pouty little face whenever he tells her no. He has his limits, but most of the time she gets all the dresses, toys, and ribbons she gets.

girldad!simon gets a tattoo of her favorite stuffed animal somewhere on his body.

girldad!simon who encourages her passions, especially when it comes to sports because that's one of the few he has any expertise on. He spends a lot of time getting to know others, so he always has topics to talk about.

girldad!simon who feels pity towards any possible love interest that might even think of hurting his little girl.

girldad!simon is often seen walking around the park, holding her hand at all times. All his scary mysteriousness disappears the moment she talks to him, Simon just turns into the sweetest parent in seconds.

girldad!simon always kneels down in front of her so she feels taller.

girldad!simon will watch any show or movie she wants, doesn't matter how 'girly' it is. Secretly enjoys Barbie movies.

girldad!simon watching her grow up and getting into make-up makes him feel very happy, but nostalgic. Reminding himself that not so long ago she was running around and playing with little bugs.

girldad!simon who always drives her around, a personal taxi driver whenever she wants to hang out with her friends.

and:

boydad!simon who focuses on making sure his boy doesn't pick the same field of work as him, no matter how much his boy idolizes him.

boydad!simon who spends most of his time with his son outside, running, playing soccer, or building him some DIY shelters around the house with branches, leaves, and stones. (my ass can't get this out of my head, such a stereotypical polish childhood)

boydad!simon who adores his boy's interest in the military, but like I said, always reminds him to pick something else. This doesn't stop him from spending hours talking about little details and stories.

boydad!simon spoils him by buying him little cars, wooden models, and sports equipment.

boydad!simon makes sure not to push his boy too much into the toxic masculinity he had to grow up with. His son can be as expressive and sensitive as he wants, there's no one to stop him.

boydad!simon who becomes his son's best friend and savior whenever he has nightmares.

boydad!simon tries to be on-trend with electronic devices, spending lots of time to learn how to play his son's favorite video games whenever the little one is asleep, so he can help him if he struggles with a mission/achievement.

boydad!simon who has to make sure his son is a responsible person, giving him adequate punishments so he doesn't think there are no consequences to his actions.

boydad!simon studies dinosaurs just because his son finds them oh so cool. After reading some articles, he finds himself fascinated with them too, sharing all the facts and sources for them.

overall:

dad!simon would do anything to keep his child safe. He'd let the world burn if it meant his little one was the happiest kid on the planet.

dad!simon gets anxious if his kids don't answer him immediately, so he made sure their phones have their locations turned on all the time.

dad!simon doesn't argue with you around the kids, any serious discussion is only between the two of you, so in case emotions take over they never witness it.

dad!simon thinks it's crucial to show up, so he rushes from his deployment to make it to his child's school play or graduation, just to be able to support them.

dad!simon encourages his kids to go and see a psychologist, even if they don't struggle with much. He understands that there are just things important to talk about, but the kid might not want to open up in front of their parents about everything.

dad!simon turned out to be the father his old man could never be. In his kids' eyes, he's a true hero and the best dad they could have.

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[thenickgirl]

nick after aaliyahs first breakup

type: blurb (?) ✩ genre: fluff/comfort ✩ pov: third ✩ word count: 1k

summary: Nick consoles his daughter Aliyah after a breakup

warnings: swearing, a minor swearing, mentions of cheating, use of nicknames/pet names

a/n: a little blurb for my dad!nick au. saurrr i honestly don’t know how long a blurb is supposed to be, and i’m sure i’ve surpassed it, but whatever. i’m so obsessed with the thought of dad nick that i just couldn’t stop writing. anyways, happy reading! ✩

‘And maybe I’ll get used to it

But right now, I just feel like shit’

The family of three sat around the dinner table; Nick, his husband, and their 16 year old daughter, Aliyah.

The pair talked about their day as they always do at dinner, but they began to notice that Aliyah was awfully quiet tonight. Nick was the first to notice, never missing a beat when it comes to his baby girl. He glances over at his husband, who just shrugs, before gently placing a hand on her shoulder, “Liyah, you okay, bunny?” he spoke to her softly.

The young girl didn’t budge, pushing a few grains of rice back and forth on her plate with her fork, too lost in her own thoughts to hear her father trying to get her attention.

“Liyah Jade?” he spoke again, this time a little louder.

“Huh?” the brunette girl snaps out of her thoughts.

“Is everything okay?” the taller man sitting across from her finally spoke up.

“Um, yeah…” Aliyah starts, “Actually, I'm not really hungry. Can I just go to bed?” she asks, her eyes darting between both of theirs, praying they wouldn’t suspect anything.

“But it’s taco night, you love tacos. Are you sure you’re okay? Are you sick, honey?” Nick rambles, reaching his hand up to feel her forehead.

“Dad, please, I’m fine. I just wanna go to bed,” she says, pulling away from his touch, and Nick just nods in approval, taking her plate and wrapping it. The young girl gets up, sauntering to her room. Moments later they hear her bedroom door slam.

“You buying this?” Nick turns to his spouse, his brows raised.

“Not even a little bit. Smells like boy trouble,” the man replies, sighing deeply.

“Shit,” Nick mumbles under his breath.

The pair continued their dinner, as concern lingered in the air about their teenage daughter.

*time skip*

“Knock Knock,” Nick says, peeking his head into his daughter's room.

“Come in,” Aliyah replies weakly, having been crying for the past hour.

She manages to quickly wipe her face clean of tears as he enters. The somber girl was sat Indian style in the middle of her bed, her back pressed against the headboard. Nick approached the queen sized bed, also sitting Indian style in front of her. He takes in her appearance, her hair tossed in a messy bun, instead of the neat french braids she usually wore to bed. Her once bright blue eyes now red, and her lips swollen. His heart ached, wondering what’s got his sweet little girl so down.

“You know you can talk to me, right? No matter what it is,” Nick encourages, and she pulls her knees up to her chest, her arms wrapping around herself for comfort as the tears begin to fall again.

“Oh, Liyah…” Nick says breathlessly, getting up and settling beside his daughter, holding her small frame close to his, and she immediately sobs into his chest. He soothes her, kissing her head, gently rocking.

“What happened, baby? What’s made you so sad?” Nick asks, anxious about what she’s going to say.

“Ryan cheated on me!” Aliyah finally admits, sniffling as she sits up to face her father. Nick’s jaw clenched, and nostrils flared. He could feel his blood beginning to boil, but he knew he had to stay calm in order to console her.

“Bria told me she saw him kissing the new girl outside the gym.” She continues, and Nick looks at her, his eyebrows furrowed as he listens intently to her ramble about the events of today.

“I didn’t want to believe her at first, but she had a picture…It was him, dad! He was kissing her!” Aliyah’s voice cracks, and her father’s heart breaks.

“And when I asked him about her, he said it was nothing, and that I was overreacting. Overreacting, dad! He was kissing another fucking girl, and I’m overreacting?!” She scoffs, folding her arms across her chest.

“So, I asked if he’d rather be with her, and then he didn’t say anything and I-“ the young girl chokes on a sob, and Nick grabs her hand, squeezing it to comfort her.

“I guess it makes sense,” Aliyah trails off, “She’s so much prettier than me,” she whispers breathlessly, a single tear falling to her cheek, and Nick reaches up, wiping it away.

“First of all, you’re my daughter, so I know that’s not true.” Nick rebuttals, and the brunette girl chuckles. “Second of all, that little scrawny, musty, greasy haired, skinny jean wearing idiot didn’t deserve you in the first place.” He continues, brushing her stray hairs behind her ear.

