running his hand through his hair too

Treat You Better // Werewolf!Shawn Part 2?

Part One

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A/N: So I may have accidentally fallen in love with this werewolf!shawn. I just couldn’t leave it alone and so I’ve decided to do a part 2. If i do more parts they will be short, like this one. 

Your phone had been buzzing non stop since you left the house. Hell, it had been going off non stop while you were at home too. After the third call, you turned on vibrate and went about your day. You know it’s Troy and you know he’s out of the hospital but you don’t want to talk to or see him. In fact if you never saw him again, you would be just fine with that.

You turn down the street to Shawn’s house and hurry across the yard to the stairs of the porch. They are broken in a few places and you have to step carefully as to not fall through. The whole damn porch was pretty torn up actually. Much of the wood had scratch marks and broken boards here and there. You shake your head and knock on the door. What did these guys get up to around there?

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The Argument | BTS Reaction


Summary
: You and your boyfriend had a huge argument, it ended up with him yelling at you in a way you’d never seen him do before and he ended up scaring you. You ran off and began to cry. But he finds you, trying to calm you down and apologize, regretting his actions straight away.


Jin: You and Jin had an argument over him overworking too much at the restaurant he owned. He was purposely working late and going in early - hardly having even an hours sleep. You can’t remember the last time you spent a full night in bed with him, or woke up with him beside you or even gone to bed with him the same time. 

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It Ain’t Me: Part 6

Jungkook x reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

*This series did not have a name until this part so don’t get confused!*

Genre: Angst 

Words: 1.4K 

Part 5 | Part 7


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Skyline {VI}

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

Warnings: Language, blood mention, panic attack

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: Oh my god you guys!!  I have so much to discuss but first and foremost I want to thank all of you for making this story into what it is.  I started this story two weeks ago and in those two weeks I’ve gained almost 2000 followers and have had success that I never even dreamed of.  Thank you so much for all that you’ve done for me, for this story, and hopefully for stories I write in the future!!! Skyline wouldn’t be what it is today without you guys.  Secondly, there will be a pt. 7!!!  I know I keep saying this, but I really did mean for this to be the last part.  It’s just that there are so many things I want to include and plot points I want to flesh out, and although I feel bad for writing angst chapter after angst chapter, I want to give you guys my all and I don’t want to short change you.  Finally, I would like to thank my friends Zoe and Jen for helping me brainstorm ideas and helping finalize details and plot points.  I love you guys so so much!!  Also, everyone, again, I DO NOT HAVE A TAGS LIST!!! I put this at the beginning of every chapter, it’s in my bio, and I’ve made multiple posts but people keep spamming me about it.  I am truly not trying to be mean, but I do my best to respond to every ask and message I get, and having to sort through a million people asking the same question is hard guys!!!.  Before, I go, one last thing: because everyone has sent me in songs that they listen to that remind them of Skyline, I compiled them into a playlist along with ones I listen to!!  Please give it a listen and try to listen in order, as the songs follow the storyline.  Link is below.  Enjoy everyone!!

skyline: a mixtape

{part i} {part ii} {part iii} {part iv} {part v} 

Waking up the next morning was hard.  Sleep was like temporary amnesia, and when you awoke alone in bed, your hand automatically reached out for the note that Spider-Man always left before he disappeared every night.  Instead of feeling the usual smooth sheet of paper, however, you felt empty sheets that seemed colder than ever before.  It was then that the events of the previous night tumbled into your head, from your request to know Spider-Man’s identity, to him saying I love you for the first time, to you giving him up.

You groaned and rubbed your hand across your face, fatigue taking over.  More than anything, you wanted to fake an illness, stay in bed all day, and wallow in your thoughts, but you knew you had to get up. Although the breakup hurt you (did it count as a breakup if you were never really together in the first place?), you knew you made the right choice.  There was no way a relationship with a superhero would work out if the significant other didn’t know who they were; if you were to fall in love, you would need to be able to fall completely.

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Scent Me || jjk

 one | two |

Pairing: JUNGKOOK X READER

Excerpt: ‘ “You’re mine,” he slapped your ass with such force that you couldn’t stop yourself from grunting, your hips trying to escape the pain just meant you pressed your body more against the freezing metal of the car. ’

Genre: smut, wolf au

Length: 3k

A/N: a jealous wolfkook was something we all wanted 

im taking a break from these wolf aus this took 3 days to write and i need some softness

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

“You didn’t have to scent her so much Kookie, we know she’s your mate,” Jimin laughed, leaning towards you as he sniffed your hair for comedic effect. Everyone around the table laughed, including you and Jeongguk, but your mate’s hand on your thigh squeezed and you knew he was feeling possessive from his friend simply leaning into you.

You placed your hand on top of his, squeezing it to get his attention before looking up and meeting his heated stare, trying to convey that his hand climbing underneath your skirt was not acceptable in front of his pack. But it was hard to say no when he was pressing down in a way that had you rubbing your legs together, trying to create friction as you forced your mind to focus on anything that wasn’t Jeongguk.

