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tyttamarzh · 3 months

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Missa and Tallulah

I adore the father-daughter bond that has formed between Missa and Tallulah, it reminds me so much of Missa's early days with Chayanne and it warms my heart.

But there is something very interesting in the way Tallulah accepted Missa as her father immediately, despite having lived very little with him and despite the fact that Missa never tried to impose himself on her as a father (even if he considered her his daughter since Phil told him that he adopted her).

And it is precisely that. Missa never imposed himself, he didn't try to push himself on as a father to Tallulah, unlike other people in the past who tried to "adopt" her or make her see them as a father. Missa always accepted his place in the girl's life and was fine with the "uncle" title she had given him.

He told her that he felt the responsibility of taking care of her, just as he takes care of Chayanne and he always behaved nice and friendly, but to a certain extent he kept his distance from the subject, he never wanted to pressure or make her feel uncomfortable attributing himself a role that did not belong to him.

Missa has always respected that Tallulah's father is Wilbur and although he knew that Phil had adopted her and that he directly referred to her as their daughter, Missa never intended to take that place (even in prison he referred to Wilbur as "her true father"), as much as he saw her as his daughter, he respected Tallulah's feelings and that was important for her, because she spent months anguished by Wilbur's absence, hearing jokes from others about it, like If her suffering was nothing more than a joke for everyone and although they were harmless jokes, every time that happened it seemed like it disturbed her, she was Wilbur's daughter and people didn't seem to take it seriously.

She had other people in her life, people she became very fond of, but despite that she has never seen them as a replacement for her father and she never liked that anyone wanted to see themselves as such. She has great appreciation for Quackity because she knows how important he is to Wil and out of all of them, it seemed that he was the closest to becoming her stepfather and therefore, her "second father" and in some way being close to him was a way to bond with Wilbur, but Q's presence in Tallulah's life was never stable and along the way there has been mistrust and bitter moments with him (that bond was not created, but she still sees him as someone important to Wil and is fond of him). Others have taken care of her and although she became fond of them, she always saw them as her "uncles" and although there were those who tried to be something more than her, she never felt comfortable with the idea.

It even took a long time before she directly started calling Phil dad and that was something that was born from her, Phil didn't come and tell her "now I'll take your father's place" he just earned his own place and that made the girl was the one who asked him to adopt her. But Phil already had a long history with her and a very solid relationship, so her asking him that was something to be expected but… Why did she immediately accept Missa?

The first things Tallulah heard from Missa were the wonders Chay and Phil told her about him and from the moment she met him, she realized that he was a sweet and kind man who made Chay very happy. In a way, she saw Chay's family as what she expected from a family, since they all had a very beautiful bond with each other. But still, she didn't see Missa as her father, nor as her "grandfather" (when she saw Philza like that), he was another of her uncles. But from that moment on, all the times Phil and Chay talked about him were different for her, because now she knew him and could understand how important he was to them, seeing a parallel between the longing they felt for him with the one she felt for Wilbur and that made her empathize with them, strengthening their bond.

So, the next time she saw Missa, she defended him from Foolish and Tubbo's taunts and followed him around the island, so he could reunite with Chay, because she knew that was important to her brother and that he would do the same for her. In some ways, the things that happened that day greatly influenced the way she felt about Wilbur's absence by then.

Even so, Missa was always sweet and kind to her and promised to take care of her like Chay, HIS OWN SON, without any kind of commitment, without expecting anything from her, or trying to be considered her father or take these place.

That must have been confusing for her in some way, because she didn't know how he saw her or if he considered her his family, but it kind of made her think about it: "Is he part of my family? Do I want that?" "Am I part of his family?"

Missa's absence and presence influenced the three of them in several ways, even if no one were not fully aware of it.

And this is where Phil's influence comes. For Phil there was no doubt that Missa had become another father to Tallulah from the moment he adopted her, but that could never be formalized because the three of them were never in the same room to talk about it and Tallulah never asked it directly.

Just as Missa didn't want to force Tallulah to see him as a father, she didn't want to force him to see her as his daughter. It was in the end Phil who directly made the decision to make it official, he had already talked about it with Missa before, but he didn't ask Tallulah, he just told her "he's your third father" and even at that moment, she asked him Missa was okay with it, because until then she only saw him as Chayanne's father and Missa's response was that he already considered her his daughter (which was similar to what Phil told her).

Missa was not someone who asked her to see him as a father just like that, he was someone who saw her as a daughter even if she did not consider him her father, he never fought for that title, he never expected anything in return, he was someone who unconditionally agreed to love her, even if he didn't know her, JUST LIKE A TRUE FATHER DOES.

That's why Tallulah accepted it immediately, she reciprocated that show of love in the same way.

I sincerely believe that she has been able to heal something within her heart and that being Phil and Missa's daughter makes her very happy, without displacing her love for Wilbur.

Tallulah's new side is quite important, I think that Missa's love does her quite well and was something that she needed for a long time, because now she feels part of a complete family and it is natural that she wants to protect that and now she have someone who makes her feel like she have the strength to take care of those she love.

It's incredible how both Missa and Tallulah needed each other to feel part of the family, because in some way, they were the ones who doubted their place within it.

I never expected this, but I love it.

Missa is a great father, he has always been a great father and I am willing to fight anyone who dares to say otherwise…

#death family #missa #missasinfonia #tallulah the egg #philza #chayanne the egg #deathduo #death duo #pissa #qsmp #qsmp missasinfonia

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clownery-and-fuckery · 2 months

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As promised, my commentary on Hunter.... to the people that like him, im sorry.

Spoiler warnings and the like, this is pretty negative aside from like maybe three sentences?? Feel free to leave you're own opinions on this too ofc !!! >:)

I dont like Hunter.

Actually, that's not entirely true, I liked him in TCW season 7, when he was that silly man who fucked droids around the place, took no shit, and loved his brothers. I like the Hunter who, not putting this nicely, had a personality.

This is not a dig on him as a character, it's a dig on how he was handled, writing wise

Listen, I totally get that the "rugged-man-adopts-a-star-child" trope is popular, and I do LOVE that trope, really I do- I just don't really think it was done that well here? It's bothered me since s1 of the Bad Batch, and I don't think it's going to get any better this season....

My only real problem with the writing inconsistency of Hunter being an older brother of three to "Omega this, Omega that" and while I agree childcare is SUPER difficult at the best of times, Hunter had four brothers who were equally capable of taking care of Omega, too. It just never sat right with me that taking care of her became his ENTIRE personality

Hes a soldier, who despite being completely out of his element, had a routine he strictly followed for the whole war. Yet he seemed to completely forget about that ?? Stressed or not stressed, that worn in routines and LIFELONG LESSONS should not have left his head as quickly as they seemed to.

The most obvious and frustrating example of the oversimplification of Hunter's character is with Crosshair. I cannot even BEGIN to describe my anger when it comes to Hunter and Crosshair. It mainly stems from the way he just FORGETS his brother is with the Empire. Conveniently never bringing it up unless someone else did it first.

As the oldest sibling and squad leader, I personally think Hunter should have been the one to bring him up. It should not have had to be specifically mentioned by another character for Hunter to discuss it. He loves his brothers, he loved Crosshair, broody or not, he should have brought it up AT LEAST once, imo.

We also see this complete disregard for Crosshair AGAIN in s3, now that we have seen Hunter looking for Omega and not ONCE mentioning Crosshair. Has he forgotten that they were originally going to find Crosshair??? That they never actually FOUND their brother ??????? Annoyed me so much, tbh.

What else annoyed me was the singular language he used during the whole episode. "She's part of our squad." "Hemlock took SOMEONE from us." He's completely and utterly disregarding the OTHER TWO SIBLINGS that the Empire took away from him !!!!! It genuinely frustrates me so much.

I know I'm DEFINITELY nit-picking here, but even when Hunter looked to Tech's goggles, it was in a "He should've been here to do this." Way, not a "He should be here." Way. That's his brother, who died looking for another that Hunter has forgotten.

Hunter's tunnel vision is probably one my least favourite things about the Bad Batch, if I dare even MENTION that- and I love this show. It means so much to me, but I just can't handle this particular part of it...

I have so SO much anger directed towards the treatment of Hunter by the writers. I want the Hunter who was devoted to his WHOLE family, who fought for ALL of them, who would have NEVER allowed Crosshair to leave in the first place. Give me that Hunter back.

(Saying this- I do not mind Hunter and Omega's father/daughter and brother/sister relationship !!! I do really enjoy it- in small amounts. The fact that Hunter became nearly an extention of Omega really just- threw me off his whole character, really)

I specifically pick to ignore this when I'm making anything. Hunter has been a sergeant of three idiots(named endearingly) for the entirety of the war. One child who wanders around should not have taken up 100% of Hunter's attention, ESPECIALLY when he was surrounded and supported. It just bothers me, idk

Anyway, thats my rant !!! Back to some positives soon, promise !! I just had to get this off my chest, it's been BOTHERING me.

#sw the bad batch #tbb hunter #sw the bad batch spoilers #its a uh...#its a writing choice #definitely.#idk man i just dont like it that much

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xjulixred45x · 4 months

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Platonic Yandere Kento Nanami x Adoptive Daughter!Reader

This was the Request of @yukiotacon i hope You like it!

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Overprotectiveness, isolation, past trauma (HAIBARA), unhealthy relationship, UNHEALTY MINDSET, some persecution, angry Nanami is a scary Nanami. I think that's all.

At first Nanami never thought he would be a father, with his line of work and how lethal it is, he did not believe he could even get married to start a family.

Although of course, that changed completely when you lived in his life.

You were the youngest daughter of a family that had been a victim of the curses, and a special girl at that, because you were able to see the curses before apparently, but your family had discarded them as imaginary friends of their infant daughter.

Thanks to this, they could not foresee the imminent danger and it cost them their lives.

to everyone except you.

When Nanami found you, all alone, crying for someone to help you, but still with innocence on your face... it awakened something in him.

(Haibara, you remind him a lot of Haibara, someone whose life and innocence were taken from him, he can't let them do the same to you)

Kento decided that he would take care of you, although to be honest, he knew there was something wrong with him at the time he decided.

but he honestly didn't care at that point.

That's how you ended up as his daughter. I tried to make you have a normal life, away from the curses, to make you forget about your bad experience, but some marks remained forever...

Nanami has mostly overprotective tendencies and is somewhat strict, but at the same time she is very aware that what she feels is WRONG.

So I have long insisted on having your life, yes, but away from the world of Sorcery.

He will tell you HORRIBLE anecdotes and stories of co-workers who died at work, the horrors of curses, everything to keep you away from that world.

He himself usually eliminates curses that appear near his house, so he will hardly teach you anything at first.

It is only when you start your high school years that you insist more on the topic of learning how to better deal with curses because, well, schools are full of them.

(Nanami begins to regret not having taught you at home but it's too late)

If you insist enough, you will finally get him to teach you the basics of cursed energy and thus be able to kill curses little by little.

honestly Nanami is a nice Platonic Yandere to have. in this special case at least.

