just playful here

Walking around in a toy store with Jimin and once you get to the doll/plushies area he picks a cute one and makes it kiss your cheek

jm: *high pitched voice* “oh hello! you look beautiful today! here let me give you a kiss”
jm: “muah!!!”
you: *can’t hold back your smile* oh my god

anonymous asked:

in your opinion, what were the yoonmin moments that you think most obvious? (sorry my english isnt good)

endplate king: yoongi and jimin were ruthless to one another, but you could still see how soft yoongi is for little jiminnie

stop coming up to my bed: self explanatory

this whole interview: i feel like this was the first time we properly got to see some sort of change in ym’s relationship since they’re just so playful here, jimin’s so casual with yoongi and yoongi shows a lot more affection towards him than he usually does (and also yoongi comforting/praising/massaging jimin after he gets cut off at 06:38 is gold)

chicken dates: not just the fact that they go on chicken dates together, but jimin was so weird about it when he mentioned it

you know / i know: tae and hobi were teasing him as usual but then jimin was so shy and soft and ??? what does yoongi Know that jimin can’t say on camera

i spent all night talking with jiminnie: look at him smiling so fondly,,, and the dvd caption makes it even better: ‘they’re stuck together every day, why do they have so much to say (to each other)’

i once went to suga hyung’s house: we all joked that he would and then he really DID

mama 2016: they were so playful the whole night and the only time they separated was when they were on stage…

yoongi not being able to stop talking about how hot jimin is: also self-explanatory

the way jimin missed yoongi during his absence: nobody asked him to carry around the stand/fan in his place but he did anyway. and he was so happy to have him back too 

min yoonji: this whole episode was just wild and he was so flustered the whole time

anonymous asked:

okay so you don't bite but what if the princess bite the suitors playfully suddenly/out of nowhere! how would they react ? (hc request)

Teehee Anonnie, tryna decide whether this would be considered suggestive or not but it’s playfully so I’mma say no, but still this is a warning to everyone just in case. Had a bit of difficulty with this one ngl but anyways, I hope you like ^^ :

Giles:

  • So it’s another evening at the palace and Giles is grilling you, yet again, on how to properly eat your food
  • “It’s an art, princess, even the way you bite has to exude elegance”
  • Being in a relationship didn’t soften him up at all when it came to your lessons
  • Thoroughly fed up, you glare daggers at him
  • and as his hand reaches out for you again you decide to just bite ^^
  • With the tip of his gloved finger between your teeth he narrows his eyes at you
  • “This is not appropriate behaviour, princess” (¬_¬)
  • Boring man is a bore - you are refused your ‘fun’
  • Until later on that night, that it, when he gets back at you~

Leo:

  • Flirt lesson time with the flirty bureaucrat
  • He keeps asking you questions, knowing that you wouldn’t know the answers
  • And keeps stealing kisses from you, leaving you a blushing mess
  • Payback time!
  • “Hey, Leo, what’s this?” You ask him a question, knowing he would be stumped
  • But honestly you were actually curious of the answer
  • “You don’t know…?” Punishment time
  • So you lean in, as if you’re gonna give him a kiss he’s smirking like hell
  • But duck instead and give him a small nip on his collarbone instead
  • The smirk is gone, he’s so surprised he wasn’t expecting it
  • So now it’s a game of pecks vs bites

Alyn:

  • Baking cake in the kitchen!
  • You’re both bust putting the icing on the cake
  • You look up at your man, completely in awe men that can cook though 👌
  • and you see some of the frosting on his nose, cheeks, and even a bit on his neck
  • Not even thinking, you lean up to kiss it away, but decide to go in for a bite instead
  • Messes up his delicate icing work
  • Annoyed, “you made me mess up, take responsibility” not annoyed at all
  • Spends the rest of the evening using the icing for alternative purposes

Louis:

  • You were walking in the garden, just enjoying each others company
  • When suddenly he pulls you in for a kiss
  • He actually saw Sid through one of the windows and wanted to make a point
  • You notice he’s a little distracted
  • So you playfully bite his lip making him immediately pull away
  • Blushes profusely, eyes wide and blinking rapidly
  • But he smiles straight after cuz he likes it
  • Kisses you more because he wants you to do it more
  • Leads to a very interesting evening together…

Sid:

  • So you’re sitting in bed together, you head on his bare shoulder
  • You can’t help but stare at his ripped arms
  • He’s just so muscular you don’t know what comes over you
  • But randomly you just lean down for a bite
  • He’s not actually surprised cuz they’re really popular with the ladies but
  • “No one’s ever bitten them before yanno”
  • Proceeds to fLEX them biceps
  • Let’s just say you make the most of it lololol

Robert:

  • I don’t see him really doing anything
  • He’d probably let you carry on, if not enjoy it a little bit
  • If it’s when he’s busy he’d probably give you a wide-eyed look
  • Especially if you make him mess up a painting adjfkldsl
  • of course he’d never say anything though he loves you too much but he’ll cry in secret
  • But if it’s just the two of you somewhere then he’ll just smile at you and let you do your thing
  • He’s not really the type to bite back imo

Rayvis:

  • Probably wouldn’t really react at first
  • Has gotten used to your weird antics
  • If it’s just a playful bite here and there he’d just give you a look
  • Sort of irritated but still gentle expression
  • He might give your fingers little nip when he kisses your hand goodbye
  • But other than that, like Robert, I don’t see him biting back or letting that alone make him move onto ‘something else’

Byron:

  • Your soon to be husband had come to Wysteria for a visit
  • It was morning of the day that he was supposed to leave
  • And he has just left a wonderful hickey right where everyone can see it
  • So in retaliation you land a playful nip on the exposed part of chest because of the open collar of his shirt
  • He’s taken aback by it but smiles anyway
  • “That small bite won’t leave any lasting impressions, it’s already disappeared. Why don’t you try leaving a real mark?”
  • Enjoys your shocked expression a bit too much

Albert:

  • Flustered baby doesn’t really know how to react
  • He just leaned down to give you a sweet kiss on your cheek
  • And when he’s pulling away you give him a small tug on the lobe of his ear with your teeth
  • Now his ears are all red and he doesn’t know what to do
  • You just giggle a bit and tell him it was just for fun
  • But he doesn’t see it that way and as soon as he’s finished his duties
  • Not without some teasing from Nico because his blush just won’t go away
  • He gives you a visit in your chambers which lasts a very long time…

Nico:

  • Dead*ss will bite you back and you know he will
  • You’ve finished your tea and he’s giving you a hug goodnight
  • Face buried in his neck, you can’t help taking in his scent
  • I have this thing, I’m sure he smells great
  • And so you take a little nibble because you want more of a taste
  • Just a quick one though
  • When you pull away though he’s giving you such a sweet smile smile with a hint of mischief underneath
  • “Now that you’ve had a taste, can I eat you all up?”

I hope that was okay Anonnie, please let me know :D

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- Widzz

“You can’t just keep pretending everything’s fine!”

I found another short dialogue prompt post. I’ve decided that I’m going to choose one for every one of my ships: drarry, snowbaz, wolfstar, scorbus and deamus.

I present to you, the first installment: Drarry + “You can’t just keep pretending everything’s fine!”

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Harry’s whole body felt like it weighed thousands of pounds. He looked up at the ceiling of his bedroom, refusing to get out of bed. He hoped that the day would stay frozen in place, as if his life would transform itself into a watercolor painting.

He groaned. He was going to talk to Draco today. He hadn’t meant to say anything at all; the story was familiar: a night at the pub and a few blurred drinks. Well, he wasn’t that drunk. But he desperately needed some sort of excuse to avoid the obvious.