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bts | firsts

author’s note: okay so i got a couple of requests for bts reacting to you having a thigh riding kink and i was down, but no matter how hard i tried, i couldn’t come up with seven distinct scenarios for that, so i’m combining that with another request i had for either you or bts teaching the boys how to give head and ofc i had to expand on that too, so enjoy disssss haha i’m really gonna need some feedback on this it’s my first time publishing something like this in a whileee
warnings: nsfw; smut
disclaimer: gif is credited below as cr.; none of the gifs used here are my own, they are cropped for uniformity and easy reading


KIM SEOKJIN
cr.

“Fuck, why is this so hot?” Jin mumbles out loud as you continue to rock back and forth on him.

When you’d first proposed the idea, Jin was admittedly very confused. Although seemingly self-explanatory, he wasn’t quite too sure what thigh riding entailed. More specifically, why you’d want to get off on his lap and how, exactly.

But now that Jin can feel the wet heat of your core rubbing against his jeans, he swears its one of the most erotic things he’s ever witnessed. The thought of you getting off on him, but without his doing anything, arouses him.

“Ah, fuck, it feels good, Jin,” you moan, gripping his shoulders for support.

“Yeah? I want you to get yourself off, baby, nice and good for me, okay?” he encourages, resting his left hand on the small of your back.

You let him kiss you sloppily, not bothering to slow your movements as he lets his tongue slip into your mouth and explore as he pleases. He squeezes your waist when you moan into him, pressing you down further, increasing the friction between your heat and the denim of his jeans.

“Such, a good girl,” Jin whispers, words dance over your kiss-swollen lips. “You gonna come soon, baby? All over my lap?”

He continues the kissing, this time at your ear, your jaw, down your neck. He adores the way you rock into his kisses, like your body’s coming back for more. And he knows he’ll love the aftermath of it all; know he’ll love the way his mouth stains your skin in the morning.

“Fuck—yes, yes.”

Jin presses a single kiss to your collar and mumbles into you, “Good girl.”

He can tell you’re on the verge of an orgasm by the way your body quivers, and your hands claw at his shoulders. He hears you moan, sees you screw your eyes shut, but he won’t have any of that—his hand quickly grabs at your jaw, forcing you to face him. And with a single phrase he gives you both permission and the command that pushes you over the edge.

“Look at me when you come.”

MIN YOONGI
cr.

“Nuh uh,” Yoongi shakes his head through shallow breaths, his words prompting you to stop your movements.

The way you look at him is sinful—neck craned obediently, eyes twinkling through your lashes. It makes him want to kiss you or choke you or something in between. He has to take a couple of breaths before speaking, afraid he could come right there.

“Did I do something wrong?” your breath ghosts over the tip of his cock as you speak, and the genuine innocence behind your words only serves as a reminder to Yoongi about the extremely compromising situation he’s in at the moment.

Because really, who agrees to teach their best friend how to suck dick? A really fucking good friend, was your argument. And Min Yoongi was nothing, if not a good friend.

“Not at all,” he reassures you, hand reaching to you head to slowly tangle itself in your hair, gently guiding your face closer to his dick.

But the more comfortable you got with your hands, the more restless Yoongi became; until a fiery possessiveness bubbled in the pit of his stomach. So, no, Yoongi wasn’t here to teach you how to give head. He was here to teach you how he liked getting head; he was going to fine tune you just enough to wreck you properly when this was all over.

“But you’re being a little too neat for me,” he grins when he sees the shy smile, possibly even a light blush paint over your features. It lights that same fire in his stomach, and Yoongi doesn’t think twice before tugging on your hair, making you look at him directly.

“Be a good girl for me, yeah?” he bites his lip when you nod your head, “Open your mouth. I wanna see how much you can take.”

JUNG HOSEOK
cr.

Having you suddenly straddle his lap and kiss up and down his neck was not something Hoseok envisioned in his Friday afternoon movie-watching plans, but he wasn’t necessarily complaining.

“Hobiiiii,” you whine against his neck, continuing to pepper kisses as he leans to the side to give you more access, “I missed you.”

Hobi chuckles and snakes an arm around your waist, “I can tell, sweetheart.” He finds your pouting cute and goes in to give you a quick peck.

But you’ve barely seen your boyfriend all week; a peck will not suffice. Instead, you use your hands to cup his face, and deepen your kiss, letting your lips mold together. Hobi loves the sounds you make, the little moans that slip between your lips, and he tightens his grip on your waist. He savors the meshed closed-mouth kisses you share, because the moment you let your tongue snake past your lips, he pulls away with a cutest blush on his face.

“I, uh, I’ve never done that,” he admits shyly, scratching the back of his head.

“Never done what?” you question, genuinely perplexed, because the two of you have kissed plenty of times before—and he’s pretty damn good at it, if you do say so yourself.

“Just, made out with someone before, you know?” he shrugs, “Like with tongues and all that.”

