for very cool kids

Day6; call me, beep me (if you wanna reach me)

[7:13]

wonking: YALL

wonking: YALL THIS IS AN S.O.S

aka the obligatory chatfic I wrote in a fit of sleep deprivation featuring a pining Wonpil, a very desperate Jae, lots of Brian exposure and one very confused Dowoon who still thinks xD is for the cool kids.

read it on ao3 (where the formatting it’s better)


sweg squad

[7:13]

wonking: YALL

wonking: YALL THIS IS AN S.O.S

[7:21]
wonking: where you hoes at
wonking: i see yall lurking in the chat square up im in need

[7:22]
godwoon: what happened hyung
godwoon: are u ok??

wonking: no my sweet child i am not
wonking: i dont think ill ever be ok again

godwoon: hyung did u eat one of jackson hyungs brownies again??
godwoon: do you need me to come get u?

wonking: that happened once ok
wonking: ONCE
wonking: also im not high dowoon
wonking: im in love

[7:23]
bribri: not this again
bribri: you ‘fall in love’ every week

wonking: this times for real tho

bribri: that’s what you said last time

wonking: i swear im not lying

bribri: that’s what you said last time too
bribri: and then you forgot all about it and went chasing after that lifeguard instead

wonking: don’t judge me u hypocrite i saw u ogling him too

bribri: lies

godwoon: brian hyung you asked me to choke you so he would come and try to save you

bribri: that’s youngk hyung to you you little snitch

[7:24]
jaethebae: wtf happened wat did i miss

bribri: you can literally scroll up and read you know
bribri: you have eyes
bribri: and glasses

jaethebae: too much work
jaethebae: im a busy man make me a recount

bribri: all you do is lay in your couch and binge watch the office you slob

jaethebae: like i said
jaethebae: a very busy man

godwoon: wonpil hyung got a new crush

jaethebae: so nothing new then

wonking: ITS NO CRUSH ITS TRUE LOVE
wonking: guitar guys my soulmate i can feel it in my tummy

[7:25]
godwoon: are u sure thats not the brownies hyung

wonking: DOWOON IM NOT HIGH OK

bribri: guitar guy???
bribri: do you even know his name?

[7:26]
wonking: … no
wonking: *not yet
wonking: im working on it

[7:27]
jaethebae: so ur stalking the poor guy

wonking: im gathering information
wonking: sneakily

godwoon: *cough* stalking *cough*

jaethebae: u are hiding in your sweater n staring at him all creepy like arent u

[7:28]
wonking: do u wanna go hyung
wonking: do i have to remind u of all that time u spend going over brian hyungs insta feed
wonking: do i hyung

[7:29]
godwoon: hahahaHAHAHAHAaha
godwoon: i smell roasted chicken

jaethebae: so guitar guy
jaethebae: you were saying

wonking: thats right
wonking: so there i was
wonking: making my peaceful way through hongdae

[7:30]
bribri: no wait hold up
bribri: can we go back to the instagram thing please :)

wonking: too late we’re back to me now

bribri: we’re always talking about your love life tho
bribri: cmon spill the tea on jae

jaethebae: u bring that out wonpil and and i show them all my receipts on you

[7:31]
wonking: AS I WAS SAYING
wonking: i was walking down hongdae to that little cafe where the cute barista works at when i turned a corner and there he was
wonking: the most beautiful human being i have ever seen
wonking: slowly strumming a guitar as he crooned his low voice to the sweet, sweet sounds of maroon 5

godwoon: that use of the comma tho lol

wonking: hush im speaking
wonking: and i felt it instantly
wonking: the connection
wonking: the energy
wonking: the love

jaethebae: fuck off i have class in an hour
jaethebae: i cant deal with this shit again

jaethebae left the group chat
wonking added jaethebae to the group chat

[7:32]

wonking: no running away u asshole

wonking: i dealt with your pinning now you deal with mine

jaethebae changed wonking’s name to ‘wonpining

[7:33]

wonpining: u know wat idc

wonpining: i accept my fate

wonpining: yall would pine too if you had seen those arms

wonpining: bOI THEM ARMS

[7:34]
godwoon: hyung please

bribri: yes wonpil please keep it in your pants
bribri: we have an innocent child here

