#girl dads

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade to Logan during breakfast: Laura's been up all night on her phone. Would you like to say something about it?

Laura: I'm not a kid anymore, dad! I shouldn't have a "bedtime".

Logan: First of all, you're a kid and you do have a bedtime.

Logan: Secondly, if there's anything I've learnt in the last 200 years, it's the fact that bedtime isn't punishment. It's a reward.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#Girl Dads

[i-like-red-star-burst-b3]

Just me or?

[winnienora14]

Rosekiller girl dads

Professor: Misters Rosier, your daughter threatened a classmate today and we do not accept that kind of behavior at this school.

Barty(very serious):And what did she threaten them of?

Professor: Pardon me?

Barty:What did she threaten them of?

Professor:She told him she would kill him and eat his eyes.

Barty(impressed): mmmmmh not bad

Evan slapping the back of Barty’s head*

Barty: owwwhhh!!!!

[shyjusticewarrior]

This came to me in a vision while I was at work

[rimeswithpurple]

Carry On Countdown

Day 27: Intertwined

Even more bonus art for Infinity in a Teacup with @thewholelemon! Being girl dads, they'd have to learn how to braid hair eventually

Also on AO3!

[hondafuckingodyssey]

I was looking up what languages Wade and Logan speak in the comics, and now I'm picturing them raising little girl Laura, and instead of doing that parent thing where they spell things out when they don't want kiddo to understand, they just use Japanese.

Of course, Laura picks up Japanese in a few months, and they have to switch to German.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

I am all for giving the Batkids children ok but seriously less sons more daughters.

Yes Bruce would love a grandson but you know what would be better a granddaughter.

Tim rolling up with his cloned child who is wearing a miniature Superboy jacket over her Nightwing themed dress.

I don't think you understand the love that would be pouring out of Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian they have daughters/ nieces/ grand daughters holy fuck.

Mari Grayson in little dresses doing acrobatics like her Dad following after her Uncle Jay painting with Uncle Dami.

A little girl dressed as her daddy who is the Red Hood for Halloween. She had practically read the whole manor library by the time she's sixteen.

Damian with a daughter who is always covered up by a giant dog because she much like Baba loves dogs and he can never say no to her. Who looks somewhat like a mini Talia other than the whole flying thing.

I need their daughters who are badass vigilantes who are scarier than their fathers could ever be.

Grandpa Bruce who is overrun with granddaughters who steal his cars, have taken all of his money and just an entire family completely whipped for their little girls.

Are we seeing it tell me you see it!!!!!!

[urfavpillow-princess10]

Girldadsimonriley!, who sat on the Living room floor for an hour letting his daughter paint his nails while watching the littlest pet shop.

Girldadsimonriley!, who gracefully held his pinkie out as he sat at his daughters pink play table, drinking imaginary tea. “Orange flavoured” as his daughter called it.

Girldadsimonriley!, who went to base wearing fairy wings and a princess tiara because when he tried to take them off before leaving his daughter started crying.

Girldadsimonriley!, who now knew every work to Mona since it was the only movie his daughter would allow him to watch.

Girldadsimonriley!, who kissed his daughter good night evey night after checking to make sure there’s no monsters under her bed or in her closet.

Girldadsimonriley!, who was so happy and cocky when his daughters first word was dada. Mia heart meeting as he practically danced around the house.

Girldadsimonriley!, who held his tiny newborn daughter in his arms and immediately fell in love. Her little brown eyes staring into his making him want to cry.

Pt2???

Im sticking with Simon as a girl dad since it did better than expected last time. Tysmm for all the likes guys I never expected to get so many!!

[i-think-i-thunk]

Soap and ghost retiring and adopting 3 little girls to keep them from being separated

• suddenly there are stuffed animals everywhere

• they let the girls paint their nails

• soap grows his mowhawk out so the girls can play with it

• movie night becomes a Friday night tradition

• everyone picks a snack and drink

• then they snuggle up under a MASSIVE blanket

• the girls always fall asleep before the end of the movie

• so soap and ghost carry them to bed and tuck them in

• pta dads who judge the other parents together

• soap teaching the girls Scots

• they all have matching tutus

• the girls like to sit around ghost and color in his tattoos with markers

• family Halloween costumes

• nerf guns are a must in their house

• soap and ghost frantically calling up laswell and her wife to teach them how to do the girls' hair

