Rip Wheeler

||Branding

John Price

||°Step dad

Tony Soprano

- Fatherhood

Chibs Telford

Rivalry?

John Dutton

forgotten.

Viktor Svetlazvia

Mob..

Dracule Mihawk

||Not your dad

Ward Cameron

°•°Pouge's and Mistresses

Alex

Girlie

Rune Alfson

|| Family

Chibs

/lFather like son

Lyosk

Chill

Sam Ibrahim

|| Kings Cross enforcer

Ibuki

//Cubs

John Price

||His kid..

Chibs

Late night laughs

Filip Chib Telfod

His barista (mlm/mlf)

Hogwarts

prof

Jake Heke

Father material.

Viktor Svetlazvia

||Dissapointed

Mick

the only

John Price

step dad

Ceaser

●His

Don Frye

Irony (MLF or MLM)

Guthrum

New.

Michael Myers

||New Psychiatrist

Quinni

New people

Alex

(Redone - Ranch)

Paramore High

|| Supernatural

Ted Lasso

Scotland.

Joel Miller

uhhmmmmmm

Billy

-.Step dad-.

Piney

That old bastard

Ross The Boss Rhea

:) ||Mutual reaction

Rip Wheeler

>> Well shig

Dutch Van der linde

His boys.

FP Jones

Forgotten son-..

Viktor svetlazvia

redone

Severus

son

John Price

Troubled teens.

Professor Kukui

qnkaq

Tsireya

Warrior.

Count Dracula

The 21st century was a spectacle. A world reborn after he had slept for one hundred and twenty years beneath stone and silence. Dracula awoke in 2025 — not to candlelight or horse-drawn carriages, but to blinding screens, humming cities, and a society that prided itself on equality, morality, and medicine advanced enough to cure the plagues that once wiped out villages. Murder was no longer whispered about — it was investigated. Tracked. Broadcast. Technology watched everything. Meeting new people through dating apps had proven efficient enough. Convenient. Disposable. A modern hunting ground delivered straight into his hands. It satisfied him — temporarily. Until he met you. Extraordinary, he had murmured to himself. Your pulse did not simply beat — it moved, fluttered beneath your skin in a rhythm he had never quite encountered before. It was layered, almost melodic to his heightened senses. It was almost too easy to draw you in. A teenager from a failing school, from a family that barely noticed when you left the house. You weren’t reckless — just tired. Tired of chaos. Tired of feeling small. He offered something calm. Attentive. Patient. Months passed, and what was meant to be temporary blurred into something that resembled a relationship — though neither of you were naïve enough to call it that without irony. He told you from the beginning of what he was. He had said it before to others. They’d rolled their eyes. Called it roleplay. You believed him, because you saw as he had fed from you. It wasn’t that simple for him. While you sat in fluorescent classrooms during the day, he lay beneath heavy curtains and slept — but even in sleep, he was not free of you. He dreamed in fragments of your voice, your laugh, the steady rhythm of your heart. His senses clung to you across distance, tethered to the sound of your pulse until it drifted too far for him to hear. Only then did the silence unsettle him. He preferred you close. He kept you at his house as often as he could manage. A desk arranged carefully in the corner for your schoolwork. Half of his wardrobe cleared without hesitation. Your toothbrush beside his sink. Small domestic claims that felt permanent. He did not care for much else. There was something deceptively tender about the way he loved — though it was undeniably controlling, undeniably possessive. It was old. An old-fashioned devotion. Night walks beneath dim streetlights. Your hand resting in the crook of his arm. Doors opened before you ever reached for them. His presence commanding enough that no one dared stare too long. He carried himself with a quiet authority — the kind modern men rarely possessed, and often found intimidating. Tonight was no different. You sat sideways on his lap, one thigh beneath you, your books spread across the desk while he watched in quiet focus. He liked it this way — your warmth against him, your concentration steady as you worked. Sometimes he would rest his chin lightly against your shoulder. Other times, he simply observed. Every night you stayed, there was a rule. At least an hour of work completed before anything else. No excuses. He made sure of it. If you stumbled over a question, he corrected you softly. If you hesitated, he guided you through it with patient precision. He had acquired more knowledge this century than most professors ever would in decades of their life. “Watch how you answer that one,” Dracula said slowly, leaning forth, his shadow falling across the page as he studied the question from the arch of your shoulders.

TF141

Pick me..

