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You Belong With Me (Part 2)

AN: So I got almost 20 requests for me to do a part 2 of this so here it is lol

Peter Parker x Reader


// Masterlist //

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

Peter’s POV

“Have fun.” Y/N said. I smiled down at her. Her hand came up and pushed my hair away from my eyes. She stood on her tiptoes and place a gentle kiss on my cheek. My eyes went wide and I felt my face heat up. “Text me when you’re on your way back.” I barely heard her speak due to my head feeling like it was spinning.

“S-Sure. I’ll see you later, Y/N.“ I stuttered and scrambled out of the door. Heart racing, I leaned against the wall to calm myself. Get it together, Parker. I thought to myself.

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By Myself

Season 11 Season 12 spoilers! The reader finds out she’s pregnant and Dean kicks her out. 

Dean and Reader,  Sam, Mary, Castiel

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Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

            I had been sick for a few weeks now, I knew the reason but I have no idea how Dean would feel. Don’t get me wrong, he loves kids, but he always told me that children never belonged in the hunting life. I have everything I needed, so, while the boys were on a hunt I did the tests. The timer on the phone went off, and I went to see my fate. Two pink plus signs stared back up at me.

           I was in such a trance I didn’t hear the door open and close, I didn’t hear the boys coming down the hallway. I only knew they were home when Dean grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. Then, he saw it, I saw his jaw lock and stomp back out hearing the door slam. I dropped to my knees sobbing into my hands. I felt two arms wrap around me and I knew instantly it was Sam. “I knew he would hate me! I can’t do this by myself”

           “No, you won’t! I’ll be there for you through the whole way! Ok?” I nodded, not knowing what the next step was. Sam had moved me into his room until he could get the next steps in order. I had fallen asleep in his bed, exhausted from the crying and sobbing. I could hear the boys arguing. Things had becoming tense lately with Amara, every road leading to nowhere.

           I went to our used to be shared room and grabbed my things, I was tired of fighting with him, tired of him ignoring me or exploding at me. Now that I was pregnant though, I wouldn’t put my unborn child through that. Both boys saw me leaving, and sadly Sam was the only one who tried to stop me. I hugged him and promised to keep him in the loop, he also made me promise to get a place in town so he could help me. I reluctantly agreed, and went on my way.

           As I drove to the nearest motel, I wondered when he fell out of love with me. When did he get so disgusted with me that he just shut down. I had found an extended stay hotel and rented a room for three months. That should give me time to get things put together, and saved up. I called Sam and told him where I was, “When did he start hating me?”  “He doesn’t hate you y/n” I started sobbing, wondering where I went wrong.

           I hung up the phone and just got into bed, I was beyond exhausted and just didn’t care anymore. Over the next few days, Sam had text me in what their plans were. He could only contact me in secret because Dean would have a huge fit if he knew. The day came and I cried all day, I had lost everything in one day.

           The months had gone by, as my stomach had gotten bigger and bigger. Sam didn’t keep much contact which broke me even more. Cas had come every so often to check on me and the baby. I had finally found a two-bedroom apartment in a somewhat good area, I had found out I was having a boy. I was about seven months along and had a rare day off, so I went for a walk. I always loved when it snowed.

           I sat down on a bench in the park and just enjoyed my little world of a snow globe and hot chocolate. I heard the flutter of wings and saw Cas sit next to me, he pulled me to him and we just sat there. “I’m miss them Cas” “They miss you as well” “I know Sam does, but Dean I don’t think so. I never thought he would fall out of love with me, I thought it was forever”

           He just held me as I cried, I was starting to get cold so Cas walked me back to my place and got me comfortable. He said he would be back later and flew out, I turned on the radio and just snuggled on the couch. I fell asleep quickly, enjoying the peace and quiet.


           I was in my room, figuring out what the hell was going on. Amara had brought Mary back, and everything was chaos after that. I missed y/n greatly, but if Dean knew I kept in contact with her he would fly off the handle. There was one night I was talking to Mary and told her the situation. “You mean I have an unborn grandchild out there?” “Yeah, I wish Dean would see he’s hurting her more than he thinks”

            We said our goodbyes, hoping I could talk some sense into Dean. She needed her family right now, instead she’s all alone and has a baby to soon take care of. My phone started ringing and a panicked Cas on the other end telling me to meet them at the hospital. I told him I would be there and I would grab Dean as well.

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           I had fallen in the shower and screamed for Cas, he quickly helped me dress and rushed us to the hospital. I was laying in the bed and having the doctors and nurses rush around me, I didn’t care about me though, I was more concerned about my son. Cas assured me that he already checked on him and he was going to be ok.

           I wanted Dean, I wanted Sam, I just wanted my family. They said I would have a nasty bruise on my back, but other than that I would be ok. Cas had left the room while I got dressed, my back was hurting terribly but because I was pregnant they couldn’t give me something for the pain. I heard the door open and a gasp, I turned to see Sam and Dean looking at the huge bruise over my spine.

           “Get Out!” I gritted out, how dare they! They left me alone, in a cold and angry world. They both nodded slightly and walked back out. I started sobbing uncontrollably, angry at everything in the world. I started having a panic attack, so Cas came in and helped me through it. He just held me and let me get my anger out, after I had calmed down he helped me into the wheel chair and pushed me out.

           “Y/n, please forgive them? Your angry and I understand, but I promised that you would be taken care of. Staying with them is the only option, so please?” “Fine then Sam can stay with me” He looked at me with sad eyes and nodded back.

           I told Sam that he could take the bed, because I had to sleep on the couch. After he had made us dinner, he told me everything that had happened. “That doesn’t give him the right to hate me. I was so broken about it, I thought he would be so happy. Instead, he showed me the door” He helped me get comfortable on the couch, after that I conked out, I was too tired to fight.

           I woke up slowly to the smell of breakfast and coffee, I cracked my eyes open and saw Dean asleep on the floor next to me, Sam in the kitchen making breakfast. I tried sitting up but cried out as pain went through my spine. Dean jumped up ready to fight whatever was there, instead, he realized that I had pain.

           He sat down on the couch and put my feet on his lap, massaging them. He explained everything in detail, everything that went through his head, and how horrible it’s been without me around. I could feel my eyes water, before I knew it there were tears pouring down my cheeks. “I’m so sorry sweetheart, I never meant any of it. I made sure Cas kept an eye on you, to make sure you were ok”

           “I missed you so much Dean!” He pulled me in his lap and just held me to him. This was my home, his arms, his scent, the rumble in his chest. I started to get hungry, so he helped me up and led me to the kitchen. This was my home, my family, I looked at my boys and realized how much I missed them. We talked over breakfast, and they practically begged me to come home. I immediately agreed and knew things would go better.

           It took us a couple weeks to get the things I needed packed up. I left some things behind because I would already have them in the bunker. I had moved back into our room, and realized he had changed the room a little bit. “Dean? Is this for me?” “Yeah, Sam saw your Pinterest boards so we took a few ideas and made it up, I hope you like it”

           “I love it” I crawled into the bed, and automatically found my spot on the bed. “I have one more surprise” He helped me up and put on a blindfold. It was a short distance to my other surprise, he took off the blindfold and I gasped. The room was a beautiful dark blue, with everything you needed. There were pictures on the wall of Dean and I from trips and past hunts. “Dean this is beautiful” “I wanted little man to have a room full of love, and pictures of our love.”

           After that night things went so much better that I could ever hope for. I was two days away from my due date and things were getting a little tense. Mary had come to finally meet the woman who stole Dean’s heart and to see the woman carrying her grandson. I waited until all five of us were eating dinner tonight to tell them what name I had decided.

           “I had an idea on the name picked out and I hope you all like it.”  I pulled out a blue blanket and handed it to Dean. In cursive writing stitched on the corner, it said ‘Jonathon Robert Winchester’. I could see tears in his eyes as he pulled me close and kissed me sweetly. Everyone at the table absolutely loved the name.

           I brought the last of the dishes to the kitchen when I felt a weird pain come across my back, I then felt water trickle down my legs. “Dean!!” He came running in like a mad man and already knew it was show time. We split and got everything we needed and headed to the hospital. The latest contraction had just finished and I was exhausted already, we pulled up to the hospital Dean helping me get out and getting me into emergency.

           They wheeled me back and got me settled but the contractions were getting closer rather quickly and I soon knew it was time to push. Dean was right by my side, supporting me and helping find the courage to keep pushing. Then I heard it, my son, he was finally here. They laid him on my chest and just cried at this miracle that was given to me. He had my y/e/c eyes and Deans dirty blonde hair.

           They cleaned him up and brought him back to me so I could breast feed him. Dean just sat on the bed and watched with tears filling his eyes. Once we were settled and Jon was sleeping in my arms, he went to get everyone to see the new addition to the family.

           I just held him, and watched him sleep in my arms. Mary, Sam and Cas came in to see us and Mary was beside herself. “Would you like to hold him?” She nodded and I handed him to her. “He’s so beautiful” After everyone had said their goodbyes, Dean laid him on his chest and got into bed with me. We just stayed that way for a while and basked in the happiness and contentment of our growing family. “I love you so much sweetheart”

           I took a deep breath and sighed “I love you too” After that I fell asleep in Deans arms knowing that life couldn’t get any better.

Coming Home - Caleb Holloway (Part Four)

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(S): Caleb Holloway, Mike Williams, Jimmy Harrell, Andrea Fleytas

Word Count: 4245

Notes: Blood, Gore, Angst, Death, Fire, Injuries, Gruesome Descriptions. Seriously, I didn’t hold back on this okay, so if any of this affects you, do not read. We also have bone shattering, a lot of upsetting scenes, and some quite emotional ones. Thanks to @dumbass-stilinski for proofreading as usual!