“Oh,” you let out, taking note of the tone of his voice, “That’s a shame. Making out on a couch in-front of a movie is, like, the best part of dating someone.”

“Is it now?” Hobi raises an eyebrow, closing the gap between your faces. He loves the way you bite you lip and nod your head in reply and he can’t remember a time in his life when he’s ever wanted to kiss anybody this badly, “Looks like I’m in the right place at the right time, then. I guess you’re gonna have to teach me.”

KIM NAMJOON
cr.

“Baby, are you sure?”

You roll your eyes, because this is about the twentieth time he’s asked this tonight, “Namjoon, of course I’m sure.”

He looks into your eyes deeply, searching for even the slightest twinge of doubt. It’s not that Namjoon hasn’t been thinking about this, dreaming of this—because he one hundred percent has, several times actually, even while you’ve been doing it—but he wants to make you sure that you’re sure about this. About the potential consequences of this.

“Namjoon, for the fucking love of god, if you don’t do this right now I’m going to strangle you.”

A smile washes over his features and he kisses you, deeply, slowly as he enters you the same way, taking time to feel you around him everywhere. “Fuck,” he pulls away, forehead resting on yours as he tries to gain control of his feelings.

It’s better than any fantasy he’s ever cooked up. The feeling of you around him, raw, no rubber condom barrier, is heavenly. You’re so warm and wet and Namjoon swears you fit like a glove around him, like you’re made for him.

“You okay, Joon?” you asked, gently wiping his sweat-stuck hair from his forehead.

He chuckles through half-lidded eyes and kisses you softly, “Yeah. You just feel so fucking good, baby. I could have blown my load right there.”

You laugh and kiss him back, “Well don’t okay, you feel so good too, I want this to last.”

Namjoon smiles lazily, begins to thrust shallowly, slowly, sure to take in every moment of this. And fuck, he doesn’t think he can ever go back from this. You’ve ruined him for you and only you.

“Fuck, I love you so much.”

PARK JIMIN
cr.

“Chim?” you question as your blonde boyfriend pulls away from your lips, and tightly wraps his hand around your wrist, preventing you from further unbuckling his belt. “I, um, sorry, am I going too quickly—”

“No, no, baby, you’re fine, it’s just, I’ve never—nobody’s ever,” he sighs in frustration, using his free hand to push his hair back, “I’ve never gotten head from anyone before.”

A big, red, question mark pops up in your brain and you look at Jimin’s face for a couple of seconds to properly process the information. Of course, it’s completely okay if he’s been waiting or hasn’t want to do this in the past. It’s just not exactly what you expecting from someone who… well, someone who looks like him.

“Do you want me to?” you ask lowly, looking up for an answer.

Jimin blushes, and runs his hand through his hair again, partially out of habit, partially out of nervousness, “I mean, yeah. Only if you want to, though, you totally don’t have—”

You shut him up with a kiss and pull away with a giggle, “You’re too cute, Jiminie. Of course I want to,” you gently shake off his hand and continue to unbuckle his belt.

“Tell me what feels good, okay?” You say, taking his cock out of his underwear and stroking it slowly. Jimin’s breathing immediately slows down and his eyes are trained on you as you lick a stripe from the base to the top.

“That, that—ah, fuck,” he nearly yells when he feels the tip of his dick enter your mouth, “Fuck, that feels good already.”

With no instructions, one of his hands is already threading through your hair. Jimin’s eyes dare not look away as you continue to tease him. When you look up at him while stroking his cock, Jimin doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on before. That is, until you speak again.

“Then you’re gonna, love this, Jiminie.”

KIM TAEHYUNG
cr.

“You’re joking, right?” you ask, arms crossed, hoping (praying) that Taehyung would burst out laughing and tell you his scheme was just that—a joke, and that he was not at all, in the slightest, serious about this.

“I should be asking you that,” he counters, “It’s fucking ridiculous.”

“It’s ridiculous that I’m a little hesitant on whether or not my best friend was serious about asking me to sit on his face?”

“No, it’s ridiculous that no one’s ever gone down on you before.”

“I’m flattered, Tae, really, but you don’t have to do this. In fact, I won’t let you do this, so why don’t we—”

Tae reaches an arm out to pull you in by the waist, leaving virtually no space between his chest and yours. You roll your eyes at Taehyung’s overdramatic, overplayed gestures and attempt to push him away (keyword: attempt). “Tae, really, can we just—”

“Look,” he cuts you off. When he’s certain he has your undivided attention, he lets the other hand rest on your waist, tilts his head down a bit to look you square in the eye. “I’ll drop it if it makes you uncomfortable. But if you really wanna know what it feels like, I’ll do it to you—for you. Besides, it’s a win-win for the both of us.”

“How so?”

Taehyung licks his lips and lets a hand venture up your spine to cup the back of your head gently. “We both get our fantasies fulfilled,” his grins. “So, you in?”

The image of Taehyung, your Taehyung, fantasizing about you is one too tempting not to explore and entrances you into nodding your head.

