and his beautiful eye crinkles

The Five Times You Encounter Dean Winchester

Word Count: 2,914

Warnings: Drinking. 

A/N: I missed writing Dean, so this happened :) Hope y’all enjoy! Let me know ^^ 

Originally posted by out-in-the-open


Five Years Old
There is a new kid in your kindergarten class. He’s quiet, has freckles all about his tiny face, and wide green eyes. He stands next to the teacher as she introduces him to everyone and you smile widely when you realize that the only open seat in the classroom is the one next to you.

A new friend and you’re thrumming with excitement as he takes his seat next to you.

“Dean!” you exclaim, making him jump.

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Aaron Tveit and Laura Osnes presented William Ivey Long with his Lifetime Achievement Award tonight at the Lucille Lortel Awards (x)

So, @thepsychicclam posted this, and then this happened:

Stiles listened to the latest musicians that Derek had brought to court to play for him with a wide smile and a thankfully small amount of hand movements. They were, as all the artists that Derek presented to him with startling frequency and fervor were, wonderfully talented, and playing a piece that had been commissioned just for him.

Sometimes, Stiles thought that his husband’s gifts and ever increasing support of Stiles’ interests might mean that his own feelings of deep abiding love may be returned by his king, but in his more reasonable moments he knew his love was unreturned. Derek had always been a generous and attentive man, even as a child he would allow Stiles to choose their activities and humor him in his frequent schemes. When Stiles proposed that they sneak into the castle kitchens to steal some of their favorite cakes, Derek rolled his eyes fondly (“They’re my kitchens, Stiles! And yours as well!” “Yes, but we aren’t meant to be in there now, silly!”) and acquiesced with enthusiasm as they tiptoed around the halls and into the pantry.

The head cook had found them covered in icing and failing to contain their laughter.

Thinking of it now brings a warm glow to Stiles’ chest even as it sets off a cascade of similarly joyful memories of growing up as Derek’s best friend. They were so close that Stiles had never considered that he would marry anyone else, though when he was old enough to understand that he was in fact Derek’s intended, the betrothal sent a panic through him. How could he ever think that a union with a man he loved so deeply, but could only look upon him as a dear friend, would bring him anything but heartache?

In the end, Stiles had decided that life without romantic love but with Derek by his side was far better than life away from the man who reigned in his heart.

Sitting now, beside his husband, ensconced in ornately carved thrones with soft velvet cushions, Derek’s arm resting close enough to his own that he can feel the warmth radiating from him, seeing his friends in court smiling and enjoying the music created just for him, Stiles knows he’s exactly where he wants to be. Even Boyd and Isaac, their usually stoic guards appeared to be enjoying themselves, though each man was regarding their kings with indecipherable looks.

Stiles takes a deep breath and turns to his husband only to find Derek looking back at him, a smile curving his lips in a way that still makes Stiles’ heart flutter. He can feel his own grin widen in response as Derek’s eyebrows raise in question. “Are you pleased, my dear husband?”

Stiles’ heart stutters then gallops at the thoughts that assail him, all the ways he’d like to please his king, the oft imagined looks of pleasure he’d like to paint upon Derek’s beloved face. He must get lost in thinking about how Derek’s skin would feel beneath his hands, because Derek’s brow furrows in concern. “Stiles? Is something the matter?”

“No, my king,” Stiles hurries to reassure, “I was simply trying to decide how best to tell you how perfectly lovely this evening has been thus far.”

Derek’s smile is so bright it puts the castle’s chandeliers to shame, and Stiles feels an elated pride bubble in his chest.

“I am exceedingly happy to hear you say so,” Derek says genuinely, the radiant smile still in place and the corners of his beautiful eyes crinkling slightly. The way Derek looks at him then, his entire regard focused on Stiles and the force of his honest joy makes Stiles forget that they are a couple bound by duty and friendly affection. It makes him believe for a moment that they share a love that will inspire artists for decades.

It emboldens him, and he places his hand over Derek’s, suppressing a shiver when Derek moves ever so slightly so that his thumb can run lightly over the outside of his pinkie. “I am exceedingly happy that you are exceedingly happy,” Stiles teases.

After another long moment simply getting lost in watching one another, a particularly evocative piece of the song draws Stiles’ attention and he turns to see how those gathered to dance interpret it. He can feel Derek still watching him, and it turns his smile small and private as he ducks his head briefly. Derek’s hand is still warm and real under his own, and as the evening stretches into night, it remains there, tapping the occasional rhythm against Stiles’ hand, their fingers eventually entwining.

Neither dares acknowledge it, but neither do they pull away. When it is time to applaud, the lost contact is nearly unbearable. When their hands automatically settle back together, Stiles feels like he’s soaring.

He really does…

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I really love his smile, and I do mean LOVE

Originally posted by trainingpanda

Just look at that beautiful smile

Originally posted by minpoong

His smile is so precious, I love this dork way too much

He’s going to be the end of me….

Originally posted by lefantasy

(Sorry it’s so blurry) Look at his beautiful smile, his beautiful eye smiles, and the beautiful crinkles that he gets on his nose when he smiles. He’s just perfect

anonymous asked:

56 with Jungkook. Thank you!!

Prompt request: “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?” + “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: A classmate has been bothering you, so your best friend, Jungkook, pretends to be your boyfriend to scare him off. Let’s just say that the act goes a little too well.

Word count: 1k words


“It’s getting worse,” you whined, star-fishing on the floor of Jungkook’s dorm. He stepped over your legs, sitting on an area of the carpet that you weren’t occupying. “This guy literally won’t leave me alone.”

“Just threaten to report him for sexual harassment,” Jungkook suggested. He shook his head violently, his wet hair sending droplets of water everywhere. He had just finished showering in preparation for your (academically irresponsible) movie marathon.

“With what evidence?” you sighed, pulling yourself into a sitting position. You pulled your knees up to your chest. “He’s not a bad guy, I don’t think. He’s just too nice and it’s really creepy.”

“Well, you know what I do about my problems,” Jungkook laughed, turned towards his small TV, scrolling through Netflix. “Ignore them until they go away.”

“You’re not helping!” you shrieked, stretching out a leg to kick Jungkook in the side. He toppled over, laughing as he went.

“I don’t know what you expect me to do about this,” he said after righting himself.

