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“So, my question,” the fan started, smiling wildly as Jensen locked eyes with her giving her his full attention. “Hi,” she blurted out.

“Is that a question?” Jensen smiled sweetly.

The girl giggled before she started talking again. “No. Sorry. My question,” she cleared her throat. “It’s about Y/N, actually.”

Jensen bent over in laughter. This happened so often at conventions that she couldn’t make that he had almost come to expect it. He loved that this family loved her so much. It made his heart soar.

“Of course,” he laughed, rolling his eyes playfully.

“Sorry,” the fan giggled. “So we’ve heard rumors that she might be coming back to the show, but we all know she just gave birth to your second child, Lincoln.”

Jensen smiled at her as she continued.

“Anyway, having just had a baby, it seems a little quick for her to be coming back to the show. So my question is, can you substantiate these rumors in any way? Give us a little glimmer of hope that our favorite Dean girl is coming back? We miss her so damn much,” the fan finished with a sigh.

Jensen bent over in laughter again, the corners of his eyes crinkling perfectly.

Before he could answer, you stepped out from behind the curtain carrying Lincoln and holding hands with your six year old, Jaslyn. The crowd gasped and then immediately erupted into wild, enthusiastic cheers.

Jensen turned to look at you, a smile on his face.

“Daddy!” Jaslyn squeaked and darted toward him. She jumped into the air, right into his arms.

“Hey bean!” he answered, kissing her forehead. “So these ladies want to know if mommy is going to be back on Daddy’s show soon. Do you know the answer to that question?” Jensen asked, handing her the mic.

“I do,” Jaslyn giggled, eyeing the crowd mischievously.

“And are you going to tell them?” Jensen prompted.

She shook her head swiftly. “I’m not,” she laughed handing the mic back to Jensen.

The crowd died with laughter. You couldn’t help but smile at her as you stepped beside Jensen and leaned into him, your mouth hovering over the mic as you pressed yourself against him.

“She’s good at keeping momma’ secrets, this one,” you winked at Jaslyn then smiled at the crowd. “But I’ll tell you this. You guys will want to pay SPECIAL attention to Ep. 21.”

The crowd screamed.

You laughed and held up a hand to stop them. “I’m not saying you’ll see me. I’m not saying you won’t. But you’re in for a big effing surprise,” you winked. “And it may involve…”

Jensen cut you off. “Okay. Okay. Shut up before you get us fired,” he laughed elbowing you.

You looked down at Lincoln with a smile then back at Jensen. “They wouldn’t fire a woman who just had a baby. That would be cruel.”

The crowd erupted.

You covered your mouth and raised your eyebrows, feigning innocence. “Whoops,” you giggled, winking at Jaslyn who was watching you with a huge grin. “Maybe you’ll hear more about it soon. Guess you’ll have to wait and see,” you shrugged.

Jensen pulled you and Lincoln close, kissing you firmly. “Love you,” he whispered against your lips.

“You more,” you responded, kissing him back.

“Mommy can I tell them the OTHER secret?” Jaslyn giggled in Jensen’s arms as she watched the two of you exchange a kiss.

“The one about Lincoln?” Jensen asked, looking scandalous.

Jaslyn nodded her head.

“Do it. They’ll go crazy,” you laughed.

She stole the mic from Jensen causing everyone to laugh. “Lincoln is gonna be on Daddy’s show soon. And it’s a big shock for daddy,” she giggled.

The crowd was stunned into silence before they started talking excitedly amongst themselves.

“Good job bean. That’ll keep em guessing for a while,” Jensen winked, fist bumping his daughter.

The crowd was buzzing with excitement at the possibilities that the end of the season might bring.

I apologize in advance. This is utter nonsense. I don’t even know. *facepalm*

Harry Styles imagine - 

Your daughter turns up at his door –

You didn’t really know Harry. He had lived two doors down from you for the last 8 months. He had introduced himself to you when you had moved in and you frequently saw each other while entering and exiting the apartment building but you didn’t really know much about him. However with your frequent interactions, your daughter had become quite fond of him, especially because he was so nice to her and gave her a funny face or a big smile on the way past. She had even on occasion asked to visit him when she was bored, but had never really acted on it. She was only three after all; she didn’t really understand he was a stranger.

After a long stressful day of work, it had been a lot more stressful then usual, (difficult clients were the worst) and you had just picked up your daughter from day care. It was very late and you were very tired, and looking after a three year old on top of all that was hard, but you did it because she was the best thing that ever happened to you. Her father wasn’t in the picture, so you shared your little apartment with her and all her soft toys, and that was the way you liked it.

You got her situated in the living room with a bowl of pasta and went into the bedroom to get changed into something more comfortable, but instead decided to rest your head on the pillow for a moment. Only a moment later you’d fallen asleep.

After a while your daughter got restless. She hadn’t seen her mummy around for a while. She got up and checked the kitchen, and again the living room but couldn’t find you. When she was eating she was so used to you being in the room with her, that she couldn’t even think of where else you could be.

She began to get scared and upset, and didn’t have anyone to help her. That’s when she thought of Harry.

She stood up on her tippy toes, reaching for the door handle, and walked down the hall to his front door, softly knocking.

At first Harry thought he was hearing things. He had the TV on, but he was mostly looking at his phone, and the knock had been so soft he could have missed it. However when he heard it again he got up to investigate.

Opening the door he sees your daughter, at first he smiles but then is a little confused because firstly you are not there and secondly your front door in wide open.

“Hey sunshine,” says Harry. “What can I do for you?”

Your daughter looks up at him with wide eyes. “I can’t find my mummy.”

Harry looks at the little girl confused. “Why hunny? Where’d she go?”

You daughter starts to get a little more upset, tears starting to form at the bottom of her eyes, “I dunno. She gone somewhere I dunno.”

Harry looked at your daughter sympathetically. He didn’t know much about you but he could tell you were a good mum. He was sure you wouldn’t have just left her alone in the apartment.

“Well how about we go and have a look alright munchkin?” he asked. She just nodded in response.

He lifted her onto his hip and walked back into your apartment, knocking on the open door first, but receiving no reply.

Harry looked around the living room. He couldn’t see anything weird or strangely out of place.

“Where is mum usually hun? He asked your daughter in a soft voice.

You daughter snuffled. “I dunno. She’s always just with me.”

Harry chuckled under his breath. “Where’s her bedroom. Did you check there?”

You daughter shook her head. “No. Id fordot,” she mumbled into Harry’s shoulder, pointing in the direction of the hall.

It was then that Harry saw your sleeping form and chuckled under his breath again. You daughter squirmed and jumped out of his arms.

“Mummy I found you!” she yelled waking you up from your sleep.

You woke up with a shock, first from your daughter’s loud voice, and then because of the man standing at the end of your bed. It only took you a moment to realize who it was though.

“Harry? What are you doing here?” you asked running your hand through you hair.

He laughed. “Your daughter couldn’t find you so she came and asked for some help. That’s all. I’m glad you’re ok.”

You laughed and squeezed your daughter into a hug. “You silly billy! I was right here!” you giggled.

