...I feel like a bad person sometimes for liking Wayhaught and Wynonna Earp because I'm seeing more comments like "it's not rep. Any queer woc , it's just more white people" and idk it's so confusing . I love the show cause it's the very thing I wish I saw growing up, making your own family that isn't blood related, seeing a woman find out she's gay and navigating her feelings etc etc
Don’t feel like a bad person! This show has more diversity than most. People are never satisfied. Look, obviously the media has a problem with representation, but this show is the last one people should be harping on for that. Wynonna Earp has 2 well rounded lesbian characters, a gay indian character, a hispanic woman who is also a literal genius, a black male lead with the kindest heart in the world despite his past sufferings, and a female lead with psychological issues who smashes the patriarchy and is never scared to speak her mind. As far as diversity goes, it’s kicking serious ass. Not every show can represent every minority, but this show does a damn good job trying.
And I agree, I would’ve loved to have a show to watch like this when I was growing up. It’s amazing to see a show in which people get to be so genuine and raw in their shortcomings, get to form such strong and meaningful bonds, and get to be entirely open and ok with themselves without fear of judgement from their peers. I have literally cried over this show because I watch it and it makes me feel like I’m fine, ya know? Like I’m ok with just being myself. The show normalizes so many things that we have been/still are told are wrong or weird or socially unacceptable and that’s one of the best things about it. Seeing so many characters who are so unapologetically themselves is amazing. Seeing Wynonna be unapologetically fractured, Jeremy be unapologetically scared, Nicole be unapologetically gay, Waverly be unapologetically soft, Dolls be unapologetically kind, Rosita be unapologetically brilliant, Doc be unapologetically emotional….it’s really beautiful. It makes you feel like it’s ok for you to just be you. So love this show. Love the shit out of it. Because it’s a show about how the best thing you can be is yourself, and how, no matter how broken and fucked up you think you are, you are still something amazing.
In the beautiful, wonderful words of Jeremy Chetri:
Prompt - AU where Peter is a high school AP Physics teacher and Y/N is the Anatomy teacher and all their students ship them but they’re too awkward to notice the other one crushing on them, so the students take it into their own hands.
Warning - some vulgar language. extreme cuteness. teen!Avengers :)))
A/N: btw the narration in this fic might seem a little salty, but that’s only cause I’m really salty right now about some stuff.
not my gifs
“Can you overgrown children give me like five minutes of peace?” She tells her overbearing students, they groan.
“But mom!” Her most annoying student shouted, she rolls her eyes at the boy. Her students had made a habit of calling her mom and it was by far very annoying.
“Tony, you call me mom one more damn time-”
“Ooh! She said damn, that’s a bad word!” Another one of her troublemaking students shouted from the back of the class.
“If it’s a bad word, then why would you say it, Barnes?” She retorted, the boy deflated and sat back down. His boyfriend, Steve, laughing and trying to comfort him as his classmates laughed.
“You guys are high school seniors. I did not sign up to be a teacher to babysit a bunch of five year olds,” she complained, everyone in the class knew she was joking. She was just as rowdy and annoying as they were, it’s why this particular class was her favorite.
“Come on, Ms. Y/L/N, you know you love us,” Natasha, a troublemaking redhead sitting with her feet up on the desk, said with a barely noticeable smirk on her face.
“No you’re wrong. You’re all terrible and I hate you,” Y/N lied as she took a sip from her cup of coffee that sat on top of a pile of papers.
“YOU LOVE US!” Screamed Tony and Clint at the same time, jumping up from their seats and running up to her desk to hug her.
She couldn’t hide her smile then. Sure they were all extremely annoying and loud, but then again so was she.
“Actually no. You know who she does love?” Natasha starts, a smirk rising on her face.
The whole class quiets for a few seconds before they all yell out.
A red blush rises on Y/N’s cheeks at the mention of the AP Physics and Calculus teacher, Peter Parker. She tried to deny it every single time, but her students knew better.
“Oh come on guys, not this again!” She whines, and throws her head in an exaggerated exasperated groan.
Ever since Peter had been hired as the new Physics teacher, the students almost immediately began ‘shipping’ them together. The two of them had became close friends in the blink of an eye seeing as they were both huge science nerds, their students saw this. Continuously teasing the both of them about their crushes. Both of them trying their best to deny, but neither of them could lie well enough to a bunch of teenagers who knew and understood the signs of a crush.