“Boys are dumb, sweetheart, especially boys your age. Never let the stupid things they do make you start thinking differently about yourself. Honey, I know this is your first heartbreak and it sucks, and unfortunately it won’t be your last. But I can promise you, he’s going to be the one crying soon enough. You’re beautiful, smart, funny, creative, and talented. All great qualities you got from me.” He says nudging her arm, and she laughs.

“Oh dad, so modest,” Aliyah teases sarcastically before giggling.

“I’m serious, you’re fucking awesome, kid!” Nick chuckles. “Years ago you couldn’t have paid me to be a dad. But now, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. To this family.” Nick admits, draping his arm around her shoulder, leaning his head against hers.

“I love you, thank you, dad. You always know how to make me feel better.” Aliyah beams, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug, inhaling his scent, finding comfort in his warmth.

“That’s what I’m here for, bunny. You can always talk to me, or dad about anything. I mean it, whatever it is. I'll always be there for you. I love you so much, baby girl.” He says, rubbing her back softly, as they sat in silence for a moment.

“Daddy?” the girl mumbles against his shoulder.

“Hm?” Nick hums, still holding her.

“Can I have my tacos now?” Aliyah mumbles again, and Nick laughs, pulling away to look at her.

“Girl! I fucking knew you wanted those tacos! Come on.”

*time skip*

“So?” the taller framed man utters, as Nick stomps into their shared bedroom.

“I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch, Ryan!” Nick huffs, before continuing, “He fucking cheated on her, babe, MY…I mean, our baby girl.” Nick scoffs, as he paces the floor, mumbling obscenities under his breath.

“Well, unfortunately we can’t kill him, but we could egg his car,” the man suggests, getting up from the bed, smirking.

Nick’s lips curl into a devilish grin, “You start the car, I’ll get the eggs!”

—

✎ signed,

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 ✩

a/n: guys i’ve never written in third person before, so i’m sorry for the repetitive descriptions of the characters. i don’t actually know what i’m doing 😭

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[agendabymooner]

☏ ALO-INDUCED CHAOS, fa14 voicemail blurb (f)

☏ MOONY’S VOICEMAIL — a series in which formula one drivers send a voicemail to the reader. what about? prompts may vary. (maybe fluff or smut, idk)

voicemail summary: fernando called his wife in hopes of finding his son’s race suit as chaos occurred in the alonso household. thankfully, his daughter was sane enough to assist him and her siblings as they prepared to head out for the race.

content warning: dad!fernando x nameless mom!reader, literally blurb, humour/fluff, dad!fernando and the mini alos (from this smau series), brief spanish dialogue, dad!nando in his prime (sarcastic as hell but you know), sassy mini nando (reyna)

note: i have not slept for a day straight 🤧 enjoy this blurb xx

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“mi amor, i don’t know where you are right now but i’m just wondering if you know where frederico’s race suit might be?” fernando asked through the voicemail, a hint of panic in his tone as he said, “i told him to get it from the laundry room before we got ready but—“

“pa!” a voice called from the entryway or wherever fernando was as they continued to speak, “i’ve helped tino and tiago put on their shoes and they have their jackets on! ¿podemos irnos ahora?” can we go now? 

fernando replied back to the voice, “and their bags? all good?”

“sì,” the voice replied, “can we go now? you haven’t even braided my hair yet, papa!”

“reyna, i’m talking to your mother,” fernando told the voice, now named reyna, with a slight scolding tone. “can you help your big brother find his race suit? por favor?” 

“ugh- frederico,” reyna stomped off.

“reyna severina alonso, your feet,” fernando called, “stop stomping them or i’ll cut ‘em off.” 

“we’re running late to the race, pa!” reyna argued back. 

“i know we are, that’s why please help your brother find his suit,” fernando told his daughter. the girl had already gone off before another pair of feet began making their way to where fernando was.

“paaaaa,” another voice said, “which helmet should i use?”

fernando sighed deeply. “frederico, amor—“

“sì?” his eldest son, frederico or freddy, asked him with a glint of curiosity in his tone.

“how many heads do you have?” fernando asked, his sarcastic self showing despite speaking to his own son. he couldn’t help it— they were about to run late to freddy’s race. and freddy was here asking him about which helmet to use.

“you gotta pick one, mi corazon— preferably quickly because you’re gonna miss your race,” fernando told freddy as nicely as he could. 

“okay, okay-i’ll do that,” freddy let out a sigh. 

another pair of feet had stomped into the room as reyna’s voice dragged out the name, “freddyyyyyy!”

“rey, what did i say about your feet?” fernando warned his daughter. 

“i’m sorry, papa— but your son is so so silly,” fabrics shifted as freddy gasped. reyna then continued, “that he couldn’t even find his own race suit in his own room— in his own closet.”

fernando sighed in relief. “you are a delightful girl, rey.”

“oh, sweet! gracias, hermana!” freddy said happily before taking the race suit from his sister and running off. 

fernando then called out, “five minutes and we’re leaving, freddy!” 

“sì! i’ll be down as soon as possible!” freddy’s voice echoed down the hallway. 

the father-daughter duo fell into silence as reyna said, “papa, why is it that every time you and freddy are struggling to find something it’s always me and mama who find them?”

fernando sighed, “don’t get too mouthy now, mi vida.”

“mama said it’s because you two always find with your mouth- not with your eyes,” reyna giggled hysterically once fernando began to tickle her sides. “don’t tickle me, pa! mama’s right!”

“yeah yeah- whatever, c’mon let’s braid your hair before we go.” 

— beep —

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All for you | Carl Gallagher

pairing: Carl Gallagher x female!reader

show: Shameless

warnings: angst, fluff, smut (the reader and Carl are 18 years old in this ff)

summary: Carl is challenged that he can get your money, if he makes you fall in love with him. He loves the challenge until he loves something else more...

authors note: sorry for so many pov switched, I didnt notice it, when I first wrote this ff. Also I haven't had the chance to watch all the seasons yet, but I still hope that Carl's character is somewhat accurate :))

Carl's pov

"Frank, goddamit youre no help! Why are you even lying around here - oh forget it, I don't want to hear it." Fiona's voice echoes in the room, while the entire Gallagher household is present.

The everyday discussion has been going on for too many minutes in which I could have done something better. The damn question “How do we get enough money?”

Lip at college, Ian with his gangster boyfriend, my shitty sister with her kid and then Liam. This family is screwed. No wonder with a father like Frank.

As the argument continues to escalate, I have the misfortune of sitting right next to him.

"You care to share some money, son?" Of course, my attempts to ignore him are unsuccessful.

"The drug trade doesn't always work out so well, but the weapon thing was something. You could give one to your good old dad, you know what the neighborhood is like." I run my hands through my hair in frustration, shaking my head.

"Just get one or two girls pregnant at school, then all of our problems are solved. But she has to be rich. After all, you want to get your hard work paid." Why the hell am I still here?

"You used to be more enthusiastic about my ideas. If you don't want to do play daddy, then use your charm. When I was your age, my cock was enough and the girls were happy."

"Be fucking quiet, no one wants to hear about your pathetic youth." It's no use, he keeps talking.

"I'm only saying, If you make a rich girl fall in love with you, then you can get money to do something nice for your family."

As I get up and walk away from him I take a breath, the tension caused by this idiot sucks.

Still, his words got me thinking. Maybe there's a new girl who would be perfect for this job...

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Your pov

When I moved here, I wasn't sure what to expect. New school, maybe mean classmates and bad cafeteria food. That I might be able to join a group and make friends, people who laugh with me in class or go to the cinema together on weekends.

I was prepared to get lost in the hallways a few times, perhaps to be peppered with embarrassing questions by the teachers. I had even prepared myself for being called a nerd again and therefore spending my lunch breaks alone.