[7:35]
wonpining: innocent my ass
wonpining: you havent seen his laptop

godwoon: hyuNG PLEASE

wonpining: anyways
wonpining: back to my adonis

[7:36]
bribri: stop for a second
bribri: you say he’s cute but I want proof

wonpining: back off bitch i called dibs
wonpining: i saw him first hes mine
wonpining: ur stuck with chicken face over there

jaethebae: should i feel offended

bribri: for the last time me and jaehyung are not dating

wonpining: tell that to jaehyung hyung

[7:37]
godwoon: savage

wonpining: thks i try
wonpining: ANYWAYS
wonpining: so im like trying to see if i can approach him
wonpining: maybe saunter up all smooth and suave like

jaethebae: do u even know what suave means

[7:38]
wonpining: yes
wonpining: no thks to you tho
wonpining: but hes all focused on his music completely inmersed

jaethebae: wow inmersed such a big word
jaethebae: didnt know you could use them

bribri: its *immersed you both idiots

godwoon: bawhahahahahaha jae hyung you roasted ursefl this time
godwoon: lame xD

[7:39]
jaethebae: remember who u room with brat
jaethebae: whos gonna tuck u in at night huh
jaethebae: who

godwoon: im not a child hyung cmon

jaethebae: stop using xd and we’ll talk then

godwoon: its ironic tho
godwoon: xD

jaethebae changed godwoon’s name to ‘bbyxD

[7:40]

bbyxD: low hyung
bbyxD: very low ):

jaethebae: shut up brat
jaethebae: the adults r talking

[7:41]
wonpining: can i continue

bribri: please
bribri: im kinda invested in this now

wonpining: and he looks soooo cute all focused on the music
wonpining: his lil nose all scrunched up and tongue between his teeth
wonpining: (lowkey wishing those were MY teeth tbh lol)

jaethebae: omg how thirsty can u get

[7:42]
bribri: if thats your definition of lowkey
bribri: then I dont wanna know what highkey is

wonpining: like u have any right to kinkshame me u hypocrite

bribri: what are you talking about

jaethebae: yes wonpil what exactly are you talking about

bbyxD: jae hyung ur desperate is showing xD

jaethebae: shut up dowoon let wonpil talk

[7:42]
wonpining: wait no i actually wanna live
wonpining: i still havent gotten my date with guitar guy yet

bribri: go ahead wonpil
bribri: I dont have anything to hide

wonpining: HA what bullshit
wonpining: im talking just because of that blatant lie
wonpining: like
wonpining: we share a dorm
wonpining: theres barely a wall between our rooms
wonpining: i can hear everything
wonpining: EVERYTHING
wonpining: sometimes i wonder how i can ever be the same

[7:43]
jaethebae: stop being a drama queen and spill already

wonpining: ok so like
wonpining: one night i was trying to study
wonpining: keyword being trying cause hyung here had invited over some company if you know what i mean

jaethebae: we get it
jaethebae: just get to the point

[7:44]
wonpining: have patience im getting there
wonpining: so like i go over to his room to tell them to keep it down cause its like 1 in the morning and i had an exam tomorrow morning
wonpining: and i hear it
wonpining: clear as day

jaethebae: GET TO THE FUCKING POINT

[7:44]
wonpining: ok ok but like
wonpining: dowoonie close ur eyes for a sec will u

bbyxD: what why

wonpining: bc ik how much you love brian hyung and you wont be able to see him the same way again after this
wonpining: trust me ik i couldnt

[7:44]
bribri: wait
bribri: I remember now
bribri: wonpil please dont
bribri: please ill do anything

wonpining: oh youll do anything?
wonpining: really
wonpining: really … daddy

[7:45]
jaethebae: omg
jaethebae: no way
jaethebae: NO FUCKING WAY

wonpining: yes fuckign way
wonpining: i heard it with my own two ears
wonpining: screamed to the heavens by whoever brian had over that night
wonpining: who i still suspect was the lifeguard btw

bribri left the group chat
wonpining added bribri to the group chat
wonpining changed bribri’s name to ‘daddykang

[7:45]

daddykang: I hate you all so much

wonpining: sure you do daddy
wonpining: sure you do

bbyxD: guys i dont get it
bbyxD: jae hyung just came running through the living room
bbyxD: he keeps screaming
bbyxD: whats so funny

wonpining: lol i think i broke him
wonpining: but seriously tho
wonpining: guitar guy
wonpining: cutest thing ever istg

[7:46]
daddykang: so we’re back to you now?

