#I'm not a parent so maybe I'm the one clueless about how to act when you have a child

[miss0atae]

Did she understand they are together or is she really clueless?!

I also don't understand these parents who pretends they are doing the right thing for their child, but instead they are stifling them. It's not normal to expect perfection from your child. No ones is perfect and even if you're on the spotlight, you should only care about the well-being of your child. The world is already harsh enough. Even with best intentions, your child is going to get hurt, so wouldn't it be better if you're not also the one who hurts him?

I'm also mad when the mother is the "caring" parent, but they let her stay silent when the father is belittling their child and hurting him. Being silent is bad.

[andillneverbethesame]

hi! my first req so i apologise if it's incredibly awkward >.< saw you were looking for ts x hp requests and i would love to see 'mine' with james, if possible? tysm!! <3

𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆.

❥ pairings; james potter x fem!reader

❥ summary; after a failed marriage of your parents, your views on love are pessimistic. however, a certain handsome waiter makes you believe in it again.

❥ warnings; muggle au

❥ a/n; this is so bad n short but i have a writer's block so i'm sorry yall :(

"and what can i get you?" the waiter turned to you and gave you a smile he didn't give your friend.

you weren't stupid. you knew this boy— james — was flirting with you. you knew this since the very first time you walked into this café and he was there. but you had to act clueless. you didn't want to give him a chance just to get your heart shattered.

"cappuccino would be good," you said with a small smile. it was the kind of smile that shouldn't get his hopes high.

he nodded and winked at you. "i'll be right back."

your friend dorcas elbowed you harshly in the ribs and you let out a groan of pain.

"what was that for?"

she placed her hands on your shoulders and started shaking with you.

"wake up! that bloke's totally into you!"

you slapped her hands away. "well, i know that!he's not being really secretive about it."

"then why aren't you flirting back? he's really handsome, i'd totally go for him if he was a girl."

you rolled your eyes. "he probably just wants to get into my pants anyway."

"he's been flirting with you for weeks! if he really only wanted to sleep with you, it would already happen."

you didn't respond to that because james was back with your order.

you looked up and thanked him and he gave you that smile again, not even bothering to glance at dorcas before walking away.

when he was gone and dorcas started talking about her new job, you noticed a piece of paper on the small plate under your cup.

you furrowed your eyebrows and read it.

call me;

his number was scribbled bellow.

mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine

when you got home that day, you placed the piece of paper on your bedside table and stared at it. you wondered all afternoon and evening if you should call him and give him a chance or not.

as you were lying in bed, trying to fall asleep with that handsome waiter in your mind, you thought about it all.

you hated to admit it but your heart did in fact skip a beat when he smiled or winked at you and you really wanted to see that more often and not only in the café.

before you knew what you were doing, you propped on one of your elbows and reached for the piece of paper and your phone.

you dialed it, your heart beating fast and your palms getting sweaty.

it was only after one ring you heard his voice.

"hello?"

you opened your mouth but no sound was coming for about a second before you managed to stutter, "h-hi..."

he must have recognised your voice because the next thing he said was, "thank god, i was already thinking i made a complete fool out of myself!"

you let out a small laugh. "no, not at all. i'm sorry i'm calling this late but i had a lot of things to...consider."

you imagined him nod even though you couldn't see it.

"no, that's completely alright. i'm very glad you called. . ." when you didn't say anything, he continued, "this is the part where you say your name."

your eyes widen. "oh, right! sorry. my name's y/n."

"y/n," he repeated. "pretty name for a pretty girl."

it was cliche and you knew it but it made you blush anyway.

"i was wondering if you wanted to. . maybe grab a coffee or go to the cinema or something."

you smiled. "i'd like anything."

"okay! it's a surprise then. how about i pick you up tomorrow at four?"

you quickly thought if you have any plans for tomorrow at four but you knew if there were any, you'd cancel them.

"yes, sounds great. i'll text you the adress."

"awesome!" even though you couldn't see him, you swore you heard a smile in his voice. "all settled then. see you tomorrow, y/n."

"see you, james. goodnight!"

"goodnight."

mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine

the next day at four, just as he promised, james's car was outside your flat building.

you practically ran out of the door and soon regretted to giving into dorcas pleads to wear dress when it was almost autumn already but you didn't want to go back to change now that james saw you.

he got out of his car and like a true gentleman he opened the door for you.

"hi!" he beamed when you reached him. "you look beautiful."

blood rushed into your cheeks. "thank you. you don't look bad yourself."

to say james was good looking would be an incorrent statement. he was so goddamn beautiful with his black curls in his eyes and you didn't regret anything.

you got into the passenger's seat and james got into his driver's one.

"ready to go?"

you nodded.

mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine

the whole way to wherever james was taking you, you both spend it by saying the most basic things about yourselves. you found out he's a college student and he plays rugby and that he'd like to be a professional rugby player in the future and at that moment you decided you were going to watch his nearest game to surprise him.

you yourself talked quite a lot during the care ride which was unusual because you only talked a lot with people close to you.

you arrived at a lake you haven't been at before. it was surrounded by forest and grass. as you were looking around, james pulled out a blanket and a picnic basket out of the car. when you turned back to him, the blanket was laid on the grass by the water and james finished pulling out all the food he brought. you suddenly realised that he must have remembered everything you ever ordered because that's what was lying on the blanket; all your favorite donuts, croissants, ice creams...

