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[Two-shot] Eighteen Hours (Saeran x Reader): Epilogue — Distraction

Your nose was practically pressed up against the cool glass of the window pane as you watched the sky grow bigger and bigger while the earth below became smaller and smaller, till it eventually vanished completely behind the boundary line of white clouds above.

One little thing marred the pure splendor of blue and white outside, however.

Just above the centre, there was a blurred image of a mop of red hair suspended in the middle of the clouds outside. You couldn’t help the grin that stretched your lips apart, as you turned to your right, eyeing the man whose red hair was always distracting you from your cloud-viewing mid-flight.

He raised an eyebrow, looking up from the book he was reading when he noticed you turn his way.

“Done already? Can we switch seats now?”

You sent him a teasing glance, shaking your head. “Saeran, it’s only been fifteen minutes.”

He narrowed his eyes, flatly staring at you in return. He didn’t seem to believe you, which was why he glanced at his watch to check the time. True to your word, it had only been fifteen minutes since the plane started moving, and that only made him release a frustrated sigh. He was impatient. Terribly so.

You thought it was cute whenever he had his lips pressed down like this, the lines on his forehead creasing ever so slightly when his eyebrows drew down in a frown. His fingers were drumming on the front of the book cover, and he kept changing his seating position every few minutes. He was restless, and you knew he was more than eager to change seats with you, even though he had been the one to voluntarily give you the window seat ticket on this flight.

“So, why did you stop looking out? It’s not like you to get distracted,” he commented, trying to make some small talk to make the time go by quicker.

True. It really wasn’t like you to stop looking out the window to look at something else.

“Your hair is distracting,” you answered plainly. It was true. His red hair was so infuriatingly distracting. You could see its reflection in the window, to the tiniest baby strands at the top of his head that swayed with the cool air in the cabin. Like a moving ball of fire in the sky. A meteorite, maybe.

He paused a bit, as if thinking of a suitable comeback in response, but he either couldn’t manage it, or simply thought it too tiresome to try. So he quietly pulled up the hoodie of his jacket to cover his red hair, all while still narrowing his eyes at you.

You chuckled at the gesture, reaching over to insert your hand under the hood of his jacket, threading your fingers through his soft, red hair. It felt nice, like you were petting the head of a little puppy.

“Didn’t you say it was a distraction?” he asked, taking hold of your wrist gently to pry your hand away from his head, before he removed his hood and shook his head in an apparently efficient method to undo the mess you had made of his hair.

“Yes, but I never said I didn’t like it,” you replied, watching with delight as his lips parted and his eyes widened, his gaze now incredulous before he looked away, his ears reddening. That seemed about enough to get him to zip his mouth and to stop pestering you to switch seats with him.

You laughed a little to yourself. It was fun to tease Saeran like this. He was always calm, cool, collected, and in moments like these, you felt proud to be one of the few people to see this side to him: shy, speechless, mildly irritated.

Deciding you were better off using your limited time in the window seat wisely, you turned back to the sky outside, trying to empty your thoughts as you looked at the sea of clouds below, like small, quiet waves along the shore of a beach. You could imagine them rising, receding, without the sound of water crashing on land.

And there it was again. The red hair. The moving target. You could see his face too, the tip of his nose scrunched up slightly, absorbed in his book, his golden eyes hungrily devouring the words on its pages.

You groaned inwardly. It was as Saeran pointed out. It wasn’t like you to get so distracted on a flight. You loved the window seat. It was a must-have on any flight. The clouds outside were your companion, and you could never tear your eyes away from the window.

Except now, things had changed.

Now you had another companion, instead of the clouds, on your flights. Now you had a distraction, one who stole your breath and attention far more effortlessly than the clouds could. Now, you could never decide what you wanted to watch: the clouds, or the subtle changes in his face that he only allowed to show for the merest of seconds.

After a while, the clouds got boring. They were always the same. Just white, against an endless blue. But he, on the other hand, was that red spot, that enigma, in your line of sight, and made it so that you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his reflection on the window. He was always changing, unpredictable; there were so many more things you had yet to discover about him. The clouds had bared themselves to you over the years, but not him. You wanted to unravel all the layers that covered him. It was exciting, an adventure all on its own.

And now, you couldn’t tell if you wanted the window seat purely to look at the clouds, or so you could secretly observe him through the reflection on the glass.

You were jolted out of your thoughts when you suddenly felt his breath on your ears.

“Wow,” he breathed, and you could smell the scent of peppermint on him. His scent. He was leaning over, his cheek nearly touching yours as he looked out, wide-eyed at the beautiful view outside the window.

“Yeah,” you agreed, though you weren’t really focusing on the sky anymore. You were acutely aware how close he was to you, how his hand was pressed against your thigh, the ring on his finger nudging your right pinky finger.

