#xdaughter

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

TONY STARK/ IRONMAN MASTERLIST

*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT

DAUGHTER!READER

Little Frida (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

Fair Punishment (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

Like You Were Never Gone (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) *TW

Bitten (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Should Have Been A Dad (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

Accidentally Coming Out (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

Bella Ciao (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

Left Behind (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

Not All Gone (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

Never There (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

I'm Here Now (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Pt 2

Your Daughter (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Do We Have A Deal? (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) *TW

More Than An Intern (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

Second Best (Tony Stark X Rogers!Daughter!Reader) Pt 2

Squeeze (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)*TW

Dip (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

Session (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) *TW

Home High (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

Needing Dad's Assurance (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

Feeling Loved Again (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

Five Days (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) *TW

Parental Advice (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

New Enviroment (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

Caring Father (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

Girlfriend? (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

Hiding Hickies (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

TEEN/NEUTRAL!READER

More Like Pepper (Tony Stark X Teen!Child!Reader)

Supporting Dad (Tony Stark X Kid!Reader)

Stubborn Like Me (Tony Stark X Teen!Reader)

Too Much (Tony Stark X Teen!Reader)

Growing Prodigy (Tony Stark X Fem!Teen!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Homework Struggles (Tony Stark X Fem!Teen!Reader)

SON!READER

Taking The Lead (Tony Stark X Son!Reader)

Looking For Advice (Tony Stark X Son!Reader)

Biggest Loss On The Battlefield (Tony Stark X Son!Reader)

Science Fair (Tony Stark X Son!Reader)

NETURAL READER

Not Combatible (Tony Stark X Asexual!Reader)

Pressing Pause (Tony Stark X Reader)

Set Up Plan (Tony Stark X Reader)

You're Perfect (Tony Stark X Curvy!Reader)

FEM!READER

Shared Feelings (Tony Stark X Fem!Reader)

A Little Protective (Tony Stark X Fem!Reader)

Moving On (Tony Stark X Fem!Reader)

On The Off Chance (Tony Stark X Fem!Reader)

Pressure Due To Age (Tony Stark X Fem!Reader)

Tony's Hacker (Tony Stark X Fem!Reader)

Nightmares (Tony Stark X Fem!Reader)

He's Younger (Tony Stark X Fem!Reader)

Arc Reactor (Tony Stark X Wife!Reader)

WOULD INCLUDES

Having Your First Time With Tony Stark Would Include...

Being Pepper' Adopted Daughter and Tony Adopting You Would Include...

Being Tony Stark's Adopted Daughter Would Include...

SIBLING!READER

A Little Talk (Tony Stark X Brother!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Unfinished Business (Tony Stark X Brother!Reader)

OTHER

Good Girl (Tony Stark)

[rustys-lodge]

Requested by anon : Can you write a spn fic of dad sam/dean where she texts her dad from her room about needing help because depression gets really bad and she wants to self harm? And dad just helps her ride the wave and comforts her. Thank you

Warnings : Depression, self harm

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And without a single warning, the door to your room flew open. And there he was, standing with that empathetic smile on his face.

You'd believe it if you couldn't clearly see the worry glistening in his eyes.

"Is this where my beauty needs help for her sleep ?"

Your lips quivered and a whimper left your lips, causing your dad's shoulders to slump.

Nice try. But the wound is too deep to close up with a simple joke. And the joke is not funny. But your dad got the memo, since he flew to your bed and sat himself beside you.

"Scooch" He commanded before bringing your upper half over his chest. So you layed diagonally on the bed, with your back up to his chest, giving him scape to wrap his arms completely around your neck.

You needed that. Badly. And when your whimpers got louder, your dad hugged you tighter.

"It's bad, dad..." You choked on a sob.

"I know...kid...i know" Your father planted a kiss on your head. And his hands let you go....discreetly traveling down your arms.

He was checking to see if you'd flinch...that would mean you did it again. And you know this move because you've been through this as well.

Him randomly touching your arms, squeezing from time to time to see if it hurts you. At first you pretended like it didn't. But at some point, you realized there's no need to pretend. He knows.

"I didn't do it." You informed him and a slight sigh of relief hit your ear.

"That's my girl." Another kiss fell on the back of your back of your head. "Give me those hands."

You complied and your dad criss-crossed your arms and set your hands on your opposite shoulders, before bringing his own arms over yours.

"I'm here now, kid."

And as weird and narrow as it may have seemed. You were wrapped in a loving embrace.

And although your drowning thoughts were not ceasing, warmth flooded your body and your muscles tensed down...you hadn't slept in a while. It's been hard..Really hard.

With his arms still wrapped around your chest, your dad sung to you, considerably low, guiding you to sleep.

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Sorry for the never-changing ending. It seems that comfy fics cannot end any other way. Anyways, hope this helps someone on a lonely night !! ❤️❤️❤️⚘️⚘️⚘️

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Natasha Romanoff x Daughter Reader

Headcannons -Easter Edition

Happy Easter !Have fun

Her making shure to celebrate Easter like she would have loved as a kid.

