So this is for @winchesters-favorite-girl 1 year celebration. I chose the prompt. “You’ll always have me.” And i know its not great but im just happy i finally managed to get something out. And Happy one year to you Katie!
JJ just has to reach a little bit farther to reach the monkey bar. Hanging from one arm she reaches to grab the other monkey bar, missing it she falls to the sand covered ground of the park. Wiping her hands off on her shorts she feels someone poke her in the shoulder.
“You’re it.” Turning around she sees one of her best friends, Olivia smiling at her.
“That isn’t fair, you sneaked up on me,” She grumbles.
“Is to fair. I can tag anyone that isn’t on the playground.”
They continue to argue, until they hear their teacher Mrs. Jones call the kids back into class for lunch. Grabbing their lunch boxes they sit down at their favorite table with their other friends.
“What do you have for lunch JJ?” Olivia asked, looking into her lunch box.
“My daddy is home, so he packed me lunch.” Pulling out a bag of chips, a yogurt tube, m&ms, a fruit juice, a cookie and a PB&J cut to look like a horse. “That means all good stuff.” The kids at her table stare in jealousy at the food she had, most of them having some type of sandwich (not shaped like a horse) a fruit box and some kind of fruit.
“Wow I wish my Dad would give me food like that.” Matt said as he reached for her m&ms. All the kids agreeing with Matt.
“Yeah my dad’s pretty cool, I just wish he was around more so he could always make me lunches.” She muttered as she grabbed her food from Matt.
“Hey JJ do you think we could have a sleepover party tomorrow? My momma said we could if yours said yes.” Olivia asked hoping to cheer her friend up a bit, from thinking about her dad. JJ nodded her head in agreement, the two of them had been friends since the first ever day of school, often spending night over at each others houses.
Daneel Ackles was one of the best moms out there, JJ knew that she wouldn’t have a problem with letting her go over to her friends house. Arriving home JJ runs into the living room, looking for her mom. “Momma, Olivia ask me if i could sleep at her house tomorrow. Can I please?” She asks jumping up on the couch with her mom.
“Of course you can. Me or Dad can take you over after your sister’s party.”
JJ grabs onto her mom’s arms as she lifts her up. “Party? What for, is it like my birthday party?”
Daneel chuckles, “No it’s for your sister because she’s got into the college she wanted.”
Three months ago you had applied to five different colleges, but there was one in particular that you wanted to go to more than the rest. Then last week you had opened the mailbox to see a letter from the college, you spent ten minutes trying to gather the courage to open it. Finally your mom and dad helped you open it up, skipping right to the bottom to see if you got in. You danced around with them, your dad picked you up and spun you around while your mom went to go check on the twins.
Daneel had wanted to do a party for you, as a congratulations and as a going away party. You had told JJ that you had gotten into the college you wanted when she walked into the kitchen to see you all dancing. Assuming that she understood what that meant. The only problem with the college is that it was in a different state, meaning you had to move into a dorm and you wouldn’t be able to see them every day.
“Are you talking about your favorite sister.” You said, as you walked into the house. JJ squirmed in Daneel’s arms wanting to go over to you. You laughed as she collided into your legs, wrapping her arms around them.
“Oh wow I see, no one cares about dad hugh.” Jensen said as he walked in behind you.
JJ giggled at her Dad, “I love you Daddy,” Daneel awed. “Just not as much as Y/n” You snorted trying to hold in your laughter, one look at your dad though made you double over with laughter.
“I taught you well, youngling.” Picking her up, you headed to your bedroom with her. “Come on you can help me with some homework.” Turning around you stuck your tongue out at him.
As you were leaving the room you heard your dad say, “My two oldest have turned against me.”
Running down the stairs in her party dress, JJ headed straight for the cake table. Reaching for a plate she felt someone pick her up. “What do you think you’re doing huh. Who said you could have cake?” You laughed as she struggled trying to get some cake.
“I said i could have cake,” she crossed her arms, pretending to be mad.
“Well i guess since you said you could have cake,” Putting her down, you grabbed her a plate and a fork. “There you go, just make sure you don’t get it all over your dress.” She nodded her head, already shoving spoonfuls in her mouth.
“Come on JJ, we gotta go now if we want to get to your friends house before dark.” Jensen yelled from across the room. JJ walked over to him, eating her last bit of cake. “Do you have all your stuff.”
“Momma put it in the car.”
“Alright let’s go then.”
Jensen walked JJ to the front door, Olivia’s mom opens the door for them.
“I’ll be back tomorrow morning to pick her up, if you need me to come get her before then just call.” Jensen says, giving Olivia’s mom JJ’s sleeping bag. Kneeling down to JJ he tells her to be good and not cause any trouble, before watching her run into the house looking for Olivia.
Even though they saw each other at school a few hours ago, they were still bouncy and giggly when they saw each other. Heading into Olivia’s room they grabbed as many dolls and action figures as they could find, before continuing the game they played last sleepover. An hour later Olivia’s Mom calls them to come eat. “Well JJ don’t you look adorable in your dress.”
“Thank you Mrs. Olivia’s mom. We had a party for my sissy, cause she got into the collage.”
“Oh really how exciting.” She replies, before the girls grab their dinner and head into the dining room.
“I remember when my brother got to go to college, he didn’t come back for ever. I missed him really bad, but he came for christmas and my birthday.”
JJ looked puzzled, “What do you mean, he didn’t come back?”
