#daughter OC

[zepskies]

Green

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Reader, Ben and daughter!OC

Summary: Ben spends the day alone with his daughter, to varying degrees of success. When you get home, it prompts a serious conversation.

AN: Another one-shot for the BMD-verse, set sometime after "Until Morning" (you'll see). This can be read as standalone as well!

Word Count: 2,500 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Father and daughter fluff, followed by husband and wife spice.~

Read more of the BMD-verse! ⤵️

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Father and daughter were glaring at one another, gazes locked.

Green against green.

“Young lady, I’m telling you right now. I’m not gonna tolerate any more of your little attitude,” said Ben. “If you want to try me, be my guest.”

He held the ravioli poised on a pink plastic spoon. His daughter Lila sat in her highchair in the kitchen, boldly refusing any more of her lunch.

Her stubborn face reminded him entirely too much of you. But he needed her to eat. He wouldn’t have it said when you came home that he couldn’t feed a damn two-year-old.

He huffed. “Work with me here. Just a couple more bites.”

Lila made a shrill sound of refusal when the spoon came near her face. He knew she could use a spoon just fine. She was being difficult on purpose.

To demonstrate her resolve, she slapped at the ravioli with a chubby little hand, and it ended up splashing back into the bowl. A bit of red sauce splattered onto Ben’s cheek, with a pinch of it hitting his eye.

He blinked in annoyance. “Delilah Marie, I swear to Christ—”

She’s just a baby, a voice that sounded a lot like you infiltrated his mind. It still didn’t take away his aggravation.

“No!” Lila insisted. It was her favorite word, right behind Bluey.

She then pushed the bowl right off the highchair. It spilled ravioli and pasta sauce all over the floor in spectacular fashion. Ben was sitting in his own chair by the dining table, where he moved his feet back at the last moment. She almost got his Italian loafers.

“You gotta be f…” It took every scrap of patience within him to hold his tongue…and breathe calmly through his nose. He didn’t want to reward this destructive, disrespectful behavior, but he also knew that he needed his daughter to eat.

“Want some applesauce?” he said, as a peace offering.

Lila’s face scrunched.

“No applesauce, huh?” Ben muttered. He glanced at the mess across the highchair and the formerly white tile on the floor. “Your mother’s gonna have a conniption.”

“Mommy?” Lila asked. “Mommy’s home?”

“No, she’s not here right now,” Ben replied. “She’ll be home later.”

Lila seemed to understand, because that’s when she got upset again. Her red-stained finger drew a shapeless form in the sauce as she pouted. At least she wasn’t crying.

Ben sighed, once again, and stroked her cheek with his thumb.

Fuck it.

“You want some ice cream?” he bribed.

Her sadness dissipated at the thought; she smiled brightly and nodded. “Yeah!”

“Yeah, I thought so,” he grumbled.

After a scoop of strawberry ice cream for each of them (she liked it because it was pink), Ben wrangled her up out of the highchair and declared, bath time.

He did fine with the bathing process. He’d helped you with this before, and so he knew what to do in order to wash the sauce off her face, hands, and even her hair. It was what came after the bath that remained a problem.

Lila was stubborn beyond belief, even before she could articulate what it was about the soft green onesie that she didn’t like. No, she wasn’t satisfied until Ben pulled out the yellow Starlight themed pajamas. Probably because they had “Auntie Annie’s” face all over them.

He rolled his eyes, but this wasn’t a hill he needed to die on. He dressed Lila and tried to tuck her into bed for her afternoon nap. The problem was, she refused to lie still in the crib.

Instead, she was bouncing on the balls of her feet, using the edge of the crib for balance. He’d be impressed, if she wasn’t trying to climb out and give him a small heart attack.

He grabbed her and gathered her against his chest. Despite the super strength you’d temporarily displayed off and on throughout your pregnancy, Lila’s powers were latent at the moment. Dr. Baker seemed to think Lila would start to display them once she got old enough. Like Ryan, who hadn’t started growing into his powers until around 10 years old.

So for now, Lila was a mostly normal two-year-old who could still get hurt.

Ben frowned. “This is the time you usually go down. Why do you have so much energy?”

She just giggled at him and put both hands on his face, over his eyes.

“Daddy, guess who?”

He sighed, but couldn’t help smiling. As usual, he indulged her.

“Could it be my baby girl?”

He waited until her hands came away from his eyes, and he opened them wide.

“There she is!”

She squealed and giggled and grabbed his hair when he kissed her cheek. In the comfort of his own home, he could afford to be this openly affectionate.

Aw shit, he thought, as something occured to him.

He finally realized why she was so fucking hyper. Maybe it had something to do with the giant scoop of ice cream she’d had for lunch.

Goddamn it. Ben sighed and unwrapped her arm from around his head.

“Okay, let’s watch some TV.”

