daughter on fathers shoulders

Imagine you and Loki celebrating your daughter’s first birthday. You and him are no longer together, because of his mischievous ways. But, that all changes when he realizes that out of all the women he has dated, you are his true love. Once you have put your daughter in her crib for the night, Loki kisses you and asks you to forgive him for all he has done to you. The moment you nod, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder and says “Let’s make another one!“ 


a/n: the title is daisies but i forgot about the daisies until after i was done #nice

You smiled as you saw your four-year-old daughter spinning around in her little leotard, following the directions of her dance teacher. The class had a recital coming up in a couple of weeks, so everyone was slightly panicking and trying to get the girls and boys to know their moves and when to go off stage.

Glancing down at your phone, you saw when you saw a message from your husband, who was currently in America for some tour promo. You stepped out into the hall, so you could still see your little ballerina through the large windows, but she couldn’t her you. “Hello?” You asked, smiling as you heard Shawn’s voice.

“Hey, when is Y/D/N’s recital?”

“Um, the twentieth, why?”

“Got some time off of promo before I go to Europe.” Shawn explained. “She likes daisies, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “She’ll love anything she gets, you know her, Shawn. Wait,” You bounced on the balls of your feet. “Does this mean you’re going to surprise her?”

Maybe.” Shawn drew out the first vowel in the word. “I gotta go, hun. See you on the twentieth!” He said he loved you before hanging up.

You slipped your phone back into your purse, and tried to keep the smile off of your face.

“Mommy,” Your daughter looked at you, almost knocking her cereal off of the table. “When is Dady coming home? I want him to see my dancin’!”

You almost broke then, when you saw the look on her face. “Daddy said he can’t come home for another few weeks, bubby. But he said I need to send him all of the videos I take! It’ll be just like he’s there!”

“I guess,” Your daughter sat back down, shoulders falling. She looked so much like her father when she did that. “Mommy,” She looked up at you once again, and you smiled at her.

“What, angel?”

“Can we play dress up and tea party?”

You smiled, nodding. “Why don’t you go get everything set up, hm? Let Mommy clean the table?”

“Ok!” She nodded, running off, her brown hair bouncing as she went.

You waited until she was safely out of earshot before you called Shawn. “You’re such a dick, Shawn!”

What did I do this time?”

“Our adorable little girl asked when you were coming home, because she wanted you to see her dance recital, and I had to lie to her and it was the worst thing I’ve ever done.”

Shawn cooed. “Aw, hun.” He spoke to someone else for a moment, before coming back to the conversation with you. “Hey, can you save two tickets?


“Mhmm, Geoff wants to see her dance, too.

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “He does know Y/D/N isn’t his daughter, right?”

Hey! I heard that!” Geoff’s voice caused you to bite your tongue so you didn’t laugh too loud.

“Alright, I gotta go play dress up. I’ll snag two tickets. Love you, see you next week!”

You were waiting in the lobby of the place the recital was, waiting for Shawn. Your daughter had been backstage getting dressed and running around, keeping busy while everyone waited for the show to start. “Hey,” You smiled, walking up to your husband.

“Hi, baby.” Shawn kissed you, causing you to forget about the people around you.

“Ahem,” Geoff coughed, breaking off the kiss. “We have a show to catch.”

You nodded, handing the usher the three tickets, smiling as the girl saw Shawn. “F-front row, Mr. Mendes.”

“Thanks, hun.” Shawn smiled, taking your hand. You three walked down to the front of the seats, and sat down a little off to the left side. “So, what is this, exactly?”

“I think it’s just a bunch of groups dancing to different songs, at least that’s what it seemed like at the practices and everything.”

“Hmm, alright. Whatever it is, I’m proud of her.” Shawn smiled, hand falling to your leg. You rested your own hand on top as the house lights dimmed, and the first group of children walked out.

The curtains rose, and all of the dancers were on stage, taking their final bows. You stood up, and cheered for your daughter, and Shawn put his pinkies in his mouth and let out a whistle. Your daughter’s eyes locked on to her father, and he ran off the stage, not even caring that there were about two hundred other people in there. “Daddy!” She smiled, launching herself into Shawn’s arms.

“Hi, Princess!” Shawn spun her around, one hand going to her bottom to support her, and the other was tangled in her hair. “Daddy missed you, he missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too! Daddy, I love you!” Your daughter smiled, and you felt yourself tearing up as you saw the tears falling onto your daughter’s cheeks.

“I got you daisies, Princess.” Shawn smiled, picking up the bouquet he had gotten in the lobby.

Your daughter only hugged him tighter, and you couldn’t help but take a couple of photos of them, before your daughter saw Geoff standing behind you.

She squirmed out of Shawn’s arms, and over to her favorite “uncle” Geoff.

You looked at Shawn, and wrapped your hand around his torso. “She missed you.”

“I missed her, too. Almost as much as I missed you.” He smiled, kissing you.

a/n: hope you like the fluff to break up the angst between cheater parts. 

A Very Good Thing (Ben Platt X Reader)

WC: 2423

Warnings: Alcohol mentioned, fluff, general father daughter cuteness

Summary: Y/N Rannells is her father’s date to the Tony’s, and despite having met plenty of celebrities, one manages to leave her particularly starstruck.

A/N: In honour of the Tony nominations, here’s an imagine about two of my favourite nominees (featuring a new paragraphing system thing done ever so kindly by @musiclover1072 )

“You want to take me to the Tony’s with you?” I said in disbelief, looking at my dad with wide eyes.

“Of course. Your dad’s out of town, and you’re my favourite and only daughter. If I win, I want you to be there with me!” He said, punching my shoulder lightly.