“Last year he moved out and lived at college, he only came during the holidays. But the good thing I got to put toys in his room. I’m gonna get juice.” Olivia left leaving JJ to wonder why her sister was leaving.
The rest of the night JJ couldn’t find it in herself to be happy, she couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that her sister was leaving.
In the morning you decided to pick up JJ, letting your parents sleep in. Mrs. Porter opened up the door for you letting you in. “The girls should be down in a minute, they were up late last night. So i heard you got into college.”
“Yup I leave in two weeks.”
“That will be such a good experience, i remember how Matt was when he moved out.”
Olivia and JJ walk into the kitchen where you were talking to Mrs. Porter. “Got everything JJ?” She nodded her head, not meeting your eyes. “Alright let’s get going i have some stuff i have to get done, thank you for letting her stay over.” Walking out of the house JJ walked a couple feet behind, scuffing her shoes against the ground.
Pulling into the garage you turn off the car, JJ gets out of the car before you could turn around to talk to her. “What in the world.” you mumble to yourself, wondering what could have made her act like that. Ever since she was born you two had been best friends, even though you were thirteen years older than her.
“Hey did you see JJ come in?” You ask your dad as you lock the door behind you.
“Yea, she went up to her room. She okay, she looked angry.”
“I don’t know, she hasn’t said a word to me since the party last night.” Concerned that something had happened to her at her friend’s house you headed upstairs to check on her. Knocking on the door, you opened it slowly. “Hey you in here?” Noticing a lump on her bed you sat down next to it.
“Go away.” She moved as far away as she could get from you.
“Hey, what’s wrong? You don’t get to be angry at me, and then tell me to go away.” Trying to pull down the covers she grabbed on to them, not allowing them to move. “Did something happen at the sleepover? JJ you know you can tell me anything.” Finally she ripped the covers down.
“Why are you leaving me?” She cried out.
“Leaving you? JJ what do you mean?” She sat up, crossing her arms and glaring at you.
“Olivia said her brother left because of collage. And you’re going to collage, meaning you’re gonna leave too. And we had a party for you. Why are you leaving me.” This whole time you assumed that JJ understood that you were leaving, and that she was fine with it. Now you realized how wrong you were, her confession breaking your heart.
“Oh JJ I’m so sorry.” You said pulling her into your arms. “I thought you knew, i guess i never told you though. Baby just because I’m going to college doesn’t mean that we can’t talk everyday.”
She looks up at you, “What do you mean?”
“Well we can skype everyday, and i promise i will come back to visit as many times as i can. And just think every time i visit i’ll bring you a present.” She smiles at the mention of presents. “JJ i know it’s hard because we won’t be living in the same house anymore, but i promise you’ll always have me.” Reaching up she wraps her arms around your neck, hugging you tight.
“You promise.” Patting her on her back you say, “I promise, now why don’t you head downstairs, I hear that there’s a ton of leftover cake.” Bouncing out off the bed and out of the room, you follow behind her.
“That was sweet.” Your dad stood by the twins room. “I was checking on them when i heard you two talking.” Walking over to you he leaned down and pulled you into a hug. “And i think it’s something i needed to hear too.”
Pulling away you stare at him, “What do you mean?”
“It’s just hard knowing that soon you’ll be a couple states away, living by yourself. I mean just yesterday you were the same age as JJ, and now. And in no time JJ will be gone too.”
“Dad…” You didn’t know how to respond to that, because he was gone most of the year you figured it would be like any other day. “It’s alright, like i told JJ i’ll be back as much as i can.”
He nods and sniffles, “Alright no chick flick moments.” You chuckle at that. “Now did i hear something about cake?”
“Yeah but you might want to hurry, I think JJ might have eaten all by now.”
You laugh as he bolts down the stairs, before realizing that there would be no cake for you once he got down there.
Ok the Caps/Flyers rivalry is HUGE, so when I got this, I
was stoked! And I think it turned out pretty cute! You even get a little Andre
with children, so enjoy that!
Warning: one bad word
@th3littlemermaid14 Request: Hi!!!! Love love love all of your writing!! I just
thought of this request with ever so adorable Andre Burakovsky where he meets
your family like everyone and is adorable with the little cousins but also the
reader is from another city like for example im from Philly and (don’t hate me)
been born and raised a flyers fan (but Andre is my favorite) so if the readers
fam could poke fun at both of them and he’s super nervous but the whole thing
is just super fluffy and adorable!
can’t believe you wore that” you mumbled as you turned on to your childhood
dan’s shoes made soft clanking noises as they hit the pavement, the metal snug against dan’s toes. he winced, but pushed on, his hands swinging slightly, parallel to his sides, as he walked.
it was a rather hot day out, which was not the best circumstances in which to be wearing metal shoes of this sort, but dan did not have any other options. sure, they were heavy, and so hot that dan felt as if his feet may melt. but there were far worse things to happen, he reminded himself.
he pulled up his pair of small black shorts once more, licking his chapped lips. he wished that for once maybe he could find some clothing that fit, but so far it seemed to be nearly impossible. nothing fit him, but that was simply because he was far too skinny for anything to come close to his measurements. he pulled his loose jacket tighter around him, even though it was far too hot to need it.
he pushed his coffee-brown hair back on his forehead, digging his teeth into his bottom lip as he glanced around the street. mostly empty, other than a few cars and several passerby’s on the sidewalk.