Lila didn’t seem all that interested in watching anything, or even playing with her toys. She mainly wanted to jump on Ben’s stomach while he was trying to relax on the couch. He put on a football game you taped for him. Or recorded, as you'd said.

“All right, enough. Your old man’s trying to watch the game,” Ben said, bringing Lila down to sit in lap.

That lasted for about two seconds. Thereafter, she was climbing up his chest and trying to smother him with her little hands.

He took her hand from his nose so he could at least breathe in peace.

“Where’s Mommy?” Lila asked, as she sat on his shoulder and beat a little fist on the top of his head.

“She’s with your aunt,” Ben replied. “Well, not your real one, the fake one.”

Lila made a sound of confusion. Realizing that she didn’t know what the hell he meant, he rephrased.

“She’s with your Aunt Annie. They’ll be back soon,” he said.

He didn’t mind you wanting a day out to yourself. What he minded was the attitude you’d struck when he suggested dropping Lila off with Louisa, your actual sister.

“What, you can’t handle her alone for one day?” you’d asked.

His pride hadn’t allowed him to say no to that.

So here he was, with a wily toddler who was doing her damndest to suffocate him. Better attempts than this had failed, but it was still annoying while he was trying to watch the game.

Somehow, he managed to tune it out while he watched the ref make a bad call.

“What was that?! You gotta be kidding me!” Ben said, holding Lila to his chest even as he pointed and shouted at the TV. “Son of a bitch. What a pussy call that was.”

“Bish, bish, bish,” Lila said, making a game out of the word. It called Ben’s attention.

He forgot about the game for a moment when he looked down at her. His eyes widened a fraction, even as a smile pulled at his lips.

“What’d you just say?”

“Bishhhhhh,” Lila repeated. “Somvabishhhh.” Her lips squished like a fish. And then she giggled, like it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard.

“Aw, fuck,” Ben uttered.

And he pressed his lips together with ever widening eyes at what he’d just said.

Lila grinned. “Fack!”

“Uhh, no. No. Don’t say that,” he said, trying to sound stern. Inside, he was trying not to laugh. He didn't really give a shit what she said, but you were particular about the kid not inheriting his vocabulary.

In fact, he was pretty sure you were going to go nuclear for this one.

“Why?” Lila asked.

“Because it’s uh…a bad word,” Ben replied, even though he wanted to roll his eyes at himself. This was what he’d become. A suburban dad.

"And it's not ladylike," he added.

“Fackkkk,” Lila giggled some more.

Christ on a cross. Ben bit the inside of lip hard to stop himself from laughing.

“Whatever. Just don’t say it around your mom,” he relented. He brushed his fingers through her soft brown hair. She preened at the attention, like the little showboat she was.

“Daddyyyy…” Lila wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled as deeply into him as she could, like a koala clinging to a shaking branch.

Ben sighed and rubbed a hand up and down her back as he cradled her against him.

These were the moments he didn’t mind. In fact, these were the moments he did his best to remember. They helped block out the older, darker ones that this kid would never know.

Ben woke to the shutter of a camera going off.

He blinked his bleary eyes open to find you standing there with a highly amused smile on your face, and your phone poised in your hand.

He groaned, but he soon realized that Lila was sleeping in his arms, on his chest. You leaned down and rested a hand on her back. You also greeted him with a kiss to his temple.

“Long day?” you teased quietly.

Ben gave you a deadpan look, one that had you straining to taper down your giggles. Though he drew you closer by your hip and squeezed the soft flesh over your white sundress. He took you in with a lazy once-over.

You looked good. Sexy as hell, really. Your face was glowing and relaxed, and he liked the shade of red you’d done on your nails.

“You have a good time?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you replied, massaging his shoulder. Though you arched a brow. “There’s a catastrophe in the kitchen.”

Ben blinked.

Fuck. He forgot about that.

“Yep,” he said, giving you a teasing smirk of his own. “Right on time for you, baby.”

You chuckled, though your eyes narrowed in warning. “Yeah, right.”

You still helped him put Lila down in the nursery for the rest of her nap. She yawned and turned over onto her back. You pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, though you had to smile when it accidentally left the red mark of your lipstick behind.

You bit your lip and gently rubbed it off without waking her up. (An amazing damn feat, as far as you were concerned.)

Ben laid a heavy hand on your back, prompting you to straighten up and turn into his waiting embrace.

His lips curved as he looked down at you. “Hey.”

You laughed quietly. “Hey, yourself.”

Your hands glided up his chest, and further still to hold his face. You brought him down to kiss you, with your fingers slipping into his hair, and your nails dragging along his scalp. He hummed into your mouth.

“Miss me?” you teased.

Ben huffed. As usual though, his answer was in his actions. He held you close for a moment, just to feel you there.

