and my dads coming home

My dad has a doppelganger named Eric. For years people have been coming up to him, thinking he was Eric. Sometimes people get a whole conversation going while my dad stands there politely wondering why this stranger is talking to him before they stop, wide eyed, and realize “you’re not Eric.” None of us have ever seen Eric, but we know he’s out there. Sometimes a couple years will go by without an Eric incident and we worry. But then my dad will come home like “good news guys, Eric’s still alive, I met his cousin today.”

“You got the makings of greatness in you,……. well, I hope I’m there, catching some of the light coming off you that day.”—–

have you guys seen treasure planet?? yeah this is 100% based off that one scene with jim and john.
also some serious vent art…. like some seeeeeerious vent art my dudes

Dance Teacher 

Can’t hold myself anymore.

Originally posted by jeonify

Word Count: 3.3k+

Genre: Smut

A/N: a oneshot with a plot, that can easily be a series if people want to. 

My forehead was sweaty so was basically my whole body, I was panting as well while sitting on the dance floor. I was drinking my water bottle calming my body down from the dance practicing. "I think it’s enough for today, you look quite exhausted and I don’t want your dad to be mad at me" I felt someone sit down next to me, my head was hanging low and I slowly looked up meeting his eyes. 

He was already staring at me, the way he looked at me made my heart feel weird. I gulped down the saliva and he began to smirk letting out a low laughter. My body was heating up, while he was coming closer towards me. The smirk was still plastered on his lips. He was leaning forward towards me, I could feel his breath on my face. “Get some sleep and a good rest, princess” with that he pushed himself up again sitting straight, I was just blinking my eyes a few times asking myself if I was just imagining this. 

I was shocked that he called me princess, he had never called me anything other than my name. He has been my dance teacher for six months now because I always wished for one and my dad granted my wish, even though he gave me a tall, handsome, dark-haired guy with bunny teeth that every girl died of seeing. I can’t believe he even agreed to teach me with his busy schedule, but now I don’t want anyone else to teach me other than him.

Keep reading

Caught in the Act - Isaac Lahey

Characters: Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski, Reader.


Originally posted by dylpicklesprays

Characters: Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski, Reader.


You giggled, Isaac picking you up as he carried you inside your house. He turned around, pinning you against the door as you kissed.

“Wait.” You whisper, pulling away. “Stiles?” You yell, hearing no response from your brother.

You shrug and Isaac smirks, kissing you hard. You grasp the back of his neck, dropping your purse on the floor as you wrap your legs tighter around his waist. His hand starts to trail from your waist down before you stop him.

“Wait, babe. My dad could come home anytime. I didn’t see Stiles’ Jeep so he could come home soon too.”

Isaac nods and carries you to your room, kicking the door shut behind him. He sits you on your bed and he takes his leather jacket off. You let out a big breath, trying to cool down from your interaction with your boyfriend. You sit up cross-legged after taking your shoes off and Isaac sits across from you.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that right.” He grins and you blush.

“Shut up, Lahey.” You tease and he raises an eyebrow.

“Make me, Stilinski.

“Maybe I will.” You smirk, leaning forward. You squeeze your arms together so your cleavage becomes more prominent.

“Damn..” Isaac whispers biting his lip. You smile and sit back.

“We’re supposed to be studying. That’s what my daddy thinks anyway.” You say lowly, looking up at Isaac through your lashes.

You hear a quiet growl from Isaac. “Daddy? I can show you daddy.” He says, snaking his hands around your waist and pulling you onto his lap.

You squeal, laughing as he smiles at you. You cup his cheeks, kissing him. Your lips connect perfectly, his chiseled jaw resting in your hands as you lean into him. He bites your lip, tugging on it as you let out a low moan.

He slips his tongue into your mouth, both of you battling for dominance as you slide your hands to his broad shoulders. He lays you back, your shirt riding up as he hovers over you.

He pulls away and bites his lip. “I’m so in love you with you.” He mutters as he slides a hand across your hipbone. He slips your shirt over your head and you pull him back down, kissing him again. You reach down and unbuckle his belt before unbuttoning his pants, you tug on them, signaling for him to take them off.

He chuckles and you roll your eyes. “Eager much?”

You nudge his shoulder. “Shut up and kiss me.” He pulls his belt off, kissing up your stomach to your lips, groaning into your mouth as you slip your hand under his shirt, running your fingers down his toned abdomen.

“Y/N, dad said to order dinner befo-” Stiles opens the door, walking into your room. You and Isaac immediately detach yourselves from each other and you desperately reach for your shirt. “Oh for God’s sake!” He squints, covering his eyes. “Ew!” He shakes his head. “What the hell! Ew! Oh my God!” He yells, running down the hallway.

You hurry up putting your shirt on and you run after him. “Stiles!” You shout, stomping down the stairs to get to his Jeep before he can leave. “Stiles!” You grab his arms and he looks at you with disgust.

He shakes his hands off, as if he had something on them. “Gross.” He crinkles his nose. Isaac comes running out behind you, timidly approaching Stiles. “Ew.” Stiles mumbles.

“Can you speak in sentences?” You roll your eyes.

“I mean, I knew you two were dating but..” He shudders. “God! Gross! I have that imagine stuck in my head forever. I will always see my sister about to have sex with Isaac Lahey everytime I close my eyes.”

“Stiles, don’t be so dramatic.” You cross your arms and look at him.

“Dramatic?” He yells, flailing his arms. “I walked in on Lahey honking your boob! How am I the dramatic one?”

“I think honking would qualify as me squeezing her boob and literally saying ‘honk.’ Technically I just squeezed it.” Isaac interjects and you and Stiles turn to look at him, the same look on both of your faces.

“You honked my sister’s boob.” Stiles says blankly.

“Nobody’s boob was honked okay?! Jesus, you two!” You sigh, burying your head in your hands.

Routine Part Three (Lin x Reader)

“I’m not sure if you guys are ready for this. Heck, I don’t know if I’m ready for it and I wrote it. 

