he's twice my age

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Twelve

Summary: You fly out for Asylum and meet up with the rest of the cast, only to find out that you have to do your first ever solo panel in front of two thousand fans
Words: 4.4k (+ tweets)
Jared x Reader x Gen, Misha, Kim, Briana, Danneel, Jensen, JJ
Warnings: smut-ish phone calls, mild angst, fluff
Beta: @blacksiren

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In-flight wifi was a God sent gift on the flight to London.

Despite appearing calm and feeling tired, you couldn’t get to sleep for the first few hours due to anxious energy.

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Imagine being Jensen's younger sister and falling in love with Jeffrey when you visit him on set.

“How long?” came your brother’s rough voice as you looked down at your feet.

“Wh-what?” you whispered as he let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand down his face.

“How long have you been fuc-” he cut himself off, shaking his head “How long have you been seeing him, (Y/n)?” you expected him to be mad, after all he had walked on his baby sister having sex with a man when you were supposedly single for a long time. And it wasn’t the lies about your personal life that angered him, more like hurt him because you’d always tell him everything, or because he had decided to surprise you by coming to see you first after getting done with the shooting for this season of the show and had to face this. None of that, you assumed, angered him more than the fact that he knew said man. It was his once co-star, friend and much older man, Jeffrey.

“I just-” youfidgeted with your fingers “Not long, not as long as I’ve been trying to fight this that is.”

“Then for how long have you felt for him this way?” he said through gritted teeth and you looked at him hurt.

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[I’m On Fire] - Part 3

AU!Jeffrey x Reader

[Prompt: Jeffrey picking you up from school, and the scandal when everyone who thought he was your father, finds out he’s actually your boyfriend]

A/N: I wanted to write a flashback on how these two met, especially since they have such a huge age gap. In case any of you were curious – Also, I have been having such a serious struggle writing part 3 so if this is shitty or disappointed you guys in anyway…I’m so sorry in advance >.< I’ve written two different versions which I hated and now that I finished this draft I just wanted to post it without thinking. UGH again I’m sorry if its shitty. 

Tags: Smut, Daddy Kink, Fluff

Part 2 || Masterlist 

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Alma was bustling with life.

Students, lovers and friends gathered together in the tiny narrow restaurant bumping elbows by the dinner tables and getting to know one another as they crowded the bar. The walls were painted an aztec blue, decorated and adorned with textiles of white, orange and mustard yellow. The eclectic music was drowned out by the sound of heavy chatter and the clinking of wine glasses.

Juxtaposing this lively atmosphere, you found yourself seated across Phoebe and Regina spending the first half of your night dealing with their chilling stares and withdrawn attitudes.

No matter how many times you profusely apologised to them, they didn’t appear to be in a forgiving mood.

“Did you guys forget how we became friends in the first place?”, you argued after they continued refusing to accept your hurtful “excuses”.

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I meant to post this on my art blog but brain went on autopilot and logged in here, so might as well I guess?

I met a hiker in a Japanese depression forest. He was Canadian and twice my age. He kept saying “it’s all the same shit, over and over.” I told him I too was afflicted with redundance.

On the way back that eve, I passed a girl in a car singing her lungs out to the radio. She turned to me with eager jest and my deadpan glare began to fracture. I don’t miss life. I live it. But I’m swimming upstream here, minding parables.

anonymous asked:

Ahhhh I like my professor. He's twice my age and married with kids and likes me back. We have already agreed we can't fuck because it could very easily ruin his life but we still wanna be friends. He won't tell his wife about me though so I'm worried he is gonna get into trouble if she ever finds out he has been hiding me. WHAT DO?

find your own man.

So I was doing a project because all the customers in the store were taken care of. My project was packaging some caramel. I was still on the floor, facing so I could see if anyone came in so I could greet them. I was working alone on the floor (my supervisor was in the kitchen, which is still visible from the lobby area). This guy who I sold ice cream a few minutes prior was looking towards me, so I asked him if he needed anything. In response, he said “No, I’m just watching you.” This made me feel uncomfortable for a lot of reasons. First and foremost, I’m a sixteen year old girl and he was at least twice my age. Secondly, while sometimes people come in and watch us make fresh caramel or chocolates, trust me when I say what I was doing was not at all like that. It was just packaging. Whether or not he was honestly interested in what I was working on or was just being a creep I don’t know. As soon as he said that, however, I felt scared. I turned away from him, with my back facing the lobby, to see if he would stop watching me. I looked into the mirror behind the counters and saw he still was. So I pretended I needed to do something in the kitchen and went in there with my manager (who is a tall guy and like 30). I whispered to him that that guy was creeping me out and I wanted to stay in here until he left. Once the customer left, my manager told me that if that happens again to me, I can go to the back room and hide out. He also said if anyone is ever racist or sexist in the store, to grab him so he can kick them out

TL;DR: super creepy customer makes 16 year old employee feel uncomfortable, supervisor saves the day

anonymous asked:

duDE the music video thing I literally pick songs that have stories in them and just space out and people call me insane but it's what I do

dude same, i love long car rides, or when im riding a bus listening to music lmao

I was in love with my teacher. He always wore such tight clothes that showed off his body that could be likened to that of a god. Naturally I had no chance with him because he was twice my age, but a guy can dream.