This is very hard-going, please, be careful when reading this. There is no build up, it is extremely hard going from the first word to the last.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do one where Zay is jealous of Lucas and Maya bc of how much time Lucas is spending with her and not him? Idk I just thought that would be cute and funny!❤️ love your writing!

//Aww thank you for reading my writing!! And for the request!!//

-Zay The Totally Not Jealous Best Friend-

“Look at them. Look at their stupid smiles and listen to their stupid laughter.”

Zay was sitting in Topanga’s, his head resting on his hand and eyes narrowed at the couple who was sitting at the counter, arguing about what was the best dessert while putting bits of frosting on each other.

Farkle turned to look at the couple then back to Zay. “What do you mean? I thought you wanted Lucas and Maya to be together.”

“I did. Now I don’t because apparently I don’t exist anymore.“ 

Farkle smiled. “That’s ridiculous. Lucas is your best friend.”

“Best friend? I don’t even know who he is anymore.”  Zay shook his head.

“You don’t think you’re exaggerating just a little bit?”

Zay looked at Farkle offended. Dramatically he placed a hand over his chest. “Exaggerating? Lucas hasn’t hung out with me because he’s always with Maya.”

“So why don’t you just ask to hang out with both of them?”

“You think I haven’t tried. Watch this.” He said nodding his head to the couple holding hands on their way out of the coffee place.

“Hey! Can I come with you guys?”

Maya gave Zay a look as if he was a stranger asking an idiotic question. “What? No.” With that she pulled Lucas away and out the door.

Zay waved his arm at the now empty doorway. “You see?”

“Just give them time.”


Lucas sat down with a lunch tray, next to Zay. “Hey man.”

Zay looked up. “Oh? Did you remember you had a best friend?”

Lucas took a bite out of his burger and tilted his head at this best friend. “What’s wrong?”

Zay scoffed. “What’s wrong? You’ve just spent so much time with Maya I wasn’t sure you remembered me anymore.”

Lucas laughed. “Maya and Riley went outside to eat today.”

“Oh so you’re only eating with me because your little girlfriend is busy.”

“No I just wanted to each lunch with my best friend. By the way have you seen him because I miss him.”

Zay smiled. “Alright alright.” He was about to ask Lucas something when Maya came barging through the cafeteria door.


Lucas stood up quickly and walked over to the blonde haired girl who was hunched over trying to catch her breath. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“There’s a …..there’s….there’s a freaking taco truck outside. Can you believe it?”

Zay groaned because he knew exactly what was coming next.

“A taco truck?” Lucas said just as excitedly.

“Come on. We have to try all of them.” She pulled Lucas away by the arm and Lucas turned to wave. “Later man.”

“Are you kidding me?!” Zay exclaimed with his arms raised in frustration, but the couple was gone.

Zay appeared next to Lucas’ locker. “Ready for practice?”

Lucas shut the door of the locker and shook his head. “Nah. I’m skipping.”

“Skipping? You can barely hit the ball with the bat.”

“Hey I’m getting better. ” Lucas said defensively. “Anyways I’m going with Maya to-”

Zay didn’t let him finish and put his hand up to stop him from talking. “You are /not/ skipping to hang out with Maya.”

“But I-”

“Nope. If you’re skipping practice fine. But you’re skipping to hang out with me.”

“I already told Maya I would-”

“No. You can tell her no. You’re hanging with me. Because we haven’t hung out in forever. Remember last Friday?  I asked if you wanted to go see the new X-Men movie but you said you had already gone with Maya. Then when I asked how it was you didn’t tell me anything. You told me a story about how Maya got you guys free popcorn. ”

“That was a great story. You have to admit.”

“Not the point. We’re hanging out.”

“Why are you so upset?” Lucas said, but then broke out into a smile. “Wait” He started laughing “Are you jealous?”

“I am NOT!”

“You are!” He patted him on the back. “No worries man. Fine. Your house in an hour. See ya.”

“I’m not jealous!!” Zay yelled at Lucas who was walking away.

Zay smiled when Lucas came in through the door, but frowned when Maya came walking in with him.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Relax Zay.” She was heading towards the kitchen. “I’m just going to treat myself to whatever is in your fridge and you can have your bro time with my boyfriend.” She shrugged. “It’ll be like I’m not even here.”

“Whatever” Zay rolled his eyes and tossed a controller at Lucas. “Let’s kill some zombies.”

Thirty minutes into the game Zay was yelling at the tv and at Lucas.

“You’re supposed to have my back!! It’s like you want me to get eaten by zombies.”

“It’s not my fault. Stop walking into traps how about that?” Lucas said pushing the buttons on the controller furiously.

May was sitting behind them, keeping her promise while eating popcorn. She had been listening to music while they were playing but when she saw Zay angrily stomp at the lost of a lifeline Maya took off one of her headphones. “Try crouching down then jumping up and shooting.”

“How on earth is that going to help?” Zay complained but desperately tried it anyways. The animated man on the screen did the actions and wasn’t killed by the zombie. Eyes widened he paused the game. “How did you-” He glanced at Maya.

Lucas smirked. “She’s really good. We’re on level 35 already.”

Instead of being angry that Lucas had played the game without him he stood up and handed her the controller. “Show me how it’s done, Hunter.”

Maya smiled and slid onto the couch. Lucas moved over to the arm of the couch  next to her and handed Zay the other controller and pretty soon Maya was commanding Zay on what he should be doing in order to more effectively kill the zombies.

At around 8, Lucas  kissed Maya on the head. “It’s getting late. I should walk you home.”

Zay couldn’t help but smile at them. “You guys are cute. I always knew you’d make a great couple.”

“Thank you?” Maya replied while smiling.

“I’m sorry I annoyed you about not hanging out with me.” He said to Lucas.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for ignoring you.” Lucas replied back.

“Maya, you can come play video games with us any time by the way.”

“Sure. But remember….” She leaned on Lucas’ shoulder and tiptoed to kiss him on the cheek. “He’s still mine.”

“He was mine first!” Zay yelled as the couple linking arms walked out the door.

Barnes’ Books - chapter 6

Not gonna lie, this chapter is disappointing. I’m sorry. No matter what, I couldn’t get it to flow, it’s all disjointed and I hate it :/ 

I have a plan for the next chapter (when Bucky’s fiancee should appear) but I don’t blame you if you give up after this one. I’m sorry I suck.

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I definitely felt different as I walked out of the hospital. I always tried to be a positive person, although the last few months had really got me down, but I liked to see the good in people.  Knowing that Bucky had seen my picture, and cared enough to think James would like it, that made me feel warm inside. Sure, Bucky was a bit of an ass, but he made his granddad smile, and that did endear me to him.

Yeah, I’ll admit there was a bit of vanity in there too. Hearing ‘you have talent’ was nice. And yes, OK, you win. Bucky was pretty good looking, fine, yes. So knowing he’d mentioned me was a bit of a boost. I’d been dumped! It was nice to be on someone’s radar, even if a little voice in my head was whispering ‘he probably said ‘that crazy cat hair woman who hangs around drew this’…’ Whatever it was, I felt more positive than I had done for a while. I’d wallowed for a while, and while knew the positivity wouldn’t last, I had to make hay while the sun shines and all that. Not that it was, shining that is. Rain again. But that was OK. I splashed back from the hospital to my flat, and decided to take stock.  

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I See The Light

Prompt:  Imagine your OTP recreating the lantern scene from Tangled.

Request:  Prompt 24 for tom holland please? Idk otherwise free range :))

24. “Just because.”

Peter Parker x Reader

AN: I don’t actually know if there’s like a good lake near NYC because I’ve never been but let’s pretend there is one lol also i know that they announced that Peter is 15 but i’m making him around 17 in this one

// Masterlist //

Originally posted by peterparkerdaily

Originally posted by powerpaffgerl

And at last I see the light
And it’s like the fog has lifted
And at last I see the light
And it’s like the sky is new 

“I love this scene. It’s so romantic.” I told my boyfriend, Peter. 

We were having movie night and I somehow convinced him to watch Tangled with me. Peter had his arm around me and I had my head on his chest as we cuddled on his bed. 

“I’ve always wanted to try flying those lanterns.” I said. Peter hugged me tighter and rubbed my arm. 

“Really?” He asked, looking down to glance at me. I looked up to meet his eyes.

“Yeah, it seems fun and it looks really pretty.” I smiled.

You’re really pretty.” He told me. I rolled my eyes and giggled. My cheeks felt warm as he complimented me. 

“And you’re really cheesy.” 

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Sick Days

Originally posted by marveldaily

Peter Parker X Reader

By: The Daydreamer, Brenna

Warnings: Nothing, just fluff

Word Count: 575, sorry for it being short, it just felt like it should be short

Request: “So I’m super sick at the moment and feel like crap. Could you write a Peter imagine where his girlfriend is sick and he takes care of her? Thanks, I love your blog!” 

I willing to accept requests and my tag list is always open.  Thank you all so much and enjoy!


A/N: I hope that this works as a good answer to your request.  I have had somewhat of a writer’s block and so writing has been kind of hard the past few weeks.  Thank you for the request though, I love to see what you come up with and I love writing stuff that my readers will like.

You were curling up on the couch, turning on a movie and cuddling up in blankets, when there was a knock on the door.  You flipped around to see Peter peeking through the door.  He smiled as you motioned for him to come in.

“Hey, what are you doing here?  Don’t you have school?”  Your sore throat made your voice quiet and raspy.

“So do you, but you are sick and need someone to take care of you.”  He set a brown grocery bag from the nearby grocery store on the counter.  From it, he pulled a container of chicken noodle soup, several Sprites, and a bottle of cough syrup.

“Peter, you don’t need to do that.  You do need to go to school.”  He tried to stand up but sat back down after the world started to spin.