music swirled through dan’s mind like a whirlwind of notes and bars, his warm eyes flashing as he rushed across the street; as fast as he could with his clunky shoes weighing him down. his heart thrummed in time with his steps, faster and faster as he got closer to his destination.
by the time he could see the tall building at the end of his vision, he had played the entire moonlight sonata in his head, twice. and, without even realizing it, he had started moving his fingers in time with the song, as if playing the piano in the air.
he closed his eyes for the last few steps, letting the music flow through him like a rushing river after the dam has been knocked over. then he could hear that in his head as well, a loud whooshing noise alongside the piano sonata.
he opened his eyes, stopping in front of his building and taking a deep breath. it came out shaky, and dan ran his trembling fingers through his hair. calm down. it’s going to be fine, it always is.
he hopped up the steps two at a time, and pushed open the large wooden front door.
it squeaked as it swung open, and dan attempted to swallow his visible fear. he took a step inside, his shoe clanking, and he flinched.
dan closed the door behind him, taking careful steps towards his room. aka, the attic. as if he was something to be hidden away, some sort of hideous beast.
dan froze and winced at the tone of the single word, slowly turning towards the stern voice.
“yes, sir?” he asked softly, staring at his feet. he heard light footsteps starting towards him, and his heart thrummed in his chest like a drum.
“look at me.”
dan swallowed, slowly turning his face upwards to look at his boss. the man nodded at him curtly, frowning.
“where have you been?”
dan blinked, his dark eyelashes fanning his cheeks briefly. “just out for a walk.”
there was a moment of silence, the fear in dan’s chest compacting and forming a lump in his throat. jarvis stared at him, as if trying to intimidate him.
“did i say you could go out?” he asked finally, and dan’s gaze dropped to his feet.
“no, sir,” he said timidly. “sorry, sir.”
“good.” jarvis’s voice turned harsh, but only for a moment. dan shivered. he always felt as if he were treading on thin ice around the stony man. “go on, then. i’m going out. your dinner is in the freezer.”
dan almost sighed in relief, letting his shoulders relax as he nodded frantically. “thank you.”
the man grunted, turning to move towards the door, where he took his jacket off a hook beside the door.
“don’t make a mess,” he said firmly, his dark and bushy eyebrows raising in the slightest. “and i left a list of chores on the counter.” dan nodded.
he held his breath until the man had left the building, before sighing and falling to the floor. he laughed to himself lightly, his dimples popping on his rosy cheeks as his grin grew by the second. he unbuckled the clunky burdens, one by one, and hopped to his feet.
he glanced down at them, his black knee highs bunching at his ankles. it was always pure relief when he got to take them off everyday, and dan wasn’t one to take relief lightly.
god, he wished he could just get a larger size, but that was impossible. his mother had made them for him when he was thirteen, and then…
dan shook off the thoughts, forcing himself to smile. he wouldn’t ruin his mood with sadness.
quickly he stripped off his socks, giggling lightly and stepping gingerly forward.
the effect was instant; the second his other foot lifted from the ground, the floorboards creaked. and then, impossibly, a tiny sunflower sprouted from the wood. dan smiled - the flowers displayed his mood.
it grew rapidly, going up to his ankle before stopping, and slumping slightly from the weight of its own petals.
and then he was off; skipping, twirling around the room, his feet hitting the floor a lot less noisily than before. he sprinted down the hall, the trail of small yellow flowers blossoming behind him. he danced almost wildly, knowing no one could see him.
he hopped up the stairs, humming to himself before he even got to the piano.
the piano. the white piano that sat at the top of the stairs, beside his bed- the one that was broken but still sounded beautiful when played correctly.
when dan played it he was happy, and that was the only thing that make him happy.
– – –
phil had learned to keep quiet. it was how he got through the day.
keep quiet, do your job, and the opportunities will come to you. you are completely in control, and at the same time, not at all in control of anything.
it never seemed to make sense to anyone but phil, but it was how he had been raised. it had been drilled into his head countless times, it was all he had ever really known.
shut up, keep quiet, and it’ll come to you.
“hey!” someone snapped in phil’s face, waking him up. he blinked, shaking his head.
“wake up.” she smirked. “it’s time to open up, or did you forget you work here?”
phil rolled his eyes, rubbing at his eyes. he moved to the other side of the small booth, where there was a mirror. he mussed up his hair, frowning when it wouldn’t even remotely do what he wanted. as always.
“i keep saying to frank, i keep telling him, ‘that boy daydreams far too much. you want a real hardworking fellow, not one of the lester boys. head in the clouds.’”
phil rolled his eyes again, moving past the girl with the light brown ponytail sweeping the floor in front of the entrance, flipping the sign to open. she was 22, same as phil, but she spoke as if she was eighty.
the perfect specimen to work at a dusty used book shop crammed in between a starbucks and an italian restaurant. just odd enough.
phil sighed, moving back to the desk and beginning his daily checklist. sweep; check, it was eliza’s day to do that. the sign was turned, desk was dusted, and the books were all organized alphabetically. done, check. he was all done with his morning jobs.
