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Can we get a Styles-Swift reader! imagine in honor of Liam Payne?
Steady Hands in the Storm
Pairing: Harry Styles x daughter!reader
Genre: slight angst into fluff
Warnings: kinda a heavy one but it has a happy ending
A/N YALL IM BACK
Word Count: 7,243
The house was unusually quiet. The kind of silence that feels heavy, pressing down on every surface. You sat at the kitchen table, absentmindedly stirring a spoon through your cup of tea. It had gone cold a while ago, but you hadn’t noticed. Not really. All your focus was on your father, who was sitting across from you.
He was hunched over, elbows on the table, his head in his hands. His curls looked messier than usual, like he hadn’t bothered to tame them today. You’d noticed the little things over the past few days—the way he moved slower, the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes anymore. Even the way his voice sounded softer, like the energy had drained out of him.
You knew why, of course. The news had hit everyone hard. Liam Payne, your dad’s former bandmate, had passed away unexpectedly. And even though it had been years since One Direction had been a band, those boys were still family to him. Losing Liam felt like losing a part of himself.
“Dad,” you said softly, your voice barely breaking the stillness.
He didn’t look up, but you saw his shoulders tense slightly.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse.
You sighed, setting your spoon down with a soft clink. You knew him well enough to understand that he wasn’t trying to shut you out. He just didn’t know how to put what he was feeling into words.
So, you decided to try a different approach.
“Do you remember that time Liam came over for Christmas when I was, like, six?” you said, leaning back in your chair. “He spent the whole day teaching me how to do a handstand in the living room. Mum was furious because we kept knocking over the decorations.”
That got a small huff of a laugh out of your dad, though he still didn’t lift his head.
“I thought she was going to banish him from the house forever,” you added with a grin.
“He kept apologizing every five minutes,” your dad muttered, finally looking up. His green eyes were red-rimmed, and you could tell he hadn’t slept much. “But then he’d just… try again. Said you were getting better every time.”
You smiled softly, nodding. “I did get better. All because of him.”
The room fell quiet again, but it didn’t feel as heavy this time. You could see your dad’s shoulders relax a little, his hands falling to rest on the table.
“He was so good with you,” Harry said after a moment. “Always patient. Always kind.”
You reached across the table, placing your hand over his. “He loved you, Dad. All of you. I think you meant as much to him as he did to you.”
Your dad swallowed hard, his jaw clenching as he tried to keep his emotions in check.
“It just… it doesn’t feel real,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “I keep thinking I’ll wake up and… and he’ll call or text, and it’ll all have been some kind of awful dream.”
You squeezed his hand gently. “I know. But he wouldn’t want you to carry this alone. You’ve always told me that grief is lighter when you share it.”
He gave you a faint smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes but was a start.
“Why are you so wise for a teenager?” he asked, his voice tinged with warmth.
You shrugged, trying to keep the mood light. “I get it from Mum. Obviously.”
That earned you a soft chuckle, and for a moment, it felt like the cloud hanging over the room lifted just a little.
Over the next few days, you made it your mission to help your dad through his grief, even if he didn’t realize it. It was little things at first—making sure he ate, suggesting you watch one of Liam’s favorite movies together, or putting on some music to fill the silence.
But as time went on, you noticed that your dad seemed to be retreating into himself more. He’d spend hours in his studio, not working on anything, just sitting there with his guitar in his lap. You’d find him staring out the window, lost in thought, or holding his phone like he was waiting for a call that would never come.
It broke your heart to see him like this, so you decided to take a more direct approach.
One evening, you found him in the living room, staring at an old photo album. You sat down next to him without a word, leaning against his shoulder as you looked at the pictures. Most of them were from his One Direction days—grainy selfies, group shots from concerts, and candids of the boys goofing around backstage.
“Did you ever think those days would end?” you asked softly.
He shook his head. “Not really. We were so young, so caught up in it all. It felt like it would last forever.”
“But you’re still close,” you pointed out. “You and Louis talk all the time. And Niall sends those ridiculous videos that make you laugh so hard you cry.”
He smiled faintly at that. “Yeah. And Zayn… well, we’ve reconnected a bit over the years. It’s not the same as it was, but there’s still love there.”
You nodded, flipping the page to a picture of Liam holding a microphone, his face lit up with a big, toothy grin. “He’d be proud of you, you know. For everything you’ve done. For the way you’ve been there for everyone else, even when it’s hard for you.”
Your dad’s eyes filled with tears, and he quickly wiped them away, his hand trembling slightly.
“I just… I feel like I should’ve done more,” he admitted. “Checked in more often, made more of an effort to keep in touch. Maybe if I had, things would’ve been different.”
You shook your head firmly. “No, Dad. You can’t think like that. You loved him, and he knew that. Sometimes, life just… happens. It’s not anyone’s fault.”
He looked at you then, his eyes searching yours for some kind of reassurance. “How’d you get so good at this?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion.
“Years of listening to your music,” you teased, earning a watery laugh from him.
A few weeks later, your dad had a concert scheduled—a big one, with thousands of fans waiting to see him. You weren’t sure if he was ready to perform, but he insisted that the show must go on.
That night, as you stood backstage, you could feel the nervous energy radiating off him. He kept pacing, running his hands through his hair and mumbling to himself.
“Dad,” you said, stepping in front of him to stop his pacing. “You’ve got this.”
He looked down at you, his green eyes wide and uncertain. “What if I break down in the middle of it? What if I can’t do it?”
“You will,” you said confidently. “Because you’re doing this for him. And because he’d want you to.”
He took a deep breath, nodding slowly. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right.”
As the lights dimmed and the crowd erupted into cheers, your dad turned to you one last time. “Stay close, yeah?”
“Always,” you promised.
The concert started off strong, with your dad pouring his heart into every song. The crowd loved him, cheering and singing along to every word. But it wasn’t until halfway through the set that he finally addressed the elephant in the room.
“This next one…” he began, his voice shaking slightly. “This next one is for someone very special to me. Someone who’s no longer with us, but who will always be a part of my heart.”
The stadium fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in.
“I miss you, mate,” he said softly, his voice cracking. “This one’s for you.”
He started to play, his voice raw with emotion as he sang a song he’d written just for Liam. The lyrics were beautiful, filled with love and pain and memories of the friendship they’d shared. By the time he finished, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house—including yours.
When he walked off stage, you were there waiting for him, your arms open wide. He pulled you into a tight hug, holding on like you were his lifeline.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with gratitude. “For everything.”