As long as you don't do anything related to the world of Wizardry, he's almost like a normal father. Just a little paranoid and protective, but hey, what father of daughters isn't?

When Nanami is an office worker, this side of him is more noticeable, because although he is miserable with his job, he is more than happy to see you have a normal life as a NORMAL teenager. Coming home from work and finding yourself either arriving or leaving school is very rewarding.

He feels like he found a reason to live.

Even if Nanami is more manageable at this time, he is no less lethal to anyone who even remotely poses a threat to you.

Did you mention someone who followed you at school? no more.

Is a classmate teasing you at school and the teachers do nothing? Kento will talk to that person...

The same goes for people he considers a "bad influence" yup, he's that kind of father. It requires knowing your friends (or at least, their parents) to know if it is safe to leave you with them. If they don't pass his standards, you won't see them or hang out with them again.

He just don't want to lose you...

(^^MANIPULATION)

For this reason, he is quite undecided about whether to tell you about his return to the world of Jujutsu.

He KNOWS you're interested in Jujutsu even after all, but he doesn't want you to go down this hole with him.

You would eventually find out, he reasons, and if he were to die on the job, you DESERVE to know why after all.

whether he tells you or you find out, you find out and Nanami doubles down on his overprotective tendencies by 200%.

Your current year of high school is homemade, why? because Nanami no longer trusts that high-grade curses cannot appear where you study and you cannot defend yourself.

stay home where it is safe.

I can see him even installing (without telling you) a baby monitor somewhere in the house to make sure you're there all the time.

If Gojo finds out about you, Nanami would be soooo screwed. Gojo wouldn't stop pestering him to tell him things about you, but at some point Nanami explodes and threatens him VERY SERIOUSLY to rip his throat out if he breathes another word about you.

It startled Gojo a little to be honest.

I mean, he was used to annoying Nanami all the time, but seeing how he changed so drastically when he brought up a specific topic related to you...it was even terrifying.

what topic was it? Letting you go on quests as a Sorceress.

Nanami thought it was just a joke from Gojo (as always) but in reality the thing was... different.

You had gone for Gojo to give you some training secretly from Nanami when you saw that he clearly wouldn't give it to you.

and Gojo simply accepted because he thought it would be fun to see Nanami's reaction when he found out.

Gojo didn't think Nanami was AS bad as you made him out to be with the overprotectiveness, you were a teenager after all.

but now...he took it more seriously.

Satoru wanted to know if Nanami would be okay in a "hypothetical" case because even if it seemed funny at first, he didn't think that with everything Nanami had been through he shouldn't take his opinion into consideration.

Although in the end he decided that the best thing would be to send you for more experience and (hopefully) give Nanami a lesson in your capabilities.

NOW, when Gojo sends you on your missions, you are ecstatic, finally some action! Finally something different from your normal, monotonous life! It was great!

The hardest part was altering the monitor that you KNEW your father had left at home and fixing it before he arrived. A part of you tried not to feel bad about all this, but on the other hand, who in their right mind puts a MONITOR on their TEENAGE DAUGHTER?? You had valid points.

although it didn't last long...

Nanami knew there was something wrong with you and in general several things were happening simultaneously with that.

Nanami randomly lost control of the monitor she had left at home and only recovered the image even hours later.

and he could feel that every time you were with more... attitude? more challenging.

He HAD to know what was causing this rebellious phase in you that he KNEW it would get worse if he didn't stop it, maybe some guy? He will kill him,a bad influence friend? He will get rid of it, but he has to know.

and when he does that is when he sees you come out of a successful mission.

tired, with some scratches, with your energy damned at FULL and when both of you exchange glances....

you run.

And run, and run and run...

What else should you do? You weren't going to tell him this way! You didn't want to face it.

Besides, the dark look your father had before he realized you had seen him was...dark to say the least. You never thought you'd see your father like this.

although you also didn't expect to see him come after you with a new level of anger.

It looked like a wild animal going after you.

You tried to use the advice that Gojo had given you, but you found yourself overshadowed by your desperation, he was much faster than you...

You tried to take him near civilians, thinking that he wouldn't try anything with them around, but you were scared when you saw him take out his tool.

Was he REALLY going to use it!?? With so many people around!? It's leaving you without options.

You finally decided to go somewhere further away from the people for their safety, but at some point you lost Nanami from sight. no no no no where the hell did he go??

The only thing you remember before falling unconscious was thinking about how you left your teacher waiting.

and now here you are back, at home, with your "father" on another "normal" day.

The house now looked like a military fort when you woke up, with an anklet on it.

despite all the turbidity of the matter. You just wanted to know something from your father. The WHY of all this, what makes it worth it?

His answer sounded both crazy and made a lot of sense, at the same time that you understood something...

that he just wanted to protect you at all costs, he has already lost so many people in his life for that reason, he refuses to lose you too...

He will never leave you.

Shares, reglogs, and comments are very welcome!

Thanks for the Request ❤️❤️❤️

#headcanons #fem reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu no kaisen #yandere platonic #platonic reader #platonic yandere #nanami kento #jjk nanami #platonic yandere nanami #yandere nanami #yandere nanami x reader #platonic nanami

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ama0310 · 5 months

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The President's Daughter (2)

Character: Finnick Odair

Requested: Sorta lol

Type: Angst/Fluff

Summary: Arianna Flemings-Snow, the adopted daughter of Coriolanus Snow, bravely volunteers for the 75th Annual Hunger Games. Now it's training day for the tributes.

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Arianna would be lying if she said she didn't like training.

She did. She trains everyday for at least two hours. Last week she threw knives at holograms for four hours straight and loved it.

Even after winning her games she knew she had to be prepared for everything. At fifteen she realized how unprepared she was for life, and she was never going to feel that way again.

What she didn't like was having to train with nineteen other people that will want to murder her for their own survival. Obviously minus Mags, Finnick, her district partner, and Johanna.

It's not that she was worried. She just never wanted to return to how inhumane she was all those years ago. Training for fun was one thing, but training for the Hunger Games was completely different.

"Snow White in the flesh. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" She smiles instantly turning around finding Finnick in his uniform.

"My fisherman." He laughed and put his arm around her walking her through the training center towards Mags.

She looked at each District pairs stopping her eyes at the District 1 pair throwing their knives at the holograms. Gloss smirks at Cashmere before meeting Arianna's eyes and winks.

Finnick pulls her her towards him glancing at the man, "What's that about? Making an alliance with the Careers?"

She shakes her head looking around to District 3 trying to create fire, "Nope." She then turns to see Finnick staring right at her. "I'm serious. Gloss invited me to the Careers and I told him I would ask you. You're the only alliance I really care about and you know it."

"I was thinking about the newbies." Though Arianna knew that's where he was heading she was skeptical. The girl seemed nice, but her father gave her one rule and it was to not fraternize with the enemy. And Katniss is his #1 enemy currently. "Unless you weren't?"

She runs a hand through her hair, "Can we even trust them Finn? At least with the careers we know they'll have our back until the end."

"I'm sure Gloss would stab me before we even make it halfway." Jealousy bright in his eyes. Gloss definitely had a crush on Arianna, he doesn't blame him though, everyone does.

She ruffles his hair up a bit, "And I would make sure every ounce of blood drains slowly and agonizingly out of his body if he does that."

"My wicked Snow White." He smirks at her threat. He knows if the roles were reversed he would do the same thing. That's how their relationship goes. Even outside of the games every time there was a possible threat towards his girl he was always one step ahead already ready to rip some heads off. She boops his nose before continuing their walk down the pathway.

The moment they made it to the hooks sections she immediately hugged Mags, "Let me see what you're doing Mags." The old lady smiles big before licking her fingers and continuing her work.

Finnick couldn't help but admire the girl as she was following Mags' directions. She was captivating. He couldn't help but stare. Realizing he was staring a little bit too long he starts observing the rest of the Victors. He then noticed Katniss on the other side looking at the ropes. He comes up next to her and grabs onto the rope she was tying (horribly).

"Girl on Fire can't even tie a rope. Hm interesting. Here let me. "He starts wrapping the rope around his hand twirling each strand beautiful. "Let me show you the best knot in the arena." Katniss still stares at him annoyance visible on her face making him chuckle. "Arianna better not see you staring at me. Look at the knot not my beautiful face. This is the bit where it gets complicated."

He then puts it around his neck, tightens it until it's snug against his throat. He grabs the end of the rope, "And this is for...well you know..." He then pretends to be hanging.

The girl in front of him smiles sarcastically, "Fun"

He turns to the girl offering her the end of his rope, "Do you want to take me for a walk?"

Katniss glared at the man about the leave when she retorts, "Shouldn't you be asking your girlfriend that?"

He chuckles keeping the rope around his neck before pointing to the Knives section. "She's a bit busy being a badass right now."

The duo walks towards where all the tributes seem to be admiring the young girl.

As the first holographic target flickered to life, Arianna's hand moved with lightning speed. A gleaming silver knife soared through the air, embedding itself precisely in the center of the target.

A particularly challenging hologram materialized—a ferocious muttation with razor-sharp teeth. The tension in the air thickened as Arianna locked eyes with the holographic beast.

With a swift, controlled motion, she flung a set of knives in rapid succession, hitting the muttation's vulnerable points. The hologram dissipated in a burst of light, and the crowd erupted into cheers

Arianna, unfazed by the attention, took a moment to acknowledge the crowd with a nod and a confident smile then hugs a proud-looking Mags. "This is my go-to knife and now it's yours. Use it well."

As people were finally going back to their training she stops in front of Katniss and Finnick.

She looks at the rope around his neck while raising her eyebrow. She twirls the loose end of the rope around her hand and tugs hard making him immediately lose his balance and lean towards the girl smirking. "I like this."

Finnick couldn't help but reciprocate the feeling. "You and me both...I was just showing Girl on Fire here the best knot in the arena."

Arianna ties her up in a ponytail before crossing her arms. " You learned from the master. He was the one to teach me many years ago how to do that. When he wasn't even my mentor." She then points to where she was. "I was teaching Mags how to throw a knife. I think she was too busy hyping me up to actually be looking."

"Couldn't leave Snow White in distress. The best part of the Hunger Games is the rope tying." Arianna lightly hit his chest. "And let's be honest here Mags definitely agreed to the demonstration so she can show you off. Very wise woman she is."

Katniss cleared her throat making the duo look at her. Peta also decided to stand next to his fiancé. "That was impressive."

The short compliment made the girl smile, "Don't worry you won't be at the end of my throws." Peta sighed in relief making the duo laugh out loud. "Hopefully we'll be able to be allies, right Finnick?" He nods and winks at Katniss before following the girl pulling his rope.

"If I knew you liked being dominant I would've given you a rope a long time ago." Arianna couldn't help but laugh letting the rope go and taking it off him, she caressed her hand around the rawish area. An intimate yet beautiful moment between the two. Both looking at one another intensely.