• having the girls "help" them in the kitchen as they learn to cook

• the first few months consist of charred pans and last minute take out

• maybe they teach the girls self defense moves once they're older

• these girls are SASSY

• family vacations are chaotic and soap is no longer allowed to hold on the plane tickets

• it's not his fault he swears

• uncle john takes them shopping and spoils them rotten

• uncle kyle always takes them on adventures and hypes them up on sugar

Idk I just feel like they would be really cute girl dads. Those girls would be so loved

[ofthemorningstars]

The Dreams Lives Are Made Of

TerzOmega ~ Domestic Family Fluff ~ Resurrection AU ~ All Ages 1.2k Words Ao3 Version Terzo and Omega are finally living their dream life together as a family. But sometimes good dreams aren't always enough to fend off nightmares. (I finally let Terzo and Omega have the family they always wanted! Featuring original ghoul child characters) Thank you to @puuuders to workshopping the title with me!

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Terzo was crouched behind the sofa when Omega spotted him. 

They made eye contact from across the room, and Terzo brought a finger up to his lips, signaling to Omega to be quiet. He was hiding. Omega smiled knowingly, creeping back into the kitchen, trying to look inconspicuous.

Suddenly a tiny ghoul jumped out from around the corner of the sofa, claws raised and fangs bared in a snarling growl. Terzo yelped, letting out an exaggerated scream and covering his face, cowering against the sofa back. 

“Please don’t hurt me, miss scary monster!” Terzo pretended to sob into his hands. The ghoul’s demeanor immediately changed, concern and remorse evident on her face. Terzo watched through his fingers as she approached. He made a show of flinching at her touch as she reached out and put a hand on his head, patting it.

“It’s ok Papa, it’s just me,” she assured him, petting his hair. Terzo continued to wail dramatically. “Papa, please don’t cry, I’m sorry for scaring you!” She closed the remaining distance between them, going in to hug him. Terzo took the opportunity to strike, tickling his daughter mercilessly as she squealed with delight, trying to squirm out of his grasp. He attacked her face and hair with quick little kisses. When she finally asked him to stop in between giggles, he did so immediately, joining her where she’d ended up on the floor and pulling her into a hug. “Papa, you tricked me,” she said accusatorially after she'd caught her breath, now pouting. “Ah, that is only because you fall for it every time, my darling,” Terzo replied, grinning from ear to ear before placing a kiss to the tip of her nose, a nose that looked so much like his. He never cared much for his nose, until he saw it on her. As he studied her face, he saw his own white eye gazing back at him, complemented by its counterpart’s dazzling shade of violet, a shade that she inherited from Omega. Her dusky grey complexion was flushed from laughter. She was absolutely beautiful. She was his everything. Evidently he had been looking for too long, because the little girl in question decided to poke him squarely in the chest in irritation. “Papa, quit staring at me!” She stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry at him. He was just about to retaliate, reaching to start up another round of tickles, before Omega called to them that it was time for dinner. Starlight scrambled to her feet, sprinting to the kitchen as quickly as her little legs would carry her. Terzo pulled himself up, using the sofa for support. His knees really weren’t what they used to be. Terzo staggered into the kitchen, still recovering from being on the floor for so long. His heart warmed as he took a moment to appreciate the sight of his little family. Starlight was already situated in her booster seat, still small enough that she was unable to see over the table without it. Astrid was fussing in her high chair, making faces at her food as Omega patiently tried to get her to eat, cooing at her. A plate was waiting for him, too, at his usual spot next to Omega. He kissed his husband on the cheek and sat down. 

The rest of their evening proceeded as usual, Omega giving the girls a bath while Terzo washed dishes and cleaned up the kitchen.

Storytime was interrupted by a particularly cranky Astrid, so Terzo and Starlight had to finish up her favorite book, “Guess How Much I Love You”, by themselves. Terzo made sure to tell Starlight just how much indeed he and Omega loved her and her sister before bidding her sweet dreams with a kiss on the forehead, as usual. 

When Terzo had settled into bed beside his husband, it was with the knowledge that everyone he loved was safe and happy and within arms reach. 

Such knowledge, however, isn't always enough. 

Late that night, Terzo woke up like he often did since returning to the realm of the living: soaked in sweat and crying in Omega’s arms. Being dead had been about as traumatic for him as one would expect. Even after all these years, he still struggled the most at night. Both of them did. Omega wasn’t exempt from nightmares of his time without Terzo, but he was always there to comfort his husband during his night terrors. 

