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Meet the Ackles - Part Six

Aesthetic by @whatthecastiel

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Pairing: Eventual Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Like lots of fluff. Jensen and the reader acting like children.

Words: 2.5k

Summary:  Reader is an actress on the show Supernatural, and is attending a convention in Houston, when she misses her flight back home, and ends up stranded in Texas. Her Co-Star, Jensen Ackles, being the gentleman he is, offers to let her stay with him and his family in Dallas. Y/N and Jensen are barely work friends, let alone close enough spend a week together at Jensen’s childhood home. Seeing Jensen with his family might just change how the reader feels about her “just on screen” love interest.

A/N: Eeeep! I don’t know if you know, but I’m so damn excited as to where this story is headed! Thank you to my other half @highonpastries for being my wonderful beta <3 Don’t know what I’d do without her.

Disclaimer: (I can’t believe I have to include this), LIKE ALL FICTION, this is fake. I have no idea what Jensen or his family is like. I try to keep people and places as close to real life as possible, but like I said this is fiction, and is losely based off of my ex-boyfriend and I’s relationship.


I hate birds. You internally groaned. It’s too early to be this goddamn loud. You squeezed your eyes tighter, trying your best to ignore their heinous chirping with little success. You scowled, eyes still shut cursing the God that decided birds are morning people. You went to roll to your other side when you realized your movement had been restricted by a pair of strong warm arms wrapped around your torso, that only squeezed you tighter as you moved.

Your eyes shot straight open, as you laid as still as possible. You shifted feeling Jensen pressed up against your entire backside, his face snuggled into the back of your neck, your legs intertwined, his firm chest covering your back, arms wrapped around you, your ass pressed against his…

You panicked, not wanting Jensen to wake up forcing you both into an awkward apology session, and slowly began to fight the bear hug you were wrapped in. You pulled against Jensen, rolling towards the end of the bed, untangling your legs from his, trying to hook them at the edge of the bed to use for leverage.

You tugged.

Jensen groaned.

You tugged harder.

Jensen hugged you tighter.

You tugged, putting all your strength into it.

Jensen let go.

And you fell to the floor with a hard thud, the cold morning air hitting you instantly. Jensen moaned at the commotion, rolling over to his other side, still blissfully asleep. You got up off the ground, glaring at the sleeping man that was the cause of your pain, and checking your phone to see what time it was.

Six thirty-two? What the hell, Birds?!?

You reached into your bag, mentally kicking yourself for deciding to travel light to HoustonCon. You looked around the room and noticed a wooden dresser in the corner, under a signed 1996 Dallas Cowboys Super Bowl poster.

The drawer creaks open loudly, and you check to see if it woke up Jensen. It didn’t. He was still passed out. You riffled through the old clothes, finally settling when you found a gray sweatshirt with ‘Berkner Bell Guard’ printed on the front in bold green font, and ‘Ackles’ scribbled in a fancy white print.

You slipped the sweatshirt over your head, it stopping just above the end of your shorts. You examined the items on top of the dresser, finding, a few blue ribbons, hanging on acting trophies, a couple old pictures of Jensen at homecoming or prom, your eyes finally landing on a BHS ‘95-’96 year book.

Bingo. Let’s figure out what the hell a Bell Guard is. You thought to yourself, pulling the dusty book into your arms.

You quietly made your way downstairs and outside into the chilly Dallas air. You sat down gently onto the wooden swing you saw under the big oak tree the day before. You wrapped your arms around the two ropes holding the swing up for balance, placing the yearbook in your lap, and began flipping through the pages.

You flipped through the black and white pages, pictures of people smiling back at you covering them. You finally found a picture of Jensen in an intense stance, wearing a baseball helmet and holding a up a bat behind his head. Senior, Jensen Ackles, warms up to hit one out of the park!

Lame caption. You thought flipping to the next page. Senior representative, Jensen Ackles, advocates for student rights! Jensen was sitting at the head of a table, arms out like he was trying to explain something, under the big block letters that read ‘Student Council’.

The next page Jensen was on was the theatre club page. He was dressed in Elizabethan Era clothing, calling up to a girl in a tower. Senior, Jensen Ackles is our real life Romeo!

You continued to flip through the pages researching your costar’s high schools career, finally landing on the page that had peeked your interest. Bell Guard.

The pages had pictures of Jensen and a couple guys in some sort of pants and shirt uniform, with double stripes going down the sides, lining the clothes. There were three times as many girls in the photos in tight tops and skirts. In the first photo at the top of the page, the guys were lined up in a single row, standing in the back, with girls squatting, sitting, and laying down in the rows in front of them.

Below that picture was a photo of some sort of human pyramid, with Jensen and a few of the other guys at the base, lifting the other girls into the air. On the next page was a close up of Jensen and another girl on the team in the same position: Hands in fists, one resting on the hip, the other straight in the air. Seniors, Jensen Ackles and Kaylee Williams, cheer on our boys at the big game!

“Jensen was a cheerleader?” You laughed, unable to stop the wide smile on your face. In the bottom corner were two separate portraits of a petite blonde girl and Jensen, side by side, the label ‘Captains’ above them.

I love Bell Guard! My favorite part is learning new tricks and routines, and finding new ways to work as a team! - Co-Captain, Jensen Ackles

“Whatcha readin’?” Jensen asked, causing you to jump. You hadn’t anticipated he be up this early, you would’ve anticipated he died sooner than getting up at seven in the morning with a hangover you were sure he had.

“Dammit, Jensen! You scared the shit out of me!” You said turning to look at him.

He still had bed head, his hair standing straight on its end. At least he had put on a pair of gray sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and a sweater.

“Coffee?” He offered holding out a mug to you.

“Depends,” You squinted at him. “Is it black?”

“Nope,” He smiled. “I put my mom’s fancy raspberry creamer in it for you.”

“Thank you.” You smiled back at him, gladly accepting the warm mug, and taking a sip. “Mmm.” You moaned.

“Like it?”


“See you found my old sweatshirt.”

“It was cold.”

“Ahh.” He nodded. “So, what did you find?”

“Uh,” You said looking down in your lap. “Your high school yearbook.”

“What year?” He asked, sitting down in the dewy grass.


“Senior year.” He nodded. “Found anything good?”

“Besides the fact that you were a cheerleader,” You sighed. “It would seem the yearbook editor had a hard on for you.”

“Okay, one, I wasn’t in there that much.” He rolled his eyes, “And two, I was not a cheerleader.”

“One,” You mocked, “Yes you were, and every caption romanticized the shit out of you, and two, yes you were! You cheered on the team! You were a cheerleader! The only thing missing were pom poms!”

“We only used pom poms at pep assemblies.” You raised an eyebrow at him, taking a sip of coffee, as a look of horror spread across his face. “Oh my God, I was a friggin’ cheerleader!”

“Yup!” You nodded. “And you were co-captain.”

“Jesus Christ,” he swore. “I was also on the baseball team, does it mention that?”

“It does, but I didn’t find a baseball sweatshirt, I found a cheerleading sweatshirt.” You smirked.

“Yeah ya did.” He smiled to himself. He took a sip of his coffee before rubbing his forehead and looking back up at you. “How, uh, how drunk did I get last night? Did Nesnej come out?”

“Nes-what?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“That’s what I call my alter, drunk, ego. Nesnej. It’s Jensen spelt backwards.”

“Gotcha.” You nodded. “And, uh, kinda. How much do you remember?”

“I think I remember everything, but I think I had a dream that we sang together last night.”

“That was real.”

“Did we meet Billy Joel?”

“That was a dream.” You laughed.

“Ahh, okay.” He licked his lips. “Sorry if I was too clingy last night. Jared tells me I’m an affectionate drunk.”

“It’s fine.” You shrugged. “I don’t think the fan we met minded.”

“We met a fan last night?” His eyes widened.

“Yeah, lemme check and see if she posted the photo anywhere.” You took your phone out of the sweatshirt pocket, unlocking it and tapping on instagram, and heading to your tagged photos. You were use to being tagged in reposts by fans, so you had to search a little to finally find the photo the girl took of you and Jensen.

Met 2 members the cast of Supernatural last night! #daitlynisreal #thirdwheeling #ishipit @jensenackles @Y/IG/H was I crashing your date??