She laughed. “Sorry mummy!” Now that she had found you she was content and happy, going back to her dinner and movie in the living room.

You looked back at Harry. “I’m so sorry about that. She’s so silly sometimes.”

He laughed. “It’s alright. I’m glad she trusts me enough that she can ask for help.”

You smiled. “Me too. But I hope it wasn’t too much trouble. I mean she interrupted your night and…” before you could finish he interrupted you.

“I honestly didn’t mind. She’s very cute. Just like her mum.”

You smiled and blushed, a little taken for words. “Thanks.”

“Anytime. But maybe next time she turns up at my door, you can come to.”

You smiled. “It’s a date.”

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Religion is Complicated

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Title: Religion is Complicated

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,583

Warnings: angst, and small amounts of fluff

A/N: This was requested by an anon! I hope you all enjoy Satan Sunday <3 <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

The rain pelted your clothes as you sat on the curb outside your house.  You weren’t sure where you were going to go.  Your family had always been strict with their religion and their rules.  You didn’t mean to upset them with your opinion.  Apparently having an opinion was earned in your home.  You realized this a little too late.

Tears streamed down your face as you sat in the rain.  It didn’t matter what happened, you now had nowhere to live, nowhere to eat, and nowhere to bathe.  This had to be one of the worst days of your life.

“Religion can be so complicated,” an unfamiliar voice uttered, as a tall man towered over you.  His hair was blond and his eyes were blue.  He was wearing jeans and a brown shirt with a green over shirt on top of it.  “I broke too many rules once.  My father kicked me out too.”

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5.14 (last page) 2 YEARS WITH MONSTA X 

Monsta X has been a group for two years and honestly, it feels like three already. These boys are one big family full of love and laughs and I’ve fallen in love with all of them. You can tell the road ahead for these talented gentlemen are going to be so bright! They’ve inspired so many people and myself with the songs they sing and the words they speak. As well as putting a smile of the saddest of faces. I’m glad that these boys were put together and I’m glad that us fans, monbebes, can share our love and they share their love back. I hope to see/have more memories with Monsta x and monbebes as well. Thank you for two hardworking years and cheers to many more.  ♡ ♡


It’s been a while! I’m so sorry that I’ve been gone for so long - I know that there are plenty of peoples waiting for requests. Unfortunately, I’ve been totally stressed out with university work at the moment. I can’t guarantee that this is me coming back for good but I did want to upload something. Thank you to those of you who have stuck around despite the hiatus. This fic is absolutely my worst work. It’s been so long since I’ve written anything that the quality has just deteriorated. Plus, this was whipped up in about an hour. Too quick. Nonetheless, it’s something to read between revision for those of you who have deadlines rn. Thanks to @mel-in-my-head​ for the request, I’m sorry it deviated. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: can you do one where Peter Parker (CW) (if you don’t peter parker that is, if not Thor is fine) is really over protective of the reader like all the time, but the reader is 100% oblivious and one night the reader and him can’t sleep, so they go all movie marathon and they wake up to the avengers (and if you are doing peter,) aunt may finds them all cuddled up on the couch in the main room taking pics, and awing. sorry for this being long it’s my first request, I think, so yeah, thanks


“Is that…” You asked, holding up a hand. Peter looked up and around.
“Oh god, it is.”

You stared at him pointedly. “Run.”

Despite the hastiness with which you took off, you were still sopping wet by the time you reached the apartment building. Peter slammed the door shut behind you, panting. You doubled over breathlessly and laughed giddily. When you stood up straight again, you ran a hand through your hair and felt it completely drenched.
“Want to borrow a towel?” Peter laughed, holding out a hand in the direction of the stairwell.

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Imagine long distance with Chris.

A/N: Hello, this is Part 1 of Chapter 2 - Little Ways Away. Now I know I’m jumping into the next chapter of the mini series, but I just don’t have inspiration to write anything else. This chapter’s going to be a bit of an emotional ride, so there’s my little heads-up. You can read the related mini series, and the first chapter of this spin-off here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini Series Spin-off, Chapter 1 ‘Unexpected Reader’ - Masterlist)

Ava smiled when she heard your phone ringing from her bedroom; the set ringtone told her that Chris was finally calling. You’d been waiting a while for his daily phone call now, a mishap on set pushed filming back a little which was why he was late. It’d been a rough couple of months for you with Chris being away, business picking up at the Italian restaurant where you worked part time, and your school’s workload piling on. It was almost suffocating, everything that was going on in your life.

As it turned out, that week you took off from school to go spend some time with Chris was a terrible idea; you got back and found yourself overwhelmed by everything you missed out on. Two months later, you felt like you were still trying to catch up. But that was the thing, you just felt that way because it was all in your head. It was always all in your head, which was why your mom, your best friend, and your boyfriend were always so worried about you; you were too much of a perfectionist to give yourself a break. You were an incredibly intelligent and diligent student who was ahead of the class despite being in Boston, but your mentality after returning back to Los Angeles without your boyfriend ruined your stride. So here you were; overworked, sleep deprived, and stressed beyond belief.

So Ava was glad to hear ‘Under The Sea’ coming from your phone, she knew you’d benefit from hearing from your sweet, loving, and reassuring boyfriend. Up until Chris came along, your mom and her were the ones to reassure you. With them, it didn’t always work- you’d still doubt yourself and let your anxiety chew away at your brain. But with Chris? He had a way with you that no one understood, it was like he had the handbook; he always knew what to say and when to say it. It was sickly sweet, and it was proof that soulmates do exist.

Ava waited a while and felt her eyes narrow when the song didn’t stop playing. She closed her MacBook screen then walked outside, sighing when she found you asleep at the dining room table with Dodger at your feet. You were surround by your textbooks, assignment notes, class timetables, work schedules, and other bits and pieces. Ava guessed you were trying to plan out your week again and fell asleep after overwhelming yourself. It was typical Y/N, every Sunday evening you’d sit and plan your whole week like life was just going to do what you wanted it to. She walked over and held a finger up to her lips when Dodger looked up at her, whining slightly. She gently pried your phone out of your hand; breath held when you stirred. She let out a quiet sigh when you remained asleep and answered the call, walking a distance away before she spoke because the last thing she needed was to disturb your much needed rest.

“Um…Hello?” Chris’ voice came through sounding confused at the lack of your chirpy greeting; you always answered with “oh Evans, my Captain. To what do I owe this pleasure?” Always, every call, without fail- unless he caught you while you were half asleep then it wasn’t so chirpy and coherent. “Sweetheart,” he chuckled softly, “are you there or is this your cute butt I’m talking to?”

“This is actually her cute best friend you’re talking to,” Ava quipped and Chris chuckled. “Sorry, Cap, but your girl’s passed out at the table.” Ava heard Chris sigh and began to explain to him what he already knew had happened. “It’s Sunday so she-”

“Overwhelmed herself by planning her week again,” Chris finished for her and Ava noised confirmation. “God, I leave her for two months,” he commented with a weary chuckle. “Other than her usual Sunday activities, how’s she doing? I feel like I have to ask you because she’s not going to tell me the truth about anything bad. Every time I ask how she’s doing, she says she’s fine but- if she’s falling asleep while planning her week, things must be a little chaotic.”