“Good,” Tae hums, a gleam in his eyes, “Now, like I said before: get your ass on my face.”

JEON JUNGKOOK
cr.

“Please, noona,” Jungkook begs, doe-eyed and far too innocent for the favor he’s begging of you.

“Jungkook, I don’t think you understand what you’re asking me to—”

“Yes I do!” he interjects, but shies away immediately afterwards. The faint blush on his cheeks paints the apology he dares not say aloud. “I trust you.”

You look at him and sigh, mulling over the pros and cons of his proposal. God, he’s cute, you think, taking a good look at him. You watch his eyes dart back and forth between you and floor and smile softly. Yeah, he’s really fucking cute.

“Okay—”

Jungkook doesn’t give you time to say anything else before he’s hugging you tightly and chanting thank yous into your ear.

“You’re the best, noona,” Jungkook gleams, finally pulling away and looking down at you in close proximity.

“Alright, Jungkooke,” you say, lifting you right hand to reach the nape of his neck and raking your hands through his hair. His eyes twinkle slightly at your actions, and you smirk, “Rule number one of eating pussy is that you do everything I say, got it?”

Jungkook nods obediently and licks his lips in nervous anticipation. “Got it.”

“Yeah?” you smile, tugging on his hair harder, “You’re gonna be a good boy for me, right Kook?”

Just as you presumed, the praise goes straight to his head; his eyes are something darker and you’d be a damned liar to say the way Jungkook nods and quietly says “yes, noona,” doesn’t affect you.

Something about having this usually arrogant, out-spoken, nearly six-foot tall boy at your command is powerful, sensual. Jungkook is usually one to figure things out himself, master them quietly then show everyone what he’s made of. But he came to you, asking for your help. Tonight he’s under your control. 

“I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

Ambivalent [ I ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [ M ]

Length: 6.9k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: They say the gap between love and hate is thin, but it was a lie. In reality they were thousands of miles apart, you’d just never realized how fast you were at running.

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Originally posted by exo-stentialism

The heat blasting from the floor vents into the air made your skin feel too hot, sticky as his lips dragged against yours, bodies pressed together as his fingers raked through your hair, pushing it back from your face. His breathing was heavy, like a fan only circulating warmth into your lungs as you stumbled blindly with his guidance, the hand resting on your back slipping down to your ass as your shoulders smacked into the now closed door. Your hand reached around haphazardly to find the lock, eyes squeezed shut as your nostrils flared, trying to breathe with his lips suctioned to yours, attached like magnets while your other hand tugged down the zipper of the Adidas jacket he had on. His lips detached from yours, making a trail down your jaw as he panted into your melting skin, the grin on his lips growing when a breathy sigh slid past your lips, fingers skimming across his t-shirt covered stomach with the jacket pulled open.

“I always knew you wanted to fuck me.”

“Shut up Baekhyun.”

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Bluebells

Summary: Dan just really wants to put flowers in Phil’s hair.
Word Count: 2,498
Warnings: none
A/N: Hello! I’ve had this image in my head of Phil with flowers in his hair for like 2 months straight and obv i needed to write about it since I can’t do art. This whole fic is basically just me gushing about how beautiful Phil is and I’m not even ashamed. See art for this fic here, here, here, here, and here

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There is a boy that makes Dan yearn to weave flowers into his hair every time he sees him. There is a boy with pale skin as white as snow and pretty blue eyes the colour of Bluebells. He has hair like the night sky and it sometimes glimmered in the light to form little galaxies. He wanted to thread Baby’s Breath through those pretty raven locks until his hair matches the colour of his eyes.

It was an addiction, an anomaly, something that does not normally cross Dan’s mind. Usually, he doesn’t see someone and want to thread flowers through their hair. Usually, he doesn’t think about flowers at all.

But then he saw him and he couldn’t stop himself from going home and studying the names of flowers that reminded Dan of him. Hyacinths and Marigold and Sweet Peas and Lavender, all melding into one to make the most beautiful man Dan had ever laid eyes on.

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anonymous asked:

Can you make a post about jimins habits?

i’m too busy to make gifs and stuff anymore, sorry, but i can list some

pining shiro discovering that lance’s natural hair is curly and not being able to stop imagining what it’d be like to run his hands through it. he starts taking every chance he gets to pat lance on the head when he lets his hair be natural.

eventually he gives into temptation one night when lance is sleeping on the couch, and lets himself feel the soft waves of the curls and twisting the bigger ringlets around his fingers. he rushes away after ten minutes of playing with lance’s hair, embarrassed but glad lance was sleeping. 

only, lance wasn’t asleep, and he too is a blushing mess when shiro is gone, pulling his hoodie over his face and squealing.

