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“rest in peace” 😭

[dollivic]

in the backseat of the impala [bf!sam x reader]

The flashing red and blue lights of the ambulances cast a steady, rhythmic glow across the damp pavement, illuminating the paramedics as they finally loaded the family into the back of the emergency vehicles. the hunt was over. The family was safe.

you and Sam were sitting in the backseat of the Impala, the door cracked open just an inch to let the cool night air circulate. Even though the adrenaline was finally fading, the biting wind was starting to settle into your bones, making your shoulders tense up.

Sam noticed immediately. He shifted his massive frame, his hazel eyes dropping down to look at the way you were subtly shaking.

"Hey," he murmured, his voice incredibly soft and grounding after the chaos of the night. "Come here. You're freezing."

Before you could even reply, he gently hooked his hands under your arms and guided you over the console, pulling you directly onto his lap. you let out a quiet sigh of relief, instantly soaking in the massive amount of body heat radiating off him.

Sam didn't stop there. He unzipped his own thick, oversized Carhartt hoodie, spreading the heavy fabric wide. He pulled you flush against his chest, tucking your arms inside, and then carefully pulled the zipper all the way back up to your chin effectively sealing the both of you inside the massive jacket together.

"Better, sweetheart?" he whispered, his long arms wrapping securely around your waist from the outside of the fabric, anchoring you completely to him.

"Much better," you breathed, resting your head back against his shoulder. you could feel the steady, comforting beat of his heart right against your back. he rested his chin on the top of your head, completely content to just hold you like a prize while you both watched the flashing lights outside.

It was entirely peaceful, a rare, quiet haven in the middle of their chaotic lives.

dean paused, adjusting the rearview mirror to look into the backseat. He stared for a flat three seconds at the sight of his giant little brother practically swallowing you whole inside a single hoodie.

dean scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes so hard it looked painful. "Oh, for the love of are you guys serious? Right in the backseat of my car?" He shook his head, twisting the key in the ignition. The Impala rumbled to life, the engine roaring confidently into the night.

Sam just let out a soft, low chuckle against your hair, his grip tightening around you defensively as Dean shifted into drive and peeled away from the scene, leaving the flashing lights far behind.

a/n: wrote this quick don’t mind the grammar mistakes 😞 just a little something

🏷️, @alasdecas @spaghettiwoes @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @heavenisforharlets

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cuteee 🥹

[lackadaisies]

this is killing me 😭

[cloudcourtesy]

MY OWN WORST ENEMY, clark kent.

✶ SMALLVILLE ﹕ fem!reader ﹕ 833 𝖜ords

SYNOPSIS : clark wants to stay around you, even though it hurts him.

CONTENT : smallville!clark, fluff, reader is basically in lana’s situation, lowercase intended. ﹙ masterlist ﹚

CLARK’S HEAD WHIPS AROUND WHEN HE HEARS A familiar voice call his name. a smile grows on his face, and he softly gazes at you as you approach, but he can feel his confidence fading with each step you make towards him.

it’s not your fault, but…it is. when you stop infront of him, clark looks down at your left wrist, which is adorned with large beads made of his biggest weakness: kryptonite. he struggles to maintain a smile as you ramble on about the article you and chloe have been planning.

“what about you?”

your question snaps him out of his thoughts. he looks down at you with a blank expression, and your previously wide grin falters. “are you okay?” you ask quietly, your eyes meeting his.

“yeah. uh, let’s go,” clark replies, trying to act as normal as possible.

sure, this is definitely probably detrimental to his health, but he might just be willing to make that sacrifice for you.

clark met you his first week of freshman year and he was instantly enamored by your character. you were opinionated yet open minded, confident yet poised, funny yet respectful. it didn’t take long for you two to start going out.

recently, you two had a (not so) date at the farmer’s market, since both of your families were selling things. when you weren’t helping your families set up or move things, you walked around the market together. it was all going fine until you stopped at lana and nell’s stand.

he stood beside you quietly as you and lana talked. he stood beside you quietly as lana gleefully told you to wait because she had a gift for you. and he stood beside you quietly as lana placed a beautiful bracelet of shining green in your hand.

his eyes widened, glazed over as he watched you put the bracelet on your wrist. you thanked her happily and hugged her before turning to clark.

“look! do you like it?” you said, holding your arm out and beaming at him. he stifled a grunt as he began to feel the beads’ effects.

