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I wrote a thing

Aaron opens the door to the smell of burnt grilled cheese and the sound of his husband singing in the kitchen. Aaron smiles softly, putting his gun away before making his way to the kitchen quietly. The song the younger man was singing was not in English so Aaron had no idea what it was. There was a half empty bottle of whine on the counter and the stench of the burnt bread was horrible.

“Started without me?” Aaron asks, leaning on the door frame.

Spencer whipped around, his hair falling over his face. The movement made the usually graceful man fall over.

“Aaron!” Spencer’s face lights up.

Aaron’s smile gets bigger but his eyes zero in on the paper in Spencer’s hand.

“What’s that?”  

“Hm? Oh nothing. Do you know where the lighter is?” “Why do you need a lighter-”

Spencer digs in a drawer and triumphantly pulls out an orange lighter.

“Aha!”

“Spencer Hotchner-Reid. Put the lighter down and give me the paper.”

“You aren’t my boss at home!” Spencer argues stubbornly, trying to get the lighter to light, but his fumbling hands weren’t working.

“Spencer-”

Annoyed, Spencer threw the lighter down and dug out a match book. He struck the match and managed to get the corner before Aaron jerked the paper from his hands. He puts out the fire and looks at the paper. It was their marriage license.

“Spencer, honey, why are you trying to burn our marriage license?” Aaron wasn’t sure if he was more confused or amused.

“Good luck returning me without the receipt!” Spencer says, hands on his hips.

Aaron was dumb struck. What brought this on?

“Why would I want to return you?”

“Um...well…” Spencer shrugged. “Good luck keeping me without proof of purchase!”

Aaron tilts his head. What in hell was going on? He was pulled from his wanderings when Spencer snatched the paper and barrels past him. Aaron stumbles back a little then takes off after him.

“Spencer!”

Aaron runs after him. The chase went around the couch and coffee table before Spencer darted down the hall towards the bedroom. Spencer may be lanky but Aaron was completely sober so he had the advantage.He manage to catch Spencer by knocking him onto the bed. The young man fell with an “oof” and a chorus of giggles. Aaron grabbed ahold of the paper.

“Spencer give it to me.”

“You can’t make me!” Spencer grins.

“Spencer-”

“You’re really bossy. You know that?”

“It’s in my job description. Now give me-”

“And grumpy.”

Aaron narrows his eyes.

“I am not grumpy.” He scoffs.

“You totally are. Mr. Grumpy.” Spencer laughs again.

Aaron sighs softly. Drunk Spencer was something else, that’s for sure.

“Please give me the paper?” He tried.

“It’s mine too! You don’t have to hog it.” Spencer hugs the paper to his chest.

“I’m trying to keep you from ruining it!”

“Boo. Party pooper.”

Aaron sighs again and rubs the bridge of his nose. Okay so asking wasn’t going to work. He grips the paper with his thumb and forefinger, trying to pull it free.

“NO!”

‘Spence-”

“It’s mine!”

RRIIIIPPPP

Both men’s eyes go wide.

“You broke it. Oooo you’re in trouble.” Spencer whispers, holding up the other half.

“You-”

“You’re grounded.”

“Excuse me?!?”

“You ripped the paper.”

“You are the one that took it from me.” Aaron protests.

“You took it from me first!”

“Yeah because you were trying to burn it.”

“You’re the one that left it in my reach.”

“You-I-” Aaron just shakes his head. “You are impossible.”

“You married me.” Spencer smiled.

“Yeah. I have proof of purchase.” Aaron chuckles, kissing him softly. “We’ll have to go get a new one tomorrow you know.”

“Later. ‘M sleepy.”

Supernatural fans

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It’s time for another fucking giveaway I guess.

Here’s the deal: this time, you don’t get to know what I’m giving away. I’m taking away that privilege since y’all decided to worship a lemon last time.  

You get what’s in this mystery box and you don’t get to whine about it. It might be worth a million dollars, or it might be worth zero. It’s probably not a million, though. 

This time, we have some rules. 

You have to be following me. Not because this is a grab for followers, but because this is a giveaway for the folks that have put up with this blog’s antics for so long. Now you have to put up with this one too. 

No giveaway blogs. Feel free to reblog this as many times as you’d like, but you can’t win if you’d made a whole separate blog just for the purpose of winning the giveaway. Sucks, I know. Deal with it. 

Like or reblog before October 11th, 2018 6:00pm CDT. I’ll use a random generator to pick a winner. 

I will ship to any country. If you win it, you win it. Congrats. 

You must be willing to give me your address if you win. For obvious reasons, I will need access to that info. 

You don’t get to know what’s in the mystery box. Don’t send me asks asking what’s in the mystery box. I won’t fucking tell you. 

If you win the mystery box, feel free to post about it if you want to. I don’t give a shit after it’s gone. If you don’t want to, that’s fine too. Whatever. Enjoy. 

Feel free to ask if you have any other questions. 

Have fun weirdos. 

BDD

Lol this was my gf with Voltron

me to my significant other: you should watch this show

s/o: yeah maybe

me: let me rephrase that, if you value this relationship-

@accidentally-aesthetic

If Sebastian Stan were a dragon, he’d be Toothless.  #confirmed @abovethesmokestacks

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Please help him take over the world. He will make it better.

And remember Steve’s slogan: The cake is not a lie!

pros of dating me

• if u like something but i dont, i will try super hard to get into the thing u like •i like physicality so neverending kisses and hugs • im not cute so no one will steal me away?? •chubby. warm hugs. •i will call u cute names all day long

cons

•if im wearing socks on a hardwood floor i will pretend to be lightning mcqueen in the final lap of the piston cup