You love it .Shes the best

Doing her best for you to have a great time and a lots of memories

Spilling paint as a trace of the Easter Bunny

Hiding eggs and candy in the garden the night before

Inviting Nats family and searching for eggs together

The eggs are from The Bartons farm

You painted them two days before ,as you visited them

Having a tradition- whoever finds the golden Egg gets a suprise gift

Nat and Laura Barton smiling at how cute you all look while running across the meadow

Dressing up and making cute pictures

Cooking together

She still tells you the religious meaning of Easter ,because she thinks its important to know that Easter is not about presents

Easter brings all the important people of your life together

In the garden is a long table where you all eat together .Its decorated with pretty flowers and candles. Probably Laura and Nat did all the work

Clint and Steve set up the Fairy lights

Making Flower wreaths

Nat telling you how much she loves you , giving you head kisses as she walks by

I imagine the kids cuddling your bunnys

Falling asleep cuddling the bunnys, while Nat reads a bed time story

[maverick-wingman-favorites]

Gotta reblog here too! Too good! Check out this page everyone!

Daddy's little girl

Pairing - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x daughter!reader

Word count - 1,484

Warnings - mentions of throwing up, sickness, mostly fluff

Summary - after a long night of being unwell, your dad is there to help you feel better

A/N - sorry it's been a while since my last fic, I'm still fighting for my life out here. this fic was an anon request (actually two) so I hope I did it justice. as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

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Maverick knew that having a young child meant that there would be days when you would get sick, and he would have to dedicate a few days to taking care of you. It’s part of what parenting entailed, and he knows he’d do just about anything to make sure his little girl is comfortable and looked after when she’s sick.

This time, you had clearly picked up a stomach bug from being at preschool and you had spent a large majority of the night emptying your stomach into the bucket Maverick had placed by his bed. He rubbed your back and kept your hair back from your face as you were sick and wiped your tears away when you had finished throwing up.

It took until the early hours of the morning for you to stop being sick and you soon curled up in Maverick’s arms, falling asleep almost instantly as Maverick brushed your hair away from your face and watched you sleep softly. He didn’t care if he got sick, all he cared about was you and whether you were okay. He couldn’t allow himself to do more than doze for the rest of the night in case you needed him at any moment.

By the time the morning had fully rolled around, Maverick had woken up before you, gently wiggling out from underneath you, picking up the bucket and taking it downstairs to clean it out before making himself a coffee and filling a bottle with water for you.

“Daddy!” Upon hearing your panicked cry, Maverick abandoned everything and darted up the stairs, every worst-case scenario making its way into his head as he took the steps two at a time to reach you faster. When he threw the door open, he was relieved to see you looking relatively okay aside from the tears that filled your eyes. Upon seeing your dad, you lifted your arms, and more tears worked their way down your cheeks. Maverick crossed to you, picking you up without hesitation and wiping your tears away softly as you cling to him, snuggling as close as you could.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Maverick coos softly, fighting the urge to bounce you lightly in case it upsets your stomach. You don’t respond, snuggling impossibly closer to your dad as your tears stop. Maverick rests the back of his hand against your forehead, relieved to notice that while you’re still warm, you’re not as warm as you were during the night.

“Let’s get you a quick bath, huh? That’ll help you feel a little better.” Maverick says, heading into your room to pick out a fresh pair of pyjamas and then heading into the bathroom and running a bath for you. When you’re in the bath, Maverick kneels alongside the tub, washing you gently and checking up on you, making sure you didn’t feel like you were going to be sick. You perked up a little bit, but you still weren’t at one hundred percent. When you’re cleaned up, Maverick drains the tub and then wraps you in a warm fluffy towel before lifting you out, drying you off before getting you into the new pyjamas.

“I’m going to make us some breakfast, do you think you could handle some toast? Does that sound good?” Maverick asks as he enters his bedroom once more, moving to put you down on his bed, stopping when you cling to him and whine.

“No daddy, don’t go.” You whine, refusing to let go despite his attempts to put you down.

“Hey, I’ll only be downstairs. You get to relax in daddy’s comfy bed, that’s way better than being in the kitchen.” Maverick attempts to bargain with you as you refuse to detangle yourself from your dad’s arms.

“No, wanna stay with you.” You whimper, clinging tighter to Maverick’s shirt so he can’t put you down. Maverick feels his heart breaking at your words, not being able to find it within him to deny your request.

“Okay, you can come with me.” Maverick says, setting you on his hip once more and heading downstairs to the kitchen where the bottle of water and now cold cup of coffee sat on the counter. Maverick sits you at the kitchen table and turns his attention to pouring out the cold coffee and making a new one and putting some bread in the toaster. As he busies himself with making something to eat for both you and him, he feels you wrap your arms around his leg, and he glances down with a soft smile.

“Was the chair not good enough, squirt?” Maverick muses jokingly as he ruffles at your hair, picking up his new mug of coffee and taking a sip. He hands you your water bottle just as the toast pops out of the toaster, he places one slice on one of your small plastic plates and two slices on his plate. He butters your toast and cuts it into small squares. Maverick moves back to the kitchen table, placing the plates and his mug on the table before sitting down and lifting you onto his lap so you could both eat your breakfast.

“Not too fast. We don’t want to upset your tummy.” Maverick says gently as you take a big bite out of the first square. He knew you were most likely starving due to the fact you’d been emptying your stomach most of the night, but he didn’t want you eating too fast in case it ended badly. Listening to your dad, you begin to take smaller bites as well as taking sips of water when Maverick gently prompts you to, reminding you of the importance of staying hydrated, especially when you’re sick. He knew you might not pay much mind to his words, but he figured if he started reminding you of the importance of taking care of yourself when you’re sick, you’d remember his words as you grew up and take care of yourself when you were unwell or burnt out. When both of you finished your breakfast, Maverick had to carefully navigate moving the plates from the table to the dishwasher with you still sitting on his hip before filling up your water bottle once more and handing it to you upon your request.

