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Caps Fan- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by leondraiisaitl

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!


              “I can’t believe you wore that” you mumbled as you turned on to your childhood street.

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rose ; parts 1 - 2

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clunk. clunk. clunk.

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.

“sorry, sir.”

“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.

“yes, sir.”

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.

yet, anyways.

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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.

“what, eliza?”

“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.

starstruckdodo  asked:

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. 

We’re all rooting for you here, take care <3

A Chance At Normal

 Request: Omg! Could you do Max meeting his girl’s (your) parents for the first time??? - @negan–is–god

A/N: Hi!! Hope you like it!! It was a pleasure to write!! Thank you for requesting!! 

Originally posted by mypapawinchester

Max was anxiously pacing the living room of your apartment. Your parents were coming over for dinner and they didn’t know about Max or what he had done when you first moved in. 

You were in the kitchen cutting up vegetables and putting them in the pan to cook them. “What if they don’t like me? What if we tell them about the stuff before? What if..,” you heard him ramble. 

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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.”

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miyuki why u so tol here *slapped*


Make My Wish Come True [fic]

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.”

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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.

What Did I Get Myself Into? - Epilogue

@coveofmemories @give-me-a-moose


“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.”

heloghan  asked:

fuckin,, domestic nicklex blease

woah it’s been a while since this rarepair came up damn


Thunder pulled both Alex and Nick from their sleep, Alex giving a small groan as they stretched and Nick moving to stand before the door slowly opened.

“Mom..? Dad?” Hayden whispered over the rough rain hitting the windows, both of them could almost hear the tears that had been held back.

Alex simply pulled the blanket back as they looked to the door, their daughter bolting to the side of their bed and crawling in between the two.

mysecretivedream  asked:

20. ( for the otp meme ) for cipherpinescone

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.


“I’ll open the door Mom!”, you yelled and rushed to the door because you didn’t wanted your Mom or Dad to open the door for Dean. That would be embarrassing because they would probably show Dean baby pictures of you while he was waiting for you.

You stumbled to the front door and opened it. Dean Winchester was standing outside and smiled at you.

“You ready Y/N?”