"wow," you gasped quietly.

you started to believe for the first time.

mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine

"can you believe it?" you said, looking up at james from your place on his chest.

you two were lying on his couch in his flat just minutes after your first fight. it was a silly one, you knew it but you still were surprised it didn't end up with you slamming the entrance door of his flat.

he chuckled. "i do." he pressed his lips to the topof your head and intertwined his fingers with yours. "we'll never make your parents mistakes."

that was the most comforting sentence anyone could ever say to you and you thought, i can see it now.

mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine

flash forward and you and james were taking on the world together. you two went so far that you started sort of living together (you spent most of your time at his place and you couldn't remember the last time you were at yours).

your relationship with james was sky-high. you told him everything and you started to think he may already know you better than you knew yourself. it was scary at first but you soon realised it could be the best thing you had ever done.

however, even the best things come to end.

or so you thought.

you still remembered it. 2:30am, screaming at james because of something stupid but he didn't even raise his voice at you. he was completely calm and that was maybe what made you so angry.

you ran out crying out into the streets and the realization hit you harder than ever. James was trying to talk things out and all you did was shout and then ran out without giving him a chance.

you could feel an ache in your heart that you knew so very well.

was he going to leave me now?

your hands began to shake, the rain mixing with your tears as you began thinking of the worst scenarios ever; a future without james.

but that's when you saw him; he was running towards you with his hair wet and his shirt glued to his body.

he stopped in front of you, breathing heavily. he brought his hand to your face and you didn't flinch. you knew you didn't have to. he got some of your hair out of your face and looked straight into your eyes. he knew what you were thinking. he always did.

"i'll never leave you alone."

[shitty-short-stories-anonymous]

Here’s another older one

I wrote this about a year ago

Title: In The Circus

🎪

I will never understand some things about these other people. Why they like carnivals and circuses, why the sound of supposedly cheery music doesn’t disturb them, why they find clowns funny. Don’t they see the same thing as me? Don’t they hear the off-pitch notes that give the music an entirely new meaning? Don’t they see what the people in those costumes are doing behind the curtain? Don't they see the dark crimson leaking out from behind? I suppose they find it funny, seeing someone in such agony. Or maybe they don’t see it. Maybe they are so blinded by the bright colours and flashing lights that they don’t see the dark seeping through it, the music so loud in their ears that it defends the screams. Maybe they're just oblivious, choosing not to acknowledge it for the sake of their entertainment.

I've seen that as long as I act clueless, the people, no, the things in the makeup and costumes never seem to bat an eye. I've noticed that they only go for the ones that don’t seem happy, whether that be small children crying or adults that only came for the sake of their kids, whoever isn't smiling and laughing as always who’s next? The people around them never seem to notice when they’re taken, their eyes are always trained on the stage. Children don’t miss their family members, parents don’t notice their own child has gone missing, friends don’t know the name of who was once the closest to them. Am I the only one who sees such horror? Am I the only one who remembers the victims?

I never know how I get to the brightly lit tent, I always just seem to appear here. When I leave, I'm back in bed, and no time has passed. Every time without fail, like some kind of twisted dream. It happens on the 13th of every month, for 8 months now. 8 times I've been in that wretched place. After the 4th I started keeping a pocket watch on me to track how long the “performances” are. Whatever I have in my pockets always stays with me, unless it’s some kind of electronic or communication device. From the time the music starts to when the lights go out, it is always 3 hours and 7 minutes on the dot. Never more, never less. But when I wake there is never any evidence that I’ve been gone, even the watch says the time I had fallen asleep.

I don’t know what that place is. Every time I ask someone they always say “The circus” and don’t elaborate. I feel the need to play along with it, like if I say anything wrong then something will happen to me. They’ll take me. So every month on the 13th, the moment I fall asleep, I always show up in that terrible place. I’m the only one who can see what they’re really doing, what's really going on here. I don’t think I can ever escape this endless mental torture. Google says nothing and I’ll probably be thrown in some mental facility if I were to mention it to anyone I know. So forever, it’s only me… who can see…

What’s in the circus…

Word count: 543

Okay, after this I’m going to start posting actual recent stuff

I just felt the need to share a few of the older ones

This one honestly isn’t that good I’m my opinion, but neither is the rest of my writing

[bylertruther]

random thought, but i feel like putting all of the blame on karen for the fact tht mike doesn't open up to her is a little ...................... (insert vague hand motion here bc i can't think of a fitting, not-childish eloquent word) ????

yes she's the parent and yes she does have to make the effort to create an environment where he feels welcome to share and talk to her, but karen cannot force mike to open up. mike doesn't respond well to his parents being overbearing and honestly he doesn't react well to ANYONE coming at him head-on no matter how close they are to him.

mike needs to come to people on his own terms when he's ready and collected himself. and karen knows that! she literally says that to ted when ted offers to go talk to him in s1 because they know will's death and disappearance is hard on him. and no i don't think they should've taken away his toys aka doled out a punishment when mike wasn't cooperating in s2, because that's simply Not how you handle such a situation, but they did it because they thought well if us being "soft" isn't working then maybe us putting our foot down will get through to him. it's not like they did it bc they thought to themselves "lmao fuck that guy 🖕".

and even though mike doesn't seek support through verbal means like nancy does, he does seek comfort from her through physical affection! and karen does give it to him! whenever he feels like he's lost will, he goes to her and breaks down in her arms and she drops everything to go hold him.

the point is that when mike does go to her, she's there. they all care about and love each other in that family, including ted. karen and ted are not plot-involved parents like joyce and hopper are, and we're not going to get a deep dive into any of the other families unless it's relevant to the plot. ... as we've literally already seen before?

and ted is the way he is because he's written as the kind of father that spends all day at work to provide for his family and gets home and just wants to watch tv and eat dinner and go to sleep and repeat that ad nauseam for the rest of his life bc tht's just what you do and you only have so much energy (smth smth silly little play). i'm not saying he's father of the year and no one should ever comment on his involvement with his kids, but... that's just his role to play in this story.

he's clueless abt the crazy shit that goes down in hawkins the same way that everyone else is clueless abt it but that doesn't make him a bad guy lol. there's purposeful juxtaposition of him chillin' watching the news cover everything up while joyce and hopper and the kids are out there losing their minds almost dying fighting monsters saving the world etc etc. it's supposed to be comical. he lives here and he has no idea what's really happening, unlike us and the central characters of the show.

