you guys should write me one shots

★ Fic Recs ★

Just know, I recommend all of these authors masterlists, but here’s a few to start you off. They’re all multi-part fics. 
Also, I’ve probably forgotten so many amazing fics. I’ve read so many it’s hard to remember them all, but i’ll try to add them as i remember.

(I like waaaay to many one-shots to write down but start by checking these guys masterlists.) 



Bucky Barnes:

Steve Rogers:

last kiss- h.s song imagine

I still remember the look on your face

Lit through the darkness at 1:58

The words that you whispered

For just us to know

You told me you loved me

You let out a huff as you tried getting comfortable on the bed. You hated taking a nap in the middle of the day because it always messed up your sleeping schedule. Now here you are at almost 2pm wide awake. Harry let out a sigh and turned on his side of the bed and looked at you with tired eyes, “What’s wrong?”

You looked at him a guilty smile, feeling bad for waking him up, “Can’t sleep.”

Harry yawned and scooted closer to you, “Alright. I’ll just stay up with you till you do.” You shook your head no, “It’s alright. Go ahead and go back to sleep.”

Harry chuckled, “I can’t anyways with you tossing and turning.” You gave him a sheepish smile before he continued, “Plus I love you. Can’t have you up the entire night.”

You let out a slight gasp, “What?” Harry smiled and repeated, “Said I can’t have you up all night.” You quickly shook your head, “No. What did you say before that?”

Harry smirked, “I wont be able to sleep with you tossing and turning?” You reached over and hit him lightly, “After that!”

Harry chuckled and grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on it, “Said I love you.”

Your stomach started doing backflips, you smiled and whispered, “I love you too.”

I ran off the plane

That July 9th

The beat of your heart

It jumps through your shirt

You got off the plane and quickly scanned the room to see if he was here yet. You just got back from your hometown after visiting your mom for her birthday. Harry couldn’t make the trip but sent the biggest bouquet of flowers to your mother. Your mom was so surprised and pleased that he would think to do something like that. You remember the conversation you had with your parents as they were saying goodbye.

“Make sure you thank Harry once again for the beautiful flowers,” your mom said as she gave you a hug. You chuckled and hugged your mother back, “I think he gets it, mom. You sent him enough thank you texts. When your mom pulled away, your father quickly gave you a hug as well, “He’s a good man, that Harry kid.”  You blushed slightly and pushed a piece of hair out of your eyes. Having your parents approval of the guy you were dating meant a lot to you. “He is.”

Your eyes finally landed on the guy that managed to steal your heart away. He was wearing the biggest smile on his face. In his hand he held a sign that said your name on it and a little “x” next to it. Quickly you ran to him, throwing out a few sorry’s to the people you pushed, and jumped on Harry. He caught you quickly and wrapped his arms around you, he let out a chuckle, “I missed you, love.” He let you down but you were quick to give him another hug, “I missed you too, H.”

I do remember the swing of your step

The life of the party, you’re showing off again

And I roll my eyes and then

You pull me in

I’m not much for dancing

But for you I did

Harry’s family were having a family reunion for the weekend and of course Harry invited you. Anne already adored you and he just had to show everyone the girl that managed to steal his heart. You sat at one of the lawn chairs in the backyard and stared at Harry dancing with his little cousins. Your heart swelled at the thought of one day having children with Harry. A piece of cake was then placed in front of you, interrupting your thoughts. You looked over and saw Gemma sitting down next to you with a smile. You smiled back and let out a thank you. You returned your gaze back at Harry who was twirling one of the little girls. Gemma followed your gaze and smiled. “I like you and Harry together.”

You looked at Gemma, your cheeks turning a slight pink. Gemma continued, “He almost never brings a girl home for us to meet. You’re special to him.” You looked down at your lap and smiled a small smile, “He means the world to me.”

Harry quickly ran up to the both of you, slightly panting, “Y/N! Let’s dance!” He tried grabbing your hands but you were quick to pull away. “No Harry! Your entire family is here! How embarrassing!”

Harry chuckled and looked around, “No one’s watching! Come on, love!” You looked at Gemma who was staring at the both of you with an amused expression on her face. She mouthed, “Go!” You looked back at Harry who was staring down at you with a playful smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes slightly but playfully. You stood up and allowed him to lead you to the middle of the dance floor. A slow song was playing on the speakers set up outside. Harry wrapped his arms around your waist while you did the same to his neck. He let out a content smile. You looked at him curiously, “What?” Harry placed a kiss on your cheek, “Just happy you’re here.”

I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets

You kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something

You sat on yours and Harry’s bed, books scattered around you. You were tapping your pencil nervously on your chin as you looked at the math equation in front of you. You had your final exam tomorrow so you were studying all day but this one particular equation was confusing the hell out of you. Harry entered the room quietly with a glass of wine. He knew not to bother you while you were studying but also knew how stressed you get when doing your maths. He handed you the glass while you thanked him quietly. He sat down next to you and placed a hand on your waist, “How’s it going love?”

You sighed and placed the glass on the bedside table. You put your head on your hands and let out, “I don’t know how I would use this formula and it’s my last exam for the entire semester so I need to get a really good grade or I won’t pass then I’ll have to take the class aga-” You were then interrupted to Harry turning your head to face his and giving you a soft kiss. You closed your eyes and kissed him back. Harry pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, “Better?”

You nodded your head and pecked his lips once more, “Better.”

I don’t know how to be something you miss

Never though we’d have a last kiss

Never imagined we’d end up like this

A suitcase filled with your clothes and belongings were sat at the front door. You were sitting on the couch in what used to be your’s and Harry’s apartment. You had your arms wrapped around yourself, as if your mind was telling you to hide your body away from anymore harm. Harry was sitting next to you, his eyes red and puffy. Tears were pouring out of your eyes. You managed to choke back, “Why?”

Harry sniffed and closed his eyes. He didn’t know why. He didn’t know how this happened but it did. The unthinkable happened. Harry fell out of love with you.

He remembers when he told you how much you cried. He remembers the sobs coming out of your trembling body.

“Did you find someone else? Is that why?” You managed to get out of your sobs. Harry was crying himself. Seeing you like this was breaking him inside. He still cared about y you deeply. He just didn’t love you like you loved him and he knew it was selfish to continue the relationship. He wanted you to find someone who could love you as much as he did. He thought he was doing the right thing by breaking up with you but seeing how broken you were made him question everything. He hated himself for not being able to love you properly. Harry shook his head no. “There’s no one else.”

You let out another sob. Harry wrapped his arms around you. You buried your face into his chest, you cried out, “I love you Harry. Please.”

He wanted you to keep the apartment but you quickly declined his offer. You couldn’t bare to stay in a place filled with memories of you two together. You would go mental. You looked at Harry to see him already staring at you with tears in his eyes and a guilty heart. You bit your lip softly before you leaned in and gave Harry a kiss. You knew you would never be able to kiss him again. Harry knew this too while he kissed you back. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. The kiss was intense. It was a goodbye. You poured every emotion you could into the kiss. You kissed him as if you were trying to tell him to change his mind, to give you guys another chance. Harry kissed you as if he was saying he’ll always love you but he doesn’t love you like he should. The both of you pulled away, panting slightly. Harry kissed your forehead one last time. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”


i hope you guys enjoyed this one! and don’t forget to keep on sending your requests on what you would like me to write next! im working on the requests already sent, dont fret :)

He Should Be Here

Characters: Y/N, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Sammy Winchester (no I am not stuttering!), Lisa Braeden (mentioned), Ben Braeden (mentioned), Chuck (mentioned) Lucifer (mentioned), Michael (mentioned)    

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Lisa

Warnings: Character death (only as in canon), nothing much else I think.     

Word Count: 1600ish

A/N: Hey guys welcome to SPN Angst Appreciation Day 2017 - I hope y’all are ready to cry. As one of your hosts I thought it was my duty to do my best to make sure you go to bed with puffy eyes tonight so I am posting 3 brand new one shots in honor of this day. This is number 1

I have been wanting to write this fic for the longest of times - I hope you guys will enjoy it. It is heavily inspired by You Should Be Here by Cole Swindell

Thanks to @blacktithe7 for being a sweetie and betaing this for me

It was Tuesday, and just like any other Tuesday, you had gone to the park. You sat on the bench watching the kids play as you gently rocked the stroller with your sleeping baby boy inside it.

You didn’t come here for your son though. You came for you. You had been ever since the moment you had found out you were pregnant. It had been a Tuesday too, and a beautiful day just like today. You had called the only person you could think to call, even if you had vowed to each other only 3 weeks ago to go your separate ways and start over. Given your condition, that promise hadn’t lasted long, and this park had not only become your place to dream, it had become your meeting ground. It had become your only connection to the father of your child.

“Hey, how’s little Sammy doing?” his voice sounded behind you, and you looked up to see the tall, broad ex-hunter standing above your stroller, smiling softly at your sleeping son .

“Growing like weed,” you answered, making Dean chuckle as you raised from your seat to let him hug you.