Trying not to think too much about it, Harry rose up from the creaky bed, his back cracking. Surely a shower would do him good. Draco couldn’t see how disheveled it all made him. How frustrated he made him. Malfoy would have a field day with that.

He threw on an outfit blindly, eager for his morning tea. He was going to do everything under the sun to distract him from what was to come. Though he’d have to make sure he’d have enough energy to argue. He wouldn’t make it through a single interaction with a Malfoy without it. He decided to clean his flat. He washed dishes and clothes, swept the floors, dusted the furniture. All without magic, which showed how desperate he was for work. He even mopped, which was something he hated. Amidst all this, he couldn’t deny that a part of him looked forward to this.

Because maybe, after all of this, it would be over. It would could be the end of things or the start.

Harry’s stomach filled with nerves at the thought. He spent the remainder of the time breathing. He focused on the pattern, he watched his lungs expand, he felt the air as it moved rhythmically in and out of his nose. His eyes were closed until the doorbell buzzed.He exhaled quickly and lifted himself from his dining room chair. He pressed the button.

“Potter, it’s me,” Draco spoke, using his usual bored drawl. Harry didn’t say a thing, just letting him in.

And then, Draco was in front of him. His grey eyes crackled with curiosity, making a judgmental sweep around the flat. Everything was impeccable.

“Well,” Draco cleared his throat. “I don’t know what the blazes I’m doing here, so you might as well tell me.”

Harry swallowed. He had thought this through so many times in his head, turned it over, flipped it around, turned it inside out. He’d never expected Draco to agree to anything he said; he never had.

“I want to talk.”

Draco laughed, a stray blond hair swooping over his forehead. “Talk? Now? I think it’s a bit late for that.”

Harry ignored Draco’s last statement. “Yes. Sit down. Would you like some tea?” he gestured to the kettle.

“Might as well,” Draco responded lazily, removing a green and silver scarf from his neck and setting it on a chair, along with his jacket. They said nothing as Harry prepared the tea, Malfoy rolling his eyes at the way Harry was making things “the long way.” He got up from his place, unable to stand the stifling energy in the kitchen. His eyes focused on some framed photographs.

Familiar Weasley ginger hair and uncontrollable Granger hair greeted him. All three figures laughed hysterically in the frame. In the next one, Harry was smiling, holding a small boy who was reaching towards Draco. His hair kept changing color. Above that one was a picture of Ginny, and- was that Luna Lovegood kissing her cheek? Ginny’s complexion blushed.

“Tea’s finished.” Harry said.

“Took so long I felt myself aging,” Draco replied almost automatically. Making jives at Harry Potter was second nature.

Harry’s green eyes brightened and he laughed. “Oh shut up, Malfoy.”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “Is that any way to treat a guest? I might just leave.”

Harry scoffed, but remained playful. “Just sit here and listen to me.”

Demanding, Draco thought. He wiped the small smile from his face and sat down, Harry following suit.

“I’m done,” Harry began.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, fingers wrapped around a warm mug. “Done with what?”

Harry gesticulated towards himself and Draco. “This-this, rivalry, or whatever this is.”

Draco noticed Harry’s emphasis of the word this. “You’re saying this as if we have something,” he sipped the tea, which was actually delicious. Not that he would admit that, of course.

“‘Because we do. I’m done pretending to be blind to it.” Harry wouldn’t take his eyes off Draco’s face. They burned him, causing him to blush.

Draco wanted to slam his fist against the wooden table and shout that he had no idea what he was on about. But he did. They had kissed. They slept together. Not fully conscious; they always found themselves inebriated when these things happened. Draco wished the alcohol would do its bloody job and make him forget. Even if the memories were fuzzy, his skin was alive with the sensation of Harry’s touch. This is what happened when Draco allowed himself to open up. When he opened up, it led him to Harry Potter’s flat, which spoke volumes, but Draco didn’t listen.