“My friends are totally going to freak out when they hear that I went to the Tony’s. You’re the best, dad.” I said, pulling my uncle into a tight hug. He chuckled and reciprocated the hug, pulling me tight against him.

“You’re a Rannells, Y/N. You’re my only daughter, and I love you.” He said, ruffling my hair slightly.

“I remember when you took me to the premiere of The Book of Mormon. Dad got so mad, but it was the best night.” I recounted, letting go of him. Dad laughed, a smile blooming on his face.

“You were 13. It shouldn’t have been anything new.” He said, the smile quickly morphing into a smirk.

“Back to the Tony’s. I’m going to need a dress, right?” I said and dad nodded, sitting down at the breakfast bar.

“Of course. You and your aunt can go get that. I’m not going to deprive her of that experience.” He said, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Cool. There’s going to be so many celebrities there, oh my god.” I said and dad gave me a weird look.

“You’ve grown up with celebrities, Y/N. Your godfather is Josh Gad, for crying out loud.” Dad said and I shrugged my shoulders.

“Uncle Josh is cool, but the celebrity factor has rubbed off a little for him. There are so many people I haven’t met who are going to be there.” I gasped a little and looked at dad enthusiastically. “I can meet Ben Platt. And Mike Faist. Oh my god.” I said and dad shook his head, rolling his eyes affectionately.

“Let’s not focus on Patti LuPone, or Bette Midler, for example.” Dad muttered, a small smile on his face.

“Dad, you introduced me to Patti LuPone at Broadwaycon last year.” I said and dad’s eyes widened slightly. He shrugged his shoulders apologetically and I laughed.

“Seriously dad, I’m so excited about the Tony’s. Talk about the ultimate father daughter night out.” I said and dad snorted, running a hand through his hair.

“It’ll be perfect, Y/N. Absolutely perfect.”

“Ok. Don’t freak out Y/N.” I muttered to myself in the limo, fiddling with the skirt of my dress. I was wearing a black and gold dress that fit perfectly, but my perfect outer appearance did not reflect my mental situation.

“Y/N, honey, you’ll be fine. It’s just like opening night.” Dad said and I gave him an unimpressed look.

“Except this is being broadcast on live television, and there’s a lot more people.” I said and dad reached out and grabbed my hand.

“Hey. I love you, and you’re my daughter. You were practically raised in the limelight.” Dad said and I nodded, taking in a deep breath.

“Then let’s do this.” I said and dad smiled, kissing the top of my forehead.

“By the way, you look beautiful.” Dad added as we exited the car, looping his arm through mine. I smiled widely, despite the flashes from the cameras hurting my eyes.

“Andrew, can we have a quick interview?” A reporter shouted and dad nodded, walking over towards them.

“Hi!” Dad said enthusiastically, waving at the reporter.

“Hi. How are you this evening?” The interviewer asked and dad responded the way he always does. With over the top enthusiasm.

“And who is this lovely lady?” The interviewer asked, gesturing towards me. Dad’s smile widened, and so did mine.

“This is my daughter, Y/N. She’s my date this evening.” Dad said, beaming down at me.

“And who are you wearing, Y/N?” The interviewer asked and my face screwed up a little.

“I have no idea. It’s from Bloomingdales, so.” I said and dad laughed, as did the interviewer.

“Thanks Y/N. Well, good luck tonight Andrew.” The interviewer said, and we waved at him as we walked away.

“He was nice.” I said and dad chuckled as we made our way into the theatre.

“Hey, I’m gonna go find our seats, and maybe grab us a drink.” Dad said, winking at me. Dad was pretty chill about me drinking, seeing as I’m 19, and he was drinking at 19.

“Awesome. I’m just gonna go meet some of the people.” I said and dad nodded, but there was a nervous look in his eyes. “Call me when you’ve found our seats, and lemme know where it is, ok?” I said and dad nodded, looking considerably less worried.

“Have fun sweetie.” Dad said, kissing the top of my head. I waved goodbye and walked off, taking in a deep breath. There were so many people in the theatre, yet somehow I knew most of them.

“Y/N Rannells, is that you?” I heard a voice say and I turned around to see a familiar face.

“Uncle Christian!” I said, tackling him in a hug.

“Hey Y/N. I didn’t think you’d be here. Where’s your dad?” He said and I shrugged my shoulders.

“He’s finding our seats. Seeing as dad’s out of town, he decided he’d take me as his date. Ultimate father daughter night out.” I said and Christian chuckled, patting my shoulder.

“Fair enough. If you see your dad, tell him I said hi. And good luck.” He said and I nodded, giving him one last hug before walking away. I walked around in wonder, realising how many people would die if they met Christian Borle, let alone Andrew Rannells. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t register the person walking right towards me, and I only noticed them when we collided.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” I heard an incredibly familiar voice say.

“No, it’s fine. Honestly.” I said, looking right into the eyes of Ben Platt.

“I take it you’re not a nominee.” Ben said and I chuckled, shaking my head.

“Unfortunately not. I am, however, the escort of one.” I said and Ben’s eyes widened.

“So whose the lucky guy? Or girl. It doesn’t matter.” Ben said and I smiled, laughing lightly.

“My father, actually.” I said and Ben’s jaw dropped slightly.

“I’ve just realised we haven’t been introduced. Ben Platt.” He said, sticking his hand out. “

"I know.” I said and Ben chuckled to himself.

“If that’s a Dear Evan Hansen reference, consider me impressed.” Ben said as I shook his hand.

“It works as a reference and a statement in its own right. Y/N Rannells.” I said and Ben’s eyes widened to the size of saucers.

“You… your dad is Andrew Rannells? The Andrew Rannells?” Ben asked, gaping at me.

“The one and only. Unless you know another Broadway legend called Andrew Rannells who’s from Nebraska.” I said and Ben laughed, the sound beautiful.