wonpining: well if you wanna keep talking about your kinky ass then please by all means
wonpining: go ahead

daddykang: guitar guy is good thanks

[7:47]
wonpining: good?
wonpining: guitar guys fucking FINE
wonpining: 11/10 would bang

jaethebae: dont act like u actually have a chance
jaethebae: u dont even know his name

wonpining: baby steps
wonpining: also
wonpining: youve known brian hyung for how long again

jaethebae: that has nothing to do with this

[7:48]
wonpining: sure it doesnt
wonpining: just sit there and listen hyung
wonpining: be a good boy for daddy

daddykang: wonpil i swear to god

bbyxD: i still dont understand tho

[7:50]
wonpining: wait omg i think guitar guy is leaving
wonpining: fuck
wonpining: give me a sec imma snap a pic real quick

daddykang: this is gonna end bad

[7:53]
wonpining: ABORT ABORT ABORT

daddykang: called it

jaethebae: what did u do now u idiot

[7:54]
wonpining: I FOGROT TO TUNR OFF TTHE FUCKING FLASH
wonpining: HE SAW ME
wonpining: OH GOD

godwoon: lol hahahAHAHAHA

wonpining: DONT LAUGH AT ME U TRAITOR
wonpining: WHAT DO I DO???!!!!
wonpining: SWEET BABY JESUS HES COMING OVER
wonpining: HE JUST SMIRKED AT ME
wonpining: THAT RUDE LIL SHIT
wonpining: WHAT DO I DO

[7:55]
bbyxD: hyung whatever you do
bbyxD: just don’t run away

wonpining: TOO LATE
wonpining: IM FUCKING FLEEING


this mess goes out to both @noa-noa-noa for enabling me and to @6ungjin for opening up my eyes to the glory that is sungpil. The next part should come out soon I think, cause this was fun to write (hopefully half as fun to read as well). 

anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your artwork so much! I was wondering if you could draw young punk Rick with Stan as his groupie? Or apart of the band too? Thank you in advanced if you do! <3

if you wanted hot young stanchez instead of these midlife crisis schmucks… sorry, i don’t know what to tell ya

3

@sukikobold said:

I always want to see more acrobatic stuff with Raz. :)

It took awhile but here! Seriously, I love that there’s a plausible reason for Raz being so good at the platformer puzzles in Psychonauts. I wonder if he visits his family at the circus sometimes to perform super fancy stunts with some psychic abilities added in for extra showy-ness :’D My sister is also struggling through the Meat Circus level currently, and I couldn’t help drawing something for it Ovo;;; wish her luck

Also, kind of unrelated, I bet the Aquatos have circus animals. Like elephants. Or a tiger Raz has become really close with because one day he found out he could talk to her :’)

Namjoon as a Dad

Originally posted by rapfluff

Request: Could you please do bts as books? Namjoon as a dad and bts as flowers? I just think they’d be the most adorable flowers >.<

A/N: I hope you enjoy and I shall soon post your other requests! This was so hard to make without fangirling oml ;-; (also i’m back from hiatus~)


- the Best Dad™

- tries very hard to seem cool to his kids

- honestly he doesn’t have to

- but still tries

- also really tries to help you with housework

- which usually ends in a trip to the ER

- his main job is dropping the kids off at school

- “have a good day my lovely, smart, kind, talented children~”

- so much positive reinforcement

- protective af

- ready to f i g h t anyone who even slightly offends his child

- literally so proud of anything his kids do as well

- “ho ma GAWD look at this ART! this ethereal masterpiece that has graced my eyes today! you are so t a l e n t e d.”

- “it’s just a macaroni necklace-”

- “shhhhh it is art that competes with picasso.”

- however, when his kids do mess up, he is very stern with discipline

- hates to seem like the bad guy but knows he has to be strict with them

- typically gives them a lecture then grounds them

- amazing at bedtime stories tbh

- they’re so creative even you don’t know how he comes up with them

- random ‘dance’ parties

- it’s really just flailing around like wet noodles to some music

- but it tires them out for nap time so who cares

- they all think dad is the best dancer around and he thrives off that

- gets so proud when his kids talk about something they learned from him

- they got their papa’s intellect ngl

- just so soft about his children

- like you send him a picture of them doing literally anything while he’s working and he has to take a 10-minute break just to catch his breath

- writes so many songs about how much you and the kids have changed his outlook on life and all that shit

- SO PROUD OF THEIR GRADES

- NO MATTER WHAT THEY ARE OMGGGG JUST SO PROUD OF THEM FOR TRYING

- “dad, i got a c on my test… sorr-”

- “a c?!!??! that’s amAZING!!!!!!! you’re still passing!! go youu!!!!!!!”