“Alright, kiddo. I think it's time to rest up a little more. You need to rest to make sure you feel better.” Maverick says as he brushes a strand of hair from your face, fighting back a frown at the temperature still clinging to your cheeks.

“Okay, daddy.” You say, cuddling close to your dad as he stops in the kitchen doorway.

“We have two choices here. We can go upstairs and watch a movie in daddy’s room. Or we could watch a movie in the living room. Your choice.” Maverick says, giving you the freedom to choose where you want to chill out. You think deeply, your eyebrows furrowing.

“Daddy’s room.” You eventually say, winding your arms around his neck and snuggling close, the coolness of the water bottle against his neck making Maverick bite back a wince.

“My room it is.” Maverick concludes with a grin, heading up the stairs and into his bedroom. He puts you on the bed before climbing in himself and as he grabs the remote, you’re instantly curling into his side, resting your head on his chest. Maverick skims through the various movies until you point out one, you’d like to watch. When you find a movie you like, he hits play and puts the remote down on the bedside table.

“You let me know if your tummy starts hurting, okay?” Maverick mumbles as the opening credits play, running a hand up and down your back as you nod against his chest. Maverick kept a close eye on you as you remained focused on the movie, giggling at the antics of one of the cartoon characters on the screen.

Maverick knew that having you cling and cuddle up to him was a risk of him getting sick too, but he didn’t care at all. All he cared about was your comfort and that you were feeling better. You were his world, his everything and he’d do just about anything he could to make sure you were comfortable and loved even on the days when you weren’t feeling well. He hated whenever you were sick, be it the tiniest cough or the sick bug you were dealing with now. He wished he could do nothing more than to take it away from you, so you didn’t ever have to feel sick or in pain. You were his little girl and he’d do just about anything for you.

As he watched you watching the movie, he couldn’t stop a small smile from gracing his face. He got lucky with you and he’d never let you forget how much he loved you.

[suckerforcate]

Larissa Weems

My Cure ♡♧

No Dating-Rule ♡♧

New Year ♡♧

Headcanons pregnant Reader♡

Nervous Mess ♡

Promise me ◇

Dance Floor (☆)

Vanilla Latte ♡

Insecurities ♡☆

Good girl ☆

Darling? ♡♧

Stubbornness ◇♧♡

Raccoon ♡

You're safe now ♧♡

Airhead / Rusty (xdaughter) ♡

I'll take care of you ♡

Punishment ☆

Snow Storm

College Sweetheart ♡

My beautiful Angel ♡☆

Old habits die hard ♧

What'd you take? ♧

You're not a burden (xdaughter) ♡

I'm leaving ♧◇

Gym Clothes ♡

Crush ♡

You are worth it ◇♡

Domestic Fluff Headcanons ♡

Numbness ♧

Little Brat ☆

One Bed ☆

Poe Cup ♡

Ride or Die ♡

Beg ☆

Professor Weems (☆)

Bad Girl ♡

Polaroid

Bottled up ◇♧

She's not there ♧♡

[positivelyevans]

chris evans & characters

DISCLAIMER: these are all xdaughter!reader fics that i personally love and please go support these writers for me!!

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Best of You | by: @j0elmill3r

Celebration | by: @alisonsfics

On Set | by: @druigsfavwitch

Safety Plan | by: @youre-amazing-say-it

Miserable at Best | by: @ddefendingjacobb

Father Daughter Dance | by: @hulkstacos

Safety in the Night | by: @kining-the-evil Ransom Drysdale Work | by: @kining-the-evil

AND A FEW OF MY OWN WORKS ;)

Throw it Back | by: @positivelyholland

Seasonal Depression | by: @positivelyholland

Bad Grade | by: @positivelyholland

[astars-things]

*not my gif credits to @drivindrivin

Instagram edits ↓

Christmas 

Baby Norris

celebrating wins

Valentines day

Blurbs ↓

I need You

First time meeting

saying goodbye

Bedtime

Help

Jealous

How to drive

Hug me

All you do is hurt me

I have a boyfriend

you're amazing

you promised

xdaughter!reader↓

I'm not cranky

leave me alone

[alxnetxgether-moved]

What color is your aura

Sky blue

short poems, teacups, clear skies, diaries, dripping icicles, tears, tennis shoes. your essence is sky: you are a hard worker and do not relent on something once you have begun. you are giving to all but yourself and pour from an empty cup; you want to be simple, self-sufficient, easy. you overflow with creativity but throw away your sketches before they're even done. you are the dauntless. you are the venturer. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of blue, navy, periwinkle, and seafoam, who likewise hold themselves to high standards. you are also drawn to the self-actualizing sage and apricot, who will help you grow and relax into your feelings. however, you may struggle to get along with the strict personalities of ivory and blush who seem overly critical.

Tagged by: @surfkng and @zoomingupthathill

Tagging: @heartxshaped-bruises @xdaughter-of-bloodyfacex @dxsole @blumhouses @lowlifelullaby @x-brokencrowns and anybody else who hasn't done this yet

[freja-cecilie-riemann]

Design and edit (photography/artdirection) for XDaughter

[sapphirelass]

Deal? - Remus LupinxDaughter

Hi! :)

Deal? (Part 1) | Oh, darling... (Part 2) | I’ll be by your side (Part 3) 

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Please note:

1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)

2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)

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I swear, my next story won’t be about Umbridge XD

Word count: ≈ 2300

Warnings: Umbridge, angst, slight swearing

Enjoy!