Your heart lept out of your chest as you read the tags. You guys weren’t a real couple, and you couldn’t have people thinking that. You didn’t realize when you accepted Jensen’s invitation that it would look a lot like you guys were dating. You weren’t. Jensen was just being nice and giving you a place to stay for a week.

“Found it?” Jensen asked pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Uh, yeah.” You smiled handing him the phone. “Surprisingly you don’t look as smashed as you were.”

“Daitlyn is real?” He scrunched his forehead, handing the phone back to you. “Who’s Daitlyn?”

“It’s us,” you rolled your eyes at him. “It’s the ship name for our characters, Dean and Kaitlyn.”

“Ah.” He raised his eyebrows. “And I’m assuming this is a popular ‘ship’?”

“Yep.” You nodded. “Though not nearly as popular as Destiel.”

“Oh, yeah, I know that one.” He nodded. “I know that one a little too well.”

“It’s Misha’s OTP.” You teased.

“I don’t know what that means, but if I know Misha, I want nothing to do with it.” He shook his head. You giggled, tugging on the sleeves of Jensen’s sweatshirt and looking down at the photo of you, Jensen, and the fan in your lap, causing you to smile.

“Well, I don’t know about you,” Jensen said breaking the comfortable silence. “But I’m starving.”

You nodded slipping your phone into your pocket and pulling the year book up against your chest. “Me too.”

“Great.” He smiled, standing up off the ground. “Let’s go make some breakfast. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”

“We do?”

“Yep!” He grinned holding out a hand to help you stand from the swing, which you gladly accepted. He took the yearbook from you, still open to the page displaying his glory days, shaking his head. “I swear if you tell anyone about this-”

“Oh don’t worry, I already tweeted about it.” You smiled.

“You are so dead.” You took a that as your queue to run full speed towards the front door, Jensen dropping the yearbook and coffee cups in the grass to chase after you.

“Gimme your phone!” He called after you.

“Never!” You yelled back. You ran as fast as your legs would carry you, knowing good and well you couldn’t out run Jensen. You just had to beat him to the front door and lock him out. You were almost there when you felt Jensen grab your waist, lifting you into the air for a moment while you tried to squirm away from him, before he brought you down onto the grass, straddling your body, and pinning both your hands above your head using only one of his large hands.

“Stop!” You giggled, as he reached into your pocket in search for your phone. He managed to dig it out, despite your squirming.

“Password!” He demanded.

“No!” You protested.

“Tell me your password!” He repeated.

“Or what?” You challenged.

He squinted his eyes down at you, his hands immediately moving to your sides and tickling you.

“Agh! Jensen! Stop it!” You screeched between fits of laughed.

“Just tell me your damn password!” He said tickling you even harder.

“Alright! Alright! I’ll tell you!” You laughed out of breath. “Just stop it!”

He lifted his hands up, still holding your phone into the air. “‘Kay, what is it, sweetheart?”

You let out a small sigh. “Fine. It’s zero, five, fourteen.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Isn’t that the day you joined the cast?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

“Because Jared and I watched your audition that day, and I told casting they’d be crazy not to cast you.”

“Really?” You had no idea he and Jared even watched your audition.

“Yeah, it was between you and some other girl and I knew you were perfect.” He smiled down.

Your heart swelled as you smiled back at him, staring into his gorgeous eyes. You both just looked at each other for a moment, before Jensen cleared his throat, turning his attention back to the task at hand.

You surpressed the laugh bubbling at the back of your throat as Jensen scrolled through your twitter feed, finding absolutely nothing about him.

“You didn’t post anything on here!” He scowled at you. You erupted with laughter, as Jensen continued to glare at you.

“Y-y-you’re just s-so gu-llible!” You managed to squeak out between fits of laughter.

“I am not!” He scowled at you.

“Are too!” You giggled.

“Take that back!”


“Take. It. Back.”


“You’re going to regret that.” He glared. He turned your phone to your Instagram and clicking on live stream, lifting it into the air, and pressing start. “Hey guys, Jensen Ackles here.”

“What are you going?” You said reaching for your phone. Jensen grabbed your hands holding them together, his attention still on the video.

“This is what happens when you’re a punk.” He turned the phone to the side, capturing himself and you in the camera, and pinning your hands back above your head.

“What are you-“

Jensen made the most disgusting sound, insinuating he was getting ready to spit.

“Jensen! Stop it!” You said as he smiled at you getting ready to dangle a glob of spit above your face.

“Jensen! No!” You screamed as his spit hung above your forehead. “Jensen, stop it! Stop! Okay, fine! I take it back! I take it back! You’re not gullible! You’re the least gullible person on the planet!”

He sucked the spit back up, ending the video, smiling victoriously, and let you go. “Good.”

“God, you’re such an ass!” You smacked him. “Now get off of me.”

“I dunno. I kinda like it.” He winked.

“Get off.” You shoved him with all your might, knocking him onto his back. You sat up, taking advantage of the situation, and quickly climbing on top of Jensen, pinning his shoulders to the ground. “Who’s the punk now?”

“Still you, princess.” He smiled. “And as much as I’d enjoy wrestling you, I’m starving.”

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My student submitted the most disturbing “Living History” project I’ve ever seen 

By reddit user gretelcat

One of my least favorite parts about being a middle school history teacher is the bullshit “Living History” assignments we give at the end of every school year. Kids are supposed to sit with their grandparents and video tape, voice record, or transcribe their oldest memories for posterity (and for an easy way to bring up their GPA).

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It’s time for today’s Hiveswap development team interview!

Hey there folks! We’re back with our next Hiveswap developer interview, right on schedule. This week we’re chatting with our animation director Angela Sham, who – as some of you may already be aware – was already creatively contributing to the Homestuck universe before she started working on Hiveswap. So let’s jump right in!

Introduce yourself to the fans! What is your specific role on the Hiveswap team?

Hullo!! My name’s Angela and I’m the animation director on Hiveswap. I’m responsible for overseeing the development of sprites, cutscenes, and basically anything that moves. Together with our lead animator Adrienne, I help to make the pictures go. I’m very lucky to be drift compatible with her.

When and how did you get your start on the Hiveswap project?

Two years ago What Pumpkin (WP) brought me on to animate Act 7, and then I transitioned into game work! Speaking of Act 7, you can check that out right here if you’d like.

Tell us a little bit about your career background! How did you get your start in animation? Do you have any advice for others looking to enter this field?

I didn’t ever expect to be an animator, to be honest. I didn’t go to school for art, and animation was a manic sort of hobby that helped me concentrate. When I graduated I decided to give it a shot as a career and happened to start freelancing for Sparkler Monthly, where another WP employee was also working, and that was when I joined the Homestuck team. My advice is, there is no one “right” way to enter the field, so draw what you want and put it out there. In my case, I drew fan art and a Homestuck fan animation called “A Lullaby for Gods,” and… here we are! In fact, you can watch “A Lullaby for Gods” right here if you’re so inclined.

We’re making a video game, so of course the question must be asked: what’s your favorite game of all time, and what games are you playing currently (if any)?

This is an impossible question; how could you ask me this!? You’re gonna have to settle for categories of favorite/influential games, including hits like I Cried for 50 Days (Shadow of the Colossus); Why Am I Doing This to Myself (God Hand); I Have a Mouth and It Is Screaming (Rule of Rose, Haunting Ground); I’m Just RPG Trash (Final Fantasy IX, Okami, Paper Mario, Kingdom Hearts); and Gitaroo-Man (Gitaroo-Man). I’m currently playing through NieR: Automata, and I drive around in Grand Theft Auto V when I really need to relax.

Are there any games that you currently use or have used as inspiration for your own animation work here on Hiveswap, or just in general?

Street Fighter III, BlazBlue, and Skullgirls for sure.

As an animator, you must have some favorite cartoons and/or anime – tell us about them!

Tekkonkinkreet was the film that made me want to animate. Something about it made me realize it was possible, that such an incredible thing was made by people, even though I grew up on a healthy diet of cartoons and anime. Some favorite cartoons include Hey Arnold! and Ed, Edd n Eddy, while Samurai Champloo and Escaflowne rank among my favorite anime. Animators who have been especially influential to me include Hiroyuki Imaishi, Yutaka Nakamura, Norio Matsumoto, and Sergio Pablos. I could talk all day about animation, so I’m gonna do you all a favor and head myself off at the pass.