“We will bring this up as many times as we can until you guys realize that there’s some major amor going on,” Sam says from the far right row of the class, chewing on his mechanical pencil as he not so discreetly tried to finish his Spanish homework before the bell rang.
The class agreed with him.
“Alright fine, we’ll play it like that. How about I bring up the topic of your grades?” She laughs as the majority of the class starts to beg her not to continue.
“That’s what I thought!” She shouts, laughing loudly at the defeated faces of her students.
For the remainder of the class they reviewed the cardiovascular system for the test they were going to have next class.
The bell rings and the bustling students jumped around in excitement for lunch, “Bye Ms. Y/L/N!” they all shouted.
“Get out! Go to lunch!” She jokingly yells, they laugh and push each other out of the classroom.
Y/N smiles to herself and begins to grade papers from another class.
“Ms. Y/L/N?” She hears a voice say, she looks up and turns her head to see the only freshman student in her class full of seniors.
“Wanda, what are you still doing here? You should be at lunch,” she says in a concerned tone.
“I know but I have a test in European History that I have to study for, and I wanted to ask something of you,” she explains.
“Oh that’s right, I forgot, you have all senior classes. What can I help you with?”
“Could I get some extra credit or something to raise up my grade? I have a college interview in a few days and they’ll be looking at my grades,” the girl asks, clutching her history textbook in her hands.
“Wanda, you already have an A in this class…”
“Yeah, I know but it’s a 99% because of that B that I got on the quiz about the systemic and pulmonary circuits, I was distracted that day,” she wasn’t directly saying it but she was begging for another chance, and Y/N didn’t need any more pressing from her pleading student.
“Do you want to retake the quiz? I doubt you’ll get another B,” she offers, Wanda’s eyes light up.
“Yes please!” Y/N chuckles at the young girl's’ enthusiasm and rummages through some folders for an empty sheet of the specific quiz.
She finds it and hands it to Wanda who hurriedly grabs it and sits at the nearest desk. Wanda finishes the quiz in minutes before finally scribbling her name and class period on top. Y/N grades her paper in front of her, and to no one’s surprise, she got a perfect 100.
“Oh my god, what a surprise…” Y/N mumbles, Wanda giggles to herself.
The door opens and the two women turn to look at the door.
There Mr. Parker stood at the doorway holding a bag of food that smelled strongly of New York takeout, he saw Wanda standing in front of Y/N’s desk and blushed.
“Should I come back or…?” He trails off.
“No need Mr. Parker, I was just leaving. Thanks Ms. Y/L/N!” Wanda says as she begins to walk to the door.
Peter walks into the room and sets the food down on the desk. Y/N looks behind Peter to see Wanda giving her an enthusiastic thumbs up, then pointing at both Y/N and Peter and making a heart with her fingers. Y/N got up and removed her sneaker before chucking it at the girl, Wanda dodged it and quickly left the class.
Her unmistakable laughter bouncing off the walls of the hallway.
Y/N sat back down to see Peter looking at her weirdly. “What was that about?” He asked opening the container of takeout food, Y/N blushed immensely.
Wanda runs into the lunchroom in search of her friends, the seniors.
They sat in their usual table, eating away at the chicken wings that were being served today.
“Guys! Guys!” She shouts as she nears the table, they turn their heads to look at their freshman friend.
“Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. Parker are in her class right now eating lunch together! He bought her food!” She yells excitedly, the table gasps.
“Seriously?!” Natasha exclaims.
“We’re gonna go spy on them, right?” Clint asks, licking the ketchup off his fingers and wiping his hands on his pants.
They all snuck out of the lunchroom without getting caught and made their way to Ms. Y/L/N’s classroom. The door had a little rectangular window for them to see through, it wasn’t big enough for all of them but luckily Clint had special access to the school’s air ducts.
Especially the one in Ms. Y/LN’s classroom.
He unlocked his phone and FaceTimed Natasha and pointed the camera at the future couple. Outside of the classroom, the group crowded around Natasha and her phone. They all quieted down and watched the two awkwardest and nerdiest people in the world attempt to have a conversation without mentioning science and or Star Wars.
Both of them failing miserably.
They had somehow gotten into an incredibly deep conversation about Star Wars conspiracy theories.
“Oh my god, these fucking nerds!” Tony whispers, the rest of the group agrees.