You felt a sudden rush of emotions, your chest swelling with adoration for him. He was beautiful, far more beautiful than the clouds outside, far more beautiful than what he thought of himself. You adored the excited gleam that lit up his golden eyes; you often saw something similar flicker in his eyes each time he laid his eyes on you. At the start you thought it was just your imagination, but now, now that you were on your way to your honeymoon destination, you knew that those little moments had all been real.

You loved him so much your heart could burst right this instant.

At that moment his eyes darted down to meet yours, the smile on his face faltering when he realized that you had been staring at him all this while. You watched in amusement as a light pink color dusted his cheeks, sputtering, “W-What? Is there something on my face?”

“No,” you whispered, your eyes never leaving his. Then, moving purely on instinct, you tilted your head upwards, pressing your lips softly against his cheek. A smile lifted your lips as you pulled away and noticed his Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallowed thickly, his eyes darkening as he trained his gaze on you.

Or more accurately, your lips.

“We can switch seats now, if you want,” you spoke, nudging him back so you could stand and give him the prized seat by the window.

He folded his arms across his chest, emitting a small sigh as he watched the clouds go by. Just a few seconds ago he had been amazed by this view, the sight of enormously fluffy clouds crowding in the sky, as if fighting for his attention.

But now, something else had his attention. Or more specifically, someone. He could see her head clearly, reflected right smack in the center of the window pane. She had his attention all to herself. And she knew it. He could tell, from the way she was smiling to herself while pretending to flip through the in-flight-entertainment magazine in her hands.

He resisted the urge to bring his hand up to his cheek, at the spot where the feel of her soft lips lingered. He wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of seeing it. She liked to ruffle his feathers, to make him stumble over his words, to make him look like a fool.

Well, in some ways he supposed he was a fool. And he always would be, when it came to her.

Absently, he traced the cool metal of the ring that adorned his fourth finger with his thumb, and looked once more out the window, at the clouds that once fascinated him to no end, and then to the reflection of the girl who had stolen his attention from them.

She was a distraction. And she seemed rather proud of the fact, too. Every now and then he would catch her sneaking sideways glances at him through the window, a cheeky smile lifting her lips as she tried to catch any more slip-ups from him.

She was beautiful, wise, a maddening tease. The strangest girl he had met yet, but also the one he had come to love more than life itself.

He felt a tap on his hand then, and he turned to look at her now. Her hair, her curious eyes, her cute nose, her lifted cheeks, her soft, pink, luscious lips. Immediately, his mind went back to when she just kissed him on the cheek, and he felt heat begin to crawl up his neck to his ears once more.

“So?” she asked, and he had to ask her to repeat herself. She just couldn’t choose between two movies to watch, so he just told her to watch both. Not helpful, apparently, even though this was an eighteen-hour flight, where she would have plenty of time to watch both.

As she settled back in her seat, selecting the movie with her remote, he couldn’t help but continue to stare at her. Not from the window’s reflection, but her, right there, right next to him. Sometimes he just couldn’t believe that she would be willing to stay by his side, that she could love someone as weird and strange and flawed like him, but then each time he saw her with him, each time their eyes met and she flashed him the warmest, brightest smile that could rival the sun itself, he would be convinced once more, grounded in the truth of her existence and their relationship.

And just then, he felt a sudden urge to kiss her, to feel her lips on his, to take her by surprise just as she had done with him earlier. It would only be fair, after all.

Saeran wasn’t one to act on impulse, but for that moment, he decided he would.

So without any warning, he placed his hand behind the nape of her neck, pulling her in towards him. He heard her gasp at his sudden movement, and his lips curled up into a brief smile before he captured her lips in his, silencing any protests she might have had on the tip of her tongue.

Sweet. He tasted cherries, no doubt because of the candy that she liked to bring on board with her. She was soft, her lips melting against his as she responded in kind, although he could tell she was holding back because they were on the plane and they were in plain sight.

He brushed his tongue lightly against her lips, and smiled to himself when he felt vibration of her quiet moan against his lips. They parted obediently for him, her tongue darting out to meet his.

Instead of going further however, he pulled back, satisfied immensely with the dazed look in her eyes as she stared at him questioningly, her now pinker lips glazed with moisture. Revenge success.


He only gave her a smirk in reply, before swiftly turning away so he could hide the blush blooming in his cheeks, the lingering taste of cherries in his mouth.

At least, now he wouldn’t be the only one distracted on the flight.

…But on hindsight, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to do this so early. After all, they had eighteen hours more on the flight, which meant eighteen hours of having to restrain himself and maintain his cool composure in front of her.

So he looked out at the window, trying to empty his mind by staring at the clouds that were passing by.

And there her reflection was again, her eyes now trained on the screen, while her thumb traced the outline of her lips. Her soft, sweet, pink lips.