You smiled against his shoulder, tears streaming down your face. “Always, Dad. Always.”
In that moment, you knew that while the pain of losing Liam would never fully go away, your dad would be okay. Because he wasn’t alone. He had you, and he had the love and memories of a bond that could never be broken.
taylors daughter and auntie blake lively spending time together (i saw taylor with blakes kids at the side of the stage now i cant get over how THERE AUNT IS BASICALLY TAYLOR SWIFT)
Unpaid Babysitter
PAIRING: Blake Livey/Ryan Reynolds x styles-swift!reader
GENRE: fluff
SUMMARY: exactly what the request says lol
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"Morning, sweetie," Taylor greets you as you enter the kitchen. She’s standing at the stove, flipping pancakes like a pro. "You sleep well?"
"Morning, Mom," you say, wrapping your arms around her in a warm hug. "I did, thanks. What’s on the agenda today?"
Taylor turns to you with a smile, her blue eyes twinkling with a mixture of love and excitement. "Well, I’ve got some work to do, but I thought you might like to spend the day with Blake and the kids. They’ve been asking about you."
Your heart skips a beat at the thought. Blake Lively had always been like a second mom to you. She was warm, funny, and had this way of making you feel like you were the most important person in the world whenever you were around her. Plus, spending time with her Jaymes, Inez, and Betty was always a blast.
"I’d love that!" you exclaim, grabbing a pancake off the stack Taylor had just finished. "Are they expecting me?"
"Blake’s excited to see you. She said Ryan’s been on his best behavior too—well, as best as he can manage," Taylor adds with a laugh.
You chuckle at the mention of Ryan. He was always the life of the party, with his sarcastic humor and endless jokes. The thought of spending the day with him and Blake was enough to get you bouncing on your toes with excitement.
Taylor smiled, happy to see you so eager. "Good. I’ll drop you off on my way to the studio. Go get ready."
You hurried back upstairs, quickly throwing on a comfortable outfit—something that could handle the inevitable roughhousing that came with spending time with the Reynolds kids. You glanced at yourself in the mirror, running a brush through your hair before giving yourself a nod of approval. Ready.
Back downstairs, Taylor was already by the door, car keys in hand. "Let’s go, kiddo."
The drive to Blake and Ryan’s place wasn’t long, and Taylor chatted about her plans for the day. Even though she was your mom and, to the outside world, this larger-than-life superstar, she never made you feel overshadowed. She was just your mom, and you were her kid. As you pulled up to the Reynolds’ house, Taylor gave you a smile that made you feel warm all over.
"Have fun today, okay? Call me if you need anything."
"I will, Mom. Love you."
"Love you too, sweetie."
You hopped out of the car, waving as Taylor drove off. The front door to the Reynolds’ house opened before you even reached it, and Blake stepped out, a big grin on her face.
"There’s my favorite honorary child!" she exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. Blake’s hugs were legendary—warm, strong, and filled with so much affection that you felt like you could stay wrapped up in them forever.
"Hi, Blake!" you said, squeezing her back. "I’ve missed you!"
"We’ve missed you too! The kids have been bouncing off the walls since they found out you were coming over." She released you from the hug but kept a comforting hand on your shoulder as she led you inside. The house smelled like home—something sweet baking in the oven, and the familiar scent of the Reynolds' family life.
As soon as you walked in, chaos ensued. James, the eldest of the Reynolds kids, barreled toward you with the energy of a freight train, nearly knocking you over as she threw her arms around you. Inez was right behind her, tugging on your hand, demanding your attention, while little Betty hung back shyly, her eyes wide with excitement.
"Y/N!" Jaymes shouted, pulling you toward the living room. "Come play with us! We were just about to start a game!"
You barely had time to say hello before being dragged into the whirlwind that was the Reynolds’ household. Blake laughed, shaking her head as she watched her kids swarm around you. "Looks like you’re going to be busy for a while."
You grinned at her, already feeling at home. "Wouldn’t have it any other way."
The next few hours flew by in a blur of laughter, games, and snacks. The kids were relentless, but you loved every second of it. You played hide and seek, built pillow forts, and even had a dance party in the living room. Jaymes was the self-proclaimed DJ, picking out Taylor’s songs to dance to, which made you feel even more at home.
Eventually, Blake joined in, dancing and laughing alongside you and the kids. Her energy was contagious, and it wasn’t long before you were all collapsed on the couch, out of breath but still smiling.
It was then that Ryan made his grand entrance, sauntering into the room with an exaggerated swagger. "Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite unpaid babysitter," he quipped, winking at you.
"Nice to see you too, Ryan," you shot back, rolling your eyes with a grin. Ryan was always full of jokes, but you loved his sense of humor.
He flopped down on the couch next to Blake, who was still catching her breath from the impromptu dance party. "So, what’s on the agenda for the rest of the day? Scaring off potential boyfriends? Pranking Blake? Or my personal favorite—getting the kids to gang up on you in a water balloon fight?"
"Hey!" Blake protested, giving Ryan a playful shove. "No water balloons in the house!"
Ryan feigned shock, putting a hand to his chest. "Who said anything about inside the house? That’s what the yard is for!"
You laughed, shaking your head at their banter. "I think I’m good with whatever you’ve got planned, as long as I get to hang out with you guys."
Ryan raised an eyebrow. "Careful what you wish for, kiddo."
The rest of the day was a perfect mix of chaos and calm. You spent hours playing with the kids, who adored you like an older sibling.
Later in the afternoon, Blake suggested making cookies, and you found yourself in the kitchen, surrounded by flour, chocolate chips, and three very eager little helpers. Ryan insisted on wearing an apron that read "Kiss the Cook," despite Blake’s eye roll, and took charge of taste-testing the cookie dough.
"Isn’t it supposed to go on the baking sheet?" you teased as Ryan popped another spoonful of dough into his mouth.
He gave you a mock serious look. "I’m just making sure it’s safe for the kids to eat. It’s a public service, really."
Blake snorted, shaking her head as she helped Betty measure out sugar. "Sure, and I’m the Queen of England."
"Your Majesty," Ryan said with a bow, earning a giggle from Betty and a playful smack from Blake.
Once the cookies were in the oven, you all gathered around the kitchen island, munching on the leftover dough and talking about everything and nothing. It was easy, being here with them. It felt like family.