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New York // Part 2

hi. 
omg it took me ages to write this and idek why. it’s not the best, it’s actually really short and the reason why it’s like that is because i felt like i was dragging it out tooooooooo long and that just makes stuff not enjoyable. i’m sorry i took ages and it’s not even up to standards smh but i really wanted to give you guys somet!! if you have any ideas regarding what i should write about next, preferably not something that i will take ages to write lmao, then please leave them in the message box thing. ummmm, not much else to say so i hope you’s kinda like it? you don’t have to, you can tell me if it’s shite lmao. also i’m really sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, i didn’t proof read bc i wanted it out for you lads as soon as i could! OH ONE MORE QUESTION. do you’s prefer longer or shorter one shots? just so when it comes to writing them i have an idea of what to include and stuff. 
lotta love, xoxo -b

part 1 if you haven’t read it yet here 💗

I was in the shower for probably at least 45 minutes after I woke up from the longest nap ever. It wasn’t my intention to stay in bed until 6 pm however I couldn’t do anything about it. I was tired and although I knew that it didn’t help my jetlag at all I just slept anyway.

Once I was out of the shower, dry and feeling comfortable in my pair of black leggings and baggy shirt I laid back down on the bed. My phone was charging which confused me for a minute because I didn’t remember putting it on the bed side table or even taking it out of my pocket. Then I suddenly realised that it must have been Harry who put me to bed properly and sorted my stuff out as well.

Sighing, I took my phone off of the charger and pressed the middle button which caused the screen to light up. As I scrolled down on the locked screen I saw a whole lot of messages from my mum, my dad, and my mates and if I saw correctly even Harry’s name popped up as well.

I didn’t pay much attention to them because as soon as I unlocked my phone I somehow instantly forgot about the messages. After I finished my daily routine of going through all of my social media accounts which mainly consisted of Instagram and Twitter I decided it was time to show my face. And to be honest, I was rather bored as well. Not to mention my hunger which didn’t seem to fade.

Although when I got downstairs I found myself on my own, it was as if I was the only one living here. I didn’t know where Harry was though he probably told me about it in his text which I never read. Oh well – I thought as I made my way towards the kitchen and opened up the fridge door. It was full of food.

But it was full of healthy food.

Then I found some chocolate yogurt and a smile creeped its way onto my lips. I took it out of the fridge without any hesitation, taking a spoon out of the drawers as well then sat down on the bar stool chairs. My eyes were probably shining like the stars on a night sky while my mouth was watering but just as I was about to eat the first spoonful of desert, Harry stumbled in the house.

First I thought he was drunk or something but then I saw the bags in his hands. His sunglasses were low on his nose, it was about to fall off actually, his shirt was wide open on his chest and his jeans were hanging down on his waist as well.

Basically, he was a mess.  

I raised my eyebrows as I put the spoon in my mouth and ate what was on it, not minding one bit that he just came back. He didn’t seem bothered and he sure as hell wasn’t expecting me to actually get up because he knew me too well.

“Are you still hungry?” he asked me a few minutes later when I had finished my yogurt. He was still putting the things he bought away and right up until the question slipped past his lips, we were both extremely quiet.

Maybe a bit too quiet.

“Umm,” I muttered as I turned around with my chair, leaning back on the counter with my elbows. “Depends what you bought.”

“Just some stuff,” he shrugged then when he turned around he looked at me with a questioning look on his face. Arching my brow, which seemed to be the only facial expression I’ve shown since I woke up, I waited for him to carry on but instead he just looked away while messing with the shopping bags.

“Why are you being so awkward?” I asked him finally, a laugh escaping my lips although I didn’t find the situation funny.

“I’m not being awkward. I don’t know what you’re on about,” he scoffed. “The jetlag must be hitting you and your little nap probably didn’t help you.”

“Are you seriously gonna be acting like a dick to me because I was moody on the way back from the airport?” my voice got stronger and louder as I stayed sat down. I tried not to let my emotions show on my face but I totally failed. I always did so I wasn’t surprised. “I’m so sorry I was tired, hungry and stressed.”

“Well, I was tired, hungry and stressed as well yet I put a smile on my face because I finally got to see you after ages.”

“I’m sorry you felt like that, okay? And I didn’t ask you to force a smile on your face, hell, I-, I don’t even know-, gosh, do we really have to argue?”

“I’m not arguing-,”

“Well then shut your mouth and give me a hug. You didn’t hug me since that awkward one at the airport where everyone was looking.”

A sigh left his mouth as he looked to the side. I saw as he swallowed then shut his eyes and let another sigh out before he concentrated on me with his eyes again.

“Okay, don’t give me a hug then, that’s fine too,” I gave up as I slipped off of the chair. I chucked the spoon in the sink then did the same to the empty yogurt box.

“Baby, look-,” he started to talk as I was about to leave the kitchen but his voice stopped me. I didn’t turn around, hoping he’d carry on with what he wanted to say but the room was dead silent.  

“Do you want me to stay here at all or should I just get my shit and leave?”

“Listen, I’m sorry-,”

“Yeah.”

“I am, I just-, I’m stressed, and I don’t know where my head’s at. I have my first solo performance in like hours, well, tomorrow night, but still. I’m nervous as hell and it didn’t help that I made you so angry when we were in the car.”

“I know you’re stressed and I know how it feels to be like that. You feel like you’re lost as if there’s no way out and you’re just stuck in one place. You don’t know what to do to get over yourself and your problems until you have a big crying session or talk it out with someone. So I don’t think it helps that you’re so distant, and that you made me so angry? When? You were being nice to me and I just flipped because I was not in the mood. You did nothing wrong.”

“Well, then why do I feel like I upset you? You said I was being awkward then I was acting like a dick towards you just now. What am I supposed to think?” his voice was desperate and lost, my heart suddenly started to ache for him and my actions spoke louder than my words could.

As I walked back to him I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly, making sure I did my best to collect all of his pieces that were not stuck together to make him his perfect self. I absolutely hated seeing him in a bad shape and no matter what he did or did not do I couldn’t just stand there and let him be.

Which might not be always beneficial and it may make me look absolutely weak when it comes to him I had to accept it.

Almost right as I hugged him, his arms wrapped around my neck and his head rested on top of mine, making sure our bodies basically moulded into one.

“I love you. I’m sorry I’m such a mess,” he whispered into my hair, his soft voice full of emotions making my heart beat faster and goose bumps arise on my arms.

“I love you and please don’t say that. You’re not a mess.”

“I am a mess though and you know it too,” he sighed as he slightly pulled away, shoving one of his hands through this short hair.

“Well then in that case, you are my mess,” I winked at him as I got on the tip of my toes to press a light kiss on his lips.

He smiled which made me smile and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around his neck this time and jump into his arms. Thankfully, he held on to me so I didn’t fall, a soft chuckle leaving his irresistible lips while his eyes were shining brighter than anything I have ever seen before.

“I’m sorry about my attitude before,” I told him as I hid my face in the crook of his neck. My grip was tight on him, my fingers formed into a fist as I locked my arms around Harry’s neck.

“Don’t worry about it, love,” he said and he suddenly started to walk out of the kitchen.

We didn’t go far, just to the couch in the living room where he sat down with me in his arms then I ended up sitting on his lap with my legs on each side of his waist.

“So you’ll come and see me, right?” he asked me a few minutes after he was just staring at me but not in a creepy way. He did that sometimes and I didn’t mind it because I knew he gave me his full attention and I loved it.

Now that might have sounded uptight and kind of selfish, it was the truth plus I didn’t mean it in that sense.

“Yes,” I said right away. “I mean if you want me to, it’s up to you.”

“I want you to,” he nodded. “Actually, I need you to come with me,” he laughed. “M’gonna be doing these skits and I need you to be there not to mention I’m performing a new song.”

“Which one?” I asked him curiously. I haven’t exactly heard his full album yet only because I told him I want it to be a surprise.

He actually really wanted me to listen to it then after I told him I wanted to wait for the actual release date he kinda got onto my idea. Of course he showed me snippets here and there because he knew how curious I was all of the time but I’m also way too stubborn so I wouldn’t just ask him to show me stuff.

“The only one you heard. Apart from Sign of the Times.”

“Ever Since New York?” I asked again just to make sure I was thinking about the right one.

I knew of the titles of the songs but I didn’t listen to them.

“Yeah,” a small smile made its way onto his lips. I couldn’t help myself as I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his in a soft peck, his right hand came in contact with my cheek as he rested it on my face while our lips were touching. “I’m very happy you are here.”

“I’m very happy to be here.”

“Good,” he chuckled. “I missed having you around.”

“I bet you did,” I joked which to he raised one of his eyebrows and pouted at the same time. “I think I missed you too.”

“What do you mean you think? Aren’t you supposed to know that?”

“I don’t know, am I?”

“Um, yes?”

“Well, I don’t,” I shrugged as I kept on messing around with him and eventually got off his lap.

My legs were still on his thighs but I was sitting on the couch, right next to him. He took advantage of this position as he leaned into me, resting his head on my shoulder and placing his hands on my legs. They were warm and big and it made the butterflies in my stomach come to live as he rested his hands on my thighs. He just had that effect on me and it was lovely really.

“I’m just messing with you, I missed you more than you’ll ever know,” I said suddenly as I hugged his bicep tightly and pressed a few kisses on his chin as his head was still leaning on my shoulder.

In Love With The Idea Of You - Royalty AU (Lin X Reader) Part One

Okay, This was for @hamwriters Write-a-thon challenge: Day One, but due to unforeseen circumstances, I was down and out most of the week. I wasn’t even going to bother but @gratitudejoyandsorrow was being her awesome self and convinced me to write it anyways… (Just a side note, guys, she is totally amazing…just saying)… Oh and please let me know what you think…I can leave it just as a one-shot or if you think it should continue…. So, without further ado, here is “In Love With The Idea Of You”.