Prompt List//Request Something//Mobile Masterlist

(Part One)(Part Two


Summary: Reader and Lin are stuck, so they opt for a new place to write. Once in the new place, they tell each other stories in hopes of inspiration striking. 

Prompts used:

77) You talk way too much.

78) You don’t talk enough.

120) Tell me a story.

Warnings: military family, mentions of bullying, mentions of death, mentions of miscarriages, swearing

Words: 2229

People Who Wanted To Be Tagged (for some reason I don’t fully understand): @yayhamletnonstop @old-manmiranda @nesthemonster @itsjaynebird @just-a-random-fandom-24 @unknown1200

Originally posted by lin4lin-ham4ham

“Nothing is making ANY SENSE!!” Lin screams as he slides further into your bean bag chair allowing it to swallow him whole.  “Also, just so you know, this chair is damn comfortable. I’m definitely stealing it when this thing is over.”

“Don’t you dare!” You chuckle and throw a pillow at his head, hitting him straight in the temple. “That is my favorite chair.”

Keep reading

Auston Matthews - Part 29

Really long… preparing for more angry messages and asks…

I stare at my phone screen a long time, my fingers hovering over my keyboard with Auston’s name at the stop of my screen. Stifling a groan I click my screen off and throw myself back onto my bed. Ever since Mitch texted me earlier today all I can think about is Auston and the fact that he hasn’t talked to me. I don’t think he would have let Mitch text me unless he was okay with it, but he hasn’t texted, called or snapped me in the last three days.

               Does he even care anymore? I think to myself and quickly shake the thought out of my head. Of course he cares. Auston may not have said it, but I know he cares about me just as much I care about him. I just need to be patient. I spent the last twenty-one years of my life without him, I can stand a few more days.

               My phone rings on the pillow next to my ear and I nearly roll off the bed. I fumble with the screen and finally accept the call.

               “Hello?” I say.

               “Hi, honey,” my dad’s rough voice comes through the other end and I can’t help but smile.

               “Hi, dad! What’s going on?”

               “Still plan on picking me up at the airport tomorrow morning?” He asks.

               “Yep, bright and early at 8:15,” I repeat what my mother told me on the phone yesterday morning.

               “Good girl, you’re going with me to the game on Tuesday with me, right?” My dad asks, a little bit of hesitation in his voice.

               “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I?” I ask him, frowning at the ceiling.

               “Hey I don’t know! You moved out, didn’t know if that meant you were too cool for me or something,” he says defensibly and I giggle.

               “You’re safe dad, we already know I’m cooler than you yet I still choose to spend time with you,” I say, rolling my eyes.

               We chat a bit more until three o’clock hits and the Leaf’s game comes on, being one who can’t talk to anymore while watching hockey, I hang up with my dad and snuggle down into my couch with Zalla and Andie. This is the Leaf’s last game on their short road trip and the first night of a back to back, coming home to play the Blues tomorrow. While my dad primarily works for the Red Wings, he travels around looking at other team’s prospects and possible trade bait, which is why he’s coming when St. Louis is in town.

               I had debated whether or not to watch the Leafs after Auston left, but it was the only way I didn’t feel quite so alone in this big house in a big city. Though I don’t cheer when they score, I just watch, much like my first game in Toronto with Auston’s family. My mind wanders to Mitch’s message about coming over when they get home, being a Sunday, their game is early and they will be home early tonight. I debate with myself if Auston will come with him or not. I highly doubt he would come, but I can’t help but get my hopes up.

               The game ends in overtime with the Hawks scoring just seconds in, a score of three to two. The urge to text or call Auston is almost overwhelming and let out a wail of despair when my phone goes off but it’s only a snapchat from my friend. I miss him. I miss him so much.

               Auston POV

               I stare at my lock screen as I board the bus to bring us to the airport. It’s the picture I took of Y/N when she was getting her dress fitted on her second day in Toronto. The background is a blur, only her smiling face and body in focus. I puff out a small laugh that despite everything, nothing has changed, this picture was accurate then and it still is now.

               When my screen lights up and starts ringing, I nearly jump. Looking around to see if anyone notices when I put the phone to my ear.

               “Hey,” I say after making sure everyone in a few seat radius is occupied with something else.

               “Hey, so I was able to track down Y/L/N before he went home. Looked like a fucking idiot walking around the Joe asking by the way,” Dylan’s voice says through the receiver.

               “Great, can you text it to me? I’ll call him right when we land in Toronto,” I mutter into the phone, sinking down a little in my seat.

               “Sure…” Dylan pauses on the other line like he wants to say something else.

               “What?” I ask him.

               “It’s just… does this have something to do about Y/N? We heard she moved to Toronto a few weeks ago, and I know you… ya know…” Dylan trails off.

               I don’t say anything and Dylan sighs.

               “I knew it. Look, I know you have a thing for her and she probably does you, but just… take care of her. I got to know her more last season before she got heavily involved in school stuff, she’s a great girl… very much like her dad just prettier,” Dylan laughs and I find I’m able to smile.

               “I know Larks, she told me about you actually. Something about falling down the stairs and blaming the black eye on a high sti-“ I snicker into the phone and he cuts me off.

               “Alright that’s enough story time. In my defense it was both the high stick and the combined falling that resulted in the black eye,” Dylan grumbles into the phone and I roll my eyes.

               “Whatever, bud. But really, thanks for hunting him down for me,” I say seriously.

               “No problem, bud. Good luck,” he responds and we hang up. Instantly I get the phone number in a text and quickly save it. As the bus pulls up to the airport I mumble what I have planned to say over and over again as we board the plane and set off towards home. Towards Y/N.

               Regular POV

               Mitch sends me a text as soon as they land and I send in a phone order for delivery from my new favorite Chinese buffet who, I recently discovered, deliver. He mentioned that it’s him and two others coming, who he doesn’t name.