Your arms slipped around his, clinging to his shoulders as you rested against him. This was your safe, comfortable place where you always felt at home.

But, you couldn’t help but break the spell.

“Come on. Clean up on aisle 12,” you quipped, reaching around to smack his ass.

Ben rolled his eyes, but when you pulled away from him, he followed you into the kitchen.

“You know, I had a lot going on. Your kid is a fucking menace,” he said. “Like a bull in a China shop.”

You scoffed. “She’s only my kid when she gives you a hard time. Where do you think she gets it from?”

“You,” he retorted.

You had to laugh at that one. It still didn’t get him out of helping you clean the kitchen from top to bottom.

After a long shower, waking an errant child from her nap, dinner, and a joint effort of getting Lila to sleep for the night, Ben joined you in bed wearing just his usual sweatpants.

You’d opted for some black satin, he noticed.

Good, he thought, for the night to come. You’d spent the whole day getting massaged and moisturized and whatever else women did on a day out.

When he rolled onto his side, you greeted him with a smile and a hand running up his arm, already pulling him toward you. His hand glided along your bare thigh as you hooked it over his hip.

“I need to tell you something, but you’ve gotta promise not to say anything to anyone,” you whispered in the small space between his face and yours, and you tapped his chin.

Ben raised a brow and squeezed your thigh. Whatever it was, couldn’t it wait until long after he’d undressed you?

“What?” he asked.

“Annie’s pregnant!” you said with a wide smile. “Six weeks. She just told me today.”

Ben blinked at that one. “Is it Hughie’s kid?”

“Wha…of course, it is!”

“Wow. Guess he had it in him after all,” Ben remarked. “Who woulda thought.”

You shook your head, but his grin made you laugh.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, through your remaining giggles, though you leaned forward and stole a kiss. It led Ben to want more, and more of you.

He started to ply you with slow, lazy kisses that grew deeper, becoming all-consuming as his tongue warred against yours. His hands dove under the satin covering your body, and his thumbs brushed the sides of your breasts.

“Maybe it’s time we go for number two,” he said.

You uttered another incredulous laugh, gripped a fist in his hair and tugged. “Excuse me?”

“You fucking heard me,” Ben said. He rolled you onto your back and pinned you there. “Ain’t no way we’re stopping at one. Lila needs a brother.”

“You can’t even handle one,” you teased. Your hands slid up his arms and then down his chest. “Baby, we can talk about having more kids, but—”

“And? We’re talking now,” he said. He dipped his head to start kissing a hot, wet line down your neck. It made your breath falter and your back start to arch. Your hips shifted against his, trying to find friction. You could feel his length hardening against your thigh.

“Ben,” you warned, and implored, but the graze of his teeth on your neck made you shudder.

Your grip on his arms tightened. “Please…”

“Please what?” he smirked against your skin. His hips rocked against your heated core.

This conversation was going into a no man’s land very fast.

You literally took matters into your own hands…by reaching down and grasping your husband’s cock through his sweatpants. You gave him a demanding squeeze.

His breath hitched. Ben paused, unlatching from your neck, and turning his lips toward your cheek.

“I’m listening,” he said, in a gritted voice. You smirked.

“We can, and we will talk about this,” you promised. “Just not when you’re about to be balls-deep inside me.”

You were back on birth control anyway (the pill this time).

Ben chuckled. His hand reached up and smoothed your hair away from your forehead.

“Fine,” he conceded. A smirk grew across his face. “But we can still practice.”

A giggle fell from your lips, just before he claimed them once again.

AN: A little callback to the BMD Epilogue at the end there. 😂

What did you think about the father/daughter time? And do you think Ben won against either of the ladies in his life? 🤣

Soldier Boy Masterlist

Main Masterlist

BMD Tag List (Part 1):

@this-is-me19 @waynes-multiverse @mrsjenniferwinchester @samanddeaninatrenchcoat @spalady26 @spnwoman @syrma-sensei @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden @muhahaha303 @123passwort

@xoxoviennaa @katherineann814 @lollag0w0 @globetrotter28 @nancymcl @ashbatz @secretdreamlandmentality @kristophalis @wonderland2022 @emily-winchester @shelh93 @sl33pylilbunny @spoonmynoodle @chernayawidow

@buckybarnes-1917 @asgardprincess97 @sometimes-i-sing @itsyellow @karnellius @kimberleymjw @is-this-a-febreze-commercial @iamsapphine @sanscas @se-fucking-hun @lassie-bird @jessjad @yepimthatperson @fromcaintodean @stoneyggirl2

@spnfamily-j2 @im-a-slut-for-fluff @lacilou @venicesem @mimaria420 @vanillawhiskeyflavoredkisses @tearsfortheyouth @agalliasi @chriszgirl92 @kazsrm67

#Green #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy #Dad!Ben #new dad #father daughter feels #husband and wife spice #daughter OC #Soldier Boy imagine #BMD verse #the boys #soldier boy/ben #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy x you #Break Me Down verse #zepskies writes

[harveywritings92]

Iris, tugging on Ghost’s pant leg: Mr. Ghost you have to put a dollar in the swear jar.