Blake must have noticed the content look on your face because she reached over and squeezed your hand. "You know you’re always welcome here, right? You’re part of this crazy family too."
You smiled at her, warmth blossoming in your chest. "Thanks, Blake. That means a lot."
Ryan chimed in, a grin on his face. "Yeah, and if Taylor ever gets tired of you, you’ve got a spot here. Though fair warning, we’ll put you to work."
"Good thing I’m used to it," you joked, and everyone laughed.
As the afternoon turned into evening, the chaos of the day slowly wound down. After dinner, which was filled with more laughter and Ryan’s terrible dad jokes, the kids started to get sleepy. You helped Blake get them ready for bed, reading them stories and tucking them in.
When you finally made your way back downstairs, you found Ryan and Blake sitting together on the couch, looking relaxed and content. Ryan glanced up as you entered, patting the space next to him. "Come join us. We’re about to put on a movie that’s probably too old for the kids but perfect for us."
You settled in between them, feeling a sense of belonging that made your heart swell. As the movie played, you found yourself leaning against Blake, her arm draped around your shoulders. Ryan kept up his usual commentary, making snarky remarks about the movie that had you both in stitches.
It was late when the movie ended, but none of you seemed in a hurry to move. Blake sighed contentedly, giving you a gentle squeeze. "I’m so glad you came over today, Y/N. It’s been a while since we’ve all had a day like this."
"Me too," you agreed, stifling a yawn. "Thanks for letting me crash here."
"Crash anytime," Ryan said, his voice softening from its usual playful tone. "Seriously, kid, you’re always welcome."
You nodded, feeling your eyelids grow heavy. It wasn’t long before you were dozing off, nestled between Blake and Ryan, who exchanged a fond look over your head.
When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself tucked into the guest bed, the morning light streaming in through the window. You stretched, a smile tugging at your lips as you remembered the day before. It had been perfect—a day filled with love, laughter, and the comfort of knowing you had another family who cared about you just as much as your own.
As you made your way downstairs, you heard the familiar sounds of breakfast being made. Blake was at the stove, flipping pancakes much like Taylor had been yesterday morning, while Ryan was trying—and failing—to keep the kids from sneaking bites of bacon off the plate.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Blake greeted you with a warm smile. "How’d you sleep?"
"Like a rock," you admitted, grabbing a piece of bacon despite Ryan’s mock protest. "Thanks for letting me stay over."
"Anytime," Blake said, handing you a plate of pancakes. "Now, dig in. We’ve got a big day ahead."
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What’s the plan?"
Ryan grinned, winking at you. "Let’s just say it involves a lot of fun and possibly a little bit of trouble."
You laughed, knowing that whatever they had planned, it was going to be another day to remember. As you sat down at the table, surrounded by the Reynolds family, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky. You had a mom who loved you, and you had this amazing extended family who made you feel like you belonged.
And as you looked around the table,
you knew that no matter where life took you, you’d always have a home here—with Taylor, with Blake and Ryan, and with these wonderful, chaotic kids who adored you as much as you adored them.
You spent the rest of the day exactly as Ryan had promised—having fun and getting into just the right amount of trouble. There were more games, more laughter, and even a surprise trip to the park, where Ryan insisted on showing off his "superior" playground skills, only to be outdone by James in a race to the top of the monkey bars.
Blake captured it all on her phone, sending the videos to Taylor, who replied with laughing emojis and messages about how much she wished she could join in. You knew she was busy, but it still made you feel warm inside to know she was thinking about you.
As the day wound down, and it was time for you to head back home, Blake and Ryan walked you to the door, the kids trailing behind with reluctant goodbyes.
"Come back soon, okay?" Blake said, pulling you into one last hug.
"Promise," you replied, hugging her tightly. "Thanks for everything."
Ryan ruffled your hair as you turned to him. "Take care, kiddo. And remember, if you ever need to escape, our door’s always open."
You smiled, nodding. "I’ll remember."
With one last wave to the kids, you headed out the door and into the car where Taylor was waiting. As you drove away, you glanced back at the house, feeling a pang of bittersweet emotion. You’d miss them, but you knew you’d be back soon.
Taylor reached over and squeezed your hand, her eyes on the road ahead. "Have a good time?"
"The best," you said, leaning back in your seat. "Thanks for letting me go, Mom."
"Of course, sweetie. I’m glad you had fun."
You smiled, closing your eyes as the car hummed softly beneath you. You were lucky, you realized—not just for the amazing day you’d had, but for the people in your life who made every day special. As you drove away, you knew that no matter what, you were surrounded by love.
Hi! I was wondering if you could write something with Sebastian Stan x Daughter!Reader where Sebastian brings her to work with him
Magic of Movies
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x teen!daughter!reader
Genre: Fluff
Summary: i suck at summaries but its just exactly what the request says lol
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The bright Los Angeles sun is already high in the sky when your dad drives through the studio gates. The bustling world of a movie set awaits you, and you can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness.
As you pull up to the lot, you notice a mix of trailers, equipment trucks, and crew members moving purposefully around. The air buzzes with energy and anticipation. Sebastian parks the car and turns to you, a warm smile on his face.
“You ready for this, kiddo?” he asks, his blue eyes twinkling with excitement.
You nod eagerly. “Definitely. This is so cool, Dad!”
He laughs and ruffles your hair. “I’m glad you think so. Just remember, it can get a bit chaotic, but it’s all part of the magic.”
You step out of the car and follow him, taking in everything around you. The set is like a miniature city, with people rushing to and fro, each person focused on their specific task. You see camera crews setting up equipment, costume designers fussing over outfits, and actors going over their lines. It’s a whirlwind of activity, and you’re fascinated by every detail.
Sebastian leads you through the maze of trailers and set pieces, greeting various crew members along the way. Everyone seems to know him, and it’s clear he’s well-liked. You feel a surge of pride knowing your dad is such an integral part of this world.
As you walk, he points out different aspects of the set, explaining their purpose. “That’s the director’s tent,” he says, gesturing to a large structure with monitors and equipment. “They’ll be watching everything from there, making sure the shots look good.”
You nod, trying to absorb as much information as possible.
As you reach a large soundstage, Sebastian leads you inside. The transition from the bright sunlight to the dimly lit interior is jarring, but your eyes quickly adjust. The space is filled with elaborate sets that transport you into another world. You can hardly believe this is where the magic happens.
“Wow,” you whisper, looking around in awe. “This is amazing.”