With a defeated sigh, he screwed his eyes shut, allowing himself to sink into the darkness instead.

…This flight was certain to be eighteen hours more of agony.

A/N: Yay, done with this one! Hope you enjoyed ;) 

Shut Up | Castiel x Trans!Male Reader (Top Surgery Only)

Warnings: Fluffy Smut

Words: 1643


(Y/N) POV:

It was late, near midnight, when Back in Black by AC/DC came on the tiny radio placed on a bedside table. Dean and I both hopped up, dancing together like goof-balls. Singing off key and playing air guitars dramatically. Sam was on the couch, bursting with laughter at the sight of us, Cas, who was sat on the opposite side of the couch was just sitting stiffly, eyes on me as I let out a laugh of my own.

When the song ended I collapsed on the couch with a huff, “We should go out. There’s no way I’m falling asleep tonight.” I said excitedly, my eyes shining like a child. Dean immediately agreed and before I knew it I was dragging Cas by his coat to the backseat of the Impala. After we arrived and slid into a comfortable, worn, red booth I rested my head on Cas’ shoulder. I glanced up to see a soft pink color dust his neck and cheeks.

“Cassie,” I said, shooting out the nickname that always got him flustered, “what do you do for fun? Up in heaven I mean.”

He cleared his throat softly before speaking. “Angels do not have time for fun. We do as we are commanded. I rarely indulge in human activities.”

I furrowed my brows and glances as Sam and Dean with confusion. Never doing anything but what you’re told? Where’s the fun in that?

“It’s true,” Dean said with a smile, “I had to go out and get him laid, like, three times. The guy is centuries old and before me he was a virgin!” He laughed and I let my jaw drop dramatically.

You, the sexy angel from above, never had sex?!’ I teased with a laugh. Cas avoided my gaze and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Even in the experiences Dean has put me in, it was not pleasurable. The women he chose never felt right. They were weird.” I laughed in response to his reddening cheeks.

“They were weird? How so, Cassie?”

“The women always…did this thing at the end…” His eyebrows furrowed as he thought back to  his experience, “they’d ask if I came which was very confusing because obviously I had arrived, I was there with them. And they were always very…wide, a-and loose. It was…not nice.”

“Dean Winchester did you hire cheap floozies for him?!” Dean laughed heartily in response, putting his arms up defensively, “I just figured they’d give him a good time. He never told me any of that! Geez, Cas, I thought they’d at least let you come!”

Again, Cas’ eyebrows furrowed with confusion and he began to speak,

“I’m confused again! I don’t get-”

“Cas!” I exclaimed, “I’ll explain it too you later, okay? Come dance with me!” I pulled him up and dragged him on the dance floor, flinging my arms around his neck.

“I-I’ve never danced, I don’t know how…”

“Cas” I said softly, trying to end his mumbling.

“Angels don’t do this a-and I don’t know where my hands go…”

Cas” I sang his name out softly, but still failed to get his attention.

“Plus, I don’t want to cause you humiliation in front of the other humans and-”

“CAS!” I shouted, he stopped and looked at me curiously, I leaned up on my tip toes to mumble in his ear.

“Just shut up and I’ll show you.” I pressed a kiss to his cheek and led his hands to my waist.

We swayed softly, his eyes locked on his feet as he tried to keep his balance, he looked adorable. His cheeks were painted with a dark blush and his tongue was out slightly in concentration. After the song ended I laced my fingers around Cas’ and let him adjust and twist his fingers until they fit correctly around mine.

Once back at the hotel, I went to my room and took a quick shower. I let my thoughts wander to the thought of Cas and the cheap women Dean has sent him home with. I felt my eyes furrow when I though if what he’d told us. They were all loose, and wide? Could vaginas be wide? I shivered once, mine certainly wasn’t. I slid on my boxers and one of Dean’s shirts and walked out into the main room. Cas was standing in the middle of the room, causing me to let out a yelp of fright.

“Cas! You scared the shit out of me.”

“Yes, well uhm,” He spoke soft, reaching up to loosen in already loose hanging tie, “I was talking with Sam and Dean and they suggested that this would be a decent route to take.” He stepped towards me and grabbed the sides of my head, pulling me forward into an awkward, sloppy kiss. I let it happen, allowing Cas to slow down, find his own pace. He tasted like cherries. He dragged his hands down my sides and rested one on the small of my back, the other coming back to the side of my face.

Once he pulled away he looked a my eyes, gauging how I felt. He must’ve decided that I was happy, because before I knew it we were both on the bed. I looked up at him and his curious eyes, letting a giggle slip from my lips.

“May I ask what is so humorous?’ He said in that gravelly voice of his.

"You’ve got no idea what you’re doing, baby.” I said softly, letting my eyes flicker to his lips before going back to his eyes.