Then things turned out differently. I met two girls who, although they scared me at first with their need to gossip all the time, are good people at heart.

They studied with me (meaning they told me the newest gossip and braided my hair while I did our homework), showed me the city and its pitfalls. I felt comfortable, prepared and confident for what awaited me here.

Oh lord, was I wrong.

On a Thursday in the middle of the week I met a boy who messed everything up. Literally.

I met him when he was running through the halls twenty minutes late, but stupidly didn't pay attention to me, who was about to cross his path. Let's put it this way, it ended with my books on the floor, my jacket hanging off my shoulder, and his hair being a huge mess.

When he looked at me, I expected to hear something like "sorry" or "I'll help you."

You want to know what he said?

"Cute top. Let me know if you need help taking it off."

Then he got up casually and walked into the classroom across the hallway, a grin on his face as if he had won the Bachelor title.

After this encounter two things became very clear to me. 1. Look both ways when crossing the halls and 2. Stop daydreaming about this boy, even if he has beautiful blue eyes.

The first thing worked better than the second.

After a few descriptions, which actually only consisted of "incredibly impudent and incredibly good-looking", it was explained to me who I was dealing with.

Carl Gallagher. A boy who has lived here since he was born, someone who is rumoured to be more dangerous than the Italian Mafia.

Even though I thought that was exaggerated, I quickly realized that I should stay away from him and that he meant trouble.

Aside from the fact that I wasn't going to be in the situation of talking to him again anyway, my eyes couldn't stop themselves from looking at him.

There was something that defined him, something that made me want to watch a grin creep across his face when he made an inappropriate joke, how he would push his blonde hair back and his eyes would shine mischievously, as if he had already planned the next bank robbery.

I wasn't the only one who found his charisma attractive tho, of course not when he looked like one of God's angels, but he never really seemed interested in other girls. At least not with any serious intent, you might hear him flirting or making comments about his free bed, but you would never saw him in a relationship.

He never held hands or kissed anyone, had a real smile on his face or said sweet things, he was just Carl.

Suggestive, hot-tempered and like a flag that proclaimed: Stay away from me, because you will lose this fight.

I also felt that if I continued to watch him, I would lose the battle for platonic feelings towards him too.

"Please don't tell me you're looking at our school bad boy again. You better be careful, he might want to sell you a gun." Kenzie's voice makes me sigh.

"These are just rumors. Besides, it's not my fault, he's just -" Her hand on my shoulder interrupts me.

"We know, you have heart eyes every time you talk about him. There are so many great guys in this world, I'm not saying at this school, but you choose this one?" Her look says more than a thousand words as she looks over at Carl, who is pushing his way trough the crowd.

"I'm not in love, just curious. Those are two different things, okay?" Her eyebrows raise.

"You mean, curious how his lips would feel on yours?" Her laughter at my expression is lost in the sounds of the cafeteria.

"Very funny." I murmur to her, food forgotten on my plate. When the school bell rings, I stand up and pick up my backpack.

"My class is canceled now, but I'm going to the library. Will you meet me later?" As I walk backwards I see her thumbs up and the hearts she makes in Carl's direction. My reaction is two quick middle fingers.

As I walk out of the school building, I check my phone and tie my hair into a braid. The library is a few blocks away and the cool air makes me shiver.

When I get there and wave to the boy at the entrance, I turn to my favorite department. Call it cliche, but I love romance books. I mean, I don't know what it feels like to love someone with all my heart, but that doesn't mean I don't love reading about it.

The books I actually need are a few rows away. History, literature, everything I am assigned to get for school.

As I stroke over a few tapes and finally pull out a book to read the first few pages, I hear a noise next to me that makes me look up. After all, the library is usually a pretty quiet place.

As I look into the familiar blue eyes, I feel my cheeks turn red.

I have to stop myself from staring.

"Always a book in your hand, I see." Oh his voice hasn't changed. I try to shrug casually as I answer, but I'm not sure if it actually works.

"Aren't you going to be late for class again?" At my sarcasm he smiles, he takes a step in my direction which weakens my control over my voice.

"I thought I would learn something somewhere else too." These coded words make me swallow.

"So, you're here often?" I almost think he's not answering me, but maybe I'm just not concentrating, because I'm paying too much attention to every mole on his face.

"Actually, I didn't even know this shitty town had a library." His words make me laugh, but several requests to be quiet around us, make me whisper in response.

"Then why are you here?" I think my breathing stops as his hand brushes my fingers that are still holding the book.

"You're here." I feel my heart beating nervously faster, I probably look pretty confused and when I notice his grin, something flutters in my chest.

"No interest in books, huh?" Can my answer actually be any lamer?

"Dont worry, I have a newfound interest in you."

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Your pov

If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I would become friends with Carl Gallagher, I would have found the idea absolutely crazy. To be honest, I still find the situation insane, but damn my cheeks still turn just as red when he's with me as they did the first time.

It turns out that he really has no interest in books, even though he visited me at the library almost every day since we met in the romance department.

I've never met anyone like him, funny and couragous without any reserve, always looking for trouble, acting self-confident. But also sweet.

He's like a current that pulls you along, like a wind that blows so hard that you fly with it. He feels like freedom and it is wonderful.

He makes me laugh, he carries my books, plays with my hair, walks home with me. In such a short time I feel like he didn't knock on the doors to my heart, instead he made a home there.

Maybe this is what it feels like to fall in love.

It's not a gentle announcement, more of a realization that makes you incredibly desperate and happy at the same time.

But with him I actually just feel happy.

"Ready, sunshine?" As soon as I come out of the classroom, he comes towards me and takes my bag from me. My heart jumps at his gesture, which feels like winning the Olympics.

"You're crazy, where do you even want to go?" He has something planned but won't tell me. When he puts his arm around my shoulder and I lean against him, I get a few sideways glances from our classmates.

Carl ignores everyone like always, it's crazy but the way he's so confident is pretty attractive to me.

"Does the guy in your cheesy books also tell you where they go on dates? I bet not, so just wait."

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"It feels like you're kidnapping me."

I feel his smile on my back and have to giggle quietly at his response.

"Mh, I plan to do that. But only for a few hours, otherwise my head will roll tomorrow. Your father takes your curfew pretty seriously."

I feel his hands on my hips, guiding me forward, hear the birds chirping around us, but can't figure out where we're going.

"Just a few more steps, baby. Then you'll see." As he promised, it is only a few meters away and when I see a small, calm lake, my mouth falls open in surprise.

"Carl, oh my God! It's wonderful here, thank you so much." I turn around in his grip and look at him, his smile reflects the love that I feel.

"Yeah? How much do you like it?" As his eyes focus on my lips, I feel a tingling feeling in my stomach. Slowly, my fingers stroke his chest and I see him swallow, even though he tries to hide it.

"I think it's incredibly beautiful here, I love it. And...I really like you." I shyly lower my gaze, my words are met with an unknown silence that makes me anxious after a few seconds. But when I look up at him again, he pushes a strand of my hair out of my face.

"To me, you are much more beautiful than this sight. I like you too and I thought that was pretty obvious." I smile broadly, butterflies fly around in my stomach and as the sun illuminates his face, I feel incredibly happy.

"You're so nice to me, I don't know how I deserve this." An expression crosses his face, but when I blink he smiles at me again.

"After all, you are the first person who explained the topics for the history exam to me, without giving up." My hand cups his cheek.

"I wouldn't give you up, you've become too important to me." As I stand on my tiptoes, our lips brush, his hand is on my back and pushes me closer to him.

"You are an angel." With his words we kiss and everything else around us blurs, only he remains. Everything is unimportant except him, standing in front of me, so handsome, that it is difficult not to look at him.