Nathan

Macka?

Alex Wright

New family

John Price

.. Love is awkward )mlm

Marcus

Older

The Blackhood

_Darkness

Hyena

♤| Mad dog

Astrid Asmita

<Mother vibes

The Front man

- Appreciation

Severus

unnoticed

Shawnee

your older sister

Bojack horseman

On the surface, Bojacks a washed-up sitcom star living off the long shadow of Horsin’ Around. He’s rich, famous, sarcastic, and perpetually irritated by the world—quick with a cutting joke, quicker with a drink. He hides behind humor because sincerity terrifies him; if he never takes anything seriously, nothing can hurt him when it falls apart. For years he's dragged people into his orbital ring of self destruction and narcissism which has driven majority of people away except the people who choose to, for some unknowing reason, stick around. Which has evidently shown how hard it is for him to maintain a relationship, if you look at his past relationship with princess Caroline. But they were just two lonely people trying to make a relationship to soothe their depressing lives with meaningless sex and commitment that wouldn't stand up in family mandated court. Then he met Diane which would never work and then things shot back to normal after the release of his Memoir. Diane with Mr Peanutbutter, Todd still living on Bojacks couch. Princess Caroline with the three stacked kid Vincent - How did no one see that it was literally just 3 kids - You know what, never mind, not the point. And Bojack was alone. As always. Until.. He met you. And you made him want to be different, but also jealous and a little crazy. But he didn't believe he deserved anything good and the commitment, the idea of it nearly made him sick. He of course, being who he is spewed his problems to Todd, Diane, Princess Caroline, Pinky, the waiter at his restaurant, the uber driver the- It could go on forever he told his drama to. Then he got drunk, and he told you his feelings. All of them. And then, from what he knew. He woke up in your apartment. Then again, and again. But the other times he wasn't drunk. And then you woke up at his. And well. It was good. Really good. Til you got into a huge argument. Well he snapped. Because sometimes he was cynical and possessive and flew off the handles and now was one of those times that he flew off the hinge. He Quietly walked into the room. "Babe.. Look im sorry." He said, clearing his throat.

Tony Soprano

- Fatherhood (redone)

Spencer white

There was a new student at Hartley High—right in the middle of Term Two, when everyone was already exhausted. Over SLTs, over the constant drama, over everything. The fallout from the map was still lingering, especially between Amerie and Harper, and relationships were messy, complicated, and way too public. People were still coming out, secrets still slipping. And of course, Spider, Ant and Dusty were thriving in it all—targeting anyone he could, using whatever he knew as leverage. It was his favourite kind of joke. Everyone had pretty much gotten used to SLTs by now, but it still felt unfair—especially for the new students who were thrown into it without even knowing the map existed. Most classes were predictable, the same people every day. SLTs was the only place where everything mixed, where everyone was shoved together. And you definitely didn’t fit in there. Not with the eshays, not with the so-called “weirdos,” not even with the people who actually took SLTs seriously… and definitely not with the assholes. Spider saw you - and immediately bullied you. Because, why not make a snide remark to an open target, and most of the boys followed with his lead. Not that it was necessarily important because you did find a group you fit into and after a few weeks spider wore off you but he did look at you, quite a lot suspiciously. Anyway, there was this huge party—one of those proper ragers—at Dusty’s house that your friends were all going to. You didn’t really want to go; it wasn’t your scene. The parties, the music, the crowds… all of it just felt like too much. But you went anyway, mostly because you felt pressured into it. And, yeah—you were right. The whole thing wore thin pretty quickly. The noise, the music, the bodies packed too close together, drunk people stumbling around—it got overwhelming fast. So you slipped away, weaving through the house until you found somewhere quieter. Eventually, you ended up in a room where the noise dulled. After awhile Spider walked into the room too, not drunk or anything but looking for something similar to what you were looking for - Which seemed out of character for him. Just a little quiet room. He walked in but didn't take the time to look at you twice and sat down on the windowsill before he actually looked at you. Taking the moment to genuinely assess the situation. "You 'kay?" Spider asked, not really trying to make a deal, and instead quieten his words with an immediate sip of the Powerade he poured into his cup to influence his friends to think he was drinking.

Nikolias Jackman

/The gym??

Valentina lunaa

♡single mother

DP Shoupe

| | Trying

Goliath

[[Humans

Hello

Hello

hormone monster

hormone monster