Fans went wild after Cheryl’s hairstylist Dayaruci shared a snap of a baby clutching his hand - fuelling speculation as to whether it was her child.
And elsewhere, Liam Payne, 23, couldn’t resist gushing about his newborn, as he took time to speak to fans outside of a restaurant in Los Angeles on Tuesday. ‘He’s great, he’s good. I love him and I miss him a lot,’ the One Direction star, who is currently working on new music on the west coast, reportedly told a fan.
Liam’s gushing comments over his new bundle of joy was made during his outing to Beauty & Essex restaurant in Hollywood. The British hunk looked incredible as he displayed his extravagant body art in a silk bomber jacket and skinny jeans.
After months of swirling pregnancy rumours, Liam and Cheryl confirmed the birth of their son on Saturday 25 March with a sweet Instagram of him cradling the tot.
And now fans are eager to catch a glimpse of the new arrival, which caused them to melt down as they took to social media to question the identity of the infant uploaded onto Instagram by hair stylist, Dayaruci.
Cheryl’s mane expert wrote 'Sweetest’ across the snap of the child in a baby carrier, adding some Easter themed emojis.
The image has since been reposted by several fan accounts, with followers commenting in their droves about whether the picture could be of Cheryl’s child.
Fans shared, 'Is this baby Liam and Cheryl’s son?’, and 'So, it is real?’ and 'OMG! I’m so looking forward to seeing your face.'
The star opted for an unusual jumper for his latest social media post, which appeared to be printed with the images of cartoon pirates and monsters all over. Sweeping his hair to one side, the new dad then appeared to grab onto his the middle of his trousers as he smouldered for the camera.
Clearly feeling fierce as he posed in his bathroom, he captioned the shot for fans with the alluring words: 'Gucci on my…’
One fan posted: 'That’s not their baby. It can’t be. It looks too big to be their baby who was just born.'
A representative for Cheryl has confirmed the child is not theirs.
Meanwhile, Liam has been sharing a number of edgy selfies to his Instagram page over the last week. The One Direction star, 23, clad himself in a baggy sports hoodie for a brooding snap on Saturday - which saw him pose in the mirror with his hand clutching his crotch.
Perhaps experimenting with a new look now he has become a changed man as a father, Liam has shared a number of grungy selfies for fans this week.
In another snap posted on Friday, the star powerfully stared down the camera from the comfort of his car, with his hair coiffed high above his head.
Meanwhile on Wednesday, the Wolverhampton native appeared to channel his inner Ali G as he posed in a varsity jacket, beanie and his beloved gold chain. Pulling the hat across his face, to flash a chunky watch to fans, the singer wrote playfully beside the image: 'Mask off ayy’
Liam has been displaying a grungier look as of late - just three weeks after the birth of his first child with girlfriend Cheryl, 33.
The Promise This singer had gushed beside the image: 'On Wednesday 22nd March Liam and I became parents to an incredibly beautiful, healthy baby boy, weighing 7lb 9 and looking like a dream. Although he still doesn’t have a name he is already stealing hearts. We are all madly in love and overwhelmingly happy with our little arrival. Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers around the world. A day that now has a different meaning to me forever.’
Liam then took to his own Instagram to share the same snap, writing a touching tribute to Cheryl beside the same candid image. 'My close friends and family know there are very few times when I’m left speechless… wow! I’m incredibly happy to welcome our new baby boy into the world, it’s a moment that I will never forget for the rest of my life and my favourite memory I have so far. I’m completely in awe of his incredible mother and how she has been the whole way through this, she’s really made my dreams come true. We haven’t named him yet but he’s already capturing hearts including mine. I feel very blessed.’
Liam and Cheryl first met on the X Factor in 2008 when he was auditioning at the tender age of 14 while she was a judge - before embarking on a romance at the start of last year.
Life is stressful. Especially when you have bills to pay, and little cash flow coming in. When your friend Dean stops by for pizza and a movie, he stumbles upon your bills, coming up with a solution that suites the both of you just fine.
You wouldn’t call your life normal. It was far from that, but you still tried hard to live a normal life. A small apartment, a compact car, a job that you hated. These were things that kept you tied to the rest of the world. Then there were the things that were far from normal. It usually included Dean, a close friend, who had a life as far from normal as it could be.
Dean was a hunter, killing monsters alongside his brother Sam. He had saved you from a ghoul over a year ago, and had stayed in touch ever since. Many times he would show up on your doorstep, bloody and bruised, and you would guide him in, taking care of him, and he would spend the night. Many times, you wished for more, but you understood he was a no commitment type of person, and you would take the friendship over nothing.
You followed James and Spock as they tinkered down the hallway, still trying to process this whole bizarre situation. Jim’s candlesticks being the only light as they glowed brightly in the dark hallway.
“Oh no, my horse” you say suddenly, feeling guilty for forgetting about Quinto out in the storm.
“It’s alright miss, we’ve already gotten him sheltered in our barn in the back. He’ll be perfectly safe and warm” Spock replied as he slipped inside a doorway.
“Come on, just in here” James said as he waved you over through the door. You followed them through the door and shut it softly behind you.
Welcome to the Industry: Lee Chan (Dino)- Seventeen
marogochii asked: aaaa could I request a dino scenario wherein you debut with your group and met seventeen on show champion ( so like seventeen is the sunbae ) plus they watched your group’s performance but dino was focused on you ?? thank u!!