“i’m going to the back,” he muttered to eliza, who responded with a sort of mumble, some kind of acknowledgment.
phil retreated to the back of the store, the small nook that held the history books, all the ones no one really wanted. no one but phil, of course. a perfect cover.
he sat in the large rocking chair, and let his head fall back so his eyes were locked on the ceiling. his eyes passed over the white plaster, the surface he had begged frank countless times to let him paint.
he would do something with flowers, definitely. paint all the flowers he wished for so desperately, because it’s so hard to have a garden when you live in the city, and your landlord refuses to let you bring dirt inside.
he remembered living in the country, where he was allowed to plant as much as he wanted. he had his own little gardening box, where he’d take care of roses and irises and daisies, any flower he wanted. until his parents decided it was time for him to get a start on the rest of his life. move out, move to the city, do something with himself.
so now he was a struggling artist and worked at an unpopular book store for minimum wage. great, thanks mom and dad.
phil blinked, opening his eyes and squinting at the front door when the bell tinkled, sealing behind whoever had entered. of course, he should have guessed; it was the brown haired boy who came every day, right at opening time.
he was rather pretty, there was no denying it; his hair fell in messy locks in his chocolate eyes, as if he had just woken up, and freckles dotted his nose and cheeks like constellations. the only strange thing about him were his shoes.
the boy always wore large clunky shoes, made of what looked like metal, which must be hard to walk in. they were like huge steam punk boots, which seemed completely opposite to the boy’s style. and they seemed to be painful too, by the way he limped and leaned side to side just the slightest.
and don’t even get phil started on how loud they were.
phil watched carefully as the customer wandered the store, as he did every day. he had a sort of rushed look to him, as if something bad would happen if he didn’t get in and out as quickly as possible, while still looking dazed. phil didn’t know how he did that, it was the kind of thing only disney princesses and forest animals could do.
finally he seemed to notice phil, and moved towards him. despite the shoes, he moved rather gracefully, if not slightly pained. phil braced himself, because what kind of weirdo dresses like that anyways?
“hello,” the boy said, so softly that phil almost had to lean forward to hear him.
“hey.” he offered a smile, hoping that it didn’t look forced. “how can i help you, sir?”
the boy bit his lip, tugging on it between his teeth until it went pale, exposing the freckles that dusted his rosy lips as well.
“do you have any more astronomy books?” he blinked, his dark eyelashes fanning over his rosy cheeks. “i… it’s just, i looked in the spot they usually are, and they weren’t there…”
phil stood up, smiling at him. “ah. yeah, we have 'em. eliza reorganized yesterday, i’ll show you to them.”
the boy’s eyes lit up like a sky full of stars, and phil almost choked. how the fuck was that legal?
“oh, thank you so much! i read very fast, you see, so i need more all the time and…” he seemed to realize he was rambling, and stopped himself, blushing darkly. “oh dear, i’m sorry. just s-show me the books, i’ll shush.”
phil nodded slowly, laughing under his breath. he was pretty cute, in the same way an old lady was. he and eliza would surely get along.
phil led him to the new astronomy section was, leaning against the shelf. “here you are.”
the guy smiled again, his dimples popping on his round cheeks, and he nodded. “can’t thank you enough, er…”
“phil,” phil muttered. the boy nodded.
“well, thank you, phil.”
phil nodded, retreating back to his spot in the back of the store. he watched him pay and leave, the door bell tinkling, his thoughts wandering away again, until he realized he had forgotten to ask the boy’s name.
Hello Tumblr mom. I told my dad I was going to therapy. He got mad, yelling about how therapists are like cocaine and poison, and only calmed him down after lying about stopping. Then sister told my mom in some misguided attempt of warning bc "dad would be odd and she deserved to know". Now I've got a weepy mom, a dad not as open as I thought, and a sister mad at me when I told her not her business. I just wanted them to say it's ok. I know Chinese culture stigmatizes this but I was so hopeful
*hugs tight* I’m so sorry you’re dealing with this. You are doing the right thing by getting yourself help. Your family might not understand it right now, but you are absolutely doing the right thing and I wish you well in your pursuit of becoming healthier and happier and to becoming the person you deserve to be.
author’s note: sweet, fluffy, cuddly roman imagine requested by anon. not sure if this is really what you wanted but i hope you like it! feel free to tell me what you think :-)
Roman plops down on the bed and watches as his wife gets ready for bed.
He thinks she’s perfect. He really does. Even though he knows she has obvious flaws that drive him crazy – like her stubborn personality and her refusal to admit when she’s wrong – he still thinks she’s perfect. She’s intelligent, she’s hardworking, she’s beautiful (especially right now, when her face is free of makeup and her hair is situated in a messy bun), and she’s the most incredible mother to their four-year-old daughter. She’s everything he ever wanted in a woman, and more.
“What?” she says, when she catches him staring at her.
“Nothing,” he shakes his head and smiles at her. “You’re just beautiful.”
Simon hummed a bit as he was putting together a puzzle by himself. He sighed, his sister Rosanna was reading a book, his mother and father were busy with work so that left him alone in the living room. He groaned face planting into the carpet floor he laid upon. But he shot straight up as he had felt a hand on his head, thinking one of his family members was doing it. Strangely enough though…not a single person was in the same room as him, that creeped him out a bit. Suddenly hearing a click near him, he looked down to the puzzle and saw that a very pieces where added, Simon blinked shocked. “How’d that happen?” Simon asked himself as he jumped back a bit as another piece placed itself…all on its own.
