fanfic one shots

Strength of Spirit- Part 2

Dean Winchester walks into your laundromat looking very much like your next one night stand. Instead, tragedy strikes, and you end up in the middle of a nightmare, with only Dean (and his brother Sam) to help you navigate it.

Part 1

Summary of Part 2: Dean gets you to safety. You find out what he really does for a living.

Warning: none for this chapter

Word Count: 1850ish

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve done a series that wasn’t just smut. I’m hoping we’ll all have some fun with it! XOXO

Your whole body was numb as you moved, not feeling the steps beneath your feet as Dean pulled you down the stairs of your apartment building and out onto the street. He didn’t let go of your hand until he dumped you in the passenger seat of a car.

That’s when the panic set in.

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Ketch Her If You Can

Title:  Ketch Her If You Can

Summary:  Dean’s not happy when Ketch and the reader start flirting. Ketch seems interested in her, until the truth comes out, then he shows his true colors.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester, Female Reader, Arthur Ketch, Sam Winchester

Word Count:  1795

Warnings:  canon typical violence

Author’s Notes: This was written for @supernatural-jackles Birthday Challenge. My prompt was the gif below. I decided to go a different route and not write demon!Dean. Also, this is smut free. Go figure.

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gift of a friend- h.s imagine

“Harry’s looking absolutely gorgeous tonight, isn’t he?” Lucy, your best friend, thought out loud as she was smirking in his direction from across the room. You turned around from the bar with your drink. Harry was nodding his head as Nick was talking to him. You slowly took a sip of your cosmopolitan and nodded, “I suppose.”

“Do you think if I ask him out he would say yes?” Lucy asked as she was already adjusting her dress, ready to head over. As you stared into your glass, you shrugged your shoulders, “Wouldn’t see why not.”

Lucy nodded her head excitedly and quickly chugged the rest of her drink down. She shot you a thumbs up before she walked up to Harry and Nick.

You let out a chuckle as you saw how Lucy literally placed herself between Harry and Nick. You watched as she pulled Harry in for a hug and him awkwardly returning it.

As your eyes shifted around the loud club, you found yourself already being bored. It seems like you were always here with the same people, talking about the same thing. You quickly asked the bartender for another drink before you started to make your way upstairs.

When you got to the roof of the building, you instantly smiled. In front of you was the night sky of London. You sat down on the cold floor and began staring into the night, temporarily forgetting all your troubles. However, it was soon interrupted when the door slammed. Your head turned to see Harry walking over to you. He gave you a smile before he sat down beside you.

“Somehow I knew I would find you here,” Harry chuckled, referring to last week.

You looked over at him and gave him a smile, “Parties aren’t really my thing.” Harry gave a nod as he stared into the skyline.

The two of you sat in silence. Not the uncomfortable kind. The kind of silence where you were just content.

Harry was the first to interrupt the moment. “I’m sorry about last week by the way.”

You quickly shook your head no, “It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. Lucy-” But Harry interrupted, “I must’ve read the moment wrong. I wasn’t thinking.”

You reached over and grabbed his hand softly, “You didn’t. I just couldn’t do that to Lucy.”

You threw your head back in laughter as Harry tried finishing his story, “Don’t laugh! I was only nine!” You held your stomach as it was hurting from you laughing so much. “Exactly! You were nine! That’s far too old to crap your pants!”

Harry shook his head as he buried his face into his hands, “That’s why I absolutely hate beans.” Finally you managed to calm yourself down. You let out one last chuckle before continuing, “I don’t care how old I am. I will always think farts and poops are the funniest thing on earth.”

Harry shook his head as he chuckled. The two of you were on the roof of the club. Harry noticed you weren’t having any fun downstairs so he showed you the place he usually likes to go to whenever he needs an escape.

You rested your head on Harry’s shoulder as you looked straight in front of you where the skyline of London was shining. “London’s so beautiful.”

Harry wrapped his arm around your waist as he pulled you closer, “I think so.”

You looked up to see Harry was already staring down at you. Slowly Harry started to lean in towards you. Just as your lips were about to meet his, you found yourself thinking about Lucy. You remembered her saying something about always fancying Harry. You knew you would be an absolutely terrible friend if anything happened between you and Harry, no matter how much you wanted it.