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“I do not wish to criticise the ways of the school, however you have been exposed to some rather irresponsible wizards in this class, very irresponsible indeed - not to mention” the toadlike professor threw a dark glance at a sandy haired student and smirked evilly, “extremely dangerous half breeds”. 

The student in question raised her hand angrily, and glared at Professor Umbridge. “Yes?” the teacher smiled sweetly, “miss… Lupin, am I correct?”

“Yes, Breanna!” she began, “but that’s besides the point. Look, I know what you’re doing, but Professor Lupin was the best DADA teacher we’ve ever had, and I’d be more than happy to bet everything I own on that being quite a common opinion in this classroom!”

Most of her fellow classmates nodded furiously, and the young girl turned her head towards her professor, who immediately cleared her throat and declared: “Well, I’m afraid simply being a beloved teacher doesn’t really matter, dear.  Werewolves are still extremely dangerous creatures. They are beasts that are undeserving of respect and that should not be allowed to be part of our fine wizard community. They are uncontrollable, and highly likely to injure or possibly kill young witches and wizards, including their own children.” 

She flashed a cruel, yet pleased, smirk as Breanna furiously stood up, despite Hermione desperately trying to force her down. 

“You have NO IDEA what you’re talking about!?” she whispered angrily, her nails digging into her palms as her fists clenched. “You have probably never even met one of these so called ‘half breeds’, have you? No, you were most likely just told some bizarre stories containing more lies and made up facts than truths, and decided to put that worthless ‘knowledge’ - if you can even call it that - to use by spreading rumors and destroying the lives of innocent people.”

Umbridge looked frantic, and was about to speak up, but Breanna got there first. “I despise people who look down on others. People who claim to be better than everyone else. People like you. You certainly don’t deserve respect!”

She took a deep breath, and was about to continue when Umbridge’s shrill voice forced her to stay quiet. “That’s quite enough! Detention, miss Lupin. The rest of the week, five fifteen, don’t be late”. 

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A few hours later, Breanna made her way back to Umbridge’s office. She knew her friends had wanted to talk to her, but she had done her absolute best to avoid them all afternoon. She simply didn’t feel like explaining to them why she had done what she did. She’d gladly do it again though. Her father was the kindest, wisest, most incredible person she had ever met. He had done everything in his power to give her a good childhood, and no one had the right to insult him. She’d defend him to her last breath if that’s what it would come down to.

She knocked on the door carefully, and pushed it open when she heard a shrill, terrifying voice sing a sweet “come in”. 

“Oh, miss Lupin, almost late I see!” she said arrogantly. Breanna didn’t have time to answer before her teacher continued. “Sit down.” 

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The detentions went on for another four days before Umbridge told her she didn’t have to come back the following evening, but that she better hold her tongue unless she longed for more. Breanna tried to keep that in mind, but still lost her cool a few more times before the end of the semester. However, the Christmas holidays were approaching, and though her red, swollen hand caused her to worry slightly, the idea of seeing her dad and godfather caused her enough joy to tip her mood over to “mainly happy”. 

She stepped off the train with her friends, and immediately spotted her father on the platform.

“Dad!!” she shouted, and threw her scratched arms around his constantly scarred torso. “Merlin, I’ve missed you so much”. She buried her head in his shoulder, simply enjoying the feeling of love and safety that he somehow instantly gave off. 

“Hello, darling!” he said gently, returning the bone-crushing hug. “I missed you too, believe me…”

Breanna wanted to stay like that forever, but eventually let go as she intended to at least try to keep her… problems… hidden. She had never really been able to keep secrets from her dad, and therefore didn’t want to do anything he would consider “out of the ordinary”. If she did, he’d figure it out, or persuade her to tell him everything within minutes, and she knew he’d feel guilty if he realized what she had done for him. She understood perfectly well that the scars on her hand were deep enough to be visible for the rest of her life, and that nothing she would say could convince Remus Lupin that it was not his fault. She was left with one option: He could not, under any circumstances, know. Ever. 

They carried her trunk together, and walked a few feet behind the rest of the gang.

“So?”, her father inquired, “How are things? You all doing okay?”

“I suppose”, she answered, “Our new DADA teacher is quite a daft prick though.”

“Bree!”, he muttered sternly, casually trying to hide a smile, “Are you sure that’s the right word? Sounds rather rough, doesn’t it?”

The witch shrugged. “No, I think it fits rather nicely. It’s almost as if she’s trying her very best to prevent us from learning anything helpful…”

“That’s… well, that doesn’t sound very promising, does it?”

“No, hence the slightly offensive description… But enough about her, how are you? Had any company while I was gone?”

The older wizard smiled, easily noticing the tone of his daughter’s voice switch into a far more joyful, energetic one - One he knew and loved! 

“Oh yes, I’ve spent quite a bit of time at headquarters, and Sirius essentially isn’t allowed anywhere else, so we’ve done a lot of catching up. There is, believe it or not, a lot to talk about after 12 years without seeing each other, so it’s been very nice.” He turned to her, smiled even broader and added a quick “But I’ve still missed you.”, before quickening his pace to catch up with the others.

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Later that night, Breanna, Remus, Harry and Sirius were sat in the living room of number 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry and Sirius were playing catch with an old snitch they had found in the house, lazily throwing it back and forth. Breanna lay on a sofa, a thick leather bound book tightly clutched in her hands and her head resting on her fathers lap. He was deeply invested in A Guide to Medieval Sorcery, and father and daughter were simply enjoying a nice, calm evening.