“I don’t understand why you’re referring to me as a human infant.” He said, that beautiful blush scattering on his skin again.

“It’s a term of endearment, Cassie, now stand up.” He stood and I scooted to the edge of the bed to reach his body.

“You sure you wanna do this, baby?” I whispers sweetly, not wanting Cas to regret this later.

He looked down at my, flustered. nodding ferociously.

“Alright. We’re gonna start by taking our clothes off, okay Cassie. Slowly, intimately.” I slid his trench coat and suit jacket of his shoulders softly. I glanced up at him to see his cheeks were stained red, his chest heaving in anticipation and anxiety. I ran my fingers up his torso before plucking the first button out of its place on Cas’ shirt.

“Hey,” I whispered softly, “it’s okay, Cassie. You don’t have to be nervous, just do what feels right okay?”

He looked at me with those puppy-dog eyes I love and nodded again, lifting his hands slowly to press on my shoulders, pressing me down on the bed before sliding me up it so my whole body was situated in the center of the mattress. He climbed on top of me, one knee between my thighs, the other on my side. He held himself up for a minute, observing me, before pressing his lips against mine and trailing his hand up my hip, my stomach, my chest, dragging my shirt up with it.

I reached up again, after he’d pulled my shirt off, finishing the unbuttoning of his own and tossed it on the floor before reconnecting our lips. I didn’t have any bottoms on so he stood on his knees and undid his belt, and tossed it over his shoulder. When he went to take off his pants he got one leg stuck around his ankle, loosing his balance he collapsed on top of me. I lead out a fit of laughter, finding it adorable how nervous and clumsy this little angel was. He joined in on my laughter and shot me one of his rare smiles before asking for help out of his pants.

Once we straightened that situation out, he climbed back on top of me slowly, trailing soft kissed down my jawbone as I twisted my fingers intricately through his already messy hair. We both rid ourselves of our boxers and he looked at me worriedly as he pressed his soft head against my entrance. I nodded at him, indicating it was okay, and brought him back down in another kiss for reassurance.

As soon as he entered me, we both groaned in unison. His length slipping into me flawlessly, never failing to hit all those spots that drove me out of control.

“Aa-h, (Y/N), I’ve never…they’ve never been…mmm…so tight! Warm!” He dropped his jaw, letting moans run freely from his mouth now. He pressed his forehead against my own and began rocking his hips at a hard, desperate pace.

“God, Cas!” I whined softly, running my lips down his neck and sinking my teeth into his collarbone. He reacted with another groan as his pace quickened with the boost the bite had given him.

Before I knew it, my legs were around his waist, we were both begging each other for more, never getting enough of each other.

“(Y/N)…I feel…stomach feels funny I’m–”

“Just keep going baby! You’ll like it I promise.” I whined, feeling my own climax teetering on the edge of the cliff I so desperately wanted to plunge off of.

As Cas’ hips began to stutter, I let out one last moan, reaching a mind blowing orgasm around his cock.

Castiel!” I shouted in ecstasy as I felt him reach his own finish. He pulled out softly, watching his come drip out of me. He collapsed to the side, falling on his back, breathing heavily.

“What on Earth was that?” He asked, still sounding dazed.

“That was your very first orgasm, Cassie.” I said softly, rubbing soft circles on his belly.

“Can I have on of those with you again?” He asked, his eyes twinkling like a child.

“Of course, Cassie!” I cooed, pressing my lips against his for the hundredth time that night.


Summary: Phil enjoys giving Dan silly petnames. (Dan secretly loves them).

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1,278


It was the first time they had seen each other in person. There were tears of happiness (mostly on Dan’s part), lots of hugs, and more than enough smiles to last a lifetime.

Yes, it was Dan that shed the most tears- much to his embarrassment, which Phil had to keep shushing and insisting it was alright to be emotional- but Phil felt the weight of the visit himself. He loved Dan so much and cared so much that his heart hurt. He was very grateful to finally be able to hold Dan in his arms, especially after all those skype calls that Phil wished he could be there for the brunet.

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precious to me

its 2 am have this taekook drabble 

credit to the loml aka @theamazingsehun for my inspiration and prompt

 jungkook groaned and damn near slammed his head on the table. why the fuck were finals so hard? studying was stupid. finals were stupid. why did he have to be a photography major? jungkook sighed as he read the same page over for the third time in a row. he was so tired, but he had to study. he had to. his eyes drifted away from the page and to the clock on his desk. it was 2:04 am? already? he was about to fall asleep on his desk.

then he heard a knock at his door.

