for being such a genius i make such stupid stuff

Mother’s Day

pairing: luke x reader

word count: 1,176

happy mother’s day all you people !! here’s a cute fluffy imagine about daddy!luke because idk i just really thought this was realistic and dorky and cute and idk im smol leave me alone

The shrill voice was heard throughout the apartment, and thankfully Y/N didn’t wake up from it; Luke did. He blinked his eyes a few times, rubbing the sleep out of them as he realized that his child crying.

He sat up in bed, causing Y/N to start to stir, but he hushed her. “Sleep, love. I’ll get him.”

Y/N rolled onto her other side, pulling the covers closer to her to keep her warm, and Luke sighed in relief. He knew how hard she worked, raising their baby while he was at work, so he felt obligated to let her sleep in for once.

Finding his way to his son’s room, Luke saw the crying baby lying in his crib, his toes clenched just as tightly as his fists as he continued to cry. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, groaning that it was no later than 7 in the morning. “It’s okay, little man.” He said, gingerly taking his child up in his arms and cradling his head, trying to calm him some.

His son continued to cry. “Da-Da!”

“What’s up, Coop? You need a changing?” Nothing. Luke sighed, walking over to the changing table and lying Cooper down.

Once he was done changing Cooper, he still continued to cry, making incoherent noises as if trying to tell him something. Luke ran a hand through his hair, looking around the room for some type of answer. “Are you hungry? Mommy’s asleep, bud. We can’t wake her up.” He said, taking him in his arms again. “Let’s go see if there’s any formula in the kitchen somewhere.”

He crept down the hallway, glancing towards his door to make sure Y/N hadn’t woken up. Down the stairs he went and straight into the kitchen, opening various cabinets in search of the artificial food, which he finally found.

But, as he was grabbing a bottle from the top shelf, his eyes caught sight of a date circled on the calendar, situated in the middle of the refrigerator. Mother’s Day.

“Shit.” He cursed under his breath, placing Cooper in a highchair whilst he threw together the bottle and formula as quickly as he could. “Alright, bud. It’s Mother’s Day, and I kinda forgot.” He told the year old child, to which he just stared up into his father’s eyes as he fed him. “Which means we have to be a good family for Mommy and make her breakfast.”

He stood in the middle of the kitchen, feeding Cooper until the bottle ran dry. “You all finished?” Cooper let out a squeal of excitement. “So, should we make Mommy pancakes or French toast?”

“Cakes!” Cooper tried saying, but Luke understood him enough to know what he meant.

Straight away, Luke searched online how to make pancakes, and went digging through even more cabinets to find all the supplies he needed. One by one, the ingredients were added—having Cooper on his hip the entire time. “Okay, we need a pan to cook the pancakes on. Where does Mommy keep the pots and pans, bud?” His son’s tiny hands reached behind his back, gesturing towards the cabinet beside the sink. “In there?” Luke asked, raising an eyebrow at how he knew the location of the elusive pan he needed.

Cooper was right. He picked out a suitable pan, putting it on the stove and lighting it. Pouring out the batter was a bit difficult with only one hand, but having Cooper in his arm was like he was helping him. And after all, it was Mother’s Day; Cooper had to participate and help since Y/N was his mom.

Luke leant up against the counter, watching the pancake intently as it cooked. He began to think. “Do you think she wants something else to go with it? Like fruit or something?” He asked; Cooper just stared at him, sucking on his thumb. “She probably does.” Luke made up his mind, turning his back and rummaging through the fridge. “Do we not have any fruit? No oranges? I could’ve sworn she just bought oranges or clementines or something like—”

“Da-Da!” Cooper yelled, giggling loudly into Luke’s ear.

He turned his head and looked at the boy quizzically. “What’s so funny, Coop?” The boy put all his weight on Luke’s shoulder, facing behind him and trying to get out of his grip. Luke turned around to see what the boy’s fidgeting was all about, to only see the pan in flames.

“Fuck!” He shouted, running and putting Cooper in the highchair. “Shit shit shit this isn’t good” He said, taking the pan and throwing it into the sink with a loud clatter, turning the water on and watching the flames die down. “Every fucking time.” He said, breathing a sigh of relief and looking over at Cooper. “You saved my ass, bud. Thanks for that.”