All of a sudden, Sirius grabbed the snitch, sat up straight and reached out towards his godson. 

“Harry, what’s that on your hand?”

The dark haired boy pulled the sleeves of his jumper further down and mumbled a quiet “nothing”.

“Sure, let me see then”

“No, it’s fine, don’t worry abo…”

Harry didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, as Sirius had risen from his seat and forcefully grabbed his left hand. The slightly faded “I must not tell lies” was still readable, and Harry winced as the look on his godfather’s face went from composed to furious in a matter of seconds.

“Who?” 

“Sirius, I…”

“WHO?!”

By this time, both Remus and Breanna had put their books down, and were carefully observing the “argument”.

“It’s our new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Umbridge. She’s quite generous when it comes to giving detentions. But mine’s really not that bad now. It barely hurts anymore...”

“That’s totally barbaric!? Moony, we have to…”

“Harry”, Remus interrupted his old friend with a worried look on his face, “What do you mean by ‘quite generous’?”

His heart practically skipped a beat when he felt his daughter shift uncomfortably, however it was Harry who answered.

“‘m quite sure half the Gryffindors have been to her office at least once by now. Even when you’re not really doing anything wrong, she’ll make up a ‘reasonable’ excuse…”

As Harry spoke, Breanna had unconsciously been pulling the sleeves of her jumper closer to her fingertips. Remus obviously noticed and made eye contact with Harry, nodding discreetly towards his daughter as if to ask if she too had… well… yeah? Harry closed his eyes, knowing full well how his friend wanted to hide her scars from her dad. It had taken hours of convincing before she had even let him, Ron and Hermione see, and he understood why she didn’t want Lupin to know. He did, however, not like the idea of lying to his former professor, and nodded slightly.

Remus closed his eyes looking simultaneously sad and angered, sat up straight and muttered “Bree?”

The young witch took a deep breath and was about to move away from her dad, but he was faster and quickly grabbed her hand. He was very gentle, but she flinched anyways, as her last detention had taken place only a week prior.

“Bree”, he repeated, “show me”

“Dad”, she mumbled quietly, “‘tis fine, don’t worry”

“Brianna!” His voice sounded far sterner now, “I’m serious. C’mere”

“No, I don’t want…”

“It’s not a question of whether or not you want to, Love”, Sirius explained before his friend could think of a response. “Show your dad.”

“But…”

“Bree”, Harry mumbled, “Just… just do it”

“No! I can handle it! Stop making it sound like I’m too weak to do so!”

She felt a tear escape her eye, and stood up to leave the room when Remus waved his wand and locked the door.

Taking yet another deep breath, his daughter turned around, made her way across the room, pulled her left sleeve up and slammed her scarred hand down on the table for the other three to see.

“There! You happy now?!”

A flood of tears were streaming down her face, as her dad, godfather and best friend leant closer and read seven deep-red, awful, heart wrenching words:

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 I must not defend filthy half breeds

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Remus put his head in his hands and stood up, while Sirius moved closer to his goddaughter and pulled her into a tight hug. Harry joined the embrace and comfortingly rubbed her back.

“why? Why Bree?”, her father whispered quietly, his voice barely audible.

“I… I couldn’t...She… sorry…” 

The usually calm, collected girl was completely lost for words. Shaking. She had no clue what to say, all she knew was that she had to let her dad know that she was sorry. Sorry for making him feel guilty. Sorry for causing him so much pain. Sorry for not being strong enough.

She walked over to him and noticed heavy, wet tears on his face too. Carefully she wrapped her arms around him, and together they sank down onto the cold floor. They sat there for what felt like hours before Remus finally spoke up, repeating his previous question.

“Why, darling?”

She met his sad gaze and collected her thoughts before quietly whispering “She keeps saying horrible things - pure lies - and she’s enjoying it. She’s throwing insults my way every chance she gets. If I don’t stand up and fight, everyone will think she’s right, and she’s not. Nothing will ever change unless someone works for it, and as soon as that someone backs down, they’ve lost. I’m not having that.”

He looks back at her, his eyes full of pride. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“You mean besides being the most phenomenal dad imaginable?”

He chuckled softly, ruffled her long hair and held his hand out. Breanna slowly placed her hand on her father’s and shifted her gaze towards the floor as he examined the neatly written letters. With a worried expression on his face, he grabbed his wand and moved it back and forth over the scars while quietly muttering a few carefully chosen words. The pain immediately became more endurable, and after putting his wand away the older wizard grabbed his daughter’s shoulders gently, and looked at her in a sad, yet determined way.

“Bree, as honourable as your intentions are, please don’t do this for me. I’m not going to tell you to back down, but if you’re going to keep it up, don’t let it…” He paused, trying to find the right words. “I can’t stand the thought of you getting injured because of me. I’m not wo…”

“Yes, you are! Stop saying that! I’ll be a bit more selective, if that’s what you want, but don’t you dare tell me not to fight for you. You are my dad, my only family, and there is not a single person on this planet less deserving of disrespect, insults and hate. Dad, you’re amazing, and I’m not letting her fool people into thinking you’re not.”

After a moment of silence, a quiet, “I still don’t like it…”, escaped his lips. 

“I know.” She sighed,  “That’s why I originally didn’t plan on telling you.”

Bree was fiddling with her fingers, not quite meeting her fathers warm gaze, when she suddenly sat up and said, “Let’s make a deal? I promise to choose my fights more wisely, and in return, you won’t blame yourself for the consequences of said choices? Sounds fair, doesn’t it?”