“Maybe be a little supportive,” you pouted, turning your attention to the television. Jungkook was browsing through the different genres. As he skipped over the Romantic Comedy section, an idea dawned on you. A brilliant idea. “Jungkook.”

Your friend turned to you reluctantly, recognizing your tone of voice. He knew it meant something bad for him. “Please, no,” he whispered.

“I’ve got a plan,” you shared, completely ignoring what Jungkook had just said. “You’re going to pretend to be my boyfriend. You’re going to pick me up from class in a romantic fashion. Then, the creep will get the message and leave me alone.”

“I-I don’t know, Y/N,” Jungkook stammered, eyes widening before avoiding yours. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. Why don’t you tell him up front that you’re not interested?”

“You think I haven’t tried that?” you snorted. You crawled over to where Jungkook was sitting and latched onto his arm. “Please? For your best friend? Plus, you owe me a favour from May 6th, 2009–if I recall correctly.”

“Don’t bring that day up ever again,” Jungkook replied automatically, cringing at the memory. He heaved a heavy sigh and chewed on his bottom lip. You could tell he was about to give in. “Fine. This is a big favour you’re cashing in, so you better not regret this.”

“Thanks, Kookie!” you beamed, engulfing his frame in a hug. He stiffened underneath you–never one for physical affection–and you let him go. You moved back to your original spot, turing back to the TV. “Put on some rom coms. We need to do research.”


In retrospect, you realized Jungkook was right. This was not a very good idea. Asking your friend to pretend to be your boyfriend for the sake of fending off pursuers? Not the best idea. Asking your best friend, whom you’ve been harbouring a secret crush on for years? The worst idea.

Currently, he had an arm wrapped securely around your waist, somewhat shielding your body with his larger one. Your breathing was strained as you tried to keep it steady, which was nearly impossible with Jungkook’s closeness. Jungkook was not bothered by the proximity, more occupied with glaring daggers at the boy who had refused to leave you alone.

“And who are you, exactly?” Jungkook spat, every word laced with venom. You weren’t entirely sure if this was an act, since Jungkook had walked in when the boy was getting particularly handsy.

“J-just a classmate,” the boy stuttered, cowering away from Jungkook’s wrath. He turned his gaze to you accusingly. “You didn’t say you had a boyfriend.”

“Didn’t realize I had to,” you responded coldly, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

“Bitch,” the boy spat, turning on his heel to walk away.

You gasped as Jungkook lunged forward and jerked the boy back by the shoulder. Your classmates nearby stilled at Jungkook’s aggression. He pushed the boy into the wall, the latter’s head thumping quite loudly against it.

“If you ever say that again,” Jungkook hissed, the veins on his arms popping out as he gripped the boy’s collar, “I’ll fucking kill you.”

“You’re crazy, man,” the boy nearly screamed, wiggling out of Jungkook’s grasp and running out of the room. The spectators eyed Jungkook cautiously, but the boy paid them no mind.

“Let’s get out of here, Y/N,” Jungkook huffed, still fuming. He grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers with his, and led you out of the classroom. “You didn’t tell me that guy was a fucking asshole.”

“It’s usually not that bad. Don’t be angry. But thank you, it really means a lot to me,” you smiled, walking quickly to match Jungkook’s long strides. As you strode through the busy hallways, you couldn’t help but glance at your interlocked hands. “Uh, Jungkook? You don’t have to keep holding my hand.”

“I want to,” Jungkook said simply, giving your hand a slight squeeze.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you actually were in love with me!” you joked, trying to ignore the butterflies Jungkook’s admission had caused.

Suddenly, Jungkook stopped walking. He pulled you to a stop as well, leaving the two of you in close proximity. Jungkook bit his lip, but his eyes pierced into yours. Almost unnoticeably, Jungkook took an unsteady intake of breath.

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?” he whispered, his grip on your hand tightening.

Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat. “Are you being serious?” you choked out. Jungkook nodded shyly, a light blush donning his cheeks.

“Well?”

A huge smile illuminated your face, and you felt your heart soar. “Well, I would be the happiest person alive,” you laughed, “cause I’ve been in love with you since then, too.”

Jungkook returned your smile with a beautiful one of his own–it made his eyes crinkle and showed all of his teeth, and it was perfect. The two of you leaned into each other’s space, Jungkook’s hands coming to rest around your waist. He looked into your eyes, searching.

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?” Jungkook asked with a cheeky smile.

“Fuck, yes,” you breathed.

Then his lips met yours, and everything was right in the world.

- Girl in Luv

Thank you so much for reading! I really enjoyed writing this, and I might turn it into a longer one in the future tbh. Hope you liked it!! Thanks to all the anons who requested it. This is our prompts page if you want to read more from us. Happy reading!

Cravings

❤ Soulmate Drabble (11/13) ❤

Originally posted by jeonfhan

Member: Jeonghan
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 580

When your soulmate eats something, you get a craving for what they’re eating.


“Ugh, not again,” you groaned, causing your best friend to look up from the magazine she was reading.

“What’s your problem?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow as she watched you slump over onto the floor.

“He’s eating potato chips again.” you huffed into the carpet. You had never met your soulmate, but you knew that he was a habitual snacker. You always craved what he was eating, and that really didn’t help when you had promised to give up junk food. You stood up and went to the kitchen, quickly grabbing an apple off the counter and taking a big bite of it. You chewed slowly, hoping that he’d suddenly start craving fruit as intensely as he made you crave chips.

The burn you had in the back of your throat for salty snacks slowly dissipated, and you felt proud of yourself. There. Maybe you’d gotten him to stop and reach for a healthier snack to torture you with. You took the apple back to the living room and finished it as you watched the rest of your tv program. After about fifteen minutes you had forgotten all about the food issue, and focused solely on the events unfolding on your screen. That is, until a new craving hit.

“He decided to fix his apple cravings with apple flavor gummies.” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. Your best friend patted your shoulder comfortingly.


The next day you were on the subway on the way to work when an unusually attractive boy came and sat directly across from you. He was wearing a long coat and a checkered scarf, and you wondered if he felt as cosy as he looked. He glanced up at you and managed to catch your eyes, but you looked away as fast as you could. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and a pink blush came over your face. He probably thought you were super creepy. You mentally chastised yourself for staring.

You heard him rustling in his bag for a second and looked out of the corner of your eye as he pulled out a bag of potato chips. You inwardly laughed, how funny would it be if he happened to be your soulmate? Ha. As if you’d be that lucky. He popped open the bag and put a chip in his mouth. You found your own mouth watering, and your mind drifting to the salty taste of potato chips…wait. Oh, shit.