some soft klance headcanons
  • before they start dating, and they’re both in that stage where they both realized their feelings, casual touching becomes more of their thing
    • keith isn’t a very Touchy person to begin with, so when lance first initiated he’d tense up a little only because he didn’t know how to do this with lance of all people
      • lance: (looking at keith nervously after casually wrapping an arm around his shoulders while they walk) are you okay? should i not do that?
        keith: no, you can. should i put my arm around you?
        lance: oh! well, y’know, only if you want to. 
        keith: okay. (wraps an arm around lance’s waist)
        lance: (dies)
  • when keith is cupping lances cheek with the palm of his hand, lance will turn his head a bit to either playfully nip at keith’s palm or kiss it. sometimes both. either one has keith smiling with the fondest expression on his face.
    • lance loves keith’s hands and will kiss along his knuckles when he’s holding his hands.
      • will especially do so if lance is patching him up after a mission where keith got a little too punchy.
  • lance also loves keith’s hair. when they’re kissing or cuddling, he’ll run his fingers through it softly. sometimes lance will occasionally brush strands of keith’s hair behind his ear when they’re talking and keith ends up losing his train of thought.
  • when lance sleeps in past a certain time, keith will press light kisses to his face to wake him up. it works 10/10 times. 
    • lance, who usually hates being woken up when it’s not by his own accord, will wake up with a sleepy smile on his face and in a good mood. the literal definitely of the soft sleepy boy aesthetic. 
  • keith is ticklish. lance uses this to his advantage. 
    • if lance ends up tickling him too much, keith will end up laughing so hard it hurts, occasionally snorting. it’s the most adorable sight lance has ever laid witness to. he always ends up peppering keith’s face with light kisses afterwards all quick which only makes an already giggly keith start to laugh again. it’s a win-win. 
  • when they’re on missions and nothing crazy is going on, they end up falling into place besides each other. they’ll play little games together, like 20 questions or i-spy, or lance will be a little touchy and play with keith’s hands or squish his cheeks.
    • nobody on the team minds their pda. they all think it’s cute and infinitely better than how it used to be before with their bickering.
  • they always end up nuzzling the other’s neck if they’re cuddling. 
    • lance’s soft breathing against keith’s will be sorta ticklish to him
    •  keith’s hair will occasionally go into lance’s mouth 
    • neither of them mind at all
  • keith is touch starved but has a hard time asking for it. so sometimes he’ll just open his arms for lance to go into, or pat the spot next to him for lance to sit, or even pat his chest for lance to lay on.
    • when lance is laying on him, keith will gently rub his back. lance instantly melts and ends up nuzzling closer to him. keith loves it.
  • when they’re kissing, lance will have a hand cupping his cheek, the back of his neck. he finds out squeezing the back of keith’s neck all soft will instantly have keith softening into the kiss. 
  • when lance smiles and keith sees his dimple, he’ll cup his jaw only to hold him in place just so he can press a kiss to it. lance immediately feels all gooey inside. 
  • during their more soft kisses, there’s lots of nose bumps right before. occasionally their lashes flutter against the other’s cheeks. most of the time, their legs always end up tangled together as they do.
    • they’ll mumble quietly into their kisses or during their brief little pauses when they pull apart.
      • lance: you’re so cute. 
        keith: lance…
        lance: what? it’s true. not to mention you’re funny, kind… protective and passionate.. i can go on and on…
        keith: (kisses him again because he can’t handle this)
First Time | BTS Reaction

Anonymous:  Can you do a bts reaction where they accidentally hurt their s/o during sex and then they feel guilty and scared to touch them again, then their s/o ask them if they’re at mad at them for something and then they explain why they were being distant? Sorry if it’s confusing 😭


Summary: You decided to allow your boyfriend to be your first, after months of waiting, you finally felt ready. However, you didn’t anticipate how much it would actually hurt. You don’t mean to show how much it hurts by your voice or expression, but your boyfriend catches on and feels extremely bad about hurting you. You try telling him it’s not his fault and try to make him realize you don’t love him any less.

A/N: Sorry! I changed it a little bit so it would fit. I don’t like my reactions being too long. Thank you for sending in a request! 

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Jin: He lay over the top of you, easing himself in, however he stopped dead in his tracks the moment he saw your face scrunch up in pain “Jagi?” he spoke the little pet name before you opened your eyes

“I-..It’s fine…Carry on.” You said, before chewing on your bottom lip, bracing for the pain once again, however it didn’t come because Jin stopped. He shook his head and basically threw himself off you

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Power Cut

Originally posted by yoongichii


Pairing :
Yoongi x Reader
Genre : Fluff, slight angst, Hybrid!au
Word count : 2462

Summary : Yoongi is the cat hybrid you once adopted at an adoption center. You took care of him as best as you could months following his adoption but he still has not erased the distance he voluntarily puts between you.

PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5


A dread feeling crawled down the pit of your stomach as your eyes stared blankly at your laptop screen gleaming in the pitch black room. That unexplained feeling coursed through your limbs for some seconds. Although the sole explanation of your reaction was simple and quite logical, you could not prevent your mind from tricking you. Good. Another power cut. Three in one month. These never failed to surprise you but it was also not the first time they got you thinking the worse scenarios. Like a stranger breaking into your flat or something like that. Yeah. Really tiring.