“Yes.  You know that your powers make your sickness worse.  You shouldn’t be alone when you are sick.”  He came over, opening the bottle of cough syrup.  “Now open your mouth.”

“Okay, Dr. Parker.”  You gave a little raspy laugh, taking the cough medicine from him.  You poured out the recommended portion and gave the bottle back to Peter.

“Good.  Now, what are watching?”  He went over to the counter, sticking the cough syrup back in the bag.  He then grabbed two spoons and the chicken noodle container.  

“Just the Disney Classics.  Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, Tangled, all of them.”  You settled back into the couch, making room for Peter.  He came over and sat next to you, handing you a spoon.

“Perfect.  We have all day, so let’s start.”  You smiled and turned the movie back on.

“You shouldn’t be sharing food with me.  It will get you sick, Peter.”  You gave him a concerned look as he opened the container and stuck a spoon in it.

“Well, I am willing to take that risk because I am not going to let you sit here and eat this soup by yourself.”  You let out another raspy laugh and turned to the TV.  After some time, when the chicken noodle soup was gone, Peter got up to take care of it.  He came back with a bottle of Sprite for each of you.  You smiled and cuddled up close to him, stealing some of his warmth to heat your freezing body.  You eventually fell asleep in his arms.

When you woke up, you looked up to see Peter asleep next to you.  You smiled, trying not to shift and wake him up.  It didn’t work.  He stirred awake and smiled when he saw your face.  

“Hey, sleepy head.  How are you feeling?”

“Better, it helped to have you here.”  You shifted to look Peter in the face.  You felt his hands pushing back your hair from your face.

“Well, I would do anything for you.  After all, you are my girlfriend.”  You smiled at the pure admiration in his eyes.  Man, you loved this brown-eyed boy.

“Thanks.  It makes my life so much better to know I have the world’s best boyfriend.”  You leaned up slightly and gave Peter a peck on the nose.

“Careful, you will get me sick.” He gave you a teasing look. You just slapped him lightly.

“Shut up or you won’t another one.”

“Okay.”  He then leaned down and gave one of his amazing forehead kisses.  You just smiled and closed your eyes, enjoying this sweet day you had had with him.


A/N: Hannah’s Criminal Minds Quote Challenge! @hanny-bananny @coveofmemories My quote for this challenge, that I had to work in, in some way, was Come near my team, and I will end you.” It won’t be worked in during this piece, it’ll be worked in later on.

P.S. If I have enough interest in this, I will likely continue it. If you want to be tagged in future pieces, PLEASE don’t hesitate to let me know ;)


I’m not that person anymore. I’ve worked so hard to leave that life behind. Starting at the BAU, after scratching my way up the ladder…this should be one of the greatest days of my life…

Two days after earning your long-awaited spot on the team, he approached you. “Sierra Cheverie,” he said, holding his hand out to introduce himself. That wasn’t you - not anymore. “I know all about you.” He wanted revenge. And he knew every sordid detail of your past. All of the things you did because you felt you needed to, all of the people you associated with because you had nowhere else to go…He knew it all.

Threats were made. Not on your life. “Of course not,” he said softly, taking either side of his suit jacket in his hands and pulling them closer together. Adjusting himself. After all, he had people he needed to look good for. “Someone else. Many someones.” 

What does he want with me? Who does he want to hurt? No one can know what I used to be.

His bodyguards had come up behind you, all black suits and sunglasses, like a bad movie, ushering you into his home. “You’ll have to excuse the size,” he said, taking you off guard. It was an enormous house, but apparently he was used to even loftier and luxurious accommodations. “Since I was released from prison, I’ve had to downsize a bit. I have to crawl my way back up…just like you.” His tanned skin and thin lips spread to reveal an abnormally white set of teeth. Unsettling. Despite the smile, something sinister lay underneath. “But I’ll get there eventually. And with your help, I can have my revenge on the people that ruined me. Took my wife and kids away. My money. My reputation.” 

The man stared off into the distance, presumably thinking about the people that ‘ruined’ him. His handlers placed a hand on either of your shoulders, pushing you down to sit on the couch. “They need to pay for what they’ve done to me.” Reaching over, he grabbed a folder from his right-hand man and proceeded to pull out pictures. 

“Derek Morgan.”


“Emily Prentiss. Jennifer Jareau.”


“Penelope Garcia. Aaron Hotchner.”

This can’t be happening.

“David Rossi. You’re dating the other one, so that would be too obvious. He’ll be left out, but the rest…”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and clutched at your chest, before looking up into his ice cold eyes. “Who are you?” you asked, realizing you didn’t even know his name. “What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?” All of the strength you’d built up since leaving that life behind, vanished like a wisp of smoke in the air. Again, you had been reduced to a cowering child. Instead of quaking and shirking away from the wide, calloused hand of your ex-boyfriend (Assaulter? Pimp? John? You didn’t know what to call him anymore), you were quivering in front of a man with more money, power and pull than anyone you’d ever known. 

“My name is Bentley Ashton and I’m a patient man,” he said, crouching down to meet your astounded gaze. “Over the next few years, I will give you instructions on how to destroy or kill a member of your new team. If you do it, at the end, I will allow you to destroy every piece of information I have on you. If you don’t, I will release everything I know about you out into the world, and if you tell them of my plans, I’ll kill him.”

The tang of copper filled your mouth as you realized you’d been biting your tongue hard enough to taste blood. Not him. Anyone but him. Kill me instead. “Stay away from Spencer,” you gritted through clenched teeth. It took every ounce of courage to threaten this man with no backup and no gun on you. “He’s done nothing to you. None of them have. They were just doing their jobs.”

“Their jobs cost me my life,” he said coolly. “I’ve waited a very long time for this, and I’ll have my revenge with or without your help. But remember, if you’re not of use to me, I’ll dispose of you.” Make yourself useful, bitch. That’s what he used to say to you. “Don’t worry. As I said, I’m a patient man. I’ll give you a week to decide what you’re going to do.”

His men came back from the marble-tiled kitchen with files in hand - a bright red folder, filled with information Mr. Ashton had dug up about your past. “This is what I have on you. I think it’s more than enough to get you thrown off of the team you worked so hard to join and into prison. Remember all of this when you make your decision.”

Without another word, he waved his hands to his men. Pressure was put on your back, and with a few clicks of your heels, you were out the door and on the steps - alone again. Ten years of freedom…and now this. 

Now, it was two days into your supposed deadline and you were starting at the BAU. I should be happy. But you couldn’t get yourself to smile. “Woah,” Penelope said as you walked in. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? You look miserable.” Oh great. Maybe I should just quit this before I even start. If I can’t convince Penelope, who although a genius in her own right is no profiler, that I’m okay when I’m not, then how am I supposed to convince an unsub I agree with him when I don’t? Fucking hell.

“First day jitters, I guess,” you said with a strained smile. 

Light footsteps snuck up behind you and the man attached to them snuck a kiss in the crook of your neck. “Good morning, babe,” Spencer said. You couldn’t help but smile. He was everything you’d ever wanted in a man. The complete opposite of the man that held you captive while still giving you the ability to walk around and ‘do what you wanted.’ “Are you nervous? You’re going to be amazing.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you said smoothly. Outwardly, you’d actually managed to sound convincing, but the voice in your head was screaming, I’m a fuck up, I’m a fuck up, I’m a fuck up. “I just need to get going and find my footing.” 

“Oh sweetheart,” Penelope said, looping her arm in yours without realizing that the gesture was ripping out your insides. “Anyone Boy Genius over here recommends is good by us. You’ll be fine. Let’s head in there, shall we?”

Spencer followed behind but reached in front of you to hand you your normal morning coffee order - large, milk, sugar, espresso shot. What the hell were you supposed to do? Should you run and change identities again? Should you risk telling the team of your past, and in turn risk their lives anyway? Should you take a completely different route and end your own life so your past didn’t have to be revealed? A cough brought up bile, stinging your throat and leaving a sour taste in your mouth.

If there was anything you knew about yourself, it was that you were a coward. There was no way you’d be able to end your own life. But you were too ashamed to tell the team of your past? Maybe if you “tried” to do what Ashton wanted and “failed” he would find another way to go about his evil plan and you could work on the side that you were meant to fight on. Feeling in your pocket, you crumpled the card in your hand, running your fingers over the raised text of the burner phone number he’d given you.

For a weakling like you, there was no other way out.


Before he’d had a beautiful wife, two boys he’d been raising in his image, a loving family, and a reputation as an esteemed businessman and governmental figure. Now…this. He barely had enough money to support his lifestyle. Even had to sell a few of his prized cars in order to buy his way out of prison. He had no misconceptions about what this new life plan would bring him. His wife wouldn’t come crawling back to him. His boys would still look at him with disdain. His family wouldn’t ever acknowledge his existence again. He’d never have a career in politics. But he could build up his fortune again, and he could have his revenge on the scum that ripped all of his hard work away and ruined his life. If he got his revenge, that would be enough.

As he looked in the mirror, he pulled his lip down to examine his teeth, make sure he didn’t have anything in teeth before adjusting his suit again. “She’ll call today,” he said to his reflection – amazed that he still looked so handsome after all that time in prison. “Luck’s about to turn around.”

To all my #vegan friends: I’m just about finished reading this book, and man! there is so much useful insight on how to best communicate the animal rights message. In my own humble opinion, I think there are a lot of well-intentioned vegans out there who, without knowing it, end up pushing people away from the cause, simply by how they communicate. I remember back when I was NOT a vegan, and how turned off I’d get by the overbearing vegan - even though I’m sure a part of what they were preaching made some sense to me. This book is really helping me understand how much more effective I could be if I took some of these ideas into consideration. Anyway, today, I’m sending EXTRA LOVE to all my #vegan animal rights activist friends as well as all of my non-vegan friends who may be considering the change. 🖤

Imagine dating Chris.