Your heartbeat quickened. There was only one way to prove this hypothesis. You remembered the tangerine in your bag and quickly unzipped your bag to retrieve it. You tried to control your breathing as you peeled it, and your blood ran cold as you put the first piece in your mouth. You chewed, letting the sweet juice coat your mouth. The sound of the boy’s chip bag crinkling stopped. You looked up at him, and he was already looking at you with a furrowed brow. He ran his tongue over his lips looking at the orange in your hands and then back at your face. His brow relaxed and turned into a much warmer expression.

“Wanna trade?” he asked you, holding out his bag of chips. A wave of relief rushed over your body.

“I guess I can take those from you. I’ve been on a pretty successful diet lately, though. No thanks to you.” you said, handing him the tangerine. He laughed at you, his beautiful eyes crinkling.

“Sorry about that.”

- Marcy

Fanfiction Shenanigans [Steve Rogers x Reader]

Requested by: @luxdxvine (I can’t tag you for some reason??) :: The avengers bring the reader and Steve together through fanfictions written for just them.

A/N: I couldn’t stop writing this fic and it’s kinda dragged and veryyyy long, therefore brace yourself. I apologise in advance and thank you for bearing with me. (Criticism welcome.)

Tony Stark strutted into the common room of the avengers, a place where they all hungout when nobody was on a mission. His patent smirk was plastered on his face as he sauntered into the midst of the other avengers, with the exception of you and Steve Rogers.

“What you got up your sleeve, man?” Sam asked, noticing Tony and his grin.

Bucky, Natasha, Clint and Vision looked up at the philanthropist while Wanda busily dealt cards to everyone.

“What I’m going to tell you is more fun than any game of cards you’ve played,” Tony declared, whipping out his phone.

“Please, Stark, we aren’t interested in the new tech you’ve come up with,” Natasha commented.

“It’s not tech, although that would be something. Anyway, it’s about Capsicle and Y/N,” Tony divulged.

“..Really? The fact that they’re attracted to each other? Old news, Grandma,” Natasha said casually.

Bucky looked at Natatsha in horror. “WHat?”

“Ol’ Buck doesn’t know,” Sam interjected.

“Everyone knew? Why didn’t I?” Bucky questioned.

Everyone shrugged at the soldier who looked a little angry.

Tony cleared his throat and continued,”Well it is obvious they’re in love but they’re not doing anything about it and it’s making me crazy. I decided that we must take matters into our own hands.”

“We’re listening,” Nat and Wanda said in unison.

“That’s the spirit,” Tony said, a wider smirk playing at his lips.

**

You entered the room to find the avengers sitting huddled around Tony who was talking. Your eyes automatically started to look for a particular avenger but you shook your head. You had to stop.

You walked to the huddle and everyone whirled to look at you, a grin on most of their faces. Your forehead furrowed in confusion. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing,” Tony blurted quickly, starting to put the phone he’d been reading from into his pocket.

Just then Steve entered the room and you stiffened. Why he had this effect on you, you’d never know. But one look at him, his perfect greek-god like built, his kind blue eyes and perfect lips and you were a goner.

You turned your focus to Tony, trying to no think about Steve who walked over to stand beside you. That wasn’t helping.

“I want to know! What were you guys reading?” you demanded.

“It’s nothing, Y/N,” Bucky said, sounding unconvincing.

“Do you want me to use my power to take it from you, Tony?” you commanded.

“Alright alright,” he deadpanned. Steve looked at him questioningly. It was very unlike Tony Stark to give into commands so easily.

“We were reading Captain America into Psych fanfiction,” Tony admitted.

Your jaw dropped. Did Wanda tell everyone? Only she knew about your little crush on Steve. So this is what it felt like, being stabbed in the back with a knife.

“What’s a fanfiction?” Steve queried, his brows knitting in confusion.

“Well..it’s something people or rather fans write. They write fictious stories about people or events that they would like to happen,” Natasha explained.

Steve still looked puzzled. Meanwhile you were sure you were going to drown in embarrasment.

“We were reading fanficition about you and Y/N,” Sam added.

You almost expected Steve to start laughing at this absolute stupidity but all he said was,”They want me and Y/N to happen?”

Where was the nearest balcony? You ought to jump off one.

“Yeah well,”Tony said, trying to keep fom smiling.

Steve glanced at you and judging you by your neutral expression he said, “Well it’s not like it’s real or anything.”

Whoever said about words not harming anyone. What he said made your heart clench with sadness, you always hoped he’d like you back but here was the truth, waving at you in your face.

Hurt, you managed to croak,”Yeah, keep reading Stark, this should be fun.”

That’s right, hurt yourself more.

Tony, obviously enjoying this, obligied immediately. The other avengers sat themselves around him, while you found a place next to Wanda and Steve squeezed himself between Bucky and Clint.

Clearing his throat, Tony continued where he’d left off, “Y/N lay in Steve’s arms, as the soldier whispered silent prayers into the night. Y/N was barely breathing. Steve brushed her hair off her face and caressed her cheek. ‘Please, don’t die,’ the avenger said. ‘Please, Y/N, I love you.”

Tony paused for a second and you wanted to strangle him. Steve glanced at you and you looked back, his face, unreadable.

Why were they doing this? Was this a joke to them? Steve clearly didn’t know and didn’t share the same feelings. It was merely a passtime for him. But hearing everything you wanted to happen aloud, was humiliating. But you were brave, you couldn’t let Steve know.

“Why are you reading soapy, dramatic stuff? Isn’t there anything that’s fun?” You asked, putting on an impassive face.

“Ooh the lady wants fun,” Clint said, grinning at you. You smiled back at him, hoping nobody could hear your heart thudding against your chest.

“Here’s something fun. Do you want me to read smut?” Tony questioned, his eyebrows arched and mocking.

Bucky, Sam and Clint burst out laughing, Nat following in a second later.

Congratulations, you played yourself.

“What’s smut?” Steve asked, earning a groan from everyone.

“It’s sexual intercourse and everything​related in writing, Mr. Rogers,” Vision piped and Steve’s eyes widened at the mention of the word.
His ears redened and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Nor could you look at him.

“Not​ that. Go on to something else,” Steve muttered.