“who the fuck is here so damn late?” he grumbled to himself, getting up (and almost falling over in the process) to answer the door. he looked through the peephole and saw his boyfriend, holding a box of pizza. jungkook frowned, and as soon as he opened the door, he was met with a bright boxy smile and a “jungkookie!”. “tae? what the hell are you doing? it’s 2 in the morning. you should be sleeping.” jungkook reprimanded.

taehyung frowned. “you should be too!” taehyung let himself in, setting the pizza box down on jungkooks coffee table and opening the box. “now are you gonna join me or what?” jungkook sighed and closed the door, joining taehyung on the couch. “baby, you really need to sleep, and there’s no way you’re going back to your dorm alone this late. you’re sleeping here after we finish.”

“well duh! i was gonna do that anyway.” taehyung said with his mouth full. he swallowed and continued to talk. “you need to sleep too! how long have you been studying for?”

“uh…” jungkook honestly didn’t know. he’s been at it for hours, he lost track of time. “jungkookie…you need rest too.”

“but my exams-”

“you’ll do fine. you’re so smart jungkookie. i know you can do it.” taehyung praised, finishing his second slice of pizza.

“how did you even know i was up?”

“im your boyfriend, you dummy. i know your workaholic habits. you don’t have to be so perfect all the time, jungkookie.” jungkook pouted, staring at his half eaten slice. taehyung always talked like he was so wise, yet he’s the one who tripped over a crumbled up piece of paper. he’s the one who got himself stuck in a tree. and jungkook was there to save him every time.

“come on, kookie.” taehyung said. “take a break. you deserve it.” jungkook sighed again. maybe taehyung was right. maybe he should take a break.

finishing his pizza jungkook beckoned taehyung over. “come here, baby.” taehyung crawled into jungkooks lap. wrapping his arms around his neck. they stared at each other for a while. “you really came here to give me pizza at 2 am?”

“yes. and because…”


“i missed you.” taehyung pouted, a light pink color dusting across his cheeks. jungkook stared for a moment, then chuckled, making taehyung hit his chest. “it’s not funny, you asshole!”

“im not laughing at that! it’s just…you’re so cute. what would i do without you?”

“stay up studying and not get any sleep or pizza….” jungkook kissed taehyungs nose, making him blush. “w-what was that for?”

“you’re precious to me.”

taehyung blushed a cherry red sputtering and spazzing while trying to get words out. jungkook chuckled once more and kissed his lips sweetly, effectively hushing him. this left both of them breathless, overwhelmed by the emotions they felt for each other.

“pizza’re precious…to me too…” another kiss.

“i know. i love you, angel.” another kiss. jungkook layed back, taehyung resting on top of him.

“love you too, kookie…” taehyung said sleepily. jungkook then realized how tired the boy must have been. he’d taken all his exams already. he was exhausted. yet he came all the way to jungkooks dorm because he missed him. jungkook didn’t think he could ever love anyone more than he loved the boy on top of him in that moment.

it was the little things that made him fall a little more in love.

the sound light snoring shook jungkook out of his thoughts. taehyung had fallen asleep. jungkook wrapped his arms around his boyfriend even tighter. pressing a kiss to taehyungs hair, jungkook closed his eyes and started to drift to sleep as well.

as long as i’m with you, i know i’ll be okay.

im so sorry I have to keep uploading these as screenshots- I answered it but! this app hates me <\3 i’m not very used to this fanfiction type format, but I hope I did well~ I got lazy and did only 3 characters though, lolol ^^



it was the first day of October, and the true beginning to autumn: cold weather, big sweaters, Halloween, pumpkin spice everything, color-changing leaves… everything about the season made you feel cozy.

as a little gift to yourself, you thought it would be appropriate to go to your favorite little café and get a pumpkin-spiced latte. it was basic, sure, but you really wanted to get into the autumn spirit. plus, you had nothing better to do.

you ordered the drink and set your eyes on the small table in the back. before you could reach it, though, you felt another person bump straight into you. your drink fell to the floor.

“oh my gosh,” was the first thing to come out of both of your mouths, and hurried apologies in nearly perfect sync followed. you cut yourself off and looked at him. bright, blonde hair and rosy cheeks. you were almost caught off guard by how attractive he was, and lost your train of thought.

he rushed to grab a handful of napkins and began cleaning the mess up. “i’m so sorry, haha, you just… you’re really…” he trails off, blushing.

you pick up your now empty cup and throw it away, trying to help. “oh, it’s fine! it was my fault,” you smile at him. the boy stares at you for a few seconds, his cheeks still red, then stutters out a response. “here, let me buy you another one.”

he doesn’t let you protest, and orders it quickly. he turns back to you and hands you your new drink.

it’s warm in your hands and in your cheeks, and there’s a quick and nervous feeling that’s floating around in your chest, as well- you wonder what it could be.

his smile is like a field of pretty flowers, and you can’t help but smile with him.

“so.. I think we got off to a messy start. what’s your name?”