Ghost, amused: Oh, Why?

Iris: Because you said (looks over her shoulder at her dads) The F-word.

{Soap snickering as he watches his step-daughter put Ghost in his place.]

Ghost, opening his wallet: Here’s $20, kid. That should cover me until lunch. *walks away.*

Soap & Smoke, gawking a Ghost in disbelief:....

Soap, to Smoke: Advance payment for swears is cheating, right? Like it defeats the whole purpose of a swear jar???

Smoke, shrugging: I-- I honestly don’t know, the swear jar was intended to stop Iris from swearing, I never thought about adult implication....Let’s just see how this goes.

[Needless to say. Iris made off with about $600 in one hour, just by being in the same room as the 1-4-1 soldiers.] 

#S: two and a half men #call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #call of duty crossover #watch dogs crossover #cod mw oc: Alan 'Smoke' Monroe #cod mw oc: Iris Lyons-Monroe #soap mctavish x oc #john soap mactavish #simon riley #simon ghost riley #cod mw ghost #task force 141 #soap x oc #soap x smoke #male oc #hacker oc #daughter oc

[cas-kingdom]

For drabble requests can you write

“It’s impossible to get rid of me!” And “Don’t run away from me!”

With House or The Vampire Diaries pretty please?

A/N: I chose House! This drabble features his daughter (who is the reader in the rest of my fics but has been written as my OC due to her age in this one).

Lisa Cuddy let out an oof as a toddler barrelled into her legs. Stumbling a little, she barely had time to note the trademark unruly mop of chocolate curls and the mismatched clothes before the child promptly picked herself up from the floor and pushed herself through Cuddy's legs, rushing off in the opposite direction with manic giggles.

"Don't run away from me!" came a menacing growl next, accompanied by the clatter of a stick. Fully expecting how the next few moments of her life would be spent, Cuddy stood her ground and crossed her arms over her chest. "It's impossible to get rid of me! I'm gonna--oh. Hi."

House stopped abruptly in front of his boss. He plastered a wide grin on his face and leant casually against his stick.

Cuddy took a deep, calming breath. It was most definitely required. "What are you doing?"

"We're playing Monster."

A delicate, patient, raise of her brow. "In a hospital?"

House contorted his face into one of deep thought and turned his eyes towards the ceiling. Theatrical as ever, Cuddy reluctantly gave into his few seconds of performance. When an unabashed "yeah?" was his answer, she rolled her eyes. House clucked his tongue. "We're being quiet."

"Daddy!" The adorable but fierce scream echoed down the corridor. "Come find me!"

Cuddy glared. House shrugged. "I'm being quiet."

"House, why didn't you take a day off if you knew you had Harlow?"

"I wanna show her where I work."

Oh. That was...sweet.

Cuddy mentally chastised herself. Unacceptable, she told herself instead, totally unacceptable.

Still, she uncrossed her arms and visibly softened. "Okay," she said gently, "but you can't let her run around and shout. There are sick people here."

House lifted his stick to wave it matter-of-factly above her head. "I'm a sick person," he reminded her. "And it'll be her workplace soon."

"She's six," Cuddy deadpanned.

"And a half."

"Daddy!" Harlow screamed.

House shrugged once again and Cuddy closed her eyes. Reluctantly, she placed her palms up in surrender and stepped aside, allowing him to hobble past her, on the hunt for his daughter.

"You better run!" he all but growled, and, despite herself, Cuddy smiled.

House Masterpost

#house #house md #gregory house #house x cuddy #cuddy #lisa cuddy #house x reader #house x oc #daughter oc #daughter!reader #daughter reader #reader #reader fic #oc!reader #mine

[smollangrycat]

Alue’k: Family Bonds

Alue’ks (My avatar: way of water Oc) relationship with each member of her family.

Jake (dad)

She is a massive daddies girl and is always trying to make him proud

She takes after him in the way that she is stubborn and resourceful

Alue’k was a very small child and got sick often so Jake dose worry about her safety 

He has also developed the habit of catching her before she falls (She is a klutz and trips over her own feet all the time)

Is protective of all his kids but especially Alue’k as she’s most likely to fall over nothing and brake her leg

Calls her, baby girl 

Neytiri (mom)

Looks up to her mom, want to be just like her values her strength and determination

Shares her ferocity when it comes to protecting her family

Shares her impatience and love of the forest

Enjoys hunting with her mother or helping the new Na’vi mothers

Neytiri is a total mama bear when it comes to her children and Alue’k is no exception

Calls her, sweet daughter

Neteyam (older brother)

Looks up to him (literally, he is taller), values his determination to prove himself

Can often be found flying together or racing their Ikran to see who is the better flyer, it’s all in good fun

Has also developed the habit of catching her before she falls (picked it up from Jake)

Teases her for being a klutz but really worries that it gunna get her killed

Is *very* protective

Often calls her scoun to annoy her (or when she’s being an idiot)

Calls her,  baby sister

Kiri (older sister)

They are very close

Watches Graces recordings together as Alue’k is into botany and finds Grace very interesting

She trusts Kiri, often coming to her for advice

They can normally be found laying in the grass staring at the sky or wondering through the forest looking at all the plants.