“Unfortunately I do not. Can I just say, I think you look beautiful Y/N.” Ben said and I felt my cheeks heat up.

“Thanks Ben. You don’t look too bad yourself.” I said and Ben waved a hand in my direction.

“You’re going to make me blush.” Ben said and I chuckled, smoothing down my dress. My phone rang and I shot Ben and apologetic look.

“It’s my dad.” I mouthed and Ben nodded, giving me a thumbs up.

“Hey dad. You found our seats?” I said, still glancing over at Ben.

“That’s why I’m calling. We’re in seats 13 A and B. Where are you?” Dad said and I paused, furrowing my eyebrows.

“Um, towards the back of the theatre, near the front of the bar. I ran into Uncle Christian before. He said hello and good luck.” I said and dad chuckled to himself.

“That sounds like Christian. You run into anyone else yet? Anyone on your bucket list?” Dad said and I snorted slightly.

“Dad, a bucket list is a list of things you want to do. I do not have a people bucket list.” I said and dad snorted loudly, most likely drawing the attention of people nearby.

“That’s my girl, but I’m serious. Have you met anyone exciting, aside from Uncle Christian.” Dad said and I looked at Ben, shooting him a smile.

“Ben Platt is currently standing in front of me, very awkwardly may I add.” I said and Ben immediately straightened up, fixing his hair. Dad chuckled softly and I imagined he was smiling.

“Tell him I said hi and good luck. Also, tell him that if Mike Faist beats me for the Tony I won’t be disappointed.” Dad said and I smiled, nodding despite being on the phone.

“Got it. See you soon. Love you.” I said, hanging up my phone.

“Dad says hi and good luck.” I said immediately and Ben chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“Thanks. I should probably go to my seat, but it was wonderful meeting you.” Ben said and I nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“The same goes for you. I hope you win tonight. You deserve it.” I said, walking off to my seat and not noticing the blush that covered his cheeks.

The opening number was incredible, and I was already on the edge of my seat. The first awards were called, and I found myself clapping and cheering loudly, earning a few strange looks from others. “And now, the nominees for best supporting actor in a musical.” The announcer said and I was immediately alert.

The announcer read the names out, and I crossed my fingers. “And the Tony goes to… Andrew Rannells.” The announcer called and I looked over at dad, who was in disbelief.

“You did it dad! You did it!” I whispered eagerly, pulling him into a tight hug. Dad hugged me back quickly and made his way up onto the stage, beaming our at the audience.

“I’d like to thank everyone who has encouraged and supported me over my career. My wonderful partner Michael, who is unfortunately not with me tonight, and my beautiful daughter Y/N, who is here tonight.” Dad said, gesturing to me.

The camera turned and my beaming face was projected on the screens. “I love you dad!” I mouthed, earning a few chuckles from people nearby.

“ I remember only a few weeks after we adopted Y/N, I took her to opening night of The Book of Mormon. Michael wasn’t exactly pleased, but it is one of my greatest memories with her, and may tonight be another one of them. I love you Y/N.” Dad said, and I felt the tears well in my eyes. I let out a loud whoop as he walked off the stage, Tony clutched in his hand and tears in his eyes.

“You deserve that so much.” I said, pulling dad into the tightest hug I could muster once he returned to his seat.

“I’m so glad you’re here with me, Y/N.” Dad said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Congratulations.” I heard a voice say and I turned my head to see Ben Platt standing there.

“Thank you very much Ben. I do wish you the best of luck. I’m sure my daughter desperately wants you to win.” Dad said, winking at me as my cheeks flushed pink.

Ben chuckled awkwardly and I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Dad.” I said sternly, giving him a look of warning.

“She’s quite the Dear Evan Hansen fan, my Y/N/N, and quite a fan of yours, might I add.” Dad continued, shooting Ben a smile. I was fairly certain my cheeks were a crimson red, but that didn’t stop my dad from embarrassing me further. “She wouldn’t stop gushing about how good you were in Dear Evan Hansen. She was actually hoping to meet you tonight, and clearly she got her wish.” Dad said, looking at me with an almost evil smirk on his face.

Ben awkwardly cleared his throat, his cheeks the same colour as mine. “Well, uh, unless she’d like to go to the afterparty with you, I, um, wouldn’t mind her accompanying me to it.” Ben stammered, suddenly looking and sounding very much in character.

“Y/N.” Dad said, raising his eyebrows slightly.

“I’d love to.” I said, smiling brightly at Ben. He returned the smile, and dad suddenly looked very smug.

“Wonderful. Call me when you want to leave the afterparty, sweetie.” Dad said, taking his seat once more.

“I, uh, I’ll meet you after the ceremony.” Ben said, awkwardly shoving his hand in his suit pockets.

“I look forward to it. Quick question, you got a pen?” I said and Ben nodded, a half smile forming on his face. He pulled a sharpie out of his pocket, and he passed it to me. I took it and gently rolled up the sleeve of his suit. I uncapped the sharpie and wrote a series of numbers on his arm. My phone number. “Call me, ok?” I said and Ben’s cheeks flushed, the smile on his face growing wider.

“I’ll make sure to.” Ben said and I took in a deep breath, pressing a kiss to his lips. His lips were soft and warm, and tasted faintly of champagne. I pulled away slowly, Ben’s lips tinted a peachy colour from my lipstick.

“I, uh, um, I’ll see you later.” Ben squeaked out, blushing darkly.

“Ditto.” I muttered, waving him off slowly.

“You’re welcome.” Dad said, making me jump a little.

“Jesus Christ, dad.” I said, pressing a hand to my chest.

“Like I said, you’re welcome. You two never would’ve gone anywhere if you kept dancing around the ‘problem’.” Dad said, putting quotation marks around problem.