“Damn.”

Almost one minute passed as an annoyed sigh crossed your lips, your hand lazily searching for the phone somewhere on the mess that was your desk. You checked the home screen. 44% of battery. Not bad. It would still do. Power cuts never last really long but you had to busy yourself with something not to get bored when they happened. A part of you believed you were too old for that and another doomed the defective power system of the old building you lived. It happened. But the times they happened were not the best. Far from that.

You carefully made your way to the living room with the phone’s flashlight guiding your steps, the sound of the heavy rain pounding against the windows. Unconsciously holding your breath as you padded to the couch, your grip tightened around your phone as you discovered the skinny frame of the hybrid lying on the couch. The moon rays filtering through the windows were bathing the milky skin of his face in a radiant glow.

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andallwaswell-ish  asked:

Seamus and Harry are a couple. Draco really doesn't like that. (fanon) Pansy is just the person he needs

“Quick, Pansy, kiss me.”

Pansy stares at Draco, her face screwed up at the absurd suggestion. There are so many things wrong with that statement. First, ew, she is not nearly drunk enough. Second, she doesn’t like to be rushed. And third, most importantly, nobody tells Pansy what to do.

“I will do no such thing. Why would you – “ her eyes scan the Gryffindor common room, following Draco’s gaze, and fall on Harry Potter sitting on Seamus Finnigan’s lap – “Oh, I see now.” She sighs loudly, accepting her duty as best friend, but also making sure Draco knows just how unappealing she finds the idea. “Fine.”

The kiss is brief and methodical and, all in all, incredibly disagreeable. Pansy only hopes that Potter glances their way to see it so it isn’t all in vain. As soon as her mouth is her own again, Pansy downs the rest of her firewhiskey.  “Never, ever, make me do that to your chapped lips again.”

“Sorry,” Draco says, looking past Pansy – she’ll forgive his inattentiveness this once, “It’s just –

“You needed to make Potter jealous?”

“Yes and –“ Draco pauses, and his eyes finally land on Pansy. About time. “How did you know it was Potter?

Pansy snorts. Draco really is an idiot sometimes. “Well you hardly have a crush on Finnigan do you? And Blaise told me sometimes you say his name while – “

“I’ll have a word with Blaise later,” Draco says quickly, a small blush appearing on his face – that he would certainly deny if Pansy were to mention. “Now hold my hand, make it look like we’re an established couple. I don’t want Potter thinking I’m easy.  If you put your arm – “

Draco’s voice falters, his gaze back on Potter. Pansy turns to witness Potter and Finnigan locking lips in a rather exaggerated fashion. It’s not romantic or erotic. It’s just a kiss. The two must have zero chemistry, much like Pansy and Draco.

“Although, clearly, Potter is very easy.” Draco puts on his cold, taunting voice but his own jealously is obvious.

Pansy rolls her eyes. Sometimes dealing with Draco is like dealing with a small child. She moves beside him and wraps an arm around his waist so they can stare at Potter and his current boy toy together. The two have stopped kissing and are now drawing patterns on each other’s hands. Gryffindors, honestly. “Would you look at that, Draco dear? They’re holding hands. They must be an established couple as well.”

“Do you really think so? Finnigan doesn’t seem like Potter’s type at all. And I’ve never seen them alone together before. I would have noticed it if – “

“How about we go over and find out?” Pansy shoves Draco hard and is pleased when he stumbles forward. She enjoys catching him off guard.

“Wait – Pansy, no.” Draco tries to protest but it’s too late. Potter has spotted them. He extracts himself from Finnigan and stands up to greet them, a hand running through his hair. Pansy has to hold back a smirk – she knows Draco loves when Potter does that. Not that he’s ever said anything. He doesn’t have to.

“Malfoy. Parkinson,” Potter says without even glancing at Pansy. Typical. And predictable.

Finnigan stands up beside Potter. Draco – what a surprise! – ignores this. “Potter.”

“Finnigan,” Pansy adds, only to annoy Draco. He gives her a reproachful side eye before returning his gaze to Potter. She suspects it’s the last time he’ll glance her way tonight.

They all stand there in silence. Potter staring intently at Draco. Draco staring intently at Potter. And Finnigan sharing a knowing look with Pansy. At least he’s not as stupid as he looks then.

Finally, Potter speaks up. “I didn’t know if you’d come tonight.”

“I never miss a party…even if it is hosted by Gryffindors.”

It’s not true. Draco has missed several parties over the years. But at this stage, Pansy doesn’t think Potter or Draco would even notice if she spoke so she keeps her mouth shut.

“Might be time for a Slytherin party next,” Potter says.

Draco is clearly holding back a smile. Pansy bets he is creaming his bloody pants at getting to have an actual conversation with Potter. “We get a little wild in the dungeons.” They don’t. “Are you sure you could handle it, Potter?

“I think I could rise to the challenge.”

“Subtle,” Pansy whispers to Finnigan. Honestly, Potter’s clearly got it as bad as Draco. It’s embarrassing to watch this train wreck unfold.