You leaned your head away. Harry immediately pulled his head back and cleared his throat. You lifted yourself off the ground and avoided looking into Harry’s eyes, “We should probably get back inside.”

You sighed as you were about to admit Lucy’s secret but you couldn’t have Harry thinking you didn’t like him because you did. A lot.

“Lucy likes you and I couldn’t do that to her.” You said as you looked down at your lap. Harry nodded his head, “I see. Do you like me?”

You gave a chuckle as you looked at Harry. You nodded your head, “I do.”

Harry gave a smile to which you returned. “Lucy’s a nice girl but I like you Y/N.” Harry said.

“I still couldn’t do that to her” you replied as you looked down at Harry’s and your’s hand intertwined together.

He gave your hands a soft squeeze, “Didn’t you tell me that often Lucy steals away the guys that you like?”

You shrugged your shoulders before Harry continued, “Why do her feelings come before your own?”

You bit your bottom lip softly, “It’s just always been like that.”

Harry shook his head as he leaned his face closer to yours, “I think you should stick up for yourself. Allow yourself to be happy even if it might hurt others.” And with that, he gave you a soft kiss. You hesitated before you found yourself kissing him back. You felt Harry smile into the kiss as he pulled you closer to his body.

You pulled away from the kiss and nodded your head, “You’re right.” You stood up and help your hand out for Harry to take. Harry got up and grabbed your hand. “Let’s go tell Lucy.”

After searching through the crowd for ten minutes, you finally found Lucy. You turned around and gave Harry a peck on the lips before you made your way over to her. You tapped Lucy on the shoulder. Lucy turned around and gave you a smile, “Where’ve you been?”

You quickly interrupted her, “IlikeHarry.”

Lucy chuckled as she arched her eyebrow at you, “Come again?”

You let out a sigh, “I like Harry.”

You sound your palms sweating as you waited for Lucy’s response. Eventually Lucy smiled, “Then go for it!”

You gasped slightly before continuing, “You wouldn’t be mad?”

Lucy shook her head no as she chuckled and pulled you into a hug. “Course not. I could tell he wasn’t into me anyways.” Lucy pulled you at arm’s length, “Now go get your man.”

You turned your head to see Harry in the spot where you left him, smiling at you.

You turned back to Lucy and gave her one last hug, “Thanks Luce.”

this was a lot of fun to write! thanks to the anon for requesting it! ps did you see what i did with the title? major 2009 vibes lol. don’t forget to send in your thoughts/ requests on what i should write next!

Taking Comfort in Your Touch

Word Count: 1512

Originally posted by princejimin

“Are we really going to sit back and watch this happen?” Taehyung mumbled to Jungkook as the two of them watched Jimin bustle around the kitchen. His cheeks were flushed pink with exertion and both boys could clearly see the struggle their friend was having while attempting to cook.

“That depends. If he fails and burn the food, then Y/N will be the one to suffer, not Jimin.” Jungkook pointed out and Taehyung whined.

“Y/N doesn’t deserve that. This is supposed to be a reward, not a punishment.” Taehyung stepped into the kitchen as Jungkook leaned against the counter, watching the confrontation that was about to happen.

“Hyung, don’t you want some help?” Taehyung asked, stepping up behind Jimin to watch him slowly cut up an onion.

“Don’t you dare Tae, I want to do this myself.” Jimin scolded lightly, pointing his knife in Taehyung’s direction. Taehyung held his hands up in defense.

“Yield the knife my friend, for I am just an innocent man trying to look out for the wellbeing of his friend’s girlfriend.” Jimin rolled his eyes and went back to chopping.

“This is supposed to be a surprise for Y/N for finishing her finals. She’s worked so hard and has been stressing out so much, the least I can do is give her a nice meal and a relaxing evening. It’d feel wrong if it wasn’t 100% from me.” Jimin admitted.

“Aw, hyung, are you crying?” Jungkook teased from the far side of the kitchen and Taehyung laughed.

“Shut up! It’s the onion you brat.” he growled and Jungkook snickered.