Word Count: 2628

Warnings: Umm…Major fluffiness and I warn you now….tissues are advised.

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Stuck in Limbo // pt. 1

A/N.: This idea came to me a couple of weeks ago and I just had to write it down. I had originally planned this to be a one-shot, but turns out (and this comes as no surprise) I got too excited with the story and, therefore, it got kinda long, reason why I’m turning it into a two-parter. So I hope you guys enjoy this part, the next and final one should be up pretty soon! I’d love to know your thoughts on this though, so please let me know what you think! Your opinions are deeply appreciated!!

“Riley? Riles, you there?”

Lucas walks into the dark, silent living room, confusion painting his features. He turns the lights on as his eyes scan the apartment, the place is completely empty. His mind instantly wanders back to the conversation he had with Riley over breakfast. They weren’t on the best terms for the past couple of days, that was for sure, but she had promised him she’d make it tonight.

He steps aside letting Zay in, throwing his keys on the table when something catches his eye. Oh no, she didn’t. Lucas can feel his jaw tighten as he reads the note, rolling his eyes at its unpleasant, though unsurprising, message. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Zay.

“Let me guess… Jackass? He chuckles, walking over to the couch.

“What do you think?” The blonde bites out, rereading the note aloud “Out with Jack. Don’t wait up. Wink face.” Lucas features distort in disgust as he scrunches up the piece of paper and tosses it away.

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Omg you guys.

My boss put me back on 8 hour days and is letting me just sit back with my favorite project instead of juggling a bunch of them starting tomorrow.

I’M GONNA WRITE SO MUCH TRASH YOU NERDS AREN’T EVEN READY FOR IT.

just a break- h.s imagine

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Harry and Y/N were the couple that everyone envied. Their love was something you only saw in fairytales. It was something your parents told you that once you found something so magical and so spectacular, don’t ever let go. It was them against the world. But what happens when everyone is waiting for them to crumble? What happens when the spotlight comes too much? What happens if your love wasn’t as strong as everyone thought it was?


“What happened to us?” Y/N whispered softly as Harry held her on his lap while sitting on the cold floor of his apartment. Harry sighed and closed his eyes while placing a gentle kiss on top of her head. For the past couple of weeks, the couple have been doing nothing but arguing with one another. Whether they were yelling about silly things such as not placing a dirty dish into the dishwasher or yelling about articles accusing things such as cheating; they were constantly yelling.

“I don’t know, love.” Harry sighed while playing with the ends of Y/N’s hair. “Maybe we should take a break..”

Y/N quickly turned her head and looked at Harry. “A break? I..I know we’ve been fighting a lot lately-“

“We’ve been fighting constantly, love” Harry said while looking down at his hands.

“I know but..a break? How is that going to make anything better? If anything it’s going to drive us even more apart than we already are!” Y/N exclaims while getting off Harry’s lap, tears already surfacing her eyes.

Harry quickly grabbed Y/N’s hands and looked into her eyes that once carried so much love for him but now held hurt from his words. “It’s not a permanent break, love! Maybe..maybe until I leave for tour, yeah? We just need time to cool off from everything! We need to figure out where we fit into each other’s life.”

Y/N choked back on a sob. “Where we fit into each other’s life? Harry, you’re my entire world. Is it because you want to see other people while you’re on tour? Is it because you don’t want to have to worry about the burden of your girlfriend back at home?!”

“You know I would never even think about someone who isn’t you! Why would you accuse me of that!” Harry stood up and began walking into the kitchen.

“Because you said you wanted a break! How is that supposed to make me feel..” Y/N shouted as she followed Harry into the kitchen. Harry turned back around and looked at his girlfriend of two years with tears in his eyes. “It’s supposed to make you feel loved. It’s supposed to show you that I love you and that I want this relationship to continue forever but it won’t if we’re constantly fighting. This break is going to give us that opportunity. It’s going to show how much we mean to each other.” Harry walked up to Y/N and grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. “Please Y/N. Please see it that way. Please see it as a way to bring us together again..” Harry cried while burying his face into the crook of Y/N’s neck.

Slowly Y/N wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck and pulled him closer. They held onto each other for what felt like a lifetime. “Okay..” Y/N eventually said while sniffing and rubbing her bloodshot eyes. “We’ll take a break.”

“Just a break..” Harry whispered into her ear with his closed.  

But it wasn’t just a break. After that night at Harry’s apartment, the two shared their “last night” together. That night, Harry showed Y/N just how much he meant to her again and again. 

Eventually Harry left for tour. Y/N cried into his arms at the airport while Harry shushed her and whispered, “Just for a little while, lovely.” But when Harry left, he left her physically and emotionally. His calls were rare and his texts were forced. Y/N was heartbroken. What became her biggest fear from the break came true. What was promised to be just a break turned out to be just the end of their relationship.


hey guys! this was my first imagine ever and i am so nervous about it! omfg as im writing this, my hands are shaking. please let me know what you guys think! please let me know if i should continue or not! thanks for reading! all the love, taylor.

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Jared x Reader: Part I

(Part II)

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x reader

Warning(s): Implied death of Gen and sad!Jared… Like, Jared being sad would make me sad, but other than that, I think it’s good! (Like, literally. This is super chill, and there’s not even a kiss. Nooo! lol [Reader and Jared aren’t a couple yet.] But maybe I’ll write a part 2. idk) (Okay, like two/three cuss words?, but yeah.) 

Summary: It’s been exactly two years since Gen died in a car accident, which makes it’s a pretty hard day for Jared, but he still keeps going with his panels. 

Word count: 1388 (Whew! Ended up a little longer than I really expected!)

A/N: I just really want to make sure people don’t think that I don’t like Genevieve Cortese/Padalecki. I think her and Jared are a freaking adorable couple, and she’s awesome! This just popped into my head Tuesday morning, so I wanted to write it. (Not to mention all the JIBcon 8 panels I’ve been watching… lol) Hope you guys like it!
(Picture credit goes to @polystyrenejen on Twitter!)

I watched Jared answering questions up on stage from the side door. He’d been doing pretty well all of today, trying to act like he wasn’t struggling with what day it was. He was more quiet and down when he wasn’t around fans, but he smiled and laughed during photo ops and autographs and his panel with Misha had gone well. The fact that most of the fans knew what day it was, was helpful too, since they were being a little more sensitive.

This was his last thing for today, his solo panel.

I was about to head back to the green room, when I heard somebody ask, “What’s your favorite season and why?”

I stopped, knowing what the answer usually was. Season four. The season he met Genevieve in. But today was a bad day to ask that. A really bad day. I turned around to look at him.

Jared froze for a second before swallowing hard. “Um… Uh, probably season four.”

Okay, let it go. You got a partial answer.

“Why?” the fan repeated.

Oh, God, please no…

Jared bit his lip, looking up at the high ceiling for a second, and glanced back. “I, um, it’s the season where I, uh, met-” his voice broke “-Gen.”

The person asking the question looked genuinely confused, as if they weren’t sure why Jared was getting emotional. They were either new and hadn’t had the chance to find out anything about our cast yet or they really just didn’t know much about Jared in general.

I walked up to Ashlyn, the woman who made sure the cast left their panels on time and whispered to her, “Can I crash his panel for the last few minutes?” 

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New York // Part 1

hi. um, sorry I haven’t been really active on here, I didn’t have any motivation to do any of the texts or write one shots or anything like that. although after Harry’s performance on snl I was like yanno what I really wanna write somet about it so here it is. well, the first part. I am planning on writing the part where he’s on set and stuff I just kinda had to intro the whole thing plus I guess it was about time I posted somet as well. hope you enjoy it, make sure to tell me if you have any ideas or if I should start one shots which are continueous? I’ve seen some people do that and it seems interesting, it’s not so much as a fanfiction because the events wouldn’t be happening after each other but they would have some connection. wow I’m rambling but tell me what you think! happy easter guys! 🐰 oh and you can follow me on my main blog which is hesasnowflake bc i kinda got back onto it? idk up to you. oh that’s also my twitter if you wanna give me a cheeky follow lmao shameless promo x have fun reading this tho also idk when part 2 will be out so keep an eye on this blog or just turn the post notifications on. lotta love, xoxo -b

PART 2

Travelling was always one of my favourite things to do and so when it meant it will excuse me from doing other things I was supposed to, I just loved it that much more. Working on assignments wasn’t near as much fun as packing a suitcase, getting a plane ticket then driving to the airport and getting on a plane to get somewhere else in the world.

Honestly, there was nothing better.

Even though many people don’t like long flights I personally enjoyed it. I liked going on different planes, experiencing different journeys with different people. I know I might sound like a right weirdo at this moment and time but I’m only telling you the truth.

And so going back to the beginning, where I was saying I loved travelling just a little bit more when it meant I didn’t have to do certain things – well, at least for a little while – that was exactly the situation I was in right now.

My luggage was already checked in and I went through security as well so I had the chance to get myself a nice cup of coffee from Starbucks with a sandwich which I ate at one of the tables there. Feeling extra happy, I pulled my phone out of my hoodie pocket and pressed down on the button on the device so that my screen lit up. A smile made its way onto my face as I saw unread messages from my best friend who also happened to be my boyfriend.