not every family has to look or act like the byers or sinclair family to be Good. you can try your best to get someone to talk to you, but they're not going to do it if they don't want to. mike is a hothead that doesn't often share or even totally understand what he's feeling, and if he does, he rarely opens up all the way. he still keeps certain things to himself and only reveals just enough to achieve his goals. it's mainly when he's apologizing over something big that he manages to be open, and that isn't even something that happens often or outside of a situation that necessitates it.

and the whole "not knowing exactly where your kids are, but knowing they're with their friends somewhere and that they'll be home later tonight" isn't a sign of abuse or that they don't care. that's what life was like before the technology that we have now, and that level of freedom was the POINT. it's a big part of WHY the duffers chose the eighties. such a story wouldn't work with our current technology. that isn't even an experience exclusive to those that are 30+ or whatever. i'm in my twenties and i remember my childhood being like that.

like. i don't think it's as black and white of an issue as some people suggest. the wheelers haven't been perfect parents, but they're not malicious and they do love their children, even if they clearly don't always understand them. saying that karen and ted don't care about or love their children and that they're on the same level of neglect as lonnie is just... i mean. what?

[jsab-crisis]

It’s been mentioned in several posts that Square had a girlfriend at one point, but he doesn’t seem to have one during the time of the comic. What happened to her?

"I have a hard time convincing myself if she was actually my girlfriend or not. I mean, she said she liked me and I liked her back, thought that was the automatic stamp for a relationship but I was young and naive back then and I'm pretty sure she was too."

"We talked about life and what we wanna do when we grow up... she said she had no idea what she wants to do in life and I said the same thing, pretty sure we bonded on how much we're expected to do so much while we're still trying to figure things out."

"She didn't have any ill intentions like the guys who'd force me to do petty crimes or they'll gut me. No, she was just like me- in a way. Clueless of what to do and honestly... it was comforting, knowing I wasn't the only one who had zero thought in life."

"I think I tried to love her or act like a good boyfriend, we only hang out whenever we see each other at school cause she had strict parents. So our dates are usually at lunch or after classes."

"She... liked me too, I think, she tried to be there for me but it felt like we were just clinging onto each other for our problems. I don't think I've gotten to know her to a personal level involving her passions or dreams, just listening to her problems while she bonds with mine."

"I think we stopped seeing each other once graduation was near and... she got me flowers. I should have been the one to do that but she got me flowers first. It made me realize I rarely gave her any gifts like chocolates or teddy bears, either cause I'm always robbed or maybe it never occurred to me what boyfriends usually do in relationships."

"She said something along the lines of 'I would have liked running away with you'. She hated where she was going and I knew she hated what was happening, she was... she had no choice but to let everything happen."

"...I think that's why I find myself tearing up for her. She was like me in a sense, I could relate to her pain in a way that I felt like I was still by myself with my own thoughts- just a different pretty face. Maybe I didn't love her and maybe she didn't love me... maybe we were just two lonely people trying to find comfort in the worst people."

"We were just two young kids in the worst of things and trying to cope by bouncing our problems off of each other because we don't know how to comfort one another. And when she left, it felt like nothing changed. I was still me, the worst kind of me, and even after all of that; It's still me."

"Maybe if I did love her- just try to love her more, maybe she would have been happy. She would have felt what it was like to be loved and maybe she wouldn't have gone away like that. Maybe she would have smiled or laughed or anything."

"But I couldn't... I didn't know how to do that at the time."

"I think it's too late already. I'm not sure how she's doing but I hope she found happiness somewhere."

[sesshy380]

Bit of a long post inc (and I am most likely overthinking because anxiety tends to make me question if I went about it in the correct manner)

Below the cut because of length. TW: Son questioning sexual/romantic identity

Picked up the oldest from work earlier, which means time we can talk without interruption from others. My boys and I are very open about things, and they know they can come to me with whatever is on their mind. Son is acting a little quiet, so I asked him if there was something he wanted to get off his chest.

Son: Mom, you know (partner) is genderfluid, and I really like them a lot regardless which gender they choose. (note: partner is afab)

Me: Yeah

Son: I'm starting to wonder if I'm pan.

Me: Okay. Do you feel comfortable with that label?

Son: I don't know. I'm just confused. Like, I know I find femboys cute, and that confuses me too. But I don't think those things about people that are obviously boys. Though I did find (transmasc friend) cute for awhile.

Me: Do you feel attraction on a sexual level, meaning you look at the person and want sex, or is it on a romantic level where you just enjoy being in their presence and want cuddles and stuff?

Son: Mostly the cuddles and stuff. If it leads to sex, then it does, but the idea kinda scares me.

Me: Why does it scare you?

Son: I don't know. It just does.

Me: Okay. New question. Do you feel it's important to have a label?

Son: *thinks for a long moment* Yes and no? Like, I want to have something to identify as, even if I don't share it with everyone. Just something so I can understand myself better. Kinda like you with you being ace.

Me: And that's fine. I only ask because sometimes you realize the label isn't as important as you thought.

*song we both like comes on and topic changes*

There's no 'one-size-fits-all' guidebook to parenting, and I try my damnedest to be open-minded and encouraging and I try to offer some sort of guidance...but it's fucking hard when I am just as fucking clueless as they are. I'm nearly 40 and still fumbling around trying to figure out things myself.

Like I said at the beginning, anxiety probably has me overthinking, but I am stuck wondering if I there was a different question I could have asked to help him figure things out, or if maybe I should have worded things differently?

All I have to go based off of is the millions of articles I've read online while trying to figure out my own identity, because I was so sick of feeling 'broken' and 'wrong'. I don't want him to think those things about himself. I don't want him to feel like he's dying inside because he's not 'right'.

idk at the moment. It was kinda out of the blue so I wasn't prepared on how to answer. Would love some input from those who have been in his place. Is there something that either your parent's did, or maybe you wish they'd done, when you came out? Was there a better way for me to discuss this topic with him? I'm certain it will come up again, and I'd like to be able to offer him any advice that I can. I don't want to have to rely on him searching through dozens of articles on Google and not find the direct answer he's searching for (because fuck, it is maddening to find a dozen 'medical/mental health standpoint' articles and feeling even worse).