               By the time they arrive it’s close to eight, coming directly from the airport. I don’t bother to get up from my place on the couch when they file in, too absorbed in my sweet and sour chicken. I scan the faces and turn my attention back to my plate when I don’t see the one I was looking for. Mitch, Morgan and Will shuffle to their respective spots they all claimed within the first few weeks of discovering my house. Mitch is in the chair beside me, Will is sprawled out on the sectional with the footrest and Morgan is sitting on the floor with his back against the couch by my knees.

               Almost instantly I relax for the first time in three days and realize how incredibly tired I am. These thoughts are validated by Morgan glancing up at me after thanking me for his meal.

               “Have you slept in twenty years?” He asks, a teasing tone in his voice and I scowl at him.

               “Count to twenty and I’ll answer,” I reply sweetly and he scoffs at me.

               “Good to be home, smartass.”

               I nudge him with my foot and he flicks it with his finger making me squeal with the sting. Quickly, we fall back into the usual banter, I make Mitch go wash his hands before he even thinks about touching the Xbox controller and he huffs at me muttering under his breath as he makes his way to the bathroom.

               No one mentions Auston and I don’t bring him up either. Soon enough, I doze off to sleep, my head on the armrest and my legs stretched out to almost where Will is sitting. I startle awake around three in the morning from an insignificant dream and blink in the darkness, disoriented. I move to sit up but realize there’s a blanket across me and my heart warms. Glancing around now that my eyes have adjusted, I can see Mitch reclined in the chair and Morgan on the other end of the couch where Will had been. I can hear Will’s soft snore coming from down the hall in the spare bedroom that I had thought I would be able to convert into an office but I had to put a bed in there instead thanks to a certain hockey player falling down my stairs one night after having a little too much to drink.  

               All of them seemed to have found blankets for themselves as well and their quiet breathing is reassuring. They stayed with me. My heart blooms and I snuggle back down onto my spot, sleep coming easy again.

               A few hours later I tip toe around them, heading upstairs to shower and get ready to head to the airport to pick up my dad. Zalla and Andie seem to have learned how to tip toe as well as they slink across the hardwood floors, being my shadows like usual. When I pull my shirt on my bracelet jingles on my wrist, I had thought about taking it off the last few days, but I found too much comfort in the strong band and beautiful charms. I finger the charms gently as I make my way downstairs and sneak through the foyer and out my front door without waking a single one of the boys.

               Zalla and Andie come with me, I know they miss dad as much as I do. They seem to sense my excitement as I drive closer and closer to the airport, their whines echoing in the backseat. Right as I pull into the pickup area my phone goes off.

               “I’m outside, honey,” my dad’s voice comes through the car speaker and I think my dogs are going to combust in the backseat.

               “I see you!” I squeal as I make the small loop and put my car into park before jumping out and into my father’s waiting arms.

               “Hi, baby girl,” my dad coos in my ear, I think he’s just as emotional as I am. Happy tears trail down my face as he lifts me off my feet, his arms right around me. I inhale deeply, taking in the husky and smoky smell of my dad and our wood stove from home.

               “I missed you,” I whisper and he laughs.

               “I gathered that,” he sets me down and puts his hands on my shoulder, examining me. “How you doing? Big girl in a big city,” he winks at me and I giggle.

               “I’m good, dad. It’s been a learning process. I now understand why mom never let me buy and eat an entire birthday cake myself.”

               “Ahh yes, that was the first lesson I learned too,” he wraps an arm round my shoulders and leads me back to my car where my dogs are quivering with excitement. “You brought the girls!” He exclaims and leaves me on the sidewalk like a piece of gum, diving into the backseat and being licked to death by Zalla and Andie. I don’t blame him though, I would have done the same thing.

               By the time we get back to the house, the boys are gone and for once the living room is spotless. I smile at the room and give my dad a tour of the now unpacked house, spending the rest of the day showing and telling him everything I’ve been working on at the university.

               Once we get to the arena there are hardly any people milling around yet. But that’s what happens when you get there two and a half hours before the puck drops. My father is familiar with the arena and leads the way through the bowels of the Air Canada Center, sticking close behind him and avoiding looking anywhere but at his back.

               Every time my father stops to talk to someone, I reach up to the ball cap I had thrown on before leaving the house and pull it a little farther down my head. No one my father stops says anything to me, which I’m used to from my years of following him around as a child. It isn’t until we turn down a hallway to head to the elevator that someone acknowledges me.

               “Mike, how are you?” My dad exclaims, clasping hands with the Leafs head coach. I can’t help but peek up at him, my dad and he had worked closely together over the years until Babs left Detroit to take on Toronto, growing up I had been close with one of his daughters when we were dragged by our dads to various games and practices.

               They make small talk a minute before Mike notices me standing behind my dad’s shoulder.

               “Y/N! I didn’t see you there. Heard you’re doing some big things in the Astrophysics department,” Mike winks at me and my cheeks warm with the smile forming across my face.

               “That she is,” my dad says, squeezing my shoulder, a proud look on his face that I beam under.

               “I heard you’ve been here over a month and haven’t come to visit me yet,” Mike quirks an eyebrow at me.

               ‘I’ve been here!” I gesture to where I know the family room is down the hall before I realize what I’m doing and I try to play if off as fixing my hat. My dad and Mike both raise their eyebrows at me. “Don’t give me that look,” I blush under their stares and look away.

               “She’s got a point Mike, she has been here,” my dad says, smirking at Mike and I scowl.

               “I’m surprised she admitted it,” Mike adds, both of them clearly enjoying themselves.

               “Shouldn’t you be yelling at your players or something,” I mutter and he laughs.

               “Only if they piss me off, Y/N,” he says, though he does glance at his watch. “Though I do have other things to get going besides yelling.” He shakes my dad’s hand and pats my shoulder. “I look forward to seeing you after the game, and you,” Mike then directs his attention to me. “I look forward to seeing you around here more often as well.” I make a noise in the back of my throat and nod at him with his knowing smile on his face.

               We head back down the hallway to elevator right when a group of boys rounds the corner in front of us. I immediately see Mitch and I know Auston will be right behind him. I duck into my father’s side and try to stay in his shadow praying that no one notices me.

