warmth of the heart

Imagine Cas promising to keep you safe

Originally posted by princesscas

“Cas, look.”

You motioned for the angel to come to the bed and he gladly walked over from the window.

“Dean and Sam are coming, they just parked,” he informed you, settling next to you on the bed.

“Good, but look Castiel. Her eyes are finally opened.”

His eyes snapped down to your newborn daughter and Castiel’s entire face lit up, his heart filled with warmth and he never felt a greater love. Her little eyes peeked open up and you held back tears, because they matched your angel’s.

“She has your eyes, Cas.”

His lips pulled up at the corner and he softly spoke down to the little girl. 

“Hi, sweetheart. You’re just as beautiful as your mother.”

You grinned and leaned into Castiel. He grinned at you, slipping an arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. 

“I will keep the two of you safe, always and forever,” he promised placing a kiss onto your forehead. “My magnificent girls.”

In the Stacks

Nine x Rose | College AU | Rated Teen | AO3

In the stacks, secrets are revealed (and librarians are scandalized).

Written for @asthewheelwills. :*

The scent of the pages is intoxicating, but not nearly as much as her perfume. He brushes by her with a murmured apology, his fingers barely grazing the fabric of her red jacket. She smiles at him, full of warmth and shyness, for a moment, he wishes he had two hearts, for the one he has surely stopped working.

After a moment, he catches himself, trying to focus on the gold-embossed lettering on the spines of the books rather than her whiskey-colored eyes.

He fails miserably.

She’s off limits. He’s told himself a million times, told himself that she’s too good for him, that he didn’t deserve her light and her warmth and– oh, she’s staring at him. He smiles awkwardly at her, then shifts his attention determinedly to the book in his hand. He’s been holding on to it for ten minutes, it’s something he needs for a class. He wouldn’t be able to tell anyone what it was about, though; his attention has been focused on a far more interesting subject.

She senses his weakness, the way his gaze is drawn to her lips, to her fingers as they trail across the leather-bound tomes. Suddenly, her shy smile turns something decidedly more feral, and he gulps audibly as she sidles between him and the bookshelf, her arms winding around his neck.

“Rose, what are you do–” his question dies in his throat as her lips press against his, hungry and indelicate. For a moment, he loses himself in the plundering of her tongue, tasting her, desperately soaking up every ounce of sensation he can before backing away. “Why?” he manages to grind out, every muscle in his body screaming at him to wrap her in his embrace once more.

She stares at him for a moment, eyes wide and uncertain, cheeks flushed. “You don’t want…oh. I thought…” She stares at the ground, chewing on her bottom lip, and he huffs out a breath.

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to, Rose.” He reached forward after a moment of hesitation, and tilted her chin up so she could meet his gaze. “You just surprised me is all.” He braced his other hand against the bookshelf behind her and leaned forward, brushing their lips together. “I want to,” he murmured, peppering kisses along her jawline. “Very, very much.” His timbre is husky, and he can feel his body responding to her proximity.

Her eyelids had fallen closed at his gentle touch, but when she opened them, she looked at him with such delicious wanton that his knees went weak.

“John,” she whispers, pressing her hips forward and reaching to grip the lapels of his leather jacket. “Touch me. Please.”

Twenty minutes and two near-orgasms later, they’re discovered by an outraged librarian. He cries “Run!”, grabbing her hand and tugging her out of the stacks. He has to use his other hand to hold up his unfastened jeans, but he can’t keep the smug grin off his face.

You’re good at being cold in the same way
love is good at being distant

And you don’t know my freckles or the skin
on the back of my fingers you don’t even know about the scar on my ankle but

you are something i think my heart
has always wanted to handle

your love is cold in the way it is always distant
but when I love it always has to be
down to the core
I am whole-hearted in the way
that I am always yours

but you wouldn’t know love if it hit you
you can’t taste it in the space between us when we’re laying in the same fucking sheets so I don’t know why I thought this would be different

maybe I just wanted to be whole-hearted
wanted to be yours for a while
wanted to love the skin by your fingers
wanted the warmth of your smile

wanted you to squeeze my heart into your fist
just to see how well it fits

wanted to dig all the bad times
out from under this arrow
and ask you if your love is something
I could maybe borrow

—  Temporary
When sunshine found its way through the room, when the warmth danced on my skin, with shut eyes, I had wished that it was your warmth. With gritted teeth and a longing heart, I had wished it was you.
—  Lukas W. // I had wished
A love story

The sun bleeds out across the sky, its light diffusing across the sand and over the twisted bodies of the Joshua Trees. There’s a coolness in the air; the passive touch of a desert winter. A car pulls up at an almost empty hotel, dispensing 3 Australians before the expanse of the land. So this was Twenty-nine Palms. A road trip through the Mojave and the fleeting day-warmth leaves stomachs empty, but even more so, hearts. Hearts, longing to continue drinking in something beautiful, something comforting; to continue being lulled by sheer experience. And they were not disappointed, for down the bare road lay a true treasure, a bastion of culinary culture and the ultimate classy dining experience: Dennys. And that is the story of how an Australian girl met America. 