Hello Hello~ Thank you for sending in this request! I’m sorry both admins have gotten caught up in their school work [one of us is a freshman in college, while the other is a senior in high school] so we had to put off on writing/ posting this~ but nonetheless I hope you enjoyed!
“Finally! the Hot Debut of the week! Here is G-Fire!”
This was it. You were finally debuting, after years of training and months upon months of preparing. You were making your debut on Show Champion with your group G-Fire. Your debut song was called Fight and it was a hard hitting dance number showcasing your talents as the groups main dancer.
“This has been, F.I.R.E G-Fire-imnida. Thank you.” after finishing the pre-recording the 5 members of your group began to walk back to your dressing room. Before you could reach the designated era you ran into a person.
“Oh my I’m so sorry-” you looked up only to have your breath hitch in your throat, pausing you took in the features before bowing your head and apologizing more.
“It’s okay, your group just filmed your debut stage right? We were watching it in our dressing room. I’m Mingyu from Seventeen.” You bowed taking his outstretched hand before replying.
“Hello I’m (Y/N) the main dancer and sub-vocalist of G-Fire.” the rest of your group introduced themselves after you.
“Uh, excuse me. Sunbae.” Your leader, Jiyun spoke up catching Mingyu’s attention.
“Do you think. If you guys have time, could we bring you a copy of our debut album before you leave for the next schedule.” Mingyu smiled and nodded,
“Of course. Our dressing room is the third door on the right, just pop in and come say hi.” he said before saying his farewell and walking off. Your members turned to each other before squealing softly.
“Do you guys wanna go now or we-”
“Girls girls, come we need you to do an interview really quickly.” The 5 of you turned to see the Music Program’s PD running up to you.
Your group followed the PD into a room and they sat you down in some chairs that were lined up.
“Okay this is gonna be really simple so don’t worry too much and answer with what you’re comfortable with saying okay?” You nodded with the rest of your members as the staff smiled at started to record.
“Favorite Song at the moment?” “Hidden talents that a member has.” “Express your feelings about debut with your body.” questions and requests similar to this started out the interview, your group was having fun and you were enjoying yourselves.
“Alright, what is a senior group you guys look up to?” Your leader took the mic and began to answer,
“As a group musically we look up to every senior group, we learn so much from every group out there and we are proud to be able to stand on the same stage as people we’ve idolized ever since entering the company. Personally one of my favorite groups is Topp Dogg.” You were at the end of the line so you would be answering last.
Heaving a sigh of relief you began to think of what group you would choose, there was so many and you couldn’t just choose.
“I personally really look up to HOTSHOT and NU’EST they inspire me so much and I always love to watch them.” Your group member passed the mic on to you and you froze muttering the first words that came to your mind.
“Dino Sunbaenim ah- I mean Seventeen sunbaenims I’ve been a fan for a while and I especially like Dino Sunbae’s dancing and I take inspiration from all of them.” Your members chuckled discreetly at your attempt of a cover-up
“Would you say Dino is your ideal type?” The PD asked causing your members to burst into laughter, you followed awkwardly as your face flushed red.
“Uhh.. I guess so? I wouldn’t really say I have an ideal type though, if I like someone I like someone I guess.”
The interview went on as you guys answered more questions about being the first girl group from your company and what is was like to have the males in your company be so protective over your group.
“You’ve worked hard. Thank you.” You bowed to all the staff as your group slipped out the door.
“If we hurry now we can probably still catch Seventeen’s stage and then we can give them a signed album or something.” Your leader said as you all rushed to your dressing room.
“Are you gonna write Dino sunbae a love letter Y/N?” You scoffed shoving her playfully and turning your head to hide your blush from your members.
“Shut up!” You exclaimed while your members continued to tease you.
Upon entering your dressing room your group gasped in shock.
“Say the name. Seventeen!” The 13 boys greeted the 5 of you and you hurriedly looked to your leader to start your own greeting in return.
“Hi you guys were probably startled. I’m Sorry, Mingyu told us about running into you guys so we came to talk to you guys ourselves, but when we got here your managers said that you guys were in an interview and they let us in.” S.Coups explained as the group chuckled.
“Oh no! of course! Thank you guys for coming to us. We wanted to give you a signed album and if it’s alright with you do you think you guys could give us some advice about the industry?” Jiyun asked sheepishly and the boys smiled and nodded eagerly,
“Of course!” Jeonghan smiled and you rushed to grab an album for the group.
“Here you guys are..” You trailed off as the person that came to claim the album from you smiled,
“Thank you! Vernon hyung and I watched your Music Video and we wanted to buy the album because we liked it so much! we were really looking forward to your debut stage and now we have a signed album too!” Dino’s eyes smiled as he spoke and you felt your knees get weak.
“Well you could always buy another album and help us in the charts.” You mumbled but froze upon realizing that you were thinking out loud. The boys chuckled and Seungkwan patted your shoulder,
“That right there is what get’s you far in variety! You’re a natural.” You bowed and said thank you while your members giggled at how flustered you were.
The members began to mingle and make small talk between themselves. As you were going to sneak away to the corner you felt your arm being tugged and soon you were face to face with Dino.
“I really enjoyed your debut. I kept finding myself looking for you on stage.” Your cheeks heated up at his voice and he smiled too.
“Do you think we could maybe get together and dance sometime? I’d love to collab” At a loss for words all you could do was nod silently causing Dino to chuckle. He grabbed your arm before scribbling something onto it.
“Chan come on we gotta get going.” Dino looked at you one last time and winked before running out the door.
