#†. FATHER

[marveldcfandom]

Y/N asking Jey & Rhea on how they met.

Y/N: Dad, how did you & mom met?

Jey: She almost cost me the Raw tag team championship and it was love at first sight.

Rhea: I didn’t know it was love at first sight. But I’m happy I made the right decision.

Jey: Yeet!

Rhea smirks and does the yeet chance as well as Y/N.

[yarri0]

“I love you”

Bat!daughter oneshot

Bat!daughter Reader struggles to sleep due to nightmares and sometimes needs her dad to help her calm down. (This is based off of the song father daughter by Paul Simon and I suggest listening to it for a better understanding)

Warning: angsty (ends nice though), violence, trauma, death.

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The laughter chasing you only got louder, and fear had taken control over your entire body as you ran for what was probably your life.

“Little bat…come out come out….”

The horrifying and familiar laugh of the joker bounced off the concrete walls that surrounded you as you ran into what seems like a never ending tunnel of darkness.

The laughs only getting louder every time you stumbled or tripped as if the green haired man was already right behind you.

Your body felt broken and bruise with every step you took, you gasped for air in between steps, your lungs screaming at you to just give up, but you wouldn’t not when that lunatic was what seemed like a few paces behind you.

You kept running for what felt like hours and eventually everything went quiet and the only noise was your gasping breaths and footsteps. Suddenly your footing failed you and in the darkness you felt yourself fall and expect to slam into the concrete. However your fall was broke.

“W-what was that” you questioned out loud confused as to what had saved you.

You felt your breath hitch and tears begin to fall as you looked at the horrific sight before you “D-dad?”.

There underneath you lay the body of your father his batman costume bloodied and ripped. His cowl has been discarded and his face showed bruises and blood, but worst of all his mouth looked like it had been split up the sides like a tormented and grotesque smile.

“No no no no, this wasn’t suppose to happen” you screamed out in horror looking at his mangled body, his normally blue eyes now a dark and pale gray stared back at you without any emotion.

“Dad P-please get up” you cry out

“Oh but bat brat he can’t” your whole body tenses and shivers as you turn around to face the cackling lunatic responsible for the sight before you.

You start examining him and see the glint of a hammer in one hand and the clinks of what could only be nails in the other.

Your eyes widen as you realize what is about to happen.

“NO PLEASE NOT AGAIN!”

The joker only laughs and takes a menacing step forward making you take on backwards .

“But didn’t we have so much fun together the first time.” He grins taking another step forward.

Realizing the situation you take a wider step backwards only to realize your mistake as you trip over your father’s corpse and land on the hard concrete hitting your head. You look up eyes glazed as the pale white face of the joker looks down at you with craze eyes.

“Oh i’m going to enjoy every second of this”The joker leans down bringing on nail to my forearm before i can move and swings the hammer!

You shoot up letting out a strangled scream as you thrash around fighting off your attacker. It takes you a brief moment to realize you are no longer in that dark never ending hallway but in your bed hidden under silk sheets.You gasp for air as you feel yourself try to make sense of what just happened.

Nightmares were not uncommon for you especially following the joker incident you had been subjected to a few months prior. Tears still spilling down your cheeks, you glance at your arm, the noticeable swells of red circular scars felt warm as if the nightmare had reawakened the pain in them.

You still gasp and sob quietly trying to find air that will soothe your burning lungs, when the door opens and light spills into your room. You look up and you see the tall figure of a dark hair man and a pair of crystal blue eyes staring at you with so much concern you almost cry even harder.

“Y/N…” he pauses assessing the situation before stepping into the room fully and walking towards you.

You bring your knees to your chest and tuck your head between trying to hide your face embarrassed that he had to come check on you.

“Go a-away dad” you stutter out muffled by your tears and knees.

“You know I won’t do that Y/N” you feel him sit down on the bed and reach out a hand that touches your hand ever so softly that it feels like a small brush of grass. “I am your father and you know I will never leave you alone in your moments of grief or fear.” He says softly. This causes you to let out a small sob into your knees as the weight of his words hit you your walls crash down and you feel it all spill out.

“He had me again but this time you weren’t there to save me and he had murdered you…and then he took the nails and-“

“Y/N it wasn’t real, none of it was. Look i’m still here and you’re safe with me. He wont ever kill me and he sure as hell will never lay a finger on you agai-hmph”

You cut him off as you basically leap into him, hugging him like if you let go he would disappear or turn into dust. You feel him tense for a second before he wraps two strong protective arms around you holding you tight as you sob into his shoulder.