- ugh i can’t

- i want joonie as my dad tbh

- everyone deserves a joon-type dad

- bless this man

- i’m dead


-Admin Yeonie

The Crystal Gems and the Cool Kids

So, everyone knows the parallels, right?

Garnet and Buck Dewey…Pearl and Sour Cream…Amethyst and Jenny.

However, forgive me if someone else has already mentioned this, but…there’s another parallel between a Crystal Gem and a Beach City teen.

Ahem.

Steven and Lars.

Curly hair…upturned nose…same head shape…similar wardrobe…

They even have similar laughs, which can be heard in Joking Victim and Shirt Club.

They both even do the starry-eyes thing!

Not to mention Steven and Lars are almost complete opposites, personality wise.

Let’s look at Lars first.

Lars is cynical, sardonic, hateful, short-tempered, and just overall a very bitter person.

He cares very deeply about how others perceive him, which causes him to act, as Sadie has put it, “one way in private and different way in public.”

Though Lars can be very rude and selfish, he can also be very sweet and thoughtful, as shown in Lars and the Cool Kids, Island Adventure, and the ending of The New Lars. Sadie even said it herself in Joking Victim!

“Look, I like Lars. He-he’s a nice guy…once you get to know him!”

Pictured above: the sweeter side of Lars.

Now, onto Steven.

Steven is hopeful, polite, loving, easy-going, and just overall a very happy person.

He cares about living up to the expectations of his mother, Rose Quartz, which causes him to make risky decisions based off of the question “What would mom do?”

Though Steven can be very sweet and gentle, he can also be very hateful and vicious. This side of him is shown most clearly in Shirt Club, Message Received, and Beach City Drift.

Don’t believe me on Shirt Club? Watch the T-shirt assassination scene again and then come back to me.

Pictured above: The more hostile side of Steven.

The biggest thing that Lars and Steven have in common is that they both have a huge desire to impress the ones they look up to most.

With Lars, it’s the Cool Kids.

With Steven, it’s the Crystal Gems.

Again, if somebody’s already pointed this out in a more popular post, then feel free to ignore me. But, I thought this was a very interesting parallel, and I wanted to talk about it.

3 Kinds of INFP

All INFP’s share the same cognitive functions, however differences in behavior and motivation can be quite drastic. The best explanation for these kinds of differences is Enneagram. Enneagram is a personality theory that assesses trauma, motivation and behavior, it can be used along side MBTI as they do not cancel each other out in any way. Any MBTI type can potentially be any Enneagram type. Unlike MBTi, where the point is to develop INTO the best your type can be, the point of Enneagram is to develop OUT of your type, basically categorizing it as a self-help tool. INFP’s are often enough one of 3 types. It is absolutely possible to not be one of these types, and my description of each kind of INFP will not correspond directly with the broader scale of each enneagram type (example; I’m explaining what a type “X” INFP looks like not what a type “X” looks like) I have met or am each of these types of INFP and here is my assessment:

Type 4 INFP

Type 4′s are often called the “Individualists”, “Romantics” or “Artists”. This makes up the biggest portion of INFP’s. I’d say almost half. This is the classic INFP. The feeler, the lover, the emotional and rhapsodical idealist. The princess in her castle, the poet writing in water, the passionate artist. This type of INFP puts alot of weight on Fi and the Fi truly “wields” the Ne. This Fi is organic, true, and uncompromised by anything. Type 4 INFP’s are likely to feel the greatest depths of pain and sorrow of any of us. Type 4 INFP’s might describe emotional pain as so real it physically hurts. With that passion comes poetry, art, and beautiful written word. This type is likely to have deep moral convictions based on ethics and empathy. This type of INFP is highly dramatic, bringing to mind shakespearean theatrics. This can manifest as scathing drama, emotional appeals to the heart or just general hellfire and brimstone. Certainly the most likely type of INFP to cry and/or throw a fit when they feel overlooked or invalidated. Has the speech pattern of someone writing in their diary. This type tends to be a wallflower due to being unable to conform to social norms or put on a face for anyone. May be a person of few words due to only being able to be honest. This kind of INFP is highly individualistic, craving authenticity more than any other type of INFP. They’re likely to see trends, fashions, cliques and fame as highly detestable. The type of INFP to hate and never want to be “the cool kids”. This kind of authenticity is very attractive to those who love authenticity and originality, as these INFP’s have it in spades. Always interesting and always unique, these INFP’s can be highly cherished by friends and family and highly sought after as lovers. This subset of INFP’s might be the most romantically minded of any other subset of any other type. However, they are plagued by fears of being abandoned, and when alone, wish for someone to come and save them. Type 4 INFP′s believe that someone (or something, maybe a religion or philosophy) is going to come into their lives and make them whole, and can have trouble generally feeling whole in and of themselves. Overall, this kind of INFP’s personifies on of the most lovable subsets of human beings. Genuine, authentic, passionate, and creative. This kind of INFP is capable of the most beautiful and genuine expressions of human emotion of just about anyone. 