One day while browsing in the library I saw a dust covered book that looked as if it hadn’t been touched in quite some time. As I pulled it out I saw that it was titled “Potions and Spells”. I assumed it was nothing more than a fantasy book, but I continued to read it nonetheless. Part way through I saw a recipe for a potion titled “The Fountain of Youth”. It claimed that this potion could regress someone’s age. Even though my mind was telling me it was just a fantasy book and didn’t actually work, I photocopied the page and got to work that night trying to create the potion.

One week later it was time for my school camp, with my favourite teacher coming on the camp too. During a hike, I had held to the back of the group as I knew it was my favourite teacher’s job to look after those at the back. I saw him go to grab a drink of water and his realisation that his water bottle was missing. I realised it was my time to strike. I handed him my water bottle with a smile and he happily used it to quench his thirst. Little did he know that it wasn’t just water that was in that bottle. As he took his last sip, I saw the realisation on his face that something was happening. He looked shocked as he began to shrink in height, his facial hair receding, in fact most of his body hair was receding. His face became more youthful and his tramping pack turned into a school bag. Before he had a chance to fully comprehend what was happening, I saw him blink and then all of sudden he seemed to forget everything that had just happened. “Phew, it’s hot,” I heard him say as he took off his shirt, revealing his toned and hairless body underneath. 

As he put his school bag back, on he started to run off towards the rest of the students. “Come on, we better catch up with the rest of the class, we wouldn’t want to get told off by the teacher!” he shouted back to me. I stood there in disbelief as I realised that the potion actually worked. My teacher had been regressed to that of a teenager, a smoking hot, age-appropriate teenager. The regression of the mind was unexpected, but I guess it’s better that way. Just as I was about to run over to catch up with him, I saw him checking me out. “I guess the extra potion I added to make him gay worked too,” I thought to myself as a smile began to appear on my face. I should probably be thinking about the consequences of what people will think of having lost a teacher but somehow gained a student, but for the time being, I’m just going to focus on the teacher - or should I say student, that is waiting up ahead for me. It’s going to be a fun school year.

Black [M]



b. i have beef w this ch. i had it finished long ago but i didn’t like it so i never posted it. after reading the whole fic again i thought it went alright with it so i kept it and touched up a couple things. 


d. thank you so much for waiting so long. and thanks to all the ppl who kept sending messages, i hope i didn’t let you down :( enjoy my lovelies!

( also, i think i’m gonna take the M rating off lmao )

characters: dean x oc, zico x oc, crush, rome x oc

genre: angst(ish?), university au

rated: m, violence, (mentions of) abuse (physical and physiological), sexual content (not in this ch)

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chapter 6: 

the automatic doors didn’t open fast enough. I felt like my only enemy right now was time. zico drove over the speed limit, luckily with no ticket, but it still felt like I spent hours in the car. everyone was a uneasy and the minute we got there, I bolted out of the car and sprinted to emergencies.

“I got a call,” I heaved. the woman behind the desk read my expression in a heartbeat and sorrow crossed her face.

“what’s your name sweetie?” she asked.

“park chaeyeon” I panted, desperation running through my veins. I needed to see it with my own eyes. I knew there was nothing I could do but I needed to see him. I needed to know that there was no bringing him back.

she began typing into the computer and I felt a hand on my shoulder. zico wrapped me in his arms but I didn’t look away from the woman before me.

“the morgue is downstairs. he was just taken down. would you like to see him before the autopsy is performed?” I stood still and I felt a wave of heat come over me. I couldn’t speak, if I tried, I knew it would turn into sobs and I didn’t want that.

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I work at a somewhat small grocery store where we have departments like floral, bakery, etc. and I was standing at my register when an elderly man walked up and asked if I could help him in floral, since the only person we have working there was off the clock. We weren’t busy so I went ahead and walked with him to floral and asked one of my managers to help me (a male) since I don’t know exactly all the things to do in that department.