               “Y/L/N!” Someone shouts behind me and both my father and I whip around on instinct. Babcock is standing down the hallway we just left, leaning against a door frame, a smirk on his face.

               “Ms. Y/L/N, to be exact. I forgot to comment on your hat, looks better than red and white in my opinion,” he says and I can feel the stares of nearly everyone in the hallway. Frowning, I reach up to the ball cap and pull it off my head. I turn it in my hands a Toronto Maple Leafs logo glares up at me, I hold it at arm’s length away much to amusement of the people watching me. What the…?

               “Now the real question is, are you going to put it back on?” Mike winks at me and then disappears into the door frame he had been standing in.

               I look from where he had been standing back to the hat and eye it warily. Turning on my heel I continue walking slowly with my dad, growing closer and closer to the group of guys still watching me. When I’m within fifteen of them I huff out a small laugh and plop the hat back on my head, adjusting my pony tail.

               “Where did I go wrong?” My dad muses beside me and I smile at him, continuing to ignore the gawking Leafs players to my right. They had been trying since I got to Toronto to get me to wear some sort of Leafs gear and apparently one of them had left a hat one night and I grabbed it by mistake.

               “Nineteen years ago when you showed me the sky,” I say back to him and he laughs softly, putting his arm around my shoulders and kissing the top of my head.

               “Then I wouldn’t change a thing,” he says and I squeeze his hand. Here is the only boy that would love me no matter what I did.

               My dad takes me up to the scouting booth where much of the Leafs front office people are. He talks with Brendan Shanahan for a few moments as I make my way to one of the free seats and try to ignore everyone around me. It used to amaze me that my dad worked and knew all these people, now I just want to watch hockey.

               We have to wait quite a while longer before the actual game starts and nearly the entire time my dad is either talking to someone in person or on the phone. I take the free time to people watch as fans file in, I start making a mental list of how many Matthews jerseys I see. I lose count very quickly.

               The game wears on, a nail bitter to the very end, even though the Leafs are up by two after an empty netter with two minutes left. With a final score of six to four in the Leafs favor, everyone leaves happy. My dad looks at his watch and mutters to himself, rubbing his face.

               “What are you thinking about?” I ask him, he only every does that when he’s stressed.

               “What? Nothing, just we have a little time before my flight leaves. Want to get some dinner?” He asks standing up and gathering his laptop and notes.

               “It’s almost ten…” I stare at him.

               “I didn’t say we have to go an eight course meal, Y/N,” my dad laughs. “I just need something to hold me over before my short flight home to your mother.”

               “Alright,” I sigh, standing next to him and stretching, my hand brushes against the hat and I smile.

               I drive my dad through Toronto as he looks for someplace we wants to eat and he finally decides on the restaurant that I went to with Auston’s family on my very first night here. As I sit down at a table just a short distance away from where I sat then, I almost feel the bracelet heat on my wrist. I touch the charms as my dad busies himself with the menu.

               “You seem awfully intrigued by that bracelet, Y/N,” my dad says, not even looking up from his menu. Okay, maybe he’s not as busy as I thought.

               I shrug my shoulders and put my hands on my lap.

               “Let me see,” my dad presses, putting his menu down and reaching towards me. I obey and place my wrist on the table in front of him, he gently lifts it and examines the little dangles.

               “This middle one is quite extravagant,” he muses, touching the blue and gold one. “Who gave you that one?”

               “Auston,” I mutter, my cheeks flaming and my dad chuckles.

               “Should have guessed,” he whispers more to himself than to me and I frown at him. I hadn’t mentioned anything about Auston to either of my parents, though my mom suspected it, I had never confirmed anything. Before I can ask, he puts my wrist back on the table and pats my hand before turning his attention back to the menu.

               “You’re being weird today,” I tell him, picking up my own menu.

               “What else is new?” He asks, not looking at me and I nod in agreement.

               Once I’m able to get him to leave and into the car towards the airport, I finally ask.

               “Is there a reason you didn’t want to go back to my house before your flight?”

               “What are you talking about? We were already out, no need to go all the way home and then back in just under two hours.” He’s talking fast and avoiding my eye contact. I pull up to a stop light and eye him.

               “Dad… I live less than fifteen minutes from the airport…” I quirk an eyebrow at him and he squirms in his seat, thankfully I got my poker face from my mama. “You just going to avoid my eye contact the rest of the way?”

               My dad turns his head slightly towards me and opens his mouth but seems to think better of it and looks forward again. “Yes.” He says and I sigh at him.

               We ride in silence the rest of the way until I pull to a stop outside the entrance, it’s a ghost town, not a person in sight. Sadness aches in my chest, it had been so nice having my dad with me all day, it kept my mind off of things. Now that he’s leaving and I have to go back to an empty house, a sadness comes over me.

               “Are you positive you and mom can’t just move here?” I ask him, tears in my eyes.

               “Oh, Y/N, as much as we miss you… I think you’re doing just fine on your own, baby,” he reaches across the console and wraps his arms around me. I lean into him and nuzzle my face into his neck.

               “But I miss you,” I whine and he laughs.

               “I think there are quite a few things you would miss in Toronto if you were to leave,” he whispers and I can hear more behind his words.

               “You’re going great kid, I’m proud of you,” he squeezes me once more before letting me go and reaching into the backseat for his briefcase.

               “Love you,” I say as he climbs out of the car.

               “Love you so much more,” he answers and winks at me, closing the door gently and tapping the roof.

               I blow him one more kiss and wait until he gets inside the airport to pull away. A few tears fall during my short ride home. I had thought having my dad here, even for a day, would make me feel so much better and now that he’s gone, I feel a hundred times worse and even more homesick. Even when I pull into my driveway, I can’t get myself to climb out and walk inside for another ten minutes.

               When I finally get myself composed, I step out of the car and trudge through the snow to my front door, not even noticing the other car sitting in my driveway. I fumble with my keys at the door, I realize my porch lights aren’t on. I tap the glass around the out light bulb and stop myself. That is exactly how horror movies start out, dumbass. Finally getting the door open I step in and close the door behind me before I even realize that the lamp that I always keep on in the foyer is also off.