Harry: you’re still coming right? I’m absolutely flipping nervous

Harry: oh crap I’ve gotta go, we’re doing an intro ad thing for the show. see you soon hopefully. love you x

A light chuckle left my lips as I clicked out of the message and opened another one from my lovely mother who was asking me if I made it onto the plane yet or if I’m still at home, lying around on the couch. Well what can I say I was never one to leave in time or make it in time to somewhere therefore I wasn’t surprised when I saw her messages.

Instead of texting her back, at which I was absolutely terrible but I think that was already shown when I never answered Harry, I clicked on her contact name and called her.

“Hey love, are you at the airport yet? Are you all checked in, yeah?” she asked me straight away, not even letting me take a breath before she flooded me with her questions.

But I guess mums will always be like this, right? And I should be grateful she’s like this with me because most children don’t have the opportunity to have a good relationship with their mothers or parents in general. 

“Hi mother, yes, I am at the airport and yes I am checked in,” I laughed as I lifted my cup full of hot coffee which may I add very rarely drank. I wasn’t the biggest fan of coffee but I needed it in that moment.

“Very well then,” she sighed. I heard soft clicking noises in the background so I knew she was working on something like she always did. It was as if she never stopped. If she wasn’t at work she was cleaning the house, the garden or doing extra work at home. I guess you could say she was really work-orientated, she liked keeping herself busy at all times. “Have you talked to Har yet?”

“Hmm,” I hummed as a huge smile appeared on my face again. My mum and dad called Harry “Har” and he loved it and it just made me very-very happy because they got along so well. “Although he had stuff to do so we didn’t talk on the phone.”

“Right, he is a busy man, isn’t he?”

“He is,” I agreed. “Anyways, I think I should get my laptop out and do some work so I don’t have to do all of it when I get back. I know for a fact I’m not gonna do anything while in New York.”

“That’s great thinking, my love. Looks like you inherited some of my drive to do work whenever wherever,” she laughed.

We talked for a few more minutes then she had to excuse herself because she had a Skype interview with one of the applicants or something like that. I guess you could say my mum was a boss-kinda-person at work meaning that she was an important member of the company she worked with.

While I had my laptop open and my drink in my hand I didn’t really do much although I didn’t expect any less or any more from myself. Basically, I just wasted my time until I had to pack my stuff away and get my arse on the plane. Which might I add was happy about. How could I not been happy about it?

Finally, I was going to New York. Not to mention the fact that I was also going to be seeing my amazing boyfriend who I miss very much.

**

Those eight hours on the plane didn’t even do anything to me. Probably because I slept all the way through which was clearly shown in the fact that my phone’s battery was dead since I forgot to plug it in once we were in the air and I was listening to music throughout the journey.

When I got through the security and immigration which was literally the longest bloody thing ever, I got my stuff then sat down inside and got my laptop out. It took me about fifteen minutes to connect to the free Wi-Fi which was terrible on its own so that just added to my stress and small amount of panic which was starting to build up within me.

I had to get a hold of Harry somehow because stupidly enough I didn’t tell him the time my flight would be arriving here and I also didn’t let him buy my tickets. Well, he helped me out because he truly insisted but he just transferred money onto my card, which honestly was more than I needed so I sent it back to him and only used a small amount of it, and I was the one who bought the tickets.

Once I was on the internet, I clicked on my messages which were blowing up, all of them from Harry. I didn’t even bother reading them I just clicked on the little bar and started typing out what I wanted to tell him before that stupid free Wi-Fi cut off.

Me: hii, I’m here and I’m stuck lol. my phone’s dead cos I never charged it on the plane so if you could come get me from the airport that would be lovely. sorry for not telling you when I was landing, I totally forgot. I’ll be outside but don’t bother replying bc the wifi is shit and I’ll probs won’t get your messages. I love you see you soon x

To send that message it took me like another ten minutes and just when I thought it would never go through, it said “Delivered” under it. I felt the built up pressure leave my shoulders as I almost closed my laptop off but then I saw his message pop right up.

Harry: good thing I have amazing connections right? I figured I’d find out when you’ll arrive because I know you and I had a feeling you’d end up stranded at the airport

Me: wait what you spied on me little fucker smh well at least you’re here right I’m really hungry haz hurry up please the wifi will go away pls xxxxxxx

Harry: get up your ass then and come out. I’m in a white Audi right as you come out the sliding glass doors

I smiled reading that message. I didn’t even bother putting my laptop away I just closed it down, put my backpack on my back then with my macbook in one of my hands and my suitcase in the other I started making my way out of the airport.

The sun was brighter than my future in that moment and I absolutely regretted not taking my sunnies out but it didn’t matter too much as soon as I set my eyes on the car which he mentioned in his text.

Squinting, I walked towards the car and as I was about to open the door, the window rolled down at the driver’s seat.

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked the lad as I looked at him, one of my hands coming in contact with my forehead so that I could keep the sun out of my eyes.

I could feel my cheeks heat up as I looked at the stranger, confusion taking over me completely.

“I-I’m so sorry sir, I thought-, my boyfriend,” I stuttered as I didn’t know what the actual hell to say. Was Harry seriously taking the piss? “I’m sorry, I’m going now,” I told the man as I reached out to my suitcase handle then pulled it behind myself.

I couldn’t believe how big of a dick Harry was. Did he find that amusing? Well, knowing his crazy ass he most probably did. And he definitely saw it all happening from one of the cars.

I crossed my arms once I put my laptop away in my backpack and leaned back on the seats. I honestly didn’t find this shit funny at the beginning then as I started to get over it, I begun to chuckle slightly until I realised I was shaking my head and grinning like crazy.

This was not the first time he had played me like that. We’re always like this with each other though. Some people would say we are too immature for our ages but I mean we couldn’t care less about their opinions. This was another reason why we worked so well together with Harry.

“Now that, my friend, was absolutely hilarious!” looking to my left I saw him walking closer, looking bloody gorgeous as always as his deep voice made a few people look at us.

His outfit was full black like always, his skinnies hugging his legs perfectly and his dark coloured shirt was so see-through you could easily make out the butterfly on his tummy and the swallows on his chest. He was fricking perfect and he knew it. Well, I was hoping he did because he was.

He was laughing by the time he got to me and all I did was shake my head and stood up, my hands still folded together and pressed against my chest.

“You’re just so funny, aren’t you?” I asked him, arching a brow while the tone of my voice was nothing but pure sarcasm.

“That I am, baby, that I am,” he smiled as he put his arms out, ready to pull me into a hug and boy did I waste any time? The fuck I didn’t! I almost flew into his arms, my body literally smacking into his and he had to take a few steps back as I basically fell onto him. “I missed you too, love,” he laughed quietly.

His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, his chin resting on the top of my head then later he pressed a few kisses onto my hair. I hid my face in the crook of his neck as my hands wrapped around it and locked my fingers together at the nape of his neck. I sighed as I let myself melt in his touch, in his hug, in his arms.

“I love you,” I whispered as I pressed my lips against his skin for the shortest second then pressed my temple against his neck before I pulled away.

“I love you more,” he kissed my forehead as he let his hands slip off of me; down my arms and in the end he intertwined our fingers. Bringing them to his lips, he kissed my knuckles while he shut his eyes, not minding one bit that we were still out in the public.

Once he let go of me he took my hand in one of his hand and got my suitcase in the other one. I rolled my eyes as I saw we were nearing a black Audi and not a bloody white one. I could hear him chuckle as he opened the boot and put my luggage in and I just got in the passenger seat at the front.

Soon enough he was sitting next to me, buckling his seatbelt in and starting the car right away.

“Hand?” he held his right hand out to me as he looked to the left to see if any cars were coming and I just had to give in. Making sure my sigh was loud enough, I put my left hand into his and he once again intertwined our fingers. “I’ve gotta nip to the studio real quick to sign some papers with Jimmy. D’you wanna come or should I take you to mine first?”

“Whichever works for me,” I shrugged. “If yours is too out of the way I’ll just go with you and then we can get some food because I’m still starving then go home.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

**

And so that is what we did. Harry quickly went into the studio and he was out within ten minutes. I was dying at that point, my potential jetlag and hunger both doing my head in.

“Okay-okay, what d’you wanna eat, hm?” he asked me as his hand found its home on my thigh, gripping it a bit here and there.

“Dunno, don’t care,” I muttered. “Whatever’s close s’fine by me.”

“I’m guessing you don’t wanna go in, right?” I shook my head no and he hummed in response. “Have you ever had Taco Bell before?”

“Do I look like I spend all my time in America like some poeple?” I asked back sassily. I was tired and hungry with a headache on top. I wanted to cuddle Harry and sleep. And food of course.

“Drop the attitude, sunshine. I’m not up for it.”

“Well I’m not either so that makes two of us,” I told him right away. “Take your hand off of me now and take me home. I can’t be arsed getting food now.”

“Whatever.”

It took us twenty minutes to arrive at Harry’s penthouse that he rented while he was in New York or he owned it. I honestly didn’t have a clue and I couldn’t care less. I wanted a bed and nothing else. I was starting to get in a pissy mood and I didn’t like it because I knew Harry didn’t need my stress on top of his.

Throwing my stuff on the floor I found my way upstairs and into a bedroom which most probably wasn’t the one Harry was staying in because it was way too clean and I didn’t see anything in this room apart from the basics.

Shutting the door behind me rather strongly I plopped down on the bed, slowly crawling under the sheets and putting my head on the pillow. My eyes were shut right away and I felt content. Relaxed. Cool.