Peta and Katniss were still looking at the pair who were a few feet away from them. "So what do you think?"

Katniss really didn't know what to think. Finnick's threat last time ran through her head. Seeing them now definitely solidifies her thoughts of them being together.

It's very interesting seeing those two claim they're not together yet so openly show their care for one another. A part of her loves the idea of a true love connection at the games, but she can't really see the playboy of the capitol and the tyrants' daughter together as a symbol of love.

Now the two were at the plants section with Arianna quickly matching all the plants correctly. "She's brilliant and skilled, but I don't trust either of them."

Peta liked the duo. He understands Katniss' skepticism, but he also doesn't want the duo as possible enemies especially if they're so willing to be allies.

He put an arm on her shoulder, "If we get Arianna, then we get Finnick, Mags, and Johanna by association. It honestly makes sense."

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"Well, sweetheart, you got your pick of the litter." Haymitch folds his hands giving their duo a smile.

"I want Arianna."

#finnick odair imagine #finnick x reader #finnick odair x reader #finnick imagine #finnick odair #thg finnick #finnick angst #president snow

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whygalaxy · 24 days

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Little one - Pt.2

♡⃕ Relationship} Quackity x Naive!Fem!Reader

♡⃕ {Part.One; here}

♡⃕ Summary} "How did the "game" with Daddy start?"

♡⃕ TW.} NSFW; Smut; Dub-con; Innocent Kink; Size kink; Size difference; Stepcest; Reader is very innocent and naive; Reader is childish (she didn't have a good childhood); Unprotected sex; Daddy kink; guilt

♡⃕ Notes} English is not my first language, there may be mistakes. I’m sorry for anything. This fanfic may not be suitable for everyone

You had recently been adopted by Quackity, and you couldn't be happier!

He was so nice and caring towards you, always worrying and looking out for you.

But for Quackity, it was hell. Intrusive and unhealthy thoughts entered his mind, he had never had these types of thoughts before…. Before adopting you…

He felt horrible, he was your father now! You saw him as a father figure, and you were so innocent… He had already lost his sanity a long time ago…

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He was with you in the room, playing with dolls with you. You were such a lovely, innocent thing… he couldn't hold back anymore… “I'm sorry, little one…” he thinks to himself.

“What do we think about playing a very special game?” He asks, looking at you with a smile. Your eyes light up as you look at him, a game? Special? You loved games!

“Of course I do, daddy!” You scream, excited for the game. Geez… you were so innocent…

He smiles, picking you up as he sits on the couch, placing you on his lap. He spreads your legs wide, his hands being placed on your crotch. “The game is special for Fathers and daughters, that's why you can't tell anyone. Daddy will tickle you differently.”

He says, planting a kiss on your cheek, you laugh. Different tickles? This looked so fun! He lifts your skirt, exposing the white panties you were wearing… You were so adorable.

He runs his fingers over your clothed pussy, making you let out such a cute whimper. What was he doing?… He can't think much, sliding your panties to the side and slipping a finger inside you.

You moan as he sticks a finger inside your untouched pussy, making you moan loudly. You felt strange, but it felt so good…

Meanwhile, Quackity was surprised how tight and hot you were, he could barely move a finger…. With great difficulty, he adds another one inside you. Stretching you for the next stage of the game.

It doesn't take long for you to cum on his fingers, heavens… You were so cute, the little noise and the little face you made when you came were just adorable.

“Daddy?…” You moan, and fuck, he feels himself getting even harder. He never thought maliciously about that nickname… but now, he was practically crazy. “Now baby… Daddy’s going to stick something inside you… and it’s going to be good, okay?”

You nod, already fucking stupid from your first orgasm. He lifts you up enough to pull down his pants, his cock came out hard, precum oozing out of the tip. He was desperate….

He passes his dick against your wet lips, he couldn't believe he was doing this… he takes courage and…

"Daddy!" You scream in pain when his cock finally penetrates you. He feels like he's breaking you… he was a horrible father…

You scream in pain, having never been stretched so much in your life. He kisses away your tears, “calm down baby, daddy’s here…” he says, and then looks at his dick. Seeing blood dripping from his dick, a reminder that he had hurt you…

He lets you adjust to his dick, even though he wasn't able to get his dick all the way inside you. You were so little…

He starts to fuck you hard, but slowly, not wanting to hurt you more than he already has… His thrusts were deep, always reaching your cervix. He kissed your neck and cheek trying to calm you down and calm your tears.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum again, helping him slide his cock more easily inside you. His thrusts started to get sloppy, he was about to cum.

He couldn't resist, you squeezed him so well! "little one!" He moans, cumming inside you. Filling your little womb with his hot cum.

He kisses your tears and cheeks, whispering praises in your ear. “Such a good girl… so good for daddy… daddy is proud of you,” he says, and you smile.

As much as it hurt, you were happy to be daddy's good girl… And he, felt terrible… terrible for hurting you… and knowing that he would hurt you again… You were so addictive…

#quackity x reader #quackity x you #quackity smut #qsmp #tw dubcon #tw dubious consent #tw stepcest #daddy k!nk

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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king · 1 year

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Danny and Danielle definitely love to mess around with people guessing their relationship.

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Duke: Danny, who is that girl with you?

Danny: Oh, she's my cousin. Long story. Anyway...

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~Gala in honor of a new victory of the Young Titans.~

Batman hands the adoption papers to Phantom.

Danny: Look, man, I already have parents and I'm a self-sufficient ghost with a job and...I'm really not a fan of creepy billionaires with a lair under the estate.

~Danielle literally appears out of thin air~

Elle: Hey, dad. I don't want to interrupt, but father is dead ahead, coming right at us.

Danny: What, is that crazy fruit loop here too? Call Clockwork, tell him to lend me the thermos I left in his lair. I might as well get child support for both of you.

Batman looks stunned, then nods. The 1+2 action is very successful, Alfred will not be able to resist such cute faces.

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~ Danny pointing at the phone screen~

Danny: Here. Jazz and Elle. My sisters. They are so cool.

Dick: But isn't the ghost girl your cousin? Or daughter, according to Bruce?

Danny:...Not to change the subject...Show me a picture of Jason in pixy boots!

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Danny: This is Elle, my no-love-but-hate product with my nemesis, and this is Dan, my youngest. Who knew that when you play with timelines, you have to use protection!

Flash: Yeah, rookie mistake.

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~Dining room, Wayne Manor~

Dan: I'm not going to play along with your crazy ideas! It's humiliating!

Alfred: Master Dan, your attitude towards your father upsets me immensely. Kindly sit down and have a cup of tea with your family.

Dan:...I still don't understand how Jazz and Pennyworth make me do what they want.

Oracle: No one dares to resist Alfred and upset older sister. These are the laws of the universe. Would you like another cup of milk oolong?

Dan: *sighs*

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Nightwing: So you and King Phantom and Chronos...

Vlad: No! Disgusting! We're just raising kids together. I have them every Thursday and I curse the day I thought I needed an heir. Your father has a whole bunch of them...I thought I could keep one under control, but now my house is like a battlefield and I'm losing. What is this, gum on the chair?!

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Danny: I’m so tired of this job.

Dan: You know what, I used to want to kill you and your whole family for revenge, but now...you must suffer. Have fun with the paperwork. Now the whole Ghost Zone thinks you’re my father, so I don’t want to inherit that stupid ring and crown if I crush your core. Elle and I are gonna go to Starbucks, and then I’m gonna teach her to terrify Vlad. Good luck trying to stop me.