“So, Finnigan, that’s new.” Draco doesn’t even acknowledge that the person in question is still by Potter’s side. Finnigan shoots Pansy an amused look at being blatantly ignored. Things are clearly not serious with Potter.

“Very. And Parkinson?”

“I’m right here you know?” Pansy interjects, unable to hold back. But it makes no difference anyway. Only Finnigan hears her.

“It’s been a while,” Draco lies. Pansy wants to smack him around the head. Sure, she is happy to help make Potter jealous but there’s no need to exaggerate.

“Really? I always thought you were just friends?”

“Yes, well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”’

“Like how he calls out your name every night in bed,” Pansy mutters underneath her breath. Finnigan, at least, catches and appreciates the jab if no one else does.

“Of course. Sorry Malfoy, I didn’t mean to question you. I’m just having a hard time grasping you and Parkinson together. I thought you were…you know.” Potter trails off, a hand rubbing the back of his neck.

Pansy holds back a groan. It’s like listening to children with these two.

“Gay? Like you?”

“Actually, I’m bisexual,” Potter corrects. “But yeah.”

“Finnigan doesn’t seem like your type.”

Finnigan flips a half-hearted bird at Draco. Not that he notices.

“And Parkinson doesn’t seem like yours.”

“Because I’m out of his league,” Pansy points out, flipping her own violent bird at Potter. She doesn’t know why she’s even bothering standing here anymore.

Draco takes a step forward. “So, what’s my type then, Potter?”

Potter mimics Draco’s action so that they’re almost chest to chest – Really? “What’s mine?”

“You need someone who doesn’t hero worship you, someone who will hold you accountable for all your actions, someone who isn’t afraid of your temper. You need someone who challenges you.”

Pansy shares a confused look with Finnigan – did they rehearse this or something? Draco’s not usually this smooth with his words, especially with Potter in such close proximity.

“And you need someone who understands your vulnerability but doesn’t use it against you, someone who treats you gently, someone whose affection is unwavering. You need someone who forgives you.”

They must have rehearsed this. Pansy has never heard Potter say anything remotely intelligent before. And she hasn’t known him to be particularly observant either.

“And I suppose you could never forgive me after all that I’ve done?” Draco hits back, still just as smooth. This is getting ridiculous.

“I already have,” Potter responds immediately as if reading a line from a script. From a terrible cheesy muggle romance movie that Pansy would never be caught dead watching. Yet here she is witnessing this sappy display.

“What about Finnigan?”

“I was using him to make you jealous,” Potter admits. Pansy looks to Finnigan for confirmation – he winks. “Did it work?”

Despite using the exact same trick himself, Pansy can see Draco is outraged at being manipulated. “Fuck you, Potter.”

“You wish.”

And then they’re kissing. Enthusiastically. Way too close to Pansy’s face. She can see every stray strand of saliva, hear every lubricated slide of their mouths. It’s revolting. And worse still, they’ve become the centre of the attention at the party, eyes drawn to Draco and Potter’s embrace with Pansy and Finnigan standing by awkwardly, looking like dejected fools.

Pansy could spoil it by pinching the hairs on the back of Draco’s neck in vengeance for being ignored. Luckily, she’s feeling particularly generous tonight, and she’d never admit it, but seeing Draco with Potter is sweet. In a disgusting, horrible, sappy way of course. But still, sweet. Now she just has to focus on her own happy ending. She spies Hermione Granger’s amongst the watchful eyes around them and takes her moment:

“Quick, Finnigan, kiss me.”

Coda 13x06

(ao3)

“He’s an angry sleeper.”

Dean shoots him a look over the brim of his mug.

“Like a bear,” Cas concludes while Jack looks at them both, puzzled.

Dean doesn’t bother with a response, only motioning to his coffee to indicate he needs more time. Cas sits primly on a chair waiting until Jack and Sam clear out and then, once the door clicks shut, he moves to sit alongside Dean on the couch.

Dean plays it cool, hunched over his mug for at least ten seconds before he takes a drink and settles back, his arm pressed against Cas’s. Two sips of coffee later he’s cradling the cup between his hands and letting his head rest against Cas’s shoulder. Cas doesn’t say anything, but Dean’s sure he can feel the bastard smiling.

The first night Cas was back, Dean waved his laptop at him, beckoning him down the hall to his room. “Research,” he’d stated, purposefully neglecting to make eye contact with his brother.

Cas followed him, standing stiffly in the middle of the room until Dean patted the mattress, encouraging him to sit propped against the headboard next to him. Once he’d queued up Tombstone, Dean balanced the laptop so they could both see the screen. Dean’s enthusiastic commentary slowly trickled into comfortable silence and, before the movie was even halfway through, he found himself sliding the computer fully onto Cas’s lap. “Finish your homework,” he directed, as he scooted down to lie flat, crossing his arms over his chest and letting his eye drift shut.

