#alexa play daddy issues by the neighborhood

[apricusapollo]

there's something so funny about both leia and luke being in love with men older than them like damn anakin really did fuck up these kids

[sematarygirls]

i need joel miller BAD yall

[yourmomxx]

tough love ⋆ .ೃ ࿔ *

Dean Winchester x gn!child!reader

Summary: Dean snaps and takes his anger out on you, saying some hurtful words

Warnings: angst, hurt and comfort, daddy issues (who woulda thought), this isn’t proofread because it’s 1am and I’m emotional

Word Count: 1k

so yeah, uhm, my daddy issues definitely co-wrote this - enjoy :) line dividers by @maysdigitalarts

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

It hadn’t been a big deal. At least normally not. You had made a mistake during a witch hunt, and the not-so-nice old lady had almost gotten away because of that.

It all had turned out alright in the end. And it’s not like you had been a hunter all your life, and even if, things like that … they could happen. Did to every hunter at some point.

But Dean was stressed and he was bottling it up, and just like every time he did that, it would only take one incident to let it all come flooding out at once.

Thing is, nobody knew what would tip him off, or how it could possibly be avoided. There was no such thing as a guide to Dean Winchester.

It was like playing Russian Roulette.

And you were the lucky winner. Or in this case, loser. Because now he was yelling at you.

“Bring the kid to the hunt, they said.” The four of you were all gathered in the library, Dean ranting on with his arms thrown in the air. “They are old enough and will know what to do, they said.”

You bit the inside of your cheek.

“Dean,” Castiel tried to appease him, “I understand your anger, but it is no reason to react like that -”

“Really?” Dean retorted and his angry stare fell on the angel next to him. “Well, I don’t know how you want to handle this, Cas, but I don’t feel like putting people’s lives at stake because of some mistake I made seventeen years ago!”

“Dean!” Sam yelled.

And then, everything went quiet.

Oh.

Dean’s words started sinking in, and you felt your muscles slumping together. Your chest tightened with a cold, strong grip around your heart.

Ouch.

Dean just stood there, looking at you, not one word leaving his lips. Castiel and Sam had both written clear shock on their faces. But they, too, said nothing.

Slowly, you nodded your head.

Then, though it felt like a trance, you got your heavy limbs to carry you down the hallway, entering your room and closing the door behind you.

Sam watched as you left the library.

He clenched his jaw. “Well done, Dean,” he spat at his brother, and stalked out of the room.

With a flap of his wings and a disapproving side-look at Dean, Castiel was gone, too.

And Dean Winchester was left standing alone in the dim, warm light of the library room. Though in this moment, he felt anything else but warm.

𓆩 ♱ 𓆪

You were laying on the made bedsheets, staring at the ceiling, and only subconsciously listening to the song playing through the headphones.

Some melancholic melody that made you only feel even more like shit than you did before.

It was strange, this feeling. It felt like nothing, like this big, black desert inside of you, and at the same time, you wanted to start screaming and crying until your voice was lost.

On the other side of the wall, Dean was slowly making his way down the narrow hallway, until he reached the brown door that signified the threshold to your room.

He stood there for a second, looking at the worn out door handle, and then grabbed it to unlock the door. But he only opened it a small gap, before closing it again.

He let the doorknob go. Then he knocked.

Your gaze had been fixed on the door as soon as Dean had moved it an inch.

You frowned when it closed again. For a brief second, you felt that cold hand in your chest again, and your disappointment because you really thought that he would come to fix what he said before.

You didn’t hear the first knock. But the second one caught your attention, a muffled noise through the headphones, and you slowly let them sink from your ears and listened closely.

Again, a knock. You sat up on the bed.

Dean heard shuffling behind the door, like cushions being moved. He chose to try his luck and started talking.

“Hey, kid.”

You were staring at the door from inside your room, listening to your father’s voice talk to you from the other side. Faintly, the music was still playing over your headphones.

“Look, I’m ….” Dean started gesturing and nervously scraping around, while searching for the correct words to say.

“I’m sorry,” he eventually got out. “I didn’t mean what I said. I know that doesn’t make it right, but I just … I wanted you to know that.

I was mad, at so many things happening the last few weeks, and I let it all out on you, and I shouldn’t have done that.”

You turned the music off.

“I just wanted you to know that I don’t think you are a mistake, kiddo. I never did, and I never will.”

It was silent again, and the only noise he heard was the sound of his breathing, while waiting for something, anything, to happen.