“I, uh, um.” I stammered, trying and failing to form a response. Dad chuckled and patted my shoulder, trying to console me.

“It’s all good Y/N/N. You and Ben will be adorable together, I can just see it. He’s pretty easy on the eyes after all.” He said and I scoffed, playfully hitting his shoulder.

“My dad hitting on the guy I’m interested in. This sounds like some messed up soap opera episode.” I said and dad chuckled, nodding his head as the next award was called.

“Our life is nothing normal, Y/N. And that’s a good thing.” He said meaningfully, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “A very good thing indeed.”

Cold Shoulder (Dean x Daughter!Reader)

Character(s): Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 2,384

Request:  Hi!! I absolutely love your blog!! I’m always checking for new stories! But I would like to request one this time! :D Could you do more Baby Girl stuff please? Like Dean says something mean and he didn’t mean it so his daughter gives him the silent treatment or barely talks to him and avoids him for a while but they make up with daddy and daughter fluff please? :)


   “Whatcha got?” Tucking your hair behind your ear, you come up beside your dad as he packs a sawed-off into his duffel.

   “Not much more than what you gave me, but enough to pique some interest.”

   “Crocotta or djinn?”

   “It’s a little messy for a crocotta.”

   “Crocottas can be messy. Depends on the monster. Feeling a djinn vibe?”

   “I don’t get vibes the way you say.”

   “Sure you do. I have to have gotten it from somewhere.”

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“Welcome!” His voice boasted above the roaring of the hall’s occupants. “Please, welcome Ragnar and his band of merry men.” Father grinned and finally sat down again as the hall began in an uproar for the second time. “Ragnar, have you met my daughter, Y/N?” Father drunkenly put his hand on my shoulder and sipped some more at his wine.
“Yes.”  Ragnar said, watching me. “I watched as she shot some arrows in the woods.”
“Is that right?” Father smiled sarcastically at me as I glanced at anything but him. “I thought we had agreed you wouldn’t do that anymore?”
Ragnar cleared his throat and picked at the chicken in his hand. “Man, or woman, they should know how to fight.” He tore at the chicken with teeth and locked eyes with my father.  “Besides, I asked if she could show me what she was capable of.”
Father didn’t say anything as he rose from his seat and quieted the hall once again. Ragnar nodded in my direction as I gulped down my wine and reluctantly followed everyone else’s attention to the drunk buffoon that loved to call himself King. “We,” he started, flailing his arms to the side, “are here today to show gratitude to Norse man and their accomplishes and their new title as our ally!” The hall erupted in cheers from both the north man and our own defences. “To show the immense gratitude that I hold for Ragnar Lothbrok and his men, I have decided to make another alliance with Ragnar Lothbrok.” The hall fell into silence. “My beloved daughter, Princess Y/N,” he placed his hand on my shoulder again and squeezed it, “will be off to the north after her wedding with Ragnar has commenced to show just how strong our alliance is.”
You could have heard a pin drop, just like my stomach when the words left his mouth in a slur. Ragnar smirked to himself as he downed another ale and glanced around to the men in his army. Father made another speech about warfare and how this will do the kingdom good before he sat down and finally ate something to soak up the wine in his stomach.
“Oh, lighten up my daughter. Married before your older sister? I think that’s good.” He slapped his hand down on my back and cheered as the other men in his care also did. “Celebrations will commence in a couple days, yes, Ragnar?”
He simply nodded. “Along with a handful of slaves and treasure to take back to my lands.” Bringing myself to finally look at him, his blue eyes bore into mine as he pushed his chair back and stood. “We must get our boats ready for when we set sail after the ceremony.” He was gone, along with his men within seconds. I stood, hands shaking as I excused myself and wondered off down the hall.

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Classified 6

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Doctor!Reader

Warning: Swearing, Death, Heart Break, Angst, Fluff, violence and hostages//Take Over.

A/N: If you want to be tagged just let me know!! Feedback is always loved.

Rule One of being a doctor, don’t get over attached to your patients.

Well that rules been broken.

Rule Two of being a doctor, don’t date your patients.

But what if he has blue eyes and a killer smile that make your insides throw a dance party when he’s near you??
Rule Three of being a doctor, don’t ever loose focus on doing your job, nothing comes between you and your career.

See comment above… was the smile mentioned? Or that he’s Captain America?

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Some kazuma and Nana headcanons

Because tbh, I am already imagining them as father and daughter.

1. Kazuma carrying Nana on his shoulders

2. Kazuma carrying an asleep smol Nana from the couch to her bed all the while wrapping her in a blanket so that she doesn’t catch a cold.

3. Kazuma tutoring Nana in the sciences and arts. She is good at classical history and philosophy.

4. Kazuma takes Nana to the lower realm to help her get acclimated to the new age

5. They have father-daughteresque lunches and then go visit capypaland with yato and crew. Bishamon gets upset when they fail to include her.

6. Kazuma teaching Nana how to tie her shoelaces

7. Nana telling kazuma to have more faith in himself and be self assured because he is the best (dad).

8. Kazuma singing a lullaby for Nana to sleep

9. Nana doesn’t enjoy being cuddled infront of other people but she seeks affection from both kazuma and bishamon.

10. Kazuma gives everyone the death-glasses glare when the other shinkis try to mob Nana at kamuhakari.

11. Kazuma pleads amaterasu to let Nana’s sins be pardoned and instead to punish him for his betrayal. Nana objects and says that there is no way she will let him (her dad) be punished.

12. When fujisaki tries to liberate kazuma, Nana protects him in a similar way yukine did for yato.

13. Nana teaches kazuma how to be a rebelrouser and kazuma helps Nana in toning down her fierceness.

Well…feel free to add guys!!