“A little, she’s stressed. But-” Ava looked over at you with a small smile; she wished you’d let up a little. “When is she not?” Chris nodded in agreement, a weary eye roll was used. “But she’s okay, I mean- she’s a tough nut to crack.” Both your best friend and boyfriend chuckled at that because it was true; they’d seen you persevere through so much. “Dodger and I’ve got her sorted, don’t you worry.”

“Thanks, Ava.”

“I’m going to have to hang up on you though, I don’t want to wake her up. She really needs her sleep, she asked for an extra shift at the restaurant and that’s in an hour so- Let her sleep?” Ava made it sound like a question, but it was more of an order; Chris said nothing because he knew what his options were. “I’ll tell her you called so she can-”

“What time is it?!” You shot up from your quick ‘rest-of-the-eyes’, worried you were late for work. You scrambled for your phone then looked up and saw it in Ava’s hand. “Is that Chris?” You asked and she nodded, walking back over to pass the call to you. “Hey, sorry.” You said into the phone, then mouthed a “thank you” at Ava, who nodded and went back into her room to give the two of you some privacy. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’ve just been really tired lately.”

“There’s really no need to apologize, sweetheart,” he told you. You held the phone to your ear with your shoulder as your hands started to fiddle with the pieces of paper in front of you. “You’re busy, I get it and it’s fine. I just want you to take care of yourself, please.”

“Yeah, the weather’s been lovely,” was your response because you didn’t actually process anything Chris said to you. You were too preoccupied, scribbling all over your planner to listen and respond accordingly. “A little warm, but perfect for my afternoon walks with Dodger.”

“Step away from the table, Y/N,” he instructed in a firmer tone and you found yourself dropping the pen you had in your hand. You took the phone back in your hand as you stood up and walked over to the couch where you couldn’t fiddle with anything; Dodger followed, settling by your feet. “How are you, really?” He asked, surely with furrowed brows of deep concern. “I know you don’t want me to worry, but lying to me- that’s even more worrying.”

“What did I lie to you about?”

“Every time I call and ask about you, you tell me you’re fine-”

“And I am-” you interrupted.

“I just talked to Ava and she tells a different story,” he cut you off and you huffed, wishing your best friend would just keep your struggles to herself. “What’s going on? What’s got you so stressed out? It can’t be school, you’re doing so well.” You sighed because you wished you knew. “What can I do to help? Ava said you’re asking for extra shifts, do you need-”

“I don’t need your money, Chris,” you stopped him before he could offer and he sighed. “I’m fine, honestly,” you let out a laugh to lighten the mood. “I’m just- I miss you and not having you around is affecting me a lot more than I thought it would. So don’t worry, I’m fine. School’s great, work’s good, my financial situation is perfect so- don’t worry about me, okay?”

“That’s like telling water not to be wet, darling,” he chuckled and you smiled. “You promise you’ll tell me if something’s up?” You nodded, 'mm-hm-ing’ your response. “That you’ll keep things honest between us?” Another 'mm hm’ left your throat. “That you’ll ask for money if need be?” He winced as he said that because he knew he was trying his luck; you were one of those 'make-my-own-way’ girls. “Y/N?” He quizzed when he heard nothing come from the other end.

“No,” was all you said.

“I can afford to support you,” he reminded you.

“And I can afford to make my own way,” you retorted.

“I know,” he sighed. “I’m just reminding you, in case you get sick of working while studying.” You smiled because he reminded you every chance he could, and while you did appreciate his offer- you couldn’t take it. You knew how it would look and you didn’t want it to look like that, perhaps when you were his wife and not his nineteen year old, student girlfriend. “Are you sure you don’t need anything, baby? Can I at least pay for Dodger? He is living with the two of you, I can-”

“Baby, no,” you chuckled, reaching down to pat your boyfriend’s cute dog who you were more than happy to support for nine months. “Right now, all I need from you is your maximum effort to make Infinity War absolutely amazing.” He chuckled softly, nodding. “Then I need you to come home to me and Dodger because we miss you,” you felt your eyes well as you told him that.

“I miss the two of you too,” his own eyes watered as he reached for the Polaroid photograph he kept on his desk in his trailer. The photo was of the three of you, the morning after you got together; you had a copy too which you kept in your planner. “I’d count the days, but that’s just going to make us both sad.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled with limited humor.

“I’m going to let you go,” he said and you felt yourself sigh. “You need some rest before you go to work,” he explained his leave and you nodded in agreement, running a hand through your hair. “I’ll call you tomorrow and have an actual conversation, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded.

“I love you,” he ended the conversation like he always did, smiling despite how much his heart ached for you. He wished he could be there with you, hold you and tell you things were going to be okay because you clearly needed that. You lied about being okay, and he knew you were lying, but you were going to work and he didn’t want to put you in a bad mood by calling you out. He was going to save that conversation for another day, when you didn’t have classes or work to go to or worry about.

“I love you too,” you responded then stayed silent until you heard the dial tone. He hung up and you did the same, putting your phone aside. You sighed and buried your face in your hands, only looking up when you felt Dodger nudge his head into your leg. “How do you do it, Dodger?” You asked the pup, cupping his furry face in your hands. “How do you survive without Chris for months on end? Because it’s hard, like- it’s really fucking hard,” you chuckled to stop yourself from crying. Dodger licked your face when you bent over to kiss his forehead, making you smile. “Yeah, I know I’ve got you and Ava.”

Nine months; two down and seven to go.

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Part 2

A/N To the sweet anon who requested the other Ben imagine, here ya go :)

Summary: Reader was separated from Benjamin a while back and then taken in by Rick and the others, she think’s Ben is dead until she sees him in the kingdom 

Warnings: Mentions of death kind of ??? Idk that’s to be expected in twd 


“Holy shit,” you laughed, a wide grin on your face as you looked at the tiger that sat next to a man on a throne, King Ezekiel you supposed.

“Jesus! It pleases me to see you old friend!” The supposed king exclaimed, a large smile on his face.

“It pleases him indeed,” a larger man who you guessed was supposed to be a jester. The king held up a hand,“Jerry.” You hadn’t yet realized who the boy in between them was, not getting an extremely good view of him as you stood behind most of the group, even if you did have a good view you were staring at the tiger.

“Tell me, what news do you bring good king Ezekiel. Are these new allies you have brought me?” The man on the throne questioned, causing you to look up at him.

“Indeed they are, your majesty. This is-” Jesus paused as he turned around, taking notice of their shocked faces. “Oh, right, I forgot to mention-”

“Yeah, the tiger?” Rick stopped him, glancing back at him. Jesus gave an apologetic look before turning back around,“This is Rick Grimes, and these are some of his people.” They all began to walk forward, some going to stand in between the seats, while Carl, Tara, Michonne, Daryl, and you stayed standing behind Rick and Jesus.

“I welcome you all to the kingdom, good travelers. Now, what brings you to our fair land? Why do you seek an audience with the king?”