In that moment I also knew I should’ve stuck it out, taken my attitude back and get food instead of coming home but oh well. I made a scene already so it didn’t matter. Especially not after I fell into a deep slumber.

A list of my Phantom fanfics

Stealing this idea from @littlelonghairedoutlaw, who you should totally check out and read all their stuff.

Anywho, before I list anything you can visit my fanfiction page here and my Ao3 page here. I’m much more familiar with FFN though, so be warned! 


Now onto the stories, starting with complete oneshots.

(click on the story name to read!)

The Branded Heart, awarded most original in the phantom valentine oneshot contest! (Erik / Christine) 

My absolute favorite fic and the one I had the most fun with! A modern day AU that details why Erik does not like valentines day and also features Christine hearing a rather dark story from his past. Full of angst, comfort, and violence. 

The Night of Red Wine, Red Death, and Red Blood (Erik / Christine)

My second favorite fic, but sadly not as widely revived as others. Totally inspired by me re-watching the Red Wedding from Game of Thrones. Features Erik, Christine, and The Daroga during a wild night, 

In His Eyes (Daroga / Erik)

My first attempt at the pharoga pairing. Also told in first person pov, which is still new to me! A more sensitive story and one that I hope more people will check out!

Concilliabule (Meg / Erik undertones) 

A story that I find myself often wanting to revisit and continue! Based on a tumblr prompt, I loved writing the dynamic between Meg and Erik. Also one of the few stories that has Christine strictly with Raoul. 

The Paint on his Skin (Erik / Christine)

I reread this one a lot because I think it’s so cute. Another tumblr prompt response, inspired by Ramin Karimloo’s tattoo showing during music of the night in the 25th anniversary. 

An Icy Grip (Erik / Christine)

The prompt response that re-sparked my love of writing! This one is special to me because it’s short and sweet, and it also gave me the confidence to pursue more fics! 

For it was his blood on her hands (E/C kinda sorta?)

A fic based on artwork by @drawnby27emilys! Probably my favorite fic ever! It’s pretty dark and not at all fluffy, sorry about that!

Multi-chapter fics that are in progress

Of Ghosts and Phantoms (Erik / Christine with some possible conflicting Meg / Erik undertones)  This Story Has Been Deleted, Sorry Folks

A Ghost AU. My newest fic that underwent a lot of change. The original first chapter was about Christine being able to visit Erik as a child way in the past and her becoming his ‘guardian angel’. That concept was scrapped in favor of this, and I do hope you guys enjoy it. Inspired by the ghosts in American Horror Story! 

When Happiness Goes Away (Erik / Christine feat. a cute baby)

This was supposed to be more than a one shot but I’ve hit a massive writers block with the next chapter. If you do check this out, please drop me some suggestions or ideas for what you think should happen next! 

2,000 Followers Writing Challenge.

Hey! Recently I hit 2,000 followers and I got to thinking on what I could do to celebrate, a fellow Tumblr mutual @fangirlingfanatic2442 suggested a Writing Challenge so that’s what I’m going to do!

RULES:

Must have reader insert!

You can write about any fandom.

No smut aloud but normal pairing fics are okay.

Send me an ask/message with your name, what show/movie/book you’re writing about, what the character will be- Sam x reader/Dean x Sister!reader/Misha x platonic!reader- and up to three numbers from the drabble list below.

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Come to Bed - Bruce X Reader (NSFW)

Author’s Note: Hey. so this is my first smut on here and I’m not quite sure about it. I tried to keep Bruce in character, especially during sex, considering the other guy, so I hope this is okay. It’s not so dirty that it makes me blush, and hopefully you find it kind of sweet, because that’s what I wanted it to be like. Tell me if I should write more smut…i guess?

Request: Could I request a smutty Bruce Banner one-shot where Y/N goes down to the lab one night because he didn’t come to bed and so she has to persuade him to put his work down? ;)

Warnings: cute smut, so…yeah…

Words: 1,388

You woke up at two in the morning when you felt coldness on the other side of the bed. It wasn’t unusual that Bruce’s side of the bed was empty. He would usually be in the lab, working himself to death. You honestly did not know how he kept himself functioning like a normal human being on as little sleep as he got. You, on the contrary, were a self-acknowledged sleeper. You’d sleep more than the recommended eight hour plus naps in the day. You were just always tired.

Which gave you the idea that maybe Bruce needed to get a little tired.

You got up from bed and walked towards the elevator, mentally preparing yourself. It’s not like you and Bruce hadn’t had sex before. You had and it was great. But, he was very hesitant about physical contact, even now, and he was deathly afraid of the other guy hurting you, so you had only had sex about four or five times in the last year and it was only you that initiated it. Now, you were just glad that you continued taking your birth control.

You got the lab and looked in through the large window. Bruce was alone, thank goodness, and seemed pretty engrossed in whatever it was he was doing. You were never the scientific type. You walked in, slightly making noise to not catch him completely by surprise.

“Hey, Bruce,” you said.

He glanced at you, gave you a small smile, and then returned to his work.

“Bruce..” you started. “Babe, come to bed,” you said.

“Soon. I need to finish this,” he said, still concentrated in the gadget and stack of papers in front of him.

“You can finish it tomorrow, when you’re well rested and can concentrate better,” you said, reaching your arm up and touching his shoulder.

“I…I’m just not tired,” he said and you smirked.

Both your hands reached his shoulders and you started massaging him. You leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Let me help you with that.”

“(Y/N),” he whispered, trying to warn you to stop but his will to give in to you was stronger.

You turned his chair around and settled yourself on his lap and started kissing him slowly. Everything had to be slow with Bruce and you loved it.

You started nibbling on his neck and he sighed deeply.

“Can you finish that tomorrow, baby?” you asked, already knowing his answer.

“Yeah, honey,” he said and you went back to kissing him. His hands gripped your hips and yours started unbuttoning his shirt.

“(Y/N),” he said, unsure.

“Bruce, it’s okay,” you said and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. You kissed him again, this time letting your hands roam his torso freely. Every brush of your soft hands against his skin drove Bruce wild and he was always pleasantly surprised at how much control he had over the other guy whenever you were intimate with him. He lived in fear of hurting you, but whenever he did let go, he knew you’d be okay.

His lips starting kissing your neck and when he started nibbling, you whimpered. HIs hands grabbed the restraints holding your robe together and gave them a quick pull.

He seemed excited to learn that the only thing you had underneath the robe was a pair of lacy underwear and he let his hands roam free. He grabbed your breast and squeezed slightly, making you moan. His head bent forward, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth and palming your other breast. He felt himself grow underneath you, and you moaned when you felt him against your leg.

You became a moaning mess as he licked, bit, and pulled your breasts and you felt a familiar burning sensation down there. You were turned on and you wanted Bruce so, so badly.

He gently pushed you off of him, so that you both could stand. You walked towards an empty lab table and he followed. You hopped on and brought Bruce closer through the belt loops on his trousers. You brought him down to your level and kissed him passionately. Your hands roamed to the button on his pants and undid it, bringing the zipper down as well. He pushed the pants off and you took the opportunity to reach and grab his dick through the thin material of his boxers.

He moaned gently and you smirked.

“God, (Y/N), do you want to kill me?” he asked, breathless, and you giggled.

He grabbed your hand from his groin and gently pushed you to lay down on the table. He grabbed your underwear and you lifted your butt to make it easier for him to remove them. He placed feather light kissed on your inner thighs and you were getting frustrated. You wanted him.

“Bruce, please,” you said and you felt him smirk. His warm lips touched you down there, and you couldn’t help the groan that left your throat. His tongue started tracing patterns on  your clit and the sensation that you felt was beyond amazing. Your head was thrown back in pure pleasure and you felt one of his fingers enter you. You moaned and he continued to thrust his hand.

“Bruce, god, yes,” you whimpered as he kept his ministrations on your sensitive area.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer, and he felt it too because he stopped. He pulled his boxers down, releasing his dick (which you nicknamed ‘The Hulk’) and pulled you closer to the edge of the table. In one quick movement, he entered you and you moaned at the feeling of being filled by him.

His thrusts were slow and careful and it drove you crazy.

“God, (Y/N), you’re so tight,” he groaned and you smiled.

“Well, it’s not all the time you fuck me, Bruce,” you responded.

His thrusts continued and he blushed at your comment. You almost giggled that he blushed at that, considering the position that you both found yourselves in.

“I’m sorry, you know sometimes it’s hard for me to control the other guy,” he said sheepishly and you smiled softly at him.

“I know. But, let’s not talk about that right now,” you said and he nodded at you, and increased his pace slightly. His hand reached down in between your bodies and started rubbing your clit. You moaned loudly, and were surprised when he increased his pace even more. He was going the fastest he’s ever gone and you felt like a mess under him.

“Bruce…don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” you said and he kept thrusting at an alarmingly increased pace. After a few moments, you heard him groan and pull away from you. You sat up, alarmed, and watched him and he took deep breaths and tried to calm himself.

“…Bruce?” you asked and he looked up at you shyly.

“Sorry, honey,” he said and you smiled at him.

“It’s okay, babe. You want to keep going?” you asked and he nodded at you.

“Then come here.”

He approached you again and started kissing you. You hopped off the table and turned around, leaning on it on your elbows. He entered you from behind this time, a position that rendered you speechless. His speed was decreased once again, but his thrusts were hard and hit your g spot every time. Your body felt hot and you moaned loudly when he reached around and grabbed your breasts, pinching the nipple.

