dog with eye lashes

Imagine singing with Jensen

Pairings: Jensen x Reader, Jared

Word Count: 879

Warnings: swearing?? it’s fluff

A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts for a long time, and I wanted to post this as a thank you for 100 followers! So thank you all, and I hope you enjoy this! This is also completely unedited, so please ignore any mistakes.

Jensen turned the live stream on, “Okay, so my wife doesn’t know I’m home yet, and she’s singing her heart out right now,” Jensen whispered, the sound of soft piano music floating through the air. “She’s amazing and doesn’t believe it.”

Jensen turned the camera around and peeked it around the corner of the door frame until those tuning in could see you.

You were completely oblivious to your husband’s arrival as you continued on with the song.

Your fingers danced along the keys as you belted out the lyrics of Adele’s Someone Like You.  

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In which Veridian Hawke tries (and fails) to get kisses from all the ladies | Part of ockissweek17 & also for two birthdays! (Klc & Sirius - Happy Birthday!) | Haylan @siriusdraws, Rythlen @picchar & Maeve @klc-journei, Hawke @ me |

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MM: Solstice Part V


Previous Chapter, Solstice Pt 4

Fine. Being disgruntled at the fact that he was being so stubborn. But then the perfect thought instantly clicking in my head.

Put your phone on mute. You’ll love me for it. I promise <3

K. Its on mute.

I followed all your rules baby.


I sent him the video followed by one final text.

I didn’t come ;) I waited in silence on the bed. Holding my knees in anticipation. Kissing them with my lips in silence because I knew he was watching. And hiding his phone so friends wouldn’t see. And trying to nonchalantly readjust himself so his friends wouldn’t notice his arousal. I could practically feel him as he got closer to the door. Pushing it open. I saw his face, no apparent way to read it. Blank.

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5SOS Preference #18 :: Professional


You watched from side stage as your dark-haired and green-eyed boyfriend strummed the black and white electric guitar in his hands. He glanced over at you, and you gave him a small thumbs up, making his entire face light up. When the song came to an end, Michael walked up to the microphone, running a hand over his hair. “This next song is for someone extremely special to me,” He smiled, looking out into the crowd. “I only hope that she feels the same way as I do.” He turned towards you slightly and gave you a little wink as the opening chords to Remembering Sunday began to play. You smiled widely as he sang along. Your smile dropped when he walked over to you and tried to take you out on stage. “Mikey, you know I don’t like being out there…” you protested, but he only tugged on your arm harder. “Come on,” he whispered. “There’s something I have to do,” His mischievous grin lead you to follow him out in front of the blinding lights. He held your hand as the crowd cheered and his bandmates sang the next verse. Right on cue, Michael knelt down as soon as Luke sang “I’m gonna ask her to marry me”. Tears pricked your eyes as Michael smiled up at you, ring in hand. “You’re so cheesy,” you laughed through tears. “So is that a yes?”


You sat on the edge of your seat, literally, as your long-term boyfriend, Calum Hood, dribbled the black and white ball up the sidelines, angling his hips perfectly to shoot the goal. He pulled his foot back and the goalie braced himself for the shot, squatting down slightly and readying his hands as the opposing players raced up the field. Everything seemed as if it were in slow motion. You grabbed Ashton’s arm as the ball flew forward. The goalie dove, and the ball spun off of his fingertips, hitting off of the side of the ball, and perfectly into the middle of the net. You were probably the first to stand up and cheer, shortly followed by everyone else. “Oh my God!” You squealed, just as the referee blew the whistle for full time. You bolted out onto the field soon as you could and threw your arms around your tall, muscular, dark-haired boyfriend. “That goal was for you,” he panted into your ear, holding you tightly. “Happy anniversary,” you smiled into his shoulder. “Now, let’s get home. I’m whipped, and the only thing I want to be doing is curling up with you on the couch and watching a lame chick flick like you always insist on doing.” His eyes crinkled up as he smiled at you.


You watched your boyfriend as the cameras flashed in his face, smiling ever so slightly, wondering how you got so lucky. He wasn’t smiling, but there were still faint traces of dimples on his cheeks as he looked at a photographer with puppy dog eyes under long lashes, a leather jacket slung over his shoulder. “Alright, that’s a wrap. Good job, Ashton,” the coordinator said. Ashton’s manager walked over to him and whispered a few things, then gave a small wave towards your direction. Ashton looked over, and his hazel eyes met yours, widening in shock. “(Y/n)!” He shouted, sprinting towards you. You looked at his black shirt, dark-washed jeans, and white Converse All-Stars. “Wow,” You smirked. “You look like you could be a model,” you feigned shock. He laughed. “I missed your sarcastic attitude so much,” he murmured, resting his head on yours. “I missed you, too,” you grinned enthusiastically and he stepped back, slinging an arm around your shoulder.