What’s your workstation like? Do you like to listen to any particular kinds of music while you work? If so, tell us about it!

I work from home, so it gets very… uh… listen, there are a lot of snacks within arm’s reach, between my monitors and just a bit too close to all of my art books. Nobody should be told about this, let’s move on.

Favorite Homestuck character?

HMMM. The beta kids are nearest and dearest to my heart; I can’t rank them because they wouldn’t be great without each other. And their patron trolls. So I guess I have eight favorite characters, and are we only being asked impossible questions now.

Favorite Homestuck ship?

GUESS SO. In the early days, I was really ready for Karkat >3>John to happen, but after all these years, the long-buried ship that I think of every so often when I’m lying awake at night wondering where it all went is… Dave/Terezi.

Favorite Homestuck flash?

Lord. I’ve been going through flashes for like 40 minutes now, and this one is actually impossible. This isn’t an answer, but the first one I checked was Jade:Enter, then Jack:Ascend, then Descend, then Make Her Pay, then…

Do you have a personal message you’d like to relay to all the Homestuck and Hiveswap fans out there?

I know. You don’t think I know, but I know. I’m there too.

How to study like a straight A student

I did really well during my first year of college, and aside from a B+ in statistics (which was really good for me, haha! I’m not good at math), I had A’s in all of my classes. I’m certain that the reason I did so well was due to the way that I figured out how to study, so here are some tips I have based on what I did to study this past year!

1. Sit in the front row.

This isn’t high school anymore, it’s not embarrassing or nerdy to sit in the front row. By sitting in the front row, you won’t be tempted to check your phone and you won’t be distracted by looking at the people around you. I focus best in the front row. This also gives you a chance to easily ask any questions you have.

2. Show up to class a little early.

Show up to class about five minutes early every day, if possible. During the time it takes your professor to get set up, read through your previous notes. If you do this every day, you’ll begin to memorize info that you certainly wouldn’t have learned if you spent those five minutes before class just scrolling through tumblr. 

3. Type your notes and print them out.

If you prefer to spend a lot of time on hand written notes, then go crazy. However, I don’t really have time to make aesthetic notes, so I prefer to just write my notes by hand during class, then copy them into microsoft word so I can organize and print them out. This makes the notes much easier to read, and it’s much easier on the eyes. 

4. Do every assignment. Yes, EVERY assignment.

I don’t know why there’s advice floating around on tumblr telling people that it’s okay to skip a ton of homework assignments, because I definitely wouldn’t recommend it at all. Of course some assignments might be stupid or seem too small to matter, but if you’re being graded on them, you need all the points you can get. Trust me, just because homework assignments only account for 10-15% of your final grade, that doesn’t mean that they won’t be the difference between a B+ and an A-. Think about it: if your homework is 10% of your grade and you didn’t do it, you would literally have to get NOTHING wrong on your exams just to get the lowest A- possible. 

5. Don’t skip. Don’t skip. Don’t skip. 

Don’t skip if you can help it. If there is a serious emergency and you really can’t make it, try your hardest to get the best notes you can from someone who was in class. There’s nothing worse than sitting down for a test and realizing that a ton of the questions are about content you missed when you were absent. 

6. Go over material in your head when you’re not busy. 

If you’re in the shower or waiting in line at the cafe, go over class material in your head. Think about what you learned that day. If you do this often, this will help significantly with retention. 

7. Make flashcards throughout the semester, not the night before the final.

Don’t be one of those students who has to relearn an entire textbook the week before finals. If you’re studying right, studying for finals should be relatively painless. Throughout the semester, make flashcards of class content and regularly go over them. The easiest way to do this is to use quizlet.com and fill in definitions and other things you need to know, and use their helpful games and quizzes to memorize the info. It even keeps track of the definitions you rarely get wrong, so you know what you don’t need to study as much. 

8. Makes specific agendas for what you need to study and get done. 

When I study, I need to have a very specific to-do list detailing exactly what I want to get done. This will motivate you to keep going because you’re able to check off what you’ve already done. 

9. Don’t get discouraged by a bad grade- take it as motivation.

This is much easier said than done, but I had to do this in my western civilization class when I very nearly failed the first set of exams. If this happens to you, you should definitely take time to be upset about the grade, but don’t let yourself think it’s the end of the world. If you do badly, at least you know what to expect on the next assignment/exam so you know how to alter your studying to prepare for the next one. You can do it! I started western civ with a high D+ after my first exams, but I pulled out with an A- at the end of the semester! 

Anything For You

Me? A sucker for the wedding trope.
Hope you guys like this one though <3

Title: Anything For You
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: Peter is your date to a wedding and all your relatives love him. Just one issue: you’re not actually dating.
Word Count: 1,640
Warnings: None
Tagged: @tmrhollandkay @kindnesswins @melconnor2007 @mcheung0314

Your name: submit What is this?

           "Y/N,“ Peter coughs as you tighten his tie. "Chill.”

           "Sorry,“ you say quickly, loosening the knot just a bit.

           He gives you a good-natured smile, adjusting the collar of his shirt a bit. Staring in the mirror, Peter fixes up a few other aspects of his appearance as you watch.

           "Thanks for being my date to this thing,” you tell him. You’ve already expressed your appreciation to him multiple times, but you still felt the obligation to say it.

           Peter’s adjusting a few strands of his hair as you speak. He looks at you in the reflection of the mirror and gives you a reassuring smile.

           "It’s no problem,“ he insists, shoving his hands in his pocket. "Anything for my best friend. Besides, I couldn’t let you suffer through the ceremony alone.”

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anonymous asked:

i love when jimin flirts with jungkook on stage and jungkook gets flustered, he can't hide it lmao. i think 2015 was the year that jungkook had an internal crisis towards his relationship with jimin. he sometimes looked like he wanted to show affection, but couldn't. and other times he did it, but then he looked embarassed. i don't know, i think it was like 'the year that jeon jungkook FINALLY realized his feelings' lmao.

oh goodie, my trash self is awaking. I know what you are talking about. Jungkook gets flustered when Jimin gets too close to him. 

I don’t really know what happened though, but Jungkook had those moments of hesitation in 2015, for example, when he wanted to put his hand on Jimin’s shoulder, but he didn’t.

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I work at Chickfila. Every Tuesday is “Kid’s Night,” and we do some sort of craft, like make trees out of pipe cleaners, or glue tissue paper to a person outline. Today, it was paint flowers with celery stalks. It was also the first night I was asked to lead it.

I adored watching the kids paint flowers and stems and the different designs they swirled into the background. But most of all, I liked talking to them. Little kids say the darndest things. Maddie, 11, said her favorite color was sea green and she wanted an accent wall in her bedroom because she saw it in a Lowe’s commercial for painter’s tape. Kennedy, 8, said she likes doing cannonballs because she sinks all the way to the bottom of the pool. Christopher didn’t say anything, but he did make all the flower stamps into smiling people.

I asked every single one what their name was, what their favorite color was, and what grade they were going into.

But you know what every single one of them going into third grade said when I asked if they were excited for school? Every single one?

“I used to be.”

I used to be.

They have only had three years of school, but now they aren’t excited.

“Why aren’t you excited now?”

They all stopped painting, brows furrowing, before they looked up and gave me a sheepish smile.

“I’m scared about the STAAR test.”




beccadrawsstuff  asked:

what kinda headcanons? I'll chuck some out see if you like any of them: klance as parents, first paladins, victuuri as an old married couple, hunk and pidge friendship, lotor's generals


All of these are rad… I think I’ll definitely have to do Hunk and Pidge as friends eventually… but for now have some Klance as parents headcanons. 


  • Fun dad. King of bedtime stories and surprise tickle fights when his kids come around the corner. 
  • Performing arts dad - buys all the tutus, bedazzles the tulle, helps his daughters with their makeup back stage. 
  • Lets his daughters practice their makeup skills on him
  • *sneaking up on Keith after the girls have gone to bed* “Oh my god, you’ve been attacked” “Am I a pretty boy?” “Do not kiss me with thatLANCE NO! NO NO NO!”
  • Makes sunday brunch every weekend.
  • Fashion dad - “Keith don’t let them dress themselves!” “What, they look fine.” “They’re wearing plaid with polka…! Oh my god! Jeanie come here!”
  • Cries a lot. “I’m just so proud!” “Babe… they’re just graduating to middle school.”
  • Hilarious. So fantastic with kids. All of his daughter’s friends adore him. They get excited every year when career day rolls around and they know Lance is going to come in and tell some awesome stories about space.
  • “Did you meet any aliens?!” “Sure did, and I married the prettiest one.” All the kids laugh. They have no idea. 
  • Rubs his scruffy cheek on his daughter’s faces.