“uh—oh, yeah,” he muttered while he averted his gaze, trying his best to keep his composure.

when you two departed that evening, he thought that would be it. but he was completely wrong. in an extremely short amount of time, you grew very fond of this specific bracelet. to the point where you started wearing it almost every day.

and he’s been trying to hold out, he really has, but at this point he’s certain that if this goes for much longer he could die. so, now, he has to figure out a plan.

he spends all night in his bed thinking about it when he gets home. then, it hits him. he can literally just get rid of it himself. i mean, he does have super speed after all. he just has to wait for you to fall asleep, quickly go into your room, and grab the bracelet. and, while it might be just a bit wrong to just get rid of something you own, he doesn’t really have any other options.

so, clark waits until martha and jonathan retreat to their bedroom. he quietly jumps out of his bedroom window and speeds over to your house. he reaches your house and your bedroom window, of course, is locked…and he uses his laser vision to melt the lock (he promises he’ll repair it later!). he opens your window.

the second he steps through, guilt hits him like a truck. yeah, you two are dating, and he’s doing this to help you both, but it’s still weird for him to sneak into your room while you’re sleeping. he slowly creeps past your bed and up to your drawer. he quietly opens your jewelry box and instantly see the glowing green laying inside.

he hesitantly picks up the bracelet. his hand shakes as the kryptonite makes his veins run green. his gaze finds you again, only for a second, and he looks at your cozy figure sleeping peacefully. he smiles before making his way back to the window.

when he gets to the window, he takes a deep breath, then flings the bracelet as far as he can. he instantly feels relief in his hand, and he lets out a satisfied sigh. problem solved.

the next day when he gets off the bus, he sees you standing near to the front entrance of the school talking to chloe and pete. he’s already grinning from ear to ear. he can finally see you again without being in pain the entire time. he can finally be with you.

so, you can imagine his surprise when he approaches the three of you to see the bracelet in its usual place on your wrist again.

you smile at him unknowingly, saying you were “looking for it all morning” and you “have no idea how it got all the way out there.”

you laugh before hugging him happily. “i’m so glad i found it.”

clark stands completely still in your arms, bewildered.

“yep, so glad.”

© 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐘 2026 . do not plagiarize, claim my work, or repost it other platforms!

[watercream]

okay we’re back again go read the book lovely’s.

[filthgf]

spider-man!sam edit ⊹

already posted on tiktok + insta .

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SPIDER-MAN SAMMY ???

[geniusofthelamptimes]

what, clark?

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the cutest 🥹🥹

[arkhamharley]

rewatching supernatural again and again and loving little sammy more and more each time as god intended

[vilegimp]

happy birthday sammy <3

[thelhc]

I’d love to see Jimmy Olsen x Reader with fluff prompt 02! It would be so cute if it was while they were out on the job. Maybe the reader is a reporter?

Again, sorry this took forever, but thank you for requesting. I hope you like it! Love Jimmy boy <3

Prompt: zipping or buttoning their jacket for them

Warnings: none!!! unless you count established relationship and cute fluff.

You loved your job. Truly, you did. Being a reporter was something that you had always dreamed of, and when you got the position at The Daily Planet, you were probably the happiest you’ve ever been. It was everything you had ever dreamed of, but days like today, when the weather couldn’t decide on what mood it was in, really soured the experience.

You had walked out of your apartment this morning to a bright and warm sun that was beating down on the citizens of Metropolis who wore short sleeved shirts and light clothing. When Perry told you that he needed to send you out in the field for the afternoon, you jumped at the opportunity to get a good story and enjoy the weather, but it seemed as if mother nature had other plans. The sun had disappeared behind a wall of ugly gray clouds, the warmth had morphed into a nasty chill that raised goosebumps all across your skin, and people were now tightly wrapped in their coats.

You hadn’t thought to bring your jacket, or check the weather evidently, so now you were stuck outside and shivering as you waited for Superman to finish off whatever it was he was going against now. You had given up on trying to narrow his opponents down to their true identity, if they even had one, and instead came up with a catchy name you overheard someone say, or one that Jimmy would suggest when he was reading over your shoulder.

Your teeth clattered together as you spoke into your recorder, trying to weasel your way closer to people in order to both get closer to the action, and to search for some sort of heat source. Superman had quickly managed to subdue whomever it was that had threatened the city, and he was now mingling with a few children or adults who all sang his praises. If it were a year ago, you would have tried to fight your way to the front and interview him yourself, but you had been given strict insurrections to focus on the people. The people were your story, their reactions, their compliments, their criticisms. That what was what you needed to focus on.

“Hey,” A familiar voice called out your name, briefly diverting your attention away from the scene in front of you.

Jimmy darted through the crowd with his camera around his neck and his bag slung over his shoulder. His hair had been tossed around by the wind, his cheeks and nose tinged pink from being bitten by the cold. He looked cute in a quiet way, but it wasn’t quiet enough for people not to notice him. Girls, and some guys even, couldn’t look away from him as he passed, and it made you roll your eyes in annoyance. You knew he couldn’t help it, that he wasn’t welcoming the attention, but that didn’t mean you had to like it.

“What are you doing,” He pressed as his eyes raked over your trembling figure, brows knitted together in concern when he noticed your lack of outerwear.

“Working,” You replied as you stepped into his space, his arms instinctively wrapping around you to pull you into his chest, “Same as you.”

“Where’s your jacket? It’s too cold out here to not have a jacket,” He mumbled into your hairline.