Kiri Knows that Alue’k can take care of herself but all ways offers her help

Calls her Alu

Lo’ak (older brother)

Tease each other relentlessly

Tells him everything and physically can’t lie to him.

He knows when something is wrong and when she’s sad

Helps him get out of trouble, often takes the blame for him

Teases her about being a klutz but doesn’t mean any harm by it

Trust that she knows how to protect herself but is still protective

Has the same attitude and humour as him but somehow she is a little more witty.

Calls her, Tiny or Lu

Spider (older brother)

Pretty chill with each other

Will train together and he’ll help her find new plants to write about in her journal

Can often be found playing hide and seek in the trees or helping Ned take samples of plants

If (when) she gets lost (as she has no sense of dam direction) Spider is always the first to find her

He calls her, Lu or Alu

Tuk (younger sister)

Alue’k loves her baby sister, always makes time for her so she doesn’t feel left out

Tuk looks up to Alue’k and values her compassion and humility

Alue’k is protective over Tuk and if they cause trouble, Alue’k takes the blame 

They can often be found braiding each others hair or Alue’k is showing her all kind of plants and teaching her about them

Tuk loves to play with Tonôwa (viper wolf) so they can normally be found playing with him

Calls her, Lulu or Alu

#avatar #avataroc #avatar way of water #avatar oc #blue avatar oc #avatar 2 #jake sully #way of water #avatar way of water oc #neytiri #neteyam #kiri #tuktirey #lo’ak #oc #daughter oc #family #teen oc #siblings

[artsyanapink]

Drew my version if Rauru and Sonia had a daughter. This was an idea while reading Two eras apart ❤️

Highly recommend this story.

#fanart #my art #oc #fanfiction #rauru x sonia #king rauru #totk rauru #queen sonia #sonia x rauru #daughter #daughter oc #zelda oc #totk oc #zonai #zonai oc

[harveyb-wabbit92]

{Fall of Earth au.]

Seven, To Akari about her job: So a Kaiju hunter, huh? (chuckles) Oh, I bet Anne is up to her neck with worry about you.

Akari: Not really, Mom died. No one worries about me.

{Seven stares at Akari startled and slowly realizes she's not joking; he feels his chest tighten and starts to hyperventilate, he felt his legs go numb and almost fell over until Akari made him sit down.]

Seven, finally able to find his voice: I- How...wh-When?

Akari:...a long time ago.

Seven: Did...Did she go in peace?

Akari, shakes her head: No, there was nothing peaceful about it. I was six when she was murdered, They came looking for you but found us instead, she made me hide in a cupboard.*takes a breath* ...And they tore her apart.

Seven, stands up and walks over to Akari:...

Akari, glaring at him: What?

{Akari wasn't expecting Seven to suddenly hug her.]

Seven: I'm sorry, I know you probably hate me and I'll understand if you never forgive me. But know that I loved your mother very much, and had I known about you I would've found a way to come back, even if meant risking banishment from my own home world.

Akari, backs out of Seven's hug: ...You're right, I won't forgive you. But I can learn to move forward and try to make things good enough.

Seven: Good enough, I like the sound of that.

{Later Akari brings Seven to the makeshift grave she made for Anne, it was right on the beachfront of the lake Dan and Anne had last spoke to each other.]

#tw: death mention #tw: murder #ultraman incorrect quotes #tokusatsu incorrect quotes #tokusatsu #ultraman #ultraseven #dan moroboshi #anne yuri #Ultraseven x Anne Yuri #Dan Moroboshi x Anne Yuri #Ultrawoman oc: Akari Yuri #daughter oc

[denningsjawbreaker]

MAMA'S HERE

Part One : Restless Nights

by: denningsjawbreaker

summary: decided to write if Carol Denning had a daughter named Rennie Denning who was born in 1980s and her story and point of view + flashbacks. It would also take place in the 80s , 90s, and present time, so young Carol and Present Carol will be featured.

warning ⚠️?! : angst, cursing...etc

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Rennie's Journal - 1994 ( 14 years old )

Dear Diary .... scratch fucking that. Hello Rascals , today's special is sorely about me. My fucked up life. My fucked up family . Just everything fucked up. My therapist requested I write everything out in a journal. I laughed at it because I doubt it would work but why not give it a try. I'm bored and my new foster family sucks major ass and they really don't give three dog shits about me.