“We gotta do something or they’re gonna spiral into a never ending conversation about Darth motherfucking Vader,” Steve says, Bucky nods agreeing with his hunky beefcake.
“Yeah, someone text Barnes and tell him to do something about this…whatever this is,” Bucky says waving his hand for emphasis.
Tony quickly pulls out his phone, his thumbs running over the screen in a blur. A few seconds later, his eyes read a message on the screen.
“He wrote, ‘On it ;)’.”
They all began to silently think of what Clint had in store for their two favorite teachers.
In the air duct, Clint quietly pulled two small rocks from his pocket. He had been planning on throwing them at some kid who messed with him earlier but this was more important.
The air duct he was hiding in was directly above Y/N’s desk but both her and Peter were facing away from him so this was the perfect opportunity.
“So I wanted to ask you something and excuse me if it makes you uncomfortable, but…do your students say anything about us…you know– uh, liking each other?” Peter asks, Y/N almost chokes on her teriyaki chicken but hides it with a strong cough.
“Ehh sometimes, why do you ask?” She lies straight through her teeth and hides her blush by looking down at her lap.
“Well, because-uh they’re always telling me that you…have a crush on me, and that apparently it’s pretty obvious…”
Her hands were now numb and she wanted to disintegrate into thin air.
‘No shit, you fucking idiot,’ she thought.
“Uhh well, I-I wouldn’t say obvious b-but, I mean-” she couldn’t think of anything to say and now she really wanted to die.
Clint couldn’t watch his favorite teacher suffer anymore so he slowly and quietly opens the air duct by removing the detachable air grille.
He throws the first rock at the door, the two teachers turn to the door thinking that someone had knocked. Y/N stands up to open the door, she looks through the little window but when she sees no one she turns back.
Then, Clint throws the second rock right into Peter’s shirt causing him to stand up and spill chicken fried rice covered in soy sauce all down Y/N’s t-shirt.
“Oh shit, fuck! I’m sorry!” He exclaimed trying to apologize.
He grabbed a few napkins and tried to wipe off the soy sauce stains but only making it worse.
“No, i-it’s fine it-”
“I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t mean-”
Both were too flustered to let one another finish their sentence. By now Peter wasn’t wiping anything except for her chest, it took a few seconds for both of them to notice exactly what he was touching.
The blushing idiots finally decided to pull away from each other, and chuckle nervously at their current situation.
“Come on, come on.” Natasha mumbles under her breath as her and the group continue to watch from her phone.
Y/N and Peter were now pretending that the whole thing didn’t happen but the stain on Y/N’s light gray shirt said otherwise. Finally, the two of them mustered up enough confidence to actually say something intelligent.
“Would you like to go out sometime?” They asked simultaneously.
They both chuckle nervously, “I know it’s not the best time to ask, but…I-I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while and I just didn’t know if you…”
She smiles, “Well I do, and I’d love to go out with you.”
At that moment, the group started cheering completely forgetting that the hallway echoed.
“Yes OTP!” Sam shouts, almost immediately slapping his hand over his mouth.
“What the hell?” Y/N mumbles and walks over to the door, seeing their teachers walk toward them the entire group got up and hauled ass back to the lunchroom, the sound of shoes squeaking and stomping on the floor along with the loud swears coming from the teenagers themselves could be heard from inside the classroom.
Clint watching them run on his phone cursed out loud, “Shit!” he said, his eyes widened.
Both Peter and Y/N turned to the vent, “Wha-Clint!” Y/N yelled when she realized what was happening.
There was no point in being quiet now, Clint shimmied down the vent before his teacher crawled in after him.
Peter and Y/N stood there helpless.
“I’m gonna kill them.”
The next day when the matchmakers walked into Calculus, a class that Peter taught, they all sat next to each other. Being the only people in the school that knew that the two teachers that everyone has been shipping were finally together had its advantages. They’ve been trading test answers for gossip all morning.
The school was bustling with the news.
Y/N Y/L/N and Peter Parker were finally together.
Even Principal Fury and Assistant Principal Hill were excited about it.
When Peter sees them sitting innocently in their seats, he turns to them.
“I don’t know whether to say thank you or goodbye, she was pretty angry.”
“Ah, she’ll get over it once you give her that good nerd loving,” Sam jokes, Peter blushes and a tries to hide a very noticeable smile.