Danny: ...I hate this family...

~~~

Danny and Elle are just having fun. :D

Dan and Vlad:Why do I have to participate?

Clockwork: Everything is going as it should be. Nice.

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I think my one complaint about Anders is that I wish we’d seen him leave of his own accord at least once. Unfortunately I doubt that would be possible due to time constraints but, I think if we’d gotten to see how Hilda was affected by him actually leaving and not being fairynapped it would have better shown what kind of person he is, and been a really good representation of what a lot of real kids go through. That moment where Hilda finally realised her Father abandoned her is so heartbreaking, raw, and real, and the fact that it’s later revealed he didn’t kind of undermines that.

I’m not against Anders changing for the better - it’s a kids show, and it makes sense they’d want to give him a character arch instead of just introducing him to be a dick lol. It also makes sense for his character to have nearly losing his entire family forever be a wake up call for him. But I wish we’d gotten more time with him, and really seen the effects of him leaving for real. Without that, we can generally assume that it had the same effect as him being kidnapped did in canon, but it’s just not the same.

I’m of the opinion that introducing Hilda’s dad as a concept was a good decision, and I don’t think it undermines the shows found family. It gives Hilda a relatable and realistic aspect to her that I think is important for kids in similar situations to see. I am, however, very biased in that regard.

My biological father was an asshole who fucked off before I was born, but I’ve had no absence of family or fatherly role models - I’m very close with my adoptive dad and my grandad. But that didn’t mean I never had questions, or insecurities.

It’s easy to look at fictional tropes and say that found family is clearly superior and biology doesn’t mean shit, and that’s true! But when you’re living in that reality, when you’re young and coming to terms with it for the first time, it’s hard. Especially when you’re surrounded by people who all have blood relations with their families, and when the person you’re related to is regarded as a dick. it really makes you feel isolated and like there’s something wrong with you, like you’re an outsider — you’re different.

Real life people are messy and have insecurities that defy reason, you might logically know that biology doesn’t matter, but when you’re thirteen and insecure and full of inner turmoil, you can’t help but feel bad.

Personally, as I got older, I met people in similar situations and realised I wasn’t alone, that it was okay to have those feelings but it didn’t make them true. But at that age, having grown up in a rural community, I really was alone.

Hilda’s insecurities in season 3 are a great representation of that, she feels like she’s never had a proper family, this thing with Frida, David, Tontu, Alfur and Johanna and Astrid is all new to her. You can tell her Father’s absence has hurt her, how she’s felt different and alone and like something was missing. Hilda defines her worth through her relationships with others, how she can help them make them happy, it destroyed her when she felt like she failed Frida, imagine how she feels about her father.

What I think season 3 was missing was for Hilda to realise that she doesn’t need Anders, and that her happiness isn’t reliant on him being there, I wish she’d had a tad more agency in the relationship, yk? She wants him to be in her life, and he’s going to make an effort now to do that, but she has a support system in place and will be perfectly fine without him. I wish the show had properly acknowledged that just because this is how things ended up, it wasn’t the only option — with or without Anders, Hilda would still have been happy with her family in the end, the fact that he’s a part of it is a nice bonus, but not an essential one.

In general, I think Anders is the best they could do with the time they were given. Having him be a realistic shitty dad who loves his daughter but is just so bad at it is relatable and realistic, though I wish they’d better emphasised that just because he loves hers that doesn’t make his actions okay (perhaps by slightly altering Johanna’s moment with Hilda at the end of The Job), because it’s clear, I think, as a diehard fan, but might not be for more casual viewers.

Having him be redeemable and stick around to do better is a good conclusion for his arch, it’s a happy ending all around and makes sense for the story - it could’ve been weird if they just had him show up and then immediately leave with zero resolution to his character, unless they made him an all out irredeemable abuser, which I think would’ve been worse than what we got. Portraying abusers as unforgivable and cartoonish villains only makes it harder for real life victims to recognise their situations, so if it couldn’t be portrayed properly (which thanks to time constraints and the overall narrative I don’t believe it could be) I’m glad they went with something else.

What we’ve got is, and I know I’ve said this many times lol, a realistic depiction of a crappy, absentee father, that young viewers can recognise and relate to. On that end, the biggest issues are Hilda’s lack of agency within their storyline, since she has no control in the resolution of their relationship, young people looking to this show for ways to cope with their own situations might be discouraged by the end resolution of “he decided to stick around”, since that resolution rests on his decision, not Hilda’s, if that makes sense.

TLDR; Overall, I think Anders’ was a good character and the best that could’ve been done with what the team was given, but,

A) I wish we’d gotten to see him leave of his own accord at least once, so that Hilda’s final realisation that he left her on purpose has more impact and doesn’t loose its meaning in retrospect, and,

B) That Hilda had more agency in the final resolution of their dynamic, that their happily ever after wasn’t entirely reliant on Anders swearing he won’t leave. An alternative solution, maybe presented earlier on in the season when he first left, that provided her with a coping mechanism/outlet in case he does, so that her happiness and mental health isn’t in his hands, would’ve been pretty neat.

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Re-reading some of the other Anons’s take and how Charlastor has way more dynamic than Chaggie and I couldn’t agree more. And like.. CAN YOU imagine the potential if we role swapped Vaggie and Alastor ? Somethings would change of course.

Charlie so desperate to help the sinners and to help the people of hell. Vaggie being an overlord/ powerful being “ helping “ Charlie, taking advantage of her naiveness and knowing dang well the hotel idea is gonna be a disaster. But the more she spends time with Charlie,GETTING TO KNOW HER MORE, the more Vaggie thinks “… maybe she could be right ?.. “ Changing her perspective on what’s right. Starts enjoying her company more and “ Oh no she’s kind of cute ? Oh god - eldrich lesbian moth panic- “ (both of them would be the same age don’t worry )

If I remember correctly, I think people speculated Alastor having some past with Lilith/Rosie ? There’s potential there too! We could have maybe Lilith/Rosie give kid Charlie to Alastor since she trust Alastor to take good care of her. ( Alastor could be a fallen angel? ) and both him and Charlie could have a wholesome father-daughter relationship. Alastor, still being the quirky silly Uncle/ Dad to Charlie and supporting her idea of a Happy Hotel for sinners. At first he wouldn’t be on board with it but he would still be supportive, like any parent. He could be so iffy of Vaggie, A POWERFUL DANGEROUS BEING, just waltzing into the hotel to “help” her adoptive daughter/ Niece. We could have gotten Protective Dad Alastor.

Alastor: -points aggressively at Vaggie who’s just staring at Charlie with heart eyes- “ She is gonna be a bad influence and danger to my kid, I just KNOW it “ >:(

Love your blog! Hope you had a nice New years and Crimmis! Happy 2024!

Now you've done it, Anon. The thought of super powerful Eldritchian Overlord Vaggie is giving me a sexuality crisis. What am I supposed to do with that?

And thank you! I had a wonderful Chrysler and New Year's, and I hope you did too! Here's to a great 2024!

#Anonymous #hazbin hotel critical #viv stuff #actual blog post

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A new addition in the family (Sinclair daughter!reader)

It has been a hot minute since I posted for Sinclair daughter!reader, so I really hope you'll enjoy this <3

This is a requested fic about a woman appearing in the Sinclairs’ lives, as their potential wife and mother. You can find the request here.

Warnings: reader is jealous, lost and insecure, a little bit of angst, mention of killing and violence, happy ending.

You had always lived with your fathers (and Jonesy) only.

Because of your past, you had never looked for your biological parents (if they threw you in the pit, you really had no reason to meet them).

In all honesty, Bo was quite happy you didn’t ask to find them, because he was pretty certain he would have murdered them for the way they treated you.

For a long time, you were the only girl living in Ambrose, and you liked it that way, even if, sometimes, you wished you weren’t the only one.

But you wished for friends, not for a mother.

Actually, you saw the way your parents worshipped their own mother - and even kept her in the church to play her funeral over and over again - and it was quite scary. You didn’t want to have that kind of relationship with anyone.

You were half aware that your parents were intense, and that you would probably not react that way, but you weren’t too sure.

You were happy that way anyways. And you had three adults keeping an eye on you pretty much all the time, so it was more than enough for you. As a teen now, you were really not sure you would be able to stand to have another adult monitoring you.

Plus, you liked to have the three men’s attention all on you and on no one else. It made you feel important and loved.

You instantly noticed something was off that day when you saw Bo flirting with a tourist. Of course, you had seen him flirt with so many women before, but it was different. There was a light in his eyes… You could tell he had a soft spot for her.

It instantly worried you.

You were happy to be the only girl in Ambrose because you were certain they wouldn’t replace you with anyone else. But if they invited someone else to your home… Would the brothers still love you like they used to? Wouldn't you be in the way of their romantic and sexual life?

She wasn’t with a group. It was just her.

She was so pretty. So so pretty.

And her laugh was so soft and nice.

She was literally the embodiment of the beautiful housewife you saw sometimes on TV. But unlike these characters on TV, she was smart and funny. You noticed she easily made Bo laugh as he started to check on her car.

When he put his hand on the little of her back to guide her inside the garage, you just couldn’t stand it, and you had to intervene.

You wanted to remind Bo he had a daughter already, which meant he didn’t need anyone else in his life.

You entered the garage, trying to play it cool. “Daddy, can ya give me your phone; need to call Papa and my phone’s dead right now” you said. You didn’t need to call Lester, but it didn’t matter.

Bo turned to you. He wasn’t too surprised to see you there; he was used to you playing around with tourists. But he really didn’t want you here today. He was quick to give you his phone, hoping you would leave right away.

The woman smiled at you. “You’re so beautiful!” she exclaimed “What’s your name?” she asked after she had introduced herself.

You were quite stunned. You often heard tourists complimenting you, but never so sincerely. You answered her and she smiled even more.

“Bo’s a good dad, I hope,” she continued. She seemed to really like you. “I’ve wanted kids but luck hasn’t been on my side so far.” she explained.

“Yeah, he’s a good dad. Bo adopted me with his two brothers” you replied.

It never failed to make Bo smile. He gently stroked your head. “I know I’m lucky” he added and the woman watched the two of you with a lot of tenderness.

“So you have three dads?” she gently chuckled and you rolled your eyes

“Pff, yeah. Always on my back” you complained and Bo huffed

“Ya’re the one on my back right now. Go call Lester back home. I’ve some work to do” he replied as he gently pushed you away.

You didn’t find anything to say as the woman waved you goodbye.

You called Lester for him to buy you some ice cream. And you told him about the woman.

You were so surprised when he happily told you he also met her earlier and that she was very nice and sweet. You were even more surprised when you learned that both Bo and Lester had asked Vincent to leave her alone. She wasn’t going to be killed.

You thought you had something to play with Vincent so you looked for him. You didn’t find him in the basement, but you found him in the House of Wax, showing the sculptures to the woman.

Bo had told her he had quite a lot of work to do and had offered for her to check on the museum. He hadn’t thought his brother would be quick to also make a move on her.

You watched them in pure bewilderment. You had no idea what to do.

It was even worse when you found yourself, at the dinner, with the four adults together. They were all joking around as you stayed utterly silent.

You had mixed feelings about her.

She did seem nice and sweet. And she was making your fathers happy.

But what did it say about you? Weren’t you enough for them?