A/N: This is part 2 to ‘Imagine Chris falling in-love with at first sight’, however this can be read as a one shot. If you want to read part 1 first, it can be found here. Also, I’ll be updating my masterlist soon so keep an eye out for that; link is in my bio.

Chris woke up before you, like he always did. You were pretty sure his acting job ruined his ability to sleep-in but you didn’t mind because it meant you always had breakfast waiting for you in the kitchen. The two of you’d been together for almost a year now, but it felt longer than a year in a very good way. You met Chris fourteen months ago when you won the Christopher Haven’s draw; the prize being the chance to meet Chris Evans and spend the day with him. You could still remember how nervous you were when you met him- you could barely even remember your name, but that didn’t matter because Chris didn’t need your name to know you were the one he wanted to be with. He fell in-love with you at first glance, just like you did when you saw Captain America: The First Avenger for the first time.

Things between the two of you progressed pretty quickly. He spent the day with you because of the contest, but he didn’t need the obligation to want to continue spending time with you. He was so smitten that he invited you to stay for another week- all expenses on him- because he didn’t want to see you go. You agreed without thinking twice because how could you not? This wasn’t just any ordinary man, this was the man you’d been dreaming about being with since you were sixteen. Even if you had just one week with him, you had to jump at the opportunity.

You remembered how sweet Chris was, how much a gentleman he was leaving you with a gentle kiss on the cheek. You remembered freaking out when Hunter asked you how things went. You could even remember the phone call with your mom and how she was surprisingly calm when you told her you were kinda sorta dating Chris Evans. Every day you’d call her with an update, telling her about how perfect Chris was that day and how he was everything you’d imagined he’d be. Every day she’d respond with the same thing, in a calm and collected voice “I’m really happy for you, sweetheart.” That nonchalance faded when you returned home after your extended time in Boston, with Chris, announcing that the two of you were officially dating.

Chris turned onto his side so he could watch you sleep, he enjoyed doing that. Actually- he just enjoyed you. He could spend hours with you and not ever get sick of your company, the two of you didn’t even have to do or say anything; the silence was always comfortable. He shuffled as close as he possibly could to you, gently wrapping an arm around you so you’d subconsciously adjust and snuggle into him. He pressed his nose against your strawberry scented hair and quietly breathed you in, smiling because he could do this forever.

“Are you smelling my hair again?” You asked when you were aroused from your sleep. You heard Chris chuckled softly then felt him press a soft kiss onto the top of your head. You felt a chuckle escape your throat and you pressed your face into his t-shirt. “You are so weird,” you mumbled into his chest.

“As weird as you were when you came to my house for the first time,” he poked your side and you giggled. “Don’t think I didn’t know you were lying about being cold so I’d lend you one of my sweaters. You just wanted to see what I smelt like without actually smelling me, you weirdo.” You smirked smugly and he couldn’t help but smile. “So did my scent live up to your expectation?”

“No,” you lied; of course it did, that man always smelt one hundred percent. “Your sweater smelt like Dodger and mothballs.” You quipped and he laughed. “Actually, no. Dodger smells better than that sweater.”

“Well then- Can I get it back?”

“Hell no,” you giggled and he chuckled. “I like mothballs,” you teased and kissed his jaw. He smiled and dipped his head, pressing his lips against yours. You pushed his face away before he could deepen the kiss and covered your mouth, trying not to giggle. “Let me brush my teeth first,” you mumbled into your hand.

“You do this every morning,” he groaned with an amused smile. “I don’t care about your breath, I just want your lips on mine.” He pulled your hand away and kissed you again before you could argue. “Mm…” He hummed and you smiled, melting into his tender kisses. “God,” he whispered when he broke the kiss, “you are so beautiful in the morning.”

“That’s my line,” you giggled.

He chuckled and gave you a quick peck on the lips before he pulled away and got out of bed. He stretched and glanced over his shoulder at you, smiling. You smiled back, knowing he was going to get breakfast ready. “What do you feel like?” He asked, his hand on the door handle. “Do you want cereal, pop tarts, or proper breakfast?”

“How dare you?” You feigned offense and he chuckled softly because this was a road the two of you’d been down many a time. “Cereal is proper breakfast, as are pop tarts.” He nodded, rolling his eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me,” you laughed and threw a pillow at him which he swiftly caught.

“Cereal can be proper breakfast if you eat the proper breakfast cereals, but no-” he chuckled. “You eat Fruit Loops and Lucky Charms and- God knows what other sugary rainbow treats. They have no nutritional value whatsoever, just like your pop tarts.”

“You sound like my mom,” you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, and that lady knows what she’s talking about.” He tossed the pillow back onto the bed. “I’m going to go make you proper breakfast food, brush up then come join me in the kitchen. Yeah?” He asked and you nodded, sitting up. “Usually I’d tell you to brace yourself before I open the bedroom door but- we’re not in Boston.”

You chuckled, knowing he was talking about Dodger and how he loved barreling in and pouncing onto you while you were still snug and half-asleep. “He’s such a dork,” you chuckled softly to yourself and Chris nodded, smiling. “I can’t wait to see him.”

“Luckily you’re moving in with me next week,” he reminded you and you smiled excitedly. “Y/N-” He began then cut himself off, pressing his lips together. Your eyes narrowed slightly at his odd behavior and he quickly returned to your side, sitting down to explain. “I want you to move in with me, I just- I want you to want it too.”

“If I didn’t want to, don’t you think I would’ve told you already? I am- like you said- very opinionated and stubborn,” you reminded him and he chuckled softly. “I love you and I want to do this,” you assured him. “If I want a future with you- and I do, we have to try this. All this flying back and forth, and doing the long distance thing- it’s tiring. If I can be where you are, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you’re giving up a lot to accommodate this?”

“It’s called compromising, it’s important in relationship.” You teased him and he chuckled softly. “I’m not giving up a lot, okay? This apartment is a lease, you have a house. I’m a writer, I can write anywhere.” He was about to remind you what he did for a job when you interrupted him. “You’re an actor, yes but- Boston’s your home base. All your family is there, your friends. I can’t ask you to give that up.”

“And somehow I can?”

“I can always visit,” you told him, smiling. “Chris, I want to do this. Other than my family and friends, I don’t really have an attachment to Los Angeles. But I do have a special place in my heart for Boston considering it’s where we met,” you reminded him and the two of you shared a smile. “Don’t worry, baby.” You cupped his face in your hands and rubbed gentle circles into his cheeks. “Everything is going to be fine,” you assured him. “Do you want to know why?”

“Why?” He managed a small smile despite his concerns.

“Because I have you now,” you told him and smiled which widened his. “And you are all I need. Well- you and my sugary rainbow treats,” you joked and he laughed, lowering his gaze and revealing his long lashes.

“You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” You bit back your smug smile. “Pretty sure you said it was love at first sight.”

Prince of the Sea - Part 1

So this might be kinda wierd, but this idea has been stuck in my head for a few days now. I don’t really know where i was going with this, so if you have any ideas let me know!

i also kinda wanna do one that is similar to Arial. Where the reader is a mermain, and Damian is the Prince. It would be different but similar! Let me know what you think!


Jason Todd has wandered outside of the safety of Atlantis. I had seen a ship, a small one, probably for fishing, but Jason had never seen a human before and he was curious. Bruce, the King of Atlantis, had forbid anyone from leaving but Jason had always been a rebel, he had always been the “wayward Prince”.

“What do we have here?!” Jason whipped around, his eyes quickly scanning the open ocean. “It looks like we have a little fish to play with, Harley!”

“Joker” Jason growled

“Hello, Princie!”

The shark flicked his fin, slowly circling the young Prince, driving him back to where the mines are. The explosives are one of the reasons why Bruce didn’t want any of the merpeople to leave Atlantis.

“Harley, Joker, I don’t want any trouble …” Jason tried.

“Too late!” Harley sang. The lionfish mermaid darts forward, almost hitting Jason with her tail. While her poisoned tail isn’t deadly to merpeople, it stings. “You came all the way out here! We just want to play! It’s been so boring since King Bruce banished us!”

“You killed almost 100 citizens of Atlantis! You’re crazy!” Jason shouted

“Oh we’ll show you crazy, Fishboy” Joker snarled, baring his sharp teeth in a grin. Jason can already tell that this isn’t going to end well.

You’re out fishing for your family. Your Papa is sick today, so it’s been left up to you to go out and get food. You cast your nets and sit back to wait. Hopefully you’ll get a glimpse of Atlantis. After King Bruce revealed to humans that merpeople were real, and that humans were getting too close to Atlantis, people had started to respects the kingdoms borders. Ships weren’t allowed within 100 feet of the Atlantian border, and merpeople weren’t allowed outside of the city, but on good days, you could just make out the glittering towers.

“Wait, what’s that?” you whisper.

Underneath you is a mine field, so you have to be careful where you cast your net. You can also see several moving figures underneath your boat, drifting through the bombs. Two shapes are corralling another one deeper into the mine field, it’s obvious that the one being corralled is trying to fight back against the other two.

“What’s going on down there?”

The red finned merman is getting dangerously close to one of the mines. You reach out and grab your harpoon, taking aim at the large circling shark. Even though it’s a huge risk, you could accidentally hit one of the Mines and kill everyone down there, but if you don’t do anything, the merman would surly die.

Suddenly the water below you shoots up. One of the bombs had just gone off. Your boat is thrown into the air and you are knocked into the water. Thankfully the bomb was one on the outskirts, so it didn’t set off any other ones, unfortunately the merman was floating listlessly and the shark was coming straight at you. You aim the harpoon and shoot, lodging it in his side. As soon as the shark and mermaid leave you start to swim toward the unconscious merman, you really hope he isn’t dead.

