#sissy role models

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[queen-dua]

I'll do anything to make Queen Dua happy 💗

Credit for the caption @kimberly-kash thank you 😘

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@kitxkatrp asked: “It just makes me feel glad to be alive.” Sissy to Maika Anne of Green Gables  {Sentence Starters}

"I'm glad." She couldn't help the smile that formed on her face. After all, she had done her best to make the transition as smooth as possible. She was finally able to do something she wanted to do, and be able to be comfortable just being herself. She'd give anything to be able to do the same for more people. As many people as the world would offer her.

"Now that you've gotten your first paycheck, what do you intend to do with it?" She was legitimately curious about it, though she knew she was prying a bit into something she shouldn't. "It isn't a whole lot since you're just starting, but the more popular you get, the more jobs you tend to get."

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There goes the cutest woman this town has ever seen.

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Girl dad!Logan, absolutely pissing his pants at the thought of being an actual father and not just a friendly face to a few kids who need a role model

Girl dad!Logan, who legitimately cries the first time you get an ultrasound, having no idea if it’s from nerves or just being completely overwhelmed

Girl dad!Logan, who’s 10x grumpier than you are throughout your entire pregnancy from being on high alert to any potential dangers

Girl dad!Logan, who can hear your daughters heart beat whenever he puts his ear on your stomach because of his heightened senses

Girl dad!Logan, who’s developed nesting habits to keep you comfortable; wanting you to have a completely stress free pregnancy

Girl dad!Logan, who secretly reads parenting and baby books because he’s too embarrassed to ask for advice

Girl dad!Logan, being weirdly protective and gentle, borderline refusing to hold your baby girl for the first few weeks of her life because he’s afraid of hurting her somehow

Girl dad!Logan, who, once he gets comfortable enough to hold his little ray of sunshine, pretty much refuses to put her down for even a second

Girl dad!Logan, wearing a silly tiara— that’s way too small— to important, very serious, meetings with Charles

Girl dad!Logan, who keeps a folded up drawing, his daughter made of him, in his pants pocket wherever he goes

Girl dad!Logan, somehow becoming the, uncontested, master at getting your daughter to eat her vegetables

Girl dad!Logan, hooking up a sissy bar to his bike so his daughter can ride around with him without being scared

Girl dad!Logan, never being too proud to play dress up and always finishing the storyline of any playtime no matter how long it’s been

Girl dad!Logan, taking the time to understand any of his child’s fears, never forcefully pushing her outside of her comfort zone unless she feels brave enough to do it herself

Girl dad!Logan, who proudly displays a hello kitty sticker on his leather jacket

Girl dad!Logan, who will absolutely fight a 5 year old if necessary

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I don't know if it's the tights, the rainbow heels, the teasing cutout dress, the unimpressed expression or the sissiest shade of pink... but this pic literally brings me to the edge of sissygasm instantly 💦🫦💕

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@kitxkatrp asked: “Cause I’m a lady, that’s why!” Sissy and Maika The Aristocats (1970) Sentence Starters

That reference. The beautiful, fluid reference. "Besides, ladies don't start fights, but they can certainly finish them." She could go on for hours-

[cemetery-sunset]

🍖The Sawyer Family as Flowers

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🌻The Sawyer Family: Sunflower

Sunflowers represent abundance, unwavering faith, lasting happiness and constant orientation toward the light.

The family is a strong, tight knit group. They hold their values against their hearts and always have faith in each other, taking care of the family as a whole.

🧹Drayton: Daffodil

Daffodils represent new beginnings, hope and good luck.

Drayton is the head of the family. He is the leader who takes care of his brothers and runs the show through every problem. No matter the problem, things seem to work out pretty well for him… most of the time.

👓Nancy: Hydrangea

Hydrangeas represent vanity, boastfulness, and heartfelt emotion.

Nancy is a traditional woman, holding her values and beliefs high. She is confident and full of pride for herself, her family, and her son.

🔨Hands: Black Roses

Black roses represent death and intense emotions, but also loyalty, resilience, power and strength.