You didn’t need a mother in your life. And your fathers didn’t need anyone else in their existences either.

You were already a family.

Vincent was the first one to notice how lost and confused you seemed to be, so he tried to include you in the conversation.

Lester was quick to follow the lead.

You were rarely silent at the family dinner. You only shut up when you were upset (like after a fight with Bo).

The woman seemed to realise what was going on, and she started to ask you questions about your life in Ambrose.

You were a little bit reluctant to answer her at first, but Bo sent you a glance meaning he really needed you to cooperate.

You had been abandoned by your biological family once already, and you had always been a little bit scared your fathers would grow tired of you one day, no matter how much you loved each other. You didn’t want to screw this up.

So even if you weren’t the most obedient child in the world, for once, you did what your parents were expecting from you without any argument.

You answered the questions, a little bit uneasy. It wasn’t because of her questions though, just because of the situation.

You just wanted to tell her that your parents were killers, that way they would have to murder her. At the same time, you didn’t want your parents to be mad at you. It felt important to them.

As important as you were.

It was so strange.

It was even more strange when the woman left Ambrose unharmed the next morning, and then came back very often, flirting with all your fathers.

Bo was the most seductive one, and Lester the funniest. Vincent was a little bit shier because of his mask, but it made him quite soft to her.

She clearly enjoyed them all equally.

And she didn’t care one bit about the killings.

One evening, Bo asked you to go out for the night. He wanted you to stay at Lester’s place because they had a “date” with the woman. You understood they planned on having sex with her and they needed you out of the way.

You obeyed, without saying anything, which worried Bo a little but he was too distracted with that woman to really think about it for the moment.

When you came back home, the next day, your parents sat you at the kitchen table.

“So, love, we want ya to treat her like she was your mother. She’s really good, and it’ll be nice to have her around, ya’ll see.” they told you and you stayed silent for a little while

“I need no mother” you finally said

“She really likes ya and she’s a nurturing nature. Ya always complain ya’re the only girl in town. It’ll be fun, ya’ll be able to do girly stuff with her. We’ll even leave the house to the two of ya when ya’ll want to do girl’s nights. Doesn’t it sound good?” they tried to coax you.

Even if it did sound appealing, you were worried.

“Do ya still love me, though?” you asked them, almost crying.

They were quite shocked that you could believe that including someone else in their existences could change the love they had for you.

They all appeased you like they could.

Lester told you that you would be forever his daughter and his joy, that he would still do anything for you, that he wanted all of you to be happy. And he really believed they would be the perfect functioning family with her being a part of it. He really thought they needed a wife and you needed a mother. He asked you to trust him.

Vincent cuddled you and promised you that nothing would ever change. You were still his top priority. He also offered to spend more time with you in the basement so you could do some art together. He admitted he had missed this time with you lately, even if it was his own fault.

Bo waited for his brothers to leave before talking to you, because it was very serious for him. He explained to you, once again, how family was the core of everything. He told you he believed they needed a mother for you and that she was perfect. She would care for everyone, and he needed you to be good to her. But he also promised you that if the situation upsetted you, if she hurt you physically or verbally, he would kill her without a second thought. Because you were his daughter, and there was nothing more important than you.

You guessed you had a mother now.

And even if you needed some time to admit it, it was quite nice.

#House of Wax #house of wax x reader #house of wax x daughter #sinclair brothers x reader #sinclair brothers x daughter #sinclair brothers x you #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x daughter #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x daughter #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x daughter #Lester Sinclair x you #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x daughter

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sandraharissa · 6 months

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To me the core theme of arcane is this specific type of conflict that repeats over and over again in all the main aspects of the story that centers around 'sibling relationships'.

Starting with the two cities. We have Piltover and the bad side of Piltover. Technically they're supposed to be one and the same but one is the 'golden privileged child' while the other is disadvantaged and needs to rely on the rich side of Piltover for support, they can't do it by themselves. And then the rich side of Piltover fails in its duties of taking care of/protecting/supporting/whatever the poorer side and a split happens. Zaun is created and it becomes so dangerous and volatile, it becomes a menace and an active threat to itself/the outside and there's no going back. It's the monster Piltover created and even tho the Undercity suffered unfairly at this point it has become so monstrous there may be no improvement/redemption for it.

And obvs that's the exact same thing that happens with Vander/Silco and Vi/Jinx. However it's also imo completely applicable to Jayce/Viktor and even Heimer/Singed. Jayce and Viktor will only reach their break-up era in future seasons but it's a given this will happen but I know I obvs need to explain the Heimer/Singed example.

Based on what we know about them Heimer is just naturally immortal/long-living, how lucky for him, and completely lacks any ability to relate to beings who from his perspective live short life-spans. Meanwhile Singed is just a human and on top of that he had a 10yo child who died from some kind of disease(maybe?). Currently he is obsessed with discovering immortality: experimenting on ppl, mutating them, resurrecting corpses etc. possibly in an attempt to find a way to heal/resurrect his daughter. And we know him and Heimer were partners and that Heimer didn't help him and threw him out of the university or smth for his research. So the exact same dynamic as the other pairs.

So notice how we've got the cities, and then each city has its storyline, and each storyline has a pair of protags who reflect the conflict between the cities, and then each pair also has the pair that preceded them which also reflects the same conflict. In Zaun all these connections are about family ties: brothers, sisters, fathers/daughters, with inherited political/social roles like the Piltover sympathizer and criminal/revolutionary. Meanwhile Piltover storyline connections are about 'progress': science buddies, mentors and students, with Jayce succeeding Heimer as the barely-scientist-moreso-a-politician and Singed/Viktor being mad scientists. We've even got zaunite 'older siblings' associating with Piltover and piltovan 'younger siblings' being from/associating with Zaun.

Just really nice parallels all around.

But I actually have an honorable mention to add here at the end lol.

Mylo and Claggor. Obvs they don't quite fit cos they never develop into this kinda dynamic and they were never meant to but I can't help but notice the similarities. Claggor being the pure hearted hero archetype, looking like Vander, naturally good fighter, seemingly lacking insecurities, seems like the 'second in command' after Vi (second best with the fighting machine, Vander speaks to him second to get info about what happened), meanwhile Mylo giving off 3rd child vibes, full of insecurities and needing to prove himself, physically looks like a stick bug, a bit of a bully, "weird" lock-picking talents that he struggles with and isn't respected for (like Singed/Viktor's science, Powder's bombs or Silco's dream) that are actually super useful and impressive (like he could have been robbing millions from Piltover banks if he got adopted by Silco instead lol).

#ppl excluding mylo and claggor in fanart or fanfic like they don't fit perfectly into this batshit crazy family and its dynamics #arcane #vi #jinx #vander #silco #viktor #jayce #heimerdinger #singed #mylo #claggor #arcane worldbuilding #vanco family #arcane family #my:arcane

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killervelveteenrabbit · 9 months

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Is this the end of Chloe Bourgeois?

She’s been exiled from her city after a brief but disastrous run as its absolute ruler. Her father has disowned her. Her mother is humiliated by her and seems intent on making her burn for it, now that she has sole custody of her. Her co-conspirator in her grand scheme has dropped contact, forsaking her to run her own game. Her childhood friend, the boy she once regarded as hers and hers alone, has washed his hands of her. Her only friend, whom she treated as an underling for years, has turned against her. And her favorite bullying target has just explained to her, in no uncertain terms, that she’s lost everything and has no power over anyone anymore.

Even from a Doylist perspective, there seems to be no place for Chloe anymore. She no longer lives in Paris, and Lila/Cerise has usurped her position as designated beta-villain. Some would see this as an opportunity to write Chloe out of the series entirely, and few people within the fandom would shed tears.

And yet, Chloe does have her fans. Some of them object to the apparent beatification of Marinette, in-universe and out, or that Mr. Astruc and the writers have flanderized Chloe into the series’ hate sink at the cost of her character arc. Others sympathize with Chloe as a victim of emotional abuse and neglect who doesn’t understand how to be a good person because no one’s shown her how (although I would argue that Armand and Miss Bustier at least tried).

Putting Chloe on a bus (or in her case, a jet) while singing “Ding Dong, the Bitch is Dead” seems too easy and neat an ending for her. I would like to see Chloe return in season 6 with the increased capacity for empathy that often comes from losing something precious. I want her to learn that “nice” isn’t just an affectation one puts on to impress people you like. I want her to understand that true heroism takes effort and even sacrifice. I want her to experience the give-and-take of equitable relationships. I want to see her tempted to fall into old habits and make a few bad decisions, but ultimately prove herself to herself. And again shifting from the Watsonian to the Doylist, I would like to see Chloe become a powerful foil and counter to the increasingly diabolical Lila/Cerise.

The problem is that I don’t see how this is possible. Audrey seems intent on controlling Chloe’s every move to prevent her daughter from causing her further shame. Even if Chloe did return to Paris, everyone there seemingly hates her. The only way I can see it happening is if Audrey got tired of Chloe and sent her back, not knowing what else to do with her... and if someone, against their better judgment, agreed to shelter her... and if she adopted a new name and changed her appearance so that no one recognized her as the recently overthrown child-dictator of Paris.

Reinventing Chloe offers far more creative potential than discarding her. Also, it would show the kids for whom this show was created what it means to be a truly good person, that sometimes it takes real effort and hard choices but that it’s ultimately worth it.

#chloe bourgeois #lila rossi #ml revelation #ml meta #ml analysis #miraculous ladybug #audrey bourgeois

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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hey robyn!! how are u doing?

can you do Hermione x fem!reader when they have a baby? adopted or not, you decide... and reader being wolfstar daughter please

Oh dear merlin we’ve made another one

wife! hermione granger x mom! reader (feat wolfstar dads/grandads)

Summary: Hermione comes home to find her daughter, wife and father-in-laws have had a good day

Warnings: established relationship, wolfstar parents/grandparents

A/n: 0.7k words, hi! I'm good how are you? Their daughter is a toddler/small child rather than a baby I hope thats okay ♡

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Hermione dropped the keys in the small bowl by the door, smiling as she can hear the giggles of her daughter bouncing around the walls. Hanging up her coat and scarf she walks down the hall only to be greeted by your father, Remus, putting his finger to his lips as he hithers for her to follow him quietly

She does as her old professor, now father in law says, creeping slowly towards the door of the living room to see her daughter clapping and giggling at the large black dog sitting with a robin on its snout. She glances up at Remus to see him smiling wide, then back to the scene, watching as your animagus hops over onto your daughter extended hand eruptupting in more happy squeals while the dog lays down next to her, head on her lap and looking delighted at the ear scratches he receives with her free hand

“How long have they been entertaining her like that?” she whispers toward Remus

He chuckles “Well we showed up around 11 so 6/7 hours? Though they did nap together around 2 then eat the soup I gave them before continuing on” he informs her “Not mad are ya?” he checks before joking “He’s had his shots”