“rain, rain, go away, don’t come back another day~”

the silver-haired man’s smile grows wide as you sing the short rhyme, and you have no idea why he looks so happy. his eyes seem to sparkle, and wow, you realize, you could really get used to this kind of attention.

you two had met on a social media site- it started with compliments and escalated to in-depth conversations, until soon, you felt like you were going to die if you never got to meet this person. he was talented, charming, sweet, funny… and a HUGE dork. he was your type to a T, and you hoped he felt the same.

you two were seated underneath his umbrella on a park bench. neither of you had planned to be caught in the rain- but neither of you minded as long as you were together.

“mc,” he sighed and smiled at you, making your heart race. “yes?”

it was very sudden, and you realize that this man can sweep a girl off of her feet easily. one minute you two were singing childhood songs, and the next…

zen leaned in close to you- you could feel his breath on your skin, and he made a questioning humming noise, as if to ask permission to kiss you. hesitantly, you nodded.

your lips touched and he could feel fireworks all throughout his body, and finally understood what people mean when they say they feel “sparks flying” in a kiss.

it was longer than youd expected, and when you made a small effort to pull away, he only held you closer; not wanting to let go, ever. wanting to always keep you in perfect moments like these.

when you two finally pulled away, you were blushing, and you noticed that a soft pink color was dusted on his cheeks, as well.

he cleared his threat and then looked at you, then hugged you tightly. “you’re so cute, mc. i just want you all to myself~”

a rainbow had spread itself across the grey sky. an arrangement of every color was blended together artistically and shining down on newly-found lovers and first kisses.

the rain stopped.



“a pleasure to meet you, miss,”

you two had spoken before on the phone. it started as a new friendship online, but slowly blossomed into something much more- the line between ‘best friend’ and ‘lover’ was blurred, but neither of you cared much for labels, anyways.

“you too,” your reply was a little awkward and a lot less formal, but you tried your best. “should we start now?” you nodded at his question, and laced your fingers in between his.

you two had decided to go on a “date”- something jumin had done before, but only with boring women for business reasons. for some reason, this felt a lot different… maybe it was the feeling of your soft, cold hands, or the cherry red color that dusted your cheeks when you grinned at him. whatever it was, it was nice.

his idea of a “date” was taking a woman out to a fancy dinner, paying her in cheap compliments and an expensive meal. while it sounded… nice… it wasn’t really your cup of tea. oh, that reminded you!

it was a really cute sight- you with an excited face, holding the tall man’s hand and leading him around. “what is this place?” he murmured to you, a small bell chiming as you opened the door. you didn’t answer.

“can I get two small cups of green tea, please?”

jumin felt a little out of place- the ceilings were a bit too low for his liking, and he wasn’t very used to such a traditional setting. but… seeing your bright smile was worth it.

he listened to you while you chatted him up about the shop, little facts about your favorite kinds of drinks, and the conversation went from tea to life and pretty soon you two were talking about everything you could think of.

“when did it get so dark out?” you blinked, glancing out the window. it was already 10 PM- you two were talking for four hours. jumin was aware of the time that passed, but he was enjoying every second that went by. he really could listen to that voice for hours..

“i should take you home now, I suppose,” he says gently, with a small smile on his lips. you nodded with a yawn.

now you were at the front door of your house, you nervously shifting your weight and him taking in your beauty, your delicate features almost glowing underneath the porch light.

“i guess this is goodnight,”

he took you by surprise- or, more accurately, your waist- and his lips met your own. he was all wandering hands and secretive smiles, his strong arms holding you in place as if he was afraid you might just disappear.

letting yourself melt for just a moment, you took a step back from him.

'a bit too forward, there, mr. han,’ your bought to yourself jokingly.

“i’ll call you,” a giggle was hidden behind your glittering eyes, and you turned away from him gracefully.

the door shut, and his heart was wide open- for green tea, for little shops downtown, for holding hands, for awkward conversations, for quiet smiles…

for you; and only you.

sarzika  asked:

hello! please may we have fluffy shiro and cuddles? good luck on your blog!

(Hi and thank you✨✨)

It was the middle of the night and Shiro, as usual, couldn’t sleep. He lay awake staring up at the ceiling, there were dark circles under his eyes, and he was absolutely exhausted, but even so, sleep was hardly an option, what with all the nightmares and horrible memories form his past that racked his brain every time he closed his eyes.

Shiro sighed and turned in his side to check the time. His clock read 3:15.
That was when he heard the creaking sound of a door opening and a quiet whisper.


You stood in the doorway clutching your pillow, a soft pink color dusted over your cheeks as you hesitantly approached Shiros bed.

“Can I… sleep with you tonight?”

Your face became even more red and your eyes stared at the floor, awkwardly shifting your weight from one foot to the other, silently praying that he would say yes.

Shiro sat up, a faint blush in his cheeks as well. He smiled softly.

