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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

✶ 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.”

spider-man!sam edit ⊹

already posted on tiktok + insta .

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.

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.