#father and adoptive daughter

[ellieslittleburrow]

Summary : Your phone dies just when you lied to your father about where you are. How does he react when he finds you?

Warnings : Being chased by somebody

A/N : woo woo! First Beau fic, thanks to @dreamerbouquet 🪷🪷 alsooooooooo, i'm so angry at how my writing is so repetitive yall 😭 i hate it i need a change.

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-- Your phone dies before you get to send that last text..

Fucking hell. You just lied too-you weren't right...quite on Ousel Falls, you're still in the woods near by, limping your way out as you dragged your bicycle through the mud.

You SOMEHOW trip over something and fly forward, landing over a broken branch that brushes your skin just enough to remove it.

Fuckking hell..

Thankfully, you know your way through the vast space and so you walk...and walk, spinning around when a creaking sounds behind you..."Hello?" You say, frantically looking around. Dear god...

Another creak sounds and a figure appears from afar, seemingly running towards you. A gasp escapes your lips and you push away the bicycle before spriting forward, in spite of your aching foot. You run and hop over branches, looking over your shoulder at the person running after you.

You didn't have time to back down, you thought of your father, what he'd do-Thankfully you're only a little under a mile away from the entrance of the woods, and so your feet spring faster-and as you look back once more, you bump into something-which you push away.

"N-No." You push agaisnt it-

"I'ts me, it's me-it's dad."

"We have to go they're com-"

"Calm down, calm down honey-it's just a bunch of kids" Your dad shakes your body gently, leaning close to you to get your attention. "They ran away already, just a bunch of kids."

You take a breather, processing as your heatbeat starts slowing down...

"Come here." He says, pulling you into his chest, one hand envelopping your back and the other resting over the back of your head. "Dear god...you scared me-i thought-" He shut himself up, proceeding with a long sigh.

You pull away from him, biting your lip in an attempt to dtop your quivering chin. "I'm sorry...i-" a sob escapes your throat and you lean back into his chest- Relief has finally hit you and your muscles relaxed... "i'm sorry i didn't mean to scare you-or for my phone to die i-"

He interrupts you, pulling you away firmly. And when your eyes meet, a wave of emotions travels through his eyes. He looks worried and sad and relieved and angry, all of which overwhelm you.

"What did i say about going to the woods alone?" His voice is firm. But the tenderness in his furrowed eyebrows isn't. "What did i say about that?" He demands a response and you just don't have one.

"I-i m-i don't know-I I didn't take it that seriously-" you stop yourself, hell..you just exposed yourself-you shouldn't have.. "i'm sorry."

Your dad rubs your back "It's okay.." He rests his chin over your head, temporarily planting kisses on it.

"It's okay...i'm here now." Your dad reassures you one last time before stepping back. "Do we need to go to the hospital?" He kneels down when his attention lands on your bleeding leg.

"No, no need for that." You reassure him back, staggering back when he held your leg up a little high. You rested your hand on his shoulder, balancing yourself. "I'm okkay."

You're not-You wince as your father examines what turns out to be an open cut.

"Can you walk?"

You roll your eyes. "Dad, it's not that serious it's just a c-"

"Can you or can you not?" He cuts you off.

"I caaaan..." You groan in annoyance. It's a lie but-he's already tired enough

"Okay....let's go then. If i notice you're limping i'm carrying you back." He orders and a smile appears on your face.

"Okay" You can't fight that. "Thank you."

"I'm...i'm just glad you're okay, honey."

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I wish i could've made this one longer. But i'm too tired. Anyway, kissies yall, i hope you enjoyed reading this 🥀🥀🥀❤️❤️❤️

[mel-kusanagi]

mylo and miguel

a quick sketch of my spidey oc mylo and her dad miguel (they're talking about a guy named peter at miguel's workplace)

[casscainmainly]

I feel like part of the reason Bruce likes Cass so much is because her perfection gives off the comforting illusion that she’s untouchable. He finds it easier to set aside his fear of losing her so he doesn’t nitpick as much, but at the cost of struggling to acknowledge her imperfect humanity. Or something like that.

100%!! There's a reason Bruce is so much nicer and more caring to Cass than to Steph - sure, Cass' personality is more like Bruce's, but Cass could make every mistake Steph did and Bruce would forgive her because he sees Cass as capable, where he sees Steph as in over her head. In the context of a post-Death in the Family Bruce, Cass is the ideal new partner, one he knows can take care of herself.

I've talked before about how this perspective is coloured not only by Cass' ability, but by race. Bruce falls heavily into the model minority myth, and the way he glosses over her imperfect humanity is part of that. He doesn't mean to, but he does see her as a tool (see his approval of her not wanting to use her civilian identity). Only when he starts to break out of that model minority mindset (in Horrocks' run) does he fire her, and she starts to be treated like his other partners - horribly, in one sense, but also humanly. That firing scene is a pivotal turning point in Bruce seeing Cass as her own person.