It was only then you realized who the person standing next to the king was.


One of the three who had helped you survive before Rick’s group had found you. You had been split up from him, his father, and little brother by a large herd. It was too late when you realized you’d run the opposite way as them. Three months of you looking for them had passed, that was when Rick had found you.

They had been your family ever since, after you’d come to terms with the fact that Benjamin was dead.
It was hard, as the two of you were so madly in love it hurt to think that he had become a walker. You didn’t realize there were tears in your eyes until Michonne gently grabbed onto your wrist, eyebrows furrowed as she followed your gaze. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” She muttered as Rick talked to Ezekiel. You shook your head, unable to mutter anything other than his name,“Benjamin.”

Benjamin noticed you as well. Once he looked over your group as you walked in, he took note of how similar you looked to his y/n, the one who had died quite a while ago. He couldn’t look back at you, it hurt too much.

He didn’t look back until he noticed you staring out of the corner of his eye, and saw how your eyes glistened in the light. He knew it was you.

When the failed conversation was over and you followed the group out of the building, tears drying against your cheek. Michonne paused, grabbing ahold of your arms,“Hey, who was that back there? Why were you crying?”

You sighed,“Do you remember the people I told you about? The ones I was with before we got split up and you guys found me?” She nodded. “That was one of them. Benjamin. I thought he was dead.” Her eyes widened slightly as she stared at you, until something caught her eye behind you. With a confused look, you turned around, seeing Benjamin standing about twenty feet away. His eyes widened as he realized it really was you, he wasn’t just imagining it. Without realizing it, your feet had begun to run in his direction, as did his. You jumped onto him, arms wrapping tightly around him.

“I thought you were dead.” You sobbed, holding him tighter than you ever had before. “I thought you were too! We looked, but we couldn’t find you.” He said, tears dripping out of his eyes and onto your shirt.

“Where’s Henry and your dad? They’re okay, right?” You questioned, pulling back with a concerned gaze.

“Uh, dad died when we fought against the saviors, Henry’s okay though.” He spoke quietly, eyes glancing down. “Oh, Ben. I’m so sorry.” Benjamin shook his head, grabbing onto your face and pulling your lips in to meet his. Your hands gripping onto his shirt as you sighed into the lips you never thought you’d feel again.

You heard a cough, causing the two of you to jump and look in the direction of the noise, seeing your group staring at you with amused and questioning eyes. You laughed nervously,“I’ll explain later. Give me a minute, please? Just wait at the gate for me.” They hesitated, but nodded, beginning to walk away. “Don’t take too long,” Rick smirked. You brought him back to your lips, giving him a short kiss. He leaned his forehead against yours, eyes staying shut.

“Stay here, y/n.” He muttered. Pulling back just slightly, you glanced away with a sigh, before looking back at him. He was staring at you with begging eyes, the same eyes he would use on you to get whatever he wanted. You caressed his jaw,“I can’t, Ben. I wish I could, you have no idea how bad I wish I could… but they need everyone they can get. A lot of people I care about have died because of the saviors, and I’m not going to stop until he’s dead.”

He wanted to argue, you knew that, but you also knew he wouldn’t. Benjamin could tell by the sound of your voice that you wouldn’t abandon them. A single tear fell out of his eye, but you wiped it away,“I’ll come back, when this is all over. I’d say come with me… but it’s too dangerous for you and Henry. I don’t want to risk losing you again. At least with you here I’ll know your safe.”

“As safe as you can be in a zombie apocalypse.” He said, a small smile on his face that told you he understood. You chuckled, nodding. “I better get going, we have an asshole to kill.”

Benjamin pressed his lips against yours once more, pulling you in for a hug,“I love you, please be as safe as you can out there.” You squeezed him one more time,“I love you, too. Tell Henry I love him and miss him, alright?” He nodded, and the two of you parted, hesitantly walking away.

“Oh hey, you have got to tell me how the hell he got a tiger!” You called out with a laugh, causing him to laugh too.

“When you get back!” He promised, smiling as he watched you laugh once more before turning around and jogging to the gate where your group was impatiently waiting.

“Got yourself a boyfrien’, y/n?” Daryl smirked, causing you to playfully glare at him. Michonne laughed, looking at you,“Don’t worry, I explained to them who he was.” You gave her a grateful look as you all climbed into the car, attempting to prepare yourself for all the teasing you were about to receive. You didn’t complain once though, not really, as it just reminded you that he wasn’t a zombie.

He was still alive, and no amount of teasing would ever tear that bit of happiness down.

If you only knew

Word Count: 1.3K+
Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Reader (No gender specified)
Summary: Kurt is terrified of how much he likes you, so he begins praying to God to make his feelings for you disappear. When that doesn’t work, he’s sure he has to punish himself for feeling the way he does. Based on this headcanon by @ichimatsu-boi and this request.
Warnings: Mentions of self-harm.

The first time Kurt saw you, he hadn’t been able to understand why, all of a sudden, he’d felt like there were little birds flapping their wings wildly inside his stomach.

You had been a student at Xavier’s already when he got there– but he hadn’t gotten to meet you properly until two weeks after his arrival, when you had come looking for Jubilee to finish a project you two were doing together. You had introduced yourself to Ororo, Peter, Scott and then… to him. You had offered your hand with a bright smile, and when he touched it, he felt like a jolt of electricity had run from his fingers directly to his heart.

He didn’t know what that meant.

The next time he was face to face with you was when you had come to him and Jubilee with a plate filled with cookies you’d baked yourself, offering them some. When he’d tried them and told you they were delicious, your entire face had lit up– and the little birds had returned to his stomach, flapping their wings even harder than the first time. Something in him told him that he needed to see you shining that brightly again because of something he’d said– desperately.

He didn’t know what that meant.

You spent a lot of time outside given the fact that your mutation was directly connected with nature, and every time he saw you sitting on the grass, making little flowers appear on the ground with just the sheer power of your will, his hands started sweating and his heartbeat increased dramatically.

He didn’t know what that meant.

It wasn’t until he caught Scott and Jean kissing one time and something deep inside him told him he wished he could do that with you that he finally knew what everything you made him feel meant.

He liked you.

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JERSEY ( stiles stilinski x reader )
writer : wantstobeastilinski ( aria )
requested : nope
warnings : fingering, handjob, swearing

You never really understood why people liked to steal their boyfriends clothes. It kind of bothered you. What difference would it make if you wore something he did?

Stiles, on the other hand, thought you wearing his clothes would be the sexiest thing in the world. He could imagine you wearing his shirts, it barely covering your ass, and seeing your legs. God, those legs….

You two decided going on a date would be fun, get away from the supernatural, have a picnic. Well, it was a good idea, until it started pouring down rain. You two walked to the destination, so you had to run back, making both of you soaked.

When you arrived at Stiles house, you were both shivering. “This is the last time you ever plan a date.” You mumbled to your boyfriend as you hugged yourself. He rolled his eyes at you and took off his shirt. You let your eyes rake over his toned torso and smirked lightly.

He didn’t notice, because lets face it, that boy doesn’t notice much.