               I hear a snap and suddenly there’s a light near my feet and I squeal, whipping around and pressing my back to the door looking around in a panic. Looking down at the floor I’m surprised not to see some half eaten zombie crawling towards me but a rope of what looks light white Christmas lights, which lead through the foyer and into the hallway behind it.

               I eye the lights for a minute and taking a deep breath, I step forward.

anonymous asked:

Who has been your favorite woman on the show?

Okay, let’s talk about my fav gal. The badass blonde. The goddamn queen with a sick knife collection. The smart, beautiful, and brave

Jo. Fucking. Harvelle.

Jo Harvelle, the girl with snark and bravery, the girl who knew what she wanted and went after it. Jo’s view of the hunting world was different than the Winchesters. Instead of becoming a hunter based on a thirst for revenge,  Jo’s drive to become a hunter was born of respect. Respect for the hunters she knew growing up that had become family and friends, and most importantly her father. Being a hunter was an important job. One that deserved honor and respect. A job she practically hero-worshipped. 

I was still in pigtails when my dad died, but I remember him coming home from a hunt. He’d burst through that door like, like Steve McQueen or something. And he’d sweep me up in his arms, and I’d breathe in that old leather jacket of his. And my mom, who was sour and pissed from the minute he left, she started smiling again. And we were… we were a family. You wanna know why I want to do the job? For him. It’s my way of being close to him. Now tell me what’s wrong with that.

She just wanted to fight the good fight, because being a hunter, to her, was the most honorable thing she could do with her life

Jo, in all her sass, stubborn dedication and drive to do what’s right always reminded me of Dean. They both loved hunting, both wanted to make their father proud, both thought that being a hunter was what they were supposed to do with their life.

Her death was real. She went down fighting with everything she could.  In the moments before her death, she was a brave and courageous even if she was at her most vulnerable. Jo and Ellen went out fighting for what was right. She went out a hunter. The only thing she ever wanted to be.

She was no wallflower. She was no damsel in distress. Joanna Beth Harvelle knew what she wanted in life and she was willing to fight to the death for it. 

why are so many dads so adverse to change? i think its incredible. like my dads daily ritual is as follows:

  • come home from work and play diablo 3 for 4 ½ hours
  • go in the garage for a while and drink beer, tend to his tomato plants and listen to the same shitty classic rock songs
  • watch either a. the military history channel or b. whatever one of the five marvel movies theyre constantly airing on FX 
  • another hour session of diablo 3
  • he goes to bed

9 times out of 10 you can guarantee that this is beat-for-beat how is day is gonna go, and he never seems to get bored of it. i wonder how they do it. i want to know the psychology on dads.

by the way, hes been playing diablo 3 pretty much daily since it came out so thats pretty much how long this strict, rigorous schedule has been going on for him.

Stay Away From My Son

It’s me again hi :)))

So for this one it’s basically an AU where Alexander is a single dad w Philip and he’s late picking up Philip and you’re one of Philip’s teachers so you wait with him but Alex doesn’t know that so he gets defensive. :) idk how I feel about the ending but if you like this pLEASE like or reblog or send me requests

Send me a prompt + person from this post!
Masterlist Askbox

Warnings: None :)
Word Count: 1,493
Pairings: Alexander Hamilton X Reader

Keep reading

exo as things my mom does

there may be a part two with either a different group or my dad or something like that, we’ll see!

minseok: reheating her coffee ten times a day 

junmyeon: ignoring people when she doesn’t know what to say

kyungsoo: spending hours in the kitchen aisle

jongin: forgetting to put on her glasses every single time she drives

sehun: talking to someone else while someone is already talking to her

baekhyun: talking shit about people after seeing them

chanyeol: drinking starbucks every day

yixing: talking about a completely different topic while in the middle of a convo

jongdae: telling everyone what shes doing just to hear herself tallk


zitao: wanting expensive presents 

luhan: dressing up for no reason just so my dad can see her looking nice when he comes home

yifan: trying to make me and my sisters sing to see if we can go on tv

Out of the dark

Originally posted by stilessderek

I was hanging out with my boyfriend Derek at his loft. We have been dating for 7 months and we still hadn’t done anything. I mean we have been close but not yet. I wanted it to happen but i didn’t know how to tell him. I only had tonight before my foster dad comes home from his trip to vegas. We were sitting watching movies but i was bored so i decided to try to make it happen. I moved my shaky hand from my lap and put it on his chest and moved it down.

“What are you doing” he asked obviously not wanting my answer he removed my hand and put it back on my lap. Not even 10 minutes later i moved my hand to his arm and kissed his neck. My hand started moving from his arm to his chest and going lower. Right before i was where i wanted he stopped me again.

“Babe” he said looking right into my eyes with such love and i knew i could tell him everything. I moved my leg over his so i was sitting on his lap. I kissed his lips and he kissed back signaling he wanted it.

“Y/N what are you doing” he said when we broke the kiss

“I wanna do this” i said looking right into his eyes. The blue color had gotten a lot darker. He kissed me again and stood up caring me to the bedroom.

“Hey why are you so nervous” he asked me and looked deep into my eyes as he was hovering over me.

“Are you sure” he asked putting me down and hovering over me. My shaky hands went around his neck as i exhaled loudly.

“Yes” i said in a whisper if he wasn’t a werewolf he probably wouldn’t have heard me. He kissed me again and started kissing down my neck. Derek removed his shirt before lifting mine.

“What happened” he said. I guess there’s no way out of this. I had to tell him. I decided to just show him. I sat up straight on the bed and took my shirt off and he stared at all my bruises.

“I… My foster dad he…” i said with tear in my eyes. He understood and came up to hug me. I know he could hear my heartbeat and i knew he knew there was more to this.

“What happened” he said breaking the silence and moved away from me. Even though he tried to sound sweet i knew he was angry it’s just the way he is.

“I came home from school and i had forgotten to do the dishes so he started hitting me” i said looking down i was embarrassed

“When was this…” he probably thinks it was a week ago or something.