“You’ve spent the entire day cleaning and shopping for this night Jiminie, c’mon, let us help you out.” Taehyung urged.

“I don’t need it Tae, I have everything under control.” Jimin said proudly as he finished chopping.

“Oh really? Is that why the sauce is burning on the stove?” Jungkook pointed out and Jimin’s head whipped around so fast Taehyung could’ve sworn he’d broke his neck.

“Shit.” Jimin cursed as he removed the pan from the stove, waving off the smoke with a dish towel. He huffed and looked to his two friends who wore smug looks on their faces. His pink blush grew brighter as he stomped out of the kitchen.

“Thanks guys.” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched the two boys high-five.

“Anything for our hyung! You should probably change though Jiminie, your clothes have seen better days.” Jungkook pointed out as he and Taehyung started to recover the tteokbokki Jimin was making. Jimin noticed for the first time how he had gotten the red chili sauce all over his shirt and pants, despite wearing the apron Seokjin gotten him for Christmas a while ago that said “Caution: extremely hot.”.

Jimin made the journey to his room in the shared apartment and closed the door behind him with a sigh. He could hear Taehyung and Jungkook singing something in the kitchen, and he shook his head and sighed as he discarded his clothes into the empty hamper.

He had tried so hard to make sure everything would run smoothly for this night. He woke up early in the morning and cleaned the entire apartment (sans Tae’s and Kookie’s room, he wouldn’t dare go near their toxic waste). By the time he was done and his friends left for the day, it was already noon. He went out and bought candles, flowers, the whole shebang and fresh ingredients for the food, only to foolishly burn it trying to make sure everything was perfect. Jimin just wanted to spoil his love tonight and hold you in his arms without you having to worry about deadlines and exam schedules and studying until you passed out.

Jimin threw on his comfiest pair of sweats and one of his black t-shirts that made his soft brown hair look like a warm cup of coffee. He walked back out into the kitchen and saw Jungkook washing the dishes, the dining table set in their finest plates with the candles Jimin purchased lit. He was about to smile and thank his adorable maknae when Taehyung slid by him. His pants were off, shirt unbuttoned, with big black sunglasses over his eyes as he danced around the kitchen while using a broom as his partner.

“What did I get myself into?” Jimin mumbled as he ran a hand over his face, snatching the broom from Taehyung’s hands who shouted out a protest.

“Hey! Don’t kill my Tom Cruise vibe.” Taehyung whined.

“Put some pants on Tae, Y/N will be here soon and you both promised to leave tonight.” Jimin’s voice took on a small whimper and Jungkook looked up from his washing.

“C’mon Tae, go get dressed, we’re going to see Cars 3 with Hobi tonight.” Jungkook smiled. Taehyung’s face lit up and he cheered in excitement, running off to his room to change. Jimin sighed and sent a grateful smile to Jungkook.

“Thanks Kookie.” Jungkook smiled and wiped his hands.

“Of course hyung. It’s no problem.” he said as Taehyung came hopping back into the kitchen.

“Don’t wait up for us Jiminie! Have fun tonight!” Taehyung said, sending him a boxy smile and throwing up a V sign before dragging Jungkook out the door. Jimin let out a sigh of relief, running a hand through his hair before heading off to the bathroom; he hoped that he still had enough time to finish preparing before Y/N arrived.

Jimin heard the front door open just as he finished his finishing touches. He smiled and ran up to the door and his heart soared in his chest. He saw you kicking off your shoes and he swore you never looked more beautiful. Even though you just came back home after a long day, he didn’t care as he walked up behind you and hugged you, his hands splaying out over your stomach.

“Hey Y/N.” he smiled, nuzzling his head into your neck and peppering your skin with sweet kisses. He could feel you melt into his arms and you gratefully accepted his kisses.

“Hi Jiminie. It’s so quiet, where are the boys?” you asked.

“They’re gone for the night, I thought since you finished your finals today we could just relax tonight.” he murmured, placing a sweet kiss on your cheek before leading you to the table.

“Oh, Jimin, this is so sweet of you, I don’t know what to say.” you gushed, admiring the sweetheart candles and the flowers on the table. Jimin’s smile grew as he pulled out your chair for you.