"Come on, let's go for a swim." As he pulls me towards the lake, you can hear our loud laughter in the air.

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Carl's pov

"When are you going to collect the money? You've been with her for the last three months and nothing has come of it." Frank's annoying voice frustrates me more than anything else.

"I am working on it. Besides, she's actually really caring." When I see the dismissive hand gesture in my direction, I roll my eyes.

"You are completely wrong, son. A person is there for a certain period of time, but money? Money accompanies you throughout your life, especially if you buy beautiful bottles of the best alcohol."

I sink into the sofa, but want to turn away when I feel his hand on my shoulder.

"If you put it off any longer, it will be harder to get out of the situation. Girls your age will start planning to get married, if you stay with them for months."

But when he leaves, I feel conflicted. Can I really do this to her?

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Carl's pov

"Happy birthday!" Her voice makes me jump and, confused, I turn around on the bench to look into her excited eyes.

"Why are you jumping around like that? Are you practicing for cheerleading?" I'm making fun of her, but the smile on her face doesn't fade.

"No, idiot. I'm just really curious to see how you react to your gift." My breath catches for a moment as I take in her words.

"You got me something?" When she leans forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek while pressing the bag into my lap, I start to smile too.

"Open!" Her encouragement breaks me out of my trance and I quickly tear up the paper, looking at the tickets with wide eyes.

"But...these tickets cost a fortune? Did you sell your liver or something?" When I look at her, she smiles back at me.

"I talked to my dad and he agreed that you deserve something special for your birthday. Are you happy?" As I look at the cards, I suddenly feel a pang in my heart. It must be showing on my face, because her happiness is also fading away.

"Do you not like it? I thought it was your favorite team? I can get you something else." When I look at her, I quickly pull her between my legs and kiss her.

"Shh, breathe angel. It's perfect, thank you. And well, your father. It's just a lot of money." Her hands play with the fabric of my shirt.

"You always say that. Do you have problems at home, with money, I mean? I've never been to your place, I don't even know where you live." What should I say to her now?

"It's okay." Her raised eyebrows look at me reproachfully, making me sigh.

"Each of us has to contribute a certain amount of money every month and if I don't sell fucking drugs, it will be tight." Her astonished look makes me pause and I gently stroke her arms.

Before I can say anything else, she kisses me. I look at her in surprise.

"What's that for?" She smiles shyly, looks at the floor for a moment before looking at me again.

"You're just so honest, I admire that. And that you've never asked me for anything, you know. That I lend you some money."

Fuck. Shit. What do I say?

"Yeah, I mean, I don't want to burden you with that-" but she interrupts me again, her concentrated expression makes me curious.

"What's going on in your pretty head?" My hands wander over her sides.

"It's the end of the month, how much are you missing?" I frown in confusion, but when she doesn't let it go, I tell her the amount.

"$240, the rest I earned by helping in the neighborhood." But despite the high sum, she just nods, looks at me again and gives me another kiss.

"Okay, maybe I'll be your sugar mommy." I have to laugh at the absurdity, but the longer she grins at me, the more I think she means it.

"What, are you serious? Thats fucking crazy, how am I supposed to pay you back?" Her eyes look around, but since the classroom is relatively empty during recess, she finds herself between my legs again. She slowly lets her hand wander down my stomach until she squeezes my cock through my clothes and I close my eyes in delight.

"Hmm, maybe you could help me relax between classes." Her eyes sparkle mischievously and I look at her with a grin.

"Anything you want, sugar."

Let's put it this way, the next few weeks the breaks were filled with kissing in the back corner of the classroom, dry humping on the toilet or Carl doing his best to pleasure me with his tongue in the caretaker's room, like now.

"Ahh-, Carl. I'll cum if you keep that up." His head has disappeared under my skirt, his fingers are stroking the bare skin of my thigh and the sinful movements of his tongue are making me see stars.

As he adds a finger and runs it over my folds, slowly until he inserts it, he looks at me again.

"You coming for me? Yeah, be a good girl or do you want to get caught by the old janitor grandpa spreading your legs for me?" As my eyes roll back, he pumps another finger into me, scissoring it thoroughly and hitting that sweet spot inside me.

When I moan loudly, he grins.

"You like that? Just wait until I bury my cock in you and you cant walk straight afterwards, so that everyone will notice." When his finger presses my clitoris, I see white and as I come I try to muffle the sounds with my hand over my mouth.

When I get off my high, I blindly search for my panties. But Carl beats me first.

"Hmm, no. I think I'll keep it as a little souvenir. Maybe you can get it back when you come to my house later." I don't know what surprises me more: that he wants me to run around exposed at school or that I'm invited to his house for the first time.

"Really? I'd like to come." But he interprets my words differently, his fingers stroke my entrance again and I moan and squeeze my eyes shut.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Very well and for a very long time." When the bell rings, he lets go of me and I whimper slightly.

"Carl-" but he interrupts me by pulling back and straightening my skirt.

"I'm sure our agreement was between recess, now it's class time. Come on, I'll make it up to you later."

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Your pov

As we ride the bus toward his home, I take his hand and intertwine our fingers.

"But don't expect a mansion or any of that shit." Ever since we left school, he has been bad-mouthing his hometown every free minute he has.

"Don't worry, I'll only have eyes for you anyway." The statement makes him laugh and he relaxes a little. As we get out and walk a little way along the street, we are watched by a few people.

"Why are so many people staring at us?" When he look at me, I'm obviously confused.

"Not everyone here wears designer clothes that cost several thousand dollars. If you come here more often, they'll call you a princess." Giggling, I slap him on the arm and as we climb the stairs to his house, I look around curiously.

"So this is where you grew up." His shoulders shrug casually, but I see him trying to gauge my reaction.

"Yeah, where in the world could it be nicer?" I laugh at his sarcastic comment and we both smile at each other as we enter the house.

I hear him calling into the house, then a girl with red hair appears, carrying a baby.

"You must be Debbie, the little one is so adorable." When I hold out my hand, she just looks at Carl with her eyebrows still raised.

"What did you do to end up with her? Also my daughter's name is Franny and yes, I know condoms exist." Surprised, I don't know exactly how to answer, so I leave it to Carl.

"My tongue is magic, Debs. Too bad you won't find out yourself anytime soon, Derek has moved away. By the way, Franny seems hungry." I'm unsure of the dynamic between the two of them, as she turns away and walks away, I resist the urge to say goodbye.

"That was...nice." His hand pulling me towards the stairs distracts me.

"She's a real ray of sunshine, come on. The others aren't back yet, so you can be as loud as you want this time."

When we get upstairs, he leads me into his room and I look at the magazines, posters and little things scattered everywhere.

"Cleaning and you are definitely not friends, huh?" I laugh at my joke, but Carl has other plans than letting me inspect his room.

He puts his hands on my hips and pushes me against the closed door, my breath catches as his eyes find mine.

"Do you want to keep playing housemaid? Then put on a damn maid costume, otherwise keep your eyes on me." At his stern voice, I press my thighs together and, grinning, I drag my fingers across his chest once again.

"Would you like that? Me on the floor, my ass in the air, and no underwear? Oh wait, what a coincidence that I'm not wearing any now either." His eyebrows raise, I see his eyes darken with lust.

"Let's save this little fantasy for another time, right now I just want to see you on my cock." Smiling, I lean towards him and start kissing him. I loosen the belt I bought him and pull him closer to me by his waistband.

"I think I did well today. After all, I didn't complain about getting through the school day without underwear. Do I get my reward now?" Grinning, he takes off my top and looks at my lace bra.

"Everything you want." He drops to his knees in front of me and kisses his way along my thighs, lifts my skirt and presses a kiss to my folds. Slowly he moves his tongue higher and kisses my stomach, I lean my head against the door.