Type 9 INFP 


This type of INFP is also very well known but less of the population than Type 4′s. Type 9′s have been called “The Peacemaker” or “The Mediator”. This Type of INFP is very sensitive to conflict and great at seeing others perspectives. This INFP is great at giving advice and helping with others problems and generally being a caring shoulder to cry on. Often being mistaken for INFJ’s, Type 9 INFP’s still have staunch values and an openly hyperactive mind, they’re just less pushy about their views. This Type of INFP can be seen as having a very balanced function set, not weighing to heavily on any functions. They are very laid-back, non-judgemental, and sensitive to others thoughts and feelings. This type is likely to have a weak definition of self, seeing themselves in everything. They might see themselves as “a little of column A, a little of column B, quite honesty”. They might outwardly appear to not greatly enjoy or strongly feel about anything. They may struggle to say exactly who they are and what they stand for, being cautious of taking any harsh or finite stances on things. They really don’t want to offend anyone or be offended. They just don’t want a conflict to break out. This type seems to have the strongest shadow Ni of any kind of INFP, easily seeing other perspectives and views. They are still, however, separate from INFJ because they are still associative creatures rather than dissociative, relaying new information through the lens of their own understanding and experience. This kind of INFP was often neglected or silenced as a child and taught to not think of themselves as important. As a consequence of this, they are likely to see other people as having more intrinsic worth than they do. (not in a type 2 way, mind you, or in an Fe way, in a self-depreciating way) This can cause this type of INFP to think nothing they do is important, and kill any drive for them to do anything. Because of this, this INFP is kind of a loaner and maybe pretty lazy and slothful. However, these same qualities can make these type 9′s, self-sacrificing and loving friends. They are a wonderful, understanding and compassionate shoulder to cry on. They are just as happy talking about any topic with you as any other, and the most imaginative and flexible people you will ever meet. 

Type 6 INFP

Somewhat lesser known, but about as common as type 9 INFP’s, Type six INFP’s are cautious, inquisitive and loyal. Type 6′s are often called “The Loyalist” “The Detective” and “The doubter”. This kind of INFP focus’s much more on the Ne/Si axis than the other kind of INFP’s and can seem to effortlessly match even ENFP’s in outward intuition. However, this comes at a price as this type of INFP tends to use that ability to worry quite a lot. This type of INFP is highly insecure, spending a lot of time in “what if” scenarios and wondering if things will turn out okay. Due to just how much time they spend doing that, they get rather good at guessing outcomes and asking the right questions. 
This type of INFP craves security, they value unconditional love and stability above just about anything. They are plagued with doubts in their relationships, personal struggles, and careers. They can really bring down the mood and bother people with this behavior. They image countless scenarios in which things can turn out bad, and really just need guidance and a gentle push out of such thinking from friends and loved ones. Guidance, security and reassurance are paramount to a type 6 INFP, and anyone who gives them this will receive a loyal and passionate ally. This kind of INFP is also highly opinionated as they become very attached to things that mean something to them. They might go on a rant at or about people who disagree or ideologically oppose them due to their deep and inseparable attachment to their owns thoughts, preferences and philosophies. 
This is they type of INFP to seem to be really into a handful of things and talk about them non-stop. “I have all their albums” “I’ve been going here for years” “I have a blog about it” “I’ve read tons of books about it” They’re very loyal to bands, ideas, philosophies, values, ideologies, artists and people. 
Valuing stability, this kind of INFP is much more sensible and practical than the average INFP, and less likely to be emotionally turbulent. They stand in solidarity with thier self-concept and values. They rarely question thier identity or the validity of their feelings. Due to this, much more energy goes into the Ne/Si axis and allows type 6′s INFP’s to be great philosophers and thinkers, asking the right questions and stead-fastly seeking answers. All makes the type 6′s a fierce debater, playful philosopher, and loyal companion. 