Quickly you glanced at your arm to see Dino’s Kakao, Line, and phone number along with some words: Welcome to the industry - Chan
wow wow wow I’m so sorry that took literally forever (I think it was like longer than a month) I seriously apologize! I’ve been really busy with school and prep for college. I graduate in 2 days so everything has been really stressful and overwhelming but with summer approaching quickly I should be back. I’m so so so sorry again and I hope you enjoyed this even though it was centuries late!
they whisper in each other’s ears whenever he passes them by and everytime he hears the word ‘beard’ somewhere in there. or they stare at some part of his body in unison and he becomes self conscious… some day he is like ”well at least i get laid and you don’t” and they just stare at him expressionlessly… and suddenly he understands. the horror visions invade his mind and he changes forever.
Standing in the mirror, Crowley fixed his tie while his mind wandered to the peaceful thoughts of you. Your smile. Your hair. Even the way you snorted when you laughed too hard. He’d come to love every last inch of you….even though there were complications.
Speak of the devil.
He closed his eyes and sighed before turning away from his reflection towards his mother. A distasteful word that was.
“Where do you think you’re going?” She placed a hand on her hip and Crowley did everything in his power not to roll his eyes at her antics.
“To see the woman I actually love, an-”
“And you still believe she loves you back?” She interrupted him with a scoff. “And here I was thinking you’d become smarter after all these years.” She shook her head sending red curls to and fro.
This was a recurring factor in Crowley’s new life. Ever since he’d finally announced the two of you as a couple his mother had come to bombard him with lies.
At least he hoped they were lies. To be truthful, his mind set of you actually wanting to be with him was slowly deteriorating.
Ever so slowly.
“And here I thought I would actually have a peaceful evening without a bitch-excuse me, witch ruining it.” He balled and un-balled his fist.
“Ruining?” Rowena placed a hand on her chest in a mock hurt “I’m simply protecting you, darling. I mean, what kind of mother would I be if I didn’t try and pry my son from the grasp of some whore who only loves him for his throne?”
“Don’t you have anything better to do?” He wiped off his sleeves and snapped his fingers making a beautiful bouquet of Peonies appear. “I have a date to attend to.”
His mother sashayed to his bed before sitting herself down. “She didn’t love you at first.”
Crowley eyed her “what?”
She smirked and shrugged “I remember it. She didn’t love you at first, not really.”
“And how do you kno-”
“Because if you love someone you don’t keep it a secret.” She snapped at him “you tell every soul you can, but did she? Did your precious Y/N tell even the Winchesters about you? No! She kept you hidden, only to use you as a measly toy.”
“You both had to be caught for her to confess and who’s to say she would’ve on her own? Who’s to say she didn’t hate the fact that someone actually knew that she’d even touched you?”
“Stop it, now.”
But Rowena wasn’t done. “And who’s to say she doesn’t want you as just a toy? I think as a mother- NO! As a woman, she wants something to gain from your little mischief’s. The throne, Fergus.” She was standing now, walking toward him with a glimmer in her eye. Her hand was soon placed on her sons cheek “So you go, and you see what happens. Let the little wench break your heart and then who’ll be there for you?”
She waited for an answer and he waited for a reason she’d be wrong. Any reason at all……
“Get out.” He muttered looking at the wall behind her. Her hand slipped from his cheek, letting her nails rake across it. She wordlessly walked out of his bedroom, because what else could she have said?
She’d said enough.
You twirled the spaghetti onto your fork and shoveled it into your mouth. You leaned forward on the kitchen counter closer to the book in front of you. Crossing you legs you let your eyes glide over its words.
‘While yes, there are Changelings, Shifters, and Doppelgangers, the subtle differences between each remain as-’
“He still not here?”
You turned to see Sam walking towards the refrigerator. Shaking your head silently he eyed you cautiously.
He licked his lips “I bet he’s just caught up in a hell of a lot of work.”
You squinted at him before scoffing “You’re almost as bad as Dean.”
“It got you to smile.”
That was true. A small smile had graced your features, and that was all he needed before continuing. “Get some rest, Y/N. It’s already 10, and you can’t function without sleep. I should know, I’ve seen it.”
You glanced at the book and the now half empty bowl of spaghetti before nodding. You closed the book and grabbed it and the bowl heading out of the kitchen. Sam swiftly took the book from your hands and waved it. “I’ll put this up, you go finish that and get some rest.”
Nodding you walked out of the kitchen and towards your room. Your new dress brushed the back of your thighs and you sighed before finally letting your face drop. Maybe he’d come before you fell asleep?
You sat on your bed and placed the bowl on your nightstand. Maybe you should keep the dress on just in case. Your hair and makeup was already done. Your shoes were at the end of your bed just waiting to be filled. All you needed now was him.
At 12:30 you finally decided to throw your dress in the hamper and pull on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. You’d finished the bowl hours ago and now you were hungry again.
Silently you padded down the hall towards the kitchen. One more snack before bed. You stood in front of the open refrigerator and looked, and looked, and-
“Having trouble there, love?”
You didn’t even bother turning around, instead you just kept looking.
“I’m sorry, I got caught up in work and-”
The sound of the door slamming cut him off. You brushed past him out of the kitchen and towards your room. His arm snaked around your waist and you stopped, still not looking at him.
“Please look at me, Y/N.” His voice was low and gravely and sad and everything that made you break. You slowly turned to face him and he smiled softly at you. “Beautiful.”
“It’s our anniversary.” You said lowly.
“You didn’t come.”