“When… When i was 8” i said almost whispering.  He winded his eyes looking at me searching for more answers

“I was little. And i had been in that house for about 3 weeks. It wasn’t great but i had clothes to wear in the morning and i didn’t go to bed hungry. Well one day my foster mom was out and my foster dad asked me to do the dishes but i was late for school so i would just do them when i got home but then i forgot and when he got home he… he was furious. He pulled me into the living room and started hitting me saying “that’s what happens when you don’t listen” and i left the house and when i came back it was 3am so i just went to bed and when i woke up i thought he would say something but he acted like nothing had ever happened . I guess he just found it amusing to see me in pain because it became a normal thing.” i said sobbing. I looked at Derek who also had tears in his eyes

“Why didn’t you tell me” he put his hand in my cheek “Did you think i would hurt you too” he said and i raised my head looking him. How could he ever think that.

“No of course not… When it became a normal thing.” i started wanting to explain the rest

“Every monday and tuesday he would hit me and every saturday he would… take advantage of me” i said not wanting to say the actual words. Derek stood up from the bed. One single tear running down his gorgeous face. I could see the anger filling his body and all i wanted was for him to come back and hug me.

“When was the last time he…” he asked again. I couldn’t gather the courage to look at him.

“Last week” i answer the tears still falling down my face. I got up and put my shirt back on.

“I’m gonna kill him” he whispered.

“Derek please don’t be mad.” I said while hugging him.

“I am. He hurt you. In more than one way.” he whispered the last part not wanting to say it

“I know. But i just want you to stay here with me”  I said. He finally calmed down and came to hold me. He wrapped his arms around my shaking figure and whispered sweet nothings into my ear.

I Don’t Deserve You - Greaser!Wonho AU

Originally posted by kihqun

Warnings: None

Characters: Wonho 

Word Count: 2.8k

It’s been three years since I last saw Wonho. I had gone away to college, and I arrived back home only a few short hours ago. I stepped into the shop, looking for the boy I haven’t seen in three years. When I found him, he was welding something—no shirt underneath his apron. He looked so different than he did so few years ago. He was a bit taller, more muscular, and his hair was dyed silver with blue tips. He didn’t seem to notice me, so I decided to speak up.

“You’re going to burn your nipples off if you keep welding without a shirt like that.” Wonho looked up at me, surprised to see that I was in the shop. Besides the apron, he also had goggles and gloves on, but he no shirt. It wouldn’t be the first time that he’s done something so stupidly dangerous, not by a long shot. Ever since he started working for my father he always was careless with safety.

“What are you doing back so soon? Did you ditch your college life to come see me?” He joked.

“Oh yes, I would trade a bunch of neurotic young adults for a careless grease monkey like yourself any day,” I teased, walking around the table to sit on one of the stools. He started working for my father when we were around 16. I always came to the shop after school, and that’s how Wonho and I became close friends. We didn’t speak as often when I went away to college, though.

“What brings you back home?” He questions.

“Family dinner. I decided to come back for the weekend, I thought I could spend some quality time with my best friend I haven’t seen in three years,” I joked, lightly punching him on the shoulder. It wasn’t entirely a lie, I did come back for the family dinner. It was on Sunday though, and today was Friday. I really came down earlier just so I could see Wonho again. I have had a massive crush on him since we were 16, and I longed to see him again. Plus, I missed my best friend after all these years.

“Aww, well how about this. When I get off we can go to that really nice diner you always forced me to go to, just like old times. How does that sound?” He teased.

“Maybe you should go home and take a shower first, you smell like motor oil,” I sniff him and fan the air in front of my face to tease him more.

“Yeah, and I’m covered in it too. Just like you will be in a minute,” He took his goggles off and started chasing me around the shop, trying to hug me. I ducked behind one of the tool boxes and peaked out to see where he was. When I turned my head, he was crouched down beside me. I took off running again, but he caught me before I could get away. He locked me in a bone crushing hug, rubbing his oil covered face against mine in the process.

“Now you’re going to have to shower too!” He giggles. When we hear someone clear their throat from the door, we look up to see that my father had entered the shop. Wonho and I distance ourselves from one another, acting like a bunch of teenagers that were just caught making out. He says nothing, but continues to stare at us.

“Hi dad, when did you get here?” I asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

“A few seconds ago, I came back to get my wallet,” He said. He walked through the shop, back into his office. Wonho and I looked at each other with grins on our faces. My father always had trouble with me making Wonho goof off during work, but never said anything because I was his little girl. I was his youngest daughter, and he always had a softer spot for me than my siblings.

“Your mom and I are going out tonight, and we won’t be back until late. What time do you think you will come home?” My dad came back out from his office with his wallet and jacket in hand.

“Late, after ten that’s for sure.”

“Alright, I’ll see you when we get home,” He said, heading back towards the front entrance of the shop,”By the way, Wonho, don’t forget to lock up tonight,” He adds, tossing the keys to Wonho. When we hear his truck pull off, I hit Wonho over the head.

“Look what you did!” I exclaim.

“What I did? You’re the one who was running from me!” He tosses a clean rag towards me to clean off the oil on my face.

A few workless hours later, Wonho locks up the shop. We agree to take his car, me telling him I will just ride to work with my father tomorrow and pick my car up. The diner we go to has been my favorite place for years. My parents would take my siblings and I here all of the time when we were kids. Whenever Wonho and I first became friends, I talked his ears off about this place until he agreed to come here with me. Ever since then, it’s been our favorite place to go and hang out.

“So, how’s college life been?” Wonho questions.

“Stressful to say the least. It’s not like the classes or the work is hard, I’m just so nervous that I’ll fail and I won’t make it. I think I spend more time worrying about failing than I do anything else. It’s sad, isn’t it? I’ve been there for three years and still think I can’t do it,” I admitted.

“Hey, listen,” Wonho said, pulling my face towards his, “You are the most intelligent girl I know. If anyone can succeed, it’s you! I know you will do great, and you will go far in life. Have a little faith in yourself.”