“Bruce…” you groaned and he started increasing his speed again. You worried for a moment, but it was short lived as you felt your orgasm coming.

You came mouthing his name, the explosion of pleasure inside of you rendering you speechless. You felt his thrusts getting sloppy and knew he was close to his orgasm as well.

“(Y/N),” he mumbled and you felt him come inside of you. He groaned and you moaned at the sensation.

He pulled out of you a few moments after, and you turned around to smile at him.

“You’re so amazing,” he said to you, grabbing your waist and bringing your body closer to his and hugged you tightly.

“You are too, Bruce….So, are you tired now?” you asked, smirking at him. He gave you an exasperated smile and nodded at you.

“Well, then, let’s go to bed Dr. Banner." 

Let’s Run Away Together

Word Count: 1327

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: angst

Summary: Dean finds his way to you again and wants to give up the hunting life for good. Does he stay true to his word? Will you get your happy ending with the man you love?

Author’s Note: I was binge-watching the third season of How to Get Away with Murder on Netflix the other day and was inspired by episode 3x05 when a beautiful, but painful scene happened. This was a quickly written one shot and I just wanted to be able to post something that wasn’t SoU! Let me know what you guys think (aka tell me if I should stop writing cause I’m terrible lol). 


“Let’s run away together,” his raspy tired voice snapped you from dozing off.

“And go where?” you asked. Your voice was hushed and breathy. Your head laid heavily on Dean’s bare chest, syncing your breaths with each rise and fall of his diaphragm. The strength in your eyelids started to waver as you let him continue his thoughts. It had been months since you had last seen each other and you didn’t want to miss any moment with him. After all, he wasn’t supposed to be here. You weren’t supposed to be together anymore. It’s for the best, Dean would say.

“A small town. Somewhere we can start over. I’ll get a normal job and take care of you. You can stay home and we can start a family. We’d have cute kids, no?” Your eyes were shut, but you felt the pressure of tears welling in the corners at the thought of a better life with Dean. You shut them tighter.

“A place where I never led this life and I never left you,” his confidence caught in his throat. You couldn’t say anything. You wanted to bring up something else, anything else that didn’t have to do with hypotheticals. This short rendezvous was about you and Dean. Not the world, not Dean’s hunting life, and certainly not your make-believe-could-be life. It should be about you and Dean right now.

“Somewhere we never have to go without each other again,” he said.

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Sequel to SugarDaddy!Cal or A 2nd Series

A lot of you have asked me if I was going to write a sequel to my sugardaddy imagines and with the way I’ve ended it, I’m definitely thinking about it. That sequel would be wild asf fr lol….The more I think about it, the more I want to do it.

As for writing a whole ‘nother series….I think im up for it. If you think I should, you can definitely leave ideas in my inbox and I’ll see if I can come up with something. This time around I think I’d rather give the girl character a name if that’s okay with you guys? She’ll most likely be a POC as well since we don’t get a lot of imagines for that specific group, plus I’m a proud melanin queen🤷🏽‍♀️

Anyway, send me your beautiful thoughts, girls and guys💕

[Part 1] Used // Jungkook x Reader (Mission!AU)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Genre: Mission!AU (is that a thing?), romance, action, fluff

Word count: 6,1K

Summary: You find yourself unable to sleep one night and a peculiar sound makes you leave the comfort of your bed to go check it out, only to discover that someone is in your apartment. The events following have your emotions in turmoil and at the blink of an eye your life is switched upside down. You loose one thing, but gain another, will it be for the better or worse?

Warnings: Violence and weapons

A/N: Hey guys! ^^ This is my first fanfic on tumblr and I’m excited about this story! I’ve been inspired by many great bts fanfics out there and finally decided to release one my own. It’s gonna be a series because I really can’t write short haha. Idk if people should actually start of with a one-shot, but oh well. I’ve written a few stories before, but never published them, so leave your comments and feel very free to message me or ask me telling me what you think! I’d love to hear your opinion and possible theories for how the plot will develop~ Enjoy~~ 


It was late at night. Tranquil strokes from the full moon laid themselves over the silk bed sheets as occasional cars could be heard in the distance. The window was open and soft, chilly breezes would make their way in from time to time; hints of the warm sun earlier that day, distant and foreign. You lay there listening to the rustling of the leaves that could almost touch your windowsill as you were situated on one of the higher floors of your building.

You had been so tired the whole day feeling as though you could fall asleep at any moment, but now that the moment came to finally rest your limbs and mind, you found yourself wide awake. Your hand was making small circles in the light silk over you as you tried to calm yourself down, and you could hear your antique wall clock strike one time indicating that it was already 1 am.

You let out a sigh figuring you may as well check your charging phone for any notifications. You really weren’t the slightest tired, but you hoped that with some swipes down one of your apps you would get bored and eventually fall asleep, at least that’s what you told yourself. The reality of what the bright light, even with the brightness to its minimum, would do to you is a different story, which you chose to ignore. But it didn’t even take longer than for your phone to read your fingerprint that you suddenly heard an abnormal, and particularly loud click come from down the hall that leads to the combined kitchen and living room area. You had stopped just before you were about to slide your finger over the app. The sound making your heart jump slightly for not recognizing it as one of the many sounds that came from your large apartment. Therefore you decided to keep still, long enough for your phone screen to go black again, but as the seconds ticked by the sound did not come back and you slid down from your slightly upright position to lay on your fluffy mattress again.

However, since your mind was already alert it didn’t take much of you to notice another, slightly vaguer click, but still of the same fashion as the earlier one. It could have been all just a coincidence. You didn’t ignore the fact that a building would have many sounds intact, and probably a handful or more you had yet to hear despite the many years you had lived in your apartment. You also took note that it could have been the wind from outside, although the likelihood of it would be minor as there was hardly any at all. But at least you tried not jumping to the conclusion that a burglar was possibly trying to break their way into your home. Then again the fact that it was a new sound and that you weren’t tired enough to let it pass, gave you no other choice then to go check it out.

You slipped into your fluffy bunny slippers and threw a pastel pink silk robe loosely around your figure as you shuffled your way to your door. But you stopped midway.

Crash.

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Don’t Let Go

Summary: Dean and Sam put the reader back together after days of demon torture.
Pairing: Dean x Reader 
Word Count: 755
Warnings: Mentions of torture and related injuries, as well as light details of fixes for those injuries. 

A/N: This is my entry for @jessica-bones-winchester‘s Dating Dean Winchester Challenge, with the prompt “Dean makes you sit on his lap while he cleans you up after a hunt.” 

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Not for you (Prince au)

Background: Taehyung, a young duke, accompanies his cousin (a prince) to meet the princess of a different castle. Upon meeting the princess, Taehyung now has to fight back feelings of want & fondness because of the theory that a princess was meant for a prince, not for a duke. 

Authors note: I honestly tag most of my Taehyung pics as Prince Taehyung cause seriously look at him. He practically is one. Anyway, I dont know if this should be a two shot or if I should leave it like this. If you guys have any ideas tell me! Make a part 2? Make part two a smut? keep this fluffy? dont write anymore?

Sorry if this kinda sucked though ;’(

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“I dont know why I’m here.” Taehyung groans, turning to look at cousin who was silently mixing his drink, a small smile playing on his lips. 

 "You’re here to pick me up in case this all goes south.“ Jimin chuckles making Taehyung frown. 

 "With all due respect, your highness” Taehyung teases his cousin, adjusting his dress coat then crossing his legs “But what if this princess isn’t whats she’s all described to be?“ 

 "Like what?” Jimin arches an eyebrow. 

 "What if-“ Taehyung purses his lips “She looks like a hermit? Or has no teeth? Or has bad breath! Or-" 

 "Or what if when she becomes Queen, she orders the royal guards to be off with your head?" Another voice interjects.

Both men immediately snap their heads back, catching sight of a girl marching her way up the grass fields, eyes trained on Taehyung. Taehyung arches an eyebrow, studying the girl in ripped jeans and a loose gray sweater, her hair in a high pony tail as a large archery bow danced in her hands. Her cheeks had gone red after being under sun for too long, her hair slightly disheveled from the wind as she places her hands on her hips. 

"They must have really beautiful castle servants here” Taehyung had thought to himself as he watched her stop a few feet away from them. 

“And who are you?” Jimin asks, voice laced with command. A true prince indeed. 

This causes Taehyung to snap out of his train of thought. 

He clears his throat before sitting up straight, “Did you just threaten our dear prince?” He asks, eyes wide in shock when the way she had spoken earlier replays in his mind. With the way both men were dressed, it was clear they were from royal families, meaning that they were supposed to be given the utmost respect. 

Had she forgotten her place? 

 "Oh no, I didn’t threaten him” She smirks, eyes on Taehyung  “I threatened you.“ 

The mentioned boy immediately lets out a scoff as he stands up.
"Listen here, Miss. I don’t know who you are but you must have forgotten your etiquette training. Maybe you should learn your place-”

 "I know my place.“ She cuts him off, stepping forward and facing the tall boy head on "And this is my land, so I would be most honored if you do not talk too unkindly of me while staying in my castle.”

“What-” Taehyung was just about to snarl but Jimin grabs his arms before pulling him back and silencing him with one look. Jimin then bows, arms behind his back, his head facing the ground as a form of respect.. Taehyung’s mouth drops open but before he could let out a sound, Jimin stands back up, a large smile plastered on his face. 

