happy father's day if you celebrate...finally got around to drawing barqfizz and taubasco's dad for the occasion
I don't take criticism at this time
How do I explain to my coworker that I literally do not care that the guy who created fnaf is getting "cancelled" for being a republican
Anyway my dog is spoiled y’all
I only invest in one of a kind. She’s not like you, no one is.
key component to understanding my interest in drowley is that crowley loves dean but dean only likes him back and it’ll never be enough but it’s enough for crowley.
"i'm a member of [xyz marginalized group] give me money" is like... you are a stranger on the internet and i have no way of proving your race/sexuality/gender/etc... i have no idea if you actually need money... you're exploiting white guilt (or the equivalent when it comes to sexuality/gender/etc) over systemic oppression for your own personal gain when that money could go to charity or to other reputable places... AND you're putting personal information on the internet for what will likely be very small benefits
Been busy, started chasing dreams
Funny, how I don’t look out the window that much now
Surreal, how daydreams can simply become real
Or just how “I” can become real
Threw that cardboard future out
My eyes are now fixated on reality
Not on a world muted by a glass wall
Not getting lost in timeless wonders
Of where the river ends
I want to know where it starts
But I still do get glimpses
Of how the sun sets pink on the clouds
Of how what is above my head is endless
Of how I want to be part of this
Pairing: Spencer X fem!reader
Warning: pregnant reader
Summary: Spencer gets carried away when packing for the move and doesn’t realize he packed away something important.
Word Count: 1.1K
Authors Note: I wanted to write another quick dad!Spencer blurb and this is what came to mind! I haven’t written as much lately because I started a full-time job that I commute two hours for each weekday so I’m tired almost 24/7 but hopefully I’ll start getting used to it and will be able to write more. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this! Also just to let you know I have asks/requests open for fics if anyone wants to request anything (just nothing sexual, as I don’t feel confident enough in my writing to write that yet)!
It’s been four months since you told Spencer about being pregnant with twins and ever since, he has been in expectant dad mode. When he’s not at work, he’s been doing anything and everything he can to prepare for the arrival.
The first thing Spencer made sure that would be done, was moving into a bigger house before the birth. The night you told him you were expecting, he stayed up for hours researching the safest neighborhoods with the best schools. A few weeks later he had found the cutest tudor style house with enough room for you to raise several baby geniuses. Somehow, y’all were lucky and ended up getting the house and the closing date was this weekend.
Spencer had been packing for weeks. The apartment was full of boxes, some stacked almost all the way to the ceiling.
He had been packing things all day long, barely taking a break to eat lunch. You wanted to help him, but he wouldn’t let you do any heavy lifting, so you resorted to organizing what few things you did have left in the apartment to use until moving day.
After you were done organizing, you looked around the living room. The only things not put in boxes were the tv, the remote, one throw pillow, and the couch. All of the books were taken out of the built-ins and boxed away. The rug that used to be on the floor had been rolled up and put in a corner. All of the throw pillows, except the one you used to support your back, were thrown into a black garbage bag and labeled to make sure they wouldn’t be tossed out.
You sat down on the couch and watched as Spencer started to put even more things away.
He walked from the bedroom with an arm load full of bathroom towels.
“Babe, we’re still using those,” you go to stand up and help him.
He puts them into a box and forces you to sit back down, “I left four towels out, that’s enough for us to use until we move. We can wash them if we need to.”
He walks back into the bedroom and comes back out with a set of hand towels and washcloths, “I left two of each of these as well.”
“Spencer,” you talk to him as he keeps moving, “you need to take a break.”
“I’m almost done with the bathroom,” he puts a handful of stuff into the box with the towels, “and then I just have to do the laundry room, bedroom, and the study.”
You sigh, “Spencer, it’s 9:30, you’ve been packing and cleaning for over twelve hours now.”
“I’m good,” he says, but you can tell he’s stressed and has overworked himself.
Spencer wants everything to be as perfect as it possibly can be and will not stop until it is, even if he ends up beating himself up in the process.
Spencer tapes up the box of towels and stacks it with the other finished boxes. He stops long enough the take a drink of water before getting back to it. All of a sudden there’s a faint noise sounding in the apartment. It’s barely recognizable but you notice that it’s Spencer’s work phone ringtone.
He walks into the room, another arm full of stuff getting put away into a box.
“Spence,” you look to him, “your phone is ringing.”
“I’ll get it later,” he turns on his heel and heads back to the bedroom.
You sigh and go to stand up, “No, it’s your work phone.”
Spencer hears you getting up and immediately comes to help you sit back down, but you refuse.
“I’ll get it, you need to rest,” Spencer sits you back down and goes to grab his phone.
You stand up again, “All I do is rest Spencer, I want to help!”
Spencer is silent as you look to him, one hand on his hip, the other running through his hair.
You walk over to him, “What’s wrong?”
The phone starts to ring again, he looks to you, “It’s in one of the boxes.”
Your heart drops for him. He’s had to have packed and stacked at least twenty different boxes since he started this morning, it could be in any one of them.
He starts to pull the boxes down, placing them all throughout the apartment, wherever there’s room.
The phone continues to ring, you rip open a box to look for it, but it’s not there. Spencer has all the boxes down and is listening to each one, touching them to see if he feels any vibrations.
You do the same, finally one of the boxes labeled “books” is buzzing when you touch it, “Here.”
Spencer maneuvers his way around the boxes and kneels down before ripping it open. He grabs stacks of books and places them on top of another box before grabbing the phone and looking at a message that came in.
The phone starts to ring again and he answers, “I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”
He hangs up and looks at the box of books and the rest that are strewn all over the apartment.
“Go get ready,” you say while rubbing his arm.
He starts to put books back in the box, “No, I need to get his all put back and out of your way.”
He takes a deep breath and continues repacking the box.
“Spencer,” you take the books from his hands, “go get ready for work. I can handle this.”
“I know you can,” he looks at you before grabbing the books again, “but you shouldn’t have to. I need to do this so we can move when I get back and it will all be…”
“Oh,” you straighten your back and jolt forwards a bit, this hasn’t happened before.
Spencer hadn’t heard or seen you and was still talking, but you weren’t listening, “The team can wait a little bit for me, they’ll understand if I’m-“
“Spencer,” you say while resting a hand on your stomach.
He looks to you and then your stomach, “What’s wrong, are you okay?”
You grab his hand and place it on your stomach next to yours. A few seconds pass and then you feel it again.
Spencer looks at your stomach and then back to you, tears forming in his eyes.
You smile down at him, tears in your eyes as well, “They’re kicking!”
You move your hand away from your belly and then a small bulge protrudes before going away.
Spencer’s eyebrows raise as he mouths the word, “Wow!”
He stands up and plants a big kiss on your lips before wrapping you in a hug.
You embrace him, “Spencer, we will be fine. Please go get ready for work, they need you more than these boxes do, okay?”
He lets go of the hug but hold onto your hands, “Okay, I love you.”
“I love you, too,” you give him one last kiss before he goes and gets ready to head to work.
Down bad listening to lofi hip hop beats to study to
makes me kinda sad when west coast goth girls call any slightly creepy photo southern gothic... like, there's nothing southern about you squatting with fake blood on your face in platform boots, ripped black tights, faux leopard fur, and that many chains, that's like. new age vampire chic
idealism of all kinds ➥ kanej — grishaverse college au inej is surprised by her family, who pop in unexpectedly to celebrate her birthday. kaz meets the parents and the family and is then roped into pretending to be her boyfriend in the process. but... aren't they basically already dating? aka the somewhat-sequel to my immortal bird fic and face of the river fic.
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