  • Discipline dad. Genuinely terrifying. No one crosses him. 
  • Soft and quiet generally. Pulls his daughters on to his lap frequently to talk about their day or lecture them about safety.
  • Lance may help his daughters with their makeup, but Keith always does their hair. Their friends are jealous of their perfect ballerina buns.
  • “Needs more glitter” - Keith, pulling out a can of glitter hairspray.
  • While the other kids might adore lance, they are in awe of Keith. He’s an urban legend. So cool! Did you know Keith rides a motorcycle and wears a leather jacket? That’s nothing, I heard he wrestled a bear with a plastic butter knife and a pencil!
  • No one plays the “My dad could beat up your dad” game with Keith’s daughters. 
  • Protective dad - “Macy better watch herself, Mark! If I see her check my kid again…!” “Babe… it’s peewee hockey.”
  • When his daughters are of dating age, Keith gives the boyfriend’s THE TALK.
  • His daughters are armed and dangerous. They’ll kill you in a parking lot with just their car keys. Don’t touch them. 

As a pair

  • Really gross. So in love. Will frequently kiss in front of their daughters to gross them out.
  • “Aren’t you glad that your dads love each other?” “Yes but can’t you just… do that in private??” “We do other things in private.” “DAD!!”
  • Birthday parties are a BIG FUCKING DEAL. Lance and Keith throw the most banging parties. Giant birthday cake by Hunk? Check. Petting zoo? Check. Water balloon fights? Check. Bonfires and smores? Check check. Funny ghost stories where the ghosts spook children with farting? … check. 
  • Attend every single piano recital, ballet performance, hockey game, and school play.
  • Argue with PTA moms. 
  • Whenever their daughters have a particularly awful tantrum. “You know they get this from you. This is your Galra side coming out.” “They’re adopted, lance.” “I stay by what I said”.
  • Halloween family. Lance is really into it and goes out of his way to plan and make everything, but Keith’s quietly competitive nature always gets the best of him.
  • “We’re the best looking family out tonight.” Keith whispers. Lance beams. “DAMN RIGHT!”
  • Always support each other’s decisions. They are a pair united. Their daughters tried to pull the “But papa said…!” On them once. once. It did not go well. “Lance did you agree to this?” “What?! No!”. Cue Keith’s disapproving face. 
  • Build treehouses and swing sets together.
  • Fall asleep on the couch every Christmas eve after staying up til 3am wrapping presents. 
  • Buy each other #1 Dad mugs.
  • Introduce themselves to their daughter’s teachers every year. 
  • Keith takes Lance’s  last name. 
What’s wrong with me?– Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: Can I request a Jeff imagine me where he’s been asking you out for a while now and you always turn him down? So one day you hear him talking to clay about how it’s actually starting to hurt him a bit cuz what’s wrong wit him? And his jock buddies give him shit and tease him about which upsets him so you shock all of them by going up and kissing him which leads to a hot makeout and ask him on a date.

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Reader’s point of view.

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I smiled looking at myself through the rearview mirror. I loved when my mom had the day off, that meant I could get the car to school, save me the monotonous and disgusting bus rides. It isn’t as if my mother went out to have fun, her days off from work, she is doing yoga in front of the TV, it wasn’t too much that the “coach” was too attractive. I shivered and concentrated on the road, until that point I was already entering the Liberty High parking lot. The disadvantage of bringing the car is that I mistrusted and was late, something that wouldn’t happen if I were traveling in the yellow device. Now finding a parking lot would be a challenge.

After a full turn, I finally find a decent place, not so far but not so close to the door, perfect. Before maneuvering to enter that space, a car closed the way and got into MY place. I stepped on the brakes and glared at the bold.  I knew the car perfectly. Instead of staying there, I found another place to two cars away, from that to stay grumbling. Yes, I was too lucky.

“Are you serious, Atkins?” I raised my voice after getting out of the car and hanging my backpack over my shoulder.

Jeff was walking toward me with a big smile and fiddling with the keys of his carriage. Asshole.

“This becomes a danger zone every morning, Y/L, you would know if you brought your car every day”


I started to walk with him to my side. We were in the same course, connected in our first year, we were good friends, maybe I could even consider him my best friend, it’s not like I had many in high school. Most were either useless sportsmen, or just people who weren’t worth it.  He was taking me with a few, especially since Jeff was very close to them, almost entering his social circle. They were not bad guys, but somewhat immature for my taste. Sometimes they made me laugh.

“So I heard that this new movie will be on Saturday … Let’s go together?”

Yeah, we were good friends though Jeff was determined to change that. My friend was attractive, too much to admit, but my mind was somewhere else to focus on a boyfriend. In addition, our friendly relationship worked perfectly, we sometimes studied together, I was going to see him at his baseball games, and I even stayed after school with him and Clay for his tutorials. I could come and go as often as i wanted and he did that too. We were perfectly fine, why did we need a label? What if “being dating” didn’t work? All those years of friendship would go away. Just to think about my last months in this institute without the company of my best friend, to be avoiding it by the corridors and to meet us in uncomfortable looks, left me the sensation to be without air. No, I wouldn’t let him lose it for a silly etiquette.

“How on a date?” I remembered that I hadn’t answered him.

I turned to look at him and he smiled in embarrassment. Jeff Atkins was never embarrassed. He was the most honest and funny guy on the whole site. If I didn’t know Clay Jensen, I would sign with blood that Jeff was the only one. Everyone else behaved more like idiots.

“Yes?” His answer sounded more like a question. Well, he left the decision to me again.

I sighed and settled the backpack as a reflex act.

“You did a good swing, Atkins, but I’m sorry to say you got a strike”

He raised his eyebrows and I smiled, wanting to erase the rejection I had given him. It hadn’t been the first, but sometimes I felt like the bad in this relationship. Our “dates” were reduced to exits between friends, and that was because I was in charge of enlisting Sheri with us and him, usually Clay. At one time, we invited Hannah, but lately she was walking in her own world, feeling the tension only to approach her. Too bad, it turned out to be a really fun girl.

I increased my pace. We didn’t have to stay together in the hall, our first period was different, while he was killing himself in history, I had to endure the headache of algebra. I also needed help but no one threatened to get me out of a team simply because I didn’t belong to any. That was how it was.

“Are you serious?” The good thing about my best friend is that he took rejections with grace. “You are very rude to me, Y/N!”

“I see you at rest!” I shouted at him in response and unconsciously stepped up. I never let him see guilt in me after an Olympic rejection.

At lunchtime, we took our usual table; Clay kept his eyes on his task that ignored our mini meal fight between Jeff and me. He made me eat one of his fries, but they were too greasy for my liking. Thanks to that, we didn’t go unnoticed, neither by his companions as for the rest of the school. Suddenly, I noticed how his teammates were passing by and said things to Jeff that I couldn’t grasp, used as keys that I didn’t understand. I looked at Jeff who looked down for a few seconds before turning to see me and smiling as if nothing.

“What was that?”

“It’s nothing.” He grabbed his backpack and stood up. “See you after school, Jensen?”

For the first time, Clay looked up and nodded. Jeff said goodbye to both of us and left in the opposite direction to his companions, I frowned even confused; it was incredible how my friend’s mood changed in a few seconds. I bit my lip and pushed aside my tray of food, strangely I was without appetite.

“What’s wrong with Jeff?” I asked. Clay knew him as well as I did.

The boy shrugged and looked in the direction where our friend had disappeared. I said goodbye to Clay, especially since I had just seen Hannah Baker enter the cafeteria. Jeff and I had a plan, before we graduated, we had to get these two to have something. They were too shy to approach the one and the other that we decided to intervene, rather I joined the cause, because it was a kind of deal between the two men. However, it was difficult, I was going to take care of Hannah, but she was very distant, I couldn’t approach. I sighed and left the cafeteria. I’d waste my time in the locker.