“You don’t have to say anything my love, just enjoy it.” he said, taking his seat next to you. Jimin made small talk with you as you both ate, and he made a mental note to thank both of his friends again for their help in saving the food because hot damn was it good. His hand gently grabbed your thigh, rubbing small circles into the skin as you finished up your food. He noticed the blush rise on your cheeks and he wanted nothing more than to kiss the cute blotches of rose colored skin.

“Jiminie, that was amazing, thank you.” you told him once you finished, your belly full and heart warm at the kind gesture.

“That’s not all though.” Jimin took your hand and led you into the bathroom where a hot bath was waiting, the water was light pink and the scented candles made the room smell light and perfect.

“Jimin,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around him in a loving hug. He hugged you back, running his fingers through your hair and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You like it?” he asked softly. You nodded and pulled him down into a sweet kiss. Jimin happily reciprocated, placing his hands on your waist to pull you closer. His lips moved tenderly against yours, humming in content when you gently tugged on his hair. His fingers fleetingly ran down your back as he playfully nipped on your bottom lip, causing a soft gasp to escape your lips. Jimin started to place sporadic kisses down your jaw and neck, grinning against your skin when he heard a soft moan.

“What did I do to deserve an amazing guy like you?” you spoke softly and Jimin looked up at you with a smile on his lips.

“You took my heart and I fell in love.” he said simply and he kissed the blush on your cheeks.

“Now c’mon, before the water gets cold.” he smiled, taking off his clothes and helping you with your own. He sat back in the water and helped you into the tub, settling you in between his legs as the two of you relaxed in the warm water and the embrace of each other.

“Thank you Jimin, for everything.” you mumbled softly, interlacing your hands into his and leaning deeper into his chest. He squeezed your right hand, bringing it up to place a kiss on your palm.

“Of course Y/N, anything for the love of my life.”

Satan The Softie

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Title: Satan The Softie

Characters: Lucifer x Reader, Sam, Dean

Word count: 1,109

Warnings: fluff

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

Ever since you could remember, your favorite aisle at the store was the one that held the spices.  You loved the thought of putting such wonderful smells together into something that would taste great.  You had always wanted to be a cook, but your parents died when you were young.  You were a hunter from that day on.  Hunting was the only thing you really knew how to do.

“I know I’ve technically never made anything homemade,” you began, trying to make your case to Dean.  “Just let me try and make something tonight.  If it goes wrong, I’ll give it up.”

“Didn’t you almost start a fire last time,” Sam asked, looking up from the book in front of him.

“Okay yes,” you confessed.  “But this time I won’t try to flambe anything.”  Your eyes moved back to the elder Winchester.  “Come on Dean, please?”

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Kid in love

Hey sweeties! So here we go again: *DJ Khaled voice* ANOTHER ONE!

This one is about Jo and Shawn meeting for the first time, they are about 16 here :) Leave feedback! xx

He enters the house, the beat drumming against his chest and he takes his jacket off, running his hand through his hair.
The living room is crowded and he is tired, coming back from Europe but it’s Lauren’s birthday and even though they aren’t dating anymore she’s his friend. He bites his lip, looking over the crowd, greeting his friends he hasn’t seen in a long time.

He turns around and tilts his head to the side and then he sees her, standing across the room and he is instantly hooked.

Jo is nibbling on her under lip, taking sips from her drink. She feels awkward and out of place, not knowing anybody except her boyfriend and Lauren Arendse.

Sucks being the new girl.

She looks down on her feet and up again and Shawn’s heart stops beating for a second.

He blinks.
And looks away.

And blushes.
And looks at the girl across the room again.

He doesn’t know her but there is something about her.

It seems like she’s the center of the room, the sun people are circling around but she is oblivious to that.

Dark wavy hair, high cheekbones and pouty lips and Shawn can’t stop looking at her.

He tries to make eye contact and she looks at him, smiling a little and Shawn has never seen someone looking this beautiful while looking this sad at the same time and his heart starts beating again.


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anonymous asked:

sad shawn please

Good Lord, sad Shawn makes me want to cry. Okay guys, buckle your seat belts we’re about to go down Sad Shawn City.