Simon felt fear pound through his veins, but it also wasn’t just fear…interest flows through them to. Simon looked to the door way remembering his sister was in the next room over he could always call for help. Simon looked back to the puzzle and scooted back over, and he decided to place a piece and test the waters. It took a minute but a piece floated up and placed itself, Simon picked up a piece and placed it down. Simon then noticed something, that the spot across from him was absolutely FREEZING like a bag of ice was placed across from him and it wasn’t there before. The energy in the room didn’t change at all, it was strangely more happier actually! Simon even felt himself beginning to smile, as he piece by piece built the puzzle to it’s full glory! The picture was of a Phoenix, soaring through the skies.
Simon clapped once as he looked to the strange cold spot saying “Hey, thanks for helping me build the puzzle! And um I-I’m guessing your a ghost cause unless your an invisible person then I’m gonna guess your a ghost.” A hand seemed to appear on his head again or at least the pressure of one appeared. Simon shivered a bit but smiled, he suddenly felt the pressure was gone and the cold spot was…moving?! Simon was immediately up on his feet as he stretched a hand out feeling the movement of the cold. The cold seemed to stop when it noticed Simon, the boy tried to explain “Um…I was hoping to play some more! Maybe a board game? Or maybe something you wanna play?” The child wasn’t even sure if he was making any sense to the ghost if that’s what this was.
The cold spot began to move, out the into the hallway, Simon followed wanting to know what was going on. The cold spot moved to the kitchen, where on the counter was fresh baked cookies! Simon didn’t remember anyone baking cookies, he blinked and asked the cold spot next to him “Did you make them?” And the answer was a cookie floating down and dropping into Simons hands. The child blinked and smiled “Wow! Thank you!” He spoke as he looked to the cookie and began to eat it, he then asked “Hey, where are you going?” He noticed the cold spot was moving again and followed he noticed they were entering a much bigger living room. This was when they had more family over, it was rarely used. Simon watched as items moved around the room and created a fortress made out of couch cushions! Simon giggled as he ran in to the fortress, but he noticed the spot wasn’t close anymore! Simon was confused, where did his ghost friend go? He got his answer as the plate of cookies from the kitchen and even a cup of milk came floating over and put in front of him.
The cold spot he soon felt next to him once again. “Oh wow! Thanks! This is great, now I have two cool friends! I have Dylan, but he’s not always here cause he’s with him mom and dad but now I have you to!” The child beamed a smiled as he ate another cookie and drank the milk as well. Now these were both made with ink, the cookies and milk were basically ink made to make human foods into toon food. So Simon was safe from getting ill, as he ate and drank, he began to get tired and so after only a few cookies were left and his milk completely gone he curled up to snooze away in the fort. A blanket floating over to be put over Simon’s head and a pillow as well joined and Simon’s head was lifted just enough to slip the pillow under his head.
When Simon woke up next he was awoken by his sister Rosanna. “Simon!? Why are you in here? And did you mess with the oven?!” Simon whined before looking up to his sister confused “Rosanna what do you mean? I’m not allowed to touch the oven after the last time, why?” Simon yawned tiredly as he looked up at her. Rosanna spoke a bit frustrated “Because I saw the cookies on the counter and I don’t remember anyone baking anything.” Simon blinked and smiled saying a bit more alert now “Oh! That was my ghost friend! They were awesome! They helped me make a puzzle first and then they led me to the kitchen to have cookies! And then they made this fort! But then I must have fallen asleep..” Simon felt around a bit hoping to feel a cold spot but nothing was there “Aw! The must have left, the cold spot isn’t here anymore…” Rosanna stared at her brother and sighed “Your imagination is amazing and wild.” Simon snapped back “They are not part of my imagination! They were here!” He pouts a bit and suddenly the two hear the front door open.
“Mom! Dad!” The two spoke in union as they both raced for the door. Nether noticed that the large living room as actually picking up itself…..
Ohhhh! Spooky!! Seems there’s a ghost in the house hold! But here let me explain! You see this isn’t canon to @themarshmellowsnowqueen ’s AU but I can’t help but make ideas XD
You see Jonathan and Belle actually had a first child, his name was Blazen but he was shot and killed at a young age by a rival gang. So I’m thinking Blazen still watches over his family, and making sure their happy, like Simon being alone he wanted to help. So this is the first time Simon meets his older brother Blazen…
Hey, guys! I just want to wish all of you happy holidays! I hope you have tons of fun, and here’s you a punk!Percy and girly!Annabeth one shot to make it just a bit better! This is the “i know we hate each other but it’s christmas eve and your flight was cancelled please come inside” Percabeth AU
Come talk to me and let me know how your holidays are going! I would love to hear about them xoxo
Annabeth had decided not to go back to San Francisco this year for the holidays because of money and work. She also didn’t mind that much because she didn’t really get along with her stepmother, and even though she wouldn’t get to see her dad this year, she couldn’t make herself feel bad about it.
She was spending Christmas with her friends, and she was more excited about it than she had been for the holiday in years.
Since her mom died when she was younger, Annabeth never had another real Christmas. Her dad was just too sad, and then he met his new wife and she brought along her family and kids and it was just—too much for Annabeth. She missed waking up with her mom and dad and opening presents and then watching Harry Potter all day long while playing with her new toys and gifts.
It was Christmas Eve today, and Annabeth was curled up on her couch underneath her comforter, eating popcorn and candy canes and watching the first Harry Potter movie. She had done some work earlier this morning, planning for some of the designs for her firm and the meeting after the first of the year, but now she was trying to get into the “Christmas spirit.”
this is just too cute ahhhhhhhh 😊☺ young love at its finest awww️
c/n/n = crush’s nick name
on a Saturday night when most people would be out with their friends partying, I’m deciding to stay in and relax. I usually do have a busy weekend, so having a night like this is always nice. I hop into bed early and cuddle in all the blankets, enjoying myself. I hear my phone buzz on my bedside table.