"Does that feel good?" I just nod, burying my hand in his hair as he puts his mouth on me again.

"Ahh- Carl, I want you now." His fingers stretch me, the wetness running down my legs, making me tremble.

"You got me, sweetheart. What do you want me to do?" His head lifts to look at me and I place my fingers around his chin, seeing the moisture on his lips.

"I've been prepared enough, I want your dick now. Let's see if it's as magical as your tongue." Grinning, he stands up and lifts me up, lays me on my back on his bed and lies down between my legs.

He places a few kisses on my legs, then stretches up on his elbows so he's hovering over me. Then he kisses my cheek and my lips, lets his tongue slide over them and lets me taste myself.

I run my fingers through his blonde hair and pull his body closer to me. When he pulls a condom out of his pocket, I hold my breath.

"You still want to do this?" His look calms all the worries I had. I nod, stroking my fingers over his heated cheek.

"I trust you." His next kiss is passionate, his hands gliding over my body, caressing every bit of exposed skin. I lift my back off the mattress and let him take off my bra. His head lowers to run his tongue over my navel. As he sucks on them, I moan softly.

One of his hands starts kneading my breasts and when I try to take off my skirt, he stops me.

"Leave it on, okay?" I kiss him in response.

His hand strokes my sides and my own hands rest on his shoulders as he presses the tip of his cock against my entrance.

"Ready, baby?" When I agree, he presses himself into me and for a moment I have to squint my eyes because it hurts.

Then I feel several gentle kisses on my cheek, my forehead and my lips. His attempts to distract me work and as I become more and more relaxed, he slides further into me.

Slowly he presses his hips against me, the stretch so great that I can feel him all the way into my stomach. He waits for a moment, whispering sweet things in my ears until they get dirty and I beg him to move.

My hands wrap around his shoulders as he thrusts into me for the first time, the air around us thickening as he grunts and a moan escapes me.

"You're doing so well, God, you feel so good." His hips move faster and faster, the pleasure spreads through my body and the wetter I feel, the easier he slides in and out of me.

"You are perfect, my perfect girl. Do you feel good?" His hands stroke my skin, gently pinching my nipples, playing with them and making me squirm beneath him.

As he grips my hips and pushes himself harder into me, my head starts to spin. My noises get louder.

"Carl- god, please go harder" And so he does, the room is filled with the sounds of our bodies and sweat forms on us.

"Baby, do you want to ride me? You have such pretty thighs." I nod and when he pulls out of me I can't think clearly, I just want him to fill me up again.

He leans back and as I stabilize myself on his shoulders, I sink back onto him. The feeling is even better that my eyes roll back. His hands grasp my hips, helping me move.

"That's right, baby. You're doing so good, riding my cock like the good girl you are." At his words, I tighten my grip on him and he curses as I move harder on top of him.

The faster I go, the more exhausting it becomes, but as I feel a knot forming in my stomach, I ride him so fast just to chase my pleasure.

Then suddenly as he hits my spot inside me over and over again, I go boneless on him and melt in his arms. My come drips all over him and as he continues to fuck me, reaching his own climax, I tremble in his grip.

"Just a few more thrusts, baby. Ah, keep holding on to me." Even though I have lost my strength, I move on him a few more times until he comes and I lay my head on his shoulder.

We're both breathing heavily, but everything feels so good, so warm and comfortable, that I don't want to move a single muscle anymore.

He carefully pulls out of me, I moan slightly at the loss. He gently lays me back on his pillow and gives me a kiss before throwing the condom away.

He pulls the blanket over us and puts his arm around me to pull me closer. I snuggle up to him and feel so safe that I quickly press my lips to his skin.

"That was wonderful." He also presses a kiss on my hair.

"That was incredible, you are the best. I can't wait to do it again." Our embrace becomes tighter. For a moment the room is silent.

When I whisper his name, he hums in response.

"I know it's cliche to say something like that after the first time. But I just feel it so much that it hurts to keep it to myself. I love you." As I lie on his chest I hear his heart stop for a moment and then it starts beating much faster.

"I- no one has ever said that to me before." When I raise my head and look at him, he doesn't look at me. Instead, his eyes are fouced on the ceiling.

"I just want you to know. I don't want to put any pressure on you to say it. I just thought you should hear it. You know, now that things are serious between us." Again he is silent and I start to worry, but then he looks at me.

"You are truly the most incredible person I have ever met. I consider myself very lucky." He smiles at me, then leans down and we kiss for a moment. It feels like heaven.

We lay there for a few minutes, just cuddling and telling each other how our day was. We laugh and as the sun slowly sets, I start to get dressed.

"I wish I could stay here with you. But you know what my parents are like." He leans back on his elbow, watching me get dressed and contact my parents to pick me up.

"Hmm, I think we would do it again. If you stayed here tonight, I mean." I smile at him, sit down on his bed for a moment and ruffle his hair.

"I wouldn't mind, darling." The nickname makes him blush and when he leans forward to kiss me, I playfully push him away.

"I have to go, are you coming down with me?" He nods, feigning annoyance, and as we walk out of his room, he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me towards him.

He steals his kiss there, but more than that he steals my heart.

We smile at each other and for this moment everything is just perfect. We go downstairs and just as we are back in the living room we hear a door open loudly.

A visibly drunk man stumbles in. I see Carl tense up next to me, staring at the stranger angrily. I quietly lean towards him to whisper my question.

"Who is that?" When he rolls his eyes, I get a bad feeling.

"That's my father, great isn't it?" The man in front of me is dirty, has unkempt hair and an unpleasant smile on his face.

"Should I ask my parents if you can stay overnight?" My gaze is more focused on the man than on Carl.

But he just shakes his head, and just as he is about to answer, the man sees us too.

"Oh, my son! It's so good to see you, not really, but I'll take your bed. Fiona has mine. Is that your little girlfriend? She looks expensive, very good catch. How much money did you rip her off? I hope it's worth it to go through all this drama." I frown in confusion, but when Carl freezes next to me, I become uncertain.

"What does he mean by that?" This time my gaze is directed solely at Carl.

"Nothing, he's drunk-" but before he can finish, the man does.

"How rude of me, I am Frank. The proud father of this child, at least one of my descendants has made something of himself and used his talent. He has my good genes, the good looks and I teach him the tricks. Like exploiting an innocent, very very rich girl for money. It doesn't bother you, I hope? You seem to have enough, but I hope my son returns the favor to you."

The words catch me so off guard that I can't move. I don't believe anything this man says until I see the guilty look on Carl's face.

"W-what? That's a lie, right? Tell me he's lying, Carl." As he runs his hands through his hair and tries to answer me, Frank speaks again.

"Oh, you haven't confessed to her yet? My fault, I should have waited. I didn't think you would humiliate this girl for so long. I told you this wouldn't end well." But Carl ignores him completely when he notices me moving away from him.

"Wait, I'm sorry. It wasn't like that-" But I interrupt him, already feeling tears gathering in my eyes.

"So what happened? You act like you don't want any money from me and-" Carl's look becomes frustrated.

"You offered me your money! You said if I matched it, everything would be fine for you." I'm almost speechless, is this all a nightmare?

"Are you serious? I offered it to you because you weren't asking for it. And now I find out it was your plan from the beginning? You just talked to me, just spent time with me to get my money? Who does that?" Frank's voice intervenes.

"I invented the strategy, my dear. It's turning out to be quite useful." But I don't pay attention to him, I just look at Carl.

"Please, I'm sorry. Yes, it was meant that way in the beginning, but it's different now. I-" My tears flow when he admits it and any feeling of happiness disappears. All that remains is betrayal and sadness.

