“I wasn’t hiding. I just needed time to figure out how to talk to you. I don’t know if your memory is well but you were very rude last we spoke. I didn’t want that again.” “Ohhhh yeahhh. I might recall something like that happening.” “Excuse you, might? Something?” “Ok. I was sort of a dick. There.” “Sort of?!” “Don’t push it. You’re no fucking angel, alright.” “S-Sorry.” “You’re a hypocrite, you know that?” “Maybe.” “But you look good. The color suits you.”
Can I just request a daddy!dean with a teen!daughter reader. Nothing too specific. But can you toss in a little father/ daughter bonding mixed with angst mixed with family fluff and hell why not through some Uncle Sam and uncle cass in their too.other than that you have full range
It started a little something like this:
Your father was off in the alcohol getting the beer he would definitely not be letting you sample. Never. Your uncle was in the produce section gathering what you and your dad affectionately call ‘rabbit food’. You were twirling your hair and deciding which bakery item would magically find its way into the cart and through the checkout. He was a boy your age who was lingering too long by the cakes and none too shyly glancing your way. When you met his gaze, he grinned in the self-assured way of a boy used to getting a certain reaction from girls. In reply, you cocked a curious eyebrow and sidled over to a different table. Game on. Would he follow you?
He would. He sauntered over in his name brand jeans and Hollister shirt intent on getting your attention again. Barely giving him a look, you pretended to read the ingredients on a box of muffins.
Happy New Years. Feliz Año Nuevo. Thanks to all of my followers. You r the best! I have the best followers. Sorry if I don’t reply to your questions or submissions fast enough. I’ll try more this year.