“C'mon Capsicle,” Tony urged and before waiting for an answer, started to read.
“Lust and love blazed in Steve’s eyes as Y/N stood before him, dressed in satin lingerie.”
That earned some giggles.
Your head was going to burst, you thought.

“Pining Y/N against the wall, Steve planted small kisses on her neck and moved onto her jaw, illiciting a moan from the beautiful maiden. Y/N pushed herself against the soldier, her hands grasping at his hair. Steve slid his hand up her thigh and Y/N shuddered at his touch.”

Wild fantasies involving the blonde soldier were storming in your brain one after one and if anyone read your mind they’d take you to be christined immediately.

Just when you thought​ things couldn’t get worse, Steve said,“ That’s not how I’d do it.”

Everything went dead still. You looked at the avenger and blinked. He wasn’t looking at you.

And then the other avengers started to scoff, Bucky whistling and Natasha winking at Steve.

You chuckled a little but your mind was already racing with the thoughts of what he would do and you hated yourself for it.

“Wanna write your own fic as to how it would go, Stevie?” Tony teased.

“No thanks,” Steve said, blushing.

You tried to gather yourself for what was yet to come.

“Y/N ripped the shirt off the Captain, and drank in the god-like built of her lover. She pulled him closer, biting at his lower lip. Steve slipped the satin straps off Y/N’s shoulder, his touch burning her skin. Steve trailed kisses down her neck and moved to her bre-”

You couldn’t take it anymore.
“That’s enough,” you said through gritted teeth.

Steve looked at you, he looked a little humiliated too…and was that sorry written on his face?

Tony looked scared for a second and then joked, “Atleast the fictious Steve’s getting some action.”

Steve’s face redened. You almost laughed but caught yourself…the others however, not so much.

“Steve, c'mon man, there’s got to be someone you like,” Sam asked, punching him playfully.

Steve remained silent. So the others, obviously moved on to the next victim, you.

“And you, Y/N?”

Of course there was someone. Of course you wanted to be with him. And obviously you couldn't​ ever have that.

“Yeah, there is someone,” you muttered.

Steve looked at you, a puzzled look on his face. You glanced at him and saw something like jealousy flash over his face. You blinked. All this fanfiction reading was playing with your mind.

Bucky scooted over to you.
“Is it anyone we know?”

“Uhuh.”
Why were you answering?

“Is it anyone in this room?” Clint piqued.

They all knew. Traitors.

“Uhuh.” you breathed, not looking up.

You managed to glance at Steve. He was absolutely still and watching you carefully.

As if noticing your glance at the Captain, Natasha plodded, “Is it our beloved Steve?”

You were going to die.
“N-no.”

You could swear Steve looked crest-fallen.
He cleared his throat and said, “I just remembered, I have some work to do.”

He stood up and left, heading to the balcony.

As soon as he left, Wanda scrambled over to you and exclaimed, “What are you doing?!”

“Go talk to him you stupid thing!” Bucky cried.

All of them were talking over each other, asking you to go confront Steve.
Tired, you stood up and reluctantly followed Steve outside.

“Can we talk?” you called after the broad soldier.

He turned around and squinted at you. He nodded and beckoned you over.

Without thinking about the consequences or anything you marched upto him and began, “Listen, you’ve been a great confidante and friend. But everything I said back there was true except for the fact that.. that it is you, Rogers. I’ve been hopelessly in love with you for sometime now and I understand if this is not the case for you but all this,”-you gestured vaguely- “just made me want to tell you everything. I’m sorry if this is too awkward for you.. I just had to do it.”

Steve looked taken aback for a second. He blinked a couple of times before his beautiful blue eyes crinkled as he smiled down at you.

“I was heart broken when you said no to what Nat said and couldn’t take it anymore that’s why I had to walk out. The truth is Y/N…I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now too,” he confided.

You couldn’t believe your ears. The man of you dreams was actually in love with you too? You could almost cry. You, however, hugged him instead, burying your face in his hard, warm chest.

“FINALLY!” you heard Bucky scream from the door to the veranda. You heard a roar of laughter and giggles errupt from his side.

“Oh give us a moment​, you guys!” Steve hollered but he was smiling.

Just as Steve leaned down to kiss you, Nat yelled, “I think I’ll write a fanfiction about this!”

You smiled against his lips and kissed him.

Happy. Happy?

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Originally posted by wrestlingsexriot

I was 22 when a simple comment changed my life completely. He caught my eye from the very beginning; not knowing much about him until WWE finally decided to do the UK tournament. He was 19 at the time and my naïve 22 year old self did not know how to handle the feelings I was getting. He was handsome beyond beautiful. The way he carried himself made him seem slightly older but the childish persona would often find its way. Tyler Bate was brilliant absolutely brilliant in my eyes. I was instantly captivated by every movement he did.

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Gray

❤ Soulmate Drabble (8/13) ❤

Originally posted by ldks

Member: DK/ Seokmin
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 529

When you meet your soulmate, a gray world turns into beautiful colors.


For the past so and so many years, you’ve experienced the world in various shades of gray, just like everybody else on the planet. It hasn’t bothered you in the least; it’s actually made you excited. Ever since you were little, you’ve heard stories of people’s world becoming colorful when they found the one that was made for them. It was like a fairy tale, and you wanted an ending just like one. That’s the way it’s been for years, until now.

Lately, some of your friends actually met their soulmates, their worlds now full of vivid colors and pure joy. Needless to say, it made you bitter. Of course you didn’t show it; you didn’t want to appear jealous over something that was bound to happen to you in the future, but you just didn’t know when. You were immediately transformed into a lowkey salty third wheel whenever you hung out with a friend and their newly found soulmate, and you could see the connection instantly. It was amazing actually, seeing how the universe basically “shipped” people together. Everyday you wondered if it would finally be the day where you met that special someone, but no luck has come yet. You wondered at times if they were even alive or just lived somewhere else far away. You hoped that it was the latter.

Then, to your absolute surprise, the day finally came. Your school decided to take its students on a special trip, so now you were in Seoul, Korea, surrounded by fellow students and friends. Of course, the couples wanted to go sightseeing together and go out to cute cafes or fancy restaurants, but all you wanted to do was stay in your hotel room and sulk by yourself. The hotel itself was nice and had a restaurant or two attached and it had a pool, so you took that as a good sign and maybe you wouldn’t be completely bored when you were alone.