I doubted if it would be a good idea to interfere with the tutoring hours of my friends, I don’t know what was different now, if I always did, but my best friend’s behavior was too strange after the cafeteria. It made me panic to approach him. Among my doubts, I ended up in the school library, if I wandered around maybe in the end would encourage me to approach your table. I ended up on one of the closest shelves, Jeff and Clay seemed to be talking about something that didn’t look like tutorials since neither of them looked at their respective books. I went a little closer, covering my face with a book chosen at random. I pretended to read it.

“Jeff Atkins, asking me for advice on relationships?” I listened to Clay with humor. “The deal was supposed to be that you would help me with it, not the other way around.” I lowered the book a little to notice my best friend with his eyes on Pencil playing between his fingers. I went back to cover “I was paying my salary in the Cresmont that you would never go through this”

I bit my lip, afraid to know now what they were talking about, or rather … of whom. I repressed the book down again.

“I don’t know what else to do, dude.” Jeff’s voice broke my heart, but why? “She’s not like the other girls I’ve dated, it’s a challenge, but not that kind of challenge.” I started to consider whether it was a good idea to stay or not to listen, but my feet were stuck.

“Don’t stop trying” Clay encouraged.

“I don’t do it. I invite her to go out and it is always the same result: No. “I fear that someday she will get tired and send me to the devil”

My blood ran cold. They had not yet pronounced my name but knew perfectly well that they were talking about me. My hands began to tremble.

“I don’t think so. You two make a good team. It’s hard to see a Jeff without Y/N, or a Y/N without a Jeff” I glanced over and watched my friend smile. I did too. It was true; we could complement us in an incredible way.

I watched Jeff’s profile, again thinking away from his friendship, made me feel short of breath. I couldn’t imagine my life without having met him; he managed to understand me, my problems, my follies and occasionally my pessimism. The random memory hit me on a Saturday that taught me to hit, I could feel his body on my back and his arms around mine, even his hands on mine to help me hold the bat well. It had felt good, I didn’t have the imperative need to get away like when Bryce Walker tried to get too close to me. That guy gave me a very bad spine. Instead, with Jeff, I sometimes needed to have him close to feel that I breathe well, that everything is going its natural course. There was no Y/N Y/L without a Jeff Atkins, it couldn’t, and there was no consistency. It was like going against nature. My heart sped up and I hid my face again between the pages.

“Clay. What is wrong with me?” I had a gasp, only a few verbal rejects, at no time I distanced myself from him, after my negatives we were as normal as ever. Nothing had changed. I had the need to jump and give him a zap, Nothing was wrong with you, Atkins, you’re amazing, the best guy I’ve ever met! But I stood still with the lump in my throat.

“Nothing, dude. Let’s go back to your history essay, you need to distract your mind”

I listened as he agreed to the idea and I moved from shelf to the place where they didn’t see me. I put my hand to my chest and inhaled deep breaths. Why did i feel like crying? Maybe because Jeff didn’t notice the way I did, what could be wrong with him? He was a committed boy, especially now that his position in the team depended on his qualifications, attentive, pleasant, he isn’t of those who believed in rumors … and above all, he was an excellent friend of Clay and mine. How could there be anything wrong with that? Why cann’t you see yourself as I see you? I bit my lip.

“I saw you” Jessica came out of nowhere and gave me the shock of my life. She started laughing “Spying on people’s conversations? That’s too much for you”

I rolled my eyes.

"I guess I couldn’t help it,” I murmured.

“I heard them, too. I’ve never seen Jeff that way; he always has a smile on his face."I nodded to the cheerleader’s words. Suddenly, she started to laugh "Don’t you realize, Y/N?” I looked at her strangely “He’s in love with you! The whole institute knows this, obviously everyone, except you”

“We are good friends”

“So? That doesn’t take away the feelings, the question here is, Are you in love with him? ”

I was silent, I opened my mouth to answer her but I couldn’t, Why couldn’t I? I should deny it, but why didn’t i? Jessica Davis smiled.

“Do I confess something?” I waited quietly. “The way you look at Jeff, is the same way I look at Justin. Think about it. "She winked at me before leaving.

If my best friend’s words had left me frozen, Jessica’s words hit me. I looked over my shoulder toward the boys’ table, was I in love with my best friend? As I would know, I had never fallen in love with anyone in my life.

I ran as if my life depended on it to the baseball field, simply because my friend’s fool had forgotten his bat in the car and I as a good person i was, and because I knew the combination of his locker to get the keys, I did him the favor. Anyway, at home I was expecting some of those Mom’s smooth naturist, I wasn’t very excited to return soon. Before giving me sight in front of the team, I heard the boys howling and booing. I stopped and looked out, Jeff was in front of them, pretending to have difficulty raising the zipper of his sweatshirt. As I perceived quickly, they were making fun of him.

"Give it up at once, Atkins.” One of them said. I frowned. “You’re losing your good reputation for just one girl”

Not again, please. I pressed the bat in my hands.

“Let go and pass her, I assure you that I get an appointment with her long before you,” another of his classmates boasted. I was getting angry.

How could it be that they messed with him for some nonsense? I was nothing special, why did they all talk as if I were some sort of trophy? I looked at Jeff, he was still focused on his feigned task, but the gesture on his lips told me that he was having a bad time, so I got sick, it couldn’t be that my fear of losing him by spoiling everything with a label, So much harm to him. My eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t cry, instead, I smiled and walked resolutely towards them.

“Eh!” Shouted one of them with joy.

I didn’t look at any of them, my eyes were on my best friend’s, wanting to pretend he was more than okay. I didn’t stop until I felt my lips against his. I dropped the bat to our side and wrapped my fingers in his hair pulling him closer to me. His response, in the first place, was that his mouth was sealed by surprise, when he caught what was happening, he joined the same rhythm as me, bringing his hands to my waist. I didn’t part until the shouts of joy of his companions became present.

“Damn!” I recognized the voice of the one who at the beginning bet that I would go out with him.

I looked into Jeff’s eyes and smiled broadly. This kiss, which at first wanted to taste something, simply felt good. I began to feel that I was complete, even though I thought I had been before.

“I thought better, why wait until Saturday? Let’s have a date now.” My best friend’s eyes shone, I felt an extreme happiness inside, not for him, for me. “Oh, better, did you tell me that your parents are not going to be home all day? How about a bit of Netflix and chill? ”

His friends laughed, he too, but a little more shy.

“Come on.” He took my hand firmly.

“Boys” I gave a single glance at their companions, they began to cheer and push, like vile apes.

I laughed and looked back. When we lost sight of the team, Jeff stopped and looked at me even in shock.

“You were serious?”

“About the kiss or Netflix and chill?” I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Both of them”

“Now I know that I’m sure of the kiss” I bit my lip “Of the other, of course I was serious, a little more seriously in the chill part”

Jeff’s smile was the biggest i had ever seen. My heart skipped a beat.

“Then I drive. Later we’ll get back for your car”

Special Places

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 3017

Warnings: Smut. One NSFW gif

Anon asked “Can you do a Bucky Smut fic where the reader just moved back to town and is reunited with Bucky after not seeing each other for a long time and they’re old best friends and always had feelings for each other they just never acted on them because they were scared. Sorry is that doesn’t make sense!! You’re literally the only author that makes the best smut stories ever because you use gifs with them😂🙈”

A/N: This was fun to write considering a had a similar thing happen…apart from the sex part. Let me know if you want to be tagged here.