Hands is unquestionably strong and powerful. If angered enough, he brings death and aggression anywhere he goes. He is also a role model and a big family man, protecting his loved ones.

☮️Bobby: Carnation

Carnations represent devotion, gratitude and the remembrance of somebody.

Chop is strong and loyal, doing anything for his family. He also has an unhealthy attachment to his own twin, and cannot let him go, even after he died.

📷Nubbins: Forget-Me-Nots

Forget-Me-Nots represent true love, respect and the promise to never forget.

Nubbins is a cheerful and loving individual. He has a lot of love for his brothers, his job, and his home. He also has a surprisingly good memory and makes sure to take care of loose ends.

🌼Sissy: Daisy

Daisies represent purity, rebirth, and cheerfulness.

Sissy is a happy and giddy young woman. She believes in taking care of people and showing them ‘the way’. She has already experienced her own rebirth and is more than willing to help others follow in her footsteps.

🐔Bubba: Chrysanthemum

Chrysanthemums represent longevity, happiness and protection against evil.

Bubba is a very happy and misunderstood individual. No matter how many times he gets beaten down, he always comes back stronger. He is the protector of his family, always taking care of them.

🔪Johnny: Dahlia

Dahlias represent pride, inner strength, elegance, devotion, dignity, and everlasting love.

Johnny is a very proud and confident man. He is one of the strongest members of the family, physically and mentally. His loyalty to his mother, and his family, is unwavering.

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anyway don’t be a stranger. | fall to me au

summary reader, despite not being close to quinn, gets emotional over him leaving and reminisces on their memories.

pairing hughes family friend!reader x quinn hughes

wc 1.1k

a/n they’re so sweetie pie i love them!!!! also pls suggest nicknames for reader :)

Quinn and you were never as close as you were with Luke and Jack. There were a few reasons, one of them being he was a couple years older than you. He was also always more close with your brother, Caden, then he was with you since they were much closer in age, and both boys who loved hockey. You still loved him, though. He was like your older brother, much like Luke was your baby brother. He was a role model for you growing up, someone to look up to as he moved throughout life— albeit at a distance from you.

He gave you shots of advice while growing up, from helping you with your shot in soccer to random information that might be helpful to you one day.

“Here, sissy. Let Jack be the goalie and try shooting from your left side instead.” He suggested to you, one free afternoon when you guys were twelve and fourteen. For the most part Jack and Quinn had abandoned soccer as their main focus was hockey, but you still loved it. At the time, you’d been struggling with your shot. You were a right wing striker, so Quinn asking you to switch sides was a weird concept to you.

You messed with your pre-wrap and jogged over to the other of Quinn, “Like here?” You questioned.

“Yeah, you got it.” He started to run up the field and he passed the ball your way. You traveled up the field before shooting it in the top right corner of the net. It was the best goal you’d made all day.

You grinned and ran to hug Quinn, “I finally did it, Quinnie!” He hugged you back, before releasing you a few seconds later.

“I knew you could, it was just a matter of where you’d do it the best.” He smiled back and you three continued working on your shot throughout the afternoon.

It wasn’t necessarily a core memory, but whenever you thought of your success in the sport throughout high school, you’d attribute it to that. You might’ve spent your whole soccer career shooting on your weak side if not for Quinn.

You didn’t talk to Quinn much while you were all in high school, as he spent a lot of time away, much like Jack. It wasn’t because you had a bad relationship, it’s just that you had little to nothing in common and you were both busy. The summer of 2018, Quinn was gone a lot more due to his upcoming draft. You never expected him to invite you to Dallas, as he had his whole family and friends to invite, but you were next in line after his brothers and family.

“This is so exciting.” You said to Luke and Jack after touching down in Dallas, whilst heading to the American Airlines Center. Your brother chose not to play hockey farther than high school, so you hadn’t ever attended something like this.

Luke was as giddy as you, hoping that he would one day be getting drafted. “I know, right?!” He nudged you with his shoulder. He was taller than you now.