“I’m here now.” He realized what he’d said and backtracked “I’m sorry, work is work, and my mother she-”
“Oh god.” You rolled your eyes and pulled away from him before making your way towards your room. “Always with your mother, why does she hate me so much?”
He followed you into your room and closed the door behind him. “It’s complicated.”
“Then uncomplicate it.” You crossed your arms and sat on your bed facing him. He eyed you for a moment before breaking into a small smile.
“I remember when I took you to that cabin in Canada?”
“I remember” he continued “leading you out onto the snow with my hands covering your eyes. I remember the look on your face when you saw the northern lights ablaze right in front of you.”
You sat and, begrudgingly, listened. He stopped and looked off to the empty space in the wall and you knew what was coming next.
“Why did you say no?”
You shook your head “You know why I said no, we’ve talked-”
“I know. I just want to talk about it.” He simply shrugged and you eyes him before sighing.
“Because marrying you would mean becoming the queen of hell. And becoming the queen of hell is a big responsibility that I know nothing about. And I’m still not even sure if…” You trailed off and bit your lip. You looked away from him and shook your head “What do you want?”
He smiled “Those words mean more than anyone could ever know.” He looked at you “I want you to Marry me.”
“Says the man who couldn’t even make it to our anniversary.” You didn’t mean to come off so harsh.
“So that’s all you care about? Me forgetting to bring you presents?” The hurt in his fucking voice sent you over the edge.
“Who said anything about presents,Crowley?” You stood up from your spot on the bed “I only wanted to spend time with the man I love and you’re making this about material things.”
“Well how am I supposed to know that, huh?! How am I supposed to know you love me when you barely even say it anymore?!” He was screaming now, but so were you.
“BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW IF I DO!” You felt tears slip down your face, but you were too heated to wipe them away. “I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO FEEL ANYMORE! YOU-YOU’RE NEVER HERE, YOU ACT LIKE YOU DON’T CARE ANYMORE. HOW AM I SU-SUPPOSED TO LOVE YOU IF I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF YOU LOVE ME?!”
“How can you say that?” He barely whispered at you, but each syllable struck you like a hammer. “How can you stand there and say that I don’t love you? I’ve risked everything to be with you. My throne, my life, everything! I’d give you whatever you asked for in the blink of an eye and for what? For you to sit there and accuse me of-”
“Accuse?” You laughed through your tears so harshly that you even scared yourself. “Crowley, the night I said no to you, you refused to even touch me. I came back here the next day feeling like filth because I said no to you. That’s why.”
He pulled his lower lip between his teeth and looked away from you shaking his head. This is what his mother was warning him about. This right here is what he feared every time he wasn’t near you. He needed
“You to leave.” He looked at you with a confused expression and you scoffed. “You weren’t even listening-I need you to leave.”
“Y/N-” he reached towards you but you quickly pulled your arms away from him.
“No! Crowley, if you stand here and-I’m just- just go! I know myself, and I know that if you stand here we’re just gonna keep down this path and I’m gonna say something so horrible that I won’t ever see you again, so yeah I need to be alone.”
He looked at the floor and shook his head. This could not be happening.
You watched him with tired eyes. How could you not know what you felt? How horrible of a person were you to not even be able to say three simple words to the man you knew-or thought
“Loved you.” Crowley looked at you with fat tears gliding down his face “I loved- love you so damn much. But, if this is what you- what we need…..then I’ll do it.”
You looked at the alarm clock on your bedside table. 1:00 am. Your eyes flicked to where Crowley stood-or once stood. You sat on your bed and let silent tears drag down your face before finally breaking into a sob.
“Crowley!” You yelped as a pair of hands softly covered your eyes. Rough stubble grazed your neck.
“Happy birthday, love.” He whispered before planting a soft kiss on your neck.
You’d been sitting on your bed in your shared bedroom scrolling through your laptop. Hell was boring. That was something you’d never think you’d say, but hell was boring! Your days here would sometimes even consist of sitting in Crowley’s bedroom (he insisted you call it yours as well) and relax. That was until he got done of his royal duties and made his way to you.
“This is exactly how I pictured spending it.” You smiled “Blindfolded and waiting for you to make the next move.”
He hummed “You say that as if it won’t happen, love.”
You laughed and covered his hands with yours. “What’s all this about? I thought you had a meeting until eight, it’s only six.”
You felt his nose run against your neck “I got it over with as quickly as I could to get back to you. Granted, a couple demons want my head on a spike now, but that’s nothing new.”
He kissed a trail along your shoulder before leaning towards your ear to whisper. “Besides, I couldn’t miss a chance to give you your early present could I?”
“Is it considered early if it’s given to me on my birthday? I mean, I get what you’re going for here, Crowley, but-”
“Must you over analyze every-”
You turned to face him with a cheeky grin “I’m kidding.”
He smiled and nuzzled into your neck “I duf you sho mush.” You laughed and pulled away from him.
He leaned up and kissed your lips softly “I said I love you so much.” You smiled against his lips and pulled his tie until you laid on your back with him above you.
“You know.” You said pushing his suit jacket off of his shoulders. “I was thinking, and how come we never celebrate your birthday?”
“You want the truth?” He loosened his tie before pulling it off. “I forgot it.”
You laughed and leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips. You casually began to unbutton his shirt. “How do you forget your own birthday?”
“Dying does that to you, love.”
“Aw.” You opened his shirt and pushed it off of him before peppering kisses on his chest. “Should. We. Make. You. A. New. One?” You said between kisses. He lifted your shirt above your head and dipped his head down to kiss you full and soft. It was slow and for a while before you licked his bottom lip asking for him. He tasted like whiskey, as always, except there was something more to it. Something sweet like
“You had cake?” You asked pulling away from him. He looked at you shell shocked for a moment before smiling softly.