Harry Styles - Paparazzi Make Your Daughter Cry Imagine

[Daddy!Harry imagines are my absolute favorite to write. Harry with kids is my secret pleasure, honestly. haha. Enjoy! This is a cute one. :)]

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Daddy’s Girl - 17 (Steve McGarrett/Reader)

Imagine being Steve McGarrett’s daughter and showing up out of the blue in his office…Steve has a hard time adjusting…

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“This…cases like this, where kids get kidnapped…” Steve looked at his team as he put his gear away in the lock up, “is why I am training Y/N.”

“There is no way that Harper new that sending his daughter here was going to get her kidnapped,” Danny looked at him half rolling his eyes, “and I still do not think it is a good idea to push Shortie the way you are…”

“She’s not complaining.” Steve looked at Danny smiling, “And you know what else she’s not complaining about, her brand-new Chevy Sedan.”

“New? Can she afford that?” Chin handed Steve his gun.

“Uh well…we made a deal…and… I love her and want her to be safe…” Steve shrugged a little setting it in the gun case.

“So, you’re a good dad a bought her a car.” Chin smiled at him.

“She saved up $4,000.” Steve smiled, “So it was a good down payment, and she is going to make at least 2 years’ worth of payments to me, while do the training.”

“Two years…harsh.” Danny made a face.

“I have a feeling she’s going to pay me off early, then I’m just stuck paying for it.” They all laughed a little.

“So, I hear Catherine is going to be sticking around more?” Chin put away some ammo.

“Yeah, she is.” Steve smiled a bit, “Took some convincing, but I think it’ll be good for her.”

Chin looked at him, “How’s Y/N, feel about that?”

Steve looked at him, “What do you mean?”

Danny started to laugh walking toward his office as Chin made a face, “Well…you have a 17-year-old daughter and while your relationship is different…how would you feel if Y/N didn’t like Catherine?”

“They like each other…” Steve stared off a little thinking about the times you two have met, which weren’t a whole lot, “I think…”

“Good luck with that bra…” Chin slapped his arm turning to leave.

Steve nodded telling him and Danny goodnight. Suddenly it bothered him how you perceived Catherine. He didn’t realize that he needed to worry until now. Especially since she’d probably be over more.

He walked into his home that night seeing you on the phone on the back porch. He smirked moving into for the ‘kill’ to scare you, but stopped when he heard you talking, “I can’t do that…because I don’t live there any more…mom…”

He frowned listening still, “Mom…I’m not going to ask Steve that…no…because he’s your husband and if he screwed up then he needs to go to the authorities…I’m not being difficult…No you are the reason why I wanted to leave, he just helped…Mom stop and just listen!”

Steve could see that you were visibly getting upset and opened the door coming up behind you taking the phone despite your objections, “Maria…Steve…what’s going on?”

“Steve…I…was just…” Maria sounded like she was backpedaling fast.

“Don’t.” Steve looked at you as a tear fell down your check, “You made my daughter cry…So either tell me what you want…or I’m hanging up the phone.”

“She hasn’t been your daughter long enough for you to talk to me that way.” Steve’s face hardened.

“No, we haven’t been in each other’s lives that long, but I would do anything for her.” Steve looked at you before turning away slightly, “And if that means keeping you and your dirty accountant of a husband away from her…I have no problem figuring out some solutions.”

“Are you threatening me?” Maria sounded worried.

“I don’t know, depends on what you say next.” Steve’s voice lowered as he took a few steps away.

“…Since she’s left we’ve lost an income source…we’re struggling…”

“Money…you’re asking your daughter for money…” Steve licked his lips going into a whisper as he turned further from you, “Listen…I did some digging…do you know what Drew does for a living?”

“I know enough…” Maria responded.

“Then you know that he tried numerous times to use Y/N, to get money? Trying to get her into special studies without your consent…because he was gambling away his client’s money?” Steve continued to whisper. The other end of the line fell silent, “Yeah…that’s what I thought…you realize you are breaking daughter’s heart by choosing an asshole like that?”

“Steve…” Maria sounded regretful.

“Don’t…just don’t…The next time you call her it better be to check in on her…or just don’t call.” Steve told her taking in a deep breath, “Goodbye Maria.”

He licked his lips again taking in a deep breath before turning back to you. You had taken a seat and had your head in your hands. He walked over to you setting the phone on the table, “Hey…”

You moved your hands away to reveal him holding his hand down to you. You took it slowly and he hoisted you up into a tight hug as you cried into his shirt.

He sighed kissing your head as he rubbed your back, “I’m sorry, baby.”

“I thought…” He listened carefully through the muffles, “I thought for once…she’d actually just…talk to me…”

He nodded pulling away looking at you. He sighed wiping your tears away with his thumb, “I don’t know your mom like you do…I knew her for a week…I do know that if you want, I can make sure that she doesn’t call again.”

“I…I don’t know…” You looked down sniffing loudly, “it’s not like…she’s abusive or anything…I just…she’s…”

“It’s okay… don’t make a rash decision.” He rubbed your arms reassuringly, “What do want? What do you need?”

You looked at him thinking for a moment before stepping in hugging him again whispering, “My dad…”

He smiled a little resting his chin on your head, “I’m not going anywhere…”

After a moment, he convinced you to order delivery and pick out a movie. He went and got cleaned up and came down just in time to pay the delivery driver. Then the pair of you ended up on the couch enjoying some father daughter time.

He smiled at you nestled against his shoulder wrapped up in a blanket watching ‘The Expendables’, “You actually like this movie?”1

“Are kidding me?” You looked up at him smirking, “It has all of the action heroes…new and old…teaming up to just be badass…”

He chuckled adjusting the blanket on you, “Not into the chick flicks?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong…I can do the ‘A Walk to Remember’ and ‘Cinderella’…but…” You sighed frowning, “It’s just too complicated with all that…love crap…besides there’s a different love in this movie that I prefer.”