Eventually, he let it be, and started making his way back to the library again.

The same moment he realized that the door had opened, you had already wrapped your arms around him and were sniffling quietly into the front of his yellow flannel shirt.

His hand rested on your back, while the other carefully reached up to softly brush over your hair.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he hushed.

“Me too,” you quietly mumbled into his chest.

You felt him shake his head. “Could have happened to anyone. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”

You nodded, and held onto him tighter.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Thanks.”

Dean softly smiled and pressed a kiss to your head. He was feeling warm again.

[es-3]

girls always want it until they have it (an apology from their father)

[tojisloft]

me when listening to "go ahead and cry little girl" part of the song or "i crumble completely when you cry" part of the song

[stevenslilmoon]

If anyone knows or writes platonic!reader x moonknight first pls let me know!! I'm desperate for fics that aren't romance centered or about sm*t. The moon system are like my dads to me PLSS 🙏🏼

[chaoticlilshitsposts]

Forgot to post this but the latest chapter of Two Souls got me, I can feel Aoi's pain talking to a robot sounding like his youngest brother

Two Soul's creator, @virgilisspidey

[mentally-manicc]

It’s so weird now that I'm remembering so much stuff from my past I want to be angry at those who didn’t protect me. I want to be so bad but I can’t because I want them to love me even more. I just don’t feel safe with anyone so I'd rather just isolate which is hard when people are around 

[asghxt]

Some part of me always get so upset whenever he doesn’t show any interest, when the texts start to become less and with a bigger time gap. And I know, even though it hurts to say, it’s my fault. My fault for refusing to let him go. My fault for have developed feelings for him. My fault for hand him over my heart and body so easily.

But, I guess it’s the way he actively listened to me ramble, the way his touch felt right on me, the way he made me feel so comfortable whenever we were together, the sound of his laugh, the way his hand nervously moved whenever he wanted to touch my thigh while driving, the way he whispered “God, you are so pretty” before leaning over and kiss me like he meant it. And I know it’s my fault, I know I should’ve left him the first time he told me: “I can’t give you what you want” but some part of me, even my heart snd soul refused to let him see go. Some part of me still silently begs and whispers to the universe for a chance to be together, for him to hold me like I’m the most precious thing ever, for him to tell everyone; “yeah, that’s my girl”, for him to surprise me with flowers and tiny significant gifts, for him to call me baby, sweetheart, my love, for him to say “I love you”.. Maybe we are not meant to be together, maybe whatever we have it’s meant to be purely physical but God, how I want for things to be turn around.

There’s times when I just stare at him and the same three words want to escape my lips, but I know if I do, everything we once had will disappear in a matter of seconds. Do I like him because he’s older than me? Do I like him because he’s the first to ever listen to whatever I have to stay? Do I like him because of those times he keep coming back to me and whispered how much he missed me? Perhaps he made me addicted to him, perhaps my body belonged to him the second he touched me, perhaps my lips keep yearning for his because it feels right, perhaps just perhaps I desperately want for him to love me and to see me as more as just a hookup. Maybe I want him to call me his. Maybe I just want for him to love me like I always dreamed of. Maybe deep down I always knew it was him and no one else.

[thefirstlie]

*showing everyone my dad's credit card that he gave me* and THIS is the card i use when i want to punch my father in the face 😊

[yoraely]

cries

[winwintea]

secure that card! 06. brownie points

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SUMMARY ▸ zhong chenle is the owner of many cards. a black card? he owns that. he even has a stanford student id card. the one card he doesn’t own though? a green card. and if chenle plays his cards right, he just may be able to secure one by wooing you. or it could all fall through… who knows?

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ 爱你爸 means “love you dad” 😔 rip chenle… also if you’ve ever tried pei pa kao just know it is the cure to all ails it’s terrible but it does it’s job. 💀

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[justice4sasuke]

Daddy issues for everybody!!! That's what happens when you take two characters who aren't paternal and make them fathers to continue profiting off the series.

[bakesandbunns]

This is just a silly little blog and I can use it to rant without too many consequences right? Right

So anyway, my best friend and I were talking about his dad whom he has a very good relationship with. He told me his dad was a social worker, a teacher and now an addictions counselor. And then said something that really stuck out to: "my dad really loves helping people even if it's hard sometimes. I think that's why he loves superheroes so much, and why I do too. My dad's my superhero"

It was so wholesome at that moment I shed a tear. Then I thought about the relationship I have with my dad. I never thought about him as my hero. He was someone I never wanted to be like, someone who disappoints me instead. Its just upsetting that my relationship with him isn't what I would have liked it to be and it hurts sometimes when I realise that

Anyway I needed to get that off my chest lmao

[tojisloft]

pedro pascal trending is the best thing that happened today

[rottingcorps3s]

"Daddy Issues" - J.P.