“I had to make sure it wasn’t poisoned, love.”
“Wait, it was my cake?”
He leaned back down and kissed along your neck.
“Crowley.” You giggled “did you eat my cake?”
“Hmm? What was that, love?” He began to suck marks into your collarbone making you groan. “This isn’t fair.”
He leaned up and kissed your nose. “All’s fair in love and…..well to be truthful it was only for you, love. What would have happened if it would’ve been poisoned?”
You quirked an eyebrow at him “So was it?”
He smiled “It could’ve been.”
You rolled your eyes and brought him back down for another kiss. This one was longer, deeper. He moved his head to the side and began kissing down your neck again and across your collar. He busied himself with doing away with your sweatpants while also biting into your skin. He slowly drug your bra strap off of your shoulder and kissed the exposed skin.
“I don’t see why you even chose to wear this.” He leaned over and did the same to the next strap. “You were home relaxing almost all day, you usually hate to wear one while you do so.”
It always surprised you when he referred to the kingdom of hell as your home.
You shrugged and moaned as he sucked on your nipple. Dragging his teeth over you, he spoke silent words into your skin. He swiftly moved to the other one, giving it the same affection as before.
Dragging kisses down your body he soon bit lightly into your hips before sucking love marks into your skin. Your breathing hitched-as it always does- as Crowley slowly drug your panties down your legs with his teeth.
He kissed his way back up your legs and bit into your thighs. He looked at you with dark eyes and commented on how beautiful you were. As he always does.
You can feel him breathing, right before he dips his head down and takes a long taste of you. He hooks his hands under your knees and pushes your legs wider as he sucks your clit.
One hand threads his hair as the other pulls your own. “Ah-Crowley….” You drawl out as his tongue dives into you. He hums sending vibrations straight through you. Your writhing and bucking into his mouth and he welcomes it all in stride.
At one point he would’ve held you down, but not today. You run the show today.
“Fuuaaah-yes! Crowley yes!” You’re so vocal that you’re sure your voice will give out by the time he’s done. But, you’re so close. Right there. Right there. Yes, YES-
It feels like your body is vibrating as a hundred miles per hour. It always does with him. He kisses his way back up your body and kisses you full and sweet. He pulls away and smiles that hundred watt smile that only you get to see.
“Happy birthday, love.”
“Why thank you.” You said brushing his hair down from where you’d frayed it. “Although I feel like it isn’t over.”
“Always the smartest in the room.” He chuckled. “But, yes. The night is not over, because I am taking you to British Columbia!”
He was so excited and you were so….confused. “Canada?”
“Oh don’t give me that look, it’ll be fun!”
“So that’s it?” Dean said adjusting in his seat “That’s the end of your run with the king?”
You looked at your hands, slowly opening and closing them. “I don’t know. We just…he isn't….I don’t know….” Looking out the diners window you noted how pretty the rainy sky looked today. Crowley would’ve loved this.
After your eventful night with Crowley Dean thought it’d be nice to get out of the bunker. Take you out to eat, talk, anything to make it easier.
“He, as much as I hate to say it, isn’t a bad guy. I mean, yeah he’s a bad guy, but not to you. It’s like he’s got a switch he flicks just for you.” Dean shook his head and dank his coffee.
“You’re going somewhere with this?” You swirled your own mug of coffee, not feeling in the mood for it anymore.
“I’m saying this isn’t him.” He put his mug down. “He-” he stopped short and smiled as the waitresses brought three plates of pie before asking if we needed anything else. Dean kindly declined before she curtly smiled and walked away. “He would crawl through hell on his knees just to see you smile. So c'mon, Y/N. You gotta try and-”
“I’ve been trying, Dean!” You leaned forward “You don’t know the whole story, but I have been trying and trying to see the bright side and figure out our place together.”
“Well enlighten me, Y/N. Tell me what I don’t know.”
You opened and closed your mouth not wanting to relieve your birthday all over again. Sam walked back towards your booth from the bathroom and sat down next to you. He looked between you and Dean “what I miss?”
“Y/N?” Dean cocked his eyebrow at you and put his elbows on the table. You needed to do this. You needed to let it out.
“He…” You scoffed and looked out the window towards the busy street “He proposed to me.”
Sam let out a breath and Dean ran a hand down his face before mumbling “shit.”
“On my birthday last year, he took me to see the northern lights in Canada. He proposed to me and I said no.” You slowly nodded your head “that, I guess, is when it started.”
“Why’d you say no?” You heard Sam ask next to you. You turned to face him “you’re kidding right?”
“No I’m not. Y/N, we don’t like him.” He motioned between himself and his brother “But we damn sure know you love him. Why’d you say no?”
“I was scared?” You shook your head and shrugged “I don’t know how to be a queen. What if I mess it up, what if the demons don’t like that I-”
“Y/N.” Dean said. “Why’d you say no?” His voice was soft, and he knew you were stalling.
“That….and I’m scared everything was moving too fast. Scared that he’ll get tired of being with me.”
They were both quiet for a while until Dean started chuckling.
“Something funny?” You asked annoyed.
“Just the fact that you think a man-er-demon could get tired of you. Y/N, he loves you. And as much as I’d hate to say it, he needs you. Nothing’s gonna change that, not even you saying no.”
“You don’t know-”
“Yeah, we do.” Sam cut in “Crowley told us.”