“Didn’t bring one,” You shrugged, eyes scanning the crowd as everyone dispersed or loitered around to gossip. That’s what’ll give you your story. “I didn’t think it would get so cold so fast.”

You felt his body vibrate with a soft laugh before he stepped away, unzipping his own jacket and sliding it off his arms. He ignored your protests and insistence that you would survive a little longer in the cold, and guided your arms into the soft material. You frowned at the goosebumps that littered his skin the second the air hit him, and he made quiet promises that he would survive. His body heat lingered in the jacket, enveloping you like a cozy blanket of warmth and you couldn’t help but let out a muted sigh of relief.

“There,” He curtly nodded his head as he guided the zipper until the tracks stopped and pulled the hood over your head, “Now you can go get your story and I can be content knowing my girlfriend won’t freeze.”

“Thank you,” You sweetly smiled at him, eyes soft and swimming with adoration, “Can you hurry back to the office so I can be content that my boyfriend won’t freeze?”

“I still gotta get some pictures,” He slid his hands to your hips and pulled them flush against his own, “And I want to walk back with you.”

“Okay, I’ll hurry then,” You playfully shook your head, looping your hands around his neck to toy with the hair that brushed against the skin.

He closed the gap between you with a small kiss to your lips before he teasingly said, “No you won’t. You won’t leave until you’ve talked to everyone you can.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” You agreed, giving him one last kiss before you turn back towards the leftover crowd of people, “Come get your jacket if you get cold!”

“I won’t!”

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FINALLY JIMMY FICSSSS 🥹🥹 he’s my bae

[maiamore]

have we ever considered how useful it would be to have a rom-com with clark kent?

likeee…dudes always b chasing through the airport, and then giving up when she’s already on the flight. clark kent about to fly up n knock on every window until he gets her. MY type of romance 🖤

[soulsstrings]

something about higuruma is so deeply attractive like i can’t put my finger on it and it’s not even just his looks do ya’ll feel me

[hearts4hughes]

HE’S NOT ME | ANAKIN SKYWALKER X READER

note: first writing for anakin! my obsession for him is reawakening, and yk my fav trope is bsf x bsf!reader 🤗

you’re sparring again.

fourth time this week. sixth time if you count the ones that end with him lying flat on his back, laughing, arm flung over his face like he’s hiding something (he is.)

the training room is warm. dusk curls at the windows. your saber slices through the air in a clean arc, but he parries it fast, almost cocky.

“you’re slow today,” he smirks, gaze falling to the way your fingers grip your saber. he shakes his head, trying to free himself from his thoughts.

you glare. “you’re annoying every day.” you lunge at him, your braid whipping through the air with the movement. he simply side-steps you, like he’s calculated your every move.

“true,” he says, and winks.

it should be harmless. you’ve known him since you were both initiates. slept in the same bunks, snuck into the same mess halls after curfew. sparred until your arms shook, until your breathing fell into the same rhythm.

but lately… something’s off.

his touches linger. his jokes cut deeper. and his stare? his stare burns.

“where were you earlier?” he asks, not even trying to sound casual.

“with quinlan,” you mutter, distracted by the way he circles you now. he’s measured, sharp, a little too tight.

he freezes. “quinlan vos?”

“yeah?” you raise a brow. “he asked me to train. we ran drills.”

anakin’s grip on his saber tightens. knuckles pale beneath the glove.

“he’s not your partner.” his voice is lower now. something deeper, darker sparkles in his eyes. “he’s not me.”

you blink. “are you seriously jealous?”

he doesn’t answer. instead, he lunges. his saber collides with yours so hard it makes your arms tremble.“you think he can protect you?” he grits out, eyes locked on yours. “he flirts. he doesn’t care. not like I—”

he stops. chest heaving.

not like what, skywalker?

“what’s your problem?” you snap, breathless. you throw your saber on the ground, and turn away from him. your arm cover your chest as you stare at the ground.

he drops his saber and steps into your space.

“you don’t get it,” he says, eyes dark and storming. “i see the way they look at you. vos, kenobi, every soldier in the hangar bay. they think they can.”

“can what?” your voice falters. curiosity lingers in your gaze as his muscles stiffen.

then, he leans in. heat rolls off him like wildfire. “touch you. take you. love you.”

you stifle our a dry laugh, absent of any humor. “and you think you’re any different?”

his eyes flash.

“no,” he says, voice breaking open. “i know i’m not. i’m worse,” his voice falters. “but at least i don’t pretend.”

then his hands are on your face, pulling you in like the force itself is dragging you together. and when he kisses you, it’s not soft. it’s not sweet. it’s desperate. possessive. like he’s been starving and you’re the only thing that could ever feed him.

you gasp against his mouth, fingers curling in his hair.

his hand slides down your spine, anchoring you to him, like you might vanish if he lets go.

“you’re mine,” he breathes, forehead pressed to yours. “not theirs.”

you don’t say anything.

you don’t have to.

your mouth just finds his again.

and for the first time, he stops pretending to be your friend.

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i love this writing omll

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