You giggled as he looked around at the Dallas Stars’ arena. “Mom’s from Dallas.” He hummed, as you nodded. Jim, Ellen, and Quinn were walking a few feet ahead of the three of you. “What if Quinn gets drafted to the stars?” Luke wondered.

Jack rolled his eyes, “Dallas doesn’t have a high pick; Quinn’s definitely going to be up towards the top.”

“Well, yeah.” Luke stammered, “I was just saying it would be funny.”

“You guys are silly.” You smiled as you took your seats. It wasn’t long before Quinn got picked once the draft started. He was seventh overall by Vancouver, an exciting feat for all of you to experience. The emotions rolled over everyone, like waves crashing onto the shore. There was a mix of excitement and happiness, and a tinge of sadness that Quinn would be so far away.

You squeezed him tight as he hugged you after his brothers, “You did it, Quinnie!” You cheered quietly. You were happy for him— extremely happy. As he marched down, you swore Jack and Luke were the loudest people in the room. They were beyond ecstatic for their brother’s accomplishment. He was the first to fly the coop to experience the professionals. You knew for certain that the two of them would follow in his footsteps. After all, Jack was eligible for next year’s draft and he was already doing pretty well for himself.

As the night carried on, Quinn and his brothers sat talking excitedly about what was to come. You were paying attention to the rest of the draft, but listening to their conversation when you felt like it. Their excitement carried over into the next few days, back up to the Michigan lakehouse, and right up to Quinn’s departure for the Canucks development camp.

Jim, Ellen, and the three of you dropped him off outside of the United Airlines gate but stayed for a moment to say your goodbyes. He would be back in a few weeks, and then decide whether to sign with Vancouver or play another year with the University of Michigan, but it was a sad moment nonetheless. All the boys had been farther away for one hockey event or another, but this might be permanent.

You were the last to hug him after his parents and brothers, and you managed to keep the tears out of your eyes. You were never as close with Quinn, but he still meant a lot to you. He could sense your sadness and pulled away from the hug, “It’s only a few weeks, sis.” He chuckled.

“It could be longer.” You retorted, a soft smile gracing your features. “I just hate to see you go.”

“I know, me too.”

It was silent for a second. Jack, Luke, Ellen, and Jim were talking off to the side and it was just you two having your moment. Quinn sighed before pulling you back into a hug, “Love you, sissy.”

“Love you too, Quinnie.” You pulled away this time, “Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“Never happening.” He smiled. Everybody else came over to bid him one more goodbye, before he walked into the airport. Everybody was happy, but the mood was somber. You secretly hoped he would come back and play another year with UMich before leaving officially.

Imagine your excitement when he broke the news that he would be doing precisely that.

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Hot Headed — Strollini (+ Delilah)

The tension had been building all game. Lance skated down the rink, his breath coming in steady bursts as he chased the puck, adrenaline surging through his veins. The other team had been relentless, throwing body checks at every opportunity, and the referees had let a few questionable hits slide. Lance, usually calm under pressure, could feel his patience wearing thin.

It started midway through the second period. Lance had been cornered near the boards by an opposing defenseman, a hulking guy with a reputation for trash talk. The player shoved him harder than necessary, pinning Lance against the glass.

“Nice skating, sissy,” the guy sneered. “Maybe try sticking to figure skating next time.”

Lance ignored him, focusing on the puck, but the comment got under his skin. Moments later, another shove sent him sprawling onto the ice. The refs called nothing — as they tended to when it camr to Lance — and the crowd groaned.

As the game wore on, the hits kept coming. By the third period, Lance had had enough. He'd managed to be on his best behaviour since transfering to the Oilers before this season but he couldn't act like what the other team was doing wasn't completely fucked. He wasn’t the type to back down, especially when the other team started targeting his teammates. When one of the rookies on his line got checked into the boards so hard he crumpled to the ice, Lance’s blood boiled. It's not so much the idea of himself getting hurt that gets him going but seeing someone smaller and less experienced be targeted for those exact reasons was too much. He skated over, his jaw clenched, and got right in the defenseman’s face.