The child beamed at him, breaking into a fit of giggles. Luke couldn’t help but laugh along with him, walking over to him and picking him up again, kissing his head. Cooper’s tiny hands grabbed either side of Luke’s face, squeezing his cheeks and giggling at how funny he looked. “Having fun there, bud?” Luke chuckled. He lifted Cooper high above his head, blowing hot air onto his stomach and making him laugh even harder. “Guess who loves you! Daddy loves you!” He said, kissing all over Cooper’s face, finding so much joy in seeing his little boy love being showered with admiration.

“You two are so cute it makes me sick.” Y/N teased, emerging from the staircase and rubbing her tired eyes.

“Mama!” Cooper said excitedly at the sight of his mom.

“Fuck, babe, you were supposed to be asleep and we were supposed to bring you breakfast in bed like a good family would.” Luke said, annoyed that his genius plan for Mother’s Day was now ruined.

Y/N rolled her eyes, taking Cooper up in her arms and whispering a quiet, “Good morning, handsome” to her son. She looked up at Luke. “Do you actually think I care about that stupid Mother’s Day stuff? All I care about is you and this little guy. That’s all I need to have a good Mother’s Day.”

Luke walked towards her, pressing a loving kiss on her lips. “You are amazing.”

“Yeah, I know.” She joked, looking down at her baby’s blue eyes, identical to Luke’s. “We make pretty adorable kids.”

“The adorablest.” He agreed, running his fingers along the little boy’s arms. Cooper gripped Luke’s pointer finger with both hands, bringing it up to his mouth to try and gnaw on it, but Luke retracted his hand. “Whoa there, bud. You don’t know where that’s been.”

Y/N nudged his side, a look of disbelief crossing her face. “You’re disgusting.”

“You say that now,” Luke said, kissing her temple once and grinning cheekily at his wife. “But tonight, it’ll be a whole different story.”

You’re A Genius with Facts

Requested by @theworldiscolorful

Pairing:   Tyler Bate/FC

Category:  Angst

Tags:  @lclb13 @lunaticfringe216 @not-that-kinda-gurl08 @lahey-trash @houndofjustice-imagines @swedish-strong-style @tvrnbvckle @keep-ydgn @phyreblue @devittsbalor @narwhalneglect @omegaliciousss @brezhonegselkea @irish-newzealand-inian-dutch @theworldiscolorful @artemisapalla316 @earl-01 @wrestlingismyfavourite @laziestgirlintheworld @wrestlingnoob @kurominonsense

“You’re a genius with facts, but you’re really stupid with people.”


“That doesn’t even make sense.”  You laughed, shaking your head in exasperation as your best friend Tyler Bate tried once against to help you understand your statistical analysis assignment.  He rolled his eyes at you and fluffed your hair, the brotherly gesture hurting your heart a bit.  

“It does make sense.  You are just being stubborn.”  Tyler insisted with a smile.  “It’s so easy.”  

“For you maybe.  This stuff just clicks for you.   To me? I might as well be reading gibberish.” You insisted pouting as Tyler walked away though you did enjoy the view.  When he returned from the kitchen with a fresh beer in hand he plopped down on your living room couch.  

“Come sit by me, take a break.  Let your brain rest.”  Tyler said, patting the cushion next to him.  Unable to resist the chance to be close to him you closed your book.  Maybe a little break would help.   You eagerly snuggled up to him when he held his arm out, wrapping it around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.  Unable to help yourself you tried to take a subtle sniff of Tyler.  He always smelled so damn good you just wanted to lick him.  Unfortunately, you weren’t as subtle as you thought.  

“Did you just sniff me?”  He asked arching away to look down at you.  

“Noooo.”  You unbelievably denied, cheeks turning bright red in humiliation.  

“Yes you did!” he insisted.  “Why would you smell me? Do I stink?”  He sniffed himself self-consciously as you hurried to reassure him.

“No, you smell fantastic.  I,” Your shoulders slumped and you sat up, needing a little space between you.  “You just smell so damn good, and that’s as close as I’ll get to you, so I take what I can get.”  You confessed.