[toast-tales]

50 for Sam and Cyrus because I'm gonna make you think. 😁 1 and 8 for Maria, 7 and 8 for Ryan

Oh boy this is going to be a long one. Oh my gosh but thank you for asking about the side characters, this is why you're Big Brain lmao (I'll use a read more to spare everyone's dashes lol). Also mild spoilers, I guess, if you're not caught up on the story, just because of the nature of some of these characters.

What is your favorite thing about them?

For Sam: I love their aesthetic, to be honest. That, and their confident cluelessness. I'm not sure what to call it...let's call it Dumbass Energy. The way they just go for it despite not really understanding what's going on. I love them.

For Cyrus: Why do you hate me I think my favorite thing about Cyrus is the bitch's audacity the fact that he can be simultaneously cunning and clueless. Like, he's a savvy businessman, and he knows what he's doing when it comes to dealing. But he also hasn't upgraded his security cameras since the '90s because, you know, "if it ain't broke don't fix it." And despite his ability to corner Christopher and Nathan, he didn't even stop to consider a human would be the one to pull their stunt off. It's an odd mix to write but it makes him a...well, I wouldn't say "fun" character to write, but maybe "interesting."

Do they have any crafting hobbies?

Maria: It's a strange question to answer for Maria because she really hasn't been outside of the Black Dragon since she got to this world. I don't know if this counts as a "crafting" hobby, but she used to be really into baking, and wanted to get into amateur winemaking as well. Screw it, I'll give whoever's reading this a bit of a sneak peek as a treat: she used to be a chemist, so her hobbies kind of lined up with that. Once she figures out Christopher is into cooking as well, oh boy.

Do they collect anything?

Maria: Again, hard to answer for the same reason as above. But I think, given the chance, she'd end up collecting pins of places she's been to before. She would want to get out into the world and see as much as she could, and having a way to remember that by would be meaningful for her. It would be like a physical reminder of how much distance she's put between her and her (slightly traumatic) past.

Ryan: He likes music - I think it would end up being something that would act as a sort of comfort mechanism for his (also slightly traumatic) past. With that in mind, I think (given the opportunity), he'd like to collect CDs, or records, or whatever physical medium was available of his favorite artists.

Do they have any unusual fears?

Ryan: Besides the kind of fears that come part and parcel with humans in his situation, Ryan would be scared of water - specifically, the kind of large bodies of water that he could drown in. He's not a strong swimmer - he had some health issues as a kid that made his parents a bit...overprotective, and as a result he never learned how to swim properly. While he wouldn't understand where the fear comes from now (thanks to his lost memories), he'd still be quite nervous about anything involving swimming. Plus, now all the lakes, rivers, oceans, etc. are a million times bigger and more dangerous for him, so I guess his fear is somewhat founded now.

[momoffourwilds]

One Income

No-one prepared me for motherhood, let alone being an adult or marriage. I still feel clueless and lost most times. I feel like my parents chose to ignore a lot of things I needed as a child. I feel like an adult whose completely lost almost all the time. ( my husband refers to me as the pokemon physduck? Excuse the spelling) Idk I just feel lost... Im awful at budgeting, at making healthy meals, maybe I'm just having a manic fit and doubting everything I know I can probably deal with. My grandmother noticed how irritable my aunt was today with my nephew( again a crazy story, for another time.) and said the words" she needs a break" ind you shes had the child about a week. Im not being negative to the fact she noticed she needed a break, Lord willing and knows she probably does, it was in that moment I honestly realized how much I hated how my mother acts, shes always strung out and thinks shes still in her early 20's. Where was my mother to notice I needed a break too? No one really notices. I know I made them, and they're my responsibility I don't wanna shed any light from that, but I would like to feel seen by my mother. It's never going to happen, the last time I remember her sober I couldn't tell you how old I was, she had just made homemade pizza and I just loved watching her make it... I was probably 5/6, I remember her husband leaving her and it tore her apart, but I feel like my mother died then, I no longer had the same mom anymore.. I was 7. I think that's why I try so hard for my kids. I don't want them to EVER go through the things me and my siblings have been through.. Its crazy some of the things I Was exposed to as a child. Being a mother, has made me that much more angry because how could you put us through the things you did... and now you just spout it off " oh I know I was a shitty mom to y'all when you were little.." Okay but do you??? because anything we've ever mentioned to you didn't happen. Ever. I'm sorry if anyone else is the daughter of an addict. It's hard needing your mom and not having one to lean on.. The last time my mom hugged me I was 7. I had a miscarriage and she was high and nodding out, and offered me pain pills. In reality, I needed a hug.

[sincelastsession]

I feel completely misunderstood.

Dad was faking what you saw.

I got yelled at in the parking lot.

I got interrupted by him and then bitched out.

I'm not tryto control anyone.

I need accommodation and to be met at least halfway

I don't understand what just happened.

I can't think, I'm anxious as fuck and I feel like I'm going to be sick.

I can't believe how much he manipulated

I don't understand why he thought the apology he sent me was ok. Because he called my mom after sending that bullshit apology and told her I was psychotic. That's why it wasn't sincere. He just saved face.

I'm angry

I'm hurt

I could send him to jail for what he did. I did sustain an injury.

I'm mad.

I feel like I was mansplained to about things I was already understanding. I'm not clueless.

I maybe didn't understand phrasing.

I didn't articulate or phrase well.l myself.

You gave him firepower because the word trigger and I'm not using the diagnosis as an excuse I'm fucking telling people the reason that happens but they forget so I remind

I understand I can't control shit

But do they understand that they have control over me and with that control comes great abuse. He's using all the therapy talk against me to justify his bad behavior.

Dude my nose is broken because of him it used to be symmetrical.

Why did I get fussed at for things I know I need to work on

Why was I the one?

Would love to know what he told you before I came in the room because he's twisted shit so much in the past doing this exact technique

I was in distress.

I didn't appreciate the assumptions

I sat there trying to explain because we went in directions that were NOT what I mean and I did give up because I felt I was not heard

I'm glad to try again but jfc.

