This is exactly what it sounds like. A book of oneshots. Specifically, Supernatural oneshots.So most of these will be Destiel and Sabriel, however other ships may end up in here :PAlso I'm happy to take requests for this. Just message me if you want me to write something, and I shall happily write it :)
It's Elizabeth's birthday, her and her daughter Audrey receive a visit from a mysterious young man.
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β§β§β§β§β§β§ curtains β§β§β§β§β§β§Eddie Munson is wanted for murder and his best friend, Paige Ivey is in the hellfire club. Jason carver assumes that Eddie has killed Chrissy Cunningham. Paige is on his number one list to find out what happened.
! COVER IS NOT MINE, PLEASE CREDIT THE ARTIST SO I COULD GIVE PROPER CREDIT! This is a story where Y/N stands up for herself, she fights for the people, creates wars and she is a problem for the DreamSmp.There might be a bit of flirting, who knows? πI've done this story cause I don't want people to read it and be like,, here we go again, Y/N is crying for the same guy,, or get annoyed. Here Y/N is the villain. It's her turn to shine.All the events aren't the same order, same place, as the smp is. But I think you will like itTw: the story contains manipulation, grammar mistakes (English isn't my first language), blood, fights, executions, murdering, Language and so much more
Bryce is forced to find a place to stay when a snow storm leaves him stranded in Chicago. He texts the only person he knows in Chicago for a hotel suggestion, one thing leads to another... and a lot can happen in a week... *this will contain smut... so read at your own risk!!*I suck at summaries sorry... π
Quotes from Stray Kids songs and facts about the members. Zodiacs, would you rathers! Imagines and preferences. Just a whole bunch of nonsense.
Estoy parado en una esquina de once esperando a una desconocida. Una esquina cualquiera. El empleado de una casa de ropa de bebΓ© espanta dos ratones a la calle que intentan entrar en una boca de tormenta rota, pero no lo logran.A lo lejos la veo venir, miro la foto de perfil de WhatsApp. La gente suele poner su mejor foto y esta no era la excepciΓ³n a la regla.- Hola, Tengo esto que te pertenece.- Gracias, ΒΏTe debo algo?.- No, este favor ya estΓ‘ pago.- Es mejor que me vaya. Pronosticaron lluvias intensas.Hace ya diez aΓ±os que no sΓ© nada de su vida. La ΓΊltima vez que hablamos quedamos en eso y lo cumplimos a raja tabla. EncontrΓ© el bar adecuado. Las manos me sudaban tanto que mojΓ© la frase que decΓa "Para JosΓ©". Me pedΓ un cafΓ© y abrΓ la caja, en el interior habΓa ropa de bebΓ© y una carta.- Hola, se que la ΓΊltima vez dijimos nunca mΓ‘s, pero me enterΓ© de lo que pasΓ³ y quise que sepas que estoy acΓ‘ como siempre lo estuve. Te quiero.Eso era todo. Sus palabras resonaron en todo mi cuerpo. SentΓ deseo por besarla, pero ese capΓtulo estaba cerrado. ΒΏTendrΓ‘ hijos? ΒΏSe habrΓ‘ casado? ΒΏSerΓ‘ feliz?. Esas preguntas iban y venΓan en mi cabeza mientras caminaba bajo la lluvia. Al llegar a la esquina, uno de los ratones estaba aplastado en el asfalto, del otro, no se sabΓa nada.
A short story about reclaiming all the good parts of ourselves that we lose when we're with the wrong people.It contains a bit of Urdu, and two Pashto lines. Thank you to my friend for all the insights into the lows of married life, you're the best, seriously.