Surfacing with a gasp, you make sure to keep the merman under water. Swimming with one hand you manage to get back to your boat. You heave yourself into it, and reach back into the water, praying that merpeople can breathe air. Miraculously as soon as his gills come in contact with the air they close and he heaves up a lungful of water in order to breathe air.

“I don’t even know how to get you back to your people”

Leaning down you examine the burns the litter the merman’s back and fins. You have some supplies back at your house, things to help heal burns, but that means you have to take him with you.

“Wha’ happ’ned?” he mumbled, trying to push himself up,

“You hit a mine, those other two were trying to kill you. I pulled you onto my boat, but you’re really hurt. Can I take you back to my house? I have thinks there that will help with your burn”

He nods, letting out a soft whine, “It hurts”

“I’m so sorry, it’ll feel better when we get back to the shore, but I need you to keep talking to me. Tell me something about yourself. Like … what’s your name?”

The man lets out a series of clicks and chirps, “I don’ think you c’n say it”

“Yeah, no. I can’t say that. Do you want to be called anything else?” You ask, starting to paddle towards shore. It’ll take about 30 minutes to get there, but you try to hurry.

“Jason is t’e closest human name”

“Alright, Jason. My name’s Y/N. Do your fin’s have to be kept wet?”

He shakes his head weakly, “No, they produce mucus, makes it easier to swim, keeps them moist”

“Alright …”

“Hold on “

Jason lets out a low groan, stretching his body out and suddenly his scales rippled and started to fade, revealing two human legs.

“I didn’t know you could do that?!”

Jason shifts again, curling up on his uninjured side, as if he expects you to hurt him, “Not many humans do. Congrats” He shifts upright and eyes the other oar, “do you need any help rowing?”

“No! I don’t want you shifting around all that much without being treated! You could hurt yourself”

He nods, “You’re probably right. I think my arm’s broken”

You sigh, “Well, it’s not my fault you decided to go outside of Atlantis”

Jason flushes dark red, “I was curious. I hadn’t ever seen a human up close before, and I was never attacked any other time. I just … I just wanted to come up and say hi. You were the closest a human has ever gotten.”

“Well, you met one. And now you have to stay with one until you’re strong enough to go back”

“I would have made it back” Jason pouts and crosses his arms, “I didn’t NEED your help”

“You liar!” You laugh, “If I hadn’t grabbed you then that shark would have gotten you, and you would have died. I couldn’t just go nothing!”

“I’m glad you helped, it really would have sucked to be shark food”

You shake your head and continue to row. “Take a nap, Jason. You might not feel the pain now because you’re in shock, but by the time we get back you’ll be dried out and in pain.”

Jason nodded and curled up on top of the nets, “Thank you”

“You’re welcome, Jason”

Second Choice Part 2! - A Carl Grimes Imagine

Hey guys! Thank you for liking and reblogging! It means a lot :) anyways here’s part 2! I hope y'all like it! Sorry about the wait! Let me know if you would like a part 3! Or send me a request and I’ll make it! :)

I still couldn’t believe what happened. Carl really chose that bitch over me. I never thought in a million years Carl and I would end, especially like that. All I kept thinking was all the times I have spent with Carl. We were together since the prison. We started dating just a bit before the prison got taken down. Tears were still rolling down from my eyes. It felt like I have been crying for hours. Why Enid? Why her? I’ve never liked her and I’ve told Carl that I wish he would stay away from her. I mean, I did when he told me to stop talking to Ron because he had a bad vibe from him; but when I asked, he said Enid was just a friend. God I felt so stupid. Of course he’d pick her over me. I’m just an average girl. Carl didn’t know any other teenage girl really besides me so I was his only option. I decided to sit on the ground and rest. I’ve been walking for a while and my legs hurt. It was then that I started hysterically crying. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I felt so stupid crying over a boy. I haven’t cried this much since my family died. I wasn’t only losing my boyfriend, but also my best friend. I had no one. My thoughts were quickly interrupted by someone.

“Well look what we have here” a man said.

I looked up and saw two men who looked like they were in the late 20s to mid 30s.

“What is a beautiful girl like you doing here all by yourself” the other man said to me with a smirk.

I tensed up. My eyes were wide and full of fear.

“Don’t worry sweetie, we’ll take care of you” the first man told me with a smirk.

I was about to get up and run but the guys pushed me down.

“Make a sound and we will kill you”

Tears filled my eyes and I knew what was coming next.

Carl’s POV
A few of us got out of the car; I knew Y/N better than any of them. I figured she would’ve gone through the forrest instead of staying on the main road. I took off into the woods with Daryl and my dad right behind me.

“Slow down Carl!” My dad yelled

I couldn’t slow down. Y/N could be hurt. I kept calling out her name. I knew she would never forgive me. Y/N is my best friend, the love of my life. We would always talk about growing old together and getting married and having kids. Fuck I messed up so bad. I started crying which made it harder for me to see. I tripped over a branch and just lost it. Daryl and my dad caught up to me and my dad just hugged me.

“D-dad. I fucked up. I fucked up big time” I said as I balled my eyes out in front of him and Daryl.

“We will find her Carl. I promise. Y/N is strong. Hell, if anyone can survive on their own out here, it’s her.” My dad said.

I just looked at him. He was right. Y/N was so strong. When we lost each other after the prison, Y/N was alone for what seemed like a few months. I don’t know how she did it, but she did. She found her way back to me. It was crazy how we found each other. We always found each other. A smile grew across my face.

“We are going to find her, huh” I said to them. I looked up at my dad and then at Daryl. He looked like he was crying as well.

“Alright you bunch of sissies” he sniffed “ let’s go get our Y/N back. ”

I was surprised Daryl hadn’t killed me yet. I hurt Y/N and he protected her like his own. He was like her big brother. I remember him telling me how he’d skin me alive if I ever hurt her. My thoughts were interrupted when we heard screams. It sounded like Y/N.

I screamed as omne of them lowered himself to me and started touching me and kissing me all over.

“Get off of me!” I yelled trying to fight him off.

“I told you not to make a sound” the man said as he smacked me across the face.

He was a lot stronger than I was. I kneed him in the balls and pushed him off. I got up and tried to run but the other man grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back to the ground.

“Shut the fuck up you little bitch, you ain’t goin nowhere” He spat at me.

He tried removing my clothes and I screamed for help. He slapped me harder than the first guy did and my vision went blurry.

“Please don’t do this. ” I asked as he started to unbutton my pants.

The other guy came over to me and punched me in the face.

“You stupid slut.” He said punching me again.

He held my hands down so I couldn’t try and fight back. Then man on top of me suddenly fell right on top of me.

“What the fu-”

The guy holding my hands started to say until he fell back. I looked up and saw Carl pushing the guy off of me. He pulled me up and just held me. I started to cry in his arms. He sat me up and walked over to the guy other guy and started punching him left and right. Daryl came over to me and asked if I was hurt. I looked at the guy on the ground and saw he has an arrow sticking out of him; Daryl had shot the men with his crossbow. Rick went over to Carl who was still beating up the other man.

“Carl enough” Rick said pulling his son off of the guy.

The guy was shot in the chest while the other guy was shot in the head, killed instantly. Rick then went to the guy on the ground and pushed the arrow deeper into his chest. The guy screamed in pain. Rick took his knife out and stabbed him in the head. He walked over to me and hugged me.

“I’m glad you’re okay Y/N. Are you hurt anywhere? Did they” he paused “touch you?”

I shook my head. That’s when Carl came over to us. He fell to the ground and took me out of Daryl’s arms. He wrapped his arms around me and cried.

“I’m such an idiot. I should’ve never let you go. I love you and only you Y/N.”

I just sat there in his arms crying. Rick interrupted us.

“Guys, we gotta get out of here. The walkers are getting close. ”
We got back to Alexandria. The others left me and Carl alone because they knew we had to talk. We were in our room and I still haven’t said a word to him.

“Y/N” he said quietly. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I just want to apologize. I know a sorry won’t cut it but I really mean it. I should’ve never went out to the woods with Enid..”

Her name made me cringe.

“..I’m such a fuck up. I don’t deserve you. You’re the love of my life and I let her get in the way. I am truly sorry Y/N.”

I just stayed still looking at the ground. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I’m surprised I haven’t ran out of tears from crying so much.

“Y/N, babe. Please talk to me, say something to me, spit at me, hit me, do something to me” Carl went on.

“You’re not even worth it Carl.” Was the first thing I told him since that day with Enid. “Carl you hurt me so badly. You made me feel like shit.”

“Babe I’m really sorry. I-”

I cut him off.

“I wasn’t finished.” He stopped and looked down. “I felt like I just lost my best friend. When you told me to stay away from Ron I did, but you couldn’t stay away from Enid when I asked? Carl, I haven’t felt so betrayed before in my life. I can’t be your second choice.”

“Y/N I don’t want Enid or anyone else. I made a huge mistake. It was just nice to have things in common with someone else and I let that overpower my feelings for you. But when I watched you leave” he paused for a second trying not to lose it and start to cry. “I-I knew that I didn’t care about any of that. I only care about you. Who else is going to call me a dork because I obsess over comic books and video games? Who else is going to tell me how annoying I am when it’s my turn to get Judith and I make you go get her because I don’t want to stop reading? Y/N, you are my other half.”

He lifted my chin up so we could make eye contact. I looked into his beautiful blue eyes which were now red from crying.

“Your smile that brightens up my day, your eyes that show your compassion towards others, your heart which is filled with so much love. You give me hope for a better world. I don’t expect you to forgive me, Y/N but I just wanted to let you know that you are the one for me. No one else could replace you.”

I just sat there. He let out a sigh and looked down.