Despite this, Draco took his eyes away from Harry’s centerpiece and dragged his hand through his hair, meeting his eyes. “I have no idea what you’re on about,”

Harry sighed exasperatedly. “Do you like using all of your energy to hate me? Because I sure don’t. I’m taking a bloody break.”

I hate you because I’m afraid of what loving you could mean, Draco shouted internally. I hate you because hating you is all I’ve ever known, and I wouldn’t know what to do with myself otherwise.

That was a lie. He knew exactly what he would do with himself, starting with Harry’s unruly hair and ending at his lips.

He knew exactly what to do with himself, he just didn’t trust himself to stop there.

Harry decided to just keep going. Draco wasn’t responding, his eyes clouded with thought; Draco wasn’t leaving until he heard everything Harry had to say.

“You can’t just keep pretending things are fine!” Harry yelled, voice echoing. The glasses drying next to the sink tinkled. “That things are fine the way they are!”

“Harry,” Draco interrupted calmly, startling him. “I can’t. My father-”

Harry’s eyes were ablaze. “Who the fuck cares what your father thinks? We’re not at school anymore. You’re an adult. You do what you want,” He set his strong arms on the table, leaning over to Draco. His breathing was heavy. Everything in Draco’s body pounded. His heart was trying to catapult itself into Harry’s hands.  Here, have it if you want it so bad…God knows I don’t.

“So what do you want?”

The question weighed tons on Draco’s shoulders. Harry’s breath was warm and his skin smelled of his body soap.

Draco licked his lips nervously. “Look, I’m flattered, Potter-” his chair nearly tipped over and he nearly choked on his own saliva. Harry was done talking. They had talked and bickered all eight bloody years at school.

He kissed Draco. Softly, quietly, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. The mid afternoon sun peaked through the clouds, snaking through the blinds above the sink. Draco heard the birds twittering.

“I don’t want to be drunk every time I see you,” Harry whispered.

Draco gave up. He was exhausted of playing this act. He was tired of repressing this part of himself. He felt lighter, somehow. “I don’t want to regret you the next morning, because I don’t…” he replied against Harry’s lips, which twitched ever so slightly.

“I want to feel you,” Harry was smiling now, dimple and all. “Sober. Draco full force.”

“Mmm,” Draco couldn’t help but smile in return. “Are you sure you’ll survive that?”

“To be honest, I’m not so sure,” Harry chuckled, a light blush coming over his cheeks. Not so intimidating now, was he?

“So what do you say? You and me, completely sober, on a date.”

Draco sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. “Well, I suppose I could clear my calendar.”

Harry laughed, pecking Draco again. Suddenly, his face fell.

“My tea’s gone cold.”

I found another short dialogue prompt post. I’ve decided that I’m going to choose one for every one of my ships: drarry, snowbaz, wolfstar, ginny/luna, and deamus. 

I present to you, the first installment: Drarry + “You can’t just keep pretending everything’s fine!”

___

Harry’s whole body felt like it weighed thousands of pounds. He looked up at the ceiling of his bedroom, refusing to get out of bed. He hoped that the day would stay frozen in place, as if his life would transform itself into a watercolor painting. 

He groaned. He was going to talk to Draco today. He hadn’t meant to say anything at all; the story was familiar: a night at the pub and a few blurred drinks. Well, he wasn’t that drunk. But he desperately needed some sort of excuse to avoid the obvious. 

Trying not to think too much about it, Harry rose up from the creaky bed, his back cracking. Surely a shower would do him good. Draco couldn’t see how disheveled it all made him. How frustrated he made him. Malfoy would have a field day with that. 

He threw on an outfit blindly, eager for his morning tea. He was going to do everything under the sun to distract him from what was to come. Though he’d have to make sure he’d have enough energy to argue. He wouldn’t make it through a single interaction with a Malfoy without it. He decided to clean his flat. He washed dishes and clothes, swept the floors, dusted the furniture. All without magic, which showed how desperate he was for work. He even mopped, which was something he hated. Amidst all this, he couldn’t deny that a part of him looked forward to this.