“y/nnnnnnnnnnn” it’s from c/n. I smile and set my phone back down when I hear it buzz again.
“I neeeeeeed youuuuuuuu!”
“what’s up.” I reply.
“y/n, I just need you right now.”
“come on, c/n, you can have one day without sex” I type, shaking my head at this lovely boy I get to call my boyfriend.
“no like I just need to be next to you rn.”
I look at his text, slightly confused.
“what’s wrong?” I ask.
“idk I just need you right now.” he replies almost immediately.
“alright, wanna come over? my parents are here but they’re already asleep.”
“k, be there in 10.” he texts, and sure enough, in 10 minutes I hear a car door close. I get out of bed and walk downstairs quietly, trying not to wake up my mom or dad. I open the door as c/n walks up.
“y/n,” he says, greeting me with a smile and kiss.
“hey, c/n/n.” I say as we walk upstairs. we get to my room and I lay back down on my bed.
“you’re welcome to join if you want.” I smile, motioning to my bed.
he toes off his shoes and crawls onto the bed.
“c/n, what’s wrong. this isn’t normal.” I say, turning on my side to face him.
“y/n,” he whispers, cupping my cheek, “I just really want to be with you.”
“ok th-” I start, but stop because I see his blush.
“tell me what it is!” I smile, kissing his nose.
he takes a long breath, then lets it out, looking me in the eyes with the greatest emotions present.
“y/n, I think I love you.” he says, barely audible.
I gaze at his beautiful face, too amazed to say anything. his eyes start to water.
“I’m so sorry.” he says.
“why?” I ask, pulling him closer, “I think I love you, too.”
the smile that appears on his face is more precious than anything and everything ever.
“you’re just so beautiful in every way, so smart, so kind, funny, I just,” he stops and smiles, “I can’t be without you.”
I place my hand on his cheek, then run my fingers through his hair.
“ditto.” I whisper, then bring my lips to his, soft and smooth and slow, but so passionate.
“God, I love you.” he breaths out, running his hands down my side. he pulls me closer and I flip over with my back pressed to his front. his top hand glides under my shirt to rest on my skin, his head near the crook of my neck.
“good night, y/n.” he whispers, kissing my shoulder.
“good night, c/n/n, love you, see ya in the morning.”
I click off my lamp and within minutes we fall into peaceful, lovely blissful sleep.
“Oh my god,” you said, waking up to the sound of something hitting the floor.
Spencer’s head popped up from underneath the covers. “What was that? What happened?” he sputtered.
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, wondering if you’d ever know a good night’s sleep ever again. “I think Junior is up,” you said, throwing the covers off your body, “and it sounds like something fell off of the refrigerator.” Just over four years ago, about eight months after your wedding, you’d had Spencer Morgan Reid and just six months earlier, you’d had your baby girl, Elia Brooke. Your nights were filled with late night and early morning feedings, story time with Junior and generally just running around like chickens with their heads cut off, never truly resting. Despite the chaotic nature of your marriage, you made sure to make time as a family and with each other.
Your parents moved to DC shortly after Junior was born, so at least once a week, they took the kids, so you and Spencer could spend some quality time together. Many times, it would just involve a quiet dinner and some slow lovemaking, but on occasion, you allotted your time to some kinky endeavors. As parents, you didn’t have as much time as you used to, but you never let that side of you disappear. After all, it’s how you met your Kinky Prince Charming.
“Junior!” you yelled on your way out of the bedroom. “What did daddy and I tell you about going into the refrigerator by yourself?”
Spencer had headed to the kitchen before, so when you turned the corner, you saw your husband, looking down in a mix of love and exasperation at your son. “What happened here?” you asked him, before turning to see Junior.
You wanted to be mad, but he was so damn cute. Chocolate cake had been had the night before and there were a couple of slices leftover in the refrigerator - well, now there was one less. Your four-year-old son had cake and frosting all over his face. “Little man…really?”
“I like cake,” he said, looking slightly ashamed, but mostly excited he got to have cake for breakfast.
Spencer bent down to meet his son’s gaze. “I know mommy makes delicious chocolate cake, but you can’t eat it for breakfast. If you want some more, you have to have it after dinner, okay?” He took a warm, damp rag to Junior’s face, wiping the remnants of chocolate crumbs off his face. “How did you cake on your eyelid, Junior?” he laughed.
A low, steady cry drew your attention to the nursery, Elia was awake and needed food. God, you were tired.
“Do you want me to grab this feeding?” your husband asked, reaching toward the refrigerator for some of breast milk you’d pumped the day before. Your boobs hurt just thinking about it.
“No, that’s okay, love,” you said, kissing him on the lips and then your son on the forehead. “Why don’t you grab bath time for messy man and I’ll grab Elia. Mommy’s boobies are coming, baby girl!” you screamed as your daughter’s cries intensified.
It was a Saturday, so you both had off from work. The BAU had a rare day off and you had hired another employee to work some shifts at the shop after you’d had Spencer Jr.