I'm adopted? Part 1

Why am I not happy? I mean, I should be happy, I have a family that loves me, and all I ever wanted, but still it felt like I didn’t fit in, like I was a completely different person.
I don’t know why I felt like this? I’m just not that cute, innocent girl they thought I was, I was more like a rebel, I liked doing bad stuff, but I knew my line, and that I would never cross it!
I sighed as I laid down on my bed, I had just finished making my homework, luckily I was soon done with high school, and then I would be going to college, or at least that’s what mom and dad thinks.
“Sweetie, please come downstairs” mom yelled, I sighed once again, then I stood up and walked downstairs, right now I was like a zombie. I was tired, I was stressed, I was all the bad things you could ever think of.
“What’s up?” I asked her as I sat down by the table. Mom looked over at dad, then she grabbed his hand, she was nervous, I could easily tell… Why would she be nervous?
“Since you turned 18 last month, we thought it would be nice for you to know the truth” Mom explained, I furrowed my eyebrows and leaned back into the chair.
“We haven’t been completely honest with you” dad said as he looked at me. Mom grabbed some papers and handed them to me, I furrowed my eyebrows once again and grabbed them, then I started looking through them.
“Adoption?” I quietly asked myself as I looked at the first page. As I read page-by-page tears started running down my cheeks. How could this happen? Was I really adopted?
“Am I adopted?” I asked mom and dad, or well ‘mom’ and ‘dad’. Both of them nodded their heads and looked down at the table.
“Your mom and I were never able to get kids on our own, so we adopted you” ‘dad’ explained, I shook my head and dried some tears away from my cheeks.
“But we have never regretted anything, you’re perfect” he continued, I shook my head and stood up, and then I ran upstairs and into my room. The door creaked as I closed it; I then looked the door and sled down the wall. I hugged my knees as I cried. I had no idea on why I got so sad, I just never really thought about being adopted. And of course I couldn’t help but think about my real mom and dad.
“Sweetie, please open the door! We never meant to hurt you! We only think you deserve the best!” ‘mom’ said as she knocked on my door. I shook my head and sobbed loudly.
“Just please leave me alone!” I cried. I heard ‘mom’ sigh, then her footsteps went away from the door.
I stood up from the floor and looked at the papers again, I had them in my hands as I ran upstairs.
“Why me?” I asked myself, and then I threw the papers all over my room. I sobbed loudly, then I went out to my bathroom and turned on the water in the bathtub, I really needed a shower, I needed time to think. I hurried to get my phone, and then I went back into the bathroom and took all of my clothes off. I got in the tub and leaned my head back, and then I grabbed my phone and unlocked it. I went into music and found some music, and then I placed my phone on the edge of the tub and closed my eyes.
“'I’m so used to being used. So I love when you call unexpected, cause I hate when the moment’s expected. So I’mma care for you, you, you. I’mma care for you, you, you, you, yeah. Cause girl you’re perfect, you’re always worth it. And you deserve it, the way you work it. Cause girl you earned it, girl you earned it,” I sang as I thought about everything.
After a long shower I got out, I wrapped a towel around my body, and then I went into my room and noticed a piece of paper on the floor by my door.
“We had to leave, but we promise to be home before you know it! We really need to talk to you! Love mom and dad,” it said, I sarcastically chuckled and shook my head, and then I tore the paper apart and went into my walk-in closet.
I found a pair of panties, then a matching bra. I let go of my towel and sled everything on, then I found a pair of black, ripped jeans. I then found a red and black check patterned button-up shirt. My hair was still curled, so I just grabbed a beanie and wore it. My makeup was ruined, so I went back into the bathroom and removed it, and then I did it again. I grabbed my iPhone 6 and ran downstairs; I found my favorite, worn, low, white converse, and then my leatherjacket. Then I left the house without even writing a note or anything. It was a cold night, and I could see my breath every time I was breathing.
I found my earphones and plugged them into my phone, and then I found some music and started walking towards my favorite place to be alone. I continued to walk until I reached the big bridge. I shivered, and then I went over to the edge and took a deep breath.
“Remember all the wall I built? Well, baby they’re tumbling down, and they didn’t even make a sound. I found a way to let you in, but I really had a doubt. Standing in the light of your halo, I got my angel now…” I quietly sang as I looked at the sea. I really wanted to take a swim, but it was too cold… I crawled onto the railing and sat on top of it as I continued to sing ‘Halo’ by Beyoncé.
The song ended and I heard footsteps behind me, so I turned around and looked at the extremely hot guy that was standing there. I pulled my earphone out of my ears and looked at him.
“Why are you looking at me?” I asked him as I continued to look at him.
“I’m not looking, I’m just wondering” he said, I furrowed my eyebrows, then I crawled down from the railing.
“What are you wondering about?” I asked him as I reached the ground again.
“Why such a beautiful girl like you would be out here by herself” he explained, I nodded my head and started shivering once again.
“Well, that’s simple” I told him as I turned around to look at the water again. “I just found out that I’m adopted,” I told him; I don’t even know why I would tell a stranger that, I just felt comfortable in his company.
“That sucks” he said, I nodded my head and looked at him.
“It does” I told him, then I smiled and looked away.
“So what are you doing out here alone?” I asked him as I stuck my hands into the pockets of my jacket.
“I needed a break from everything,” he explained,
“From everything?” I asked him as I furrowed my eyebrows.
“Yeah, you know the fans, the paparazzi, the world in general” he explained, I furrowed my eyebrows even more and looked closer at him.
“What are you talking about?” I asked him, the boy turned his head towards me and furrowed his eyebrows.
“I’m Justin Bieber,” he explained in a questioning tone.
“Oh cool” I said as I smiled, to be honest I always loved Justin’s music, I just didn’t want to overreact. He needed to get away, and I understood.
“Just cool?” he asked me as he smirked.
“I mean, I like your music, but I am not like overeating,” I told him; Justin chuckled and nodded his head.
“Thank you” he said, I nodded my head and smiled.
“Random question, do you know somewhere I could sleep? I don’t really feel like going home?” I asked Justin, Justin chuckled and nodded his head.
“I live in a pretty big house, so you can sleep at my house” he explained, I smiled widely and nodded my head.
“Thank you so much, that’s sweet of you” I told him, Justin shrugged his shoulders and smiled,
“But only on one condition” he said, I gulped and nodded my head.
“You got to give me a hug and let me buy you some clothes, so you can stay as long as you want to” he explained, I giggled and nodded my head, then I stood on my tiptoes and hugged him tight.
“Thank you so much Justin! This means a lot,” I said as we continued to hug.
“You’re welcome, such a beautiful girl needs to be treated well” Justin smiled, and then he grabbed my hand and followed me over to his car.
Hey guys, please tell me what you think! It would mean a lot to me, also should I post part 2 soon? Because I have already written it 💫