 Because maybe, after all of this, it would be over. It would could be the end of things or the start.

 Harry’s stomach filled with nerves at the thought. He spent the remainder of the time breathing. He focused on the pattern, he watched his lungs expand, he felt the air as it moved rhythmically in and out of his nose. His eyes were closed until the doorbell buzzed.He exhaled quickly and lifted himself from his dining room chair. He pressed the button.

“Potter, it’s me,” Draco spoke, using his usual bored drawl. Harry didn’t say a thing, just letting him in. 

And then, Draco was in front of him. His grey eyes crackled with curiosity, making a judgmental sweep around the flat. Everything was impeccable. 

“Well,” Draco cleared his throat. “I don’t know what the blazes I’m doing here, so you might as well tell me.”

Harry swallowed. He had thought this through so many times in his head, turned it over, flipped it around, turned it inside out. He’d never expected Draco to agree to anything he said; he never had. 

“I want to talk.”

Draco laughed, a stray blond hair swooping over his forehead. “Talk? Now? I think it’s a bit late for that.”

Harry ignored Draco’s last statement. “Yes. Sit down. Would you like some tea?” he gestured to the kettle. 

“Might as well,” Draco responded lazily, removing a green and silver scarf from his neck and setting it on a chair, along with his jacket. They said nothing as Harry prepared the tea, Malfoy rolling his eyes at the way Harry was making things “the long way.” He got up from his place, unable to stand the stifling energy in the kitchen. His eyes focused on some framed photographs. 

Familiar Weasley ginger hair and uncontrollable Granger hair greeted him. All three figures laughed hysterically in the frame. In the next one, Harry was smiling, holding a small boy who was reaching towards Draco. His hair kept changing color. Above that one was a picture of Ginny, and- was that Luna Lovegood kissing her cheek? Ginny’s complexion blushed. 

“Tea’s finished.” Harry said.

 “Took so long I felt myself aging,” Draco replied almost automatically. Making jives at Harry Potter was second nature.

 Harry’s green eyes brightened and he laughed. “Oh shut up, Malfoy.”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “Is that any way to treat a guest? I might just leave.”

Harry scoffed, but remained playful. “Just sit here and listen to me.”

Demanding, Draco thought. He wiped the small smile from his face and sat down, Harry following suit. 

“I’m done,” Harry began.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, fingers wrapped around a warm mug. “Done with what?”

Harry gesticulated towards himself and Draco. “This-this, rivalry, or whatever this is.”

Draco noticed Harry’s emphasis of the word this. “You’re saying this as if we have something,” he sipped the tea, which was actually delicious. Not that he would admit that, of course. 

“‘Because we do. I’m done pretending to be blind to it.” Harry wouldn’t take his eyes off Draco’s face. They burned him, causing him to blush. 

Draco wanted to slam his fist against the wooden table and shout that he had no idea what he was on about. But he did. They had kissed. They slept together. Not fully conscious; they always found themselves inebriated when these things happened. Draco wished the alcohol would do its bloody job and make him forget. Even if the memories were fuzzy, his skin was alive with the sensation of Harry’s touch. This is what happened when Draco allowed himself to open up. When he opened up, it led him to Harry Potter’s flat, which spoke volumes, but Draco didn’t listen. 

Despite this, Draco took his eyes away from Harry’s centerpiece and dragged his hand through his hair, meeting his eyes. “I have no idea what you’re on about,”

Harry sighed exasperatedly. “Do you like using all of your energy to hate me? Because I sure don’t. I’m taking a bloody break.” 

I hate you because I’m afraid of what loving you could mean,  Draco shouted internally.  I hate you because hating you is all I’ve ever known, and I wouldn’t know what to do with myself otherwise. 