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I’m gonna tell y'all the story of when I got my first period
So I was about 11, freshly in the 6th grade, and I woke up because I felt a wet spot on my bed. So I sort of just got up and blindly went to the bathroom thinking idk that I peed myself or something
So I’m just going my thing and I looked down to see that my underwear is completely covered in blood and I did what any sane 11 year old would do
I screamed as if I was being stabbed
I literally thought I was dying
And I went to catholic school from the tender age of 4-18 so our sex education was non existent, I honestly can’t tell you if we were even taught what a period was
So I just thought I was dying
So I’m screaming and crying and my mom runs out of her bedroom and into the bathroom with a look of terror on her face asking “what’s wrong????!”
In which I say, totally not dramatically might I add, “IM DYING!”
So she sees the blood and she just goes “oh honey it’s okay! You just got your period!”
Which of course I’m like “WHAT THE HECK DOES THAT MEAN??!”
So after that she calls my dad who just left for work to come back and bring me pads and let’s me stay home from school cause I was clearly traumatized and I remember for the longest time not telling people I know that I had my period cause it was meant to be this embarrassing thing, and being a preteen was hard enough and I went to a small school and everyone was actually the devil and just not needing that extra annoyance in my life
And looking back at it now I’m just mad that I had to feel like something my body naturally does is embarrassing when I have no control over it
So now I’m just so vocal about it and I really don’t care if it makes people uncomfortable or not
“Hey how are you?”
“Bleeding from my vagina, how are you?”
Like if someone is telling you not to speak about your period just talk about it louder who gives a fuck
Literally tell them you’ll bleed on their favourite shirt or something cause we all know how hard it is to get period blood stains out
So moral of the story: bleed on people who try and make you feel embarrassed about your period just chuck tampons at them till they shut up

Actor AU promps I’ll never write

As a fic writer, I can only write so much, but I have so many ideas, so here’s some you can steal!

- “You’re my favourite actor, but there’s no way I’ll ever meet you - holy fucking shit is that you at 3am in the middle of a coffee shop wearing clothes that look like they have never been washed?!  Do you mind if I join you?”

- “We both went to a summer theatre camp when we were ten and shared a cabin, and now I’m watching you lead a new hit Broadway musical and I don’t know if I should tell you that I used to have the biggest crush on you - holy damn, you really can hit those high notes”

-”You are going to a local comic convention and play my favorite superhero on a t.v. show and I’m planning on cosplaying the character that is the love interest to yours and holy shit!  You love my cosplay? You want to take a photo with me in it?!  Holy shit holy shit holy shit!  Please don’t let me look like crap!”

-”I am in a heavy metal band as the lead singer and you sing pop hits and we’ve been cast in a musical movie together as love interests.  I never really liked you but now I’m standing here having to kiss you and now I feel like a teenage girl and hope you don’t notice how nervous I am right now!”

-”I have had a crush on you since middle school and I have just been cast in my first huge role and OMG you are my co-star?! How am I supposed to do this?  Please stop smiling at me, I think I might pass out!”

-”Our school is doing Romeo and Juliet and I work back stage - and what do you mean our Juliet got pneumonia and can’t preform tonight?!  Who’s going to fill the role?”

-”I hate sitting in the makeup chair getting hours of work done before we film, at least the view of the makeup artist isn’t that bad.  What if I push one of the brushes to the ground…”

-”I went to three years of special effects makeup school to be air brushing pretty boys’ and hey, you’re kind of funny and not that bad looking - wait, did you just push one of my brushes off of the counter?”

who knows, I might write more later

‘Dating a single mom’ The Flash preference

Barry Allen: 

You had been seeing Barry for a few months now and he still had neglected to know about your three year old son. You didn’t want to scare him off right out of the gate so you simply withheld a little information. You had learned from the past that not everyone wants to date a girl with a child from a previous relationship. Your son was your world, he was a very kind and silly boy and he never failed to make you smile. His name was Ryder. You had decided now was a good time to tell Barry of his existence. 

“Hey Barry?” 

“Yes sweetheart?”
“Could you maybe come over…there’s something I need to tell you.”
“Okay! I’ll be there in about five minutes okay?! Is everything okay?!” 

“Yes I just need to tell you something.” You felt Ryder tug at you pant leg as you hung up the phone. You giggled at your son as you scooped him up. Tickling his stomach and blowing raspberries. Before long there was a knock on the door as you asked Ryder step into the hall for a few minutes. You opened the door to see Barry holding a bouquet of flowers. Your heart swelled. 

“Oh Barry!” You cooed as you hugged him. You let him in as you locked the door. You turned to him and ushered him into the living room. 

“There’s something I have to tell you…”
“There’s something I have to ask you actually.” You both spoke at once with a giggle as you motioned for him to go first.
“Well uh…we’ve been seeing each other for awhile and I was wondering if you’d…like to be my girlfriend?” Your eyes widened. “Or not! You know what just forget I even asked!” He said as he stood up. 

“No that’s not it at all! I just…I haven’t…been completely honest with you.”
“Oh my god you’re married.” 
“NO! Heavens no!”
“Oh…thank God.”

“I have a son.” 

“Huh!? Barry said in utter shock as you bit your lip. Barry swallowed hard. 

“That’s it?!” You nodded as you brushed your hands on your pants nervously. 

“Can I meet him!? Unless you don’t want me too!” He asked fighting back a grin. Your jaw dropped as your son peaked from the hall. You nodded at him before opening your arms. 

“Ryder this is mommy’s close friend. His name is Barry Allen.” Ryder smiled at Barry as Barry waved. 

“Are you mom’s boyfwiend?” 
“Only if you let me little man!” 

“Who is your favowite superhewo?”

“I’m a big fan of the Flash…” Barry bit his lip as Ryder removed his thumb from his mouth with big eyes. 
“Mommy’s new boyfwiend is cool!” Barry laughed as Ryder squirmed from your arms as you gently set him on the ground. 
“Momma can we watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! Barry will you watch it with us!?”
“Of course I will Ryder.” Barry smiled. And after months of being together, and although Barry wasn’t Ryder’s real dad, Barry treated him like his own and loved the both of you with his whole heart. 

Cisco Ramon: 

Cisco and you had been dating for eleven months but you had told Cisco about your nearing one year old daughter Amelia about two months into the relationship. He didn’t have a problem and asked if he could be apart of Amelia’s life. You had of course said yes. He was very good with Amelia and you were so grateful that he didn’t run like the other guys you had previously seen. Cisco had moved in with you and Amelia and it paid to have an extra set of hands to help raise her. 

You and Cisco were throwing Amelia her first birthday and everyone from Team Flash was there. You all cooed as Amelia ate her cake in a messy fashion. Cisco had taken the father role in Amelia’s life and you didn’t want it any other way. 

“Look at little Amelia eating her cake like a big girl!” You cooed as she squealed and slammed her hands up and down causing the cake to go everywhere. 

“You my messy baby aren’t you Amelia?!” Cisco cooed as he ignored the pieces of cake flying into his long hair. 

“Dada!” The party became silent as Cisco’s jaw dropped. You looked as Cisco with tears in your eyes as you let out an airy giggle. Cisco quickly reacted by taking Amelia’s little hand as you wiped a tear. 

“Yeah Amelia..I’m your dada!” He cooed as Caitlin recorded the whole thing. 

“That was sweeter than the cake!” Caitlin whispered as Barry nodded as Iris smiled wildly. You kissed Amelia’s cheek as she bat your nose causing icing to get on your face as you giggled. Cisco laughed as you swiped some of the icing before putting it on Cisco’s nose. He shook his head as you quickly stood up.

“I’m going to clean up Amelia and then it will be present time!” Cisco shook his head as Amelia babbled wildly. Caitlin and Iris helped you clean up Amelia while Cisco talked with Joe and Barry and Harry and Julian. 

“I think I’m going to marry that woman.” He sighed as he wiped the icing of his nose. 

“I’ll go to the wedding as long as they serve this cake.” Wally pipped up from behind them causing them to laugh. You brought Amelia as Jesse brought the gifts to you guys. Amelia clapped giddily as Cisco took her from you. You smiled as he ‘helped’ her open her gifts. 

You definitely had a keeper. 

Wally West:

Wally was at Jitters getting coffee for the team when he felt a tug on his pant leg. He looked down at a little girl no more than two. He smiled as he knelt down to her size. 

“Hello!” He said as she smiled back. 

“Have you seen my mommy?” She whispered as tears filled her big eyes. Wally immediately felt what some would call a fatherly instinct overcome him as he scanned the area. 

“No I haven’t…what’s your name?” 

“My name is Poppy.” She said as Wally nodded. 

“Well Poppy what is your moms name?”
“(Y/n).” She sniffed. 

“Hey no need to cry! We’ll find her okay?!” She nodded as Wally held out his hand for her. 

“Poppy?! Poppy where are you?!” Wally turned as his eyes widened. He wasn’t expecting you to be as gorgeous as you were as you ran and Poppy threw herself into your eyes as you clutched her tightly. 