Mom is next appointment. Will I feel like the punching bag again?

Because yes I'm defensive. There's really big reasons I am.

I cannot just "get over it"

They caused me immeasurable pain and they sit there like clueless parents that care

They don't fucking care. That was fake. He was being fake. It was to save face with you. He was scared to get fussed at.

I couldn't talk to him in the parking lot.

He twisted what you said against me and I don't know how to explain unless we strap a gopro to me or record conversations.

Like yes it's my therapy but I felt that it was all on me when there's so much he needs to be accountable for and he sat there and did his fake nice calm normal dad act

I want to scream

He fucking tortures me and more firepower was given to him to get away with it

He relishes control over me.

WHY do I have to let things go when it's a trauma and I fucking don't know how to process it.

Why did he hurt me why did he hurt me alllllll the times before

None of how he treats me is ok he's not nice like that it was FAKE

It was fucking FAKE

[dadfuckerfest]

i have a prompt for a dean/jack story set after cas dies in season 12.

it could lead into dean/jack/cas too if anyone is into that! i just think there's an extreme lack of fics that play with the fact that jack looks and acts just like cas and also deliberately acts like dean, and that a very fucked up and grieving dean could sublimate his way into treating his adopted son as a consolation fuck.

so ive been thinking about this idea for weeks and shared a more detailed prompt here (the one called "dean/jack secret relationship"), but if someone even wrote one part of it i'd die happy.

while dean grieves for cas he takes on a parental role with jack, unaware that jack is lusting after him thanks to absorbing cas' thoughts before he was born. jack uses what he knows to seduce dean in order to gain his attention, in particular using the fact that dean seems to react the strongest to him when he plays up the fact that he looks and acts so much like cas. dean sublimates his grief and becomes attracted to jack while still thinking of him as his son, one thing leads to another and they fuck. it's messy and rough and at first dean hates himself for it but not enough to stop, and they start up a secret ongoing relationship complete with newly discovered daddy kink. soon dean has stopped feeling guilty and embraces the situation as he grows to love jack and trains to be the perfect son while they hide it from sam. when cas is resurrected, he bonds fast with jack and cant help noticing how many of dean's qualities jack seems to have taken on. he is happy to learn jack considers dean his father and that dean loves the boy because he'd secretly fantasized about raising jack with dean before he died. and then he catches them fucking while jack calls dean daddy. first he's shocked, then he realizes he's more jealous than he is upset, and more turned on than he is jealous, and its because he wants both of them. from there it isn't long before he joins them, and jack is eager to show him how good a son he can be. bonus = sam finds out about what's been happening and is furious/disgusted, or maybe he remains clueless, but either way dean cas and jack leave the bunker to live together as fathers and son so they can give each other all the attention and love (and wet, messy sex) they need every day. basically jack has two daddies now and the three of them have lost time to make up for.

yeh this is the less detailed version i'm sorry it's so long and i hope it inspires some dadfucking *-*

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[wafflesfromtheuniverse]

I'm hearing my mom argue w my dad

I feel too old to be hurt about this but i can't help myself

I'm 21 attending uni from home

It wouldn't really make sense to rent an apartment: it's expensive so i would have to work and study at the same time, and I'm not sure i could manage all that rn, and we don't live so far from the place anyways

Anyways I heard her voice going kinda wobbly

She sounded like she was on the verge of crying

It's bc my dad has a lover, and she dropped him off infront of our house

Mom was upset bc they spoke about her a lot

About the other women

I hated my dad for it, but my mom told me a few things that made me just sour about the whole thing

I won't make excuses for cheating, like ever, but i know my mom isn't really well either and it took a toll on my dad

I'm only writing this because i feel like i believe in love less and less

The more i know about my parents, the less i believe in true love

I guess I'm the romantic type, i just like to deny it

You will never catch me admitting it, unless i really feel like i want the other person to know

I kinda believe in acts of affection (or idk how u write it xd) rather than words

Words still mean a lot to me tho, it's just not the usual stuff I guess

Random things hit me harder or make feel warmer

I'm trying to be hopeful

But I'm avoiding people

I fear rejection

I fear hatred

I fear that I am unloveable

I am afraid of being insufferable

I am afraid that people see a lot of wrong in me and they just don't tell me so I am going around clueless

I don't expect everyone to love me

I don't like every person I meet either

I don't like to be the enemy tho

My head makes be believe sm bullshit

I'm fighting myself everyday

I am actually better at it

I started to like my face better

Like my body too

I still want to exercise

Not for a summer body

But for the childish dream i still have: being cool girl

Cool in the means of looking cool

Idc what counts as cool in the matter of personality

My personality is annoying to me but i still love myself a little bit or like moderately

I'm trying

I have the headphones i got for christmas from them on

It's kina funny

They are noise cancelling so i can't hear them

I liked to listen to them when is was little

Like is not a good word, more like i felt it was neccesary

I wanted to know what was happening around me

I don't know if other familes are like this

In highschool I liked to joke around in my head, calling them rommates (not room but living mates or how do i say it...ppl u rent an aparent together with)

I saw my dad at night coming home from work (or as i got know later, maybe from the woman) and my mom was home working always

I didn't think of my parents badly

But my mom once said that "i probably don't want to end up like them"

I don't remember when was the last time i really thought about what i want to end up as

Like seriously

I somehow felt i don't have a future

I had this belief that I will die in some accident like in a tiny one

Just whoosh erased from earth

I don't know why i felt that way but i believed it kinda and i wasn't uncomfortable with it

I thought about it matter of factly, calm, neutral

I will not get old

I will die before 30 for sure

Like that

It wasn't a decision or anything, just felt like that was my fate

I hope I will see more clearly in the future

I hope I am able to love

To give love and to recieve it

To have a healthy relationship

I really really hope i can manage to be in one once

I fear love because of (1 rejection and hate like I said before)