“Carl, I love you. I always will, but I don’t think I could forgive you.”

I saw his body tense and he dropped his head. He started to cry softly. I placed my hand on his shoulder.

“But I can try.”

He looked up at me and put his hand on my cheek.

“Y/N, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Carl.”

We both leaned in and shared a passionate kiss.

Dear Jacob
I won’t take up too much of you time
I know you’re trying to get your video game-grind on
And that’s fine
Just gimme a second to empty my face
Before I hit the road again to go and win this paper chase
I’ve been watching you and
I’m proud of you man
You’re growing up to be the best man that you possibly can
I know you understand
Why I go out of town
I also know my days are colder when you’re not around
Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be adapted to the fact
That daddy never lived inside the same shack
And sometimes I get this pain in my stomach’s pit
It’s what I get
I’m convinced it’s my punishment
For those nights I got drunk and let go at some bar
In some city with some people I don’t know
For all the times that the lines on your face
Reminded me of the days before the dragonflies escaped
It trips me out how you pick up all my traits
From the way that you spit to the fists that you make
I watch the way you try to keep your mom happy
Daddy learned that from you
You’re supposed to learn that from daddy
I can’t teach much when it comes to women
I drive safe and slow but don’t know nothing ‘bout the engine
You’re doing good little man that’s all I really meant
I love you
You’re my best friend, thanks for listening

Dear Craig
What up bones? How it goes?
Yeah, me? Well, you know, you know, same old, same old
Sorry that the phone calls ain’t too routine
Just been runnin’ around the globe tryin’ to do my thing
Sometimes the weeks fly a little too fast
And sometimes I go to sleep a little too trashed
Other times I’m not sittin’ on enough cash
And other times today feels too much like the past
Sometimes at night I would watch y'all fight
A child wonderin’
Why your life just ain’t alright?
What’s the violence about? Why’s it in my house?
And even the memories are turned up too loud
Yeah, I got some issues in my head
Knew we should’ve started fixing 'em back when she left you
I’m not trying to get you down, I know you’re different now
But your little man just wants you to listen now
I’m over thirty, can’t maintain relations
All these women want to hurt me and I just don’t have the patience
I can’t trust them, and they’re not much help
When they start to push and pull the buttons I don’t trust myself
What pride, fists, and words just might do?
I’m afraid of my fate, don’t wanna turn out like you
I’ve never hit a woman
I won’t do coke
And for that alone I love you and I want to thank you, old man

Dear Sean
What’s going on?
Not much to say
Just checkin’ in with you, trying to see what’s wrong today
I know there’s gotta be something kicking your bruises
How’s the love? How’s the music? How’s the self-abusiveness?
Got a lot to lose, it’s breaking your shoulders
So you let your paranoia place your bets for you
Too many cigarettes, messing up your voice
Too many arguments, trying to test your poise
The only women that love you are fans and family
Mom has no choice, but fans leave you randomly
No heavy rotation
In any location
You’re not ready to face that you have no steady vocation
Plus you’re getting old, your raps are exhausted
Stop it, everybody knows that you’ve lost it
Singing for these kids you don’t know
When you should be at home with your own instead you’re on the telephone
Fighting with your girl like it’s you against the world
Another drunk hotel bedroom corner, curled up like a naked fetus
Come and save him Jesus
Place him back in time before the Reaganomics and Adidas
Sometimes you’re not impressed with the work you’ve done
And love isn’t love if you didn’t hurt someone
Your son says, “Hi dad.”
Your dad says, “Whats up?”
And me, I wanna thank you, but I won’t, I’ll just say, “Good luck.”

—  slug(atmosphere-little man)
Save me

okay, the house is on fire and y/n wants to get her engagement ring but it’s in the bedroom, justin is busy taking their son out and don’t see y/n getting out, he tries to get into the house but he can’t …….. and you continue pls? ily 💁🏽💘🌸


Originally posted by blackthesun

Originally posted by being-a-bieberqueen


It’s crazy how quickly something can change, something that could change your life forever.

“Justin!” I whimpered as he looked around for a place to go, everything around us slowly bursting to flames.

One minute were a happy family, snuggled on the couch watching a movie.

“Don’t move!"Justin shouts as he rushes through a trail of flames, and I push our son to him, Justin grabbing him.

The next, something as small as our heater being too high, causing it to burst into flames, sets our entire house on fire.

The fire travels fast, surrounding us quickly and we don’t know what to do as everything around us burns.

"Stay with me Y/N” Justin shouts as he holds our baby boy tight, pushing through to the front door before were trapped in for good.

I move to follow him, but then I remember all the stuff that will be lost in this house. All our memories, happiness, fun.

My wedding dress, his clothes I love sleeping in, and my engagement ring.

I stop short, before turning around and running up the stairs, ignoring the amount of smoke coming from around me.

I cough as I reach my bedroom. The second floor isn’t as bad as the first, just a lot of smoke, but it won’t be long until it gets there.

I run to my side of the bed and grab my ring from my nightstand, before turning and dashing towards the door, only to realize that the fire has traveled, making the ceiling in front of me drop, blocking my path.

My body freezes with fear, and this is when I know, it’s the end.

“Y/S/N , Justin, I love you”


Justin’s POV

I cough repeatedly as I get Y/S/N out the house, ignoring the crowd of people forming to watch the scene unfold.

“Y/N are you okay?” I say before turning behind me, only to notice Y/N is no where in sight.

“No” I whisper as I give Y/S/N to a neighbor, before running towards the front doors of our burning home.

Before I could enter someone stops me, making me look up at them.

“Sir you can’t go in there.” He says, but im not listening. The only thought in my mind is that I need to get to her, I need to save her.

“M-my fiancé. She’s in there!” I shout, pushing at him to get off of me but he doesn’t budge.

My blood runs cold as I hear a piercing scream come from the second floor, and before I could think I punched the man holding me, before dashing into the house.

“Somebody help me please!” I hear Y/N cry, and as I move to run up the stairs I see the flames trailing up them.

I curse under my breath.

“Y/N , baby do you hear me? It’s Justin.” I shout as loud as I can before coughing, the smoke filling my lungs.

“Justin I-I can’t get out!” Y/N calls back, her voice frantic and my heart lurches in my chest.

“Okay baby listen to me okay? I need you to move fast. Has the fire reached our bedroom?” I shout, moving from the flames next to me.

“N-no!” She whimpers

“Okay, I know people say this is bad but I need you to open the window. Once you open it, jump alright? I’ll be there to catch you.” I say

“Don’t think about it okay? Just do it! Now!” I shout, before running out of the house and to the window of our bedroom.

“I need you to spray that hose around her, she’s coming out the window!” I say to the firemen trying desperately to kill the fire.

“You! Fill the air thing up!” I say to another firemen, and pulls a string, the bed coming up immediately.

I watch as she stumbles out of the window, her eyes wide and frantic as she looks around, before closing her eyes and jumping, a shrill scream leaving her lips as she falls.

I run to her and help her off the air bed, holding her into my arms as she crys and shakes.

“I got you baby.” I say, holding her tight and she wraps her arms around me.

“I-I ju-” she starts but I cut her off, grabbing her face in my hands.

Her face was covered in the ash of the smoke, lips trembling as she shook from head to toe.

“You’re okay.” I tell her, before kissing her forehead and hugging her once more.

“Oh god Y/S/N!” She panics, moving away from me and looking around for him.

“He’s safe, he’s being checked out by the doctor.” I say, before walking us to the ambulance truck where our kid sat.

“That was a bold move you did there kid, running back in a burning house.” The paramedic said.

I shrugged. “You do crazy things when you’re in love."I say, holding her in my arms.


P.s I tried to make this sad but I couldn’t sorry lol

Private Chamber Pt. 2

Hey folks, this one’s a little shorter. Straight to the point but hopefully just as entertaining. Thanks for tuning in, enjoy! Oh also if anybody is unaware, this is part 4 of a continuous storyline. All on here. Ok. :)


Darkness. Complete darkness surrounding me as I opened my eyes. Feeling disoriented, I scanned the room remembering the intensity of the night before. Standing naked at the end of the bed, Kylo Ren stared down at me; his dark, sinister eyes were barely visible through the darkness.
“Hi” he spoke.
“What’re you doing?” I said sleepily.
“I have to go.” He replied without skipping a beat.
“Ahh I probably do too. I don’t want Phasma to get her panties in a twist.” I said and he laughed silently.
I wished we could just lie in bed all day together. I looked him up and down and felt a small sorrow in my chest, secretly longing to hold him again.
He turned, looking around the floor at his scattered clothes, running his fingers through his hair. I gazed at his strong, sexy back and stared at his ass as he bended over, picking up random pieces of black cloth and leather. With a sigh, I started to pull off his white sheets to crawl out of bed when Kylo put his hand up and force pushed me back down. It was a gentle, playful push, but still shocked me nonetheless. I went to get up again and he force pushed me back and flung the covers over me with just a flick of his wrist.
“Hey! What the hell, man!” I laughed.
“Don’t you remember? I’m going to keep you here as my slave.” He turned to look at me, biting his lip.
“Oh, well alright then.” I rolled over defeated and closed my eyes.
The blankets flung off of me and he crawled onto the bed. I lied on my stomach and he got on top of me, pressing an erection into my lower back. I couldn’t help but smile madly. His hands slipped under me and he pulled me up so that I was on all fours in front of him. Without hesitation I spread my legs and pressed against him as he slipped his cock inside me. He moved my hips back and fourth violently.
“You think you can just come up here and fuck me all night… and leave without getting a parting gift?” He said in his deep powerful voice, breathing hard.
“And what’s that? Your dick?”
“How about… A mouthful of cum.” He said, flipping me onto my back; he grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his neck. He bit my ankles and stared into my eyes. He was so gorgeous, his dark hair curlier than usual from the dirty night before.
“But you already gave that to me.” I grabbed his hand and put his fingers in my mouth, nibbling his fingertips.
“Oh but don’t you want your breakfast?” He sounded winded and was starting to perspire; I pulled away from him and made him lie back. I kissed his soft lips, feeling his cock against my clitoris and vulva. I moved down, kissing his neck and chest, his strong arms and hands, his eight-pack, happy trail and thighs. I gripped his huge erection, feeling it pulsate in my hand as I stroked the shaft and slurped the head. I licked up his precum, watching his chest rise and fall; his head lying back, mouth agape.
“Are you gonna cum for me, Kylo?” He trembled; I circled the head with my tongue until he could take it no longer. He reached down and masturbated himself, cumming all over my tongue and face. I swallowed and sat there half smiling. He looked at me and laughed, searching around for something to clean up his mess. He pulled a black hood from a drawer next to his bed and handed it to me.
“Thanks. Are you going out there all sticky and smelling like sex?” I asked him, dreaming of a hot shower.
“I will if you will.” He said with his dark, serious eyes.