Sebastian grins, clearly enjoying your reaction. “I knew you’d like it. Come on, I’ll introduce you to some people.”
“Hey, everyone,” Sebastian calls out, drawing their attention. “This is my daughter, Y/N. She’s visiting the set today.”
The actors turn to you, their expressions friendly and welcoming. You feel a little shy under their scrutiny, but you manage a smile and a wave.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” one of them says, extending a hand. “I’m Jack. Your dad’s told us a lot about you.”
You shake his hand, feeling a bit more at ease. “Nice to meet you too. It’s so cool to see everything up close.”
The others introduce themselves, and you find yourself relaxing more and more. They treat you like one of their own, making jokes and sharing stories about working with your dad. You can’t help but feel like you’re part of this big, extended family.
After a while, Sebastian takes you over to the director, a woman with a kind smile and an intense focus. She’s surrounded by monitors, watching the latest takes with a critical eye.
“Hey, Sarah,” Sebastian says, tapping her on the shoulder. “I want you to meet my daughter, Y/N."
Sarah turns and smiles warmly at you. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. Your dad’s a great guy, and an amazing actor. We’re lucky to have him.”
You blush, feeling proud. “Thanks. It’s really cool to see everything you do here. I’ve always wondered what it’s like behind the scenes.”
Sarah nods, her expression thoughtful. “It’s a lot of hard work, but it’s also incredibly rewarding. There’s nothing quite like seeing a story come to life.”
You spend the next few hours exploring the set with your dad, meeting more people and learning about their roles. You even get to watch a few scenes being filmed, and you’re amazed by how much effort goes into each shot. Every detail, from the lighting to the sound, is meticulously crafted to create the perfect scene.
At one point, you find yourself alone with your dad, sitting in a quiet corner of the set. He looks at you with a smile, a mixture of pride and affection in his eyes.
“So, what do you think?” he asks, leaning back in his chair.
“I think it’s incredible,” you reply, your eyes wide with excitement. “I had no idea how much work goes into making a movie. It’s like a whole different world.”
Sebastian nods, his expression thoughtful. “It is. And it’s a world I’m really passionate about. I’m glad you got to see it firsthand.”
You smile, feeling a surge of warmth and connection with your dad. “Me too. Thanks for bringing me here, Dad. It means a lot.”
He reaches out and squeezes your hand. “Of course, kiddo. I’m glad you’re here. And who knows? Maybe one day you’ll be part of this world too.”
You feel a spark of excitement at the thought. “Maybe. I think I’d like that.”
The day continues, and you find yourself immersed in the magic of filmmaking. You watch as your dad transforms into his character. You see the work between the cast and crew, the way they support each other and work together to create something amazing.
As the day comes to an end, you find yourself feeling a little sad to leave. You’ve fallen in love with the world of movies, and you’re already looking forward to your next visit.
On the drive home, you and your dad talk about the day’s events, sharing your favorite moments and memories. You feel a deep sense of gratitude for the opportunity to see your dad in his element, and for the chance to be part of something so special.
“Dad,” you say quietly, looking over at him. “I had an amazing time today. Thank you for bringing me.”
Sebastian smiles, his eyes filled with pride and love. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Y/N/N. You’re always welcome on set. And who knows? Maybe you’ll be the one behind the camera one day.”
You smile, feeling a spark of excitement at the thought. “Maybe. I think I’d like that.”
As you pull into the driveway, you feel a sense of contentment and joy. Today was a day you’ll never forget, a day that brought you closer to your dad and opened your eyes to a world of possibilities.
You know that whatever path you choose, you’ll have the love and support of your dad, and that’s all you need to face whatever comes your way.
As you head inside, you can’t help but smile. You know for a fact that with your dad by your side, you’re ready for anything.
Hii! Can you do Tom holland x sister!Reader (she\her) where she gets a boyfriend who’s been her best friend for a long time and Tom kinda lashes out when she tells him bc he’s never had to deal with this before and they both have a little heart to heart talk and just a lot of fluff 🤗
Come Around to It
Pairing: Tom Holland x sister!reader
Genre: Angst -> fluff
Summary: You need to have an important conversation with your oldest brother, Tom. Things don't go as smoothly as you would have hoped, but luckily for you Tom is the best big brother in the world.
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You’re sitting on the edge of your bed, nervously twisting a ring around your finger. Tom’s laughter echoes from downstairs, probably watching one of those comedy specials he loves. You glance at the time on your phone and feel your heart race. It’s now or never, you think to yourself.
You stand up and smooth out the creases in your shirt.
"Alright, here goes nothing,” you mutter, taking a deep breath. You walk out of your room and head downstairs, each step feeling heavier than the last.
Tom is sprawled out on the couch, his head thrown back in laughter. The sight makes you smile; your brother’s laughter is infectious, and for a moment, your nerves ease up. But then you remember why you’re here, and your stomach knots up again.
“Hey, Tom,” you call out, trying to sound casual.
He turns his head, still chuckling. “Hey, kiddo! What’s up?” His smile is warm and inviting, and you almost forget why you were nervous in the first place.
“Can we talk? It’s kind of important,” you say, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.
Tom sits up, his expression turning serious. “Yeah, of course. What’s going on?” He pats the space next to him on the couch.
You sit down and take another deep breath. “Okay, so… I have something to tell you. And I really hope you won’t freak out.”
Tom raises an eyebrow, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Alright, you’re scaring me a bit. What’s the big news?”
You bite your lip and then blurt it out. “I’m dating someone. And it’s… it’s Chris.”
Tom’s eyes widen, and for a moment, he just stares at you. You watch as a range of emotions flickers across his face: surprise, confusion, and something else you can’t quite place.
“Chris? As in your best friend Chris?” His voice is a little louder, a little sharper than usual.
“Yeah,” you nod, trying to keep your voice steady. “We’ve been best friends forever, and things just… kind of happened.”
Tom’s expression hardens, and he stands up, running a hand through his hair. “And you’re just telling me this now? How long has this been going on?”
“A few months,” you admit, your heart sinking. This isn’t going how you hoped it would.
“A few months?” Tom echoes, his voice rising. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? You’re my sister! I should’ve known!”
“I’m sorry, Tom,” you say, standing up as well. “I just… I wanted to make sure it was something real before telling anyone. And I was scared of how you’d react.”
Tom’s face is a mix of frustration and hurt. “Of course, you should’ve been scared! Chris is my friend too, and now everything’s going to be weird. Why couldn’t you just stay friends?”