“Ew dude, that’s our mom you’re talking about,” Tony says.
Clint perks up.
“Speaking of mom, we’re not calling you dad.”
A/N: I had way too much fun with this. This was mostly about the teen!Avengers, but honestly I live for that AU.
At night, it was usually very quiet. Everyone else was asleep, expect me. Being on Midgard wasn’t what I had actually wanted but here I was, almost forced to stay because of my brother Thor. He and his little avenger friends had a secret mission, which left me tagging along unwillingly. At least I got some sort of a room, which I was in now. It was small. There was a big bed, a nightstand and a few books.
It was really late but I kept hearing whimpers. They were distracting my reading so I got up to check whatever it was. Hopefully they wouldn’t nag their heads off tomorrow since I left my room. I wasn’t a pet tho, so I assumed I got some freedom here.
Quietly, I opened the door which led me to a hallway. It was dark, the white curtains covered the windows and no lights were on. Then I listened. First I heard absolutely nothing. As I thought it was simply my mind, I heard it again. It came from the room on the opposite of mine, Y/N’s room. She was a spy, for all that I knew. Actually, Y/N was the only decent human here who treated me nicely.
Was she crying?
I walked behind her door and knocked gently, hopefully not waking anyone else up. Night time was great because I didn’t have to interact with some of those gormless muppets. She didn’t seem to react on the knock. So I listened closely, quite honestly not expecting anything special.
‘‘Loki’‘ my name left her lips softly and I thought I heard it wrong. Had I done something? This filled me with confusion so I opened the door and walked in, expecting to see a human woman crying into a pillow, her H/C hair messy and eyes bloodshot. Instead, I found her perfectly asleep in her bed, the sheets a little messy. She shifted her position so she was laying on her stomach and her hand squeezed the sheet.
Obviously she wasn’t crying. If she would’ve been quiet, I wouldn’t have stayed. But she did mention my name so I was also intrigued. Did I frighten her? Was she having a nightmare as well?
I wasn’t sure what was going through her mind but there was only one way to find out, magic. Casually I walked over and then sat on the edge of her bed. It was a little bit smaller than mine, which was surprising. But her room was bigger and it smelled like redwine and perfume.
As I sat down, I looked at her hair and focused, closing my eyes as well. Not too long after I caught onto her dreams and they played before my eyes. There were no murderous monsters chasing her, no blood covered rooms or ghosts in her dreams, oh no.
Y/N’s dreams were much dirtier. I could see a candlelit, fancy bedroom. Y/N was on the bed, above a man and she was riding him. She was moaning loudly and it seemed quite intimate. It took me about two seconds to make sense of this all.
My eyes opened and her dream vanished from a sight. A mischievous smirk appeared on my face along with a chuckle. She was dreaming the dirtiest of dreams about me. I was both surprised and honored.
‘‘What..are you doing?’‘ I heard a sleepy voice, making me look back at Y/N: She had woken up now and she had noticed me. Y/N turned on her back and then looked out the window, noticing it was still night. This would be fun.
‘‘Oh, I couldn’t sleep and then I heard interesting sounds coming from your room, darling. I just came to check if everything was fine’‘ I shrugged and kept my smirk plastered on, happy that I knew what I now knew. Y/N’s cheeks seemed to heat up a little bit.
‘‘Did you have sweet dreams?’‘ I asked her and then took a look at her body, finding it hard not to. Y/N was a beautiful woman, undeniably. She was wearing a black nightgown and a golden necklace around her neck. ‘‘I-I don’t-’‘ Y/N got flustered which I liked. I could keep questioning her a bit, since this was more interesting than the midgardian book I was reading.
‘‘I assume you like candle lights’‘ I added and that put it all together for her. Y/N’s pretty eyes widened and she nearly gasped. We had talked a lot during the few weeks we had been here and I had never seen her this flustered, shy and even embarrassed. She was quite cute like this, lost for words.
‘‘Did you look into my dream?’‘ She whisper-yelled at me and threw her blanket away from her. ‘‘Maybe I did, love’‘ I answered quickly, causing her to throw a pillow at me. As I put the pillow away, I noticed that Y/N was standing in front of me. Did I piss her off? Oops.