Ever since his resurrection, waking up screaming had been a regular part of Terzo’s life. It didn’t happen every night, but enough that it had always been a part of the routine of their young family, and they did their best to live their lives around it. To try and mitigate the noise, they slept with their door shut. Now that Starlight considered herself to be a big girl, at the tender age of three, she had courageously offered to sleep with her door shut, too.

Tonight, though, was particularly bad. Terzo’s heart sank as he heard the pitter-patter of feet racing down the hall. “Oh no,” Terzo groaned into his hands, covering his face and kicking himself mentally. “I woke Starlight up again.” 

Their door flew open, hitting the wall with a loud thud. Terzo glanced over at the bassinet by their bed. Thankfully all of the night’s racket hadn't disturbed baby Astrid, who was still sleeping soundly, a peaceful look on her cherubic face. 

“Papa, Papa! Are you ok?” Starlight climbed onto their bed, and before he could process what was happening, Terzo felt two little hands on either side of his face, smooshing his cheeks slightly as tiny claws dug in. He looked up into her big, mismatched eyes, brimming with unshed tears. She was trying to be brave for him.

“Sì, la mia piccola stella. Papa is ok. He just had a bad dream,” Terzo said with a weak, watery smile. Gently he pried her hands away from his face, kissing the back of one gratefully. Terzo tried his best to hide the quiver of his lip, pulling her into a tight embrace. Omega joined in, pulling Terzo closer and wrapping his other arm around their daughter. Silently he placed a kiss on the crown of each of their heads. 

“But it sounded like you were hurt, Papa,” Starlight sniffled against Terzo’s shirt. He felt a soft tendril of his daughter's quintessence brush against his mind, trying to soothe him. His heart melted. Terzo thought for a moment about how best to respond. They tried, as a rule, not to lie to their children. “I am alright, gioia mia. Papa… was hurt, a long time ago, and sometimes he still has bad dreams about it.” His hands itched to touch the burning scars around his neck as he spoke, but he decided to run them through Starlight’s soft white hair instead. “But they’re just dreams.” The last part was said as a reminder to both of them as he rocked her gently from side to side. 

“Can I sleep in here with you and Daddy and Astrid?” The request was quite unlike her, ever the independent child that she was. Terzo took it seriously.

“Sì, my darling. Sì.”  Starlight insisted on giving everyone another kiss on the forehead before settling down, including her little sister. Terzo bit his tongue against his worries of her waking the sleeping infant, instead appreciating the sweetness of the gesture. The three of them snuggled together, Starlight holding tightly to one of each of their hands.

For the rest of the night, there were no more bad dreams. Terzo fell back asleep to thoughts of just how lucky he truly was.

[iwaoiness]

— omegaverse

The K-drama continues playing on the television until Iwaizumi picks up the remote from the table to turn it off. Now, only the soft hum of the ceiling fan can be heard as Hajime gazes at Tooru, fast asleep on the couch. His lips curve into a tender smile before he sets the remote back in place and crouches down beside the sofa. Lovingly, he watches his husband's peaceful face.

Tooru is lying on his back, head tilted slightly on the pillow. His bangs are pulled back by a headband, and his glasses sit slightly askew. Iwaizumi carefully removes them, folding the arms of the glasses before placing them on the table. His cheeks are gently flushed, and when Hajime softly brushes them with his knuckles, he feels the warmth. His lips are parted, his breathing calm, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. The room still carries the familiar blend of their scents: Tooru’s vanilla and peach intertwined with Hajime’s traces of sandalwood and pine.

But he knows that soon there will be a hint of baby powder in that mix.

Hajime’s gaze drops to Tooru’s stomach, peeking shamelessly from beneath his faded NASA shirt. One of Tooru’s hands rests there, over the five-month bump cradling new life—their little puppy.

With care, Hajime places his own hand over the rounded belly, his fingers brushing against Tooru’s. Gently, he rubs his thumb across the skin, feeling warmth coil tightly in his chest at the simple truth that they really, really, are going to be parents.

“Our little princess,” Hajime’s sweet smile widens as he leans down to press a soft kiss near Tooru’s navel. “Grow strong and healthy, okay? Thanks for letting papá sleep so much—maybe this will finally help him get a decent sleep schedule.” He whispers against the skin. “But don’t give him too much trouble, alright? It’s enough that he can’t wear his favorite shoes anymore because his feet swell too much.”

Then, just beneath his palm, Hajime feels a kick, as if their daughter is responding to him. He blinks in surprise before letting out a soft chuckle, planting another kiss right where the kick had been.