“Oh yeah?” He glanced down at you.

“Yeah… I mean…love doesn’t always have to be romantic…love can be brothers in arms…” You squeezed his arm that you were hugging, “Kinda like you and 5-0…”

“That’s very astute of you.” He leaned his cheek against your head feeling content sitting here with you, “Can I ask you something…since the topic of relationships was mentioned…”

“Sure.” You nodded watching the explosions happen on the screen.

“I know you and Catherine haven’t really gotten to know each other. She’s been real generous giving me space to adjust to being a parent, but…” He looked down to you, “I really like her…and we’ve been through a lot together…and…well she’s gonna be around more…”

“Where’s the question?” You looked to him waiting leaning your chin on his arm. He couldn’t help but smile looking into your eyes. It made him wish he knew you when you were younger.

“I guess…are you okay with that? That she might be around more?” He watched you stare at him silently.

You sighed shrugging a little, “Like you said we don’t really know each other…but…she seems nice. So, as long as she’s nice to you, I guess I’m okay.”

He nodded slowly, “That’s a fair answer. Just talk to me okay…let me know how you feel.”

“I will…” You smiled at him.

“I love you, Shortie.” He smiled as you readjusted getting comfy next to him.

The Littlest Winchester - Circles

Character(s): Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 635


   “Again, Daddy! Do it again!”

   “Again? Aren’t you dizzy?”

   “No!” Bouncing, the four-year-old grabs Dean’s hands. “Again!”

   Dean lifts her up by her arms and starts spinning in circles. The little girl laughs delightedly, her grip tightening. He keeps this up for a few seconds, eventually slowing to a stop and setting her down.

   “Again! Again!” Immediately, she tugs on his arm again.

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Sweet Sixteen - One-shot (Steve’s Daughter)

Originally posted by jkque

Summary: Steve’s daughter, Hazelle/Reader, gets asked out to dance by Tony’s son, and Steve becomes an over protective father while Tony just laughs at the situation. 

Anonymous: Hihi! I have a request! ^~^ if you still take requests anyways. Anyways can you write a fic where Steve’s daughter is having her sweet 16 and Tony’s son asks her for a dance and Steve gets really overprotective while Tony just laughs and takes pics of the two kids. Sorry its just that civil war makes me sad and I really want them to get along after the fight.^~^ could yo name the girl Hazelle and the boy well his name is up to you. Omg I’m so sorry if I’m disturbing you w this. Thank u so much

A/N: So today was my birthday (the day before Halloween, how cool is that?)  and I thought that this request was perfect for the occasion. I didn’t have a sweet sixteen, but don’t feel bad for me. I had a quinceañera, which for those who don’t know is like a sweet sixteen, but instead it is when you are 15 and there is a lot more tradition behind it. 

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Luke Skywalker Headcanon #1

Anonymous asked:” Hi there, can you do a having a daughter with Luke headcanon?

A/N: I’ve never done these before, hope you like it :)

* Luke would be the best father ever.

* Your daughter loves to sit on Luke’s shoulders

* She loves to listen to all the stories Luke tells her

* Playfully lightsaber duels where Luke let her win. He would say: “Ah you got me” before he’d “fall” down to the ground “dead”.

* Your daughter would at first be like “Yeah! I got you!” but then after a while she’d get worried and be like: “I didn’t kill you for real, did i?!”

* Luke would open one of his eyes and smile at her before he’d peppering her face with kisses, causing her to giggle. 

* She telling you how happy she is that you and Luke are her parents

* She wants to do everything Luke does, so when he’s wearing his jedi robe while meditating, she’ll do the same. She takes a big blanked and asks you to put it on her and then she’ll sit cross legged next to him.Which you think is really cute and Luke doesn’t seem to mind that at all.

* She’s a master when it comes to interrupt you and Luke when you’re about to have a special moment together.

*  Both of you think that she’s asleep. So when things are about to get a little bit heated up, the bedroom door opens and there she stands in her pyjama. 

* It turns out that she had a nightmare and wants to sleep between you and Luke

* To have a daughter with Luke would pretty much be the best thing ever

Happy Birthday, Baby Girl

Characters: dad!Dean x reader

Words: 1485

Summary: Dean’s daughter is turning 21, and it brings up lots of memories.

This is just something I wrote for myself, for my birthday today. :) Enjoy, Dean dad fluff!

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misteriprotest-deactivated20160  asked:

Baby headcanon: I think Bucky would be scared of hurting the baby at first and not want to hold it because "I've hurt people before", but Steve would be busy or have to go and save the world and be like take the infant and Bucky's heart just melts.

Oh my god this is actually cute

Bucky stands in front of the crib staring inside, his arms crossed across his chest as he watches the gentle rise and fall of the baby’s chest. It’s late, probably two o’clock in the morning and Steve is packing his things in a duffle bag with the only light in their apartment coming from their bedroom and the small lamp standing on the dresser.

Liberty makes a soft sigh, soft lips parted to allow air through and her small legs twitch in her dreamland bliss. Her hands are curled in fists near her ears, and Bucky wants to so badly feel the warm palm wrap around one of his rough skinned fingers. She’s only a month old, but Bucky is completely ready to give up everything just for her.