“It’s not that simple,” you argue, feeling your own frustration building. “I can’t control who I have feelings for! And Chris makes me happy, Tom. Isn’t that what matters?”
Tom shakes his head, his jaw clenched. “I just… I never thought I’d have to deal with this. It’s like I’m losing you or something.”
“Losing me?” you repeat, taken aback. “Tom, you’re not losing me. I’m still your sister, and I always will be. I just… I have someone else in my life now who’s important to me too.”
Tom looks away, his shoulders slumping. “I get that, but it’s just… a lot to take in. You’ve always been my little sister, and now you’re growing up and… I don’t know, it feels weird.”
You step closer to him, your anger fading. “Tom, I get it. I really do. But I need you to trust me on this. Chris really is a good guy, and he cares about me. And I care about him.”
Tom sighs, rubbing his face with his hands. “I know that he's a good guy. I just… I worry about you. I always have.”
“I know you do,” you say softly, reaching out to touch his arm. “But I’m not a kid anymore. I need to make my own choices and my own mistakes.”
Tom looks at you, his eyes softening. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I know, and I appreciate that,” you say with a small smile. “But I’m happy, Tom. Really happy. And I want you to be happy for me too.”
Tom lets out a long breath and then pulls you into a hug. “I’m sorry for freaking out. I just… I need some time to get used to this.”
You hug him back, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “Take all the time you need. Just don’t hate me or Sam, okay?”
Tom chuckles, ruffling your hair. “I could never hate you, kiddo. And I’ll try to be cool with Chris. For you.”
You smile, feeling a surge of relief and gratitude. “Thanks, Tom. That means a lot to me.”
He pulls back and gives you a serious look. “But if he hurts you, I’m coming for him. Just so you know.”
You laugh, rolling your eyes. “Noted. But I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that.”
Tom grins, and for the first time since you started this conversation, you feel like everything is going to be okay. You’re still a little nervous about what the future holds, but with Tom by your side, you know you can handle anything.
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A few days pass, and things start to settle down. Tom is still a little awkward around Chris, but he’s making an effort, and you appreciate that more than words can say. You and Chris try to keep things low-key around him, not wanting to push too hard too soon.
One evening, you find yourself sitting on the porch with Tom, enjoying the cool night air. The sky is clear, and the stars are bright, a perfect backdrop for the conversation you’ve been wanting to have.
“Tom,” you say quietly, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Yeah?” He turns to look at you, his expression open and relaxed.
“I just wanted to say thank you. For being so understanding. I know it wasn’t easy for you.”
Tom shrugs, a small smile on his lips. “It’s not that big a deal. I just needed a little time to get my head around it.”
You nod, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over you. “Still, it means a lot to me. I know this isn’t what you expected.”
Tom chuckles, shaking his head. “No, definitely not. But I guess that’s part of growing up, right? Learning to deal with the unexpected.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” you say, smiling. “It’s just… I want you to know that you’re always going to be my big brother. No matter what.”
Tom’s smile fades slightly, replaced by a more serious expression. “I know, and I appreciate that. I just… I don’t want to feel like I’m losing you.”
“You’re not,” you assure him, reaching out to take his hand. “You’re never going to lose me. I promise.”
Tom squeezes your hand, his eyes shining with emotion. “Thanks, sis. That means a lot.”
You sit in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s company. It’s moments like these that remind you how lucky you are to have Tom in your life. He may be overprotective and a little overbearing at times, but he’s also your biggest supporter and your best friend.
“Hey, how about we make a deal?” Tom says suddenly, breaking the silence.
“A deal?” you ask, curious.
“Yeah. How about we promise to always be honest with each other? No matter how tough it is or how much it might hurt.”
You smile, feeling a warm glow in your chest. “I’d like that. I promise to always be honest with you, Tom.”
Tom grins and pulls you into a hug. “And I promise to always be honest with you. No more secrets, okay?”
“Okay,” you agree, hugging him back.
You sit there for a while longer, just enjoying the moment. You know there will be challenges ahead and that things won’t always be easy. But with Tom by your side, you’re ready to face whatever comes your way.
And as you sit there, looking up at the stars, you feel a sense of peace and contentment that you haven’t felt in a long time. You’re not just siblings; you’re a team. And together, you can handle anything life throws at you.
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Later that night, you’re lying in bed, scrolling through your phone when you get a text from Chris.
“How did the talk with Tom go?”
You smile and type out a quick response. “It went well. He’s still getting used to the idea, but he’s coming around.”
A moment later, Chris replies. “I’m glad. I know it’s important to you.”
“It is,” you reply. “But so are you. And I’m really happy that we’re together.”
“Me too,” Chris responds with a heart emoji.
You smile and put your phone down, feeling a sense of happiness and contentment. Things may not always be perfect, but you know you have the love and support of the people who matter most to you. And that’s all you need to face whatever the future holds.
As you drift off to sleep, you think about how much things have changed
summary: one night while laying under the stars, you and luke begin to wonder what the stars have fated for your futures together.
warnings: really sappy, not proofread
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Seated on a quiet hillside overlooking the ocean, you and your long-term boyfriend shared dreams beneath the canvas of a star-studded sky. The night's serenity lent itself to discussions into the realm of shared futures.
“I might be crazy to say this, but do you ever wonder what our lives will be like once this is all over?” As you raised the question, you noticed Luke’s heartbeat deciding on a quicker pace within his chest that your head was resting on.
“What exactly do you mean by that? If you’re talking about any sort of future together then I’ll be the first to admit I’ve thought a little too much about how good Y/n Castellan sounds,” he says with a slight smirk.
“It does have a good ring to it, doesn't it?” you laughed along with him, “but i guess i more meant that once everything changes, or once we have to leave camp half-blood, what happens to us?”
“I need you to know I am being so serious when I say that you’re it for me. I genuinely don’t think a life without you is possible. The only future I see for myself is one with you, me, and four to five miniature versions of us.”
You found comfort in the warmth that flooded Luke's gaze. You could see it in his eyes, how his once-turbulent past seemed to fade away as he embraced the idea of a family with you, one that echoed with echoes of joy and the pitter-patter of tiny feet.
“I one hundred percent agree with everything you said, except the only thing is how I thought I heard you use the number five when talking about how many times I’ll have to go through childbirth,” you teased, “but feel free to correct me if I heard wrong.”