Your roommate left the instant they set their suitcases on the floor, leaving you completely alone. With a sigh, you crossed over to the window and pushed aside the curtains, the light gray sky greeting you. Your eyes scanned down over the sight of the humongous pool and the people gathered around. Your eyes locked on a particular large group of guys that were sitting by the pool, but your attention was pulled to the one sitting in the middle. You blinked at him a few times, and it just happened.

A sharp gasp slipped out into the silent atmosphere as you observed the colors around you. The room you were staying had colors. The sky was gray anymore. Everything was colorful. In your shock, you unlatched the window and pulled it open to stick your head out and cried out in joy when it was true. You then looked back down at the group to see the one in the middle staring up at you. The light shined down on him in such a perfect way that it made your heart skip a beat. You’ve never seen anything so beautiful. He smiled brightly, his eyes crinkling.

Everything was colorful. 

~Ash

Remember This Moment (With Me) - Klance

Happy birthday to my dear Bobbie. You’re such a wonderful person, and through you I’ve met some of the most amazing people. I’ve felt a level of acceptance with you and the rest that I’ve never felt before, and I’m endlessly grateful for you and the whole group that you brought together. Here’s some almost-late soft Klance for your birthday. You’re my favourite non-binary Cuban babe <3

@accordingtomyresearch

(you gotta listen to this while you read it)



Keith had been planning this for weeks. Lance had mentioned his high school prom once almost six weeks ago, and Keith had tilted his head to the side, blinking owlishly at him. He knew what a prom was, of course. He lived in the desert, not a cave in the mountains. He’d opted out of his high school prom. His girlfriend had just broken up with him to go to the dance with some other guy, likely one her parents would adore. He didn’t remember being terribly heartbroken about not going to the dance. 

But apparently Lance had not gone to his, though not through any choice of his own. He’d received a concussion while boxing and had been unable to attend, and he was apparently still bitter about it, if his whining was anything to go by. He mostly whined to Keith, since they were… sort of, almost dating. Maybe. Semantics, Keith thought. Lance knew that Keith only had eyes for him; he’d made it abundantly clear. Touched his hand at dinner that one night. Laughed at his joke about pineapples and baby aspirin (and it honestly had been funny, which was kind of the sad part). Put his head against Lance’s shoulder and actually dozed off just like that. 

And yet Lance still hadn’t started with the grand theatrics he always howled about doing for anyone he was interested in back on Earth.

Keith looked up at the transformed training room, his fists planted on his hips.

“Try ignoring this, buddy,” Keith muttered to no one in particular. Hunk had helped him add solid, yet temporary, beams that went from wall to wall, intersecting at different points, leaving large gaps between them and sort of resembling perches in a bird cage. Hunk, coming through for Keith once again like the genius he truly is, rigged up string lights that they twined around the beams. He mixed up some Space Punch and tiny Space Sandwiches with tinier toothpicks in them. He smoothed Keith’s hair back and pulled it into a neat little ponytail, much more refined than the sloppy one Keith usually wore when he was training. Honestly, if Keith wasn’t already completely gone for Lance, he’d be trailing after Hunk like a lovestruck puppy. But all of this was for Lance. 

There were no tuxedos in space, so Keith just made sure that his clothes were clean and neat. As clean and neat as three year old clothes that he wore every day could be, at least. Pidge had managed to keep Lance occupied all day with a video game, and was supposed to be sending him past the training room when she was done with him, where he would hear the sweet lyrics of ‘Can’t Fight the Moonlight’ filtering out from the open doors. Keith paced back and forth, nervous and gnawing on his lip. Hunk had assured him that Lance would love this, even more so since it was coming from him

“Does that mean -” Keith began, blinking at Hunk.

“He does, he just doesn’t know he’s allowed to yet,” Hunk told him. That had been yesterday, and his words kept replaying in Keith’s head, over and over as he tried to work out how the fuck he’d manage to confess to Lance that he was in love with him and then somehow dance with him all night. Or maybe he’d dance all night and then confess? Would Lance even let him get that far, or would he try to get an explanation out of him before any dancing even happened? Keith really wanted to tug on his hair, but Hunk hurried into the room just then and swatted his hands away, looking excited. 

“He just left Pidge’s room, he’s coming this way. Don’t mess up your hair now,” he chastised gently, smoothing a piece back. Keith looked up at him.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked in a small voice. Hunk chuckled at him.

“It’s a bit late for that, dude. It was your idea anyway, remember? But I am sure about it. I know Lance; he’s going to love it,” he assured. He gave Keith’s shoulder a squeeze and then hurried right back out and scuttled down the hallway. Keith waved his hand and pulled up a small holoscreen - he dimmed the lights and turned on the string lights that decorated the beams and ran along the floor in a large square, creating the illusion of a dance floor. Soft yellow-white light filled the room, and he pressed another button on the screen and the music started playing. Both Pidge and Hunk had confirmed Lance’s pure, unadulterated love for Coyote Ugly, so he decided to start with that. 

Keith turned his back on the door, looking up at the beams and the twinkling lights wrapped around them, at the little table where the sandwiches and drinks were set up at. The longer he stared at it all, the more deflated he became. This was pathetic. A mockery of prom, really. He knew what prom was supposed to be like - bright, multicoloured lights, a live DJ, a few hundred sweaty, horny teenagers grinding on each other, limousines, smuggled booze, ripped condom packages on the bathroom floor. Photos and smiles for the yearbook. What was he even thinking? He didn’t even have a cell phone that he could take a picture with Lance on. He didn’t have a corsage! Lance would want a corsage! The flowers would look so good on his slender wrist and he didn’t even think to make one out of origami paper. 

This was going to fail. Lance was going to laugh at him, and he’d just be consumed with heartbreaking, unrequited love for the rest of his days. They wouldn’t be able to form Voltron, and they’d kick Keith out for sure, exiling him to be with his own people (who hated him because he was a paladin, and they’d kill him on the spot). 

“Keith? What’s all this?”

Keith whipped around, so fast he nearly over-rotated to spin in a complete circle. Lance was standing just outside of the square the lights on the floor formed. His eyes were wide, eyebrows nearly vanishing into his hairline as he gazed around the room, tilting his head back to look at the criss-crossing beams. He dragged his eyes back down to the small table of refreshments, and then finally settled on a fidgeting Keith. 

“What is this?” Lance asked again, his voice curious and soft. 