That was a lie. He knew exactly what he would do with himself, starting with Harry’s unruly hair and ending at his lips.

He knew exactly what to do with himself, he just didn’t trust himself to stop there. 

Harry decided to just keep going. Draco wasn’t responding, his eyes clouded with thought; Draco wasn’t leaving until he heard everything Harry had to say. 

“You can’t just keep pretending things are fine!” Harry yelled, voice echoing. The glasses drying next to the sink tinkled. “That things are fine the way they are!” 

“Harry,” Draco interrupted calmly, startling him. “I can’t. My father-”

Harry’s eyes were ablaze. “Who the fuck cares what your father thinks? We’re not at school anymore. You’re an adult. You do what you want,” He set his strong arms on the table, leaning over to Draco. His breathing was heavy. Everything in Draco’s body pounded. His heart was trying to catapult itself into Harry’s hands.  Here, have it if you want it so bad…God knows I don’t. 

“So what do you want?” 

The question weighed tons on Draco’s shoulders. Harry’s breath was warm and his skin smelled of his body soap. 

Draco licked his lips nervously. “Look, I’m flattered, Potter-” his chair nearly tipped over and he nearly choked on his own saliva. Harry was done talking. They had talked and bickered all eight bloody years at school. 

He kissed Draco. Softly, quietly, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. The mid afternoon sun peaked through the clouds, snaking through the blinds above the sink. Draco heard the birds twittering. 

“I don’t want to be drunk every time I see you,” Harry whispered. 

Draco gave up. He was exhausted of playing this act. He was tired of repressing this part of himself. He felt lighter, somehow. “I don’t want to regret you the next morning, because I don’t…” he replied against Harry’s lips, which twitched ever so slightly. 

“I want to feel you,” Harry was smiling now, dimple and all. “Sober. Draco full force.”

“Mmm,” Draco couldn’t help but smile in return. “Are you sure you’ll survive that?”

“To be honest, I’m not so sure,” Harry chuckled, a light blush coming over his cheeks. Not so intimidating now, was he?

“So what do you say? You and me, completely sober, on a date.”

Draco sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. “Well, I suppose I could clear my calendar.”

Harry laughed, pecking Draco again. Suddenly, his face fell. 

“My tea’s gone cold.”

Day Three - Memories

“You feel your heart taking root in your body, like you discovered something you didn’t even have a name for” Richard Siken

  Dean is drunk. Oh God, he’s so drunk and he can only think about one thing and that’s his baby brother sprawled next to him on his bed, pink sweater ridden up above his belly, all relaxed and giggly, giving him all sorts of naughty thoughts. Sam is quite stoned too, as much, if not more, as Dean. 

  “Okay, okay, my turn.” Before adding anything else, Sam snickers. Why, Dean doesn’t know, doesn’t care. He doesn’t even care that it’s actually not Sam’s turn. He has rarely seen his brother so cheerful so he’s enjoying this moment and drinks in the sight of his beautifully happy baby brother. It was supposed to be a celebratory drink after a particularly tough hunt, but without Dean knowing it, it has turned into one of these good old benders they used to go on when they were eight years younger and their livers seemed invincible.

  Sam’s hysterical laughter finally stops. “Uh…alright, truth or dare?”

  “Truth,” Dean answers distractedly, like the four or five times before, because they’re both too wasted to get any dare done. All his focus is on the happy tears still slowly rolling down his brother’s cheeks. He wouldn’t do that normally – he hasn’t done it in a long time – but he’s drunk so what the hell, he thinks before reaching out and wiping them away.

  If Sam registers what is happening, he doesn’t let it show. Dean would like to say he seems lost in his thoughts but he rather seems to be struggling to try to think straight.  

  Finally, Sam takes a deep inhalation. “What….is….” He interrupts himself and frowns.

  “Are you having a stroke?”

  “Sssshhhhh. I’m thinkin’.”

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