‘‘Loki! You..urgh- that’s..so unfair!’‘ She stomped her foot on the floor. That was a sign for me to stand up as well. ‘‘Well a little magic here and there never hurt anyone’‘ I let out a light laugh. Y/N couldn’t even look me in the eye. ‘‘But- Damn.. this is awkward’‘ Y/N breathed out quietly. At least she wasn’t yelling so that was good.
‘‘It doesn’t have to be awkward’‘ I replied quickly, causing her to tense up. ‘‘Loki..’‘ She said my name almost happily until she looked angry again. ‘‘You idiot! You’re just playing around’‘ She hissed and raised her arms up in the air. I was quick to see what she did so I grabbed her wrists and pulled her closer.
‘‘Remember who you’re talking to, kitten’‘ I reminded her with a darker voice, making her look at me. Her eyes were filled with a dozen emotions, shame being quite evident. But there was also lust in there. ‘‘Loki, what are you doing?’‘ She asked me shyly and eyed my hands that held her wrists. I studied her closely and noticed how easily submissive she was.
‘‘Whatever do you mean?’‘I teased her and turned us around so I could make her sit down on the bed. She barely put up a fight as I controlled her movements. Perfect. ‘‘Are you going to make fun of my dream?’‘ Y/N asked me and it made her look away. She was quite flustered now. Something about her made me feel different. I didn’t want to make fun of her dream.
I actually quite enjoyed her dream.
I let go of her wrists and then I grabbed her jaw, making her look at me. Our eyes met and I noticed how she slowly started affecting me, making me want to do all kinds of things to her delicate body. ‘’Oh I won’t make fun of it dear. I got other things in mind but it’s up to you whether you want it or not’’ I let her know a little of my plans. My other hand touched her bare knee and I traced my finger on her skin, drawing goosebumps.
Y/N gulped but she didn’t back off either. ‘’And based on your exclusive dreams..’’ I spoke up again, now letting my fingers touch her thigh. Y/N separated her legs a little bit, almost magically so I could get better access. ‘’..you wouldn’t mind it one bit’’ I finished what I was saying, hoping for a positive reaction.
Only now it came true to me how much I desired someone to touch and someone to be touched by. These past few weeks had been so long and boring and all along this woman slowly woke up my sexual dreams. Now it was pretty obvious she felt the same.
I let my palm rest on her thigh and I waited for her reaction. Y/N smiled and then nodded, looking at me very intensely. ‘’I won’t mind’’ She answered. Suddenly she grabbed my hair and pulled me in bed so I was on top of her smaller frame. Our lips met and that was the beginning of a blissful night. Also, neither one of us cared about being quiet anymore, because for that moment it was just her and me.
My Personal Top 10 Villain and Hero Prompts so far List
10) “Such faith…” the villain looked at the other in wonder, reverence, shocked awe that quite stole their breath. Such beautiful, stupid, blindness. They were the most perfect creature the villain had ever seen. “Tell me, if I asked you for your heart, would you give it to me?” “You have it already.” As if they hadn’t just met. “Or do you mean literally? ”It was all the villain could do not to grin, wolfish. They didn’t want to scare this miracle, after all. But oh, how strangely ensnaring it was to be trusted so completely.“Come with me.” X
9) “So protective…” the villain murmured. “You were never so protective over me.” “You never needed anyone to protect you!” The look on the villain’s face stopped them dead. X
They knew it was wrong, they knew they shouldn’t like seeing the antagonist like this. A shell of themselves, fragile, held together by stitches. But oh they were so pliant like this. So scared of doing wrong and so desperately needing reassurance. “I forgive you.” “It’s going to be okay.” “You’re not a monster.” The hero had never felt so addictively needed in their life, so redemptive, so powerful to have the villain breathless and overwhelmed with the smallest of kindnesses. They felt like god. X
The villain prowled closer, gaze intent. “Mm. The last time someone looked at me like that we didn’t get out of bed all weekend, good times.” “Cute bravado, it won’t save you.” “You’re blushing.” X
6) “Fix it.” “I can’t.” The protagonist dropped to their knees, a sick feeling curdling in the pit of their belly. “Please - see, I’m begging and everything - fix it.” They swallowed hard. “Please.” Their voice voice cracked. “I can’t,” the antagonist said. They tugged one hand through their hair, jerked the other in a gesture for the protagonist to get up. “I’m not saying it to spite you, I literally can’t. This is beyond my power. I’m sorry.” The protagonist stared at them in numb disbelief. X