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Just a Little Tipsy

Hey Miraculors! Here’s a one-shot that I wrote with @heir-of-rowena-ravenclaw! Hope you enjoy a tipsy Ladybug! 😉 😉 *******

“Happy Birthday, Dad!” Marinette exclaimed as she gave him his gift. “Thank you sweetheart!” he said with a wide smile on his face. It was huge day for the Dupain-Cheng family. It was Tom’s 50th birthday today and Marinette’s extended family had already started to flow into the hall. Huge silver and gold balloons hung in arches over their heads and extravagant white and gold table arrangements set the scene. It was already getting dark and Marinette was thankful that an akuma hadn’t appeared that day.
She took a glass of wine from a passing waiter and took a sip. She wasn’t fond of wine but this particular one had a sweeter taste and she found herself steadily drinking the whole glass. “Careful there, Mari. You don’t want to go around looking like a drunkard,” her mom said as she placed a gentle hand on her daughters shoulder. “I know your father and I let you have little sips of wine as a child but please watch yourself.”
“I’m fine, Mom. Besides, it’s not like I’m doing anything. All the cousins are old enough to entertain themselves and I don’t have to babysit them,” Marinette said with a lazy wave towards a table where all her cousins were seated and chatting amongst each other. Her mom gave her a look and Marinette grinned. “Okay, I’ll go easy on the wine. I promise.” Her mom nodded approvingly, smiling as she walked back to her husband. Marinette smiled and grabbed another glass.
“One more wouldn’t hurt, right?”
* * *
A few hours later the party was in full swing with a DJ and pounding music coming from the speakers. Marinette danced with her relatives, not realizing how much wine she was consuming while dancing. The waiters kept passing through the crowd, allowing her to drop off off the empty glasses and snatch up new ones with ease. Soon, she began to feel dizzy, stumbling over her shoes while sweat dripped down her flustered face. Marinette walked outside as quickly as she could. The cool air was a relief to her hot face and she took deep breaths trying to make the world stop spinning. She hugged her stomach, groaning as her vision went back to normal. “Marinette, you should never do that to yourself, you could get hurt!” Tikki fussed as she flew out of her bag. “I know and I’ll never do it again,” Marinette mumbled as she looked at the night sky. She took out her phone and clumsily messaged her mom to tell her that she was going home because she was exhausted and still had to do homework the next morning.
“Okay, Tikki, lets go home-“ A scream burst through the air and Marinette loudly swore. “Really? An akuma? Now?“ With frustration and wine coursing through her veins she transformed and followed the screams. To her relief, Chat Noir was there already and he was doing pretty well. The akuma appeared to be an old man who was sick of teenagers playing loud music and disturbing his rest. He was using a sound wave gun to shatter glass and other objects around him, causing mayhem but no real injuries. He wasn’t a difficult akuma to beat and within minutes, they had freed the old man without the use of Lucky Charm or Cataclysm. “Pound it!” Chat gleefully said as he thrust out his arm but slowly raised an eyebrow and lowered his arm.
“My Lady…are you okay?” He cautiously asked, puzzled by her behavior.
Ladybug turned around and stumbled but quickly corrected her balance. “Of course! Why wouldn’t I be!?” she yelled giddily. With all of her movement and running, the alcohol was pumping through her system faster now, having the effect of making everything blurry and exaggerated. “Well, you’re yelling for one and you keep stumbling all over the place,” he stated with a smirk. “Well aren’t you a Mr-Know-It-All?!” she shouted as she twirled around with her yoyo, almost falling over several times. “LUCKY CHARM!” she yelled, not realizing that she hadn’t done it correctly. “Ladybug…please let’s go…” Chat began nervously. “Hey Chat!!” Ladybug bellowed as she stumbled towards him and gripped his shoulders. “I think I’m going to tell you my identity!” she loudly whispered in his ear. Panic set in Chat with an intensity and he could see that people had started staring. “Okay, My Lady. Time to get going.” Chat hurriedly said while he wrapped an arm around her and, with his baton, flew through the air and landed on a rooftop where no one could see or hear them.
“MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!” she yelled when Chat let go of her, a continuation of her drunk delusions. Ladybug wobbled towards the edge of the roof and Chat quickly grabbed her. “Okay, let’s sit down now,” he said with worry in his voice. “My Lady, have you been drinking?” he asked putting a hand on her shoulder. “NO! Pfft, me? Ladybug? Defender of Paris? No way!” she said as she hiccupped. Chat couldn’t help but laugh helplessly. Here was the love of his life, drunk and he had to witness it.
Chat Noir wasn’t clueless to drinking. Usually at fashion show after parties, a lot of drinking occurred and he had participated a few times but never got totally smashed. There was that one incident though, when he had stolen some wine from the cellar so he could get drunk. The scene to cause this was when his father had first given him a pen for his birthday. ‘But seriously, a pen?’ He thought rudely. ‘You’re a rich fashion designer and you decide that getting your son a pen will be the perfect present.’ Shaking his head, Chat banished those thoughts to the recesses of his mind.
Ladybug leaned against him. “You know, this is usually the part of the story where the guy takes advantage of the situation,” Ladybug said, trying to be seductive while leaning closer to him. Chat felt his jaw drop and heat creep up his cheeks. “I-I don’t think t-that’s a g-g-good i-idea,” he stammered. “Oh, C’mon, kitty. I’m giving you permission.” Ladybug touched his cheek but Chat shook his head. “My Lady, you aren’t thinking straight and therefore have not given me proper consent. I refuse to do anything of the sort to you.” He sternly said, telling himself as much as he told her. Ladybug sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Okay, well you’re missing out-OW! Everything is spinning,” she groaned pitifully. “I know,” he said rubbing her back.
“All the stars are big glowing lights,” she mumbled. “And people are just tiny little microorganisms.” Chat grinned. At least she had stopped being all flirty. “Chat…I really do want to tell you who I am but…” Chat put a gloved finger on her lips, knowing that this wasn’t the right time or place for that. “Shhh…you just need to sleep.” He murmured. Ladybug nodded and closed her eyes. “I’m scared if other people find out who I am, they would be disappointed, but with you…I don’t have to be scared or worried…because I trust you.” Chat froze, tail kinked up stiffly in the air.
‘Did she really mean all of that?’
‘She’s drunk! You can’t expect everything she says to be true!’’ He told himself, ridiculing the thoughts of believing her. “I mean it, Chat. I really do trust you! Which is why my real name is…” Chat was ready to close his ears so that he wouldn’t hear her name but realized that she had fallen asleep. He sighed and took her in his arms, carefully arranging her to be comfortable. Chat smiled softly as he looked at her sleeping face. He gently tucked away a stray strand of hair that had strewn itself on her cheek.
“Maybe not yet, My Lady.”