 "Princess Y/N, its a pleasure to meet you.“ 

Taehyung all but chokes on his own spit at the mention of your name. His eyes widen as he stares up your face, the sudden intake of information overwhelming him.

 A wide smirk plasters across your lips as you meet his gaze tauntingly.

"Be lucky that I’ve left my arrows at the practice hall.” You scoff, dropping your bow to the ground as Jimin takes your hand in his, placing a chaste kiss against it as his greeting.

 "I apologize for my cousin’s behavior.“ Jimin smiles, hoping to ease the tension "Our duke doesn’t quite have a filter on that pretty little mouth of his.”

As much as you hated to admit it, the comment had caused you to turn and look at the said boy’s mouth and your heart had stopped a beat at the sight of him running his tongue across his bottom lip before taking it between his teeth. Taehyung’s eyes shift nervously before they suddenly lock on yours and you had to feign off your sudden intake of breath at the sight of his eyes. 

Gorgeous brown orbs were staring right at you and you decided to honestly admit to yourself that you have never seen eyes more alluring than Kim Taehyung’s. 

“Would you need me to accompany you back to the castle?” Jimin suddenly steps in front of you, blocking your view of Taehyung. You turn to him with an almost automatic smile, well practiced for situations like these. 

“That wont be necessary. I know this place like the back of my hand.” You shrug dismissively “You two continue whatever you were doing." 

You then angle your head to catch Taehyung’s gaze, enlightening you to discover that he was still staring at you. He stills at the sight of you even giving him the slightest glance, scared that he had angered you after everything he had said. You quirk your lips upward and playfully narrow your eyes. 

"So as long as you no longer call me names behind my back." 

Taehyung immediately shakes his head, waving his arms back and forth "I wont! I promise!" 

He’s adorable. The thought whispers across your mind as you give him a short nod, biting back a smile before you turn to look back at Jimin. 

"Will I be seeing you later night?” You ask him and he immediately nods, delving into the details about the gala your father had planned for the castle later night. 

Taehyung watches your exchange of conversation, his jaw tightening at the sudden urge to disrupt you both just so he could have your attention once more. The thought causes Taehyung to clench his fists together, a feeling of frustration washing over him. If there was one thing Kim Taehyung knew best, it was the lesson of knowing your place. Yet all the lectures, all the grueling hours of courtesy training, had went down the drain when all Taehyung wanted was for you to focus on him and not on Jimin. 

Yet, he knew that as much as he wanted you to look at him, you never would. 

Cause you were a princess,

and Taehyung, 

well he wasn’t a prince. 




Taehyung adjusts the cuffs of his black dress shirt before lightly patting his suit jacket, trying to rid it of any possible creases. Jimin hands him a black mask while the blonde prince puts on his own navy colored mask, hiding half of his face. Taehyung takes the mask in his hands, eyeing it silently before slipping it on, enjoying the feeling of mystery it brought. 

The two boys step into the ballroom doors, immediately greeted by the loud chatter of all the guests. A light harmony buzzes around the room as servants run back and forth, serving drinks to old men who were already too drunk to sound coherent. A few girls hidden behind their masks smile seductively towards the two boys and Taehyung has to fight back the urge to roll his eyes as he glances at their dresses. Either there was too much cleavage being exposed or their slits were too high, ready to showcase almost everything they had to offer. 

“I’ll get us a drink.” Jimin mutters and Taehyung was about to interject, knowing he should’ve been the one serving the prince. Yet when he turns around, Jimin was already making his way through the crowd. The young duke lets out a sigh as he scans the crowd yet again, watching as a few couples circle the dance floor, arms around each other as they swayed happily to the music. 

“Care to dance?” A voice snaps him out of his reverie and Taehyung turns his head to the side, only to be greeted by the most beautiful eyes he’d seen for the second time today. He studies the intricate design of your golden mask, hiding half of your face but showing enough to showcase your beauty. His eyes then travel down your gold colored dress, swirling with gorgeous details that curved and hugged your body. His eyes then follow the lace that runs around your neck and down your arms, covering your body but showing enough skin just to tease the eyes. 

You were the definition of absolute beauty. 

“Should I ask again?” You hum, eyes widening, not used to repeating yourself.

Taehyung clears his throat before shaking his head and smiling “Who am I to reject such a beautiful woman’s offer, let alone the princess’ offer." 

Taehyung offers his hand and you place yours into his happily, feeling waves of electricity run were your skin had met.

"You’re the same guy who had called me a hermit a few hours ago.” You hum teasingly as he leads you towards the center of the dance floor. 

 "You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?“ Taehyung laughs, the sound sending delicious waves down your spine.

"Not till my last breath.” You nod as you place one hand on his shoulder while his other hand presses gently against your back. 

He starts swaying and you follow his lead, feet gliding against the floor while a slow rhythm pattered against your ears.

 "So, do you always ask Dukes for dances? Or am I special?“ Taehyung asks and it takes you a minute to respond as you had not expected the sudden surge of confidence.

"Cocky, aren’t we?” You hum, a smile gracing the corner of your lips. Taehyung’s own lips lift up in a wide grin when he sees your reaction, his heart thrumming against his chest lightly.

“I should really get the decree of "off with your head” back legally, I would definitely use that phrase a lot with you.“ You tease and Taehyung’s eyes narrow playfully.

 "Oh, but once my head is off, you’ll be missing this pretty little face of mine.”

You let out a loud laugh, head tilting back as Taehyung twirls you. If only he could tell you just how beautiful he thought your laugh had felt against his ears. 

Taehyung leans closer to you and you nibble on your lower lip, shocked at how he had pulled you against him. 

“I forgot to tell you earlier” He whispers, lips hovering close to your ears “But you look absolutely stunning." 

You thank the heavens for the mask you had on, feeling your blood rush to your cheeks as you blush. You were used to compliments, in fact you had brushed most of them off as people usually fed you sweet nothings just to get something out of you. Yet the way Taehyung had said it, the sincerity in his voice, and the way he had been staring at you, you couldn’t fight back the rosiness of your cheeks even if you wanted to. 

 "You’re not looking so bad yourself.” You comment, relieved that you had kept your voice from cracking. 

Taehyung lets out a smile only to switch into a frown when a figure behind you catches his attention.

“Duke Kim.” The black haired boy smiles and you turn your head to the side, locking eyes with Min Yoongi. 

Taehyung takes a step back from you, dropping his arms and letting go of your hand. You push down the disappointment at the loss of contact before forcing a smile upon your face. 

 "How may I help you, Prince Yoongi?“ You ask, all formalities returning to your voice. 

"Just wanted to know if I could borrow you for a dance?” Yoongi shrugs before turning to look back at Taehyung “You dont mind, do you, Duke?" 

"Not at all.” Taehyung forces out, stepping back and giving you both a quick bow. You watch with sad eyes as he turns around and disappears through the crowd, not bothering to spare you another glance. 

 Taehyung clenches his fists as he makes his way towards the bar, hoping to find anything to loosen his chest. To his surprise, he finds his cousin already perched on a bar stool, his legs hanging coolly as he takes a sip out of the drink he was holding. Taehyung takes the seat beside him, grabbing Jimin’s drink before downing it to the last drop. 

“That was mine.” Jimin clicks his tongue before asking for another two orders of the same drink. 

Taehyung decides to spare a glance over his shoulder, his eyes catching yours as you swayed perfectly in the arms of your prince. The young duke lets out a scoff before he’s lifting the glass back towards his lips.

“That was supposed to be mine too.” Jimin smiles, his drink playfully on the edge of his lips. 

“What? But you ordered two glasses.” Taehyung frowns before setting his glass down.

“Not the drink, I meant- ” Jimin lets out a laugh “The princess." 

 Taehyung never knew you could choke on air, didn’t even think it was humanly possible. But after coughing and wheezing for about 30 seconds, Taehyung realized he was wrong. His cheeks had gone red in embarrassment while Jimin’s eyes had disappeared as he laughed. 

 "Wh-What are you going on about?” Taehyung wipes the corner of his lips, mortification seeping through him even more as he stutters.

“Quit denying it , Tae.” Jimin rolls his eyes “Anyone can tell that she’s completely smitten with you." 

 "Well she can’t be.” Was Taehyung’s immediate answer as he takes another sip out of his drink “She’s a princess." 

"Hmmm.” Jimin mumbles “But you like her." 

"She can only like you.” Taehyung barks back and Jimin lets out a laugh before shaking his head. 

“She’s still human, Tae. She can like anyone she wants.” Jimin shrugs. The young duke turns to look at his cousin carefully, noting the slight sadness in his tone. 

 "You don’t like her?“ 

"Not as much as my parents want me to.” Jimin sighs, running a hand through his hair “And I kind of like seeing her with you." 

Taehyung purses his lips before he turns his head to look back at the dance floor only to discover that you were no longer there. He scans around the room and frowns when he realizes that you were no where in sight. Jimin watches in silent fascination before he shakes his head and smiles, wondering if he’d ever find what his cousin had. 




You let out a groan as you glare up at your ceiling, listening to the constant tick tock of your wall clock. You fight back a smile at your silly rhyme before you let out a sigh and sit up from your bed. You check the time and blow your hair out of your face in frustration.

 2:36 am. 

You had been up for for 21 hours now.