Her father sighed, but reluctantly answered, “Fine, as long as you promise me one more thing.”

“Hmm?”

“You won’t hide scars or pain from me ever again, no matter whether it’s physical or mental, okay? You’ll let me know, and let me help, always!”

She held her right hand out, her dad shook it and they shared a smile. This time, a true, pure one that actually reached their identically green eyes.

“Deal!”

~ L

Part 2 Oh, darling...

Masterlist

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A Challenge For Us All (defending jacob/andy barber x daughter!reader)

Summary: No part of life following Jacob’s accusation has been easy, but when  y/n experiences a heartbreak, Andy and Jacob are by her side. 

Warnings: a breakup, fighting/arguing, mentions of murder

Requested: No, one I’ve pulled from my Google Docs

A/N: y/n obvi = your name, y/n/n = your nickname, y/m/n = your middle name, there used to be an OC’s name in here, forgive me if I miss any

The evening sun was finally beginning to set. The stadium was still alive with the hoots and cheers of Newton fans, proud and giddy over a win at the first football game of the year. It was hot, since it was still August. Y/n tried to do all she could to soak it in. It was her first and last football game until after her brother’s trial - an event that had been looming all summer and was now upon them, just a few days away. It could be her last football game ever. If, God forbid, her brother were to be found guilty, she’d lose cheerleading forever. As heartbreaking as that would be, she didn’t care. She’d give up cheerleading any day if it meant keeping her baby brother safe. At least her coach had fought with the athletic director, principal, and parents of other cheerleaders, to let her stay on the squad this long.

Y/n slung her glittery royal blue cheer backpack over her shoulder and made for the boy’s locker rooms. She waited outside as players began to drift out. They were all damp - some from showers, some still from sweat. Finally, Ty emerged. Ty, her boyfriend, the one person who didn’t look at y/n with suspicion or pity. She waved timidly. 

He walked over to her, unsure of where to start, how to begin. How do you tell the girl you love so much that you can’t be with her anymore? Ty knew his words, no matter how gentle, were going to destroy her.

“Hey,” Y/n said. Right about now was when Ty would normally slip his arm around her waist and lean in for a short kiss. He was alluring and mature like that, which Y/n liked. She couldn’t stand those couples that were all over each other in public, especially at school. When Ty didn’t go in for his usual greeting, worry immediately washed over Y/n’s face, though her smile attempted to mask it.

“Is everything okay?” Y/n asked after a moment of silence.

“No. Uh, y/n, listen…” Spit it out, you jerk, Ty thought. “My parents don’t want us to be together anymore.” The words struck Y/n like she’d just waltzed into an iron pole. Her stomach lurched and her blood seemed to thin. She knew her face was turning bright red as tears gathered in her chest and made their way to her eyes. She pursed her lips, trying to abate the tears for as long as possible. Not here, not now, she told herself. Not in front of all these people, though no one seemed to be paying any attention to them.

“Why would you tell me that, right here, right now?” she choked. Her tears were now brimming, unable to be restrained.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n, I-” Ty began, but she cut him off.

“No,” she commanded. “You’re just doing what you have to do, to protect yourself, right?” Tears began to spill. Her tone told Ty that the words, however true, were like poison coming from her mouth. That was exactly what his parents had said. They assumed everything about Ty’s future would be on the line if he continued to fraternize with the older sister of the accused murderer, though Ty’s parents pointedly left off the word “accused”.

“Y/n I-”

“It’s fine,” she shrugged, putting on a show of manufactured cheeriness, her red eyes and tears the only evidence of the sadness behind her anger. “I get it, really. I’ll leave you alone. Wouldn’t want anyone to get suspicious.”

“Of what?” Ty asks, turning to watch her walk away. She turns but keeps walking backwards.

“Exactly.”

There’s an awkward silence during the car ride home. Emma managed to wipe the last of her tears (for now, anyway) before getting in Andy’s Audi. She knew her eyes were probably red and her nose was stuffed up, but she figured appearing calm would at least let her get safely away from the football stadium, maybe even up to her bedroom to be alone.

If only she were that lucky. Her dad had barely put the car in park before speaking.

“Go change and then come downstairs, please.” She nodded and went inside, her father not far behind her. Her mother noticed right away. She always noticed; you couldn’t hide the tell-tale signs of crying from Laurie Barber. She’d had too much experience dealing with crying, upset children. Y/n said nothing as she walked by so fast Laurie barely had time to decide what to say to her. Laurie looked at Andy as he shut the door behind him. They communicated in only looks, hers saying What the heck is going on? and his saying Don’t question it yet, I’ve got it.

“I told her to go change and come right back down,” Andy said. He gripped the edge of the counter and Laurie set down her mug of tea to busy herself with making her daughter a cup. The tea bag is still steeping when Y/n comes down the stairs, her hair still up but now sans hairbow. She wore a soft, slouchy tee shirt and a pair of running shorts.

“Sit down, honey,” Andy told his daughter, though the girl standing in front of him was nothing like the Y/N Y/M/N Barber he’d known a year ago. Y/n sat on the kitchen bar chair closest to her parents.

“What happened?” he asked. Y/n licked her lips and trained her eyes on the ground. Tears began to well in her eyes again. She wasn’t just angry and upset. She was scared; scared to tell her parents that another person was gone from their lives as a result of Jacob’s accusation. It would rip them apart. They were already so distraught that Jacob couldn’t go to school or play baseball. They didn’t need this on their plates as well.

“Is it something with cheerleading?” Laurie asked. Y/n shook her head.