The day went by in a blur, as it normally did now that you had two children, but tonight was date night. Your parents were driving in from their house 30 minutes away that they’d moved into after Junior was born. Spencer was taking you to a restaurant you’d never been to before - an Indian restaurant about 20 minutes away that was basically in the middle of nowhere. You both loved Indian food and never really had the chance to have it, so you figured why not go a little out of the way. The grandparents wanted all the time they could get with Spencer and Elia, so you always took an extra-long date night when they agreed to babysit.
“Hey, Mom. Dad,” you said, opening the door in your tea length white dress decorated with a navy blue lace overlay. You never got the chance to wear heels anymore. Heels with a pre-schooler and a six-month old? Not likely, so you decided to wear your nude colored heels along with your dress. “Thank you for coming over. We need date night.”
“I’m just sorry we couldn’t come over last week,” your mother said, taking Elia from your arms.
“How’s my favorite granddaughter?” your mother said, rubbing her nose against your little girl’s.
“Hey mom,” Spencer said to your mother as he turned the corner. “Dad. Thank you for coming over.”
“Not a problem, honey,” your mother said, kissing your husband on the cheek. “More time with the grandbabies for us. Never a bad thing.”
“Ready?” Spencer asked, turning toward you and grabbing your hand. You shook your head and turned back to your parents. “Thank you again, guys. And Junior,” you said, giving your best stern mom-look, “no stealing cake from the refrigerator. Be good for Nanny and Pop Pop.”
“Ok,” he said, looking as cute as a button, “Love you mommy and daddy.”
“We love you too, little man,” Spencer said, blowing him a kiss.
As you walked down the stairs, it immediately felt like when you were dating. You both felt it was the key to a lasting relationship. Continue dating and you’ll never lose the other. His mother was right; a long time ago, when you’d only recently started dating, she’d said that routine was the marriage killer - and it very easily could be, so you made it a priority to date each other, even now.
Once at the restaurant, Spencer hopped out of the car, walking around to your side to open the door. “Always My Kinky Prince Charming,” you said, extending your hand. “You really weren’t kidding about this place being in the middle of nowhere.” It was on a city block, but it was one that next to no one ever frequented, except for the occasional businessman early in the morning.
Minutes later, you were seated at your table and quickly decided on your meals. Spencer ordered the Murg Shahi Korma, a chicken breast in a cream sauce with bell peppers, almond and raisins. You hadn’t had super spicy food in ages, so you went with the Masala Macchhli, which was mahi mahi in a hot curry sauce topped with roasted red chiles. Spencer loved spicy food too, but his stomach couldn’t tolerate the stuff anymore.
Although on a date, the conversation quickly fell back into kids, feedings, changing, story times and school days. Junior had just started preschool and was already showing signs of taking after his father’s genius. You had a meeting with the school principal the next week to discuss his status. Your meals arrived about fifteen minutes later and you both dug in, making all kinds of yummy noises. “Oh my god,” you exclaimed, fanning the fire in your mouth, “holy fuck this is hot.”
“But it’s delicious, right?” he asked, laughing as you chugged a half a glass of ice water.
Nothing was tamping down the fire in your mouth. “Yes,” you said, still fanning the flames, “but I feel like a fire-breathing dragon right now.” You proceeded to blow hot curry air into your husband’s face.
“I have never wanted you more,” he said sarcastically. Although from the look in his eye, he wasn’t being entirely sarcastic.
You hadn’t had sex in about a week and a half; you were getting a little cranky. “Do you think after the kids are down tonight, we might be able to…?” You asked, raising your eyebrow.
“Actually,” he said, after asking the waiter for a take-home box, “that’s kind of why I chose this restaurant.”
“Huh?” you asked, “I don’t see the connection.”
“Well,” he said, looking around to ensure no one was paying attention, “remember when we first started dating, we both said we might enjoy a little exhibition…well, no one comes down this block - ever. So maybe…”
You couldn’t see yourself, but you would bet money on the fact that your eyes had dilated to twice their normal size. “You wanna fuck me up against the wall out back?”
Please say yes. Please say yes. Your mind kept repeating.
“Yes,” he said quickly, “More than anything at the moment.”
“Well, get the damn bill then. Let’s go, man,” you laughed. Immediately, he turned towards the waiter to signal for the check.
About ten minutes later, you had dropped your leftover food in the car and proceeded to walk down the street - making it look like you were just going for a walk. Once Spencer had ensured there was no one around, he guided you between two buildings.
“I’m embarrassingly wet right now,” you said, as your husband backed you up against the brick wall. His lips traveled down the nape of your neck as you climbed on him, wrapping your legs around his waist.
With your back against the wall, thankfully buffered by the material of your dress, you reached between you, unbuckling his belt just enough to release his length from his pants. Ever so gently, he raked his fingers up the length of your slit, and subsequently placed his slickened fingers into your mouth. “You are very wet already,” he laughed, as you moaned into his mouth.
Neither of you wanted to push getting caught, although it was the allure of what you were doing, so Spencer reached down, pulling your panties to the side. With one slick movement, he pushed his length inside you, thrusting sharply and quickly, grunting with each breath.
Your eyes fluttered closed as he continued his movements, almost not caring if someone caught you - this was so fucking hot, but you were going to come in a matter of seconds. You felt Spencer near his own release and went to your patented move - grazing your fingernails gently over the skin at his waist. It was enough to cause him to lose it almost every time. “Oh, fuck, Y/N,” he moaned, as he pinned you even tighter against the wall.