“Okay, I can run and get you something to wear?” He stated lightly. You groaned, about to open your mouth and complain about not wanting to steal his clothes but he shushed you.

“Just let it happen, (Y/N). Just let it happen.”

You two walked up to his room, laughing when you slipped on the hardwood outside his door.

He rushed to his closet and grabbed the first thing he saw, tossing it to you. He didn’t notice that he threw you his backup jersey, and you looked at it, brow raised. He searched for clothes for himself while you quickly changed.

“Stiles, I need underwear.” Your voice was small and timid, a blush overtaking your face. He grabbed a random pair of his boxers and gave them to you. You slipped them on and smiled lightly.

He quickly changed and turned around, opening his mouth to ask if you were hungry when he saw what you were wearing. His mouth clamped shut as he took in your figure.

Your hair was in a messy bun, and his jersey seemed to engulf you. But, somehow it was still short enough to where he would’ve been able to see your ass a bit, if it wasn’t for his boxers.

He felt an erection start to form and gulped. You noticed and raised a brow. “You okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I am. Its just…damn you look hot in my clothes.” His normally bright eyes were now dark with lust and he slowly inched forward.

You tilted your head and looked up at him. “Oh really?” You whispered seductively. He nodded and grabbed your ass, pulling you closer.

You ran your fingers up his chest, biting your lip. He let out a low growl at your action, and soon enough his lips were on yours.

His tongue soon slipped into your mouth, and even though you fought for a bit, it soon claimed its dominance over yours. He picked you up and pushed you against his door. You let out a whimper as he moved his lips to your jaw, sucking lightly.

“Stiles…” you whimpered breathlessly, letting your hands travel to the tent in his pants. He let out a groan as you palmed him through his sweats, and you felt his fingers slip through the elastic of the boxers you were wearing.

His finger quickly slid over your heat and you bucked your hips, throwing your head back lightly. He smirked. “You’re so wet, baby. And its all for me.”

He quickly let one finger slip into your pussy, letting a strong gasp leave your swollen lips. He curled it, your walls clenching around the digit. He slowly slipped in another, and started speeding up his actions.

Your head ended up in the crook of his neck, moaning loudly. His dick twitched and you moved your hand to it. You slipped underneath his sweatpants and gripped it, making him growl.

When you started jerking him off, he seemed to finger you faster. You jutted your hips forward, biting at his earlobe. “B-baby..”

“I know, princess. You can cum.” You clenched around his digits and did as you were told, letting out a scream of pleasure. You stopped your movements on his dick and he grumbled, moving his hips so he would fuck your hand.

You finally opened your eyes and stared in his, finally moving your hand once more. You attached your lips to his and he let out a small moan.

“C'mon, Stiles. Cum for me.” You whispered seductively, looking at him through your lashes. You didn’t have to tell him twice, as he soon let go. His hot liquid shot on your hand and the inside of his sweats.

You two were still for a moment, the only thing that could be heard was the heavy breathing caused by the activity that had just unfold.

He kissed your jaw and you moved your hand out of his pants, licking it clean. His eyes turned darker and you smiled innocently.

“Oh, the things im gonna do to you.” He growled. You tilted your head.

“What’re you gonna do?”

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be screaming my name loud enough for everyone down the street to hear.”

Before you could answer, the front door slammed shut and Stiles groaned.

“Stiles, you here?” The sheriff called from downstairs. He set you down and grabbed another pair of sweatpants, pulling the ones he was already wearing sown. You stared at his swollen cock, the tip red. You licked your lips and pouted when he slipped the new pair on.

He opened the door and leaned down, speaking in your ear.

“You just wait, princess.”

Felicity x Dinah x Thea (mentions of olicity) || ao3 || teen || light angst || 1476 || more fics

summary: prompt: the ladies of team arrow seek revenge against Susan Williams (thank you, @blackcanarydinah)
a/n: happy birthday bb!! i hope you enjoy (: 

p.s - the c-word gets dropped once in this fic. idk i know some people don’t like that word so i thought i would warn

Normally, Felicity wasn’t the type to get her hands dirty. She didn’t mind being on the field of course; she did it when she had to. And right now she definitely had to. It wasn’t technically a mission. Not one that Oliver had given a stamp of approval on. Well, he can’t approve something he doesn’t know about. That was beside the point. What she was doing was important. What she, Thea, and Dinah were doing was important.

“The alarm has been disabled,” she whispered, “And security cameras are offline.”

The three of them walked right into Susan Williams’ apartment building without a problem. She was able to find the exact room with just as much ease. The place was nice. A lot nicer than the average local news reporter would be able to afford.

“You sure you still wanna do this, babe?” Dinah asked.

Felicity nodded, “I need to,” she said, “Oliver would do the same for any of us.”

Dinah couldn’t argue with that. She might not have been on the team for very long, but she already fit well. The other woman got along with everyone on the team and was protective of her and Thea.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Dinah nodded to the door.

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Ok so… thoughts. The Cave episode was a really great start - character development in Star! The girl is clearly more bothered… you can just tell. Trickstar didn’t have much going on. I hope future episodes get much deeper into our questions….

Thoughts on Star: she definitely started off a bit… different this round. I feel like she’s growing up a little bit. After what happened with Glossaryck and Marco she probably started to realize that she can’t “always” get what she wants. Star will receive a lot of growth in terms of owning her powers…

Glossaryck: definitely appreciate what they did to this character, he literally just wants pudding. Does he give a shit about anything but pudding? No. Which is cool. Remember Star, reality hurts, and you can’t always get what you want. She will learn and grow up … a lot from this experience.

Thoughts on Marco: I didn’t really get why he was so passive on the phone with Jackie. As I remember my first love… my heart sang every time I spoke to my first boyfriend, anything about him made me feel giddy. It looks like Jackie really likes Marco but he’s not too into it at this point. Current “generation” of kids is probably into “anyone can ask anyone out” but I still feel like MARCO should have asked Jackie out, MARCO should have planned a good night… In real life shit does not work like that, girls who do that don’t keep guys interested (speaking from personal experience). But I feel like I’m reading too much into this and the producers of this show are just trying to make it “trendy” and “stay away from the traditional norm” because they are cool, modern and different like that :)). Marco definitely likes Star, come on, he can’t even leave her side.

Future Starco: definitely not happening this season. They will keep throwing hints here and there to drive us crazy :) but (sadly) I feel like this realization will only come at the end of the show… as much as I want them to just get together and develop their relationship. We need to remember that if they get together before the last episode of the show… that’s going to be really out of the norm for Disney.
What I want to see: Star growing up as an independent princess. I want her to realize how serious she needs to be about her magic in order to go against Ludo (who is stronger technically if he learns all the spells in the book). I want more development between Marco and Jackie… so that we realize that Marco is actually serious about his intentions. Without a good story / character development between Jarco, STarco will bee too plain / blend. And finally, instead of little STarco hints here and there I feel like the producers can start showing more at this point… We already know Star has a thing for Marco, make her blush ;)

Well, my two cents… let’s see where this show goes in the next month!

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Damn It, NO!

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Title: Damn It, NO!