We are all in floral and he wanted some flowers arranged a certain way and wanted some balloons inflated, so me and my manager get everything done and my manager rings him up over there while I put his items in his cart, as it’s one of our cashier requirements.

He reached into his back pocket for his wallet and struggles a little bit, and turns around and says “M'am, I’m not so good with my arms and I’m a little stuck back here getting my wallet, could you get it for me?”

He’s obviously able to reach around for his wallet if that’s his designated place for it, and he looked to be twice my age, so I was feeling a little uncomfortable with him asking my to reach into his back pocket.

So I walked behind the counter and asked my male manager if he could help the customer out with his wallet. As soon as I asked the customer, in a very grumpy tone, said “never mind I got it, don’t you touch me.” And walked out without saying anything else. Was he trying to be slick???


Cogsmith Gorram Barleybrave, chief of the Machinists’ Union and member of the Free City of Ravenstead advisory council to the Queen.

Barleybrave is a genius inventor, firebrand labor rights activist, and a crack shot. His custom pistols and longarm have grips made from some kind of ivory- some say thundertusk, some say mournfang. A few hint that the ivory from each gun came from the horned helm of a different Chaos Lord. Barleybrave never gives the same answer twice.

Alright, I thought about romances for awhile, but I’m afraid I got nothing. Sorry.

Cassandra: Doesn’t comment on their age to be polite, though she frets over them a bit more. At some point, if they’re annoying her, she might mutter “Why don’t you just crawl into the Grand Necropolis right now?”

Blackwall: He’s very respectful of them, seeing them as wiser than him. If he gets more comfortable talking to them, he may start teasing them lightly now and then about aching limbs.

Iron Bull: Isn’t fazed by their age– under the Qun, everyone works until they’re about halfway in the grave, and it’s not unusual at all for him to see someone older with the title of Inquisitor. Nevertheless, he sometimes jokingly calls them “old man/woman” if they don’t get offended.

Sera: Constantly pokes fun at their age. “You’re almost as old as Solas!” she cracks, and she and the Inquisitor cackle at Solas, who just rolls his eyes.

Varric: After getting past the initial prodding jokes about them, he actually helps them out more than they would like, but he keeps them from numerous injuries. “Watch your step, it’s too damned steep here.”

Cole: “They ache in places, but they’re not as old as Solas.” he says, befuddled when someone mentions how old the Inquisitor is to him. The others (most of all Sera) laugh, thinking it’s a joke, while Solas sweats and makes a mental note to have a word with Cole.

Solas: Tries not to smirk when people refer to the Inquisitor as the oldest member of the Inner Circle. Beyond that, he makes no comments or reacts much to their age. He may offer a spell on occasion to keep them spry.

Dorian: He actually doesn’t comment much on it at first, but later on, he asks them if they’re having any physical problems like arthritis or whatnot. He offers to help with his magic if they do, and if they ever feel flustered about how old they are or look, he tries to cheer them up. “Come, now, you’re more than twice my age and you look almost as good!”

Vivienne: Is actually pleased by the fact the Inquisitor is older– wiser and less naive, in her opinion, than a younger person may be. She doesn’t make many comments about it, and the most she does is offer a poultice or potion if they’re aching.

Leliana: They remind her of Wynne, and she is nicer to them as a result. If they ever feel down due to their age, she tells them about Wynne, and about how great she was, no matter how old she got. It makes the Herald feel better, and as they ask for more stories, it takes some effort on Leliana’s part to not tear up.

Cullen: He never comments on their age, ever, to be polite. Secretly, though, he frets a bit over their health, and tries to direct any healers that come to him for lyrium withdrawal to check on the Inquisitor instead.

Josephine: Is hardly moved by their age– she’s met dowagers and nobles decades older than the Herald. Nevertheless, she sees that all their needs are met, and arranges for a healer to look them over more often than the others, much to the Herald’s distaste.

Music Video

Request: Can you do a imagine where Y/N is a famous R&B artist and is dating Peter Parker and has a music video to do (Do U Dirty by Kehlani) so she invites him to be in the music video as the love interest where she’s grinding and teasing him leaving flustered and he doesn’t know how to react because he’s so sweet… 💕💕💕

You sat in your biology class waiting for the bell to ring. You were so very uninterested in the words being said. You and your boyfriend had already studied and read the chapters the test was going to be over. It was in preparation for you to be out for a week doing a music video. There were plenty of people with bands in your high school, you happened to land a solo career. It was luck mixed with talent, you just so happened to be singing in the right spot at the right time for someone very important to hear you. Since then, everyone wanted to be your friend, which was fine and all but you were a nerd before all of this. You were just a girl who’s boyfriend talked her into an open mic night. Before that night you were just Peter Parker’s girlfriend, people knew you were the weird-nerd-behind-the-camera’s girlfriend so you didn’t see why now all of a sudden you should just accept all of these new people into your life. As the bell rang, signaling the end of class and the end of the school day you found Peter waiting at your locker. You grinned at him and immediately hugged him. You loved the way Peter smelled, and if you hugged him long enough that smell would linger on you.