Heres a heartbroken Shawn imagine if you need it –> (X)

  • When Shawn’s sad, it’s not just him that feels broken. It’s breaks your heart, making you feel broken as well.
  • You don’t see the perfect, genuine smile.
  • You don’t see his brown eyes light up the room.
  • You don’t see the enthusiasm or passion.
  • The songs he writes and sings are nothing but negative, but that’s how he lets it out.
  • When he cries, its like the most precious and fragile thing broken into a million tiny pieces. 
  • His whimpers and sobs, pull on your heart string in a bad way.
  • His large hands covering his puffy wet eyes tremble.
  • He doesn’t even have the will to cry on the bed, he lays back against the wall, and slowly sinks to the floor bringing his knees to his chest.
  • Tugging his hair because he’s that frustrated.
  • But don’t get me wrong this isn’t like Humpty Dumpty. Where all the kings men couldn’t put him together again.
  • You could, along with his family, closest friends, and music. But you of all people, is the one person he’ll truly let out all his emotions and thoughts to. In a way that he couldn’t with his music
  • “Y/N…I just…just hold me and tell me everything is going to be okay. Tell me that no matter what happens, we’ll be okay.”

Okay my heart hurts now…whose got tissues?

Imagine being Sam's twin sister and getting sick....

Originally posted by btvsladies

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“Dean.” You groaned as you laid on the bed, sweat pouring off of you as your head pulsated. 

“DEAN!” You groaned louder as the elder Winchester slowly opened the door, and was greeted by the sound of you coughing, and tissues littering the floor. 

“Yes Princess?” He asked as he stepped into the germ zone. 

“Can you make me some Tomato and Rice soup?" 

 "Are you sure you don’t want Mary to make it, even Sam admitted it was better then mine." 

"No I want you to make it. And then can you come in here and watch some Disney movie with me like you did when I was sick as a kid?" 

"Don’t you mean like I do every time you get sick?” He joked as you groaned and threw a pillow at him, “As long as it isn’t Tangled." 

"Thank you Dean." 

 "Your welcome, ya big baby.” He replied before gently kissing your head and leaving the room.


Word Count: 510

Warnings: Angst, Blood, gunshot, brief mention of torture, mention of sex

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Tags: @lucifer-in-leather @ravengirl94 @wayward-mirage @helvonasche @mamaredd123 @myplaceofthingsilove @assbutt-still-in-hell @casbabydontgoineedyou

Author’s Note: This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing  ‘s week 5 of the 2017 hiatus challenge.I swear I edited this thing three times, The first time the tags weren’t working, the second time the keep reading feature disappeared, and the third time? Because I’m a dorkfish who forgot to title her story.

Originally posted by violet-phantomhive

“Dean,” you breathe, reaching for him. Blood seeping from your wound as you move your hand.

“Pressure on that,” he demands as he picks you up. You look up at green eyes and a beautiful face.

“I’m going to die,” you mumble, pain shooting through your middle.

“No, you don’t get to die,” he pleads. Your vision is blurring as you think back to what happened.

“What should we do?” the werewolf asks.

“I believe we shoot her, let her feel the pain we feel, see if we can make it burn her like silver burns us,” his friend grins grabbing your pistol.

Please refrain from shooting her we need her for later,” a woman steps into the room.

“What do we need her for?” the second wolf demands.

“Hey, hey, stay with us,” Dean interrupts your thoughts.

“What?” you mumble, glancing between the Winchesters.

“You’re gonna be fine. We’re gonna get you to the hospital and they’re gonna get the bullet out. You’re gonna be back to normal,” Dean rambles.

“Dean, quiet, I want to remember you as a goofball, not a total spaz,” you pant, vision darkening, going back to your thoughts.

“We need her to get what we want from the Winchesters,”

“Whatever it is, you won’t get it. I’m nothing to them,” you spit at them.

“I’m sure we will. We’ve seen you and the oldest in his car,” they grin. You and Dean were so sure you were alone that night. That no one saw you two, he didn’t want Sam to know yet. If things got serious maybe Sam could know.

“Or you could just tell us where they keep it,” she grins, placing her hands on your arms.