“What the hell’s your problem?” Lance snapped, shoving him back.

“You want a problem?” the guy shot back, dropping his gloves.

Lance didn’t hesitate. His gloves hit the ice as the two lunged at each other, fists flying. The crowd erupted in a deafening roar, cheering and jeering as the two men grappled. Jerseys were yanked, and helmets clattered to the ice. Lance landed a solid punch to the guy’s jaw but took a brutal hit to his temple in return, the impact sending him stumbling backward.

The refs finally intervened, pulling the two apart. Lance was still seething as he skated toward the penalty box, blood trickling from a fresh cut above his brow and staining his white jersey. His legs wobbled slightly as he sat down, adrenaline giving way to a dull, throbbing pain in his knee.

By the time the game ended, Lance was limping off the ice, the cut above his eye hastily patched with a butterfly bandage. He knew he’d face questions from his coach and teasing from his teammates, but worse than that, he dreaded the look he’d get from Luca when he got home.

By the time Lance made it home, still smelling faintly of sweat and disinfectant, his husband was waiting for him in the living room. Luca, impeccably dressed despite the late hour, had their three-year-old daughter Delilah nestled against his side. She was asleep, clutching a small plush of the Oiler's mascot, Hunter.

“You’re limping,” Luca said, his voice sharp but low enough not to wake Delilah. His eyes zeroed in on the butterfly bandage barely holding the cut on Lance’s brow together. “What happened, Lance?”

“It’s nothing, mon amour” Lance muttered, kicking off his shoes. “Just part of the game.”

Luca’s eyes narrowed, the calm veneer cracking. “Part of the game?” He carefully shifted Delilah onto the couch and stood, arms crossed. “You got into another fight, didn’t you?”

Lance shrugged, trying to downplay it. “It happens. You know how it is. You've seen the product of a handful of fights in my career. You were on my side four years ago when Verstappen called me a slur mid game and I socked him in the jaw.”

“No, actually, I don’t know how it is,” Luca snapped, his Italian accent thickening in his frustration. “You’re supposed to be a role model. Not just for your fans, but for her.” He gestured toward Delilah, who stirred slightly before settling back into sleep. "I don't care what you got away with before we adopted Delilah, before you had to grow the fuck up, but it doesn't matter now."

Lance sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “Luca, sweetie, it’s hockey. Fights happen. You can’t just—”

“You’re not some reckless rookie anymore, Lance!” Luca interrupted, his voice rising. “You’re a father and a three time champion with almost eight years of experience. Do you want Delilah to grow up thinking it’s okay to throw punches every time she’s upset?”

“That’s not fair,” Lance said, his voice softening. “I don’t want her to think that.”

“Then act like it,” Luca shot back. “She adores you, Lance, you know she does. She mimics everything you do. You have to think about what kind of example you’re setting.”

Guilt twisted in Lance’s chest as he glanced at their daughter. Delilah’s tiny face was peaceful in sleep, her light curls framing her pale cheeks whistfully, Luca was right.

“I’m sorry,” he said after a moment of silence. “I didn’t mean for it to get out of hand.”

Luca’s expression softened, though his lips were still pressed into a thin line. “Just... promise me you’ll be more careful. For her. For us.”

“I promise,” Lance said, pulling Luca into a hug. “No more fights. I’ll be the best role model I can be. The best behaved hockey player the sport's ever seen.”

“You better,” Luca muttered against his shoulder, though his arms wrapped tightly around Lance. “Because next time, I’m the one who’ll fight you.”

Lance chuckled, pressing a kiss to Luca’s temple. “Noted.”

From the couch, Delilah stirred again, her sleepy voice piping up. “Daddy, did you win your game?”

Lance and Luca both froze before bursting into quiet laughter. “You know I always win, now go back to sleep, sweetheart,” Lance said, brushing a kiss against her forehead.

As Delilah snuggled deeper into her blanket, Lance met Luca’s eyes. He still had work to do to prove himself, but he knew he was willing to do anything to please his husband.