He got up and I watched as he pulled on many layers of black clothes. I looked around for my night gown, and he flicked his wrist again and used his force powers to hand it to me.
“Won’t it look suspicious if someone sees me leaving your room in my pajamas?” I said.
“Don’t worry. I’ll go out there and make everyone leave this block so you can sneak out. Give it about ten minutes… Don’t let me catch you hanging around up here, I don’t want people knowing about this. I’ll find you when I want you.” He said, looking at me one last time before he slipped on his mask.
“You don’t need it.” I said, but he just furrowed his brow.
“You’re so handsome.” I said, but he pulled his mask on anyways.
“Until next time, my love.” Kylo said, and exited his private chamber.

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Summery: Charlie introduces Dean and Sam to an awesome, not to mention nerdy, hunter she met at comic-con, fearing the worst Dean is surprise by how attracted he is to you.

Dean x Reader

Warnings: uh, light swearing, nothing big. Make out scene (little over due in my opinion)

Word count:1502

A/N: just a heads up, I kinda talk about the X-Men movies a bit (and the reader really likes X-Men)

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“She’s way cool, you guys will love her!” Charlie said leading both of the Winchester brothers across the deserted street where your small book store, that conveniently doubled as a hunter research, resided.

“How’d you two even become friends anyways?” Dean questioned sceptically as he followed a fair distance behind Charlie.

“We met at comic-con and instantly became best friends!”

“Oh so she’s a nerd.” Dean muttered.

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Preferences #99 He left you when pregnant but came back four years later.


‘Calum,’ you said seriously as you sat on the sofa your hand very close to your stomach. He was busy in the kitchen quickly scoffing something down before he had to leave for a couple of weeks. ‘Calum can you come here for a second?’ You asked and Calum turned round chewing something in his mouth. He stood up walking towards you, ‘what is it?’ He asked and you took a deep breath, ‘I know this isn’t the best time to tell you but I need to-‘ You were about to go on when he cut you off. ‘You’re not breaking up with me are you?’ He asked and you shook your head, ‘No, it is a lot more serious than that.’  You said with no smile on your face, Calum sat down next to you putting a hand over yours, ‘What is it then honey?’ He asked and you looked at him with tears in yours eyes. ‘I’m pregnant Calum, I only just found out and I had to tell you. I don’t know what to do.’ You spoke quickly but Calum didn’t listen. He stood up immediately looking at you in disgust. ‘Pregnant? How could you let that happen? You idiot!’ Calum shouted at you and anger bubbled up inside. You stood up, ‘Do you think it was a choice? Do you think it was my fault? You’re the one who came inside of me! Refusing to wear the condom!’

‘So you think it’s my fault?’ Calum shouted and you shook your head, ‘I’m just saying it’s as much your fault as it is mine.’ Calum shook his head, ‘No. I can’t not right now.’ Calum said refusing to look you in the eye. ‘I’ll send someone back for my stuff in a couple of days.’ Calum said, you followed him towards the door. ‘So you’re just going to leave. This is your kid Calum and you’re leaving it without a father?’ Calum didn’t respond he just swung the door open and he walked out. ‘I hate you Calum Thomas Hood.’ You screamed at him before slamming the door. Hoping never to see him again.

Four years later and you still hope never to see him again, 5 seconds of summer got big. They grew massively whilst you were pregnant and Calum made up an excuse as to why you broke up. People were shocked especially the rest of the boys, you didn’t think anyone knew about your little girl, you kept yourself hidden when you were pregnant and now people think it is your little sister or cousin.  You two were always out at the park, she loved the swings and slides that were close by. She had just started going to nursery and she didn’t really understand that most of the children there had two parents, where as she only had one. She didn’t ask questions, not yet but you weren’t looking forward to when she found out.

‘Can we go to the park mummy?’ She asked you as she bought you her coat, hoping you would put it on for her. You put your plate down, and nodded wanting to get outside for a bit. You held her hand as she skipped towards the playground. As soon as the swings were insight she ran off knowing you would only be a couple of feet away. You sat on the bench nearby watching her run around a big smile on her face. Someone sat next to you, you didn’t look who it was because your eyes were on hers. ‘Do you have a child here as well?’ You asked and there wasn’t an answer for a while. ‘I think so.’ Your eyes grew wide as you recognised the voice. Your head whipped round looking at him, he looked exactly the same except four years older and duller eyes. ‘Hi.’ Calum said and anger bubbled up in you again, just like your last conversation.

‘Hi? That’s all you can say after years?’ You asked and Calum was about to speak but you stood up refusing to be near him. ‘Babe please.’ Calum said following you but you came to a halt. ‘I am not your babe. Do not think you are in a relationship with me or have anything to do with me. You left me four years ago scared and alone. You have no idea what I was going through and I don’t think you even cared. All you cared about was you career. So many times I wanted to end it all so I wouldn’t have to face everything but I didn’t. I did it for her.’ Anger was running through your veins as memories came flashing back, ‘I have a daughter?’ Calum asked and you just wanted to punch him. ‘Don’t think after years you can just come crawling back into our lives thinking it will be okay. I had to go through labour on my own, pushing our kid out of me. All my sleepless nights where there was no one to help me. You cannot just come back.’ You said tears wanting to run down your face but your anger replaced it. You heard little footsteps running towards you, quickly getting louder. ‘Mummy who’s this man?’ She asked and Calum bent down a big smile on his face. ‘Hello, what’s your name?’ Calum asked as if he was a stranger. He held out his hand for her to hold it but you picked her up before she could move or speak. ‘Do not touch her. I don’t care if you’re her father or not right now you don’t even know her name. I hope you are ashamed of yourselves.’ Those were your last words to him before you turned around leaving him there. ‘We have to go home now darling.’ You spoke to your little girl in your arms and she nodded, ‘Who was that man mummy?’ She asked and you didn’t answer for a while. ‘No one to worry about.’ 


Summary: Spencer beats the reader at something, leading to feelings of inferiority and insecurity. Reader tries to keep it to themselves, but Spencer picks up on it anyways.

Requested: Yes.

Author’s Note: This was such a cute request and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. I hope this is what you were looking for. I hope you guys are doing well and you enjoy this. x

Our relationship was generally very strong. We took into count each other’s perspectives often when fighting, we listened, we worked through any issues, we got along well. Not many things existed that would pit us against each other. One of these few things that did do that though, was Doctor Who Trivial Pursuit.

We were both self-proclaimed Doctor Who enthusiasts so we figured the game would be simple, it’d be a fun activity for the both of us. Spencer was strategic in any sort of game we played, meaning we didn’t partake in board games often. His intelligence granted him the upper hand. I agreed to this game, I thought it would be even playing grounds.

Spencer was struggling as much as I was.

The topics ranged from something simple like the background of the time lords, to details of the cast and crew, it went so far beyond what was shown on the screen.

Spencer excelled in the category of years and dates, I expected as much from him. I was lucky if I got one question right for every one in ten topics. My knowledge didn’t really go any further than what the content was in the episodes. And even that wasn’t giving me any advantage, the questions were incredibly specific and detailed.

I chewed on my bottom lip as Spencer held the die in his hand, shaking it twice before releasing it to let it roll against the table. We both eagerly leaned over the table to see that it had landed with a red Dalek facing upwards, indicating that his category would be the companions.

“You ready?” I asked as I reached across the table, collecting the top card from the pile. Spencer only nodded as I flipped the card over to read the question aloud.

“What is the first name of the female companion that the First Doctor meets when battling supercomputer WOTAN in 1960s London?” I quoted from the card, glancing up to meet Spencer’s eyes. Of course this would be a cinch for him. His reply wasn’t hesitant, confirming the question was incredibly easy for the man.

“Polly.” Spencer replied without missing a beat. I sighed as I glanced down, flipping the card over to see that he was indeed, correct. I nodded as I placed the card into the discard pile before picking up the die.

“We’ve been at this for awhile, how many more do you want to do?” Spencer asked before I let the cube come in contact with the table.

“How many are you at?” I inquired.

“I’m at five, you’re at two.” Spencer stated.

“Ten more? We’ll each get five more chances then.” I replied, Spencer agreeing to the suggestion.

We continued on in the pattern we’d started in. It took no more than five minutes to finish up the remaining cards. I held in my breath as Spencer read out my final card, eager to see if the answer would come straight away or if it was nowhere in my memory bank. It ended up being the latter. Ten cards later, five each. Spencer had answered his portion correctly, I hadn’t even gotten one. Spencer quickly went through the cards to make sure they were facing the correct direction before putting them away. I made no attempt in helping since the game only consisted of cards and a die, it wasn’t like my help was needed. I’d only get in the way if we tried to divide the work between the two of us. I spoke up once Spencer set the lid onto the set.