Thank you all so much for reading, I hope you INFP’s out there find yourself in this. There are also many type 2, 5, 1 and 7 INFP’s out there but i wanted to focus on the common ones here. The roughly 10% or so of INFP’s who aren’t a 4, 9, or 6 should feel special! I hope you’ve enjoyed this very much!

~INFP-sama
Ain’t no prince waiting for me

Soulmate AU
Pairing: Barry Allen x reader

Summary: In spite of her tattoo, Y/N Y/L/N has given up this soulmate thing. She simply doesn’t believe it, she’s convinced that she’s doomed to never find her true love. But will an unfortunate event change that?

Warning: Eddie’s still alive!! He’s not going to die in my AU either;))

A/N: OK, so I have always wanted to do a soulmate-AU, I simply find the clichés adorable! In this one, the soulmate thing is the partner’s first words the first time they meet each other, but hey! If you liked this, and want m to make another soulmate-imagine, send me your idea! Enjoy:))

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“I’m telling you, Blaise, I just don’t believe in it!” Y/N was yet again arguing with her best friend about the idiotic soulmate thing. 
“How can you not believe in it? This is how life works, how God have made it easier for us to find one another!” It was almost pointless to continue. The two had two completely different ideologies. Blaise: the girl who believed in fate, in God, in the stupid tattoos. And then there was Y/N: the one that believed in science, in random happenings and that were convinced she would die alone.

“You will never understand, B, I will never have what you and Hunter have,” this provoked Blaise, how could her almost perfect, best friend think so little of herself?
“Of course you will, your wrist is proof of that, now stop the bullshit talk, Y/N,” her tone short and sharp. 
“But Blaise, I swear I’m cursed or something! My younger siblings have met their partners, my whole family has always found their soulmates at a young age. All of my friends have their partners, heck you and Hunter have a kid, Blaise!”

“You’re not cursed, Y/N,”
“Just look at this Blaise, it’s pure evil, my tattoo says ‘wow’! That can be anyone, it can be a creep, a jackass, it can be any guy on the planet!”
“You need to stop being so pessimistic, Y/N, it doesn’t suit you,” Blaise kept her mouth in a thin line.
“The complex is weird and unnatural,”
“You can’t just say that!”
“Watch me!” Y/N challenged, and shouted at the top of her lungs, which made Blaise just want to disappear. So she dragged her friend through the park.
“Don’t wake Amos, Y/N,” she excused, and their discussion stopped there, the next talking-topic being how Y/N was doing at work.


“It’s so cool,”
“It’s not that cool, Cisco,” Barry chuckled. His friend, teammate, and colleague had not stopped looking at his wrist in awe.
“But it is! I mean, come on! The damsel falling in love with her hero – it’s a classic!” Cisco referred to the words ‘Holy crap, it’s him!’
“You know, it can also just be a girl that doesn’t like me or something, or-“
“Nope, this right here, my man, is a line said in adoration,” Cisco patted Barry’s back, and they went back to their work. 


Y/N sat on the Haydens’ couch as her friend walked around her apartment.
“He gets to bed at-”
“Seven, you know Blaise, I have babysitted Seany before, I know the drill: Dinner’s at 5, so that’s out of the way, if he’s hungry I can give him some fruits, bedtime’s at seven, but it’s no crisis if it gets closer to eight, and there’s food for me in the fridge for me to take whenever I want. I’m not the teenager neighbor you had to book last minute, B,” It was Blaise and Hunter’s date night, and as usual Y/N was there to babysit ‘lil Sean.

“Of course, of course! I’m so sorry, just a bit nervous,” Y/N rolled her eyes at her friend, this was what happened each time, and Blaise would always start excusing herself for not 'trusting you enough’. This time, the difference was that Y/N managed to make that part take less time, and she pushed her almost hyperventilating best friend out the door to her husband.