People Like Us

I am going to re-write this because I still don’t like how it turned out. ARGH

The looming buildings had quite an eerie and lonely atmosphere as the sun began to set over the rooftops of Hargeon. Fall was in full swing as the night of Halloween started with tacky ghouls and ghosts decorating the streets as children with handcrafted costumes scattered about the town in collection of the yearly due: candy.

Haunting music played from record speakers, mothers comforting the more timid children while fathers promised to fight off any monsters.

If only they had the power.

She watched them all wander past her dark post in the alley, smiling and happy without a care in the world. No wrongs committed on this night, just families enjoying the night of the thirty-first. Men, women, and children together as the night grew darker and the lanterns burned brighter.

Is this what normal was like?

Brown eyes watched a father pluck up his toddler daughter, placing her securely on his shoulders while the mother giggled and cleaned her cheeks. She saw a boy tug at his sister’s hand when she paused with fear at a particularly gruesome statue of a gargoyle. Happy, loving parents smiling as their child returned with an excited face and a bag full of new candy.

Normal must be nice. Normal but be so precious to them. If only they knew that it was so precious to her.

The wind picked up, sending chills through her coat. Blonde hair bold enough to escape her pony tail tickled at her cheeks as she saw one small boy glance over towards her location, blinking when she backed farther away into shadow. A moment more, and his family tugged him along to break his distraction.

The woman knew he would forget about the shadow he had seen at the sight of his haul, knew that he never saw past her eyes to see her secrets.

It was better to stay away and on the move.

With one last longing glance towards a mustached man and his long haired wife cradling a tiny girl in a frilly pink dress, the woman vanished into the alley way, never noticed by those she deemed ‘normal’.

She walked a lonely road, one that became far familiar in her years of solitude. A fitting fate for a monster, a creature, a thing. She required nothing for she was nothing.

Lucy Heartfilia, once a pampered heiress of the Heartfilia fortune, now a hidden stain in the genetics of humanity. A mutant is what she was, what scientists described her kind as. Her kind was never meant to be created equal to that of normal humans. That is what the public of Fiore decreed.

All mutants that were unregistered were to be arrested on sight, and detained until drafted into the Rune Knight Army to serve the king that saw them as creatures.

Lucy never wanted to fight. Fighting solved nothing and it was her own species that was deeming her an enemy, a tool to use and abuse.

No, she never wanted a fight.

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Request - Deputy Jordan Parrish “Those green eyes.”

“And this is my daughter (Y/N).” Your father had his arm around your shoulder and pulled you a little bit forward.
“Welcome to Beacon Hills.” Sheriff Stilinski held out his hand and you shook it gently.
“Nice to meet you.” You smiled and the Sheriff smiled back.
“I hope you don’t mind, but your father and I have work to do.” He nodded towards your father and you nodded back.
“I know, that’s okay.” You smiled again. Your father had been working for the FBI as long as you could remember. He was moving from city to city and once in a while you visited him.
“My deputy will keep you company and will show you around a bit.” The Sheriff pointed towards a young boy, bent over his desk. “Parrish?” The boy looked up and your heart skipped a beat when his green eyes rested on you. “Could you just show her around please?” The Sheriff pointed at you and the young deputy stood up and walked towards you.
“Of course, I’m deputy Parrish.” He held out his hand and you shook it, hoping that he wouldn’t notice that your hands were sweating a little bit.
“I’m (Y/N)” Your voice was trembling a little bit and a lot softer than usual, but no-one seemed to notice.
“This town isn’t that big, but I’m sure we can find something that interests you.” The deputy smiled and you took a deep breath. Pretty eyes, a beautiful smile and it turned out he was a gentleman.
“Every city has it’s story, right?” You swallowed and saw how the deputy exchanged a look with his boss.
“Yes, but let’s just stay away from the mountain lions.” He smiled again and you nodded, not really knowing what to say anymore. You had seen cute boys before, you had seen deputies before, but you had never met a cute deputy that made you feel like this.
“I may have heard something about that…” You whispered and the deputy grabbed the keys of his car.
“I’m sure we’ll find something interesting and safe.” He winked at you and you started to blush. “Let’s go, shall we?” He cocked his head and you nodded, walking with him towards one of the police cars that was parked in front of the station.
“So, mountainlions.” You tried to break the silence, while deputy Parrish started the car and drove away.
“We had more attacks than usual in the last couple of years. They only happen in the woods though, so if we stay away from there, we’ll be fine.” He turned his head towards you for a short moment and you smiled at him.
“I’m okay with staying out of the woods.” You paused for a moment. You were with a cute deputy in a car in Beacon Hills.
“Maybe….” You stuttered for a moment. “Maybe we could start with finding something to eat?” You tried to hide your real intentions behind this. “I’m starving and I’m sure Beacon Hills has a restaurant, right?” Your eyes widened and the deputy nodded.
“Of course.” He smiled at you. “I’ll take you to my favourite restaurant in town.”