She giggles at that “No not at all, especially not when it makes my little pumpkin so happy” she says the last part a little louder gaining yours, Sirius’ and your daughters attention

“Mummy!” she squeals, bouncing on her bum and getting all excited “I’m like the book!” she shines holding you up proudly on her finger

“What book pumpkin?” Hermione walks deeper into the room, kneeling down in front of her while Sirius doesn’t shift back he does walk over to the couch and jump up on it, laying his head on Remus’ lap now he’s taken a seat

“One with the emotional dwarfs” she answers earning laughs from Remus and Hermione, as well as a snuff and tweet they assume are also laughs from you and Sirius

“Snow White, pumpkin?” she leans in and kisses her nose, falling onto her side as she looks down at her daughter, heart feeling whole again now she’s in your presence

Speaking of you, you fly up and land on her shoulder “Hi sweets” she whispers and you muzzle yourself into her cheek to say hi back

“Yeah! Grampa Moons said the muggles made a movie about it” your daughter says with a cheesy grin, a grin everyone knew meant you were all watching it tonight

“Did he now?” Hermione turns back to the man who just shrugs with a wink “Well I don’t know about that you’ll have to ask your cooler mum” Hermione looks towards you, still perched on her shoulder

You hop off and onto floor in front of your wife and daughter, shifting back with a knowing smile at the former

“Can we mum?! Pretty please with cherries on top!”

You melt at her little pout and bright eyes, and despite it being impossible, much like yourself she somehow inherited yours and your fathers puppy eyes

“Since you asked so nicely” you bend down and run your nose against her little one making her giggle and bounce with the sweetest little grin “Dad?” you turn to Remus, smiling as you your other father has now completely taken over his lap in his dog for

“There’s a video shop down the road where we can rent the tape” he answers the question without needing to know “You want to come with us to get it? Leave your mums to get the snacks ready?” he then turns to your daughter

You and Hermione smile as she quickly gets to her feet “Can we take Grampa Pads too!” She asks and that’s what makes your father jump down from the couch and shift back

“What did we discuss little one?” he eyes her with a smirk, pointing a little as he kneels in front of her

“Not to call you a Grandpa because you’re too gorgeous and youthful to be one”

“Ugh” Remus scoffs “Hello” he waved at them while you and Hermione find each others sides, your head falling into her shoulder as you giggle

“Hi” they both wave back in unison, and both wear wicked grins

“Oh dear merlin we’ve made another one” Remus looks towards you and Hermione before pressing his hand to his face and sniggering

Thank you for reading ♡

#hermione granger x reader #hermione granger and reader #hermione granger x you #hermione x reader #hermione and reader #hermione granger #hermione x you #hermione granger fluff #mom reader #mom hermione #golden era #wolfstar daughter #wolfstar x reader #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black

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shelbgrey · 7 days

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can you do a mark sloan x reader sfw/nsfw hcs , and can she be richard webbers god daughter

please & thank you!<3 you write such amazing works

Mark Dating Richard's god Daughter headcanons

Paring: Mark Sloan x Webber!Reader

Summary: headcanons about Mark Sloan dating Richard Webber's God Daughter. -SMUT warning

MasterList ML2

You are Richard and Aele's god Daughter. They adopted you after your parents died in a car crash.

Richard has always been a father to you, but you call him uncle Richard.

You wanted to be a doctor like Richard for as long as you could remember. You worked hard in medical school and soon enough you were in the same intern class as Miranda Bailey.

Bailey is your best friend and has threatened Mark’s life if he hurts you.

Derek thinks it’s funny that Mark started dating you after Webber tried to say it was nothing personal when he hired Mark.

Richard notices how Mark looks at you almost immediately and he absolutely hates it. He thinks Mark is just looking for a one night stand, but that’s not true.

“I want you to stay away from him. There’s a reason the nurses formed a anti-Mark club”

But what your uncle said went in one ear and out the other. Honestly Richard couldn’t blame you. He knew what it was like to be in love with someone you couldn’t have.

Speaking of Love, you didn’t find out about Richard and Ellis till your intern year when Ellis showed up at the hospital with Alzheimer. You and Meredith became close friends through this situation.

You couldn’t really stay mad at Richard since it was a long time ago, but it still hurts that he could do something like that to Adele.

“It's kinda funny in a dark way, the two most important men in your life are both man whores” Bailey said, she was your person and she could say stuff like that to you without getting mad.

You know Richard and Bailey are close, but whenever they have a petty argument you're taking Bailey’s side. Yes, she's smug about that.

Adele gets mad whenever either one of you tatel on Richard. You may get annoyed, but she’ll drive down to the hospital whenever you need something.

You think it's hilarious when Adele yells at Richard like he's a child. She’ll definitely do it to Mark too if she has too. “Out of all the petty, ridiculous, infantile.. Are you running a hospital here or a playground?”

“Adele..” Richard started. “Playground or Hospital, Richard?!” Adele yelled and Mark snickered as Richard mumbled, “Hospital”

“Apologize to our goddaughter right now” Adele scolded, Making Mark hide his laughter in your shoulder. “Sorry” Richard mumbled.

“Not to complain or anything Aunt Adele, but that’s not a real apology” you said with a smirk.

“That is not an apology! You give an apology you mean, because if i have to drag myself down here though rush hour traffic again, to police this damn Jungle Gym..”

“You made your point Adele” Richard sighed. Adele huffed and turned to you. “Love ya aunt Adele”

“Love you too, Dear”

Mark and you both gave Derek crap when Richard and Derek were living together. “Derek is dating your uncle Richard”

“I am no!”

Richard does his best to be nice to Mark, but he wants to protect you from him. Especially when he found out he slept with Addison.

He definitely used his ‘Chiefʼ voice when he threatened him about dating you. “If you hurt her. IF you cheat on her, even the morgue won't be able to identify you. Are we clear!?”

“Yes!.. Yes sir”

Adele loved him when she was still alive. “RIchard you be nice to him he’s part of the family now”

Mark comforted you when Adele started getting Alzheimer. Adele was the closest thing you had to a mother, so it hit you hard when she died.

Mark had gotten close to her as well. Mrs. Shepherd was like a mother to him. Yes, when he started dating you Adele was constantly in his life. She gave him relationship advice and was like the aunt he never got.

Then Catherine showed up. She really didn’t like you or Mark that much. She had a problem with Mark because she thought Jackson was wasting his time in plastics then she just thought Richard ‘babyed’ you too much.

“You mom is banging my Uncle” you said bluntly to Jackson.

“The Chief banged my mom too” Meredith said, thinking it’ll make Jackson feel better.

Richard walking you down the isle on your and Mark's wedding.

NSFW Headcanons:

These are from the original mark HCs I posted a couple of days ago... Sorry. If you want all of them go to the original HC post.

He’s an expert at foreplay. He’ll spend as much time as he can trying to get you hot and bothered or worked up.

He's definitely the dominant person in bed and your not complaining, he'll get rough and pound hard enough were the bed starts rocking.

Mark loves bitting your neck just to hear you moan. When you finally give in to him, he'll lay you down on the couch or bed and start pealing your clothes off to reveal your chest.

The sex maybe rough, but Mark isn't not big on insults. He refuses to degrade you and will only use sweet words.

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

There's also a tone of jealous sex. If he sees Alex shamelessly flirting with you expected to be tied to bed as fucks your brains out. If he sees Jackson touch you in a way thats reserved only for him you’re pinned against the wall.

This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.

#Richard Webber x reader #Mark Sloan x Reader #Richard Webber x daughter!reader #Greys anatomy imagines #greys anatomy headcanons #Mark Sloan headcanons #Richard Webber headcanons #Mark Sloan smut

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arielhopepeace · 1 year

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Hiii. This is my first time posting on here but this is gonna be a Joel Miller and y/n story. I do have a Javier Peña story too, so lmk if you want me to post that!!

Please 18+ and I’ll add the appropriate tags for future uploads but this one is just part one for now! Only fluff (for now).

Part two is here

Part three is here

Part four is here

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Final part is here

6,000+ words

PART ONE

There’s a sense of calm in the stifling Texas air today. All of the kids are off of school for the summer, and people are enjoying the crisp sun rays on their dewy, hot skin. You notice that the excitement for the state fair is palpable, easily picking up on the feeling from the young teens who pass you by on the sidewalk.

It wasn’t too long ago that you yourself were in high school, ecstatic for summer vacation, and a well-earned break from the misery of the education system. School was never for you. It wasn’t that you were inept or lazy, but that the other students were insufferable. It was hell going through school, and it was all because of who your dad is.

Not only is your dad the mayor of Austin, Texas, but he’s also one of the wealthiest people in the state. Your parents always wanted you to go to public school so that you could have a normal education and have a ton of friends, but the second everyone made the connection with your last name, you were doomed.

Luckily, they never forced you to go to college. You were able to secure your spot as your dad’s secretary, and making decent money doing it, too. Truthfully, it frustrates you to be in such close proximity with him all day. It’s not that you don’t love your dad, you do. You just wish you had an actual relationship with him.

The two of you never did normal father-daughter stuff, or even spent much time together growing up. It was always helping him prep for a campaign, or him just talking about his job. It’s always seemed like he cares way more about his job than you, and your relationship suffered because of it.

You’ve never brought this to your dad’s attention, and part of the reason is because you’re scared he won’t even care if he knew. You’re just happy to have a relationship with your mom. She’s like your best friend. And since you didn’t have many growing up, it was nice to be close to her.

As you’re leaving the office to head to your car that is parked a bit out of the way, you notice a few ambulances passing by, the blaring sirens and blinding red lights startling you to the point where you hop back off of the sidewalk. The trucks are nowhere near you, but the sudden burst of noise gave you an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You can’t help but watch them as they travel to their destination, praying that they’re not turning towards anybody that you know or love. It alleviates some anxiety as you watch them continue down the long road, knowing that the few people you do care about, live closer than to where they’re going.

You’ve just recently moved out of your parent’s house into your own, and it’s been freeing, yet terrifying. The stillness of the house at night, along with the random creaks and pops that you haven’t familiarized yourself with, leave you so uneasy, that it’s hard to sleep sometimes.

It’s only been a week at this new house, and while it’s beautiful and lovely, it feels painfully empty. You haven’t gotten around to going to a local shelter to adopt a cat or dog, simply due to the fact that you work five days a week from nine to five. An animal deserves to have someone around more often than that, in your opinion, and you don’t want them to go from being at a shelter and alone, to being in your home, alone.

There is a perk to this new house, though, and while you know it’s demented of you, you can’t help but feel giddy every time you see the black pickup truck in the driveway next to yours. Next door to you is your dad’s best friend, Joel Miller, and his daughter, Sarah. It was completely coincidental that this was the house that was the most fit for you, and just so happened to have your childhood crush living next door.

You know it’s wrong of you to have a thing for your dad’s best friend who is at least fifteen years older than you, but you know it’ll never amount to anything. He’s a kind man who loves his daughter more than anything in the world, and the fact that he’s extremely hot is just an added bonus.

He has a luscious head of black hair that is just starting to show a few sprinklings of gray in it. His body is fit, yet still thick and not at all lean. It’s his naturally tanned skin that always gets you, and the fact that it looks like the sun personally kissed him when he was born. Tie that all together with a handsome hooked nose, reminding you of a Greek god statue every time you see him. And that nose rests above an always groomed mustache and beard that has its own dash of subtle gray hairs in them.