I've honestly have been feeling so upset and just physically and mentally stressed out. Head aches have been worse and school SUCKS. I dont remember the last time I was happy. To be honest what is that? I want to leave this house. Im tired of going from different homes. Im tired of being bullied and teased because I'm a fucking foster child . It's not my fault my mother Carol is a psychotic murderer.

This is HER fucking fault. She made my life like this. She knew her actions and she still decided to make the killing spree on my aunt Debbie . Honestly I don't think she ever gave a shit about me. Now she fucked up my life and I'm an angst teen with mental problems and I'm always in bad situations. It's like her morals created horrible curses on my future .

I will never forgive her. She hurt me. She ruined my fucking life. How does one mother person do that to another individual that you're supposed to care for.

I don't ever think she cared.

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Flashback - 1983 ( Denning House ) ( 3 years old )

[ a few months before the incident and the parents aren't there as they are out btw ]

Carol sighs tiredly as she gets home from a night shift from Domingos Diner that Barb and her work. She removes her coat and scarf and kicks off her shoes and throws herself on the living room couch.

She sighs and lets her eyes close for a moment.

" Mama ? " a small childlike voice appears and Carol shoots up and sees her three year old daughter standing in the middle of the small living room holding a broken bear .

Carol smiles softly masking her tiredness and sits up patting the empty area next to her .

" Hey little rascal , come sit next to mama... Mama's so tired but Mama can make an exception for her baby " Carol smiles wide and fixes her glasses as little Rennie goes and plops on the couch next to her mother.

" Mama tired ? Mama sleep and eat ! " Rennie suggests and plays with Carol's bracelet that Rennie had made for her . Carol places Rennie on her lap and strokes Rennie's small curls and sighs " Mama will sleep and Mama ate at her job it's okay . Where is everyone else? " Carol looks around at the silent house .

Rennie swings her little legs and shrugs. " They out. Auntie Barb not home ? " she lays against her mother's chest not noticing the tension.

Carol's lip curled at the mention of her parents just leaving and forgetting about her child. Of course they aren't here . Couldn't even bring themselves to take care of her offspring just so they can be at that little fucking cunt's meet . Fucking Barbarian. Out with her lil whore of a boyfriend and couldn't even give Carol a ride home.

Carol let's out a heavy sigh and looks down at Rennie with a forced smile.

" That's okay. Mama is home now maybe we can watch something okay? " Carol suggests and Rennie claps her hands her little curls bouncing.

" YAY! I love watching with Mama! We watch Sesame Street Mama! I love Big Bird ! " Carol chuckles at the excitement and goes to turn the TV on and the silence is replaced with the theme song of Sesame Street.

Carol sighs and is holding on a wiggly Rennie who is clapping and singing to the music . Carol never really had anyone to rely on. Being a loner at school and having no real idea of love or any sort of guidance. When she had Rennie , let just say she was nervous and scared as much as Carol hated to admit. It was one time Carol had tried to find her pleasure of a good time and it all ended up on her fallen pregnant.

Revealing to her parents was even worse. At least her mom had convinced her dad to let them stay (which honestly was the only time Carol had been defended by her mother ). She never saw herself as a mother figure to anyone and she couldn't understand why the universe decided to grace her with such an amazing child .

Carol look towards her young daughter who was now fast asleep in her arms and with her small lips parted . Carol smiled softly, heart strings pulling seeing this miracle in her arms. As much as Carol was afraid of what was to come during motherhood, she was grateful at the same time. Having someone that actually loved Carol and not shaming her for the little crap she does was a relief for her.

And for the first time ever , Carol felt happy .

" My little rascal...I love you so much. I'll always be here.. Mama's here. " Carol whispers before closing her eyes as well holding onto her babygirl. Both drifting off the tiredness from there body.

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[ Kid you not I have no clue WHY I DECIDED TO DO THIS NOW I COMPLETELY AM NOT OKAY FUCK .. ANYGAYS COMMENT IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE TAGGED ]

#carol denning x reader #carol denning imagine #orange is the new black imagine #ashley jordyn #henny russell #little debbie murderers #oitnb #young carol #present carol #carol denning #explore #story #daughter reader #daughter oc #oc

[dgknightblue]

Kiya: I hope I don’t grow up to be as stupid as them, but considering I’m surrounded by idiots I don’t have high hopes.

Tucker, gesturing to Carolina, Wash, and Locus: What about them? They’re pretty smart!

Kiya: And their IQ has gone down ever since.

Carolina, Wash, Locus completely slaughtered:

Kiya: Not that you had any in the first place, Tucker.