“Mommy it was so scary!!! But Mr. Wally helped me find you!” You looked up to Wally as you blushed. Wally was quite handsome and you couldn’t deny it. 
“You must be (Y/n)?” He asked as he put his hand out for you to shake. You took it with a grin. 

“I am! Thank you so much for keeping Poppy safe. She has a tendency to run off.” You blushed. Poppy looked between you and Wally as the two of you both stood grinning at each other. 

“Mommy likes Mr. Wally!” Your eyes widened. As you quickly scooped her up. 

“C’mon Pop!” You tried to leave but Wally stopped you. 

“Would you like to get coffee sometime?” He asked rubbing the back of his neck. You nodded with a blush. 

“Can you believe that was a year ago?” Wally asked as you were cuddled into his side. Poppy was fast asleep between you two as you shook your head. 
“I’m happy it did though….or else I wouldn’t have met you.” 
“Me too darling. I couldn’t imagine my life without my two girls.” He whispered as he kissed Poppy’s forehead before kissing your lips as you cupped his face. The cold metal of your promise ring making him smile. 

Julian Albert: 

Julian had dated you in high school, but you both broke it off shortly after your senior year. Unknowingly you both moved to Central City. Except you had a few extra with you. No you weren’t married. You had your twin children. Two little boys, Asher and Elliot. He saw you at the park and took a deep breath before approaching you. You were grinning at something before he coughed. You jumped slightly and turned to him. You smiled as he smiled awkwardly. 

“Hey! Julian! It’s been forever!” You grinned while hugging him. 

“Hey (Y/n)! What are you doing here at the park?!” 

“I-I’m here with my sons.” Julian’s eyes widened in shock as his eyes fell to your hand, searching for a wedding ring. You knew that’s what he was doing as you sighed. 

“No dad in the picture if that’s what you’re wondering.” 

“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.” You chuckled. He saw two little one’s run behind you. Hiding behind your legs. 

“I think you have two shadows.” He chuckled as they poked their heads out. 

“Asher, Elliot, this is Julian. Mommy knew him in high school.”

“Did you and mommy date?” Asher asked bluntly as you blushed. You looked down at your four year olds. 

Julian nodded. Elliot looked at Julian as Asher looked up at you.

“Do you boys like ice cream?” He asked with a growing smile. Both boys eyes widened as the shouted a yes. 

“Let’s go then! My treat!” 
“You’re much cooler than mom!” One cheered. He chuckled as you both walked to the little ice cream shack as you and Julian talked. 

“You don’t have to Julian.” You said as you looked at him. 

“I insist. I haven’t seen you since….”
“I left for college.” 
“I missed you.” He stated as you stopped. 

“I missed you too Julian.”

“Then can we go out for dinner sometime? You can bring Asher and Elliot and you can tell me how to tell them apart.” He chuckled heartily. You giggled with a nod. 

“I’d like that a lot.” 

Over seven months later and the boys saw Julian as their dad. You couldn’t complain. You were both in love and considering that you were always mistaken for a family. You became one. 

“You could have anyone” - Bruce Wayne x Chubby!Reader

Annnnnnnd I’m back with a new story after almost a week off (and evidently  I forgot how to fucking write…meh). I hope you guys will like it, as usual, feedbacks and such are welcome :-) : 

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You’re still unsure how you got the job. 

Someone like you, so unfashionable and plain (with quite a bit of extra pounds on…) shouldn’t be the famous Bruce Wayne’s assistant. 

Sometimes, when he received important and rich people in his office, you were almost ashamed to show them the way…Not ashamed of yourself. Not at all. To be honest, you had been teased on your weight and such enough in school to not care anymore. 

No, you weren’t ashamed of yourself in front of such fancy people…you were ashamed for Mr. Wayne. 

How could he let someone like you be the first thing his clients and partners would see ? Surely, it gave them the wrong idea about the man, like he wasn’t classy enough or something, if his assistant was…You. 

Or maybe he chose you because he thought people would think he was nice to give you such a great job, you, a nobody from the Narrows, the poor little orphan. Maybe they thought he was charitable to give you, a bland and simple person, a taste of the lavish and fancy lifestyle they all lived ?

You didn’t really know how it happened. But one thing for sure…you were definitely his assistant. 

Little did you know that, on the day he gave you the job interview, you made quite an impression on him. 


Two years ago : 

Stress. You were nothing but stress. It was your fourth interview of the week to get a new job, and definitely the one you were the most stressed about. I mean, so far, you had an interview to work in a supermarket, two to work in a fast-food, and one to be a waitress in a shitty diner…Oh my God why did you even apply to this job ? It was so out of your league ! 

You felt underdressed just sitting in this more than fancy waiting rooms. Like for real, the seats were covered in wonderful red velvets, and you were pretty sure there were real Picasso and Monet paintings on the walls…

Besides, you weren’t the only one waiting to get an interview with the famous Bruce Wayne, and the other candidates were…Well. 

They were out of this World. 

They were some of the most beautiful women you ever seen. 

…What were you doing here ? It was clear you wouldn’t get the job.

But damn the way they were looking at you, you and your used woman suit you bought in a thrift shop, made you want to slap them, and just to spite them, and though it was quite obvious you didn’t stand a chance, you didn’t leave. 

Of course, you were the last one to be called by the very handsome Mr. Wayne (seriously though, why did he have to look that good ? He was one of the best thing that ever happened to Gotham and it’s disadvantages inhabitants, such as you. He was smart, a genius. Billionaire. And the most handsome man you ever met). So when you entered his huge office, with windows showing you the best side of Gotham, and not the dirty gutters you were coming from, you were more stressed than ever, and afraid to simply throw up on him because of it…

He was such a gentleman. He didn’t make any comment about how different you looked compared to the other candidates. He didn’t even seem slightly surprised. He just smiled at you, of his extremely charming smile, and gestured for you to sit down. 

-Well hello Miss…(Y/L/N) is that it ? 

-Hum…Yes. Helluuw. 

Why ? WHYYYY ?! Why did you have to say “hello” in such a weird way ? You were ready to run out of his office, when you noticed his smile widening, and becoming almost genuine. There was a small silence, and strangely, it wasn’t an awkward one at all. He breaks it with his deep and soothing voice :

-So. Miss (Y/L/N), I have just one question for you…Why did you even bother to apply to be my personal assistant ? 

You stiffened. Oh. Maybe not so much of a gentleman. You narrowed your eyes at him a bit, not able to control yourself. Years of bullying in school had turn you into a “come back master”. 

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anonymous asked:

1. Things you said at 1 am trimberly please!

Kimberly learns that Trini mumbles in her sleep.

Sometimes it’s utter nonsense that spills out of her mouth, like “no, I don’t want to get on the flying snake” or “hands off my hotdog you son of a bitch.” Those are the funniest because Trini doesn’t like to curse when she’s awake - a habit learned by being around her little brothers all day - but man oh man, does her subconscious have things to say.

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5/100 days of productivity - july 26, 2017

i actually never did my future log for my bujo so i had to stick it into the back lmao yikes @ me. i decided to go ahead and fill out all the events for the next school year, so this was the final result ft. what my messy desk looks like while i’m working and my crayola swatches.

wrapped around your finger. (m)

pairing: kim namjoon | reader
genre: graduate school au / fluff, smut
warnings: sub!namjoon, begging, a cock ring, and light bondage. 
word count: 7,180
description: in which a night of grading papers about robots becomes a night where you get your payback against rival grad student, kim namjoon.  
author’s note: this is a very, very, very late christmas gift to @jungnoir but better late than never amirite? anyway, enjoy this piece! also, this is probably the dirtiest thing i’ve ever written so… just let me live…. rip.


For many graduate-level students, there is only one day that truly means the world to them. It’s a day where they’ll be chosen to either teach a classroom or assist said person. In your university, pairs are created for these courses. Many of which are targeted toward impressionable first years but anyone’s welcome to partake in the experimental class. The department of any major -in this case, Philosophy- hears back on your progress at the end of the term, then from there even biggers decisions are made. The research component of any subject is easy, but being able to convey it to a large crowd is what the department heads look for. In all essence, it will make or break you as an aspiring teacher.