I wish this specific Bruce + Cass dynamic had been continued post-Horrocks, but honestly the Batgirl (2008) adoption scene is a nice cap to their arc. One thing I really really like about that scene is it's framed as a choice - Bruce explicitly says, "if you'll let me". He finally puts her feelings above his, and offering that choice - more than any adoption paper - is when he becomes her father.

[reaversanctuary]

we forget we were human  (what do we need with the sun?)

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

THE GOOBERS !!

nyehehe :3c

I hope you like it !! I had fun sketching out these sillies :D

XFQKDSX!! The goobers... dude!! I LOVE this, it’s so good!! Your Jack-O-Bonnie is great, and you made Crimson really well!! I love thisssss...

Girl and her bnnuy father figure...

Thank you!!!

[azuneekun]

hii!! love your art, question: if you have had any kids in sdv what have you named them??

I got all 3 of my farmers married with kids 👍✨

(Ari belongs to @50der in our multiplayer game)

[somnus-in-law]

Bruce: My previously smart mouthed and outgoing son is despondent since going into puberty..

Bruce, picking up comfort cake: Clearly he's about to kill himself.

Tim, drowning in stolen Dysphoria hoodie:

[apolloskazoo]

words cannot express how much I love this photo. they both look so confused,, disgruntled even. I don’t even know why they just have the same look on their faces and I love it. I love that they’re walking around together looking as if the mere existence of everything in their general vicinity is bothering them. they are so father-daughter

[plushrats]

chat can a family be a batshit crazy scientist, a robot butler and their goth clone daughter?

[ellieslittleburrow]

Summary : John Winchester, your father, is protective of you

Warnings : swearing and cute John

A/N : should we write more John Winchester?

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John Winchester, a man of many flaws. Sammy can attest to that, he suffered the most from John's decisions. Dean would stand against that, he's been John's boy since the day he was born. Dad this, dad that; That doesn't mean it isn't complicated, though.

You on the other hand.....umm....not suuuure where you stand really, where do you stand?

Everything felt different for you with John. Everything. His love for you was established since the beginning. He got a spark in his eyes whenever you were around that neither of his two boys ever got the chance to see, even Dean.

You were his baby girl.

There were the times where he stood up for you. The bullies??? Never stood a chance. There was that one time in particular when you got h-

"Hey! What did i tell you about slamming doors?" A scolding growl sounded, one that would usually....send shivers down your spine. This time it left you unbothered, or maybe fueled your anger even more.

In an attempt to not cry in front of the Great Winchester, you hurried to the bed assigned to you and threw yourself into a sleeping position, your back facing him.

"HEY" his growl grew angrier and you just hugged yourself. You didn't need him exploding your eardrums on top of everything else that had happened that day. His steps closed in on you and soon enough, your waist was gently being pulled back- you were facing him.

As his eyes navigated around your face, his features simultaniously softened. The creases shaped by the frown on your eyebrows, the sucked in lower lip, the damp eyelashes, all signs of-

"You were crying?" A stupid question that John needed no answer to. He somehow knew why, too. But he asked anyway. "Was it the kids at school?"

With that-you force yourself back on your side. "I told you not to force me into a new school."

Your mumble is muffled but John already knew what you were going to say-you've had this conversation many a times before.

"Come on" Your father tapped your butt before heading towards the door. And your curiosity itched your brain and you turned around, sitting up.

"Where are you going?" You asked and he glanced at you over his own shoulder, a mischivious smile embellishing his face.

"Just get your ass up."

Over in the car, John turned to you. "Do you know where this kid lives?"

You took your damn time to respond, both of you will get into trouble buuuuuuut.... A smirk ghosted your lips. "Yeaaaah?"

"Good, that saves us a lot of time."

You nervously chuckled. "A lot of time for what, dad?" The Impala roared as silence followed your question. You sort of understood. And as you directed him towards the bully's house, your stomach tightened in a mixture of excitement and anxiety.

"Right there, the Cayenne, his father's." You pointed at the car and your dad shamelessly parked his own only a few couples of meters away.

Another nervous chuckle left your lips as your head popped forward. Your eyes followed your dad as he jumped out of the car and headed for the trunk. The hood popped up for a minute and then your dad reappeared with what seemed to be a....BAT?

You jumped out of the car and distress shot through your veins. "Dad" You called for him but he'd already made up his mind and as you stressfullly walked behind him, he casually headed for the car, the bat vibrating in his hands. "Dad, you're gonna get us into trouble." You whispered as if whispering would make the crime your father is about to commit any less obvious.