“What are you talking about?”  Tyler said, confusion dripping from his tone.  “You are close to me, we’re always together.  You travel with me half the time for hell’s sake.”  

“You know Tyler” You chuckled ruefully.  “You’re a genius with facts, but you’re really stupid with people.  I’m trying to tell you I’m in love with you. Not as a friend, but honest to goodness in love with you.  Have been for quite a while now.”  

“Oh.” Tyler said artfully.  He shifted away from you a bit, his hand going to the back of his neck and rubbing it nervously.   Your heart sank as you could already read the rejection in his body language.  You hadn’t realized some small part of you still held out hope that he would reciprocate when you spilled your feelings.  

“Y/N, I love you.  But like a sister.”  Tyler said truthfully.  “I’m sorry. I just don’t have any interest in you like that.”  He rose to his feet, grabbing his jacket off the back of the couch.  “I’m going to go.  I think it’s best if we spend some time apart.  

You cried as you watched him leave, having the feeling he was doing more than just walking out the door.  He was walking out of your life.  

Request: Nothing Less Than Genius

Request: Can you write a deanXreader where the reader is their kickass researcher and she’s into classic literature and physiological stuff and she’s dating Dean but lately she’s noticed that they haven’t been as close so she tries to talk to him about it and after pestering he reluctantly admits he doesn’t feel he’s smart enough for her so she comforts him and it’s a bit fluffy with some angst I guess? I love your writing ❤️ have a great day

Word Count: 1,197

Thank you so so much<33 I hope you like it<3

(In other news I have a drama exam tomorrow and I’m officially freaking out so if any of you amazing people have any words of wisdom when it comes to oral presentations I’m all ears lmao)

It all started when he was searching for your birthday gift – you’d told him time and time again not to do anything, but as usual, he ignored you and ended up in a chain bookstore in town, browsing through the shelves.

“Looking for yourself?” The assistant approaches him, disturbing the silence of the store. Dean shakes his head, trailing a finger over the spines.

“My girlfriend. She’s… into all of this,” He replies, glancing up at the sign above his head which christens the section as Classic Literature, “I’m not exactly… experienced at it.”

“Most of us aren’t,” The assistant offers a pleasant smile, “What’s her favourite book?”

“To Kill a Mockingbird,” He says without hesitation, “She must have read it a thousand times, she’s got like three copies. One of them’s a first edition, signed by the author.” He smiles slightly, remembering how excited you were when you discovered it deep in the Men of Letters’ archives.

“Wow,” The guy is obviously a bit taken aback, “I don’t think we can beat that. Anything else?”

“Uh… I don’t know. She likes the Bronte sisters and Jane Austen and stuff like that but I’m pretty sure she’s read it all. I was just hoping for a miracle.”

The man laughs, “I don’t think we’ll be much help there. What does she do for a living?”

“We work together in our family business, but she has a physiology degree.” Dean remembers, glancing across the bookstore, “We couldn’t be much different.”

“Punching above your weight a little?” The guy laughs, “You’re lucky she hangs around, man.”


“Hey, Dean, feel like a trip to the store?” You ask – you already have your jacket on and your car keys in hand, “I need a few groceries and stuff, and I was thinking about going into town and picking up-“

He interrupts you with a shake of his head, “I’m good. Kinda busy with this – next time, though. You stay safe.”

You pause, obviously somewhat deflated, “Yeah, sure. You too.” You smile slightly, even though he’s obviously just playing some game on his phone. You zip up your jacket and smile brightly as you slip through the garage door.

You don’t return for a few hours – by then, it’s dark and Sam and Dean have headed to bed. The traffic was hell but you texted Dean ahead so he didn’t worry – and he responded simply with an ok. You’re not one to hyper-analyse but nine times out of ten he at least throws a kiss on the end. Combined with him being weird earlier on, you’re coloured a little worried by him.

Nonetheless, you unpack the groceries and head to bed: only to find Dean as far to his edge as humanly possible, his back to both you and the door. You sigh, changing silently and slipping beneath the sheets.


This goes on for longer than usual: sure, sometimes the two of you have dry patches, it’s only natural in any kind of relationship but never like this. He barely speaks to you and the closest thing you get to intimacy is him brushing his teeth while you’re in the shower – even then, you ignore one another steadfastly.