Your anticipation only proliferates as the red marks shrink the previous days to the forthcoming circle for the upcoming Winter quarter. And today is finally that day.

With a buzzing all-time high, you find yourself among the select eight in your graduate program. Many of whom are just as excited as you are, even Namjoon but you opt to ignore the silver-haired man just to keep your own buzz going. With some luck you won’t have to deal with him anymore. Hell, maybe you’ll even have Hani as a partner. Or Minhyuk.

Soon enough, Professor Lim enters, and everyone immediately sits straight and leans forward.

The salt and pepper-haired man laughs, “It’s good to see everyone looking so alive today.” Meeting each and every one of your wide eyes as he takes a seat at the head of the crudely formed circle of chairs by Namjoon, he asks, “Is everyone ready to hear the pairs for this year’s Introductory Philosophy class?”

There are nods and murmurs in response. Of course, they’re ready. They’ve been preparing for this since the start of the program.

His eyes twinkle beneath the mediocre fluorescent lighting before he gives a nod, “Alright, well, let’s get down to it then, yeah?” He receives a chorus of affirmations, earning another hearty laugh of his, “The following pairs shall be Namjoon and Y/N…” But the moment he says yours and Namjoon’s name, you can’t seem to register anything else.

Fuck… Out of everyone in the room, it had to be him.

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Long Live the Plains Magpies

I know I’ve talked about this before but I’m going to talk about it more because fuck this shit. 

Pocahontas (the Disney movie) has received well deserved flack, but I almost never hear about one way it really affected me growing up: It taught me how natives are ‘supposed’ to look. It came out the year before I started kindergarten so the hype was still pretty fresh. Picture this


I’m the girl on the right. The girl on the left was my friend Ashton. 

Of course there came a day when we had a ‘dress up as pilgrims and indians’ day at school. My family couldn’t afford to get me an ‘indian costume and I wouldn’t have my own regalia for another four years*, but Ashton was from a better off family and she, along with many, many others showed up at school wearing Pocahontas merch. 

And little five year old me couldn’t quite understand what I was feeling. See, the popular idea of native peoples has us looking like this:

Know what Osage (and other plains people) wear to powwows? 

This did not add up in my mind. 

The ‘good’ natives wore simple buckskin. The popular girls dressed up as these good natives. But when I thought about what I’d seen at powwows I started to feel like this was Pocahontas:

And this was Osage

If you get what I mean. I’m trying to give voice to a 5 year olds feelings, cut me some slack. 

I saw my own culture as tacky and over the top and I learned to become embarrassed by it, even ashamed of it. I spent years feeling like this. Like my culture was the gaudy aunt with 500 cats compared to ‘REAL’ natives. I also was very confused at why a blonde white girl was considered more ‘indian’ than me by our classmates because she wore a fake buckskin dress and I remember sitting in my pink sweats wanting to scream ‘but I really AM native!’ but since I wore pink sweats I honestly thought no one would believe me so I stayed silent.

Eventually I unlearned this. But it wasn’t as six. Or seven. Or seventeen. It was at twenty-four. 

THAT’S how deep this shit runs. 

I was speaking with fellow plains native @stalkershandbook one night and she remarked that natives are like magpies; we take ribbons and sparkles and beads and paint and we make it work. Our regalia is BEAUTIFUL. It’s taken me so fucking long to appreciate it. I hope you do too. 

* this is the regalia I got at 9, the dress made by my grandmother

anonymous asked:

#74 + Sterek, please!

74. “It’s been 10 years how do you still look so good?”

High school reunions are suppose to be an event where kids who were awkward in high school get to show off how successful they are. Stiles had spent most of high school looking forward to the fact that he would eventually be successful and he could rub it in everyone’s face. 

He had gone off to school in D.C., gotten recruited by the the FBI and the CIA, and eventually joined up with the CIA. He spent the ages of 22 to 26 working undercover ops overseas. 

It wasn’t a job he could brag about though. Most of his work was top secret, need to know only. 

His dad thought he was working for a bank that had him stationed in England. It was a great job, he loved it even if he did miss his dad. 

When he was 27 he was involved in a hostage situation in Tunisia. When he got out the CIA decided that he could stay stateside for awhile. He was excited until he realized that meant he would be able to go to his high school reunion. 

“Come on Stiles, you haven’t been home in years,” Scott said, “Not since my wedding.”

“I know buddy,” Stiles said, running a hand over his face as he tried to think of an excuse, “But we have a huge uh, thing at work. I can’t get out of the office.”

“Stiles come on!” Scott whined, “I heard that Derek Hale will be at the reunion.”

“Hard pass,” Stiles said, looking over his shoulder. It was habit at this point, making sure he had every exit covered. 

“Don’t you want to meet your goddaughter,” Scott said, pulling out the big guns to get Stiles back to Beacon Hills.

“Fine,” Stiles said after a moment, “I mean I have to clear it with my boss, but yeah fine.”

He could hear the smile in Scott’s voice, “Awesome! I’ll tell your dad.”

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Petty revenge on my law school

I live in Ontario, Canada, and I went to law school many years ago.  So long ago, that it was in the days when the government heavily subsidized post-secondary education.  This little fact is important, as you will see.

I had been able to pay for my undergrad degree by working during the summers.  But law school was a bit more expensive.  My summer earnings did not cover rent, tuition, books and food.  So I applied for and received a student loan from the government.  The funds arrived, and I deposited them to my bank.  The bank, being dicks, placed a long and quite unnecessary hold on the cheque (I later got my revenge on that bank, but that’s another story).  So anyway, I wrote a cheque for my tuition fees for my very first semester at law school. Gave to admin.   Started classes.

The cheque bounced, because of the long and unnecessary hold on my student loan cheque.

That was bad enough.  But the law school wanted to punish me.  And so they charged me a $70 NSF fee.  That was long ago.  In today’s money, that would be about $150.  That’s right: a $150 fee for a bounced cheque.  And if I didn’t pay out, I would be out of the school.  A direct threat to that effect accompanied the letter.

This was the days before email and internet, so I wrote a letter to the admin people, enclosing a cheque for $70, and saying that if they cashed it, then after I graduated and was earning an income as a lawyer, I would never, ever donate a goddamn penny to their university.  

The law school cashed the cheque, of course.  I expected that.  But I actually got a reply to my letter.  In it, a university flunkie explained to me that they got the vast majority of their funding from the government, and so they didn’t go looking for alumni contributions. They told me in polite and Canadian terms, to go fuck myself.

I was really irritated.  So irritated, in fact, that I ceased any contact with the law school other than what was the bare minimum to complete my degree.  When it was time for us to show up for the graduation photo, I didn’t appear.  And so the group graduation picture for my year, is missing me.  I did show up for my graduation, but I stole the graduation robe they gave me to graduate in.  It’s still in my closet.  But that, of course, was not real revenge.

Decades passed, and then an opportunity for real revenge occurred.

I got a letter from the law school.  I won’t reveal it’s name.  We’ll call it, “Wazgood Law School.”  Any Canadian lawyer will know what I mean.  Anyways, so Wazgood Law School sends me this “dear alumnus” letter, talking about how great it would be if I’d send them money.   They were my alma mater, and I must have happy memories of my time there, and wouldn’t it be great to help the next generation of law students blah fucking blah.  This was in 2003, by which point the government cutbacks in education were really starting to bite.  They’d obviously gone to at least a bit of trouble to track me down and find my address, because believe me, I hadn’t kept in touch.  They’d looked me up, and seen the law firm I was in.

That night after I got home, I went to my boxes of old law school stuff in the basement.  And amongst my notes from contract class, property 1 and 2, torts, admin law and so on, I found a folder, and in it, the letter from the law school flunky years before telling me that they were cashing my cheque for the NSF fees, and that they didn’t really need alumni donations blah blah blah.  I brought the letter in, photocopied it, and mailed it back to Wazgood Law School, with a short letter setting out how I’d made them an offer (i.e. cash my cheque and I’ll never donate a penny to you ever), that they’d accepted the offer (because they cashed the cheque), and that I was holding them to the bargain we’d reached, assuring them that I would never, ever give them a goddamn nickel so long as I lived, adding that if they contacted me again, I would see to it that they regretted it.

That was the last I heard from Wazgood, at least so far as donations go.  I still get the alumni magazine, but it hits the garbage without me opening it.