Tucker, obliterated by a 5 year old:

Simmons: Hey sweetie! What are you doing?

Kiya: Nothing Daddy!

Simmons: Uh what’s with them?

Kiya: Oh I don’t know, they’re kinda silly. Can we have ice cream?

Simmons: If you promise to wash your hands before and after, yeah.

Kiya: Okay!!!

Simmons picks up one of his many demonic daughters and takes her out for ice cream. They leave the shallow husks behind to wallow in misery.

#red vs blue #rvb Simmons #rvb Tucker #rvb carolina #rvb wash #rvb locus #rvb OC #original child character #Simmons daughter #daughter OC #cute

[x-babybeancharliecox-x]

#john constantine #john constantine daughter oc #daughter oc #lexi constantine #my gifs #my gif edits #gifs #gif edits #camila mendes #matt ryan #legends of tomorrow #arrowverse #constantine #john constantine x daughter oc

[johnwickmorelikejohnthicc]

I wrote a crack fic about the team being stuck in a safe house with Price’s American daughter. Literally a guilty pleasure I never planned on posting. Give it some love if you’re bored :)

#call of duty #modern warfare ii #john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #phillip graves #he’s kind of a good guy sorry #tiktok got to me #gary roach sanderson #BC I LOVE MY MUTE BOY #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #underrated king #child oc #daughter oc #shameless fanfic #not the show tho #fuck the show #never seen it #crack fic #no sex #theres a child #nasty ass

[nerdanel-the-wise-istarnie]

“I had a bad dream can I come sleep with you Ammë?” She whispers loudly standing in the threshold of Nerdanel and Fëanaro’s room holding Sir Rabbit tightly.

@vanifinwe-feanorian (but little)

˚ ₊ ·          ⠀                     

         ⠀                             ˗ˏˋ​ ​ ​​ ​――  𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑙 . . . ​ ​​ ​ ​❞

Nerdanel blinked her eyes open immediately at the sound of her youngest voice. She quickly sat herself up, worried.

“Oh my darling,” Nerdanel called out and quickly climbed out of bed. She quickly scooped up her daughter into her arms and kissed her cheek tenderly.

Nerdanel caressed her daughter’s another cheek and closed the door.

“Of course you can,” she said and got into bed with her and wrapped her arms and blankets tightly around her, “do you want to tell Ammë what’s wrong?”

She asked her quietly and softly, making sure Sir Rabbit was still there for her Vanifinwë. Nerdanel felt Fëanaro stir himself awake and wrapped his arms around the both of them. Before he just as quickly fell back asleep, while caressing his daughter’s arm.

˗ˏˋ​ ​ ​​ ​―― @vanifinwe-feanorian . . . ​ ​​ ​ ​❞

#nerdanel answers #vanifinwë #silm oc #daughter oc #vanifinwe-feanorian

[purplemang0z]

This is Cuphead oc. Milliana (Millie) Dice, King dice’s adopted daughter.

This is set in the Casino Cups Au with a few changes.

(Don’t ask me why she’s a human). You can ask her stuff.

#Casino cups Au #Cuphead oc #cute #digital art on tumblr #King dice #daughter oc #Casino cups #Mugman #Cuphead #Devil #artists on tumblr

[harveywritings92]

{König’s six year old step-daughter holds her arms up to him.]

Iris: Put me on your shoulders!

König: Ja, here you go!

[König picks the little girl up and puts her on his shoulders.]

Iris, in awe: Whoa! This is so cool! I’m taller than everyone! I’m- 

Iris:...

*Iris suddenly clings very tightly to him.*

König, concerned: You all right mein kleiner? (my little one?)

Iris, Hugging his head: Uh-huh...We’re really high up. Don’t look down.

#call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #call of duty 2022 #dad! König #stepdad!König #cod mw oc: Iris Lyons-Monroe #call of duty könig #König and oc #daughter oc #konig x cami

[cas-kingdom]

Omg omg omg I'm excited.

Can I request a Owen x daughter reader (or your OC) where she gets in trouble at school and has to get picked up and go to the firehouse? Obviously switch whatever you want but something like that!

A/N: Due to her age, I kept Owen's daughter as my OC!

"Mr. Strand, you don't seem surprised."

Owen tapped his fingers against the armrests of the uncomfortable chair he'd been forced to sit in and pressed his lips together in a thin line. Yeah. This was exactly why Gwyn usually attended these meetings with him.

"I'm not," he said, smiling tightly at the woman sat on the other side of the desk. "Maybe a bit. I mean, Connie's a little spitfire, I'm sure you know that. If someone was mean to her..." He shrugged and shifted in the chair. "Yeah, no, I'm not surprised."