“A friend? Did someone say or do something?” Andy added. Y/n sat still.

“Y/n, we can’t-”

“Ty broke up with me.” Y/n’s words rushed out, desperate to stop her father from the “we can’t help if we don’t know” speech.

“What? Why? What did he say?” Laurie interrogated.

“He, he said he just didn’t want to be in a relationship anymore.” Y/n shrugged.

“You’re lying,” Andy stated matter-of-factly.

“Andy!”

“No, she’s lying. I’m an attorney, y/n/n. Did you think you could get a lie past me?” Andy sympathetically reaches his hand out and rests it on her cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth soothingly. Y/n’s whole body becomes racked with sobs, unable to hide her pure anguish any longer. Ty hadn’t just been a boyfriend. He’d been her best friend. She took a risk dating him. She knew if things didn’t end well, she’d lose a boyfriend and her best friend. She had no idea it could ever come crashing down like this.

Andy envelops her, pulling her into his chest. He wanted nothing more than to be able to hold her until the pain stopped, until she could be her old self again. Andy feared she would never be her old self ever again.

“Ty did break up with you, but that wasn’t his reason, was it?” Y/n shook her head.

“Was it because of me?” Andy let go of Y/n so she could turn her head toward the source of the question. Jacob stood on the bottom step. Y/n tried to sit up straighter, look more brave than she felt. She took being the big, brave older sister very seriously.

“It’s not your fault, Jake. You didn’t do anything wrong. People are just…”

“So it was because of me.”

“Jake, don’t-” Y/n began, cut off by the pounding of Jacob’s feet on the stairs, retreating back to his room. She slid off the chair and raced after him. She couldn’t let him blame himself for her failed relationship.

“Jake! Y/n!” Andy called.

“Let them work it out for a few minutes.” Andy took a deep breath and stayed where he was.

Y/n hadn’t caught up with Jacob before he slammed his bedroom door shut. He hadn’t locked it, so she let herself inside and locked the door behind her. She didn’t want her parents right now and she knew Jake didn’t either. Jacob sat on his bed. Jacob never made noise when he cried. Tears just spilled, like they were right then. Y/n sat next to him.

“Jake. Please. This is not your fault.” Y/n pleaded.

“Yes, it is. If I had just-”

“Just what?” Y/n asked. “Not tried to see if your classmate was okay? Not gotten into arguments with him when he was a jerk to you? You had no idea any of this would- could, even happen. So stop blaming yourself.” The siblings looked in one another’s eyes.

“It’s gonna be okay, Jake.”

“How can you be sure?”

“I can’t. All I can promise is that I’m by your side no matter what.” Y/n took her brother's hand and interlaced their fingers. It had been a long time since they’d been so affectionate with one another. As little kids they were always hugging and kissing, but that had worn off years ago. With nothing much else left to say, they sat in silence for a few minutes. Their breaths evened out, their shudders and sniffles quieting. A few more minutes passed. Y/n stood and unlocked the door, waving for Jacob to follow her. She hadn’t eaten dinner, after all, and now that her grief was somewhat subdued, hunger was setting in. Andy and Laurie were both surprised and relieved when their children came down the stairs, seemingly happy. It seemed it would be the last time they would see them like that for days.

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@xdaughter-of-bloodyfacex​ || meme || accepting “You don’t have to say anything, but I’m here if you need me.”

Bill let out a shuddering breath and nodded his head. He didn’t know when this had become a habit for the two of them, but it had and he could count on Effie to find him up on the roof if he had been feeling down or he couldn’t be found anywhere else. They had sat out on each other’s rooftops several times now, just talking to each other about what was bothering them or giving each other a distraction. Right now, he wasn’t really sure what he wanted.

He shrugged his shoulders, adjusting himself so that she could settle down next to him. “I duh-don’t really want to t-talk about it,” the boy muttered. With a sigh he ran his hand through his hair, a self-soothing gesture that rarely seemed to work. “I j-just wish I could sleep.” It had been several days since he had last been able to.

[rustys-lodge]

Hiii could u possibly write something about a little sister reader with sam and Dean? Maybe reader graduated highschool and the brothers are just so proud. When they called the readers name they screamed the loudest

Warnings : none, except if you're scared of pure fluff. And being lifted in the air by a loving father figure.

A/N : We're going to call this character Lily, alright ? We can't be your naming her all the time. Also can we talk about this perfect gif ?

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"Come on, it's our turn."

With trembling feet, you stood up from your seat and followed your friend over to the stand, along with your other classmates, where stood 5 of your teachers as well as the director of your school.

You glanced over at the crowd, taking in the smiles and the claps of your best friends. And the sudden frantic claps of your idiot brothers. You would gasp, but you were standing in front of hundreds of people. And even though you could not control the sudden white wash that flooded your face, you tried your best to keep looking normal and collected.

"Lily Winchester."

Once it was your turn, your name erupted through the speakers. And sudden shouts of happiness filled the space.

"GO LILLYYY"

"WOO"

Oh my god....You knew this was going to happen...Of course they wouldn't listen to you.

As your face reddenned a deeper color, you quickened your pace walking down the stand, pursing your lips as to not spit out the most forbidden words at your joyfull looking brothers.

"You..idiots had to embar-"

Your scolding was interrupted by a sudden embrace, and you found yourself watching people fly by as you were swinging in the air.

"You did it, you annoying little monkey."

A set of lips jabbed your cheek before you're fully let go. And you couldn't stop yourself from smiling. But you still rolled your eyes at him.

"Whatever."