“You’re not hearing things, love. I did say five but I actually dream about ten little ones running around, I'll take as many as you’re willing to give me,” he teased with a chuckle. “Realistically, though, I don’t care much about the details as long as I have you.”
Luke's fingers gently entwined with yours as you began to paint a picture of the life you envisioned together. With sincerity in his eyes, he listened to your hopes and aspirations, nodding in agreement as you spoke of a home filled with love and laughter.
You spoke of raising children who would inherit the strength and kindness you saw in Luke, a blend of mortal and demigod virtues. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of anticipation and affection as he imagined teaching them about the world and the lessons he had learned.
Together, you crafted a vision of a life where bedtime stories were spun with tales of adventure and the glory days, and bedtime kisses were accompanied by whispered promises of protection and love.
Luke, once with a lost purpose of life, now saw a future intertwined with the legacy of your shared love. The prospect of a future filled with family became a beacon of hope, a testament to the healing power of love.
And so, beneath the stars, the two of you embarked on a journey of dreams, each whispered promise sealing the foundation of a future built on love, trust, and the belief that together, you could weather any storm.
pairing: luke castellan x reader, percy jackson x half sister!reader
genre: fluff
summary: a short little blurb where percy finds his older sister in comprising situation with his friend/mentor
warnings: kissing, persassy
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A warm summer evening at Camp Half-Blood finds you and Luke Castellan stealing a quiet moment by the lake, in your hidden spot that the two of you have reserved for moments like this one, where your lips are attached.
Hidden by the shadows of the trees, you and Luke share an intimate embrace, lost in the magic of the moment. Unbeknownst to both of you, Percy Jackson, your younger half-brother, approaches the lakeside, unaware of your relationship.
As the moonlight dances on the water, Luke leans in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. The world fades away, and for a brief moment, it's just the two of you. However, your stolen moment is abruptly interrupted when Percy, with a playful grin, stumbles upon the scene.
His eyes widened in surprise, the unexpected sight before him. Luke, realizing is slightly taken aback, releases you from the kiss, and the air becomes thick with a mixture of awkwardness and surprise. As you and Luke catch your breaths after being so unaware of the time, Percy blinks in disbelief. He stands there processing the scene before him as a thousand thoughts race through his mind.
After an awkward pause, you and Luke exchange sheepish glances, realizing the need for an explanation. Percy may technically only be your half brother, but as forbidden children with only each other’s presence in cabin 3, the two of you share an incredibly close bond. Due to this fact, Luke was preparing himself to deal with the anger of his girlfriend’s younger brother.
Percy, breaking the silence, manages a grin, "Well, I guess that explains a few things." Despite the initial shock, Percy's acceptance surprises you, and he adds, "Just try not to make out in every secret spot at camp, okay?"
Laughter erupts, breaking the tension, and the three of you share a moment of camaraderie. Percy, though caught off guard, proves to be more understanding than expected.
That night as you and Percy were walking back to the Poseidon cabin, your younger brother decides to tease you about your newly-revealed relationship with the son of Hermes.
"Other than the fact that the sight of my sister locking lips with my mentor is permanently engraved in my brain, I'm happy for you y/n/n" he sincerely says with a teasing chuckle.
"What can I say, he's a really good kisser-" you say ruffling his curly blonde hair.
"STOP I don't want to hear any more of those details!!" Percy frantically interrupts.
As you and Luke navigate the complexities of your relationship, Percy, the mischievous half-brother, becomes an unexpected source of support.
hey! could you please do a character outline for styles-swift!reader <3
i hope you like this one 🤍
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styles-swift!reader grew up with almost no stability in her life. even though harry and taylor would try their absolute hardest to give her a somewhat normal life, there's not much you can do when the baby's parents are two of the most popular musicians of their time. for most of her childhood, she was either following one her parents around the world on a tour, or switching back and forth houses constantly. harry and taylor were AMAZING parents through it all for her though so it's not like it gave her any lasting trauma or anything though haha.
i feel like because she's so used to her whole world changing every so often, she's the most chill person you'll ever meet. she can go-with-the-flow quite easily, and just doesn't complain ever. but she's definitely not the kind of chill person that is quiet and/or shy.
she is the absolute life of the party. she knows how to have a great time in any given situation, and always makes the best out of everything. she probably has the best sense of humor and can make anyone laugh (there's definitely videos out there of her being hilarious on social media).
but i also think she has the biggest heart. cares for her parents so much and is so proud of them (she 100% cried tears of joy when her mom told her about the re-recordings).
overall, she's just an absolute blast to be around, has the kindest soul, and is down to do literally anything.
do you think you can write a Chris x daughter!reader and she is a massive swiftie and just always listening to her music, always asking if she can buy merch, and something about her trying to get eras tour tickets and Chris just being supportive of this obsession?? btw love your work 🫶🏻🫶🏻
pairing: chris evans x daughter!reader
genre: so fluffy
summary: getting ready for a Taylor Swift concert but your dad is seriously lacking in the glitter department.
warnings: sparkles galore
A/N yes i know i've already written a fic along the lines of this request. did that stop me from writing another taylor swift concert related piece? obviously not. will there be another eras tour related fic coming to my blog soon? maybe, you'll have to wait and see.
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You had always been Daddy's little girl. I mean, being the daughter of a famous actor, meant you had your fair share of privileges in and of itself. But Chris did almost anything you wanted, having started when you were a baby but now is continuing into your teenage years.
However despite the glitz and glamour that came with your father's profession, there was one thing you had never experienced – attending a Taylor Swift concert.
Your love for Taylor Swift's music was more than just a casual fan's adoration. Her songs had been the soundtrack to many of your memorable moments. When the opportunity to see her in concert came, you couldn't have been more excited.
Your father, knowing your passion for Taylor's music, had a surprise in store for you.
The day finally arrived, and you found yourself dressed in an Eras Tour worthy dress. Between the glitter on your face, sparkles in your hair, and rhinestones all throughout your outfit, you were totally ready to experience the concert of a lifetime.
Chris, however, did not meet the standards of appearance for this sort of occasion.
"Dad, you'll look like an idiot wearing just a t-shirt!" you explained.
"Y/N love, it's literally a Taylor Swift t-shirt," he countered, making you realize exactly what the problem was.
"Maybe it's not the shirt, but it's the lack of pizazz! Luckily for you, your daughter is an expert in that department! Follow me!" You say as you drag your father toward where all you store your makeup.
"Nope, not happening" he laughed as he realized where you were taking him.