But, a moment later, Tooru’s hand twitches, and a soft whimper pulls Hajime’s eyes upward just in time to see his husband stir lazily, slowly blinking open his eyes with a delicate frown. Fucking endearing. Tooru’s sleepy gaze meets his, and his expression softens.

“Why is it that she always has to kick so hard when you talk to her?” He murmurs, his voice husky as he rubs his free hand over his eyes to wake up.

Hajime’s smile grows wider as he gently rests his cheek against Tooru’s pregnant belly.

“Because I’m her favorite dad.”

“You wish, Iwa-chan,” Tooru lets out a laugh, clear and beautiful, and Iwaizumi thinks (not for the first time) that if there is a limit to how much love one can hold for a person, he has long surpassed it with Tooru.

...

im not a big fan of the tradicional omegaverse cuz i strongly prefer alphaxalpha pairs but im so weak for o!oikawa and a!iwaizumi being girl dads tbh

u can find me on my ao3 🍉

[rayrayor]

Ok Getting back into Drabbles.

This week, I had the beach boys on my mind. The song, Do You Wanna Dance, got stuck in my head, hence the title as our prompt this week. Also writing a new Galladad fic so that pair is on my mind.

@galladrabbles , thank you all for hosting a place for us to stretch the brain and set up great reads. ❤😘

The car was quiet. Mickey watched Ian drive; the chin jutted " I mean she didn't hurt him badly and only knocked out one tooth, baby tooth at that. Plus, I told you this playgroup was too soft man. And she used a total Gallagher move." Ian looked back at their six-year-old. "Tell Papa what you said to Ryan before you punched him." Lily was unrepentant. " He said you were Queers and that's mean. So, I asked him if he wanted to dance, then told him don't fear the reaper." Mickey looked at Ian. " Ok you win, Iggy should not babysit."

[forestshadow-wolf]

I think when soap and ghost retire - if they retire - years and years down the line they'd adopt a little girl. They always liked the idea of adopting. Simon vowed that if he ever got the chance, he'd give whatever child or children they had the best life possible, They'd never have to go though what he did, he'd protect his family. And soap always wanted a kid or two. Maybe not quite as many as his parents, but he loved the idea of one day having children, even if he knew it would have wait for future soap if ever.

They couldn't not adopt her.

Not when they'd walked in to that building with zero expectations, well, maybe they expected the sight of two big burly men to be a bit intimidating, to the younger kids at least.

The older kids, whom they'd met first, seemed intrigued at first, but they asked seeing as how they were old enough to make complex decisions. It turned out that they were mostly just interested by the new people to meet, they were about ready to age out of the system at that point and they all knew. They talked for a bit, got to know everyone as people, and provided phone numbers when they parted incase any of them got into trouble or wanted to stay in contact.

Then when it came to meeting the little kids, they were pretty shy as expected. All except for one little girl, maybe 5 or 6, with a faded pink bunny-blankie wrapped in one arm. She marched right up to them, and asked if they'd attend her tea party, she had two empty seats to fill. She said her name was Maizee.

An they knew right then that she was gonna be their's.

The would like to say that it was a breeze to get adoption in order. But realistically they're two very traumatized, gay military men, the system does not favor them. There were many processes and hoops to jump through, but they got there eventually.

They spoil Maizee so bad, she gets only the best, but they make sure to teach her kindness and about the real world. They protect her but don't shelter her.

She becomes ghost's baby girl, and soaps sweetheart, they both call her bug because she's their little luvbug. Ghost becomes daddy, and soap is pops. Her first partner had to get The Talk(tm) from daddy and pops. They didn't care who she dated, just as long as they treated her good. She just rolled her eyes and said not to take any of ot to heart, especially since they all knew she could take care of herself.

The three of them stayed close, even through her rebellious teenage phase. They understood that she needed to be able to find herself. So instead of banning her from doing the dangerous stuff she would inevitably do without their permission anyway, they taught her how to do it safely, and they taught her how to protect herself, and how to get help if she ever needed, and reminded her that they would always come get her no questions asked if she needed.

[ap-kinda-lit]

Sesshomaru and Inuyasha being Girl Dads will never not be amusing to me. Imagine them sitting next to each other in begrudging silence, glaring at each other, while their daughters paint their nails, apply makeup on them, and do their hair. Bonus if they also insult each other like they’re adolescent girls (“That shade makes you look like a cheap prostitute”, “At least I pull off a side ponytail better than you”, etc.)

[moshuwu]

happy belated father's day to the girldads ever