“…And the Flash saves the day yet again,” Y/N closed her laptop and looked over to the other end of the couch, where the Flash’s biggest fan of the age of 3 laid with a clear view to her feet.
“Kiddo, that was the last article, sorry bud,”
“Have you checked Iris West?” What that still amazed Y/N about Sean, was that in spite of his lack of abilities when it came to naming the alphabet, and counting to fifteen like the other kids, he had this huge interest in The Flash – which made him speak of certain journalists as if he knew them.
“We just read Iris West, Seany, I’m sorry,“

“What does yours say, aunty Y/N?” Sean looked at her wrist, which Y/N huffed at. 'What is it with this world? Why are everyone so eager on those stupid tattoos?’ But she pulled herself together and forced a smile.
"You see, Sean, aunt Y/N isn’t as lucky as all the other ones, her tattoo doesn’t work,”
“It doesn’t?” The little boy looked up at her with big, worried eyes, which by some way made Y/N feel bad for him.
“No, but I’m sure yours work! Mommy’s and daddy’s worked, I’m just a bit less lucky,”

“Do you think the Flash has a tattoo?” Sean asks, which make Y/N laugh – if those words had come out of any other’s mouth, she would have rolled her eyes.
“I believe so, yes,”
“You are very pretty, aunty Y/N,” right there was one of the many reasons Y/N loved Sean. Sure, he wasn’t the best at keeping a conversation – that boy was more distracting than any kid Y/n had ever met. But in the end, Sean was this great, funny, bubbly guy that Y/N loved hanging out with.
“Thank you, that was a very nice thing to say, you’re very handsome as well," 
"What if Flash is your soulmate?” Y/N almost choked, but before she could say anything, Sean continued: “Or maybe Patrick, he’s very cool, he works with the big kids,” exhaling, Y/N was relieved her little random, darling duckling was back.


The all too familiar sound of metal meeting glass rang through the room, and so Barry tried his best at not sinking deep into his chair.
“I would like to make a toast…” It was his beautiful best friend, Iris, and her fiancé Eddie’s engagement party, and even though he couldn’t be more happy for the two, he couldn’t shake off the sad feeling in his heart. His parents, his friends – it even seemed like the little kids that were running around had found their partners for life. Barry couldn’t take one step anywhere, without being reminded that he hadn’t found his soulmate yet. 

“You know, I met my mate at the age of 13,” the drunk next to Barry stated.
“I heard the most regular age to meet is between 9 and 23,” Was it Eddie’s cousin that said that?
“How 'bout you, Terry? Found the love of your life yet?” 'How did I even end up here?’ Barry smiled at the old man.
“No, but I-”
“Gary! His name is Gary, grandpa!" 
"I’ll just go and find Iris,” Barry enlightened to the little party, and then left to do just so.

“Barry! Hey, I haven’t seen you at all tonight!” Iris had clearly gotten a few glasses, but when she saw right through the fake smile of Barry Allen, her tipsy state disappeared right away. 
“Uhm, babe, I’ll just go get more ice,” once Eddie had given his wife-to-be a kiss in acknowledgment, the two best friends found their way to the porch.

Iris had a feeling what had caused barry’s light frown but had let him talk out about it anyway. 
“Barry, you’re going to be fine. Look, I’m sure your girl’s just right around the corner, whomever up there would be a real ass if she’s not,” her last comment made Barry smile.
“Yeah, of course,” he nodded, regretting that he’d taken his best friend out of her own engagement party.


It wasn’t an everyday thing for Y/N Y/L/N to go to Tiffany’s to eat her breakfast. Thing is, she always had a wish to do so – let her inner Audrey Hepburn shine. So today, she could happily cross it off her bucket list. What she hadn’t thought of though, was Central City being a slightly criminal city, with many jewelry-loving evil metahumans. So in her little black dress, matching gloves, big dark sunglasses and pearl necklace, Y/N witnessed the first robbery in her life. It will be fine, Y/N. What’s the odds of anyone coming and ripping off your grandmother’s pearls in the middle of the streets? Oh God, what have I ever done to deserve this?’ Y/N thought of her earlier words to herself, almost shaking by the thought of the scene she frightened happening.

She waited for the alarm that never came and looked around herself. One babysitter strolling with a toddler, a man in a suit, and herself – that meant two witnesses if anything happened. When the nanny and the businessman soon disappeared, Y/N decided to try her breakfast at Tiffany’s another time. 'Time to use those ninja-skills you brag about to Sean,’
“Oh hello,” A not-too-friendly voice spoke up behind her. 'Oh merde,' 

Deciding to pretend she hadn’t heard him, Y/N sped up her pace, walking as fast as a girl in heels could. Suddenly she felt her necklace get pulled backward so hard she got troubles breathing, making her whole body follow.
“That’s some lovely piece of woman your jewelry got there,” that must have been the lamest, creepiest pick-up line Y/N had ever heard. With no one in sight, she tried her best to distract his attention away from robbing her. But instead of saying: “The pearls were my grandmothers”, whimpers escaped her lips.
“Flash,” the meta behind her seemed both tense and annoyed. If she could, Y/N would have breathed out in relief, but that being difficult, she tried her best just breathing normally.