Pairing: LaSalle x Reader

Word Count: 1,010

Warnings: shots fired *pew pew*, injured reader, angsty

A/N: Friday is a special day! Instead of getting a fic and a drabble, you get two fics today! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! The second fic will be a different request, but it will be more of a part two to this one.

This was requested by an anon: I was wondering if you could do one where Y/N gets shot in the field and it’s just the two of them and she starts to tell LaSalle she loves him, but he says no because that means she’s accepting that she’s dying, and he won’t let her die.

It was a summer night and you and LaSalle were chasing a lead.  Normally Pride didn’t send you out late at night, but this case was different.  These guys operated at night and you needed to get there before they could leave.  

LaSalle pulled his truck to a stop a block away from the warehouse.  He turned off the engine, putting the keys into his pocket.  While Percy was away on personal business, you and LaSalle were partners for the time being.  You admired the agent, but recently your feelings for him had blossomed into something more.

“You remember the plan don’cha [Y/N],” LaSalle asked, glancing over at you.  When you nodded, LaSalle opened his door and hopped out of his truck.  LaSalle rounded around his truck, joining you by your side.  “If they start shootin’ just duck for cover.  These guys are probably gunna wanna run from us.”

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Hello everybody!
Since the gif is pretty explicit I’m gonna add just few things: I’m doing this NOT because I’m a cheap artist.I’m gonna do this to promote myself and to practice my art skills with tasks I’m not used too. Please don’t think you can take any advantage of this. 
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Please keep in mind that my purpose is self-promotion, and I’m really serious about this task. If you’re not personally intrested, it would be very helpful if you would reblog this post. Thank you very much!

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Pavel Chekov X Reader
Requested by anonymous
I just saw Star Trek and let me just say, Chris Pine is fine!

Being Bones daughter had its perks. Practically living on the ship with him meant that you were constantly in the presence of some of the finest men around, although you’d never say this out loud. All of the girls in Yorktown fawned over Captain Kirk. Yes, he was a very attractive man, but he was also a close friend of yours, and an even closer friend of your fathers. Besides, you only had eyes for one person; Pavel Chekov. From the moment you saw him you knew he was the one. You started off as friends, and naturally grew closer. Now here you are, a year later as a couple. Everyone onboard thought it was cute, well everyone except your father. You see the thing is, he doesn’t exactly know about your relationship with Chekov. As far as your dad knows, you are just close friends. He had told you when you first started going with him to work that you were not allowed to date any of his co-workers. If he found out who knows what he’d do.

You sit between Chekov’s legs, your back pressed against his torso, and his legs on both sides of you, while watching cartoons. He runs his hand up and down your arm absentmindedly. You can’t help but look up at him to admire his facial features. “You’re staring, love.” He chuckles, moving his gaze from the tv screen to your face. You blush, quickly averting your eyes, and cursing yourself for getting caught. He returns his attention back to the tv, leaving you with your thoughts. You start to pay attention to his hand moving up and down your arm. His soft and gentle touches send butterflies to your stomach, along with an idea to your head. Your dad was at a meeting with Kirk and the rest of the team, so you had time. You sit up suddenly, causing Pavel to jerk his head in your direction. He furrows his brows in confusion when you stand up and step in front of him. “Hon, what are you doing?” He asks turning his body so that his legs are out in front of him, his feet touching the floor. You don’t respond to his question, instead you climb on top of him, straddling his thighs. You feel him stiffen, and you already know what he’s thinking. “Pavel, my dad won’t be back for a while. We have plenty of time.” You tell him, and he relaxes a little, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck. You lean in slowly, looking into his eyes before attaching your lips to his. At first the kiss is slow, gentle, and innocent, but soon it becomes rough and lustful. You pull apart only to pull Chekov’s shirt from his body, throwing it to the floor behind you. He pulls you in to him again, putting his arms around your waist. You begin to rock your hips against his, earning a moan from your boyfriend. Stuck in the heat of the moment, you don’t even hear the 3 voices approaching the door, or the jingle of keys in the lock. When the door opens, your father, Kirk, and Spock stand with shocked faces in the doorway. Quickly pulling apart, you stand up running your fingers through your hair, your eyes stuck to the floor. Pavel picks his shirt up, sliding it back on before he clears his throat, both of you trying to slow your own breathing down. A few seconds go by before your father can’t control himself anymore. “YOU,” your dad roars pointing at Pavel with anger in his eyes, “I TRUSTED YOU! I LET YOU HANG OUT WITH HER BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE A GOOD INFLUENCE ON MY DAUGHTER! I DIDN’T REALIZE THAT I WAS ALSO GIVING YOU PERMISSION TO SHOVE YOUR TONGUE DOWN HER THROAT! Spock tries to interject, but your Dad wouldn’t have it. He then turns his focus to you, his gaze softening, but only slightly, and his voice lowering. "We had an agreement young lady! I told you that you could come with me to work because you said that you wanted to learn about my job, maybe even follow in my footsteps. I told you that there would be no messing around! Especially like this! How could you disobey me, go behind my back and completely disregard my wishes! You will be returning to Yorktown to stay with your mother when we land.” Your father finishes, turning around and exiting the room. Spock nods at you before chasing after your dad to try and calm him down. Your heart shatters into a million pieces, tears beginning to form in your eyes. Kirk looks at you, his deep blue eyes full of sympathy and understanding. He sighs, “Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll go talk to him, get him to change his mind. Y'know that he didn’t mean any of these things. He was just shocked. I’ll be back when I finish with your Dad.” And with that Kirk leaves the room, the door closing behind him. You just stand, looking at the door for a minute before turning to Chekov. You can see the sadness and guilt written all over his face. “I’m sorry, Pavel.” you sniffle as you move to sit down next to him on the couch. You lean forward putting your elbows on your knees, and your hands on both sides of your face. “It’s my fault. I should have told him a long time ago. Besides, it was only a matter of time before he found out. I just wish that I would have done it earlier, maybe his reaction would have been different. He may have even given us a chance. I’m so sorry that this happened.” You feel Chekov’s hand go to your back, and begin moving in circular motions. He sighs deeply, “it’s alright sweetheart. I’m sorry that I got you in trouble.” When you look at each other, you can’t help but burst into a fit of giggles. “You made it sound like we are in the first grade, and got caught doing something we weren’t supposed to.” He chuckles at you, poking you in the ribs making you yelp. When you’ve calmed down, you lean your head on his shoulder.

Bones slowly opens the door a few hours later, where he finds the two of you on the couch. Pavel is sitting up, his eyes focused on the large screen in front of him, one foot resting on the coffee table and the other planted firmly on the floor. Your head is resting on his lap, eyes closed and your breathing slow. Your legs are curled up slightly, poking out from underneath the fluffy blanket that’s keeping you warm. One of Pavel’s arms is resting over your hip, his other one bent at the elbow, supporting his head. “I would like to apologize.” Your father says, startling Pavel who had not known that another presence was now in the room. He continues, “I was just hurt that she didn’t tell me about it before, and besides no father wants to walk in on his daughter doing that. I thought over everything that I said, and I’ve decided that she can stay on the ship. I only have one condition.” Chekov nods his head encouraging the other man to go on. “She can stay as long as there are no more secrets. I want to know when things happen between you.” Pavel nods his head, a smile forming on his face. “Thank you, Bones.” Your father nods at Pavel, before beginning to walk towards the exit. “Oh and Chekov, one more thing.” Bones says turning around to look at your sleeping figure. “Take care of my little girl please.” Pavel looks down at you lovingly before saying “yes sir. I will.”