2 because when i lose a friend my heart breaks really hard

I can't get my head away, and I'm anxious without a stop

I have the blackhole in me

If love breaks my hearth more than that

Idk if it's safe for me

Yet atleast

I'm trying to strenghten myslef

I have too much fear in my

I hate fear

But i also hate the absence of fear

When i give up and there is nothing

At times like that fear atleast motivates me, moves me

But when emptiness fills me

I have a hard time afterwards

I probably misspelled a bunch of shit but

It's not cryptic so it counts

I am working on myself

Even when it feels like I'm stagnating

Atleast I can mever be clueless about the things i learned so far

So I'm trying:)

I actually like this one better nowadays:]

[marowreck-archive]

haha stuff in the tags

[babyblankyerror]

We heard your fave hcs for garycato and spiderpool, but what are your fave hcs for found families you like, like Gary Avocato and Little Cato or Spider Man Deadpool and their daughter? (Sorry i don't remember her name)

I have so many but here's the main ones:

Spideypool

Ellie obviously being a big fan of Spidey and its a lil awkward on Peter (before she finds out his identity)

Peter is the 'responsible' parent most times until he's not - Ellie will struggle with science homework and he'll be like "I have these chemicals in my lab that explode when making contact with oxygen- maybe that will help, wanna see?"

Wade is that proud father that will spoil his daughter (and partner)

Peter is the photographer and loves taking pictures of Wade and Ellie together, knowing Wade doesn't have many (and doesn't like his own image) - what he doesn't know is Wade also saves many pics of Ellie and Peter)

Wade will try not to use bad language near Ellie or talk about things that aren't PG

Peter has no concept of what's PG and will explain in full detail on what birthing a child is like and how painful it is because Ellie was unfortunate enough to ask him

Ellie starts to pick up Peter’s habits and Wade finds it adorable (until she uses Peter’s sass against him)

Ellie will sometimes jump from slightly high places (trees and benches) without warning and Peter is always there to catch her

Peter tutoring Ellie (Wade finding it incredibly hot)

Wade playing house with Ellie (sometimes Ellie decides Peter is her wife and Wade gets jealous "how come I'm not your wife?! </3" "you're the dog now dad")

Peter will sometimes come back from work to find Ellie and Wade having a tea party (will also join in and begin to complain and gossip with them)

Wade buys clothes for them a lot and often will be like "whaaat??? No way- can't believe I accidentally got 3 shirts that look exactly the same and are out perfect sizes! Isn't that crazy??!" Just so they can have couple outfits

Peter had gone to work with messy makeover (either he forgot about it or he didn't want to upset Ellie by taking it off)

Wade sometimes will waste money on advert billboards "see this guy/girl??? That's my boo" or something (both Ellie and Peter get embarrassed)

Wade is the type of guy to lie in restaurants about their birthday to get free cake, Ellie loves playing along (and since Peter hates it he's always the victim getting a surprise cake)

Garycato

Ventraxians get jealous easily but Little Cato and Avocato are next level- they fight over Gary's attention (Gary still doesn't realise this)

Avocato is happy Gary and Little Cato are bonding until he sees Little Cato's smug face-

Little Cato isn't used to Avocato being physically affectionate so he will purposely be like "what are you doing, creep" before running to Gary like "I've missed you!!" (They have been apart less than 5 mins)

Gary will go into old habits and maybe steal in front of Little Cato- then he'll be like "Stealing is bad!" When Little Cato does it

Silent contests of who gets more compliments from Gary being held without the humans knowledge

Gary loves texture of fur so cuddling is awesome with his new kit and hubby

When Gary gets tired of touch and company, he'll try to be alone but Little Cato doesn't quite grasp the concept yet and just seats near him (like in that episode where Gary says "just want to be alone" and little Cato is just "ok" and stays with him anyway)

Little Cato acting like both Gary and Avo- picking some of their habits

Sometimes Avo will walk in on Gary crying because Little Cato has lil beans

Sometimes Gary will walk in on Avo crying because Little Cato fell asleep holding his hand like he used to when a baby

Little Cato still clueless on his parents smexy timez

Gary doesn't make it obvious but he sometimes gets overwhelmed by the fact he finally has a family and people who love him (Avocato knows and just silently comforts him)

Gary will fight over toys with Little Cato and other petty things ("that's my mug! >:0" )

Gary is a good baker, Avocato a good cook

[sparklingchim]

champagne problems; a | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.3k

rating: g

genre: break-up, established relationship

warnings: sad koo :(

summary: sometimes you just don't know the answer 'til someone's on their knees and asks you.

a/n: i've always wanted to write something based off on champagne problems by taylor swift, so here it is 🤓 (reposting this cause apparently i posted this when i got shadowbanned🙄)

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Family gatherings aren't your thing.

But for Jungkook's sake you always tucked your repugnance away and came along with him.

Today you are tenser than usually.

Jungkook told you to wear something fancy. Though it's just dinner with close acquaintances at his parents place. You obliged without questioning him. And totally forgot the bizarreness of his suggestion when he kept staring at you and felt his wandering hands throughout the car ride to his parents.

You didn't think about it twice, let it slip your mind as you mentally prepared yourself for dinner with your family.

~

Something is wrong with Jungkook.

You know him. Probably more than he knows himself. After living together with him for two years you picked up on his behaviour.

And right now, he is hella nervous. Knee bouncing up and down (you tried calming him with patting his thigh, but it didn't work) and he doesn't talk much with the people around the dinner table. Which is really weird, because Jungkook is usually chatty when he's around your family.

,,Is everything fine?" you ask in a whisper, hoping that no one catches onto your question, though everyone is currently absorbed in having a conversation.

,,I'm good, yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

,,You're acting weird," you confront him, hand on his knee again to stop his movements.

,,No, I'm all good, babe," he smiles, taking your hand on his knee and shortly intertwines your fingers.

,,Well, if you say so." He kisses your temple and you turn your head with flushed cheeks. Being affectionate in front of everyone is still making you shy.