If you were older and a different person entirely, you wouldn’t hesitate to go after this man. He’s been single for god knows how long, and you haven’t seen him with a woman since his wife died just after Sarah was born, when you were twelve.

Sarah herself is now twelve, going on thirteen in a few months. It’s strange how long ago being thirteen seems to you, but also how it’s like it was yesterday. In truth, you don’t miss your teen years in the slightest. All the awkward growth, hormones, and the question of sexuality was just plain stressful. But now it’s eleven years later, you’re twenty-four, and you’re living in your own house, with your own car, and pretty content with your life for the most part.

Pulling in to the driveway at home, you see Joel outside washing his truck. White streaks of soap cover the vehicle and your eyes are on Joel’s dampened gray shirt and dark blue jeans that he’s wearing beautifully on his perfect body.

It’s ridiculous how hard-up this man has you. He has no idea the sinful ideas you have in your filthy mind about him, or the fact that he could snap his fingers and you’d do whatever he commanded. You’re practically panting as you watch him stretch over the hood of his truck, the gray fabric of his shirt riding up, allowing you a glimpse at his side.

You shake your head, feeling like a creep just watching him do a completely innocent task. You step out of the car, the smell of soap instantly filling your nose as you walk up to your front door.

Joel takes notice of you and waves, putting his massive sponge down on the hood as he walks over.

You’re instantly nervous, feeling your blood pumping faster in time with his steps toward you.

“Hey,” you say smoothly, not at all sounding as nervous as you feel.

“Hi,” he grins, flashing that goddamn adorable smile that melts you every time. “I actually wanted to ask you about that barbecue your dad is having next week. Your dad said to be there at five, and I know how anal he is about that shit, but I have to bring Sarah to a friend’s house that night. Would he care if I was late? I’ve tried calling, but he hasn’t answered, as usual.”

“Oh,” you scoff, “yeah he never answers. I doubt he’d care, but I could always take Sarah if you wanted me to. I didn’t plan on going to the barbecue anyway.”

His straight black brows push together. “Why?”

Laughing a bit sheepishly, you briefly look down to your feet. “I’m just not feeling it. Those events are never fun for me. I’m always just sitting by myself in the corner while my parents schmooze with the town.” You frown, “And now my only buddy Sarah won’t even be there, so I’m definitely not going. She’s the only one who talks to me, when she goes.”

Joel chuckles, bringing a hand to your shoulder. His touch electrifies you. “Come on, I’ll talk to you. It’ll be weird if the mayor’s daughter isn’t there, right?”

You shrug. “I’d rather stay in bed, eat snacks, and watch a scary movie by myself.”

“Well, hey, if you still end up going after you take Sarah for me, I’ll be happy to see you.”

It warms your heart to hear him say that, and you can’t help the heat that’s made its way to your cheeks. “Thanks.”

“And thank you for taking her. It means a lot.”

“Of course. I love her. She’s the best.”

Joel looks back to his house, smiling fondly. “She is.”

You put your key into the lock, turning it before stepping in. “Just text me next week about what time and where the house is, okay?”

He nods. “Thank you again, y/n. You’re amazing.”

Smiling, you step inside, reluctantly closing the door on the face of the sexiest DILF you’ve had ever had the pleasure of knowing. There’s always that thrill when he’s near you, like you’re in high school again talking to your crush against the lockers while you do your best to be as feminine and alluring as possible.

Your phone buzzes from your purse and you pull it out, smiling when you see a text from Joel.

Joel

5:45pm

Taking Sarah to the fair tonight. Would you like to join us?

You’re not sure why, but your heart skips a beat at him asking you. Obviously it’s not a date, and he’s only asking because you’ll be home alone otherwise. But you know that you’d be an idiot to say no at an opportunity to spend time with him.

5:46pm

Sure. What time?

Joel

5:47pm

Gonna finish up dinner then be on our way. Probably 7.

5:48pm

Okay, I’ll see you there.

Joel

5:49pm

Would you like to just ride with me? You know, save the environment from carbon emissions and whatnot.

You audibly giggle.

5:50pm

Lol, sure. I’ll be ready.

You practically twirl around your living room like you’re the main character in a rom-com. There’s even a slight squeal that passes your eager lips at the scenarios running through your mind. Wouldn’t it be lovely to go on the Farris wheel with Joel; to be so close that your legs are pressed together? Maybe he’ll lean in and kiss you, and fireworks will pop above your heads, adding to the romance of the moment.

There’s nothing you wouldn’t give to have Joel return the feelings you’ve had for him since you were going through puberty, but you know that he’s not interested in someone so young. And the fact that his best friend is your dad would also definitely play a part in his lack of interest. He’s a powerful man, and there’s no doubt he’d be furious if anything were to ever happen.

Shaking your head, you push all of the mushy thoughts away, knowing that all they are are silly fantasies that can never be fulfilled no matter how hard you try to manifest them to reality.

It’s nearing seven o’clock, and you’ve fitted yourself into blue jeans, your black Keds, and a t-shirt with your favorite singer on the front. You obviously want to feel pretty around Joel, so you reapplied the makeup that was already on your face for work, touching it up and making it look cleaner. Your hair hangs loosely, even adding the extra effort to straighten it. You know it’ll frizz up because of the heat, but as long as it’s silky for a little bit, that’s all that matters.

Your stomach growls loudly. Because you were so focused on getting ready to see Joel, you didn’t leave yourself enough time to eat dinner. Of course you could always eat something at the fair, but deciding on what is the biggest issue. There’s always so many delicious choices, and you’re not sure which you’ll land on.

There’s a knock on your front door and you swing it open, seeing Joel in his same jeans as before, but with a different shirt on than the one he was cleaning his truck in. This one is nicer. It’s a red plaid shirt that has the sleeves rolled up above the elbows, and you can’t help but notice the fresh smell of his cologne.

“Hey,” you finally say with a smile. “Let me just grab my purse.”

You stretch behind the door to the coat rack where your tan purse hangs by its long strap. You toss it over your shoulder, turning and locking the front door behind you.

“I’m glad you decided to come with. Sarah is supposed to meet some friends there, so I’d just be the stray dad holding all the tickets and prizes,” Joel smiles down at you.

You can’t help but giggle beneath his intense brown-eyed gaze. “I’m glad you invited me. Would’ve been alone all night.”

He nods. “I know. Figured we could both use the company.”

Joel opens your door for you, and your inner imaginary version of you is doing cartwheels, confirming to herself that this is in fact a date. You brush her off, knowing she’s still over-thinking everything.

“Hi, y/n!” Sarah squeaks excitedly from the back seat. “I’m so glad you came.”

You turn, meeting the soft, wide hazel eyes of Joel’s beautiful daughter. “Me, too! I was telling your dad how bummed I am you won’t be my barbecue buddy next week.”

She giggles, flipping her curly hair behind her shoulder. “I’m sorry! My best friend is having a big sleepover and I didn’t wanna miss it.”

“Aw, no, I don’t want you missing out on that to hang out with me at some lame barbecue! That sounds like a blast.”

“I’m so excited,” she beams. “The first sleepover of the summer.”

Joel gets in with a slight grunt, looking to Sarah in the rear view mirror. “And I know not the last.”

“Nope.”

Joel and I both chuckle, the truck pulling away from my driveway as we head through the crowded streets towards the fair.

To no surprise, the place is jam packed with people of all ages, making it nearly impossible to find a parking spot. Joel manages to find one across the street at a baseball stadium, where a lot of other people are parked for the fair as well.

The three of you walk across the street, waiting for a safe clearing before you head towards the ticket booth at the entrance of the fair. Joel easily pays for the three of you, despite your wallet and cash being ready and in-hand.

“Joel,” you say gently, “you didn’t have to pay for me.”

He smiles, shrugging his shoulders. “Please, it’s not a big deal.”

Sarah looks up to her dad, her lit-up iPhone in her hand as she puts on her best puppy dog eyes. “Can I please go meet Stacy and Lilly now?”

Joel sighs. “Fine, but you keep me updated on your whereabouts, okay?”

She nods fervently. “I promise!”

He gives her a small kiss on the forehead before she’s on her way, scurrying off to be with her friends.

“Guess she doesn’t want me around this year,” he says with a small laugh, but it doesn’t hide the pain in his voice.

“Aw, Joel, don’t say that. Sarah loves you, and you’re an amazing dad. She’s just getting to that age where she’s not a kid anymore. She’ll be thirteen soon, right?”

He looks to you as he nods. “Jesus, yeah.”

“She’s lucky to have you, and she knows it. When I was thirteen, I barely saw my dad.”

His brows fix together with sorrow in his twinkling brown eyes. “Really?”

“Well, yeah. He was so focused on running for mayor and his campaigns,” you sigh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to darken the mood,” your laugh lightens the air a bit.

“No, not at all. I just had no idea. I thought you two were inseparable, since you work for him and all.”

Your eyes shift to the dirt path in front of you, watching it as you continue to walk along it with Joel beside you. “We haven’t been close in a long time. He’s a bit self-absorbed.”

Joel snorts with laughter. “Well, I could’ve told you that.”

You both chuckle, and you decide to change the subject.

“So, how was your day? I was surprised to see you home so early.”

It’s clear that he gets your signal to switch the conversation, and he does it without a single fret to his words.

“Yeah, I was, too. It was slow today, actually. Normally, I’m not home until after the sun sets, but they didn’t need us as long today.”

“That’s good,” you grin wide. “I’m sure Sarah was happy to see you.”

His eyes soften as he nods. “She was.”

Joel works in construction, and that only adds to the rugged handsomeness that is this man. There’s callouses at the tops of his palms, as well as various small scars and scrapes on his hands and arms. You’re not sure if there’s anything about him that isn’t a complete turn on.

“See? She adores you. It’s okay if she wants to hang out with her friends. Don’t take it personally,” you nudge him gently.

He chuckles, nodding. “You seem to be very knowledgeable for someone who doesn’t have any kids.”

“Only telling you what I personally experienced as a female teen.”

Joel smiles, his eyes turning to look at the different food booths around. “Do you want something to eat? I can’t imagine I gave you enough of a warning to have dinner.”

Your stomach screams in response, pleading for the relief of food. “Oh, it’s not your fault. I was too busy winding down from work to eat. I’d actually love to get something, I’m just so indecisive.”

“Hmm,” he stops in the middle of the wide dirt path, tapping a long, tanned finger to his blackened beard. “Would you like a turkey leg?”

You shake your head as you laugh. “That sounds—messy.”

“So, what? I’m not judging you,” he smiles warmly.

“Maybe something simpler, like a pretzel.”

He gives you a disapproving look, his hands on his hips. “A pretzel for dinner?”

You roll your eyes as you smirk, not being able to help how hot you think it is when he gazes at you in that way. It’s probably your massive-sized daddy issues that have you squirming beneath his line of sight, but you don’t care. You’ll forever find this man to be as sexy as can be.

“Fine,” you quirk up a brow. “How about I’ll have a pretzel and we can share a funnel cake. Deal?”

Joel pats his stomach. “God, with this body? I really shouldn’t.”

“I promise that there’s nothing wrong with your body.” You say it before thinking, and you instantly advert your eyes away from him, continuing over your odd compliment. “Uh—the pretzel stand is over there,” you point, gesturing to it down the path with your head.

You both walk towards the stand, the smell of fresh, soft, buttery pretzels filling your nose and making your mouth practically water. There’s also a cinnamon-sugar pretzel near the window on display that has your stomach rolling over itself in almost agony.

Joel steps up to the window, pushing a five dollar bill towards the older gentleman in the stand. “Two salted pretzels, please.” He holds up his fingers in a peace sign.

The man nods, taking his money as Joel looks down to you with a victorious smirk.

“You’re annoying,” you laugh, shoving him with your elbow. “Why won’t you let me pay for anything?”

“Because I invited you. Just let me treat you and quit complaining about it.”

God. Even his playful assertiveness is sexy. He could do anything at this point and it would leave you weak in the knees. It’s not just what he says, it’s the sultry allure of his deep voice. It’s a soothing, gentle voice, but also powerful and manly. You’ve never heard him yell, but you know that it would knock you off your feet if you did. Just that thought alone tempts you to make him angry, just to experience firm, enraged Joel for your own wicked pleasure.