“Of course you can.”

He said. Moving over slightly, allowing you room to climb in with him.

You gently rest your head on Shiro’s firm chest, and his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer against his body. His hands gently move up and down your back, exploring your body as you nuzzle your head into his chest.



You pull yourself up so that your looking down at Shiro, and slowly lean in and plant a soft kiss to his pale lips. Shiro’s hold on you tightens and he begins to kiss you back.

After the two of you recover from what had turned into a heated make-out session, you lay back down into Shiros arms and whisper:

“ I love you..”

oops this happened

“You know she won’t bite, right?” Lucien jumps slightly, his ear turning pink and the color dusting over his cheeks.

“I wasn’t- I mean I don’t-” 

“You’re her mate. You should go talk to her.” Feyre urges. “It’s been months. You’re high lord of the spring Court now. She’s starting to think that you don’t like her.”

“She deserves better than me.” Lucien murmured.

“Oh for Mother’s sake, Lucien, go talk to her!” With that declaration, Feyre shoves him out from behind the tree he’d been observing Elain from.  He stumbles and curses, the noise bringing her eyes to him.

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as if we were in love~

Protective Marinette

“Have you ever gotten hurt like that before?” Marinette asked the next week, idly running her fingers through his hair as they lounged on her couch once more. She had no work to do that night, a miracle of miracles, and used her time off to snack and rest with Chat Noir snuggled up on top of her. The thief opened his eyes – her petting constantly lulled him to sleep, she noticed – and tilted his head up to stare at her.

“Once or twice, princess. Comes with the job.” He winks and pretends to flex for her. “Don’t worry. Your knight can handle-”

“Was it bad?”

Chat had seen the same worry swimming in her sky-blue depths last week while she patched him up, and he had already decided it was a bad look on her. His princess should always be happy; he would do whatever he could to ensure that. But they both knew he was a lousy liar – only when it came to Marinette; she read him like a book and he didn’t mind in the least bit – so he would answer honestly.

With a sigh, he lifted both his hoodie and his shirt to show a jagged scar running from his sternum to his navel, a mark he had intentionally hid from her last week. Upon seeing it Marinette gasped, covering her mouth with one hand as the other reached out, as if to touch it and confirm the scar’s reality. “This is the worst I’ve ever gotten hurt, Marinette. I was new to the job and careless, and I paid for my mistakes.” She whimpered quietly and Chat was quick to add, “But I’m fine now. It’s just a scar.”

Hesitantly, she touched the mark, running her finger from one end to the other. Chat shivered under her touch, watching her closely. Finally she met his gaze, hand resting on his stomach.

“Promise me you won’t do it again,” Marinette whispered, tears pricking her eyes. “Promise you won’t… don’t you ever come through that window again, bleeding and dying and scaring me half to death. I’ll… I’ll call the police if you do! I’ll arrest you myself! I’ll… I’ll…” Silent tears slid down her cheeks as she turned away. “What if you hadn’t come? If you never…”

“Princess…” Chat murmured, gently brushing his thumb against her cheek to swipe away her tears. “Don’t cry over me, alright? I’m purrfectly fine. I’ve got nine lives, remem-”

“You’re not an actual cat, you idiot, don’t you understand that you could have died?! And I wouldn’t have known! You would have died on your own in the middle of nowhere and I would have stayed here, waiting forever for you to come and you wouldn’t you’d never come back and I’m not losing you because of your stupid selflessness!”

Two pairs of eyes widened at the words as a bright pink color dusted across their cheeks. It was one thing to know, in their own odd ways, that they cared for each other to a certain degree. Marinette, for her part, had admitted before that she didn’t hate Chat Noir – that didn’t mean anything, she had claimed, just that she probably wouldn’t call the police that night – while Chat had flirted as long as she would allow before throwing him out of the window. The idea that they would, or could, lose each other was something neither had spoken of. The thought had never occurred to them, until now. Now, when Marinette realized that had he been seriously injured, she would have lost her black cat.

She would have lost the friend that had wiggled his way into her heart, and that scared her more than the fear of losing her own life that night. She made a promise to herself that night, that no matter what, as much as she could help it, no harm would come to Chat Noir. Criminal or no, he was her friend, a good one, and she refused to ever witness him bleeding again. So maybe all the information they had tracked thus far on Chat Noir had mysteriously disappeared. So maybe Plagg’s knife had vanished from the evidence locker. So maybe she was sort of kind of maybe helping him get away with it so that no one would go after him and hurt him. He was her friend, and she always protected her friends.

Finally, after a long moment of silence, Chat smiled softly and, wiping the last of Marinette’s tears away, murmured, “Purrhaps I can try to be a little more careful from now on… just fur you, purrincess.”