You don't believe him, of course you don't. He is the worst when it comes to lying. But you let him be. Maybe it has something to do with his work, his friends, or maybe his favourite game got a new update and he's too excited to go home and play.

You didn't expect to find out why he is suddenly behaving this strange a few seconds after everyone is done with dinner and talks about what board game all of you should play.

,,There's something I want to ask you, y/n," Jungkook says, silencing everyone else in the room.

Confused look on display, you watch him with clueless eyes.

Jungkook takes a deep breath. You hear his mother utter a shocked, but excited gasp.

He stands up, grabs both of your hands and slowly goes down on one knee.

It's like you're trapped in a bubble with Jungkook. Everyone else watching you both is non-existent for you.

A chill scuttles down your spine. It's not a gentle one. It spreads dread and trepidation through you. Making you want to shut your eyes close and pretend like this isn't happening, pretend like he isn't kneeling in front of you and is, in fact, proposing to you.

You don't even hear what he is telling you. It's like everything is muted around you. The only thing you focus on is how he briefly let's go of your hands, sliding his hand into his pocket and holds out a small, black box. He presents you a beautiful dainty ring. Shining like a small star as he holds it out for you.

,,Y/n, will you be my wife?"

Your lungs tie up when you register his question.

He grabs your hand again, a small smile tugging on his lips.

You can't stand looking into his hopeful and glimmering eyes when you know you're about to shatter his heart.

,,I-" Your mouth is dry. You can't speak. And Jungkook takes that as a wrong sign. His thumb is rubbing over the back of your hand. An encouraging smile curves his mouth. ,,No." You shake your hand. ,,No," you repeat. ,,I- I can't."

Within a second there is no trace of a smile left behind on his face. No hope, no happiness, no excitement.

The chair screeches against the floor as you stand up. With hasty steps you leave the apartment. You walk down the stairs, heavy footsteps ringing through the halls.

Heart racing and head spinning you make a stop and lean against the cool wall. The elevator is right in front of you. The staircase right beside it.

,,Y/n?!" Jungkook asks hurriedly, loud voice bouncing off the empty halls of the building. Once he catches sight of you, a tiny flicker of relief creeps his body up. But he doesn't feel thoroughly reassured yet.

You wish he hadn't chased after you.

Seeing his sad and devastated eyes and getting brutally reminded that you are the cause of it is making your heart ache in double measure.

,,What's wrong? I mean, what- what happened? Why did you leave? We can talk about this," he explains in a haste.

You know he won't understand. So you don't make an attempt to explain yourself.

,,This proposal doesn't mean that we have to marry right away, I, I - it's just..." Jungkook can't form any coherent sentences. He feels you slipping away from him. And he wants to make you stay, explain his motives and erase any doubts off your mind. But the expression on your face puts him more into a rush. It seems like his words don't have any effect on you.

,,Y/n," he pleads, desperate. Swiftly taking your hand in his. Your hand is cold. He brushes his thumb over the back of your hand to warm it. ,,I know that you're the one for me. And I know that I want to spend my future with you. That's why I thought a proposal would be perfect, because I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

You look away. Tears fog your vision.

,,That's- That's the problem," you finally speak up.

Jungkook tilts his head to meet your eyes. And when you finally do, he sees pure torment lingering in them.

,,I don't see you in my future, Jungkook."

You could've easily stabbed him in his heart - it would have been the same pain.

,,What are you talking about?" The words fall slowly from his lips. He can't believe what you just said. He gives you a chance to explain yourself, say that you didn't mean it that way, intended on saying something completely different, just something, please.

But when you don't attempt to clear up any of your words, that's when it sinks in.

The pain rooted in his eyes makes you let go of his hand. Foolishly, he still tries to get a hold of your hand, but you take a step back.

He shakes his head in denial. ,,You don't mean it that way, right?"

,,I'm sorry," you whisper, lips quivering.

He stretches his hand out. Inviting you. Waiting for you to come back. You're cold and he is warm. And he wants to remind you that he'll always be there for you when you need him. ,,Y/n?" His voice is meek, tired and the fact that there's still hope mingling within him breaks your heart.

,,I'm sorry," you repeat, a tear rolling down your cheek.

,,Don't say that."

Your fingers itch to touch his hand, but you hold yourself back. You should go. He doesn't deserve this. He deserves someone better.

,,Please," he tries again, face twisted into worry and fright.

Eyes filled with things you can't say, you say his name, shakily. ,,Jungkook. I don't think- I think it's better if I leave now."

,,N-no. Stay, please stay. Let's, let's go home? Talk this out? Just, please, don't leave me alone."

Breaking your gaze from his you take a deep breath. It's better for the both of you if you leave. Someday he will understand. And he will be grateful that you left him. That's what you tell yourself as you walk down the stairs. Your name resonating across the hall as a last attempt to keep you with him.

As Jungkook watches you walk down he feels a part of him leaving with you.

And he knows he will never get that part of him back. Because he'll never get you back.

He thought he'd leave this place with you in his arms, a ring around your finger and a heart full of love.

He didn't expect to leave this place with an empty heart. A shell, without anything left behind it.

You broke him.

[madametamma]

Danny Phantom reveal fic, but the twist is Danny is trying to solve the mystery if he's actually been outed or not.

Here's the set up. Danny is fighting with a ghost per usual. He gets knocked out in an attack. The last thing he hears before he looses consciousness, is his parents announcing they're on the scene. Cut to some time later, Our Ghost boy is waking up in a hospital bed. His parents rushed him there, and Jazz and his friends are sitting by his side but his mom and dad left pretty quickly soon after, saying that they wanted to chase down the ghost Danny was fighting that got away. After some explanation Danny now is left horrified and clueless as to whether or not they saw him revert back to Fenton when he passed out or if they arrived just moments afterwards.

Things are not made simpler when Jack and Maddie start acting noticeably off around Danny. Jack who's normally boisterous and excited to talk, is now avoiding his son as much as he can, having a difficult time making eye contact with him, and speaking with quiet, restrained anger.