“I don’t know,” you mumble.

“So you don’t know where they leave their books, we know they don’t pack them around with them. It’s a very important book. A journal of sorts,” she states.

“I don’t know, I’ve never been wherever they hide out,” you lie, you live with them.

“Well maybe you need it coaxed out of you then,” she grins and the torture begins.

“Y/n,” you can hear the panic in Dean’s voice. In the end they shot you once, but you had countless broken bones and cuts and scrapes.

“What?” you ask, a slight slur in your voice.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he barks.

“Why? The dark seems safe,” you mutter.

“It’s not,” Sam yells from the driver’s seat.

“When did we get in the car?” you ask looking up at Dean.

“A few minutes ago,” he answers.

“Drive faster,” Dean whispers harshly at Sam. There’s a ringing in your ears.

“Deanie Weenie,” you sing song from his lap.

“That one’s good, I’ll have to use it,” Sam mumbles.

“Shut up Sam,”

“Dean I love you, I know I’m dying and it fucking sucks that I’m dying but I love you. I know I shouldn’t but I love you,” you say.

“You aren’t dying,” Dean barks, putting more pressure on your wound.

“I am though,” you mumble.

“You can’t die, not here, not until I die,” he pleads. The car stops and Dean gets out. Then everything goes black.

Remember Me - Chapter 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: After (Y/N) memory gets wiped by Hydra, Bucky and the others have to figure out how to get it back. Will they succeed or is it lost forever?
Warning: angst, kidnapping

I know I said I’ll post it tomorrow, but I felt really good so here you go! :) Let me know what you think!

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Lost Souls (Pt. 3)

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Genre: Angst | Ghost AU + Soulmate AU | **Warning: mentions of death**

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Length: 1.2k

Synopsis: You were what they called stuck between living and ascending to the afterlife. You spent your days wondering the city trying to find any help; just anyone who could see you. You finally did, except he had to be your soulmate, your other half you left behind in death.

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“W-what are you?” You caught a hint of disgust laced with the fear in his tone. His tone caused your heart to drop and your outstretched hand to fall to your side in defeat. “What the hell was that?”

His hand outstretched in the direction in which the truck had passed, nowhere to be seen anymore. The question clouding your mind was why the truck didn’t attempt to stop as it skidded down the street towards Jungkook, but Jungkook was focused on another.

You had assumed he knew all along. You opened your mouth to speak, but how could you explain it?

“I’m a ghost,” your voice barely above a whisper. Telling him was almost as if you had to remind yourself of what you were. You hated it.

“G-ghost-t-t-t,” he breathed out. If there were more people around, they would have noticed the strange man on the streets talking to himself. He sat with a half dumbfounded, half frightened expression on his face.

You dreaded that you had just lost the chance for help. You just stood in place watching as he registered the information and silently prayed he would still consider helping you. Your fear was answered when he stood up a couple minutes later with a mumble of, “sorry, I can’t help you,” passing his lips as he walked the other way.

You were quick to respond by follow him. “Please.” It was almost like the scene this morning. “I was murdered.” It had tumbled from your mouth. You don’t know why you said it, but you figured it was your desperate ditch to try and gain sympathy.

Those words made him stop. His head turned and you could see half of his face. The expression he wore was indecipherable. Yet, the expression faded and only bitter coldness showed.

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whatever you do DON’T imagine waking shawn up on a lazy saturday morning. DON’T imagine his adorable groggy voice as he says “no cmon just five more minutes”. DON’T imagine him grabbing your face and kissing you so you would stop leaving kisses all over his. DON’T imagine him slowly getting up and out of bed, mumbling “you’re so lucky i love you”. DON’T imagine his bed-head hair and how soft and fluffy it is. DON’T imagine him grabbing a hoodie and slipping it over his head, making his hair even messier. DON’T imagine him slowly making his way down the stairs because he’s still tired and that’s when he’s most clumsy. DON’T imagine him coming up behind you and slipping his arms around your waist and just placing his lips on your neck as he waits for you to finish making your tea. DON’T imagine him getting the sugar from the top cabinet because you’re too short to get it, and when you’re done with it he puts it back in the exact same spot so he can help you get again next time. DON’T imagine the way the sunlight hits his beautiful brown eyes, making them light up. DON’T imagine him pulling you into him as you guys sit on the couch turning on the tv. DON’T imagine him slowly running his fingertips up and down your arm because he’s not really paying attention to what’s on the screen. DON’T imagine him falling back asleep because you two had a late night and he only got 4 hours of sleep. DON’T imagine setting your mug on the coffee table and cuddling up to and laying with him. DON’T imagine listening to his heartbeat as you slowly fall asleep on his chest and feeling how warm he is. Just DON’T imagine any of that okay. DON’T DO IT!!!