"Pleaseeeee" you begged, knowing he can't ever be against what you want. "It's the experience of a lifetime, we need to go all out!!"
"Sorry but I don't think I need glitter on my face, the t-shirt is enough." his response surprised you, knowing that he's never lasted this long saying no to you.
Thank goodness you have a final trick up your sleeve that has a 100% success rate so far.
"If you won't do it for Taylor fucking Swift, do it for your beloved daughter!" which makes Chris groan, but only for a moment before he reluctantly agrees, and gives into to your request.
So there you are, using a spray glitter bottle in your dad's hair, with the sparkly 13 you had drawn on his hand.
If it's not for Taylor Swift, then there is still a 100% guarantee that Chris can't say no to his daughter.
Can we please get some more Tom Cruise x daughter reader??????
pairing: tom cruise x daughter!reader
genre: fluff???
summary: as a sickness starts to get the best of you, Tom can't calm his worry for his daughter's health.
warnings: sickness, hospitals, lowkey kinda angst for a second but not really
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As you lay in your bed, feeling the weight of sickness pulling you down, your dad hovered nearby with deep concern etched on his face.
He was pacing back and forth, unsure of what to do as he gazed at his precious teenage daughter, his heart aching at the sight of you suffering.
"Dad," you weakly called out, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be okay. It's just a fever."
Tom rushed to your side, gently placing a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. "I know, sweetheart, but I can't help but worry. You mean the world to me, and seeing you like this breaks my heart."
His genuine concern touched your heart, even in your weakened state. You mustered a small smile, trying to reassure him, "I'll be fine, Dad. I promise."
But Tom couldn't shake off his worries. He decided that it was best to take you to the hospital to make sure everything was okay.
As he carried you in his arms to the car, you couldn't help but feel grateful to have a father like him – someone who cared so deeply for you.
At the hospital, Tom stayed by your side throughout all the tests and examinations. He held your hand tightly, offering silent comfort as you endured various procedures.
When the doctor finally came in with the results, Tom's heart pounded with fear, hoping for the best but fearing the worst.
"It's just a viral infection," the doctor explained, offering a reassuring smile. "With some rest and proper medication, she should be back on her feet in no time."
Tom let out a sigh of relief, and you could see the tension leaving his body. He thanked the doctor, grateful for the reassurance that you were going to be okay.
Back at home, Tom took extra care of you. He made your favorite soup and brought it to your bedside, ensuring you took your medication on time. He even stayed up late with you, telling you stories from his movie sets to keep your spirits up.
"Dad, you really don't have to stay up with me," you said, feeling touched by his constant presence.
Tom smiled warmly, brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be, kiddo. You're my priority, and I won't leave your side until you're fully recovered."
His dedication and love made you feel safe and loved, and you knew deep down that you were lucky to have a father like him.
Despite feeling unwell, you cherished these moments together, knowing that your dad was there to support you no matter what.
As the days passed, your health slowly improved. Tom was like a shadow, never leaving your side. He was there to celebrate the small victories of feeling a little better each day, and he was there to comfort you during moments of frustration when you weren't recovering as quickly as you hoped.
One evening, as you both sat on the couch, watching a movie together, Tom turned to you with a serious expression.
"You know, I almost lost you back there, and it scared me to my core."
"Dad," you replied, reaching out to hold his hand. "I'm sorry for worrying you, but I'm getting better now."
He smiled softly, squeezing your hand. "I know, but it made me realize how much you mean to me. You're everything to me, and I don't ever want to lose you."
You felt tears welling up in your eyes, moved by his words. "I love you too, Dad. I'm so grateful for everything you do for me."
Tom pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. "And I love you more than anything in this world, princess. You're my joy, my light, and I'll always be here for you."
With each passing day, your strength returned, and you began to feel like your old self again. Tom's loving care had played a significant role in your recovery, and you were thankful for his unwavering support.
As you both walked through the park one sunny afternoon, you turned to your dad and smiled brightly. "I'm feeling much better now, Dad. Thank you for being there for me."
Tom grinned, ruffling your hair affectionately. "You're welcome, sweetheart. I'll always be here for you, no matter what. My love for you is unconditional."
As you continued to slowly but surely recover, you and your dad to spent more quality time together. In the end, this stressful experience brought you even closer to your father.
As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, you fully recovered, but that didn't stop Tom from worrying about you
plz write...it's been months since i sent my request
hello! i've been inactive for the past little while and i'm SO sorry for that.... i'm back now and planning to post 3 new fics within the next little while!!
thank you everyone for your patience while i was recovering from some things, but i'm happy to be back now!
swift-styles daughter being brought on stage by harry and they just dance and run around stage together a cute little chaotic duo
pairing: harry styles x daughter!reader (brief mention of taylor x daughter too)
genre: fluff
summary: a moment with a father, his daughter, a massive stage, and a crowd full of thousands
warnings: performing on stage???
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The anticipation in the air was electric as the stadium lights dimmed, casting a warm golden glow on the massive stage. The crowd erupted into deafening cheers, their excitement vibrating through your entire being.
You clung to your father's hand tightly, your heart pounding in sync with the bass thumping from the speakers.
Harry Styles, the man who stole millions of hearts with his soulful voice and charming smile, stood center stage. His eyes twinkled with a mix of nerves and excitement.
He glanced down at you, his precious daughter, and grinned. "Ready, love?"
You nodded enthusiastically, unable to contain the bubbling joy within you. This was a moment you had dreamt of for as long as you could remember—to share the stage with your talented father.
As the first notes of a lively, infectious tune filled the air, the spotlight found its way to the two of you, and the crowd's applause grew even louder.
With a twinkle in his eye, Harry gently tugged your hand, and you both took your first steps onto the grand stage. The atmosphere was exhilarating, a dreamlike energy coursing through your veins.
As if by instinct, you began to move in sync with the music, your feet carrying you effortlessly across the vast expanse of the stage.
Your father matched your steps effortlessly. He twirled and spun, his voice filling the stadium with its warmth, while you mimicked his every move.
The crowd was enchanted, captivated by the pure joy radiating from the stage. Their cheers fueled your spirit, pushing you to dance with even more energy.
As the song reached its peak, Harry scooped you up into his arms, spinning you around in a dizzying display of love and excitement... which was impressive, considering you aren't a little kid anymore.
The audience roared with approval, and you felt like the luckiest person in the world, cradled in your father's embrace.