“you knew?!” You looked between the men, hurt. Sam held up his hands “Not everything, not about the proposal. He just told us that you’d hit a rough spot then and he didn’t know what to do.”
“And we told him to keep swimming.” Dean said finishing off his pie “Keep pushing forward with the relationship and not sweat it. It’s not like you still didn’t love him.”
You sat quietly for a long time swirling your mug of coffee. Your phone vibrated and you pulled it from your pocket before unlocking it.
It was a text from Crowley.
‘You’re still mad, and I understand that. But, I know how much this meant to you and I refuse to be the reason you miss it.’
It was a picture of one of Crowley’s hell hounds surrounded by its puppies. ‘So she’s finally had her babies.’ You thought to yourself remembering the day you begged Crowley to let you see them. Granted, it hurt like hell. Like someone was shoving hot irons into your eyes, but it was worth it. You could see hell hounds, and more importantly their puppies.
“So?” You looked up from your phone towards Dean.
He smiled “I said, do you still love him?”
You looked at the text and then at them and then outside where rain drizzled down and a couple shared an umbrella walking down the sidewalk.
“Yeah….yeah I think I do.”
“Well then.” Dean clapped his hands “there’s still hope.”
You smiled softly and nodded. “Still hope.”
“And what are you smiling at?” Rowena snarled at her son. Crowley glanced up from his phone quickly dispersing of his smile.
“Nothing. What do you want?”
But in fact it wasn’t nothing. It was definitely something, or someone to be matter of fact. You.
“You’ve been acting strange lately. All solemn in your throne, acting grumpier than usual.”
“I’m always grumpy.” He said looking around the busy throne room. Demons were bustling around looking up information about a rogue coven that had been converting his demons.
“I said grumpier, dearie. But, these past three days you’ve been…..different.” She slid her hands onto her hips.
Her statements were true. For the past two weeks you’d refused to even speak to Crowley. Letting the boys handle their meetings with him alone. But, these three days you’ve slowly been coming around. Sharing simple text with him now and then.
You’re latest one was a picture of you holding a bouquet of roses he sent to you with a straight face. You sent another text that read ‘You’re really hitting my soft side.’
He chuckled before trying to cover it with a cough. ‘This is ridiculous.’ He thought ‘I’m an adult, I shouldn’t be hiding like some pathetic teenager.’
“It’s her isn’t it?” Rowena shook her head “what did I say before? She’s g-”
He held his finger up, cutting her off. You’d sent another text that read ‘But honestly, Crowley, they’re lovely. Thank you, love.’
His heart fluttered at the use of the name. Still hope.
“Ahem!” Rowena said loudly. Crowley looked up at her and rolled his eyes “What is it you need?”
“I need you to leave that wench alone! She’s a problem. She’s-”
“She’s the woman I love.” He said certainly. More certain than anything before. “And she’s not the problem, you are!”
He stood up and started a walking towards Rowena. Every demon in the room became quiet and tried to further themselves from the raging King.
“All you’ve done is push me away from her, and I was dumb enough to let you! She is the woman I love, the only thing I’ve needed my entire life and I let myself ruin it.” He put one of his hands on her throat and squared her face to look him in the eye. “I deserve to be loved, and that’s what she was doing. So I’m going to say this once and once only.”
He dropped his voice so only she could hear. “Say anything vile about her ever again, and I will make sure of it that your time locked in chains seemed that of a spa day. Am I clear?”
She scoffed at him despite her shaking hands and dry mouth. Crowley gripped her throat tighter firmly cutting off her airway and let his red eyes show. “Am. I. Clear?”
“Crystal.” She gasped out before he pushed her away. She stumbled backward into a demon who clumsily caught her.
“Good.” He said brushing himself off. “Now with that being said.” He turned towards a group of demons huddled in the corner “You lot come with me, we have a lot to do. Everyone else back to work, make me proud today.”
“Yes your majesty!” A round of applause went around before the throne room was up and bustling once again. One red headed witch standing in the middle of it all, highly embarrassed, and slightly proud of her son for finally taking initiative.
Sam and Dean smiled to each other as they watched you walk around them through the kitchen. You talked on the phone to Crowley with a prominent smile on your face, letting them know that all was well.
While no, you weren’t exactly with the king again, you were smiling again. And although you would only say it to the boys, you loved Crowley again. You just needed to be sure this wasn’t false hope.
“So the puppy actually peed on your shoe?” You laughed into the phone as Crowley grumbled about how he really liked those shoes. He was smiling on the other end of the conversation as your laughter drifted through.
“So, Y/N, I was uh..well we’ve been-I’d love to take you…only if you…” He stumbled and faltered through his words.
You smiled and bit your lip “Fergus Roderick McLeod, are you trying to ask me out?”
Dean mouthed Crowley’s real name to Sam while holding back his own laughter. Oh was he going to use that.
“Yes.” Crowley said unfazed by your use of his full name. He actually quite liked it when you said it. “Friday night if that suits you.”
You were quiet for a second before nodding to yourself “I’d love to.”
Crowley took the phone away from his face and silently cheered for himself, before coming back to the phone. “Fantastic!”
“Only on my terms though.” You said. He nodded his head and agreed quickly.
“We go to the cabin.”
Now it was Crowley’s turn to be quiet. He cleared his throat “Are you sure, love? I don’t want you to-”
“I’m positive, really Crowley it would mean a lot to me.”
“Anything for you, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”
“Alright.” You wanted to say I love you, and God knew he did too. But, instead you hit the end call button and went back to making dinner with the boys.