“Fuck…me…” you whispered, clasping your legs even tighter as the tremors started to roll through you.
“Holy fuck, Y/N,” Spencer breathed, taking your mouth in his as he rode out his own high. “That was so hot.”
“Right?” you said, through a half-lidded gaze. You put your legs back on the ground, careful to use the wall as leverage; your legs felt like jelly. You and your husband continued your sloppy, open-mouthed kisses as you readjusted his belt. “We should do that again some time.”
He’d just fucked you senseless up against the wall of a building, but you both peeked outside of the alley, checking if anyone was in the vicinity before walking out.
A shiver shot up your spine as you returned to the car, ready to relieve your parents of changing diapers and random feedings. “Good thing we didn’t get caught,” you said, as Spencer pulled out of the parking space.
“Definitely,” he said, the smile on his face betraying exactly what you’d just done. “I don’t really fancy telling our kids one day that the reason I got arrested was because I was fucking their mother senseless in public.”
You snorted. He wasn’t always so vulgar with his language. That was your territory, but when he did, you found it hysterical. “Yea, that would be a bit embarrassing. Speaking of which, you need to wipe that sex-satisfied smirk off of your face by the time we get home. My parents aren’t profilers, but anyone could see through the look on your face right now.”
“Sorry,” he said, wiping his hand over his face, trying to cover the satisfaction he was feeling. Immediately, his face went back to smugly satisfied. “Dammit,” he said, laughing hysterically, “It’s not going to be that easy, Y/N.”
So ya this my OC. I had to change the design a bit by adding color to the stomach. I hope you like it.
I hope you like her and here are just a few key facts about her:
Place in the pack: Just some orphan coyote/fox hybrid
Family: No siblings, Mom was a fox, Dad was a coyote, both parents dead. She has no other family besides her mom and dad.
Personality: Introverted, open minded, and parinoid. She is always trying to please everyone else to a point where she isn’t happy at all. She hides all her pains and guilt under a smile and pretends everything is fine.
Relationship status: Single (duh)
Crush: Felix (I changed this too)
Hobbies: Sitting under trees and thinking about stuff, swimming, climbing.
P.S. that animal in the background is Bendy. They are just kind of close but Murry is quite parinoid and has a hard time socializing so… she is very lonely and not used to anyone caring about her.
Have a nice day and if you want you can try to fit her into the pack. I won’t force you to so it’s your choice. Bye…
The first time the choronal accelerator becomes damaged was during a training exercise.
Just a week back into reality and Lena was running, sprinting, jumping hurdles and leaving everyone exhausted just watching her. The anchor to the real world was one thing but the accelerator brought forth new abilities and Lena was ecstatic.
She zipped up and around the firing range, practicing how fast and how far. At least that was the intention, she spent most of her time dodging shots from automated robots just to see if she could. She was overconfident and cocky, amused with how fast and well she could control her new powers and requested stronger bots.
Unfortunately they were stronger and smarter.
Realizing that Tracer did in fact have limitations, as soon as her chest glow died out and beeped to warn a low battery they shot her right out of the air as attempted to leap away but didn’t notice she was out of juice. Two stories straight down, stairs and boxes breaking her fall she hit the ground flat on her back, the harness resounding with a sickening crunch of tech beneath her.
Onlookers called out and ran to her,”Tracer! Are you ok?”
She groaned, struggling to sit up and brush it off with a laugh like she normally would but before she could answer she looked up to see utter horror in their eyes. Her chest twitched and fitz, sparks spitting out from the cracks.
As she looked down at herself, she could see straight through herself at the floor she sat on. She screamed.
What do their family/friends think of their relationship?
Mabel and Greg support their brothers in everything. Wirt’s mom and step dad are open minded about this sort of thing, they are really fond of Dipper, but are kinda worried about Bill: (I’m gonna assume you’re talking about human au) he looks and sounds like a selfish rebel, and it doesn’t seem like Bill would be up for a long term relationship, they don’t like the idea of Bill hurting Wirt (and Dipper) with his angry words and actions. But Bill tries to behave himself around Wirt’s parents, and they see that, and don’t interfere or talk to Wirt about it, because they are sure Wirt knows what he’s doing. (Wirt’s parents headcanon is basically what I remember from MBF series). Beatrice was the one that got Wirt to get to know Dipper better back in college, and Wirt skypes with her often, talking about how he might be having two crushes at ones and doesn’t know, what to do, and then Beatrice suggests that he should look into trying to get all of them together Dipper doesn’t tell his parents until he is out of university and has some kind of a job to support himself. They didn’t take the fact that Dipper is in a polyamorous relationship very well (mostly father), but they don’t have an influence on him anymore, so they try to never talk about this issue. Christmas dinners are still a bit rough, and Mrs Pines doesn’t want to see her son turn away from them, so she’s trying. IT will take both of them some time. As for Stan and Ford, they are pretty ok with this! Ford has seen a lot of stuff back in the portal, nothing surprices him anymore. Stan might be still wary around Bill, but that’s because he has known him for so long. He knows Bill is hard to deal with at times, but he gets stuff done, and he’s not as difficult as most people think. Stan is a bit rough with Wirt tho, same thing as with Dipper when he was little, Stan wants to make sure Wirt can take care of himself in Gravity Falls. As for Bill, he doesn’t have a family anymore (can’t stop thinking about it since that AMA on reddit), and he doesn’t have any close friends. Until Dipper, and then Wirt showed up.