With a deep breath in, you turned around to take in the scene, watching as applause filled the room once again. Good energy roamed around. Specifically around y-

A tap on your shoulder snapped you back to life. You turned around to find yourself, yet again embraced tightly.

"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. You did it." Sam whispered in your ear. And you kissed his neck in response, wrapping your arms around his back.

As flashbacks of the past few months rushed back, your fingers reflexively gripped Sam's back tighter. It's been hard. Really hard, on all of you, having to stay in the same place while being enemies with a lot of people around.

Sam and Dean having to leave you multiple times to go on weekly trips.

And most importantly, being a hunter/apprentice who had to wake up at 7am to get ready for school, and go home as late as 3am after a hunt.

Yeah. It's been hard.

You pulled away from Sam, flashing him a reassuring smile as you noticed a change in his own mood.

"Alright. Let's go home now."

"Uh..." You spun around, your eyes pivoting from Sam to Dean and then once again to Sam.

You were supposed to go out with your friends. How-why would he suddenly change his mind ?You pleadingly frowned your eyebrows, causing a chuckle to escape Sam's lips.

"He's just playing with you, sweetheart." Your shoulders slouched. Go."

Your shoulders slouched forward in annoyance.

He always gets you.

"Alright, i'll see you later, Sammy."

The latter chuckled lightly. "Have fuun."

As you turned on your heels, you glanced back over your shoulder, flashing Dean an eye-squinting dramatic glare.

"Home by 11, kid."

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Is there a remedy agaisnt one's own cringy endings ? Not sure. Anyways, hope yall enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it. Xoxo ❤️❤️❤️⚘️⚘️⚘️

[imclearlyadoc-moved]

Continued from here. 

@xdaughter-of-bloodyfacex​

      Thredson  stands  in  the  doorway  to  his  at-home  office,  one  hand  still  hovering  near  the  lamp  chain.  The  light  leaves  a  yellow  tinge  to  all  it  touches,  including  the  lines  on  his  face…  etched  with  disappointment.  Disappointed  but  not  at  all  surprised.  Was  she  rifling  through  his  papers  like  a  child  looking  for  something  to  play  with?  No,  she’s  far  too  old  now.  His  guesses  range  from  looking  for  cigarettes,  some  sort  of  hidden  liquor,  or  perhaps  the  key  to  the  basement.  The  last  is  far  more  sinister  than  the  others  and  despite  years  of  lectures  on  why  he  simply  won’t  allow  her  to  smoke,  he  would  much  rather  her  ruin  her  lungs  at  the  end  of  the  day  than  venture  where  she  is  absolutely  forbidden.  He  will  never  consider  himself  selfish  when  it  comes  to  his  child…  just  cautious.  Thredson  knows  where  the  true  danger  lies,  and  it  isn’t  at  the  bottom  of  a  Hennessy.  Oliver  won’t  admit  to  failure  or  simply  giving  up  either…  but  neither  will  she.  Elizabeth  has  a  particular  habit  of  wearing  him  down  slowly.  Eventually,  smoking  and  drinking  being  a  fine  example,  he  lets  her  have  ground…  keeping  what  is  vitally  important  out  of  her  reach.  

        No,  she  hadn’t  listened  often,  even  as  a  toddler.  “It’s  time  to  start,  Elizabeth.”  His  tone  makes  it  clear  that  she  is  to  stop  whatever  it  is  she’s  doing.  He  wouldn’t  put  it  past  her  to  simply  continue  on  while  she  parries  his  words  away  mentally.  She’s  just  like  her  mother.  She’s  just  like  him.  

        “Why  is  it  that  you  seem  to  think  my  working  late  is  an  opportunity  to  throw  all  caution  to  the  wind?  I’m  telling  you  now,  Effie,  you  are  going  to  get  yourself  into  trouble  one  day.  Start  listening  now.”  Rather  than  when  it’s  too  late.  Her  courage  is  bound  to  put  her  in  nasty  and  maybe  even  brutal  situations  out  in  the  world.  Thredson  is  under  the  impression  he’s  sheltered  her  enough.  

[deliciousfear]

"Yes? I mean, how would you metaphorically kill someone?” He questions, brows raised as he lets the cigarette smoke pool out from between his lips. One hazel, and one blue eye darting up to look at the other as if he were not sure how he could have been anymore clear. 

         “What? You’ve never killed anyone?”

@xdaughter-of-bloodyfacex​ // closed.

[a-daevilhorns]

💘          𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝙰𝚁𝙴   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂   𝙻𝙴𝚅𝙸   𝚂𝙰𝚈𝚂   “  𝙸   𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴   𝚈𝙾𝚄  “   𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚃   𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈   𝚂𝙰𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙸𝚃   ?          @xdaughter-of-bloodyfacex.

touch   is   his   biggest   love   language.        this   doesn’t   only   apply   to   romantic   relationships      ,      but   friendships   as   well.        whether   it   be   touching   hands      ,      resting   his   head   on   them      ,      or   simply   placing   his   hand   on   their   back   or   shoulder      ————      it’s   his   way   of   showing   care.        a   tell   tale   sign   he   has   no   interest   in   you   as   a   person   is   by   not   being   physically   in   your   business.        but   he’s   also   very   much   a   “  text   me   when   you   get   home  “   type   of   person      ,      the   person   to   send   the   other   songs   or   making   them   mixtapes   /   playlists.        he   isn’t   always   the   best   with   words      ,      but   these   are   the   main   ways   he   will   show   his   love   without   even   a   shred   of   embarrassment.