“This is no time to joke-”

He cradled her jaw, forcing her eyes to lock with his. “I know, Mari. I can’t promise you nothing will happen to me. It will. I’m a thief, after all. But… if it worries you so much, I will do my best to be as careful as I can.”

Marinette swallowed thickly, placing her hand over his. “…I can’t lose you.”

Heat climbed up his neck at her words. “Y-You won’t, princess. I’ll always come back to you.” She still looked upset, so he flashed her a wink. “Aren’t you lucky? The great Chat Noir, coming to woo you every week. Won’t your neighbors get jealous?”

A smile threatened to curl her lips, but Marinette fought it as best she could. “I don’t want to have to bandage you up ever again… okay?”

He nodded, taking her hand in his and pressing a kiss to the back of it. He could have sworn she blushed, but that was probably just a trick of the light. “It’s a paw-mise.”

Marinette groaned and shoved the laughing thief off the couch so he wouldn’t see her smile. To think she actually cared about this pun-loving criminal… Her eyes flickered down to the floor and caught his emerald gaze, smile wide and eyes gleaming.

Well. Who could blame her when Chat looked at her like that?

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anonymous asked:

I know I shouldn't be sending you prompts because I know you're trying to get a big fic done but I just couldn't resist sending this one,sorry (and I don't mind waiting a lot of time i just didn't want to forget it): pack nights usually last a whole weekend in the renovated hale house. one time stiles forgets his pillow and scott accidentally let everyone know stiles can't sleep without it, derek goes above and beyond to try and make something work, in the end his shoulder/hug does the trick.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I’m always accepting prompts. It might (by which I mean it will) take me a while cause I’m slow and tend to procrastinate a lot, but I’m always happy to receive them.

“I know this is pack weekend,” Derek started, bending down to grab the abandoned and empty bag of chips on the floor, “but could you at least try to clean up after yourselves? I don’t want to spend a day cleaning up after you guys have left.” He paused, sending them a look. “Again.”

“Isaac stayed back to help last time,” Stiles commented from where he was laying upside down on the couch, legs over the back and head hanging over the edge, neck on display and Derek tried very hard not to look. “And it’s not like you’re not messy yourself, big guy.”

Stiles squawked and flailed as the gummy bear Erica threw missed his opened mouth entirely and instead bounced off his forehead, the room erupting into laughter as Stiles ungracefully tumbled off the couch.

Derek stepped over Stiles currently sprawled out on the floor and rubbing at his forehead, and he said, “But unlike all of you, I don’t leave my mess behind.” With a heavy sigh, he sat down on the comfortable chair on the far end of the living room.

Only to shoot back up and grab the crumb filled bowl he had accidentally sat on, tossing it toward the rest of the pack. “Seriously?”

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anonymous asked:

kiss with prince!yoongi perhaps? not sure if you did this or not

good fucken lord-

“i had a lovely time tonight,”

“likewise, love,” yoongi smiles as he removes his hand from yours, allowing you to step forward to your cottage and he gives you space to unlock the door. once it’s open, yoongi stands there with both hands behind his back, his smile glowing as bright as the moon, his eyes collecting the stars from above to spark from within as he looks at you. he motions you to go in with light movements of his eyes and the tipping of his head, to which you bid him goodnight and turn around to head in.

there’s a hint of dejection, like an aching thorn piercing into your heart as you let this date end just like this. it had been a few dates too many since you started thinking of doing this and now, screw it, you’re just going to do it.

as yoongi waits for you to head in, you catch the small gasp he emits as you spin around, taking two long strides to eliminate the space between the both of you before you stand right in front of him. advancing fast and quick, your lips hover over his merely millimeters away before you stop, lips parted, ready to meet but the hesitance and regret gets the best of you when you can’t pull yourself through to just do it.

you’re mortified for his reaction because he still hasn’t done anything. he just stands there and tauntingly licks his lips, eyes trailing up to yours as he murmurs, “are you going to do it?”

your mouth opens to answer but you find that nothing comes out. the color pink starts to dust your cheeks and they start to redden when yoongi eases a hand on your waist, his other reaching up to cup your chin. he nudges it to a close before he leans in and the last thing you see before your eyes flutter shut is his smile, genuine and sincere, overflowing with passion and with a hint of endearment that it makes your toes curl. his lips are soft, softer than you had imagined and you gasp when he keeps a firm grip around you to keep you near. it feels like you’re drifting apart from the realm of reality that you anchor yourself down with hands on his shoulders, meekly holding on before it grows heated when yoongi groans against your lips, feeling you brush tongues and he pulls away before anything escalates too quickly.

he watches as relief yet worry fills your eyes, to how you ask with cracked words of, “w-was it bad?”

he shakes his head with a soft chuckle, promising you with a brief kiss to your lips before his murmur hits your lips, “you’re simply mesmerizing, love.”