“It’s late, we should get some sleep.” I stated, staring down at my fingers that seemed to have been fiddling with their opposing hand.

“So soon? It’s only 10, don’t you want to read for a bit?” Spencer asked, frowning slightly.

“I’m feeling really tired. You can stay up, I just need some rest.” I replied. It wasn’t completely a lie, I did feel tired. The other half to the story I neglected to tell him was that I didn’t really want to be in his presence at the moment. I wanted to be alone, I wanted to think and let that overthinking mentally tear me apart.

“Oh, well if you’re sure.” Spencer spoke, standing up from his side of the coffee table. He walked over, reaching his hands out to help me up. I usually craved his touch, but right now I wanted to push it away. I placed my hands in his own, allowing the man to help me stand. He didn’t step back once I’d stood in front of him, bringing one of his hands to rest against my cheek.

“I’ll be in a bit later, get some sleep. Goodnight.” He spoke, leaning down and tilting his head just barely to press his lips to mine.

“Goodnight.” I murmured against his lips, enjoying his touch since I knew I’d be mad at myself later if I didn’t enjoy it to every extent. I’d regret not returning his affections. Spencer let his hand drop from my own, along with his hand that held my cheek before walking past me. Taking a seat on the couch and collecting the book in front of him. I stared for a few too many seconds before heading into our shared bedroom. I sighed, shutting the door lightly behind me so I wouldn’t alert Spencer. I dragged myself over to the dresser that was filled with a combination of mine and his clothes. I made may way over to the left side, sliding the drawer open before taking out a tank top and a pair of pajama pants. I slipped off my jeans, letting them fall to the floor as I lifted my shirt over my head and tossing it to the opposite end of the room before doing the same with my pants. I’d pick it up later. I quickly dressed myself into the clothes I had designated as my sleepwear that night. I stepped out for a moment only to brush my teeth quickly before eagerly heading back to the bedroom. I hopped up onto the bed, finding my way under the covers and shamelessly enjoying the warmth they provided. I reached over and switched the lamp off before pulling the comforter up to my chin. It was warm, just a different kind of warmth. It was rare when Spencer and I went to bed at separate times. The few times where that would happen it was usually due to his work and arriving home late. For me to go to sleep early on my own, there was no way Spencer fell for the subtlety I was trying to portray.

I knew I was acting childish, I shouldn’t have been hurt by the game, but for some reason, I was. It made me feel inferior (the way I chose to handle it seemed to emphasize that feeling). I knew that wasn’t his intention, I don’t think even the idea to intentionally hurt someone was programmed into his personality.

It’s just scary. When you have one thing you think, you know, you’re good at and someone comes along and uproots that completely. Having someone tear apart what you’re good at, it makes you feel like you’re not good at anything. I think that’s a universal rule. When you’re confident in something, you don’t expect someone to come along and argue with you, disprove your talent, or whatever it is. It’s scary and it hurts to know the one thing you’re the best at, someone is better at it. Taking pride in the knowledge you have of something, a talent, there’s always someone or something that will tear you apart for it.

I felt the bed dip slightly, the small action causing me to squint my eyes awake. The alarm clock across from me read in alarming red letters, “3:26 am”. Spencer was only just now coming to bed. I was too tired to question his antics, too tired to be upset and currently overthink the night’s previous events. I turned around to face the man, wrapping my arms around his middle half and nuzzling my face into his chest. He seemed to have been momentarily shocked at the action, proving he didn’t think I was awake. But at my opening actions, he reciprocated them. He brought his arms to rest around my frame before tugging me closer into him. This was the warmth I was used to, not the warmth the blankets provided.

My sleep deprived mind always seemed to prove what was actually important. I held onto no anger, feelings of insecurity, petty arguments. I acted kindly on instinct, I acted how I wish I did on a regular basis, but had to remind myself of. When I was tired, I cherished what was most important to me and made no point to hide that fact. It was blissful.

I awoke the next morning to find myself still wrapped in Spencer’s arms, but the man was awake before me. Not in a groggy sense, like we had just happened to wake at the same time. He seemed to have been fully awake, and had been for awhile.

“What time is it?” I murmured, burrowing myself into the warmth he provided.

“9:06.” Spencer replied, peering over me to gaze at the clock.

“Why are you up so early?” I murmured, wanting to sleep even more although I was the one who fell asleep early.

“I made you breakfast.” Spencer replied, the statement catching my attention.

“Did I forget something, what is today?” I questioned, my eyes widening slightly.

“Only Tuesday. I’m sure this day holds significant meaning to someone, just not us.” Spencer shrugged, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Why did you make me breakfast?” I inquired, raising an eyebrow slightly.

“You were unhappy. Breakfast seemed like a good place to start. The first event of the day and something you don’t need to take care of. Waking up first thing in the morning and getting to eat already prepared food, I don’t think it’s a plan that’s ever failed.” Spencer replied, a light smile making its way onto his face.

“I wasn’t unhappy, but thank you.” I smiled sheepishly, brushing his hair back from his face.

“Yes, you were. Please, don’t lie to me.” Spencer responded. His tone wasn’t pleading, it was more of a statement, he didn’t want me to lie to him, making it sound as if it strained him if I did.

“You didn’t need to make breakfast. You could’ve slept in.” I frowned.

“There’s no point in sleeping in if you were to be unhappy for the rest of the day. I’d rather deal with a little sleep deprivation than an upset significant other. Your mood reflects back onto me. I want you to be happy.” Spencer replied, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Well, thank you. I appreciate you.” I murmured, hugging him slightly.

“Come on, before the coffee turns cold.” Spencer spoke, tugging me slightly to get me to sit up. He helped me from the bed and led me into the kitchen where, as he said, breakfast was already laid out along with a bouquet of flowers. It was cheesy, there was no other word to describe it. But there was something about receiving flowers. I was certain everyone and anyone would enjoy flowers as a gift.

“I didn’t know you could cook.” I mused as I took a seat.

“I went through some of your cook books, it wasn’t too difficult,” He shrugged, taking the seat beside me, reaching forward slightly to place the flowers into my arms, “I went out this morning and got you flowers. I wasn’t sure what to get you, the clerk recommended roses.” Spencer murmured, his cheeks turning into a fainter shade of the flowers before me.

“I love roses,” I chuckled, admiring the gift. I set them onto the table before leaning up, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “All I did was act like a sore loser after a game. I really don’t deserve this, Spence.” I sighed.

“You deserve to be happy, I’m trying my best to assure that happens.” Spencer replied.

“I don’t deserve you.” I murmured to myself before we began eating our breakfast. For his first time picking up a pan, I was impressed. We finished our meals relatively quickly, Spencer downing three cups of coffee in the time it took him to eat his food.

“I decided to leave the day up to you, we can do whatever you want. But I do have something for you first.” Spencer spoke up, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a folded up piece of paper.

“What’s that?” I inquired, furrowing my eyebrows slightly.

“You were upset after the game so I made a list of everything I’m bad at. I spent last night working on it, turns out there’s a lot.” He spoke, chuckling lightly.

“Spencer,” I frowned slightly, reaching a hand up to brush his hand from his face before leaving it to rest on his cheek, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to.” Spencer spoke, lifting the hand that didn’t hold the note to rest against my hand before bringing it down, continuing to hold it as he rested our joined hands on his knee. He gazed down at the paper that was lined in creases his eyes scanning over the page before he began reading out. The page had writing on each side, each sentence seeming to run in to each other from everything being written so closely together.

“I have really bad hand writing.

I let my hair grow out because I don’t like making appointments to go to the hair salon.

Without you around, this apartment would be a mess. I’m awful at cleaning.

If you didn’t get after me, I’d just crumple up my clothing rather than folding it.

Sometimes I start speaking too fast and my words get jumbled up.

Sometimes I cheat at monoply and move extra spaces.

My legs are so long, I’m constantly tripping over sidewalks-” He definitely would’ve gone on, probably for hours before I cut him off, placing a hand over his mouth and letting out a small laugh. I felt his lips turn into a frown against my hand, his voice muffled so I removed it.

“There’s still a lot more.” He frowned.

“I don’t care about that stuff, Spencer. You don’t need to bring yourself down to make me feel better.” I spoke, a grin taking over my face as I cupped his face within my hands.

“I wanted us to be equals.” Spencer huffed, his lips jutting out slightly from the pressure I applied to his cheeks.

“We are equals. We share the same bed, we eat the same breakfast, we look after each other, we talk out what’s bothering us. I’m around you because I like to be. I don’t need a list of your faults. For someone so intelligent, you can be pretty dense sometimes.” I chuckled.

“I thought you’d like it.” Spencer admitted.

“I appreciate it, very much. I love you and your terrible handwriting and when you speak too fast. I don’t consider these to be bad things, maybe just little quirks.” I shrugged.

“So you’re not upset anymore?” Spencer asked, causing me to chuckle and shake my head.

“I’m not upset anymore.” I smiled, leaning up to press a kiss against his lips.

“It’s up to you what we do today.” Spencer stated. I hummed slightly, looking up to the ceiling as if it would provide me with answers. It only took a few seconds for me to make up my mind.

“I want to stay in bed. I want to sleep and cuddle and you need to sleep. Your dark eye circles are already out of hand.” I teased.

“I think they add character.” Spencer huffed.

“Come on, let’s just go back to bed.” I laughed, holding his hand in mine as I stood, leading him back to the bedroom. What was cheesy, was sometimes the truth. I loved him and didn’t see faults, all I saw were pieces that made up his being. I couldn’t pick apart those pieces. I saw him as a whole. It was interesting. I couldn’t pick out the small details he’d named, but he’d compiled an entire list. Maybe there were times when even that brilliant man, felt inferior.