You don’t know how long you sat there clingy to your dad, but he didn’t let go. He just held you and allowed you to let everything out onto his shoulder. He would occasionally whisper comforting sayings in your ear and made sure you breathed in and out with solid controlled breaths.

“Dad?” You questioned breaking the silence.

“Yes?”

“You’re never gonna leave or stop loving me right even when I’m difficult to take care of?”

He took didn’t even take a moment before responding.

“There could never be a father who loved his daughter more than I love you, Y/N”

You soon felt the tiredness of the night take over your body as you drift away into a comforting sleep. Bruce makes sure to lay you comfortably against your pillow before covering you in your blanket.

“I love you Y/N” he whispers brushing your hair out of your content and calmed face before making his way out of your room.

[morallyrainyday]

happy father's day to palestinian fathers. happy father's to palestinian grandfathers. happy father's day to palestinian fathers who have lost children. happy father's day to palestinians who have lost their fathers. happy father's day to palestinian fathers older than israel itself. happy fathers day to palestinian fathers forgotten by the media. happy fathers day to fathers living in the gaza strip and west bank, and to fathers that have escaped palestine.

happy father's day to all palestinian fathers. you are not weak or any less of a man for struggling or showing emotion. you are some of the bravest men out there. 🇵🇸✊❤

[writersdrug]

PLEASE

Price falling asleep in a chair at the store while you pick out a dress for a bridal shower. He looks stiff and uncomfortable, but he's sawing logs peacefully (well, peaceful for him, anyways), holding a bag with the shoes you just bought, squeezing it tight to his chest like a pillow. Wakes up with a snort when you find him and gently shake his shoulder: "Good grief, John, I thought they were doing construction over here."

[theartlockerlocked]

[incognitopolls]

If your father has passed away, answer based on how your relationship was while he was alive.

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[tutunare]

Arlecchino comic I posted on Twitter, decided to post it here only when it was complete. Enjoy. I sobbed while making this.

I want family [sobbing]

[dorrance30]

The Holy Spirit.

[k4rpuz]

[dionysian-mystery]

How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?

Visions of Excess by Georges Bataille / An Oresteia by Anne Carson / Art by Scott Donaldson (@/underwaterlad on ig) / Art by Anthony Cudahy / YOUR FATHER MY FATHER by Mal Fawzy / Quote from Ash by Tracy K. Smith / Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk / Dearth by Deborah Stevenson / Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My mom was trying to send my dad and I a list of things we had to do before guests arrived, but she was driving and autocorrect made all her words incomprehensible. The very last item on the list just said “piss 😎” and I woke myself up before I could respond.

[sleepydumplingprincess]

It’s kinda sad to think they had to have a baby that young, but this art is adorable

Art by TeaTheKook on twitter

[ozgurkedi]

[drunk-werewolf]

I've heard of many lies. But your "I love you" will always be my favorite

[haikyu-mp4]

Welcomed mess

Your daughter's bedtime routine with dad Sakusa, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @act-nat-ural. word count; 344 – f!reader

Sakusa’s nose scrunched as he scrubbed away at his toddler while also trying to make her stay seated in the tub. The girl giggled wildly, and after trying to make her sit still and not splash him for too long, he finally sighed and sat back, looking his daughter in the eyes and lifting an eyebrow. “I thought we were a team.”

“Mama,” the girl cooed, making grabby hands at him.

A small smile crept its way between the frown lines and settled on his mouth. “Your mom’s out with her friends tonight, Gremlin.” He leaned back over the tub, carefully lifting her arms one at a time to scrub under them while she babbled.

The smile got stuck as he looked at the tiny mixture of him and you with adoration.

“Yeah, I miss her too,” he answered her as if what she said had any coherence. “But it’s just us tonight and I’m just as capable of getting you to bed without making a mess.”

He was not as confident 15 minutes later, after drying her off and getting to brushing her teeth, only to watch as she spit out any toothpaste and clapped her hands at the white art on his t-shirt.

“You’re a true artist.” Maybe he should have done the bath last.

Eventually, tiny Sakusa was dressed in pyjamas and lay in her bed, which resembled something Goldilocks would deem a little too small.

Her dad sat on a little stool beside her, stroking her cheek with heart eyes as hers started to fall closed. When you first got pregnant, Kiyoomi wasn’t sure if he was ready, but nothing could have prepared him for the protective love he felt when he finally met his daughter. Despite wanting to keep everything clean for most of his life, she was a welcomed mess (but if anyone asked, she got that from you).

“I love you so much,” he whispered before finally getting up, throwing one last look over his shoulder to check the baby monitor was on before leaving the room.

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for the requester: thank you for another great request!! sorry it's a little short this time<3