“How was your day?” he asked as you let him go. You gave him a look of pure exhaustion.

“I have been rehearsing choreography for four days straight, and then the actor that I my manager wanted me to use well he is like twice my age! Mom put her foot down, thank god! But now… no actor,” you sighed, and grabbed the last of your books before closing the locker.

“I’m sorry. Is you biology teacher going to let you take that test early?”

“Yes, and thank you very much for helping me study.”

“No problem, whatever you need.”

As he said that the wheels started turning in your head. He walked with you out of the school, he usually rode with you home. Well most of the time the driver would take him home.

“Peter, would you be willing to help me with something?”

“Uh yeah, sure.”

“Call Aunt May, you’re gonna be home late. Tell her it’s for me and she won’t care.” you advised. It was true though, Aunt May adored you. Peter liked to joke that she liked you more than him, you weren’t always so sure there was no truth to that statement. You entered the apartment you and your mom had moved to once you got popular. It was a nicer place with a dance studio… or rather an extra room you used as a dance studio. The floors were sprung hardwood and the wall was covered in mirrors.

“I would like you to be my music video boyfriend too,” You said.

“What?” Peter asked.

“I know you can dance,” you teased, that’s how you met, Aunt May put him  in dance and he was the only boy there. For some reason the two of you hit it off.

“Well yeah, but for one of your music videos?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun. I’ll teach you the choreography all these next two weeks, and then we’ll shoot.” you assured. He looked apprehensive so you whipped out the puppy dog eyes, “Pretty please, Petey?” you asked.

“Fine, okay,” he agreed, “Stop making that face.”

You surged forward and kissed him excitedly, “Oh how did I get so lucky? Especially with all the fuckboys swarming in that school.”

“I wonder how I got so lucky. I mean you’re a star.”

“I’m still the girl you pushed out to go to open mic night. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

“I’m sure you would have been found on your own. You’re too talented to stay hidden.” he smiled sweetly.

“I love you, Peter.”

“Love you too.”

After weeks of grueling choreography, mostly just you showing Peter his moves with the help of your choreographer, it was time to shoot. You found it easier to keep on a persona with your music, sure the sexy, cool R&B persona that people knew you by was a part of you but it was a small previously well hidden. Peter had gotten peaks of it, especially in your teasing, but you planned to give him a full show. You were happy that the choreography didn’t ask much of him, just to be in the right place at the right time. The music started up once you were all in position. Peter was absolutely bewildered as you dance on and around him. He barely made it to the right places. He didn’t know if he should touch you or not.

You pushed and pulled at him rolling your body against his, then leaving him all together in favor of the camera. The words of the song fell from your lips effortlessly while you went through the choreography for the first location. You did multiple takes of course, and by the end of it the two of you were absolutely pooped.

“You did great, Pete!” You grinned giving him a warm hug. This embrace was very different from the ones he had been receiving all day.

“Really? Because I felt like a meat ball. You're… you’re gorgeous in front of that camera,” he complimented earnestly. He shifted his weight on his feet nervously, “I didn’t even know what to do with myself.”

“I’m sure it’ll come out perfect.” you assured, “I thought you handled yourself well, better than half the professionals, and I wouldn’t have even minded if you wanted to grab a little something,” you winked, teasing him. Peter just wasn’t the type to do something like that without your permission and even then it was dicey. His face was red at your words and he seemed to be struggling to get out a sentence.

“You are just too sweet, Peter Parker,” you sighed pinching his cheek.

“Hey!” he complained batting your hand away, “I can be macho… and grabby.”

“Nah, but it’s fine, I love the way you love me. My mom ordered pizza, how about we chill, get comfy and watch a movie, and you can see how grabby you can persuade yourself to be.”

Peter loved just seeing you in your sweats and a random t-shirt that probably belonged to him at some point. He looked at how soft and warm you looked and set upon wrapping his arms around you and hugging you close while you focused on shoving pizza in your mouth.

“This is your definition of grabby?”

“Mmhm,” he answered.

You settled into the position. It was nice, you liked his definition of grabby.

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I work in a pharmacy. A patient asked me out on a date shortly after clarifying he didn't need his Viagra refill. After I turned him down and he left, I double-checked his profile. He was exactly twice my age.