But John totally ignored you and he swung the bat before sending it into the Cayenne's back window-the glass instantly chattered. You flinched and before you were even able to process the first hit, a second one echoed through the quiet neighborhood.

You flinched again. "Dad, st-"

"I'm only doing this for you, honey." John rounded the car and stopped at the front of the car. "If it were up to me, i'd slice the boy AND his father." The third swing hit harder, more violent. And the alarm continues blaring. "All he had to do was teach his son some manners. But since he can't do that, i'll teach 'em both a good lesson."

There's that story, and there's another one. Where you're being you, and for you, emotions have a like, a giant gravitational pull on your life-just like this time.

You and dad have been on the road for almost two days-stupid shapeshifters and it's that week of the month that's the most chaoti-- and this stupid fucking booth is weird and squishy and-

Your cheeks grew hot and wetness suddenly streamed down your face. When John noticed, he blew out a long sigh. He shut his eyes slowly, bringing his index and thumb to the opposite sides of his face, rubbing roughly.

Not fucking cool, dad. This shit's tiring enough. 'You know what-" You stop midsentence, rushing off to the bathroom but a sudden strain pulled you back.

"No-no, i'm sorry, honey, i'm sor-"

"I'm already tired enough." Your voice came out full and rough, heavy with the build up of saliva in your throat. "don't need you making fun of m-" You were about to yank your wrist away when he held it tighter.

"Come on that's not what's happening here." John swiftly got up and faced you. "I just-i'm tired too, kid. I-" He sighed again, and you wiped away your tears.

"Coooome here." Too slow but too sweet-and not a question either, your dad reached for the back of your head and brought it to his chest. He planted a kiss over your hair and gently swayed both of your bodies left and right. "Dad's here." His tone might've been gentle, but it still bore a hint of annoyance.

He doesn't mean-he "You don't mean that-you're just saying it because i'm-"

"Noo i do mean it, baby, i do-" he sighed once more. "I'm just tired. That's why i sound like this." He planted a second kiss on your forehead before boaring into your eyes. You dropped your gaze down in the process, too-

"I'm sorry." His thick eyebrows softened back to their normal position. And his bunny teeth appeared. Amused, he hesitated to speak for a few seconds. "You know you're too old for this right?"

You pinched his waist, causing him to jerk back, choking on a chuckle.

You sniffed, throwing embarassed glances his way. "Shut up."

"I'm sorry, honey."

What the hell is wrong with me? Is the first thought that comes to mind. There sure are many more stories to tell about the great John Winchester. But to sum it all up, you are indeed on his fucking side.

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@marvelfanfn2187a113

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WOO WOO, i hope yall made it to the end. See ya next time 🖤🖤🖤🥀🥀🥀

[random-lil-illing]

low effort doodle of the butcher gang :)

hey. psst. @impishly-queer. this is a gift for you. :]]

[peachy-doodles]

sososo excited for the Eastward DLC coming out soon wahhhhh everyone pls play this game its soooo charming ;u; <3

[tireddovahkiin]

[click on for the better quality]

Guys I want you to meet my dad Vincent Valentine, exhausted Dracula wannabe (we take ibuprofen together)

I love him sm we're so depressed and tired of life and done with humanity (except im hyper about it :D)

[fauvester]

someone asked about girldad julian.. he’s trying his best

[bluejaysgonerogue]

okay but Price and Adopted!Daughter???

Adopted her after her family died. He was her father’s closest friend, she knew him etc. She was ten, turned 16 when he was promoted to Captain.

After she set her mind on joining the SAS because her dad is so cool, he took her to mil-sim over a weekend because ‘if you’re gonna join i might as well make sure you’re prepared.’

Queue the 5AM runs before school at 8. The workout program packet he compiled for her to make sure she would be safe out there.

Her nanny/the house caretaker is Ex-SF, approved by Laswell, has superb training in home defense, just generally a badass. Really nice woman too, makes amazing eggnog and cookies.

She's in TF141 as a Sergeant. The team jokingly calls her and Price the Dynamic Duo because they move so seamlessly together.

Falls asleep on the hard couch in his office while waiting for him to go home

a private once tried to harass her. Fully aware she was a Sergeant in the SAS, even knowing she was in TF141, he still tried to put the moves on her. Except Price was taking a cigar break outside. You can imagine how pissed Papa Bear Price was. That private cleaned the men's toilets with a toothbrush for three weeks before Price let him stop.

[blu3b1rd]

I have had this au on the mind again, obviously, so here's a piece. He's trying his best as a single father with a daughter who's had a 20 year rebellious phase.

she takes after her dad very much in this au.

Also i shouldn't need to say it but this au presents these two as adopted family, so there is no shipping or whatever. And I will not tolerate any reblogs/comments that imply it.