Different male celebrities or male characters, father oneshots. I'll take requests and tell me if you want me to mention you when I create your request. Most will be teenage daughter
Chris Pratt is your dad (like in the title. duh). Name is Y/n Maria Pratt. You're 13 years old with brown hair and brown eyes. You're a sassy b*tch (in a good way, not mean) and you're also funny, sensitive, nice, and mean when you want to be. Your hobbies are playing guitar, singing, playing piano, and drums. You also love hanging out with you
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Y/n's POV
I was riding my skateboard back home, while listening to music, specifically Dead! by My Chemical Romance (a/n - sorry this is what I listen to)I honestly didn't want to go home. I had a lot of homework and I just wanted to do my own thing. I mean what teachers give homework on Friday. As I reached my house I slowed down and grabbed the key to the door. As I walked in I went straight upstairs and threw my bag down. I then took a shower and changed into some pj's.
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Once I finished it was 4pm.
'1 more hour till dad gets home' I thought.
Even though I didn't feel like it, I worked on my homework.
30 minutes later Chris's POV
"Are we almost done, James," I asked.
"Almost, why are you in such a rush," James Gunn producer of Guardians of the Galaxy vol 3. asked.
"It's Friday night, meaning its movie Marathon night," I said.
"Fine," he sighs, "That's a rap for today because Chris is anxious to get home and watch a movie marathon."
"Thanks," I say as I run off change and go home.
25 min later
I got home and called out for y/n, but there wasn't an answer. I went up to her room and saw her asleep at her desk, so I picked her up and put her in bed. I'm about to leave when she grabs my wrist.
"No," she grumbles.
"What?" I asked.
"Stay," she ask.
I sigh and lay down with her and go to sleep. so much for movie marathon.
