i love chanyeol’s eyes, i love his smile, i love his dimples, i love his cheeks, i love his nose, i love his lips, i love his shocked expression, i love his hair no matter which color he dyes it, i love his hands, i love his bow legs, i love how tall he is, i love his obsession with rilakkuma plushies, i love how we wears the same hoodie everyday, i love his friendship with his members, i love his passion for music, i love his clumsiness, i love how he has an allergy to dogs/cats but still loves them with all of his heart, i love the way he dances, i love his voice, i love listening him rap, i love when he talks nonsense, i love it when he acts like a total sweetheart towards his fans, i love seeing him happy…. i just love park chanyeol so much
#i love every little detail in this scene!#when jughead voice cracks when he says also#looking back and forth between bettys lips and eyes#holding her face and just diving in#betty lightly touching his cheek with her fingertips#when they pull apart parting her lips and brushing his#her eyes fluttering#smiling with such affection#jughead not moving at all he doesn’t want this moment to ever end#i love when he opens his eyes just a bit to see bettys face#closing them again letting out a breath#he’s so relieved that she feels the same as he does#hands still on her cheek and neck#rubbing his thumb over her cheek#i literally love every second
I wonder if this was scripted–this little kiss Mon-el stretches up to give her to end the scene. Like, do they get directed to do things like this quick peck or the kiss on the check previously in the episode, or is it just Chris x Mel having great chemistry and working really well together? The karamel relationship feels so real because of the attention to detail we’ve seen in each of their interactions, and I’m sure that the credit goes to Chris x Mel for that. I often take for granted what it means to have this relationship ship seem so natural and real–that it means Chris x Mel have a strong, natural chemistry as people and as actors, and they really care about their characters’ relationship portrayal. All these small interactions they have really authenticate the relationship. I love these two, and I love them togther.
It’s not quiet. It doesn’t sound tentative. It’s not mumbled. It’s loud and clear and sure. Dex is sitting next to him on the couch, looking into his eyes, arms around him, and he loves him. Dex loves him.
It settles in his chest, warm and comfortable. He wants to ask Dex to say it again, but he doesn’t want to sound too needy.
Dex leans forward, pressing his lips to Nursey’s cheek and whispering, “I love you, Derek Nurse.”
This time it nearly takes the breath out of him. He wants to record Dex saying it, play it on a loop for hours and hours.
Dex presses their foreheads together, lips just barely brushing against Nursey’s when he repeats, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Nursey tilts his head just enough to catch Dex’s lips in a kiss, eyes fluttering closed. When they pull back, there’s a goofy grin on Dex’s face.
“Well aren’t you going to say it back?” Dex teases, pinching Nursey’s side.
“I’ve been saying it for a month, now, Poindexter. I wanna hear you say it some more,” Nursey grins.
Dex smiles back, looking a little devious. Nursey yelps when Dex upends him onto the couch, laying him out on his back and straddling him.
“I love you,” Dex says, lips against his collarbone this time. He presses a kiss there before moving up to his shoulder. “I love you,” he repeats, over and over and over again as he kisses across Nursey’s shoulder and up his neck. He peppers kisses and I love yous all over Nursey, smiling all the while.
He keeps going like that until he finds a ticklish spot, and then kissing turns into tickling, which inevitably turns into wrestling. Soon enough, they’re rolling around on the floor of the living room, laughing and cursing each other while they try to gain some kind of advantage.
Once Nursey finally manages to get Dex pinned, he leans down to press a light kiss to the tip of Dex’s nose.
“Lemme up, babe,” Dex groans.
“Hmm,” Nursey hums, “Say the magic words first.”
“I love you, Derek Malik Nurse,” Dex says.
“Aww, sorry, the magic words are actually ‘Derek Nurse is the best hockey player in the world and can beat my ass at Mario Kart,’” he coos, shit-eating grin plastered to his face. He leans down and kisses Dex’s cheek quick before adding, “I’ll let you go anyway, though, because I love you.”
A little Destiel drabble for the most wonderful @glowingdean
Thanks for always puting up with me Nat 💖
It started off as little things.
He remembers about the brushing of knees under the table, the fleeting of touches
on their hands as they walk past each other, shoulders pressed together on a
hunt. Small, insignificant things that shouldn’t have meant anything, but they
It led to something more after that.
Dean remembers clearly the first time Cas asked him about
How the Angel had cornered him in the kitchen, had begged
Dean to tell him why he felt like this when they touched.
Dean remembers kissing Cas, soft and tender and sweet.
Everything that Dean had ever wanted. Everything he thought he could never
He remembers waking up in the morning, Cas beside him.
Dean remembers smiling softly, placing a tender kiss on Cas’
He remembers Cas blinking, waking slowly and then smiling
Dean remembers Cas saying ‘I understand now.’
He remembers Cas pressing a kiss to his cheek and murmuring,
‘I love you too.’