You never wanted to come to Luke’s matches, but you always felt as if you had to. He told you repeatedly that it was no big deal, but you wanted to be there to support him. Now, you winced as Luke’s opponent landed a punch square on his jaw. You could see the rage in Luke’s eyes, a rare expression for him, as he raised his arms to block the next blow. He was able to slip one of his arms down long enough to position himself for an uppercut and successfully pull off the move. His opponent’s head snapped back, and Luke followed with a series of punches before the muscular man fell to the ground and the referee called knock out.You put your head in your hands, smiling wildly. He’d done it. You got up and made your way over to his bench, where he met you with open arms. “Gross, you’re all sweaty,” you scrunched up your nose, trying to push him away. “Aw, you know you want this,” he chuckled as you allowed him to pull you tightly to himself. “I did it,” he whispered into your hair, making you grin. “I’m so proud of you, Lukey,” you sighed happily, burrying your face deeper into his bare chest.

A/N :: I haven’t been that active lately and I know that and I’m really, really sorry okay? Please don’t unfollow me D: I love you guysss

Warmth and Love

Number 18!  I wrote this a while ago and it’s honestly one of my favorites.   love fluffy, cute domestic things. 

Last time: Fuzzy Fiend

“Was that the last of the candy?”

Mark closed the door, locked it, and turned all of the lights outside of the house off before answering Jack.

“Yeah.  The little goblins ate away two entire bowls this year!” He bounced over and sat on the couch next to Jack.

“I think you ate an entire half of a bowl on your own, Mark.” Jack smiled and nudged Mark with his elbow.

“How could you?  To think I would literally steal candy from children.  Jack, you’re so cruel to me!” Mark clutched at his chest and made puppy dog eyes at Jack, fluttering his lashes and poking his bottom lip out.

Jack rolled his eyes, “Drama queen.  Just relax so we can watch some dumb, cheesy movies.”

“At least you admit that I’m royalty.” Mark responded, kicking his shoes off and sprawling out across the couch, using the armrest as a pillow.

“Yeah, a royal pain in the ass.” Jack was flipping through Netflix to find something suitable for spending the rest of Halloween curled up on the sofa and eating junk food.  He was getting a bit irritable at not being able to find anything that he actually liked.

He gave up eventually and passed the decision making to Mark.  As they were both in T-shirts and pajama bottoms, Jack thought it best if they used the big, warm comforter that was on their bed to snuggle into.

While Jack went to retrieve that, Mark settled on an old eighties film full of brain eating zombies and stupid teenagers.

When Jack returned, giant comforter around his shoulders, Mark asked, “Do you want to go camping in the woods with me Jack?  The solitude? The stars at night?  The peace? The neighborhood serial killer coming to chop us into bits?”

“No thanks.  I lived in a log cabin remember?”

“I’m sure that was much cozier than a house in the middle of L.A.”

“Nah.  This is much cozier.  The cabin back in Ireland lacked a few things.”

“Oh?” Mark asked, a bit intrigued, but also a bit distracted by Jack taking his shirt off to get more comfortable.  “What was it missing?”

Jack smiled softly, “It was missing you, ya big doof.”

Not expecting that answer, Mark flushed and his mouth split into an involuntary grin. “That was so corny you big idiot come here and kiss me.”

Jack laughed and bent down to press a soft butterfly kiss to Mark’s lips.

He pulled away to sit on the couch between Mark’s legs, curling his own legs up and onto the couch. He scooted around a bit until he could comfortably lie down on Mark’s chest with his head tucked securely underneath Mark’s chin.  He pulled the blanket up around his shoulders and snuggled into Mark, his body relaxing and a goofy smile permanently stuck on his face.

Warmth and love bloomed in Mark’s chest and he reached up with one hand to play with Jack’s hair as he started the movie with the other hand.  

IMPORTANT NOTE:  Some people have asked about a Holiday version of Haunted Septiween that will take place in December.  What do you guys think? If you want me to do this, drop me a simple “yes” in my ask box (only once, please) and If I get enough, I’ll do it.

Living in a Phantasy — Part 7 | Cold Hands, Warm Hearts

Summary: Phil has just uploaded another video and now he and Dan are super bored. So what do they do? They go ice-skating! Cue Fluff™

Genre: fluff, love, romance, phan, domestic (sort of)

Word count: 3660

Trigger warnings: One or two swear words probably, slight angst (like super small lol)

A/N: Sorry this took so long to upload. Hope you enjoy. Credit to Millie for help with the title (cause I absolutely SUCK at titles lol)

Part 6

Part 8

Phil hit ‘Publish’ and watched as his latest video uploaded to YouTube. He slouched back in his desk chair, letting out a long sigh and taking the last sip of coffee from his mug. Almost instantly his phone lit up with notifications, fans commenting and liking and tweeting him over and over. He couldn’t even see what people were saying, they were going so fast.

He reloaded the page on his computer, scrolling through the comments. Already more than 1000 people had said something. Phil chuckled to himself and spun around in the chair. He stood, taking the mug with him, and slipped out into the hallway.

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