5) “Go on,” the antagonist rasped. Their eyes were intent upon the protagonist’s, their lips startlingly red with blood. Breath panting. “Finish it.” The protagonist’s hand wavered, head spinning, adrenaline coursing nauseously through their body. Some distance away, their allies were starting to approach. The antagonist’s expression softened. “Finish it.” They reached up a hand to steady the protagonist on their weapon. “You’ll be a hero, everyone will love you, the world will be yours for the taking. You’ve come so far and grown so much, you’ve fought so hard. You can do it. It’s alright.” “You want to die?” “Don’t ask me that. I’d rather it be by your hand than theirs.” X
“Let me tell you something,” the antagonist said. “You want to get away with being a monster, you act like a hero.” X
“Dearest. Darling. Sweetheart,” the protagonist flatly recited the list of endearments the antagonist was most likely to wield in their conversations. “You’re play acting at intimacy again. God, it must be desperately lonely being you.” “Oh, love. I’m not the one play acting at anything – if I wanted to be intimate with you, baby, I’d bother to learn your name.” X
2) “Beautiful girl in need of saving, you’re predictable,” said the villain. She circled the hotel room, removing the silken scarf from around her neck and letting it drop. The heroine set her weapon slowly down on the bed beside them. “Compulsive need to play act a girl in need of saving,” she returned. “You’re transparent.” A smile flickered across the villain’s lips. “I like pretending to be you. It’s intimate.”“You think I need saving?” “Of course,” the villain purred. “I know who you’re up against.” X
“Shh, it’s alright,” the villain said. “You’re doing beautifully and I’m so proud of you. But that’s enough now. It was cruel of them to make you fight me - you could never have won. It’s not your fault.” X
+ 1; AKA the first heroes and villains prompt I wrote, of the classic style you might know me for (I wrote villainous prompts before this one, but they wouldn’t be what you guys call my villain and hero prompts in the same way)
“What happened to you?” He strained against the cuff, face twisted up and flushed. “You’re not like this - this isn’t you.”
“And how would you know what I’m like?” he drew the knife, caressed it along Marco’s cheek. “You left. And now you want to leave again…but the boss won’t be so happy about that, old friend.”
did you see the 2nd kiss without the music? Are matt and harry so freaking noisy while kissing or is that added it post production? I already thought that for the wedding kiss. =D
I did watch that video of the second kiss without music, Anon. And lol, apparently they both really are that noisy when kissing each other. It was the same with the wedding kiss. They just like to really smooch each other. Very audible. I think it just so so adorable and pure.
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Dean’s Point Of View
brought a guy back to her motel room. I probably girls back too often. Sam had
his nights here and there. But Y/N wasn’t one to have one-night stands. So,
when I heard the guys’ voice in her room on the other side of mine, I was a
And then I
heard the words that sent me into a storm of rage.
gonna take it you filthy fat cow.”
Y/N’s voice was broken. I could hear her tears, “Please.”
I get what I came for. Not like you’re going to get it from anyone else. I’m
doing you a favor.”
remember leaving my room or busting in to Y/N’s. But there I was, physically making
that guy leave her room. With more threats to kill him, castrate him, and
humiliate him if he ever came near her again.
was curled up on the bed, wrapped in a sheet.
I rushed to
her, “He’s an idiot. He’s such an idiot. You’re beautiful and perfect.
Everything about you is perfect.”
prompt: can you please write another 13 reasons why imagine? one with jeff atkins where you’re clays younger sister? + I know you have a lot of request so I don’t want to overwhelm you so you can ignore this you need to, but if you’re not could you do a Jeff Atkins imagine of being Clay’s twin sister who he has a massive crush on and Clay finds out and thinks it hilarious because Jeff needs his help with girls but then he actually helps him get his sister???
warnings: fluff !! nervous!jeff, light swearing
a/n: i love jeff and i thought i would be cool to combine both of these requests !! hope you enjoy ! like always requests are open and feedback is appreciated :) xx
You were Clay Jensen’s younger sister, twin sister be more specific. He was older than you by 10 minutes and he would always make ‘When I was your age.’ jokes which made you want to strangle him. But life wasn’t all bad, you were friends with Hannah, who always made jokes about you and your brother bring nerds. Then occasionally you would hang with your brother while he tutored the one and only, Jeff Atkins.