Keith took in the quiet confusion in his voice and on his face, absorbed the open wonder Lance had as he looked at all the work Keith and Hunk had put into this one night. That was all it took for Keith to unclench his fists and sigh.

“You… mentioned that you missed your prom because of a concussion. I didn’t go to mine by choice, ‘cause I’d just been dumped, but Shiro and Hunk and Pidge told me about what their proms were like and how much fun they had at them, and I just thought that maybe you’d like to experience prom? With me? Since neither of us went to ours,” he rambled. Lance blinked at him, his face carefully blank.

“I - what? This is prom?” he asked a little breathlessly. Keith flushed, looking away.

“I mean, sort of? It’s a little tacky, I didn’t have a lot to work with here -”

“Tacky? Are you kidding me? This is space prom, Keith, it’s already better than anything I could have gone to in high school!” Lance burst out excitedly. He jumped lightly over the lights, skidding up to Keith and grabbing at his hands. Keith felt heat flooding his cheeks, but he gripped Lance’s hands back just as tightly. 

“So you’ll go to space prom with me?” he asked boldly. Lance grinned at him, flashing those beautiful white teeth, his eyes crinkling up boyishly. 

“Yes!” Keith smiled back, and then dropped Lance’s hands. He waved one of his hands and brought up the holoscreen again, gesturing to Lance.

“Then pick a song, one you can dance to,” he said. With an excited little bounce, Lance navigated through the list of songs on the holoscreen and finally picked one with a happy gasp. 

“Where did you get these? I haven’t heard these since we left Earth!” he said happily. 

“Pidge is magic, I think,” Keith said with a chuckle. An upbeat rap song began playing, something about boys and cooling systems. Lance spun around, a smirk on his handsome face, and he grabbed Keith’s hand. 

“You know how to dance?” Keith let Lance guide him to the center of the room, grinning.

“Absolutely not,” he said. Lance barked out a laugh, tossing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut in mirth, and Keith was sure that his pupils actually turned into little hearts. Lance turned around to face him again, dropping a hand to his shoulder and letting the other trail down his own body. 

“Then just do whatever you feel like doing,” he said. 

I want to shove you against a wall and kiss you for the next two years, if that’s okay, Keith thought, his eyes ziplining down to Lance’s hips as they began to move. His mouth dried up and his eyes widened as Lance’s body began to twist and snap in time to the music. His feet brushed across the floor, carrying him away from and then closer to Keith, dropping down and bouncing back up effortlessly, like he’d just been out at a nightclub the night before, instead of at peace talks with a new planet. Keith tried to mimic a few of Lance’s simpler dance moves, emboldened by the way Lance whistled at him. 

Dark hands fell upon his waist, pulling them close together, and Lance began to grind on him, his body sinuous like a snake and moving like this was his job, instead of piloting a giant alien machine of war. Unsurprisingly, Lance was good at this, too. He seemed, to Keith, to be good at just about everything. 

They danced through seven more songs before Lance stopped, threw his head back and laughed, sweaty and shining in the soft light. “This is amazing, Keith!” he exclaimed, holding onto Keith’s hand. Keith felt his chest swell.

“I’m - good. That’s good. I was worried that…” he trailed off. Lance furrowed his brow.

“Worried that it wouldn’t be good enough?” Keith nodded. Lance squeezed Keith’s hand, then threaded their fingers together. “Keith, I.. No one’s ever done anything like this for me. This is perfect.” 

They stood close - close enough that Keith could have rocked forward on his toes and kissed him. He was tempted, so tempted. It would have been a good moment for it, so easy. But it wasn’t the perfect moment, and Keith would be damned if the rest of this didn’t go as perfectly as he’d planned. 

“This hasn’t even been the best part,” Keith drawled teasingly. Lance raised an eyebrow in question, his lips quirking up in a smile. “Close your eyes.” Lance pursed his lips in a little pout, but acquiesced. Keith pulled up the holoscreen once more and dimmed the lights a little more. “Now, when I say jump, I want you to jump up, okay?” 

“Weird, but okay,” Lance agreed. Keith poised his finger over a button on the screen.

“One - two - jump,” he instructed. Just as Lance’s feet left the ground, Keith pushed the button that turned off the gravity in the training room. Lance’s blue eyes flew open when his feet didn’t touch back down; he looked down at where he was hovering, and then back to Keith with a grin. Keith quickly put a song on play and grabbed Lance’s hands again, then pushed off hard from the floor, sending them up into the air. Laughter bubbled up out of Lance and Keith smiled at him as they sailed through the air, the music beginning to play around them. 

“Dance with me,” Keith murmured, drawing Lance closer to him as they approached one of the light-covered beams. Lance blinked at him once in surprise, and then his face spread into a smile so wide Keith swore it could crack a star right in two. 

“Charmer,” he whispered. Keith pulled him close, and as they neared a beam, he pushed against it with his foot, sending them coasting away through the air again. “Slow dancing with me in zero g’s? You’re smooth, Red.” Keith smiled, tucking his chin onto Lance’s shoulder, because that’s where he fit after Lance’s (hopefully final) growth spurt last year. 

“One look at you, my whole life falls in line,” Keith murmured quietly, speaking the lyrics of the song that Pidge had frantically told him was “so obviously the only song for you two”. He couldn’t sing, wouldn’t want to try to because that would definitely drive Lance away, but he could at least sort-of hum decently. Lance tensed up in his arms, but relaxed by the time the violin began to play. He heard him gasp, felt a hand leave his waist - if Keith had to guess, he’d probably figure that Lance was very dramatically covering his mouth. Keith smiled, because it was such a Lance thing to do, and he loved it. 

“Whatever may come, your heart I will choose,” he hummed. “Forever I’m yours, forever I do.” 

Lance’s arms suddenly tightened around his waist, and Keith’s breath hitched in his throat, choking a little on the last note he’d sung so quietly. They brushed against another beam, and Keith gently kicked them away from it; their bodies spiraled a little as they moved away from it. Lance bent his head down and Keith could feel his breath leaving between his teeth against his hair.

“Are you -”

“Shut up, Lance,” Keith huffed, a smile spreading across his face. Lance chuckled, and Keith felt his hand leave his waist and tug at his own elbow. Lance maneuvered them until he had Keith’s hand in his, and he laced their fingers together. 