Dean was leaning against the counter while Sam cleaned off the potatoes, both watching you.
“What?” You said going back to seasoning the food. Dean smiled at you before shaking his head and going back to making the pie. Sam smiled and winked at you and that was that.
You shouldn’t have been nervous, but you were.
He shouldn’t have been sweating so much, but he was.
And now you both stood on the porch of a British Columbia cabin, shaking from the cold. Or maybe it was your nerves. Either way, Crowley draped his long coat over your shoulders. You pulled the lapels, bring it closer to your body, and turned to look at him.
He looked the same, except, tired maybe? Like this past month has really tested him. Which in fact it had.
You turned to fully face him and laid your head on his chest. “Let’s just…talk.”
“This date is going well then?”
“Depends on how the food taste.” You smiled to yourself.
Crowley wrapped his arms around your waist gently pulling you flush against him.
“Do you want to eat now or after the show?” He rested his chin on top of your head.
“After. For now let’s just….talk.” Your hands wandered up his chest and you drew imaginary pictures. A star. A dog. A cloud.
“I’m sorry.” He started first “For not being there. For not being the man you needed from me. You deserve the world and everything of it.”
You nodded about to say something before he cut you off “Have you ever loved someone before?”
“Yes. Have you?”
“Have you ever been in love before, Crowley?”
“How would I know the difference?” He looked off into the woods as an owl hooted.
“It’s torturous.” You chuckled to yourself before you felt him pulling away.
“Is this torture?” He looked genuinely confused.
His breath hitched “I’m so sorry. What did I-”
“No don’t be!” You held your hands up stopping him. He shook his head and smiled at you.
“What? I’m so confused.”
“Just..” You shook your head and leaned up capturing his lips with yours. His arms were around your waist in an instant as he deepened it. It wasn’t slow, or sweet, it was passionate and needy and sloppy. Full of tongue and teeth and everything you’d missed from each other.
You combed your fingers through his hair moaning. He reluctantly pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. “I love you. There I said it. I love you Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. Never forget, never think otherwise.”
“I love you too.” You said “I love you so much.” You pulled away and looked up at him, trying to remember every outline of his face. His eyes flicked up for a brief second before he started smiling.
You turned and there it was, the northern lights. They were beautiful, an array of greens and blues danced across the sky. You smiled to the sky “Crowley it’s beautiful.” His arms wound around your waist pulling your back to his front. You sighed contently and decided. You wanting nothing more than this, than him.
“Yes.” you said nodding before turning towards his confused face “Yes, I want to marry you.”
His face went slack “Y/N, think about what you’re saying. What if I still can’t give you what you want?”
“I want to be with you, Fergus.”
He smiled at you and shook his head “W-What if you hate me later on, what if I can’t give you children or the life you want like everyone else?”
You looked at him before reaching up and lightly kissing his cheek “Then I’ll have you.”
You didn’t have a chance to react before he crashed his lips against yours. You kissed kissed kissed until it almost got too cold to bare. Finding your warmth together that night in bed together, and making your plans for the future, whatever that may hold.
Work was usually boring for Jon, he would usually just work the register but every now and then he’d work as the barista.
It was a slow day at work for Jon, not many customers, then someone walked in, he didn’t pay much attention at first, then when he was at the counter he looked up and, wow, there were some kinda cute people who would come in now and then but, wow.. this boy was cute, really cute.
“Slow day, huh?”
“Y-yea.. I uh- w-what would you like?”
Jon was never this nervous, but this boy caught him off guard. The boy told Jon some drink with a few pumps of this and that.
“Alright, and your name..?”
Todd. That name sounded simply blissful, like a name that would stick with him forever, but before he even thought about asking him out or something, he should make his coffee. Todd paid for the coffee and sat down at a table by a window, and took out a laptop.
While Jon was finishing with the coffee he took out a sharpie and wrote down the name, Todd. It struck him again how that named sounded to him, as his mind drifted he started doodling all over the cup, he drew many things, from hearts to little aliens, by the time he snapped back into reality the cup had close to no spaces without doodles, he felt so embarrassed, and was honestly afraid to give him the cup
He finally called Todd’s name, still nervous to give him the cup of coffee. Todd came up smiling, Jon handed him the coffee and Todd stopped for a second and looked at what Jon drew all over the cup. Jon was afraid he was going to be angry but when Todd looked back up he was smiling.
“You drew all these, right?”
“I, uh, yeah”
Todd smiling looked down again at the cup, but then to Jon again.
“Hey, can I get a muffin too?”
Jon went and got a muffin and then came back over to Todd. He gave him the money for the muffin, took it, and sat back down. Jon was putting the money in the register when he noticed there was one of the cardboard coffee sleeves in between, he looked at it and gasped slightly when he read it. On the cardboard sleeve it said “Call me - Todd” along with a few doodles and of course Todd’s number. Jon looked up at the boy sitting at a table by a window, with a muffin, and a coffee cup with doodles on it, he smiled at Jon, and Jon smiled back.
Todd. That name sounded simply blissful, like a name that would stick with him forever.
Derek Hale x Reader Imagine: Dreading getting up for work and you end up just skipping work after Derek convinces you to not go.
P/n: Wow, it’s be like forever since I last was able to sit down and write something. Thankfully, I was able to put this together. This is definitely inspiration from waking up so early every morning for work. This imagine took forever because I’ve been so busy with work and hardly anytime to really focus on completing this. However, it is finished! Forgive me for any mistakes. This was pieced together through many days of writing. Enjoy!