With a small grin, Harry set you down gently, and the two of you began to weave through the stage.
The lights flashed and colors swirled around you, creating a kaleidoscope effect that mirrored the excitement bubbling inside you.
The crowd cheered and clapped along, caught up in the magical moment of a father and his daughter sharing their love of music.
As the music began to fade, your father knelt down in front of you, his eyes filled with adoration.
"You were amazing, y/n," he whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear.
Your heart swelled with pride and affection. "Learned it from the best," you laughed, your voice filled with awe.
The crowd erupted into applause once more, their admiration filling the air. Your father stood up, grabbing your hand one final time, and you waved to the crowd, your smiles reflecting the happiness that radiated from within.
This moment would forever be etched in your memory—a precious bond between a father and his daughter, celebrated on a stage that held the dreams of millions.
As the lights faded and the cheers subsided, you clung to your father, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he caught his breath.
He only had a very quick break to carry you off before he has to go back on-stage, but you decided to share one thought that's been going through your mind this whole time...
"After this Mom's gonna be bringing me on stage all the time from now on," you commented with a giggle.
"That she will be," he laughed along with you.
And as you disappeared into the wings and your dad returned to the stage, the world knew that the legendary Harry Styles had found his greatest joy—his daughter, the star that lit up his life.
So could you write something with Chris x daughter reader when she’s not having the best past couple of weeks because her brain just won’t let her communicate what she wants to (her brain just isn’t braining) and chris knows when she gets like this her anxiety is though the roof because she can’t explain anything it’s almost like her mind is just detached from herself it makes her panic badly. So it’s a lot of comfort, bluey and communication strategies because he knows it’s hard for her, so he gets scott to take her out because she’s hasn’t been out the house in a hot minute just to get her some fresh air and some of her comfort foods like apple sauce because it slaps. They just have a fun and slow couple of days until her brain finally decides it wants brain again, even if it’s as slow and spending a day in chris’ bed with bluey or going on a walk with Scott and dodger. Just comfort and to be able to slow down that’s all she needed
pairing: chris evans x daughter!reader
genre: comfort & fluff
summary: when school gets to be too much, you're dad comes and saves the day
warnings: being overwhelmed
A/N: im so sorry that it took me long to respond to this, my dear! hopefully the wait was worth it and this can be all that you wanted it to be
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You sit at your desk, surrounded by what felt like a mountain of books, papers, assignments, and so on. School has become extra overwhelming lately, and you're struggling to keep up.
You had been working on your homework for hours at this point, and you were just about to reach your tipping point.
That tipping point came sooner than you thought as you finished what you assumed to be your millionth essay of the day, just to realize that you didn't save your progress.
That's when the tears started falling.
Just before you about ruined your art homework by crying, you head a gentle knock on your bedroom door. You sniffle, hastily wiping away your tears, and call out, "Come in."
The door creaks open, and you see your dad, standing there with a sympathetic smile. His presence alone is enough to provide some solace. You've always admired him—his kindness, his strength, and his unwavering support.
"Hey, kiddo," Chris says, stepping into the room. "I noticed you've been pretty stressed lately... and now you're crying so I'm a little concerned, mind if I come in and talk?"
You shake your head, and he walks over to your desk, taking a seat beside you. His comforting presence feels like a warm shield against the stress that surrounds you.
"What's been going on, y/n?" Chris asks, concern evident in his voice.
You take a deep breath and pour your heart out, sharing your struggles, fears, and frustrations. You talk about the constant pressure to excel, the feeling of never being good enough, and the anxiety that has been building up within you.
Chris listens intently, his eyes filled with empathy. When you finish, he places a hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"You know, you're doing a really good job, but i understand that it can be hard to do a good job sometimes" he says, his voice soothing. "But it's important to remember that you're not alone in this. We'll find a way to make it through together."
A glimmer of hope flickers in your eyes as you absorb his words. Your dad, understands your struggles and is determined to help you overcome them. Inspired by his unwavering support, you wipe away the remaining tears and give him a small nod.
"Alright, then," Chris says with a mischievous smile. "Enough of the studying for today. It's time for a break."
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his sudden shift in tone. "What do you have in mind?"
He stands up and extends a hand toward you. "How about we go on an adventure? We'll leave the books behind for a while and focus on having fun."
You hesitate for a moment, but the idea of spending time with your dad, escaping the suffocating stress, is too tempting to resist. And besides, you don't get chances to spend an entire day having fun with your dad instead of doing homework.
You reach out, your hand slipping into his, and he pulls you to your feet.
Chris leads you downstairs, and soon, the two of you are stepping out into the sunshine, Dodger's leash in hand. As the three of you walk together, he fills the air with his infectious laughter, making your worries melt away.
First, he takes you to a local park. You swing on the swings, feeling weightless as the wind rushes through your hair. He pushes you higher and higher, shouting encouragement and laughing alongside you.
Doing all this just like you did when you were a little girl. You finished at the park with a game of fetch with Dodger.
Next, you head to the arcade, where Chris challenges you to a series of friendly competitions. You cheer each other on, while both of you still want to be the winner.
As the two of you celebrate victories and laugh off defeats, all the stress and worry seem like distant memories.
When you're both worn out from games, Chris suggests grabbing ice cream. You eagerly agree, savoring each spoonful as you stroll through the city streets, talking about anything and everything. Chris listens intently, offering advice and sharing stories of his own struggles.
"Remember, kiddo," Chris whispers, his voice soft and comforting. "Life can get tough, but it's the moments like these that make it all worthwhile. You're strong, resilient, and capable of great things. Don't let the challenges define you."
His words resonate deep within your heart, filling you with newfound determination. With Chris by your side, you realize that you can face anything that comes your way.
After a good nights sleep, the next morning you settle back at your desk, ready to tackle your mountain fo work with a renewed sense of purpose. Armed with the love and support of your dad, you know you can do anything.
the scariest part about being a writer? pouring your heart and soul into this one fic that has taken literal months to piece together only to have this sick feeling in your stomach like it isn’t going to be a hit. not because it isn’t good, no, it’s worthy of a pulitzer, but just because readers won’t interact.
this is my message to my readers and all the readers out there: interact with your writer’s fics. someone can leave a seven word compliment along with a reblog on one of my stories and i’ll think about it for days. writers, good writers, have stopped writing because of the lack of feedback they get. nobody should get the amount of support to the point where they feel it’s worthless to do the thing they’re doing.
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