“Okay, okay. Serenade me, Red,” he whispered. He squeezed Keith’s hand, rubbed his thumb over the smooth skin not covered by his gloves. Reassured by Lance’s reaction, he tightened his grip around the blue paladin’s waist again, and was further encouraged by the feel of Lance wiggling against him to get closer. 

“The way you love, it changes who I am,” Keith murmured. 

“This is really happening,” Lance whispered. Keith could hear the smile in Lance’s voice, and if he hadn’t already been flying, he felt like this could have given him wings. “Oh my god, Keith-”

“I can’t believe it’s true. I get to love you, it’s the best thing that I’ll ever do,” Keith hummed. Lance sort of spasmed against Keith then, gripping his hand almost too tightly.

“Screw the song,” he muttered in a rush. Lance pulled back just enough to put half a breath between them, only to lean in and press his lips to Keith’s. There was a fleeting thought of but the song is kinda nice before Keith allowed his eyelids to flutter shut and kissed Lance back. 

Lance’s lips were wildly soft, and honestly, Keith expected that. He didn’t expect Lance to be quite so good at kissing, though - he kind of thought that maybe all of that bravado would be just an act, or a front to hide his inexperience. Nope, no, he was being proved very wrong as Lance’s lips slanted against his at the most spectacular angle, smirking just enough to draw Keith’s lips into a soft pucker. The hand that held his released it and moved up to cradle the side of his face, and Keith clutched at Lance’s waist, fingers flexing into his shirt. 

Keith couldn’t help the happy groan that escaped his throat, and Lance responded favourably, chuckling softly into the kiss and licking plaintively at his lips. Keith opened under him immediately, sighing gently and wrapping his tongue around Lance’s. Despite the heat that pooled in his belly, the kiss was still so innocent to Keith. He could live and die in that moment and be perfectly okay with it all. 

When Lance pulled back, his eyes were bright and narrowed in a wide grin, his cheeks were flushed, and Keith thought there wasn’t a more beautiful sight in any galaxy he’d ever been to. 

“Is this your way of asking me to go steady?” Lance asked, crooked grin falling into place. Keith’s fingers twitched against his waist.

“Yes,” he said, straightforward and blunt as he’s ever been. “You’re allowed to want this, you know.” Surprise coloured Lance’s face, and he grinned wide and bright before tossing his head back and laughing, low and almost humming. 

“Okay, hot shot. You got me,” he murmured. Keith smirked and dragged Lance by his face back against his lips. Lance kissed him enthusiastically, all but giggling into the kiss, and Keith was definitely on cloud nine, if the clenching, fluttering feeling in his chest was anything to go by. “How’re we gonna get down?” Lance muttered into the kiss. Keith shrugged.

“Don’t know,” he mumbled. “Kiss me again and maybe it’ll come to me.” With another bark of laughter, Lance rocked back in mid-air, pulling Keith with him. They were nearly horizontal now, and Lance wrapped his arms around Keith’s shoulders and kissed him for all he was worth. The song that Keith had been singing was on repeat, though neither was paying much attention at this point. Keith didn’t think he’d ever be able to focus on anything again except Lance’s lips and the way they moved against his own. Even when Lance pushed away from him, cackling and kicking off of a beam and sailing across the room, Keith couldn’t stop from staring at the stretch of his lips over his straight white teeth. Their game of zero-gravity tag was interrupted no less than six times by Keith latching onto Lance and kissing him breathless. 

Almost an hour later, when they finally touched down on the floor and turned the gravity back on, Lance launched himself at Keith, wrapping long arms and legs around Keith, forcing the red paladin to support him with a very firm grip on his ass. Lance buried his fingers into Keith’s hair and kissed him feverishly, like they hadn’t spent the last forty-five minutes making out. 

“I’m glad I didn’t go to my Earth prom,” he said breathlessly. Keith blinked up at him. “I’m glad this is my only prom experience.” He leaned in and touched their foreheads together, and Keith watched his eyes close, watched a slow, easy smile overtake his handsome face. 

“Lance,” Keith said softly. Blue eyes opened, penetrated Keith right to the very core of his being. He was sure that Lance was staring straight into his soul, and he hoped Lance could see every overwhelming, desperate, helpless, lovestruck thing he was feeling. 

From the way Lance’s breath hitched, Keith figured that Lance was seeing the same future he did. 


the whole idea of dancing in zero-g came from @jamthedingus and then @lancesexual came and punted my face into the sun with that FUCKING SONG so thanks u gay fucks.

The Ultimatum

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Wordcount: 2479

Warning: Angst, Injured Dean, Language. 

Part Two - The Memories @hanny-writes-spn

Part Three - The Compromise @melonshino(Link coming soon)

A/N: Written for @spnbuddywriters SPN Team Building Challenge. I was fortunate enough to get buddied up with two amazing ladies @hanny-writes-spn and @melonshino. I for one had a blast with this challenge. Hope y’all like it. 

Prompt: “What the hell is that sound coming out of you?” 

*not my GIF*

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Sam was behind the wheel of the Impala, racing down the near empty highway, you and Dean in the backseat, trying to keep him conscious. It was a bad hunt that ended even worse. The demon got what was coming to him, but not before he managed to get to Dean. Dean had jumped out of dodge, but the demon managed to give him a big flare across the stomach.

“Babe, come on.. Stay with me,” you said, cradling Dean’s face in your one hand while the other tried to minimize the bleeding. God, there was a lot of blood. “Sam, you need to step on it.”

You met Sam’s eyes in the rearview mirror, his hazel eyes portraying the fear and panic you were feeling.

“How’s he doing?” Sam asked, putting his eyes back on the road.

“He’s losing a lot of blood, Sam, and he keeps falling in and out of consciousness.” Tears started to well in your eyes as the reality of the situation started to kick in. you couldn’t lose him. “Take the next right, I know a safe place to stop that is closer than the bunker.”

You hadn’t been back to the house you grew up in since after your dad’s funeral, you just couldn’t stomach the thought of living there without him, so you just never went back. You still weren’t thrilled about the idea, but Dean’s life was on the line.

“What?” Sam asked in confusion.

“Just follow my directions and we’ll be there in about twenty minutes.”

Your dad had been a hunter too, so you were pretty sure you’d be able to find what you needed to put your boyfriend back in one piece.