When the two of you have argued about something and don’t talk to each other. He sees you sitting with your friends at a cafe and he strides to you with an angry face to confront you. He holds your arm and tells you in his demanding voice that he is no more playing games and wants to talk to you face to face. You excuse yourself from your friends and go with him a few steps away, that no one can hear you talking.

“Your brother cannot know about this” My boyfriend, Liam, said while sliding his fingers up and down my thigh. “Too bad, he already found out.” Derek burst through my bedroom door. We shot up from the bed immediately. “Is this what you’ve been doing while I was at pack meetings?” “Derek would you just relax a sec? Where we doing anything? No, we were just sitting on my bed , talking. What’s the matter with you? Am I not allowed to have a boyfriend? You’re not dad, Derek. I can do whatever I want to.” I got so angry, my eyes changed to their Alpha color. “Do you like my sister?” Derek turned his gaze at Liam, glaring at him and waiting impatiently for an answer. “I love her. Listen to my heartbeat and tell me if that’s not true.” Derek focused on Liam for a little but didn’t say anything. “Just letting you know that if you break her heart, I’m going to rip your throat out.” Derek said to Liam, giving him a death glare. “You are more than free to do that. I don’t think it will ever happen though.” Liam finished off by putting an arm around my waist and bringing me closer. “Ugh, okay.” Derek said and walked downstairs. Liam and I sat back on my bed and I laid my head on his chest. I was focused on his heartbeat until his chest started vibrating. “Why are you laughing?” I asked, confused. “Derek just told me to use protection because he doesn’t want to be an uncle so early.”

Little Things
Criminal Minds (Spencer Reid/Reader)

“Spence, what color?” I asked, sitting cross legged on the couch and holding up four different nail polish colors to him as he walked in the room. He pushed his long hair behind his ears with a small smile as he walked towards me, flipping through a magazine.

“Why are you asking? You paint them the same color every time.” He grinned at me slightly, and I frowned.

“Not true.” I was stubborn, and I knew it, so I ignored him, and picked the newest color I had been given by a friend, and began to paint my nails.

“So, why did you say I had to be free this Saturday night?” I tried to get him to tell me, because I hated surprises, but he was pretty dead set on keeping it a secret.

He rolled his eyes at me as he pulled on his jacket, wrapping his purple scarf around his neck. “You know I’m not going to tell you anything.” I rolled my eyes, and I knew what he said was true. But every time I asked, a smile would come across his face. And God knows I love that smile.

“Can I ask where you are going today?”

“No.” I rolled my eyes again, but I let him go, because whatever it was, he was excited as hell, and I loved it.

Two days later

My phone rang loudly, and I let the car pick it up as I kept my attention on the road. “Yes?”

“Hey Y/N, are you home yet?” Spencer’s voice came through the speakers and I shook my head as I replied.

“Not just yet, why?”

“You need to put on something nice.” He paused for a moment before I could respond, then he began to ramble. He’s nervous. “Not to say that you don’t look nice every day. I think you look amazing everyday. Even when you’re sick and you pull your hair up even though you hate the way it looks. I think you look fine anyways, I’m just saying something formal would suit-”

“I know what you mean Spence. Take a breath.” I laughed, and he went silent for a moment.

“I’m getting home now, I’ll get into something nice. Scrubs probably weren’t your idea of nice.” I heard him laugh lightly as I pulled into the driveway and I smiled.

“Okay, I’ll be there in about an hour.”

“Alright. I love you Spence.” I held my hand over the keys, wanting to finish the conversation before killing the car.

“I love you too Y/N.”

A smile broke out across my face, as it always had since the first time he said it. I remembered every moment of that night like it had just happened, even if it had been two years ago.

I laughed as I accidentally wiped icing onto my face, trying to make some cupcakes for Garcia’s birthday. Reid busted out laughing across from me and I looked narrowed my eyes, throwing flour at him. “Hey no, this is a very-”

“I know I know, your vests are very precious.” I mocked him and began to try to wipe of my face, but I accidentally grabbed the wrong rag, and ended up throwing more icing and flour onto myself. I fell into another fit of laughter.

“I love you!” Reid spoke up, and I almost hadn’t heard his random outburst. My laughing stopped instantly, and I looked up at him. “I’m sorry, that was random. But I usually would say that love is not an actual thing, that it’s just chemicals in the brain that are released when you enjoy something, but isn’t that what love is supposed to be? I really love you, and I realized it a while ago, but I wasn’t sure but now I am and-”

“I love you too Reid.”

I walked into the house, and through the living room, where I saw the nail polishes were still out. I had picked off the color I had used a few days ago within hours of putting it on, and I knew it was because it was a different color.

I glanced down to my nails, which I had repainted my usual color, and laughed slightly.

“I told you.” Spencer smiled as he walked into the living room, and I was painting my nails the light blue I always had them.

“Shut up.”

He shook his head as he came over and sat down beside me, watching me for a moment before speaking again. “But I really like that color, so I’m happy you stick to it.”

I smiled, “You only say that because you know I won’t change it. I like routine, and I am incapable of living life if my routine is broken.” I rolled my eyes at myself. I honestly hated that I stuck to such a routine about everything, but I couldn’t help it.

“That, and I like the color.” He smiled at me as  I looked up at him, and I heard him chuckle as he stood from the couch.

I went into my bedroom and kicked off my shoes, picking them up and setting them into my shoe basket, pulling out some black heels. I threw them onto my bed  and looked back into the closet for a dress. I settled on a simple black dress and bowler hat. “This better be dressy enough.” I mumbled to myself, changing out of my scrubs and into the new outfit before going into the bathroom and making my makeup a bit more “I’m going out on the town” worthy, adding red lipstick for some color.

I glanced at the clock as I heard the front door open. “You’re ten minutes late! You have no faith in how quickly I can get ready!” I yelled as I heard him throw his car keys on the kitchen counter.

“Are you ready?” He called back and I smiled as I brushed my hair.

“Not just yet.” I replied quietly, and I knew he would smile at that.

“Then I was right to take my time. I had to tell Derek and Garcia where to go.” I was confused as to why Garcia and Derek would be going with us to this ‘surprise’ thing I still didn’t have an explanation for, but I shrugged it off as a hang out with our best friends.

Ten minutes later, we were both ready, and I walked into the living room as he called for me to hurry up. I walked into the living room and he stared after me for a moment before I walked over to him, and he kissed me on the cheek. “You look amazing.” He mumbled, and I thanked him as we walked out of the front door.