"You what? What am I saying, you were probably happy that I only wanted you in return. I'm such an idiot. You didn't just take my money, you took my first time too!" As he comes towards me, I step back.

"Listen to me, I didnt force you to do all this for me. You wanted it." The more he talks the more desperate I feel and the greater my anger becomes.

"You idiot! I thought you liked me! I thought you finally noticed me too." My sobs get louder and my vision blurs. When he tries to grab my face, I slap him.

"My cue to go. I can see that you're sorting it out between yourselves just fine." Frank's footsteps fading away are nothing compared to the sound of my heart breaking.

"I like you, I really like you. At first it wasn't my intention to start a relationship with you, but then I got to know you and-" Every word that escapes him is only worse.

"Stop talking! You know what the worst thing is that I liked you for so long before you even talked to me. And I thought it was a miracle when you first spoke to me in the libary. I should have listened to the others, you only care about yourself!" I wipe the tears from my cheeks, wishing I could be anywhere but here.

Then before he can say anything, I turn around and run out of the house. But I hear him following me.

"Wait! Don't just walk away, I have to get this straight. Hey!" He catches me, turns me around and holds my tear-stained face in his hands.

"I'm an idiot, I know that. I'm sorry for hurting you. I- God, I love you. You hear me? I love you too. Please stay." But I just shake my head and try to free myself from his grip.

"How do I know if that isn't a lie too? You've betrayed me, I can't talk to you now." When my car pulls up, I get in without turning around. I don't look back, even though his loud curse can be heard throughout the whole neighborhood.

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Your pov

I spend the next few days without saying much, but I cried almost the whole time.

I miss him incredibly, not a day has gone by in the last few months when I haven't seen him and now I've been alone for three days.

I wish he was here, but on the other hand I am so hurt and feel terrible. He is the reason for this.

I wish I had never found out. I wish he had never done it, never lied to me. Didn't use me for money, but worst of all, I don't know if he even likes me.

Today is the first day that I go back to school. Even though I put on make-up, choose a nice outfit and listen to my favorite songs to distract myself, I can only think of him.

His blonde hair, his beautiful eyes, the way his lips felt. How he felt inside me. Then I remember that he loves me and how he finally said it, something I have wanted to hear for so long.

But then I think about what he did and everything feels empty again.

As I enter the school, my friends come to meet me. They already know what happened, they all hug me and I feel a little better.

Until I see him.

And he sees me too. It takes all my effort to avert my gaze. To get my books out of my cupboard, but then I have to stop because he is not standing next to me offering to carry them.

I take it myself, close my door, but before I can go any further, he is standing in front of me. My heart stops. Oh, how his eyes shine.

"Do you need help?" His eyes focus on the books and I have to swallow several times before I can answer.

"No, I have to go to class now." But as I try to walk past him, he stops me.

"You don't answer my texts, you don't call me back. I'm not allowed into your house and you avoid me at school. What can I do? Please tell me what I need to do, so you forgive me." I laugh, but it is without humor.

"What can you do? Move."

I can see his shock, but he still doesn't step aside.

"Can't you hear me? I said-" but he walks toward me until I'm forced to lean my back against the lockers.

His eyes find mine.

"I can't sleep. And when I do, I dream of you. There's a - a hole in my heart that only you can fill. It hurts and I hate not being with you. It's even worse to be here, when you don't look at me the way you usually do. You don't smile at me, God, you don't look like you're in love with me anymore. It's hell."

Tears gather in my eyes, his words are so desperate, it hurts to see him like this.

"Maybe you should have thought about that before you took advantage of me. Before you slept with me." A tear runs down my cheek and I know my mascara is smudging.

"I know, I know. And I feel so bad, I'll do anything to make it right. Just tell me."

When I look into his eyes, my heart also hurts.

"Move, Carl. I can't see you now." This time he lets go of me and I go to class with tears in my eyes.

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Your pov

It's been four weeks since we last spoke, but it doesn't hurt any less to see him. Even if I don't let him talk to me, he doesn't give up.

He puts flowers in my locker, chocolate, and notes full of apologies and sweet promises.

Everything warms my heart, but it still feels like this money thing is unresolved between us. I know now that he likes me, very much in fact, as he makes it clear, but that doesn't change the real problem.

That he used me for my money.

As I leave school that day, I feel exhausted and, as I often do, I wish I had his arms around me.

Holding me tight, his lips kissing me, loving me.

As I wait for my father's car, I suddenly hear his familiar throat clearing. With my heart pounding, I turn around and see him smiling uncertainly at me.

"I know what I had to do and now I've done it. Here." He gives me an envelope and I take it uncertainly.

"Carl, your letters are flattering, but-" He quickly interrupts me.

"No, it's something else. Open it." The deja vu hits me unexpectedly and I slowly open the envelope, the content leaves me speechless.

"What is that supposed to be?" It's rhetorical, but I ask anyway.

"All the money I owe you. What you've kindly given me, I pay it back. Every cent. You can count." He looks so proud, I almost have to laugh.

"How- did you rob a bank?" He grins contentedly at my reaction.

"An old grandma." This time I laugh and he comes closer to me, slowly taking my hands.

"No, seriously. How did you do that?" He looks at me lovingly.

"Working in the kitchen every day after school, I found a part-time job with Fiona. The payment is bad, but it was worth it. I understand that money was the problem and well, that I wasn't honest to you." As I lower the envelope, we look at each other.

"Promise, no more secrets?"

He smiles and suddenly the world is a brighter place.

"Promise, but we continue one of our agreements." I raise my eyebrows questioningly, seeing him grin as he leans toward me, his breath brushing against my lips and he whispers:

"I'll still spend my breaks with you in the janitor's room."

The laughter that escapes me gets interrupted, when his lips meet mine.

[jinxsleftmiddlefinger]

timebomb highschool au

(part 1)

(p2 here)(read on ao3)

description: timebomb highschool au pretty much sums it up lol. there’s also canon storylines (vander death, vi conflict etc.) but translated into a modern context 👍👍

warnings: none

Jinx was not the most popular girl at Zaun High; but she was one of the most notorious. She was a cheerleader, pretty, always wore a crop top, so her higher ranking on the high school social hierarchy was understandable. Her affinity for pranks just had to be a slight quirk.

The vandalism on the school walls, toilets exploding in the girls bathroom, glitter bombs in classrooms, the blue haired delinquent did it all. Her name was constantly being called on the intercom, and yet she never got expelled. 

Today was another one of those days. As Jinx walked down the hallway, happy to be yet again skipping class for a visit to her lovely principal’s office.

Except, today, there was something different in the office. A new boy. 

Jinx walked into the office, tossing her singular braid over her shoulder. 

“Hey, Sevika,” She leaned against the receptionists desk. “Here for another visit.” 

“Don’t call me by my first name at school, Jinx. We’ve talked about this.” Sevika deadpanned

“Oh, come on!” Jinx pouted. “We have family connections, Sev. Don’t I get special privileges?”

“We are not family, Jinx.”

“But, like, technically…”

The receptionist raised an unamused eyebrow.

Jinx was stopped from arguing with the gloomy woman by the boy standing over by the door to the office, holding a black backpack in his hands and looking nervous.

Haven’t seen him before, She considered. Pretty cute.

He shifted forward shyly, clearing his throat. He was trying to get Sevika’s attention.

Jinx studied his dark skin and muscly arms and smirked. Really cute.

“Hello!” She smacked her arm down on the table. “You new here? No worries, I have close connections with the faculty! I’ll get ya fixed right up!” She winked at him.

“Uh, yeah.” He cleared his throat for the second time. “It’s my first day.” 