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jungkook’s cute lil nose scrunching up as his eyes crinkle up into the most beautiful smile you’ve ever laid eyes on accompanied by that single dimple on the side of his beautiful face and a lil giggle that causes your heart immense pain and torment because its just so goshdarn adorable and he s so goshdarn adorable and you love him so muc h and you jsut 

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Bts Maknae Line Reaction to a Surprise Kiss

Jimin

You and Jimin would be having a conversation, and he’d get self conscious about how his abs aren’t really maintained right then, and you’d feel the need to cheer him up, so you leaned up to give him a little peck on the lips and tell him that he’s beautiful. He’d melt into an absolute giggly mess, his eyes would crinkle up so much, and he’d cover his face for a minute because you surprised him and he’s a little shy right now but also thrilled. When he took his hands away from his face, he’d pull you into a hug still giggling because you’re just too cute.

Tae

He, too, would giggle soooo much. He’d be doing something just leaning on a counter or a table or something, and you’d see him and just walk over to the other side of the counter, lean across it, and plant one on him before trying to turn around and walk away, but not fast enough. He’d start giggling with his rectangular smile as soon as you did it, and he’d catch you by your face before you could move, and return the kiss with pecks all over your face, giggling in between each one. Then, he’d finish it with one on your lips before nuzzling his nose against yours.

Jungkook

You’d be hanging out together, and he’d be looking kind of down at what he was doing, maybe it was on his phone or something. There’d be a minute of quiet, and then you’d lean over and kiss him on the lips before walking off nonchalantly. He’d be very surprised to say the least. As soon as you did it, he’d go kind of wide eyed, and when you walked away, he’d stare after you in complete silence with the same surprised expression on his face, maybe a little bit of a smirk. Not like a mischevious one, but like he’s feeling really bashful, but also kind of happy and so his face doesn’t really know what to do with itself. If anyone saw, the embarrassed look would multiply x10000000000000.

bride | taehyung

Who would be to wear this dress if the bride who wore it wasn’t you?

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genre: angst.

word count: 1.4 k

trigger warning: mentions of death.

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This isn’t the sight Jensen comes home often to. Not because it is unusual but because he doesn’t get much opportunity to. He just got back from working on some final ADR for the season and the house was silent. Too silent. Which can be a very bad sign when there should be six kids in that house. He walks through the rooms, calling out Jared’s and kids’ names, even the little ones’. It’s not like they will answer him but he can at least try. They are not in any of their rooms and there is no sign of them in the backyard. Jensen is pulling out his phone to call Jared when he enters their bedroom and stops dead in his tracks. Right there on their king size bed in a one big pile of bodies and blankets lies his whole life. 

Jared is sleeping in the middle on his back. There are three little bundles tucked up along his left side and he has one of his freakishly long, but oh so strong, arms wrapped around them for safe keeping. JJ is sleeping on his chest, Tom tucked up by his right side and Shep is sleeping basically on Jared’s head. Two dogs adapted his feet for their own pillows. He snaps a picture with his phone (which is still clutched in his hand) because it is just too cute not to. 

The room looks like a tornado went right through it. There are pillows on the floor around the bed in case someone decides to literally roll out of it. Toys, even more pillows and blankets all over the floor. Jensen is momentarily surprised they even own so many blankets. He suspects that right before the tornado hit, the whole room was one big blanket fort. The TV is turned on low, playing Aladdin. Jensen smiles. It is one of Jared’s favorite Disney movies. And all the teasing they do about being Jasmine or marrying her (in Jensen’s case) is not all that innocent. Sometimes they like to show as much of their true relationship as they can without blowing their cover in front of the fans just for fun. Sue them. At least it is more entertaining for them than another prank or wives questions.

Jensen shuffles through pillows, careful not to trip over anything and gets on the bed beside Tom. Thankfully the only one who wakes up is Sadie and even then she only wags her tail lazily and goes back to sleep. He is a little tired but just wants to watch over his beloved family. He doesn’t mean to actually fall asleep.

He is woken up by thirty little fingers tickling him and when he looks up he sees Jared smiling at him, sleepily but relaxed. His dimples are on full display and his eyes are crinkled, and he looks so damn beautiful Jensen’s heart skips a bit. He smiles back, happy, trying to show as much love as possible with his eyes while trying to prevent any little body from falling off the bed. He shifts his focus to Shep who avoids headbutting a head-post by just mere millimeters   and his hands shoot up to catch him. That leaves his armpits and ribs vulnerable to little demons’ fingers. Jensen is squirming in seconds. He needs Jared, his knight in shining armor to save him and just as he is about to ask for help, he sees wicked gleam in Jared’s eyes and his feet are attacked by very large, very capable fingers. 

“Et tu Brute?”, he asks through giggles, wanting but failing to sound angry. He is trying to escape the onslaught without actually hurting anyone. Not only Dean Winchester is wildly ticklish*. Jensen is too and Jared very well knows it (and isn’t shy to use it against him). After a while he admits he lost this damn battle, but he will definitely make Jared pay for it later. 

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With You By My Side - Bora Bora

A/N: This is a drabble that fits in with my “With you by my side” series. It was requested by the wonderful @melonshino ages ago, and now it’s finally done. I’ve had the worst writers block lately, so i’m sorry if this sucks. Also, thank you to my beautiful beta @thorne93.

 Request: WYBMS request: So we know a little bit of what happened the last night in Bora Bora but what other fun things did they get up to during the trip? (also, not a real request but MAYBE NOT BREAKING MY HEART OKAY IDA) 

 Characters: Jensen x Reader.

 Warnings: Fluff…

 Wordcount: 889 (I know… technically not a drabble….)

“I can’t believe you brought me to Bora Bora,” you breathed as you and Jensen made your way from the hotel reception and to your own private cabin. The crystal clear water reflected the color of the orange sky and it made it look all the more magical. “This place is amazing.”

Jensen led the way to your cabin, that stood on poles above the water. Inside was a bathroom, a bedroom, and a small kitchen which had a glass square in the floor so you could see the fish swimming in the ocean underneath. The rooms were modern, but still had a homey feel to them. Outside was a private pool, a seating area, another bed and a little staircase that lead down to a plateau with two loveseats and a couple of lanterns. It was by far the most beautiful place you had ever seen.

You stepped down the few steps, bending down to dip your hand in the water as you reached the edge, it was warm and inviting and you couldn’t wait for morning so you could go for a swim.

“You sure you like it?” Jensen asked as he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

 You leaned into him and let out a content sigh. “It’s perfect, I love it.”

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