The party should have been long over. You had left early, using the excuse that you weren’t feeling well when in reality, you were feeling quite good. You rub your arms gingerly and shudder when you recall how one of the princes, whose name escapes you, had run his large rough fingers against you, his eyes digging into you as if you were a prize he swears he was going to win. After that, you had realized you had had enough of your fathers gala and would rather spend the rest of the night in the comfort of your own room.

 You shake the feeling of discomfort away before you kick your sheets off of you and reach for your robe. If you weren’t going to fall asleep any time soon then you might as well have done something productive instead, like grabbing a drink of wine. 

You step out of your room, glad to find the halls silent and empty as you pad down them happily. You skip your way down the stairs, happy to see the kitchen lights turned off. The maids were asleep early then. 

 You hum a silent tune, switching the lights on only to let out a gasp when you see a figure leaning over the kitchen counter, arms around a plate of chocolate cake. 

 "Fuck” You hear the mysterious person’s deep voice vibrate around the room as he slowly angles his head to look at you. Once your eyes lock on those gorgeous orbs you didn’t even deny that you adored, your own eyes widen in return.

“Taehyung?!” You hiss and he immediately smiles his box like grin, chocolate covering his teeth as he waved his fork at you.

 "Hi.“

 "You scared the shit out of me!” You growl before walking towards him, gripping your robe tighter around you. 

“It’s not my fault.” He crinkles his nose “I was hungry." 

 "You’re unbearable.” You chuckle before taking his fork from him and picking out a small piece of cake and stuffing it into your own mouth. Taehyung watches you in silent awe before he places his chin on the palm of his hand. 

“Are you sure you’re a princess?”

You shrug at him before taking another bite, the fork hanging loosely against your lips “Born and raised, why?" 

 "You sure aren’t picky like all the other princesses I’ve met.”

“So you’ve met a lot?” You nod quietly, dropping the fork back onto the plate as you purse your lips, not liking the idea of other women being around Taehyung. 

He notices your intonation and suddenly pokes your hip, making you jump and snap your head to the side with wide eyes. 

“That’s not what I meant.” He clicks his tongue at you and you have to fight back the smile that threatened to rip your face apart. 

How Kim Taehyung pulls out the bubbly personality you had always pushed down and hid from the world, you’ll never know. 

 "Why are you up? I heard you weren’t feeling well.“ He mumbles, eyes scanning your face for any sign of your sickness. 

"I’m fine.” You wave him off, walking past him to open the refrigerator doors “I just got bored, that’s why I left early." 

"Handsome princes don’t amuse you?” Taehyung throws the question out as he watches you pull out a bottle of wine before shoving the fridge door close with your hips. You reach for two wine glasses, setting them down gently against the counter, taking the seat beside him. 

 "A bottle of wine, now that amuses me.“ You turn to Taehyung, you’re head bobbing to the side as your scrunch your nose 

"Princes? Not so much." 

Now it was his turn to stop his own face ripping smile.



The two of you end up speaking for longer than you had expected, chatting until you had finished one bottle of wine and 3 slices of cake. 

You end up laughing at Taehyung’s constant complaints about his lessons, not understanding why he had spent one hour reviewing the use of one spoon in the dining hall. Taehyung watches in silent fascination at how your eyes would squeeze shut when you laugh or how you had a habit of slapping his arm when he said something slightly perverted or funny. 

It was scaring him but he couldn’t deny that you were a wonder that Kim Taehyung found absolutely endearing. 

 "It’s getting late-” You smile “-or early, we should probably get back to our rooms.”

“Yeah.” Taehyung nods as he stands up, arms stretched up in the air as he yawns. Your eyes watch the slight lift of his shirt, revealing a portion of his abdomen as the white shirt settles back into place. 

You turn away from him, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks yet again. How could a simple show of skin send waves of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. The tint of your cheeks does not go unnoticed, Taehyung leans closer to glance at your face, which you immediately cover with your hands in hopes to shield yourself from him. 

“Why are you so red?” He chuckles, taking your hand in his, trying to tear them away from your face. The feel of his fingers against yours flame your cheeks even more that you squeal in protest as his grip tightens.

 "Quit it!“ You whine, trying to step back. 

"Not until I see your face.” He laughs, plucking your fingers away one by one.

You growl at him before stomping your feet, telling him you’d given up. He stops tugging on your hands but keeps them around yours as you glare at him. You drop your hands slowly, revealing the pink of your cheeks that had spread up towards your ears. Taehyung’s eyes scan your face for a few seconds, eyes turning dark as his lips part without his consent.  Then before Taehyung could realize what had came over him, he had tugged onto your wrist. You fall right onto his chest with a light squeak, his hand circles behind your neck, angling it up to look up at him. You were about to open your mouth and ask him what was wrong when suddenly his lips were pressed against your own.

Your eyes are wide in shock, staring down at the beautiful eyelashes of Taehyung’s shut eyes as his lips move against yours. You stay frozen for a few seconds, trying to check if this was real or if you were floating in a dream. You lightly pinch your arm and when the pain stings you, and you were finally sure this was real, you gingerly wrap your arms around his neck before you shut your own eyes. You angle your head to the side, deepening the kiss. Taehyung’s free hand wraps around your waist, squeezing gently against the silk fabric of your robe. 

You let out a gasp and the young duke waists no time by sliding his tongue between your lips. You suck lightly on the tip of the wet muscle, causing a deep throaty groan from the beautiful boy which has you smiling against his lips.

He lets out a low growl before he’s practically devouring you. You could feel all the oxygen leaving your lungs, your head floating as your body was just about ready to melt onto the floor. You grab onto the sleeves of his shirts, your lips moving in sync, knowing you both needed to stop and take in air but also not wanting to separate and stop the kiss. 

When you felt yourself getting lightheaded, you gently pull away from him but Taehyung does his best to chase after your lips. You end up laughing as you push his shoulders back. He slowly opens his eyes, his pupils dilated as he stares you, raw desire shadowing his face. 

 "The maids will be waking up soon.“ You whisper, placing your forehead against his. 

"We would’ve given them quite the show.” He hums, voice low enough to have you knees bucking. 

“I’ll see you in the morning?” You smile, tapping his arms that were glued around your waist. 

As much as Taehyung hated it, he dropped his arms from around you, giving you the freedom of leaving but not backing away from you at all. He swallows the lump stuck in his throat, chest constricting. You place a chaste kiss against his cheek, eyes twinkling with adoration for the young duke.

“Good night, Taehyung.” You step away from him and Taehyung does his best to stay rooted to the ground, to stop his hands from reaching out for you just to keep you close.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” The way he addressed you, using just your name and no honorifics, has you smiling a wide smile as you playfully click your tongue.

“Off with your pretty little head.” You say before you turn around and pad out of the kitchen doors.

Taehyung watches as you leave the room, shutting his eyes before running a hand through his hair as he lets out a growl of frustration. 

Because he knew that once the sun rises, everything would change. 

Because in the end…

Taehyung was just a duke

and you were still destined for a prince.

Kayla’s Birthday Challenge!!

Hi everyone! I’ve been wanting to have some fun lately, so here’s a new challenge!! This is a special challenge though, since my birthday is this month, on May 17th!!! :)

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a-deliciouslyfadingcollection  asked:

Is it okay if I request number 111 from the prompt list? Delete it. Now. With Connor/Jared/Evan. I understand if you can't and what do you write for? Besides Dear, Evan Hansen?

I don’t write for anything else currently, but if you guys would like to see me write for something else let me know? I’d be willing to give it a shot depending on what it is or if I’m well immersed into the fandom. But yeah if there’s anything else you think I should write for let me know.

Anyways enjoy~

“Delete it.” 

“No Connor it’s adorable, look at my boyfriends all sleepy and cuddly.” Jared smirked as he showed them the pictures.

The said pictures were of Evan and Connor wrapped up in one another. They were both obviously asleep and just holding each other. Jared adored the picture more than anything.

“He’s right Con, we look very cute.” Evan told the long haired teen.

“N-No I look like fucking crap, delete that shit now Jared.” Connor groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. The last thing he needed was for people to see Connor Murphy all adorable and cuddly. That would ruin any ounce of fear anyone had for him.

“C’mon Con, it’s not so bad.” Jared rolled his eyes. “It’s only my screensaver, and I cherish it. So I will not delete it.”

“Yeah Connor, it’s kind of adorable, I’ll have to get one of you and Jared for mine!” Evan smiled.

“Oh god please don’t.” Connor moaned. “You know I hate pictures, I haven’t taken a decent one since ninth grade.” Connor flopped onto the bed in agony. 

He was being a little over dramatic, but then again that was just ninety percent of Connor’s personality. The other ten consisted of weed, snarky behavior and sleeping.

“You’re adorable, both of you I’m not deleting it.” Jared confirmed as he scrolled through several other adorable pictures of his boyfriends.

“I’ll fight you Kleinman.” Connor sat up on the bed.

“Fucking do it Murphy.” Jared challenged.

“No, no fighting, just kissing that’s better than fighting.” Evan told them. “We kiss, we don’t fight. No pictures are being deleted and we deal with that, okay?”

“Fine mom.” Connor grumbled.

“I was good either way.” Jared smirked.

“Oh suck a dick Kleinman.” Connor glared

“I have! And it was yours!” Jared looked triumphant, as if he’d won an argument. In all reality he really did.

“Jared stop.” Evan warned.