Sevika looked up from her computer screen. “Name?”

“Ekko.”

“Mhm.”

Jinx watched the interaction curiously. She wondered how this boy, Ekko, was going to fit into Zaun High. She wondered if she should warn him to go back where he came from, because this school is nothing but trouble. 

“And I’m Jinx!” She added to the conversation.

She watched him consider the slight strangeness of her name, her odd demeanour. “Nice to meet you.” He nodded.

“Jinx!” A voice called from the back. 

“That’s my cue.” She skipped back to where Silco’s voice had come from. 

He sighed when she walked into the room and plopped herself down on a chair, rubbing his temples with a tired look on his face. “Seriously? Water bucket above the door again?” 

She blinks innocently at him.

“Honestly, Jinx, if you’re going to keep pulling these ridiculous, immature pranks, at least get creative.”

Having your adoptive father as the principal of your school was pretty awesome. Especially for someone like Jinx. When people asked her how she stayed in business, she always just winked and giggled. Telling people that the reason you never really got in trouble was because you were family with the principal wasn’t exactly a non consequential thing.

“I’ll try better next time.” Jinx promises, yawning into her hand. “What do you think about five water buckets rigged above the door?”

Silco shook his head, standing from his office chair. He walked to the other side of the desk and looked down at his adoptive daughter. “If you do it, please do it to Mr. Willams. I cannot stand that man.” 

She laughed and stood up, hugging him tight. “Thanks, dad. You’re the best principal! I can leave now, right?”

“Not so fast.” 

She cursed internally. She would never say it out loud, but she was desperate to get outside and help that cute Ekko boy with his schedule. New students were rare at Zaun High, and Jinx would really benefit from being the one to show him the ropes of the school.

“You have something to tell me.” Silco raised his left eyebrow. “I can tell, Jinx.”

She huffs. How can he always tell?

“Vi texted. She said she wants to…talk.” Jinx fiddles with the long braid in her hair.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want.” Silco’s voice softens. “You don’t owe her anything, Jinx.”

“I-I know. But I think, maybe, I should just try, right? I mean, I know I’m a lot different now, but maybe we can still…be like we were. Almost.”

Jinx hates that his expression has something akin to pity in it.

“If you’re sure.” His expression is something she can’t quite place.

Jinx walks out of the room before he can say anything more.

Vi and Jinx used to be as close as sisters could get, until…Well, until Vander, their adoptive father, died. The night he was in the accident, Jinx had a fight with him. That’s why he left that night. When he died, Vi had always blamed Jinx for it.

After that, Silco had found Jinx, ran away from home and sobbing her little heart out. He had saved her from going into foster care.

On paper, Vi was in his custody too. But Vi was never there, and Jinx never really saw her again. Then she turned 18, and she left to go to college. 

Jinx knew now she was living the picture perfect life, with her new girlfriend Caitlyn and her stupid college parties and hang outs and whatever. She hated Caitlyn, the stupid rich girl that she was, not to mention she had attended Piltover High School. The Vi Jinx had known would never date a girl like her.

But all that was…before. Jinx hated thinking about it now. She had moved on. 

Even if she had cried tears of joy over Vi’s text message. 

The blue haired girl is interrupted from her dwelling by a familiar throat clearing. She looks up to see Ekko, holding a piece of paper and being right in her way.

“Hello!” She smiles her toothiest grin.

“You, uh, bumped into me.” He says.

She ignores his statement and goes right up to him, looking over his shoulder at his schedule. “Need help?”

Jinx can tell he’s considering, not quite sure what to think of this strange girl yet. He’s also not quite sure where any of these classrooms are.

“Yeah, how do I get here?” Ekko points at the class he’s currently supposed to be at, and Jinx grins once again, impossibly wider.

“You’re in luck, buster!” She wraps an arm around his shoulder. “That’s exactly where I’m heading. Come on, we can sit together.”

[shadowstarion]

daddy halsin • part 1

ships: halsin/astarion, halsin/shadowheart, general tadpolycule with a sprinkle of bladeweave

tags: explicit sexual content, daddy kink, dry humping, cock warming, subspace, kink discussion, exhibitionism

i mentioned this briefly in my tadpolycule headcanons post but i wanted to expand on it so have a few halsin daddy kink drabbles!

Halsin nagging Astarion about his well-being and Astarion getting prickly about it. The Druid is really starting to push his buttons, riling up the vampire’s temper because how he dare he suggest that a bit of rest, a bath in the stream, and a warm meal might help him feel better? Astarion’s coping mechanisms are just fine, thank you very much.

“Why, of course I’ll do as you say, dad.”

It’s meant to be scathing but it makes Halsin’s expression soften with curious interest, taking Astarion by the waist and bringing him close.

“I don’t mean to push you, little one,” he hums, kissing the vampire’s forehead, brushing his hair back, lips finding his ear. “Would you like me to take care of you instead?”

Halsin’s question is as sweet as it is erotic, an open-ended offer that Astarion can take a run with in any direction he’d like. It’s a little overwhelming and words fail him, but he wants Halsin to keep touching him, to keep talking to him like that. It makes him feel small and delicate and safe, Halsin pulling him closer and stroking his lower back, peppering kisses all over his face until he can’t possibly maintain that pout a second longer.

“Good boy, always such a good boy for me,” Halsin babbles against his neck at some point when Astarion rolls his hips forward, grinding against his thigh. He encourages him along with kisses and low whispers of praise until the vampire is outright rutting into him, chasing his relief with labored moans.

“That’s it, come for Daddy.”

Shadowheart knows exactly what she’s doing, but doesn’t quite have the language to describe this particular kink of her’s. What she does know is that Halsin is a brutally doting lover and he encourages her to relax into that submissive space, to let him care for her and reduce her down to something small and helpless.

He’s holding her against his chest, thighs spread over his lap and soaked cunt stuffed with him. Halsin’s hands stroke tenderly through her hair, lacing the unbound locks into an intricate braid while she mewls and weakly rocks her hips.

“Hush, sweet girl,” he chides, “hold still until I’ve finished.”

Shadowheart whines but her squirming does stop as she leans forward, pressing her face against the muscle of Halsin’s chest. Her hair slips from his fingers and he huffs with annoyance at the loss of his place in her braid, but he’s quick to return to the task at hand. Always so calm and collected, it makes her want to rile him up even more.

“Are you almost done, Daddy?” She asks, voice innocent and small against his skin. She can feel his cock twitch where it’s buried inside her, feel the pleased groan reverberating through her body.

“Oak Father, preserve me,” he mutters, losing his grip on her braid once more, his hands circling almost entirely around her waist, “I am nowhere near being done with you, little dove.”

Karlach, though much smarter than most give her credit for, can be incredibly oblivious to innuendo and lacks a basic verbal filter. If it comes to her mind, she will say it without much consideration for double meanings or potential interpretation. So, when they return from a very successful mission, indulging in some celebratory wine and a bit of cuddling around the campfire, she speaks without thinking.

“Y’know, you’re some real solid Daddy material, big guy,” she’d remarked, clapping a hand on Halsin’s shoulder.

A stunned shock passed over the rest of their companions, her statement silencing the buzz of conversation. Astarion gawks at her from where he’s sprawled over Halsin’s lap, Shadowheart is biting back a wine-drunk remark, and Gale goes entirely red in the face, hiding against a stunned Wyll’s shoulder.

“What? You all saw how well he did with those pipsqueaks,” Karlach continues, looking to Halsin for reassurance that she hadn’t said something egregiously offensive by referencing his skill in soothing the group of scared children they’d encountered.

The tension breaks when Halsin laughs, rich and warm, readjusting his arms around Astarion’s waist.