Maddie has been eyeing Danny like a hawk. Anytime Danny gets up to go anywhere or do anything, she wants to know every little detail about it. She's also been "secretly" following him in comedically bad disguises even Danny, as clueless as he can be, can see through, which make it really hard for him to follow up on any ghosts that have been setting off his sense lately. Or try and track down that dangerous ghost who knocked him out and got away.

What's really worrying is the hushed and very heated arguments the two seem to be having when they think Jazz and Danny can't hear them. Danny is going mad trying to figure out if they know. He contemplates what to do about the situation. If they do know, should he run away, stay and confront them. He needs to talk to them to see what they know but he struggles to broach the subject without giving anything away. He needs to figure out what happened the day they found him unconscious. His anxiety is through the roof even more than his normal amount.

You can write this so that the ending is that they DID see him and now the married couple is stuck for what to do next with their boy and they can't agree.

Or maybe they were overshadowed the whole time and them acting strange is actually one of Danny's enemy's plots.

I personally would like an ending where they just missed seeing him transform and the reason they're acting different is because they're so guilty about Danny getting hurt and them showing up late to protect him. They believe that the ghost who knocked him out was only targeting him as a way to get to them as the "World's greatest ghost hunters". Maddie's been overcompensating by being overprotective and Jack gets so worked up every time he sees Danny's bandages from his hospital stay, that he feels like he has to remove himself from whatever situation he's in just to calm down. Their arguments have to do with criticizing each other's way of coping and just straight up the emotional stress of dealing with nearly loosing their kid, not knowing that Danny's body heals differently. In the end Danny chooses to reveal his secret himself after coming to see how much he means to them.

Please, fanfic writers. Take this and run with it. Do as you will. I'm too busy with work to take on a project right now. Or if you know any fics similar to this one, recommend them to me. I love these kinds of stories that play with the idea that Jack and Maddie are bad parents, but ultimately come through in the end.

[arcane-ish]

One last set of thoughts on miner!Silco

There is one more thing I wanted to mention about miner!Silco.

1.) I general while I personally have fun obsessing over canon details and "make as much match as possible!!!" I do think that there is limited value in fandom wankery and obsessing over it, especially when it comes to writing fanfic as opposed to having meta debates with other people.

2.) I do think reading writer or actor input is fun, but part of me does consider "cheating" to some extent. I think the work should stand on its own and plenty of those things can change later, different people on the project can have different opinions etc. Overall I think what ends up on screen always trumps what somebody said in some interview and if there is limited value in obsessively matching every little detail that ended up on screen or in extended works, I think there is even less value in matching some writer's idea.

For example, Amanda has hinted several times that Caitlyn was plenty romantically active before meeting Vi and I'm very much "headcanon accepted", because I personally believed in that anyway (one of my first "activities" in the fandom was whining how I hated the whole "sexual awaking" memes about the CaitVi brothel scenes and that it made no sense for Cait's character as she had been drawn so far to have been clueless about her sexuality). But if I was invested in let's say asexual or autistic or socially awkward or virginal Cait I would have been all for just ignoring that statement. I'm happy to include it in my perception of the character, because it gels with my perception of the character I had anyway.

When it comes to miner!Silco respectively child!laborer!Silco it's not as clean cut.

I'm not sure if I ever would have come to it naturally? I definitely don't think I was there yet after Act 1. There is definitely a world where Act 2/3 Silco reads quite middle class and if you wanted to explain his line to Finn (again if you even care about making all things match) you could still envision him as a more middle-class guy who went down to the mines to convert/recruit people to the revolution.

His outfit in the drowning flashback reads a little bit more potentially miner/miner-roots to me and I don't think that anything that made it on screen reads heavily suggests child laborer.

The reason why I'm at least open to this head canon is:

1.) I do quite like Silco and child laborer is a tragic as fuck backstory and gives a lot of "pity points" in his favor. Which actually is one of the reasons why I would never force that headcanon on others. Like if you hate Silco and see everything about him as bad then "you can't be pissy at a poor abused and traumatized kid from the mines!" is a pretty brutal restriction on your meta/your view on seeing the series. But for me personally it gives his character an extra tragic note and gives some interesting nuance to the "children working in factories". That he might see that as "well, still better than what happened to me". And just in general it might give explanations or again nuance for a lot of his quirks (why is he such an atypical parent, why does he care about fine things, because he was used to them or because they are so completely special and unusual to him? why is he so brutal/unforgiving/go hard on things maybe because he comes from a very brutal background?)

Like on the tragic background scale only "sexually abused as a child" and "neurodivergent to the point of not functioning" are maybe higher in regards to "okay, you get a moral free pass for like 90% of your actions".

2.) In my view on the world, coming from the mines and becoming a revolutionary is definitely (even) better/more honorable than being middle class and "going down to free the slaves". Because the achievement to overcome those personal obstacles, to still find time and educate yourself and think big picture in such adversarial circumstances when you would most likely not have received that much education along those lines and might have been exhausted from work, that in my eyes takes somebody who is truly extraordinary.

So I'm more tempted towards accepting miner!Silco because in my value system it is a better/more glorious/more heroic background and so on some level it is more glamorous even as "growing up in dirt and sludge and abuse" background isn't glamorous in the slightest. The background isn't romantic/glamorous but that Silco might rise to overcome it is.

But again, I don't blame anyone for not going "headcanon accepted" particularly if they dislike Silco or if he just reads differently to you (or if you don't share my romantic views about overcoming huge adversity and freeing yourself and your direct peers as opposed to freeing the ones less fortunate). And I wouldn't like fall over in horror if in season 2 they backtrack on what Amanda said and a scene makes on screen that suggests that he had a relatively happy and sheltered home life before becoming a revolutionary or that he had more a "wild and free street kids in the Lanes" rather than "back breaking child laborer". If that made it on screen, I would just absorb that into my perception of him.

So I definitely see it more as "something fun to play around with" and I do think that anybody who is quite skeptical and hasn't really gone beyond "Silco interacted with the mines at some point in some way due to the Finn line" is being very sensible.