We arrived at the small restaurant and walked to the back area, a small patio with fairy lights hanging around it in the trees. “This is- wow.” I mumbled, and Spencer glanced down at me as we kept walking. I smiled as I saw Garcia, Derek, Hodge, JJ and my brother were all sitting in tables on the back patio and I smiled brightly.

“Hey hey! They’re here.” Derek spoke as Spencer let go of my hand so I could hug everyone. I went through and greeted everyone walking back over to Spencer and grabbing his hand tightly. We went and sat down as everyone else began to start conversation and the waiters began to come and ask for orders.

After about an hour and a half, we had all finished eating and we had began to mess around, dancing on the patio to the music that my brother had begun to play on his phone. Suddenly, Spencer asked for everyone’s attention, and the music was turned down as he walked back over to me.

“Okay, so I’m not sure how I’m going to do this, but all I knew was that I didn’t want it to be scripted. So here we go.” He pulled something out of his pocket and I began to get nervous. “We’ve been together for a while now, and I have fallen so entirely in love with you I can barely stand it. I have fallen for every thing that you do. The way you scrunch your nose when you laugh, and how you paint your nails the same color every time you do them. I love the way you can go back and forth with me and not seem to get tired of it. I laugh that you can’t go without routine, but you allowed me into it. I’m a part of your routine, and I never want to leave.” He got down on one knee, and I felt like I was going to faint.

Oh my god is he-

“ I love you every moment, in everything you do.I want to spend the rest of my life with you, however long that may be. Will you marry me?”

I stared at him for a moment, nodding my head frantically. “Yes. Yes, oh my god. I love you.” He stood, and I hugged him, which lead to everyone laughing. “What?” I asked, and Spencer smiled, pushing away from me.

“I have to put the ring on you Y/N.” he spoke, and I laughed, putting my hand in his. He slid on the ring before I pulled him down, kissing him as everyone gave us another cheer.

“Wait.” Derek called out, and Spencer and I pulled away, looking at him in confusion.

“I can still call her baby right?” He asked, and we all laughed but Spencer, and he finally responded.

“No, you can’t.”

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(Violent fight with Slash in studio)

Your boyfriend’s band was in the studio just about every day and he would stay out all night, you hardly saw Slash. You thought since he had been working so hard and the apartment was such a mess that you would clean up around the place for the next time he made an appearance at home. Picking up and sorting all of Slash’s clothes you emptied the pockets of all the pants, you grabbed a pair of jeans and to your surprise you found a napkin with a girl’s number and name on it.

Without even thinking you hopped into your car and sped all the way to the studio; white knuckled on the steering wheel, with the napkin still in hand. You didn’t even know what you were going to say when you confronted your boyfriend, but you knew you had to do it sooner than later before it happened again. Walking into the studio you pushed through the doors; ignoring the puzzled looks on the guy’s faces, you made a beeline for Slash and shoved the napkin into his chest. “Wanna explain what this is?”

Slash rolled his eyes and gave an annoyed chuckle at you. “Y/N, I’m a rock star. Shit like this happens all the time, calm down. We’ll talk about this when I get home.” Slash proceeded to roughly slap your bottom, brushing this off like it was no big deal.

“Oh, really? If this happens all the time then why save this one in particular and bring it home? And we’ll talk about this at home must mean you plan on coming home, which you haven’t been unless you needed new clothing to go out and get drunk.” You snapped at him while you continued to ignore the shocked yet confused looks on the rest of the guys.

Getting inches away from your face, Slash locked eyes with you and you could tell they were filled with rage. “If I say it’s no fuckin’ big deal then it’s no big deal. You always gotta go and blow shit out of proportion, if I wanna call this chick then I will. You aren’t the boss of me, Y/N.”

You lightly shoved your boyfriend’s chest, making him lose his balance and bump into the wall. “Then it’ll be no big deal if I end things right here. We’re done, Slash.” In shock by your own audacious statement you whipped around to walk away until you felt Slash’s grip on your forearm, jerking you back towards him. In that moment everything was such a blur and the next thing you knew, you were on the floor covering your stinging face where Slash had struck you.

“Get up and sit the fuck down on the god damn couch!” Slash barked at you; his voice echoing off the studio walls, making you shudder as you complied with his demand. Izzy came to your aid immediately, looking at your now swelling cheek and eye before getting ice.

“Nice goin’ Slash, beatin’ up on your girl.” Izzy murmured as he pushed himself off the couch to get ice for you. Slash saw you mouth the words thank you to Izzy, making Slash even more infuriated as he had been previously. Lurching forward at you; Slash went to swing his fist at you, but before he could deliver the blow to your face Axl and Duff grabbed Slash and held him back while Steven yelled at you to get out.

Running out of the studio beating yourself up for bringing this up, you threw yourself down on the stairs outside. You heard footsteps approach behind you, making your skin crawl until you realized it was Izzy bringing your ice. “Here ya go, Y/N. Sometimes he’s got just as much of a temper as Axl, huh?”

Grimacing as you placed the ice pack on your face, you tried to put on a fake smile for Izzy. “I guess so, I’m sorry I barged in here like that. I had no right to; I probably ruined a pretty good recording day too.” Izzy shook his head and patted your back softly, staying there silently for any support you may need.

A few minutes of silence passed until you heard the distinct sound of Slash’s boots coming up behind the two of you. Izzy cleared his throat, patted your shoulder one last time, and stood up brushing off his pants. “I’ll give you some time alone; I’ll be just inside if you need me, Y/N.”

Slash slowly sat two steps below you, sitting there silently before letting out a deep sigh. “Y/N. We need to talk.”

You looked at the back of Slash’s head, staring at his messy spiral curls. “I know” you whispered as you slipped down to the same step Slash was on, still keeping your distance just in case his temper hadn’t fully faded.

“It just pisses me off that you don’t trust me, you never let me explain myself you just go off on me. I know it gives me no right to lash out at you like that, but c’mon Y/N we both know how ridiculous that was.” Slash tried looking at you, but a look of shame came over him when he saw your bruised and puffy face.

You nodded your head and scooted nearer to him so you could place your hand on his leg. “Slash, I was already upset that you’re barely home so I started cleaning for you. I didn’t know when you’d be home again, but I thought you’d like it if I did your laundry. You know how I am, when I’m upset I clean. When I found the napkin in your pocket it sent me over the edge, just tell me you had no intentions of doing anything with that number.”

Slash finally found it in himself to look at you, gently cupping your face and running his thumb up and down your swollen cheek. “Y/N, you’re the girl for me. I wouldn’t even think of calling her, not even for a second. I know I haven’t been home much lately; I’ve been a shitty boyfriend. That’s gonna change, I’m going to start being the man you deserve. You deserve more than me popping in and out, I’m going to be home as much as I can you’ll wish I would leave already.”

You grabbed a hold of Slash’s hand that was still on your face; smiling up at him as best as you could. “I love you; I could never get sick of you being home. Plus, you better love me because I’ve been taking care of your snakes and you know the relationship I have with snakes.”

Slash pulled you completely into him and kissed your head while chuckling. “Hey, the snakes are part of the Slash package deal! Don’t tell them, but I missed you more than them.”