I smiled at him, placing my hand over his. He always knew exactly what to say, no matter what. He had such a way with words, it’s one of the many things I loved about him.

“So, how is the music coming along?” Ever since I met him seven years ago, Wonho has been trying to get his music career started. He formed a group with a few of his friends a year ago, and they were trying to get their feet off of the ground. Once he got to talking about his music and his group members, he almost never stopped talking. It was so amazing to see someone so passionate about what they were doing.

“Ah, I’m sorry for going on about it,” He apologizes, stopping himself in the middle of one of his stories.

“No, it’s fine. I love hearing you talk about your music, I’m always happy to hear about it,” I promised, giving him a smile and asking him to continue with his story. One of the few times he never stopped talking was when he was talking about his friends and their music. I had met his friends a few times, and they were really fun people to be around. Wonho actually got a tattoo on one of his buttcheeks after losing a bet with his friend Hyungwon. The day he showed me to prove it, I’ve never laughed so hard in my entire life.

By the time we left the diner, it was nearly midnight. Just like when we were teenagers, Wonho and I stayed for hours at the diner just talking about life and anything that happened to come to mind. When he pulled in the driveway of my house, I noticed that my parents weren’t home yet. I saw my older sister’s car, but no one else’s.

“Would you like to come in for a bit?” I offer. He shakes his head, saying he has a few things to take care of before he gets home tonight.

“Listen, it was really nice seeing you again today. I’ve missed you so much since you’ve been away at school,” He admits, stopping me from getting out of the car.

“I feel the same way, it was wonderful being able to hang out like old times today.” I smiled, a hit of red appearing on his cheeks. We look into each other’s eyes, and before I know it he has his lips pressed against mine. His lips tasted a bit like spearmint, and there was a lingering taste of the coffee he had to drink at the diner. I brought my hand to his cheek and cupped it. I have wanted to do this for years, but I was always too scared to make the first move. I ran my tongue along his bottom lip, but he pulled away immediately afterward. I looked back at him in shock, why would he do that? Did I do something wrong?

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Dammit, why did I do that,” He mumbled to himself.

“No, it’s okay. I liked it! I wanted to-”

“You should go. I’ll see you around,” He cut me off, basically telling me to get out of his car. I felt hurt by his words, but I got out of the car anyways. Why would he kiss me and then act that way? Was it just a spur of the moment thing, and when I tried to take it further he realized he didn’t like it?

“Well well well, welcome home little sis!” My sister jumps up from the couch and pulls me into a bone crushing hug. “Hey, are you alright? What’s wrong?” She adds, immediately noticing the discomfort in my face.

“I’m alright, I’m just tired is all,” I lied, hoping she wouldn’t press the issue any further. She doesn’t ask anymore questions, and I head to my room to take a shower. When I got out of the shower, I was shocked to see my sister sitting on my bed.

“You know you can’t lie to me,” She says, patting the spot beside her on the bed. I should have known, big sister always knows. I could never hide things from her as a kid, and I still couldn’t as an adult. I sat beside her on the bed, laying down on my back.

“Do you remember Wonho?” I asked. She nodded her head ‘yes’. “Well, I saw him again today after three years. We had a blast, just like we did when we were teenagers. We went to the diner, and we caught up about what’s happened in each other’s lives and… I guess a stupid teenage crush got the best of me. God why did I do that,” I trail off.

“What did you do?” She inquires, concern in her voice.

“He kissed me. He kissed me and I kissed back. He pulled away though, and then acted as if it was a huge mistake. He basically told me to get out of his car after that. I don’t understand why I did that, I should have had more control.” She doesn’t say anything but instead pulls me up so she can hug me.

“Boys are strange like that. If he kissed you, there has to be a reason. Let him think on it tonight, and talk to him tomorrow about it. Does that sound good?” I smiled and agreed. She had a point, there had to be a reason as to why he would kiss me. Regardless of what that reason may be, I’m going to have to let him know how I feel.

The next morning, I go to work with my dad to pick up my car. I enter the shop quietly to look for Wonho. I saw him laying on a creeper, working under one of the cars. Seeing that he was busy, I turned to walk back out and just come back later. My escape plan was foiled when I heard the creeper sliding out from one of the cars, “Hey.”

I turned back around to see him standing up. He had the bottom half of his coveralls and a white tank top on. He grabbed a rag from one of the toolboxes to wipe his hands off.

“Can we talk?” I asked sheepishly. He nodded in response, walking to the outside of the shop so that the other mechanics wouldn’t overhear our conversation.

“I’m sorry about last night. I don’t know what came over me. It all just happened so quickly, and I didn’t fully think through before I acted,” I explain.

“No, I should be the one sorry. I was the one who kissed you. Honestly, when you kissed me back I was in shock,” He admits, making me even more confused than last night.

“Wait, why would you be in shock?”

“Because you’re so much better than I am. I don’t deserve you. You’re going to a top of the line college, you have such a bright future ahead of you. You said it yourself, I’m just a grease monkey.”

“Wonho, I said that as a joke. You’re so much more than that,” I explain, he meets my gaze as I continued, “Ever since I met you, I’ve always thought highly of you. I’ve never met another person like you. No matter what was going on, whatever issues I had, you always knew the right things to say. It doesn’t matter what your job is, you’re one of the most intelligent people I know. You’re also super passionate about what you do, the sparkle you get in your eyes when you talk about your music is one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen. You’re absolutely stunning, you took my breath away when I saw you yesterday. I’ve liked you ever since we were teenagers, and maybe it was foolish of me to think that you would feel the same. You’re the one that is out of my league.”

“I… I love you. I love you Wonho. I’ve loved you for years, hearing you say that I’m better than you breaks my heart. That can’t be further from the truth.” He pulls me into a hug as I start crying. Why would he ever think that I was too good for him? I never knew that he thought so lowly of himself when it came to me. It hurt knowing that he probably had that thought for years. How could I have not noticed?