Bellamy Blake was nowhere near close to coming home. Things in Mount Weather had proved to be more difficult than originally thought and of course, being a leader, Clarke was needed there. You wondered how many more of your friends are going to have to put their lives at risk.

When Bellamy updated Clarke about the situation regarding the Mountain men, it was the last time you heard his voice. The desperation to talk to him was unreal, almost like if you didn’t you would pass out. You wanted him to know that you were there for him. Closing your eyes, you let the warmth hit you as you remember the conversation. 

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I Don’t Believe You - Jace Herondale (Shadowhunters)

Pairing: Jace x Female!reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Request:  Hey!! do you think you could write a rated M Jace Herondale one-shot? Kinda based on the ending of 2x13 but instead of Maia it’s the reader? I’d totally understand if you aren’t comfortable with writing this kind of imagine but I’d really like it if you would. Thank you <3 -J

Warnings: SMUT, a lot of it

A/N: I would say this was inspired by the scene at the end of 2x13, but I hope you like it^^ ENJOY ;) 

Originally posted by jemcarstvirs

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«Done with your business, Herondale.» You had started calling him that for fun just after the news of which family he really belonged to reached your ears, in the beginning you only did it to lighten his mood a little, but it slowly turned into a thing. 

 He smirked, letting out a chuckle as he walked over to you. 

 «All done.» 

«You wanna go inside? Simon’s playing, everybody was going to be there.» You offered, as Jace stopped in front of you, looking down at the ground. 

 «I’d rather not.» He made a face as he quickly looked up at you before paying more attention to the ground again. 

 «Is that because Clary is in there, or?» You tried lowering your head a little, doing your best at getting eye contact with him. 

 «It’s definitely not the reason.» He continued to look down at the ground, refusing to meet your gaze, 

 «It definitely is.» His head snapped up, eyebrows furrowed as he finally looked you in the eye. 

 «It’s no-« 

«You’re still in love with her.» You stated, a smug look on your face as you crossed your arms across your chest. 

«I’m not in love with Clary.» Jace said through greeted teeth. 

 «I don’t believe you, Jace. Everything you do tells otherwise.» Jace closed his eyes at your comment, taking a deep breath. 

 «Then I’ll prove it to you.» He said as he closed the space left between the two of you, backing you against the wall. 

His lips met yours messily, his hands taking a hold of your wrists, bringing them up against the wall and holding them in place. His body was flush against yours, as he managed to shift both of your hands into one of his, his now free hand running down the length of your body until he got to the hem of your skirt. 

His lips disconnected with yours, as he gave you a smirk before beginning to kiss down your neck, all the while his hand was slowly caressing its way up your inner thigh. Gracefully his hand slipped into your panties, feeling him smirk against your skin as you gasped at the contact. 

Slowly he injected two fingers into you, his thumb starting to run slow circles around your bundle of nerves. In the beginning he moved slowly, but with each thrust inside of you with his fingers he went faster. 

You were feeling it deep inside your stomach with every thrust, every small flick of his wrist. The feeling was building stronger and stronger, your breath getting heavier and heavier, but as you felt the growing knot in your stomach begging to let go, Jace’s hand withdrew completely. 

 A whine escaped your lips before you could stop it, and you couldn’t help but catch the smirk on Jace’s lips as he let go of your arms. 

 «Stay still.» He ordered, still standing impossibly close to your body. Both hands went to his jeans, you only hearing his zipper go down, before both of his hands were on your butt. 

«Jump.» He whispered, and you did as he told you, hooking your legs around his waist. You felt him reach into his pocket, before the tearing of plastic were heard. 