John Price x f!reader

Rating: 16+ (no smut, just cute) Word Count: Like 800?? Notice: Hey Alexa, please play “Daddy Issues” by The Neighborhood. I feel as if the title is self explanatory. A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve posted! Had a few ideas I wanted to get out so I decided to write this while I waited for Skyrim to download lol This was written on mobile and not proofread. Might make multiple parts of this, might not. But hope you enjoy!

His grip was tight on your hand. His fingers having completely engulfed your own as he pulled you through the crowd of people. His other hand holding onto the few shopping bags you had accumulated throughout the day.

John was an older man, not much older, but still older. You didn’t mind, obviously, but other people seemed to. It was evident in the stares from strangers that would linger just a second too long.

Is that your dad? You’d heard a hundred times over.

Is she your daughter? They’d ask John, a defeated look crossing his eyes.

When people realized that the two of you were in fact a couple, it tended to sour their mood. Seeing a younger woman with an older man their mind immediately went to Sugar Daddy. Which was far from the truth…kinda.

Did John spoil you? Definitely. Who wouldn’t want to? The multiple Cartier bracelets you owned, the 24k gold necklace that sat delicately against your sternum and the fact that your nails were always done every 4 weeks were proof of his generosity to you.

But your relationship was so much more than that. To him, you had done more for him than he’d ever be able to pay you back for. Your warm touch and inviting smile was all he needed to be satisfied, but you had gone further beyond that.

Since you had entered his life, not a day went by where he wasn’t thankful. Making sure he always had a hot meal waiting when he returned from deployment no matter the time of night. A hot bath already prepared by the time he was done eating. Your warm embrace waiting for him in bed as he washed away the horrors of war.

God forbid he spoils his woman a little.

You felt it happen a few blocks back, your shoe having slowly dragged your sock down the back of your heel and under your foot. It was driving you crazy, but the car was only a few blocks away. John could tell something was wrong as you seemed to lag behind him and stumbled every couple steps.

You had been looking into the window of one of the shops you passed by, seeing if anything interesting caught your eye before you were met with the solid chest of your boyfriend. You looked up at him and met his gaze, his eyebrows raised and a questioning look in his eyes.

“Are your shoes hurtin’ you?” he asked, pulling you off to the side to avoid being trampled by people.

You looked down at the shoes you were wearing, they were a simple pair of white sneakers. A pair John had bought you.

“No,” you said simply, a small smile forming on your lips as you admired him for a moment.

“You keep tripping over yourself?” he said as more of a question.

“My sock rolled under my foot, but I was just gonna fix it in the car.” You said simply.

His eyebrows furrowed as he listened to you, his eyes scanning your form and ultimately landing on your shoes. He paused for a moment, your gaze having wandered back to the window of the shop, waiting for him to start leading the way once more.

He let out a small sign before moving the bags he was holding further up his arm and got down onto one knee in front of you. His knees popping as he did.

You looked down at him with a questioning gaze before he gripped the back of your calf and set your shoe on his knee. You quickly gripped onto his shoulder as you used it to balance yourself. He made quick work of untying the laces and slipped your sneaker off. His hands felt ice cold against your feet as he gently pulled your sock back over your heel.

For as big as John was, he was extremely gentle. His fingers were calloused over and rough, but his touch was the complete opposite. He was nothing but gentle, and caring, and soft with you (unless you requested otherwise).

You felt your face heat up from the interaction, a deep red blush covering your cheeks as he slipped your shoe back on and tied the laces. He set your foot back down on the ground before grabbing ahold of the other one and doing the same thing.

People were staring, you both knew that, but it was such a sweet gesture that you completely blocked out the existence of everyone else around you. John stood back up once your other shoe was on, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment before he turned back around and continued to the car. Your hand still gripped tightly into his own.

You had a huge smile plastered across your face as you pushed yourself into his side. Your other hand holding onto his bicep, your nails gently digging into them.

“Thank you…” you said appreciatively. John smiled in response.

“Anything for you, love.”

(someone please stab me, I love John so much)