On the fifth day, you approach him about it. Although you didn’t want to nag or moan or upset him further – because there’s seriously something wrong with him and you’re ninety-nine-point-nine-nine percent sure that you haven’t done or said anything – you couldn’t let it go on like this. You corner him in the kitchen after lunch, when he’s absently washing a few dishes.

“Hey, Dean?” You ask, hopping up on the counter. He spares you only the quickest of glances.


“Is everything… okay?” You offer, mentally berating yourself for how useless it sounds. Any preparation goes out the window as he shrugs.

“I’m fine.” He says monotonously, “Why?”

“Well… you’ve barely talked to me in almost a week.” You shrug nonchalantly, “And you’re just… different. I don’t know.”

“I’m fine.” He says again, “Seriously, Y/N, it’s not worth-“

“But it is worth it.” You insist, watching as he dries his hands, “If it’s bothering you then I want to know about it – that’s what this is about, remember?”

“It’s just stupid.” He scowls. You shrug.

“The only stupid thing is not talking to each other over something little. C’mon, spill.” You urge, reaching out and touching his shoulder.

He pauses, obviously debating whether to tell you what he’s thinking or not, but after a sideways glance at the door to make sure no-one else is lurking in the shadows, he sighs.

“Am I smart enough for you?”

“What?” You frown, “Of course you are. Where did that come from?”

He glances at you, and then at the floor, “I was in a bookstore last week and… I don’t know. Everything you’re into is so sophisticated and intelligent, but I’m more… I don’t know. My interests are stupid.”

“They’re not stupid.” You say quickly, “And sophisticated and intelligent have nothing to do with it. Did the guy say something? Do I need to go kick his-?”

“No, no. It’s my fault.” He sighs, “I told you it was stupid. Can we just forget-“

“No, Dean, we can’t.” You say firmly, reaching forward and taking his face in both of your hands, “You’re being stupid if you think that anything you do is stupid. Maybe my stuff may be more stereotypically sophisticated, but yours is far more practical.”

“What do you mean?”

“You can take apart a car and put it back together in record time. You’ve built that thing up from the ground more times than I care to think about. You’re amazingly technologically adept, you have an extensive knowledge of weapons and lore and hunting in general. You’re a genius, Dean – just because I spent years earning a sheet of paper that says I can do one thing doesn’t make you any less amazing.” You promise him, “Don’t ever think you’re anything less than genius, Dean Winchester. Ever.”

You take a breath and wait for him to say something - but he doesn’t. There’s a moment when you think he’s going to turn away and ignore you again, but instead he bends down and presses his lips to yours firmly, kissing you with everything he has. He’s missed you more than any word he could muster can ever describe and hates the idea that he ever could have hurt you, but… he just can’t seem to help it anymore.

“Thank you.” He murmurs against your lips, his arms closing around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. You only giggle in response, pulling away with a smile.

“You don’t ever have to thank me.” You assure him. He only shrugs in response.

“It’s not your fault I’m a colossal dick.” He shakes his head, “You shouldn’t have to deal with it.”

“But I like to,” You reply, “It’s what you do when you love someone, Dean. You of all people know that.”

All he can do is nod as a smile spreads over his features, “Talking about love… I don’t suppose you’re not busy for the next few hours?”

When BTS finds out you have the same IQ as Namjoon...

To the beautiful Anon that requested this, I hope you like it!!!!


Jin, Namjoon, and Suga would all be a little bit surprised but they’d shrug it off like it was no biggie because they obviously saw it coming. They’d be proud of you for being so smart that you were practically titled “Girl Genius” but they wouldn’t make a big deal out of it.

But on the other hand with Hoseok, Tae, Jimin, and Kookie…they’d all probably be super shocked and tried to ask you a whole bunch of questions trying to see if you were as smart as your IQ had said. They’d bug you all the time with stupid stuff like “Y/N, what does this word mean?” And you’d be like, “I don’t know, look it up in the dictionary,” and they’d gasp and say, “BUT I THOUGHT YOU WERE A GENIUS! ARENT YOU SUPPOSED TO KNOW EVERYTHING?!” And you’d roll your eyes and probably punch the crap out of them but the questions would never stop….ever.