He hands you your pretzel, clicking his to yours as he bows his head slightly. “Cheers.”

You laugh, biting into the soft, fluffy flesh of the browned bread. The flaky salt hits your tastebuds with a delicious sting, making you salivate as you chew.

“Mmm,” you groan, “thank you, Joel. I’m starving.”

Joel’s eyes meet yours, giving you a small smile as his jaw flexes from his chewing. “You’re welcome. Now, to that funnel cake stand.”

You nod, walking down the path a bit to be instantly drawn in by the smell of decadent, fried batter. Joel bites at his pretzel again, briefly mesmerizing you with his mouth before you look to the funnel cake menu.

“Are you a chocolate or fruit woman?” he asks, pulling his bifold out again.

“Definitely chocolate, but there’s nothing wrong with both. What about you?”

Joel looks to you with a smirk, licking his lips free of salt. “Chocolate. But I was wondering if maybe we did one with chocolate sauce and strawberries on it.”

“God, you’re amazing,” you practically groan. “Yes. That sounds perfect.”

He chuckles as he nods, both of you waiting in line as you finish your pretzels. Joel takes your paper sleeve from you, smushing it with his as he bunches them together, tossing them in the nearest trash can.

You watch as he orders the funnel cake, enjoying how he’s taken charge of the evening. The thought that he might be doing this because he thinks of you like a daughter makes you suddenly feel sick, and you’re praying that he doesn’t. The fact that he said ‘woman’ and not ‘girl’ when asking if you prefer chocolate or fruit was comforting. It made you hope that he saw you as a exactly that; a woman.

His hand slips into his bifold to pull out another five dollar bill, stopping to gaze up at the menu again.

“Sorry, could you actually add a large lemonade to that, too, please?” he hands the guy a ten. “Thanks.”

“I love lemonade,” you smile wide at him, feeling how hot your cheeks have become.

“Me, too. I just know that I need something to drink after that pretzel, and I figured you did, too.”

You both move to the side so other people can order as you wait for your funnel cake to be finished.

“Thank you. You’re so nice to me, Joel.”

He chuckles. “And you’re nice to me. And Sarah, which means more than how you act towards me. You could hate my guts, but as long as you’re nice to my girl, that’s all I care about.”

His girl. God, what you wouldn’t give to be called that by him.

Joel stretches up to grab the funnel cake and lemonade from the woman who hands it to him, and the both of you find the nearest table to sit down at. He hands you a fork once you’re settled down into an old plastic folding chair at a splinter-inducing wooden table.

His fork crunches into the plastic plate as he stabs the dessert, his mouth stretching out in an ‘oops’ expression.

You can’t help but laugh. “It’s okay, these plates are cheap. If stuff gets everywhere, it gets everywhere,” you shrug.

Joel chuckles, pushing a pierced bit of the cake into his mouth. “God,” he chews, “yes, yes, yes.”

You take your own bite, savoring the sweetness of the chocolate, the strawberries, and powdered sugar. They all combine into a beautiful explosion of delectable sugar in your mouth, making you nod in approval.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” you say, taking a bit more.

“Oh, I agree.” He gives you a half smile. “And thanks to you, I actually allowed myself to eat it. I never eat stuff like this anymore.”

You ruffle your brows. “Why?”

“Well, I’m about to be forty, and my metabolism isn’t the same as it used to be,” he chuckles. “I’ve already got the dad bod.”

“Dad bods are hot!” you blurt, watching as his eyes widen in surprise, and his eyebrows raise. “I just mean that—like—all dad bods are hot. Having a six pack isn’t the rage like it used to be. It’s dad bods.”

Joel laughs, his head turning down to the funnel cake as he continues to eat. He quickly drops his fork as he chews, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“Sarah just texted me to tell me she’s going on one of the big rides. She sent me a picture, look.” Joel flips his phone around, and it’s a picture of a wide-eyed, over-exaggerated with fear, looking Sarah and a large ride behind her.

“She’s adorable,” you giggle. “I never rode those things as a kid.”

“Why not?” Joel asks, locking his phone and tucking it into his jeans again.

“I’m a pussy.”

He lets out a loud laugh, contagious enough to have you giggling along with him.

“Why don’t we go on some? We’ve got the bracelets,” he shimmies his wrist at you.

“Oh, god, Joel. I don’t know.”

“Come onnnn,” he drags out. “It’ll be fun. What’s the point of going to the fair if you aren’t gonna ride the rides?”

Rolling your eyes, you sigh, grinning from ear-to-ear. “Fine, but if I throw up, you’re not allowed to judge me.”

His eyes soften as he stands. “I already told you I’d never judge you.”

Joel gestures the rest of the funnel cake to you, but you turn it down, resulting in it being tossed into the trash. You’re both walking quicker than before, your feet carrying you to the ride where you lay against the side and it spins you in a fast circle.

“I will definitely throw up on that one!” you protest, anxiety clawing its way into your chest.

Joel hops in the very short line. “Are you really going to let my money for your bracelet go to waste?”

You glare at him as you cross your arms with a smirk on your lips. “Didn’t think you’d hold it over my head.”

“Well, now I am,” he teases.

The carney signals you guys forward, and you’re both running onto the ride, strapping yourselves against the padded wall directly beside each other. You can feel your heartbeat in your neck, and Joel looks to you as he guffaws.

“If you’re too scared, we can get off, y/n. It’s really okay.”

“No!” you say firmly, finding your courage. “This ride is my bitch.”

Joel cackles with you joining him.

Your hands are gripping the bars near your shoulders as the ride finishes being loaded up. You can hear it being geared up, the slow spin beginning. It’s nerve wracking waiting for it to get to full speed, but it only happens within a matter of seconds.

You’re spinning so quickly you feel like you’re going to fling through the open ceiling of the ride that you don’t dare to look up into. You know that if you turn your head anywhere other than up, you’ll be vomiting funnel cake and pretzel all over everybody in this ride.

The music in the ride is deafening, as are the mechanics and the wind whipping in your ears. Joel screams out beside you, and you decide to scream with him. Slowly, you turn your head, watching through your whipping strands of hair, his own hair being roughly pushed around by the wind.

The ride comes to a stop after what feels like forever, and Joel stumbles out of his space, tumbling to the ground and falling flat on his back.

“Oh, my god!” you cackle, releasing yourself from your seatbelt confines to stumble carefully over to Joel. You see about three different Joel’s from how completely dizzy you are.

“Ah, fuck. I’m too old for this, y/n,” Joel laughs hysterically, his eyes closed.

“Oh, shut up. You’re not old. Now, get up.” You hook your arm under his, slowly pulling him to his feet.

Your arms stay hooked as you both wobble out of the ride, Joel clutching the railings out of the ride for dear life.

“Give me a minute, I still feel like I’m spinning.” His laughter hasn’t stopped since you set foot on that ride.

Your equilibrium has mostly replenished, and you can’t help but laugh at Joel’s lack of steadiness.

He leans back off the railing after a few minutes, brushing his hair down with his palms. “Ah, I’m a mess.”

“You look fine, Joel,” you giggle, fixing your own hair as you wonder how fucked up it looks. “You still want to ride more rides?”

“Maybe just not as spinny,” he chuckles, finally starting to walk towards you. “Something easy.”

“What about the carousel?”

Joel nods. “Perfect. Let me catch my breath a little on those.”

You walk over to the ride filled with shiny, lavish horses all having a pole going through them. There’s only a few people ahead of you, mostly everybody waiting for the bigger, scarier rides.

Joel and you walk the steps, the ride wobbling a bit as everyone gets to their horse. You pick the one that’s your favorite color, and Joel is seated on a sparkly white one beside you.

“Beautiful,” you giggle.

Joel beams wide at you. “I happen to like my glittery horse, thank you very much.”

The funniest part about it all, is how a man so burly and masculine is giggling like a school girl on the back of a wonderfully feminine horse. You’re both laughing your heads off as the ride starts up, going in big, decently slow circles with your horses sliding up and back down easily.

There’s a bit of a jerk in yours, making you move suddenly forward towards the pole. Joel grips your pole, your head hitting the softness of his hand.

You’re amazed at his reflexes, and also his ability to detect you were going to fly forward.

“Wow, thanks, Superman,” you smile with a slight laugh.

“As soon as we started going, I could see that one was a bit wonky. Unlike my pretty glittery queen beneath me.” He uses his other hand to pat the ass of his horse.

Your horse juts forward again, making your forehead knock against Joel’s hand.

“God, I’m moving. This one is gonna kill me,” you say, quickly hopping off to go to the one on the other side of Joel.

His head turns as it follows you, his eyes examining the horse closely. “It seems good, I think.”

“Oh, yeah. This one is a lot smoother.” You quickly pull your phone out, pointing it to the mirror directly beside you. “Smile, Joel!”

Joel closes his eyes as he presents you with a big, toothy grin, and you giggle as you snap your picture in the reflection.

You examine the photo, laughing at the both of you. You turn your phone to show him and Joel belly-laughs.

“You’ve gotta send that to me,” he giggles. “It’ll embarrass the shit out of Sarah.”

Later, you’re both sitting down at the same table where you had your funnel cake, Joel having purchased another lemonade for you two to share. It brings you a slight thrill to know his lips were wrapped around the same plastic straw that you are currently sucking lemonade through.

You’ve had such a good night with him, that the inner imaginary you is actually starting to believe that you may still end up kissing on the Ferris wheel.

Joel pulls out his phone, standing up. “Okay, Sarah said one more ride and then she’s ready to leave. Let’s go win a stuffed animal.”

“Okay,” you beam, carrying the lemonade with.

He lands on a shooting game, and you have to shoot one hundred pellets into a target to break the bullseye out of the paper. If you do it, you get to pick any prize you want and take it home.

Joel holds the stationary rifle steady, leaning down a bit to keep his eye on the sights. The bullets shoot out quickly with a sharp whistling sound as they crash against the paper. Before he’s even finished with his full round of pellets, the middle of the paper falls down, Joel backing up and triumphantly holding his hands in the air.

“I’m the pellet god!” he cries, making you giggle like an idiot.

“Okay, you can pick your prize,” the younger-looking man says to him.

Joel gestures to you, looking to all the prizes.

Your eyes immediately land on the giant purple ape, pointing with a wide grin. The man climbs up and gets it down, the damn thing being as long as you. Joel takes it and hands it to you, your arms enveloping it into a huge hug.

You turn. “Thank you. I’m gonna name him Joel.”

“Oh, yeah? Do I look like an ape?”

You giggle, shaking your head. “Nope. It’s just because I like him so much.”

Joel smiles softly at you, his brown eyes gazing into yours. You feel weak in the knees by the way he’s looking at you, and you know that you’re reading too much into his gaze.

“Daddy!” you hear, the both of you turning to see Sarah. “Did you win me a stuffed animal?”

Joel looks to you, then back to Sarah. “Actually—”

“Yes, he did!” you beam, handing the gorilla to the little girl who can barely carry it. “But he said you have to name him Joel.”

Sarah hugs the stuffed animal tightly, smiling wide as she nods. “Thank you so much.” She puts the animal down briefly to give her dad a huge hug, his arms falling to wrap her up.

Your eyes are a bit bleary as you watch their moment, wishing that your dad would’ve given a damn enough about you to even take you to a fair.

Back at home, you say good night to Sarah as Joel pulls into his driveway. Sarah gives you a hug, then runs inside with her big stuffed animal clung to her side. Joel walks you to your door, peering down at you as you unlock it.

“That was sweet of you to give that to Sarah,” he says sweetly. “Thank you, y/n.”

“Oh, please. I’m sure it means more to her than to me.” Your body faces his. “Thank you for tonight. I had such a good time.”

“I did, too. I’m happy you came with.”

“Me, too.”

It’s quiet for a moment, and all you hear is the chirping of crickets and the buzzing of the cicadas.

“Anyway, good night, Joel.”

“Good night, y/n.”

You walk into your house, closing the door behind you as your back presses against it. Of course you wanted that gorilla, knowing that Joel won it for you, but you wanted Sarah to have it more.

Their relationship is so special and rare. You would kill to have your dad give you more than a passing glance in the last ten plus years. It makes you happy knowing that they will have a good relationship forever, and Joel will make sure of it because he loves her more than anything in the world.

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