As expected, the woman sat across the desk, Mrs. Winslow, the principle of his eight-year-old's school, was unamused. Lacing her fingers together on her lap, she rose a delicate eyebrow and leaned slightly forward, as though not quite having processed his answer yet. "Mr. Strand, your daughter punched a boy in the face."

Owen pursed his lips. "Because he told her girls couldn't be firefighters," he said matter-of-factly. "Just cause, if I may say so." Mrs. Winslow's frown darkened. "I may not," he corrected. Clearing his throat a little awkwardly, and once again wishing Gwyn hadn't been caught up in a meeting when the school had called, Owen sat up straighter in his chair. He grimaced at the discomfort of his backside. Did they make the chairs hard as nail on purpose?

"Yeah," he said, "I'm sorry. Rest assured, her mother and I will come up with some sort of punishment for her."

Mrs. Winslow stared at him a while longer before sighing and turning to her computer. She clicked a few things. "We're suspending Connie for four days, I'm afraid."

Owen exhaled. "Right," he said. Figures. "And is the boy being suspended?"

"There was no physicality involved on his side."

He failed to see the point, and his face made that clear. "So...is he being punished at all?"

"That will be up to his parents." The roles had been reversed now, with Owen not exactly finding her response agreeable. When his lack of an immediate response caused Mrs. Winslow to return her gaze back to him, she turned in her seat to face him. "Mr. Strand—"

"Bullying is bullying, Mrs. Winslow. Physical or not, works both ways. If teachers aren't punishing kids for being little crap bags then no wonder the kids are acting on it themselves. Food for thought."

Mrs. Winslow looked all but shocked, and Owen couldn't restrain from chuckling softly. He stood to his feet, considered a handshake, decided against it. "I'll leave now. Four days?"

"Four days."

Connie had been waiting outside Mrs. Winslow's office for however long Owen had been in there, swinging her little legs back and forth. She didn't often get in trouble, and she'd certainly never punched anyone before, so Owen couldn't say he wasn't slightly surprised...but still. She was her father's daughter. Had to count for something.

He shut the door and gave Connie a smile, holding out his hand for her to take. "Hey, Sunshine," he said, "heard you got into some trouble."

Connie scrunched her face up as they walked down the corridor. "Sam said girls couldn't be firefighters so I hit him hard, just like you told me to."

Had he? A brief memory of something involving alcohol and a little family get-together at his house swirled around his head.

He winced. He had.

"Yeah," he said hesitantly. "Daddy may have been a little...inebriated when he said that." He paused and turned to pick Connie up, swinging her around so she could hang onto his back. "Really, Con, sweetie, that was a bad call. We don't punch people."

Her little voice came by his ear, confused and noticeably disappointed. "Ever?"

"Not until you're older." He pat her knee. "Bad news is, Mom's gonna want to ground you. That means no TV for at least a week. Good news is you don't have to go to school for four whole days, and you're gonna spend twenty-four hours of those with me at the Firehouse. ‘Cause girls make the best firefighters.”

"Hell yeah!”

Another wince and a quick glance around to ensure Mrs. Winslow wasn't sneaking after them. “Ooh, okay, Daddy was a little inebriated when he said that word also, so let’s pretend it doesn’t exist from now on. 'Specially around Mom. Okay? Okay. That's my girl.”

Lone Star Masterpost

#911 lone star #911: lone star #Owen strand #Owen x oc #Owen strand x oc #Owen x reader #Owen strand x reader #reader fic #oc fic #daughter reader #daughter!reader #daughter oc #daughter!oc #mine

[smollangrycat]

Avatar: Way of Water Oc

Aleuk Sully - Pronounced: ( A-Look)

Aleuk is the eldest biological daughter of Jake and Neytiri.

She enjoys botany (study of plants) and learning/befriending pandoras creatures.

She has Thalassophobia (The fear of drowning) after an accident that took place when she was nine 

She is very close with her family and can often be found braiding Tuks hair or teasing Lo’ak

She is a total daddies girl but she loves her mom just as much (She just strives to be like her father)

Incredibly clumsy … like deadly clumsy almost got herself killed … quite a few times

Was born very small and weak so Neytiri and Jake worry about her a lot as she gets sick easily and is a *klutz*

Befriended an injured viper wolf pup (when she was 9) who was abandoned by his family for being small and sickly, his name is Tonôwa.

Girl has no sense of direction and will get lost within seconds.

#avatar 2 #avatar way of water #avatarwayofthewateroc #avataroc #james cameron #oc #avatar oc #blue avatar oc #avatar way of water oc #jake sully #neytiri #neteyam #lo’ak #tuktirey #kiri #grace augustine #daughter oc #teen oc #best friend

[time-cherry]

Everyone meet Sadie......Sadie Cobs....

SHE'S FUCKING ADORABLE, IF YOU WANT MORE OF HER, LET ME KNOW!

#inanimate insanity #steve cobs #object oc #daughter oc #object shows