“I do have some experience fulfilling that role,” he agrees with a hint of that gorgeous, wholesome grin stretching his features, “isn’t that right, little one?”

Astarion stammers, at a loss for words, cursing the way his face heats up with the remnants of his feeding, a generous helping of Halsin’s blood yesterday with a side of Wyll to tide him over just before their mission.

“Daddy asked you a question,” Shadowheart chimes in, her tone taunting and utterly bratty, unbidden and flushed by the wine she’d drank, “you really ought to answer it.”

Karlach only really begins to put the pieces together when Shadowheart worms her way into Halsin’s lap and their evening of celebration devolves into the cleric and the vampire taking turns choking on the Druid’s cock. She’ll ask Gale about it later, and he’ll spend an hour explaining to her the sexual implications and eroticization of the simple familial term.

“Is it the same for… other words?” Karlach asks, serious as a scholar. She’d taken to calling herself Mama in a joking, unserious way, but she’d noticed her goofy remarks along the lines of ‘come give Mama K some sugar’ always seemed to have an effect on Shadowheart.

“There are some who enjoy referring to their partner as Mommy or variations of it, or being called such by a partner—“ Gale starts and Karlach burst into laughter.

“By the Hells, Teach, that sure explains a lot!”

[ihrthobie]

42!Miles Morales x black!fem!reader

note: there's jus something abt this boy y'all....

miles is hesitant to let you close to him. obviously he's seen you around his school and in some of his classes, laughing and talking with some of your friends but he's never approached you before. the two of you only really started interacting when a teacher assigned the two of y'all on a project and you refused to leave him alone after that.

despite you prodding at him to try and open up, he's not going to rush into a friendship with you. he prefers to keep people at arm's length while he tries to figure out their vibe so it definitely took him a while to stop giving you short answers and actually hold a conversation with you.

when he's cool with you, he's around you as much as possible. claiming the seat next to you in class, walking with you to your locker and again to your next class, walking home with you if he can. just anything to be near you.

at some point he does realise he has feelings for you and shuts down a little. miles wants to be with you but he doesn't want to lose you like he lost his father. miles starts to distance himself from you a bit but once he sees how much it's affecting you (and him), he immediately cuts the shit and tells you how he feels about you.

he's not overly protective of you but the need to protect you is there. the city is dangerous and there's no superhero out there to protect anyone. miles asks you to update him on your movements, tell him if you got home safe, watching as you walk inside the house not driving off till you're fully inside. little stuff like that.

miles would love if you braided your hair down to match his, especially if you added beads to the ends of your hair. miles loves your natural hair and any protective styles you get, he always wants to be the first to see your finished hair. he saves the pictures in a album called "my fly girl"

gives you his jackets without you asking, he feels the slightest chill and is already shrugging off his jacket to put around your shoulders.

miles loves subtle touches, holding hands, pushing his hand is the back pocket of your jeans, putting an arm around your shoulder. stuff like that makes him feel happy.

definitely got you matching jewellery, necklaces most likely. he wears his all the time except when he's doing his prowler duties. miles loves fiddling with the chain when the two of y'all are lying down and cuddling.

[livforlive]

i was told to drop my mouthwashing headcannons so uhm here you go

Swansea

-has two daughters and a dog

-his wife is like really hot, kinda like Jerry from Parks and Recs wife.

-when his wife had girl number two, a lot of his guy friends asked if he wanted a boy. he said no. then stopped talking to those friends.

-learned how to braid

-would get roped into tea party’s, would pour his girls pretend tea and plate them pretend crumpets

-used to have hair, said being a dad made him lose it

-views Anya as his daughter, when he finds out about what jimballs did, he holds her as she cries. based off a fanfic i read

-Loves Daisuke even if he’s annoying

-the son he never wanted but ended up with.

Anya

- views Swansea as her father

-was supposed to be named after Shelley DuVall but ended up with her middle name being Shelley.

-raised with brothers, is the mean older sister to them.

-game night is her night. you cheat in monopoly and she’s beating you

-despite jonorrhea and curlys based views on her, she’s not weak and feeble. she’s a force to be reckoned with.

-is actually a nurse but had no experience besides her college work

-likes to write poems

-likes Margaret Atwood and her books

-is told to stop looking at people because of her wide eyes

-paints Daisukes nails when he asks

-helped Daisuke write a letter to his parents and made sure it was worded properly

Daisuke

-hates his lips

-bought Swansea a matching Hawaiian shirt for secret santa

-misses his mom, wishes he was up to her standards

-screamed for her when he died.

-can’t you tell most of mine for him are sad?

-can skateboard but not very well

-once made Anya a birthday cake, it was a cupcake with a candle in it.

-sat next to Anya with a knife while she slept before Swansea unalived Jambala

Curly

-i don’t like him

-his hair is permed

-once said that he isn’t misogynistic because he had a female friend



[secondratefiction]

Lastly, a specific scenario I can't get out of my mind, maybe you have ideas how he would be/react/handle it/his thoughts:

He is engaged for a political marriage, but had either not met his future bride or does not like her/ there is just no spark.

Then, for example on the quest, he meets Y/n & (instantly or slowly, affection mistaken for annoyance, whatever) falls for her, hard.

Thank you for all the prompts you sent in love! Clearly we're going out of order here, but this is the one that got ahold of my brain first.

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Initially, Fili is all good with the arrangement - Thorin doesn't have an heir, so he's the next in line, and even if it's not exactly what he would have wanted, he can understand why they're pursuing a political marriage...

He meets the woman a couple of times, daughter of a high ranking and well off dwarf, a princess in her own right... and unfortunately, thoroughly unremarkable...

It was excruciating even trying to pull a conversation out of the poor girl... and Fili felt awful about the whole thing, but he immediately regretted this arrangement.

If there was any way that Thorin would let him bow out of this, Fili would have jumped on it like his life depended on it.

Fortunately however, there were to be no marriage arrangements made until after the matter of Erebor was settled and Thorin was officially sitting on the throne Fili would be in line for.

He felt no small sense of relief at this... and there were many a late night talks with his brother about how to get out of this one

Thorin over heard them once. It was awful, the lecture went on for over an hour, and Fili came out the other side feeling like a small child allover again.

And then... blessing and a curse... that is where you come in...

It was an easy job to make a little extra money before they left to retake the mountain, Fili and Kili were just escorting a merchaint from the Blue Mountains to Bree - it was even on the way, no reason for any one to object.

Fili did not believe in love at first sight, he was raised to think and act more practically. But the first time he saw you, sitting on top of the wagon full of supplies your father had hired them to escort-

He felt exactly like he'd been punched stright in the gut, the wind and everything else getting knocked out of him in one blow. Followed by a tight clenching in his chest that sched more than most anything he'd ever had to deal with

Fili was sold, hook, line, and sinker, and he had no idea what he was going to do.

The next week on the road to Bree seemed to fly by, there weren't nearly enough hours in the day for him to be able to talk with you, learn everything he could about you.

While he probably should have been trying, there was absolutly no way Fili would have been able to stop himself from falling even harder for you.

By the time your paths parted in Bree, it created a pain in Fili's chest to leave you that he was fairly certain was going to eat him alive.

Against his better judgement, Fili stops to braid your hair before he and his brother leave for the Shire. And, even knowing he's going to face unimaginable teasing from his brother for it, Fili can't stop himself from slipping a few of his own beads on the ends of your braids as he finish's them.

He dreams of the soft, sweet kiss you gave him in parting on the many long, cold nights headed for the Lonely Mountain

Once this is all said and done, he'll find a way to convince his uncle, he's sure of it. And more than that, Fili is sure you're worth the wait, and whatever fight he's going to have to put up to keep you.