They do make a good burger though

Yoongi's birthday tweets in a nutshell
  • Namjoon: I googled predebut pictures of you because I have no actual photos of your face
  • Jin: Here's a pic of you and your boyfriend I couldn't find one of you alone -your roommate
  • Hoseok: I love you bby here's an entire scrapbook of our relationship starting with the moment you breathed the same air as me look how happy we are I love you with every fiber of my being you are the light of my life the small speck of warmth in my life my soul partner the one my heart lov
  • Jimin: Put on your wig and come open your gift aka my pants
  • Taehyung: happy birthday *looks at smudged writing on hand* Yogi
  • Jungkook: for Yoongi's birthday I'm thinking suspense, buildup, a church choir, an exotic dancer, 6 stunt doubles, a true cinematic experience..,,,...an oscar worthy short film that equally shows my undying love for my Hyung but also exposes him and his twiggy legs....,,..it must pose the Dramatique Effect™ that an artist such as myself strives for the entirety of his creative career. I'm on hold with Steven Spielberg now.
The signs hugging

Aries: Pounds your back to make sure you know how intense their love is

Taurus: Perfectly aligns hearts and holds you tight. A powerful warmth begins to spread through your body. Your eyes well up. A single tear threatens to fall. Then the hug breaks, and the moment is over.

Gemini: Asks first: “Do you need a hug?” Wraps arms around you, holds tight for a sec, then slaps your back in a brolike fashion and awkwardly breaks apart to avoid seeming too touchy-feely

Cancer: Gives and takes hugs in equal measure. Soft, gentle, and warm. Why hugs were invented

Leo: Casual hugs all the time, no biggie

Virgo: Getting a hug from them is like getting a hug from God; you can’t believe you made it to this moment, you must have done something right

Libra: hugs who they want to hug plus EVERYONE ELSE just to be fair so it doesn’t look like they’re showing favoritism or anything

Scorpio: *checks pockets*

Sagittarius: Short hugs, touch-and-go, like they’re about to catch a flight out of the country. Are they vacationing, or on the run? Will you ever see them again? No one knows

Capricorn: You have just sealed a pact of friendship forever, expect them a call from them at 8 pm on a Wednesday night 20 years from now to catch up like you just saw each other yesterday

Aquarius: “I’m not a hugger”

Pisces: Probably initiated the hug

It hurts that I still don’t have that person who loves me and all of me. I don’t entirely mean romantically, I mean platonically as well. No one is willing to wake up at midnight to answer my silly questions because they know how much of a smile it puts on my face and warmth it spreads throughout my heart. No one is willing to ask why I always fall asleep in class but yet they always gawk and stare. No one is willing to be there for me when I cry and cry yet they always cock their heads and whisper to their friends asking them what’s wrong with me. No one is there when I need them most. No one is willing to put up with the true me. The me that’s too curious and always worries and cries like a baby and that rambles about stupid stuff like how long on average does it take sunflowers to grow. I always have to change myself somehow to fit into their mold but not my own. No one ever wonders about me or asks how I’m doing. No one questions why I get nervous sometimes in the middle of class or why I walk funny. They never ask why I always cry during the beginning of April. It’s like they all assume. They make up their own story that makes sense to them but god forbid they listened to the truth. People constantly assume they know your body and your soul and your desires but the second you tell them that they’re wrong, they get defensive as if they know better. People always try to convince me I’m something I’m not like that I’m not sick or I’m not sad or I’m not imperfect. But I am sick, and I am allowed to be sad, and I am most definitely imperfect. But they don’t take the time to realize all of that. They don’t bother getting to know me or making sure I’m okay. Making sure I eat enough or making sure that I am not feeling sick. Making sure that I feel validated and worthful and loved. I do that to everyone but not a single person does that to me. I hate it.
—  maybe if you asked, i would tell you
Do you believe you’ll fall in love?” Was something that just echoed in the distance. She couldn’t help but think that a place that was once a site for running, screaming, and brused knees would turn into a home for thinking late at night. “No.” Wasn’t the final answer.
“But… I believe in feelings, and that it is too soon for me to speak for my own feelings when love was never my main function. Love is learned and grown not on the spot like in the movies. You need trust, warmth, understanding, and so many other factors for the heart to feel safe. Love isn’t a kiss in the rain, or a letter sent too late, nor is it the cute guy next to you in geometry; love is a whole nother meaning in its self, if it was so easy to be told then there would be no such thing as a kiss in the rain or that letter that was send too late. I dont believe I’ll ever fall in love, but I do believe I’ll grow in love someday.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write // 4

sister signs, some unifying/parallel traits

aries/libra: boundless energy. can’t sit still. bursting forth with creative energy, expressed through the body in aries and through the mind in libra. prone to infatuation. the beginnings are always the most exciting parts 

taurus/scorpio: communicates with the sense of touch. taurus attracts with tenderness and warmth, scorpio with mystique and coolness. guards the heart fiercely. puts up a façade of reclusion, but ultimately desires loyalty and commitment 

gemini/sagittarius: extremely mental. collecting knowledge is its own reward and these signs will never stop learning and growing. playful signs that crave constant stimulation to hold their attention 

cancer/capricorn: a natural maturity and inclination to care and provide. ambitious and internally motivated. their emotions can be hard to decipher or keep up with, because capricorn is unemotional and cancer is overemotional. 

leo/aquarius: freedom is a basic need. leo and aquarius can be very set in their ways and move through life according to their own personal ideals and desires. solitary signs, but both have an affinity for community and family. a craving for belonging 

virgo/pisces: incomplete identity, proclivity for selflessness and service. compassionate and willing to deny their own needs or desires to care for others. can be shapeless and lost, needing a sense of purpose to make them feel stable and whole. virgo craves a master, someone to serve. pisces craves someone to reflect 

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im desperate and tired so here’s pt. 1 of my indulgent ass yoonseok au where hoseok is a hemophobic uni student and is partnered to lab with the university’s Local Mystery Boy min yoongi who’s only ever seen during night classes wearing a hat and facemask. hoseok’s a lil intimidated by his aura but his warmth is able to melt the hearts of even the most cold-hearted of people…and cold-blooded of creatures  ( ͡o ͜ʖ ͡u)
(how a blood-anxious hoseok allowed blood-sucking yoongi into his life will be revealed…soon . or  fuc w/e)