A harsh brush of wind blew through the open windows of the dimly lit loft. The skies were still dark, but a thin line of sunlight peeked from behind the cityline. The sun had barely started to rise. Despite it being so dark, it was the start of an early morning. Her alarm loudly rang and woke her up from deep slumber. Her bare arms blindly reached out to silence the obnoxious and early alarm. The chilly air bit at her bare arms, so she slithered back underneath the covers for warmth. The sound of the alarm had somewhat woke Derek up, mostly due to his sensitive eardrums. Her mind was still fuzzy with exhaustion, so she rolled over to her side to bury her head into Derek’s furry bare chest. He sleepily threw his arm over her and rested it over her hips. She stayed curled up against him for a while as she tried to slowly wake herself up for work. However, she couldn’t fight back the wash of fatigue. After rubbing her eyes awake, her mouth opened wide for a quiet yawn. She laid in silence for a few more seconds, before she decided it was time to finally get up.
She slowly and carefully pushed Derek’s arm off of her and lazily rolled to the edge of the bed. She heard a disgruntled groan from Derek due to the loss of her body warmth. “5 more minutes.” He grumbled with a scratchy and deep morning voice. Sensing his discontentment, she sleepily glanced over and quietly snickered at the sight of his disheveled bedhead. “I have to get ready for work, go back to sleep.” She softly whispered and reached over to gently pat his butt. He groaned even louder to show his frustration, a prominent frown plastered on his face. He pushed himself to sit up and ran his fingers messily through his hair with shut eyes. “Ugh, stay… please?” He grumbled and peeked through his hooded-eyes. She chuckled and lazily crawled over to his side. “I can’t, I have work.” She rested on her knees and reached out to hold his hands. He sighed and dropped his head, his shoulders slumped. “Can’t you call in sick today?” She smiled at his childish request. “I can’t! I actually have to make money, unlike you.” She pointed out, lightly tapping her thumbs on the rough surface of his hands. He sighed and groaned again, slowly opening his beautiful green eyes. She giggled softly at the slight protruding pout from his lips; and she leaned in to pecked his puckered lips.
“Come on, just stay for today?” He pleaded again, flashing his bright white smile to seduce her into staying. She groaned and twisted away, seeing that he was not going to give up without a fight. She looked away to avoid his immature tactics and started to crawl away, but was pulled back by his strong arms. A burst of laughter echoed in the room as she struggled to crawl away, but failed when Derek tightly clung onto her. “Derek! Let go! I’m going to be late!” She exclaimed, lightly slapping his hands away, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Oh my god, Derek! I need to get ready.” She giggled and squirmed around in his sturdy embrace. He buried his face into the curve of her neck, nuzzling his nose against her smooth skin. He pulled her onto his lap, giving her a light squeeze. She sighed defeatedly and surrendered to his relentlessness. She had accepted the fact that she will most definitely be late for work. His warm lips brushed against her soft skin. The tip of his nose trailed along the soft curve of her neck, breathing in the faint scent of her fruity lotion. A quiet sigh escaped her slightly parted lips as she sank deeper into a sense of bliss. She melted in his embrace as he pressed soft and gentle kisses along the nook of her neck. The sweet and tender affection left her to surrender to the gentle sensation. The trail of affectionate kisses rendered her helpless in his arms. Her body naturally shifted into a more comfortable position and turned to face him. The tips of her fingers danced their way up his firm arms, stopping at his broad shoulders to caress circles into his muscles. He planted a trail of sweet kisses along her shoulder, while his hands running over the curves of her body, sending tingles along her skin. His lips nibbled gently along her beautiful collar bone, inducing faint and airy sighs from her. The brush of her breath tickled his flushed ears, fueling his cravings for her.
“Stop.” She sternly said, snapping out of the euphoric trance and jerked away from him. “What?” He asked, a hint of a smile curled in the corners of his lips. “You know what.” She said, crossing her arms, in which he casually shrugged. “Not sure what you mean.” He retorted, fighting back the slight smile starting to spread on his lips. “Stop looking at me like that!” She exclaimed and lightly slapped his tricep. “I’m not looking at you like anything.” He argued, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Then stop looking at me with those beautiful green eyes, asshole.” She said and scowled at him. And this time, he couldn’t fight back the smile spreading on his lips and the laughter that easily escaped his lips. “So I’m an asshole for having green eyes?” He playfully teased her, knowing quite well he was victorious. She rolled her eyes and groaned, shooting him a dull scowl. “You’re an asshole who happens to have green eyes.” She knocked her head against his chest. “Ah!” He jerked back and laughed harder as he rubbed his chest from the impact. “You’re mean,” He chuckled and slipped his fingers in the spaces between her fingers and leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose. “And I’m going to be broke because of you.” She said after the kiss.
He grinned with elated eyes, “So you’re staying?” He asked, despite being fairly confident that the answer was yes. She groaned and knocked her forehead into his chest. “Yes!” He pumped his fist into the air. She sighed and crawled back under the covers. He chuckled and followed her back underneath the covers. His arms and legs wrapped around her body, pulling her into a tight and suffocating embrace. “I have enough money to last us a lifetime and our kids too.” He confidently smiled and pressed a kiss into her hair. Hearing him mention kids, she blushed faintly and glanced down at his chest with a big and bashful smile. He lightly nudged her, not bothering to hide his wolfy grin at her timid reaction. “Go back to bed, sourwolf.” She grumbled and snuggled into his chest in utter fulfillment.