“You deserve someone better than me. You deserve someone that can take care of you, treat you like a princess. You deserve someone that can give you anything you want. Like I said, I don’t deserve you,” He whispers, holding me close to him. I could feel that he was trembling slightly, as if he would fall down if he wasn’t holding onto me.

“I deserve someone that makes me happy. No one has ever made me as happy as you have.” I pull back to look at his face. His eyes are filled with tears, this would be the second time I’ve seen him cry in the years we have known each other. I cup both of his cheeks with my hands, “You’re what I deserve. You’re the only one I want.” I bring his lips to mine in a gentle kiss. If I had to, I would kiss away every doubt he had about himself. I would prove to him that I deserve him.

Our lips drift apart slightly, only to be brought back together. I felt the same passion in the kiss that he had shown me when talking about his music. It lit a fire in my heart and made my heart feel like it was floating towards the sky. The second time our lips part, I feel as if I’ve let go of a giant weight. It’s as if the kiss had erased years of thoughts that burdened me.

“Do you know how many years of kisses I’m going to have to make up for?” He jokes, pecking me on the lips one last time. “How are we going to make this work? You leave again Sunday.” He adds.

“I’ll rip the spark plugs out of my car if that’s what it takes to see you.” It was partially a joke, but if I had to I would do it.

“Hey, Wonho! You got all day to kiss my daughter, they’re coming to pick the car up in three hours!”

Wonho and I look at each other, then turn to look at my father that is calling towards us from the shop.

“Well, at least he gave me permission to kiss you all day.”

anonymous asked:

Dad started living with step dad a year ago? Still not like to cuddle step dad. Always wait till step dad leave house to cuddle dad. SCREEEEAM when step dad comes home and takes my spot on bed with dad. Fart in his face twice and scream when dad leave room 3:< i like step dads "clothing" though. Vurry comf.


Just a Little Somethin’ to Break the Monotony

*click through to read on ao3

written by: @bellamyfrecklefaceblake​ | Meghan

prompt: ‘construction worker Bellamy doing work on Clarke’s parents’ house’ for anonymous

word count: 3504

When Clarke moves home from college, it’s not actually home. She’s only ever spent weekends and school breaks there. It’s the house her mother bought with Marcus after they got married during Clarke’s sophomore year of college.

It’s a nice house, though, and she’s really excited about lounging by the pool until her job starts up in August and she moves into an apartment in the city with Raven. However, she’s not expecting to pull into the driveway two days after her graduation to find a construction crew tearing apart the second floor of the house.

She kind of just stands there, leaning against her car, and staring in disbelief. She was really, really looking forward to a quiet summer. And she thinks that her mother or Marcus could have at least mentioned this would be going on when they had dinner together after her graduation.

Abby must read her mind somehow because, all of a sudden, she’s bustling out of the front door with an apologetic look on her face.

“I knew we forgot to tell you something,” she says and Clarke just nods, still looking up at the house. She sees three men and a woman through the hole in what is supposed to be her bedroom as her mother stops in front of her. “The pool house is yours for the summer. Marcus and I are in the guestroom downstairs. I’m so sorry. Sunday was just so exciting with your graduation, that the stress of all this just slipped our minds.”

“It’s fine,” Clarke promises weakly, finally looking at her mom. “The pool house is mine?”

“For the whole summer,” Abby promises and that makes Clarke feel a little better. “This should only take a few weeks, but you’ve earned your own space, right?”

“Plus, it looks like my room is going to make you a really awesome walk-in closet,” Clarke guesses and Abby flushes a little.

“And a master bathroom,” she confirms. “When it’s all said and done, the office or guestroom is yours whenever you need it.”

“Okay,” Clarke smiles and her mother hugs her tightly.

Her mom calls for Marcus and the three of them unpack Clarke’s car and pile her things in the pool house. She and her mother start to unpack while Marcus excuses himself to go to work and she knows it won’t be long before her mom has to leave for the hospital and Clarke will be alone with the construction crew. The very good looking construction crew, if the ridiculously handsome man with freckles everywhere who is yelling up to the beautiful blonde in the second story means anything.

The next few weeks will definitely be louder than she was expecting, but they might not suck completely.

Keep reading

The Reunion

Originally posted by goofygoobler

This gif does not relate whatsoever to my mini series but look at Joe Mantegna here. What the hell is he doing and what the fuck is he wearing. Like same Matthew, same.

Where Rossi’s daughter is introduced to the BAU.

Alessandra rushed off of the USS Ronald Reagan with the rest of her fellow servicemen and women. She felt a high like no other after finally being done with her service to her country. Sure, she loved being able to help the honored servicemen and women by being their Psychologist but the job was stressful. At first she loved it but as she got older she realized that although it was a very fulfilling job she was tired of always being deployed. She was tired of the non-stop traveling and she was tired of all the seasickness that came with her most recent deployment on the aircraft carrier. She wanted a family, she wanted kids, and she wanted a white picket fence which wasn’t possible with her job.  So when she had to decide whether or not to renew her contract for another 7 years she immediately said no. Although now she still had the chance of going back due to being in the US Reserves for 4 years and she had to find another job, she felt lighter and freer than she had felt in years.

She landed on the Naval Station at Norfolk, the largest base in the world, and after saying goodbye to her friends she got into a taxi and headed to her dad’s to surprise him. She hadn’t been in the US for so long that she honestly had no other place to go to. The last time she was here, as in the United States, was when she was stationed at Pearl Harbor 4 years ago. Since then she had bounced around the Middle East until her very last deployment on the USS Reagan. Once she had loaded her items in the taxi and had sat down she finally turned on her phone, as phones didn’t get service in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. The ship had reached the port an hour earlier than it was supposed to so it was 6 am on Friday. She knew that if she went to her  dad’s house she would either wake him or he would be at work being the workaholic that he is. She told the cab drive to head to the FBI Building in Quantico before she took a short nap.

Keep reading

…. I love knowing last minute that some members of the step family will be coming at home tonight when my parents are away so /I/ will have to take care of them

… Between that and the election, if you hear me yell tonight please don’t mind me