To say he was attractive would be an understatement. Jeff Atkins was a big ball of sunshine and he was adorable. You would sit a couple chairs down away from your brother when he tutored Jeff. You didn’t want to bother him, so you either listened to music, take naps, do homework or sometimes read. You remembered once Jeff helped your brother with Oh My Dollar Valentine’s. You overheard Jeff say, “Dude, why not just say you watch Lord of the Rings on repeat.”
“I don’t do that. Anymore.” You heard your brother say and you held in a laugh when both Tony and Jeff gave him looks. Then Tony chimed in, “You used to do that?” You scoff, “What do you mean used to? You still do it now.” You chimed in, looking up from your book. The three boys looking over at you, Clay looking at you wide-eyed. “Shut up Y/N!” Clay exclaimed, you shaking your head and laughing. “Who is that?” Jeff asked Clay looking back towards Clay.
“That would be my annoying twin sister, Y/N.” Clay answered, reading over his questionnaire. Jeff looked at your quiet figure, you had looked fascinated in the book you were reading. Jeff got up and walked over to you, sitting down across from you. “Hello there.” You greeted not looking up from your book. The thing was that you and Jeff never really spoke, it would just be an occasional “hello” and smile. “Hey Y/N. I’ve been wondering if you were gonna do the Valentine questionnaire thing?” Jeff asked, feeling himself get nervous with every word he spoke.
You looked away from your book and at him. “Um, not really. I would rather try and find my soulmate then let some algorithm and machine pair me up with someone.” You answered. “Why do you wanna know Atkins?” You ask, leaning towards him, curiosity in your voice. “I’m just curious, and because I’m helping your brother with his love life.” You give him a small smile, “well good luck, my brother’s love life is pretty small and sad.” You spoke quietly, trying not to let Clay hear. Jeff let out a chuckle, then got up. “Until our next talk Y/N.” Then he walked over and sat down next to Clay and their tutoring session continued.
Over a course of many weeks, you and Jeff had started talking more, leading to Jeff having a massive crush on you. It had gotten to the point where he would get nervous sitting near you. So Jeff being Jeff had confided to Clay. It was a normal day, Clay was tutoring Jeff but you weren’t there, you had gone with Hannah to Monet’s. Jeff decided this would be a perfect opportunity to ask about you. “Hey Clay, do you think you could help me?” Clay looked up from the textbook and nodded his head.
“There’s this girl I like and I don’t know how to talk to her or how to ask her out.” Clay was stunned for a moment. “Hold up, you, Jeff Atkins, is asking me, Clay Jensen, for relationship advice,” Jeff sighed at Clay’s words but let him continued. “This is amazing, who’s the lucky girl?” Clay asked and Jeff was nervous, once again. “Um, it’s Y/N.” Jeff answered quietly, hoping Clay wouldn’t be mad. “Really, my sister? But don’t worry, I’m not mad. You know what, I’ll help you Jeff.” Clay said with a smile and Jeff sighed in relief.
“So anything I should know?” Jeff asked. Clay told Jeff some of your interests but gave him some advice. “I know this is gonna sound cliche and shit but dude seriously, just be yourself. Y/N already likes you for who you are, you shouldn’t try and change yourself. Just be confident and ask her out, she’s at Monet’s right now. Go and ask her out now.” Jeff thought for a moment then gathered his things and got up.
Jeff headed out to Monet’s, he was practically running, hoping you hadn’t left yet. To his relief, you were sitting inside at the small circle table where Hannah usually sat. Hannah was nowhere to be seen so Jeff sat down in the seat across from you. “Hey Jeff.” You greeted with a smile. Jeff’s heart fluttered at your smile, which made him more nervous. “U-um, Y/N, I was w-wondering if you w-wanted to go o-out sometime?” Jeff ask causing you to giggle. “I would love to go out with you.” You answered, a huge grin appearing on Jeff’s face. “Wait, isn’t Clay suppose to be helping you right now?” You asked and Jeff nodded his head.
“I asked your brother for advice to asking you out.” Jeff said quietly. “Why wouldn’t you just ask me out?” You laugh, Jeff’s cheeks started to blush. “I really liked you! I get nervous around you!” He exclaimed, the two of you bursting into laughter. “You’re such a dork.” You smile. Jeff gives you a cheeky grin, “Only for you.”