 Thank the angel one of you were thinking safety, although you were on the pill already, one could never be too sure. 

 One of his hands rested on your hip as the other one pushed away your panties, giving him full access. He made eye contact with you before moving an inch though, and as he seemed to have found what he was looking for and a brief nod from you, you felt him slowly ease into you. 

 Fully inside of you, he placed his other hand on your hip as well, his lips meeting yours yet again, more passionate this time. He almost agonizingly slow started to move, not fully moving out, but almost, his lips still kissing yours hungrily. 

 He kept the same pace a couple of more times, before breaking the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours and picking up the speed, both of your breathing getting heavier as well. 

 Small moans escaped from both of you, but neither was loud as you understood an alleyway wasn’t the most private place. The knot in your stomach was building again, small waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it tighter and tighter with each thrust from Jace. 

His head fell to your neck, his hands gripping your butt tightly. The knot fell apart without any warning, as the pleasure hit you hard, leaving you almost unable to breath, your head tilting back against the wall. Jace thrusted one more time inside of you before you could feel him twitch, his body relaxing against yours. 

 You both remained in the same position until your breaths turned to normal. 

 Jace lifted his head to look at you, a smirk on his lips and a mischievous look in his eyes as he whispered: «You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that.»

BabyDaddy!Cal Pt.6

A/N: I’m really struggling putting these chapters out and I feel bad for it, but I want y'all to know I’m doing the best I can. Surprisingly, I typed this up a bit fast and it turned out well in my opinion, so I’m guessing the writers block is diminishing. Y'all know to get this to 100 notes and feedback is very much appreciated (especially rn). Hope you nuggets enjoy💕

**WARNINGS**: Smut because it’s highly requested and  to makeup for my struggles in the last chapter

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty{END}

“So, now that I’ve told you the latest drama, how’s tour been?” Connor smiled through the screen of your phone while cuddled up into Felix’s chest. You hadn’t spoken to your boys since you’d left for the tour two weeks ago and missed them dearly.“You and nugget okay?”

“It’s great and we’re fine."you reassured as you munched on some pickles. It’s crazy how often you crave the salty snack. "It’s fun as hell traveling the world.”

“I bet. You’ve seen more places than both of us ever will.” Felix chuckled.“What about you and Calum? How many times have you beat him?”

“Like three.” Calum hopped into your conversation as he plopped down beside you, placing his head into your lap the best he could while your belly poked his head.“ I deserved it, though.”

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To Edge, Or Not To Edge.

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Sonamy Sonic boom. Fluff.

Sonic’s behaving oddly at its up to Amy to figure out why.

“Can you believe that Faker!” Sonic said angrily as he walked over to Meh burger.

It been almost a week since the hedgehog attacked the team, and Sonic wasn’t over it. He hadn’t stopped talking about how he could have done this and that. His team on the other hand where getting rather sick of Sonic’s constant ranting.

“Give it a rest would ya Sonic!” Knuckles said sighing before taking a big bite of the burger in his hands.

“How can I?” Sonic said sinking in to his chair. “He was so…so…” Sonic said the anger building in him again.

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- Where the hell is this man? - I whispered, calling him again. God knows if he would take it. Most of the time, Steve would let his phone at home. But I couldn’t blame him, he hate them. I waited for him another half an hour, until he finally came with his motorbike. He took off his helmet and got off the bike, coming to me and kissing me.

- Hey - he said.

- Hey? I’ve waiting for you for an hour and the only thing you say is “hey”?.

- Uh, babe, I’m sorry. I… - he scratched his nape. - I fell asleep. And not because I didn’t set an alarm, I swear! But… Sam played on me.

I rolled my eyes. - Pkay, love. It’s okay. Just don’t do it again, okay? What would you do if I got kidnapped?

- Assemble the Avengers?

I rolled my eyes again. - Yes, love. Of course you’d assemble the Avengers. Okay, let’s go. - I said, taking a helmet and getting on the bike. 

i cannot keep up w all of the boys separately it’s like having 4 children who have 4 different after school activities you need to attend in a night and you don’t know how to make it to all of them