Usually, when Barry went into Flash-mode, he didn’t notice the ones around him that weren’t in danger. His eyes were on the metas, and the metas only, so when he was done defeating the telekinesis, had sped him off to the old particle accelerator, his next task was at hand: Double check on the wounded. Though when he did came back, there weren’t many people at the crime-scene.
“Wow…” Barry said quietly, taking in the rich girl’s appearance. Her hair was sat up in a weird, kind of snobbish way, but that suited her in a way. And her lips! Her beautiful, pink lips, parted a bit because of the shock probably. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see the color of her, most likely, stunning eyes. The pearls were placed against her collarbones perfectly, and along with the black dress she looked very put together: Very higher-class: Very not the kind of people Barry hung out with – or were in his league.

At that same time, Y/N had just thawed from her frozen state: It was actually the Flash. He was in front of her. And before she could stop herself, the words spilled form her lips:
“Holy shit it’s him,” All she could think about was the face behind the mask. Would his smile match the warm, green and kind eyes? Would his personality do as well? Would he be a stuck up jerk, or the nicest guy possible? She wanted to see him, the real hero under the suit. Though just when she saw a blurred picture of him opening his mouth, Y/N lost control of her now numb body, and passed out.


“Now that’s one fine looking lady you got there, Bar,” Joe said, looking over to the other room at the rich girl. 
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” Cisco sucked on his lollypop while following Joe’s gaze. She’d been unconscious for about an hour, and Barry still hadn’t moved his attention from the sleeping beauty.
“Yeah…” He had answered, hoping for just that.

Y/N had found out, the hard way, that it was a terrible thing to pass out. Not only the uncomfortable feeling of not being able to see for seconds before she lost it, but also losing control of her legs. When she heard unfamiliar voices around her, Y/N decided it was for the best not to open her eyes completely just yet.
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” 'Oh dear God. I’m in my Holly-costume,“
"Yeah…” 'This honestly can’t get worse’Y/N kept thinking about the endless choices of near futures she had. Her rescuers could be kidnappers. The kidnappers could jury her in many ways, and considering her choice of outfit, robbery didn’t seem impossible. 'Oh please God almighty, please say they’re not rapists!’
"Hey, is it normal for unconscious people to have nightmares?” 'Crap, Blaise was right, I really need to work on my poker face! God dammit Y/N!’ Deciding her little act didn’t hold, Y/N opened her eyes, the first thing she saw being a wrist with black ink.

“Wow…” That was the second time that day. Barry just couldn’t stop himself, her eyes… They were the absolute perfect shade of Y/E/C. 
“Shit,” the stranger girl’s words were almost impossible to catch, but Barry did, and saw her eyes glued on his tattoo. His eyebrows furrowed, what was she doing? But once their eyes locked for what had to be the third time that day, he understood.
“It’s you,” he stated. His soulmate nodded.
“I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N,” She whispered, still looking deep into his eyes.
“Barry Allen,” at that he closed the gap. They kissed. Her on the bed, and him hovering over her. It didn’t take may minutes before Cisco made a big deal out of it.
“I told you, man!” He outed right after a wolf whistle. And the happy couple smiled. They had finally found each other. After all that time.

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A/N: The hard part of writing such clichés as a soulmate imagine, is that it’s almost impossible to write good! SO I hope the cuteness (hopefully there’s some cuteness in here…) made up for the bad writing and crappy ending:))

You finally received an action figure for Rogue One’s Galen Erso — what was that like? Were your kids excited?
It was very cool. I haven’t actually seen it yet, but they have texted me that it’s on its way in the mail. Because I have made a big thing out of not getting one. I was actually moaning quite a lot. I was moaning my way to get one, and finally I achieved it, so I’m at peace with that.

Well, if you’re going to be in a Star Wars movie, you have to get your own action figure.
I invented the Death Star — I mean, c’mon guys! [Laughs] -Mads Mikkelsen