When he woke, the room was dark and his brain alerted him that something was missing. When he heard a creak and a click, he had the gun in his hand before he even registered the light had snapped on.

Cas sat in a chair next to the bed, his hands up in a calming gesture. Dean kept the gun trained on him even as his own hands began to tremble. What a perfect chapter of his life it would be if, in his instinctive panic at losing him again, he managed to shoot his best friend the very night he returned.

“Jesus, Cas.”

“I didn’t wish to disturb your rest.”

Dean tucked the gun away again. “Well, guess fucking what.” He lowered himself back down onto the mattress while Cas continued to stare at him. Then he shifted over to make room. Cas shed his trench coat before stretching out beside him.

Dean kept his eyes on Cas’s shoulder, feeling the warmth radiate from him, soaking in his nearness. While his breathing had returned to normal, he still felt shaky. “We…uh…I thought I’d lost you for good this time. We burned your body–”

He stopped when Cas rolled onto his side, gathering Dean in his arms. Dean buried his face in Cas’s neck, and thought maybe he felt the brush of lips against his temple. In the quiet of his room, he let Cas hold him, feeling their hearts beat in tandem. When Dean felt brave enough to face him again, he kept one hand on Cas’s hip, a finger hooked through his belt loop.

Cas was smiling softly now, face gentle as his eyes shone with affection. “It would appear my desire to return to you knows no bounds.”

Dean felt something squirm in his chest, something quicksilver and warm. “What do you suppose that means?”

Cas paused, thoughtful. “I don’t know, other than that we’ve been given another chance.”

There was no time for fear. No time for second guessing or waiting for the right moment. The perfect time Dean had been waiting for was his to make, it always had been. Dean kissed him.

Cas’s mouth felt perfect against his and Dean tugged him closer, but a moment later they were both grinning too wide to keep kissing. Dean’s grin turned into a yawn.

“Go back to sleep,” Cas said, running a soothing hand through Dean’s hair. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 2 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: 4,342

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta!

Read Part 1 here!

“Well, talking about awkward huh?” Dean laughed nervously as Sam only looked at him with a hard look.

“Yeah, very.” he said through pursed lips and Dean cleared his throat, avoiding looking at him in the first place.

“Honey?” it was your voice that broke the silence that had set between the two Winchesters “Can you come help me?” you sounded a little too eager and at your question Dean’s body stiffened and he felt his heart beat harder inside his chest. Gosh, how every fiber in his body just screamed for him to find you.

But he knew he had to keep himself, much less something from showing. He cleared his throat and shook his head “Well, this is gonna be a whole lot of fun.” he huffed.

“Definitely.” Sam mumbled and Dean instantly looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

“You know I’m just joking, right?” he asked with a deep frown but Sam wouldn’t even look him in the eyes.

“Yeah, when are you not?” he stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets and prefered to look at the things that were in the house instead of pay attention to his insanely increasing jealousy.

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The Color Of My World // A Stiles Stilinski AU

Prompt: Soulmate AU where for your entire life you’ve only ever seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. But, what would you do if you found out your soulmate was the one person your current boyfriend hates the most in this world?

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Theo Raeken x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC/Theo Raeken x OFC

Warnings: Intimate Dancing, Kissing, Swearing, and Future Smut (I gotta build it up first y’all but smut is coming)

Song: Flaslight by Jessie J (Cover by Leroy Sánchez)

Word Count: 3,157

A/N: Y’all this was a long time coming. This series is so incredibly important to me, it took me months on end to write. This is without a doubt my favorite story I have written so far and has become my baby. Special thanks to @sarcasticallystilinski for reading it over and supporting me! I really hope you guys love this as much as I do.

P.s. All of the songs will be in Stiles’ POV and, Oh My God, I highly recommend you listen to them after every part to know what’s going on in his mind throughout the story. 

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Love, Soulmates and Colors are the three words I despise the most in this world. They ring in my ears like sharp nails scratching against a dry chalkboard and, yet, it seems to be all everyone ever talks about.

“When will I find my soulmate?”

“All I ever see is black and white, I hope one day I’ll meet her and see color.”

“Wait, what do you mean you’re only seeing blue?”

Everyone on this God forsaken planet can only see the dull shades of black and white. However, rumor has it, that that completely changes when you meet your soulmate - as if that bullshit actually exists. Apparently, the moment your skin touches theirs, your entire world becomes vibrant with color and life.

I don’t believe it for one second. Not because I’m bitter or anything, but because I’ve never actually met anyone who can see in color and, therefore, I don’t believe that possibility exists. What would a world full of color even look like? I’m so used to the reality of black and white that the idea of shades other than these two seem so foreign and impossible.

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Visit to the dentist

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Featuring: Sam Holland, Harry Holland and Harrison Osterfield.

Words: 1541

Warning: -

Tags: @imabloodynerd

Request: -

Notes: after Tom’s last update I came up with this and I had to share it with you since I think it was adorable! Hope you like it!

Originally posted by tbholland

MASTERLIST

It had been almost a year since you and Tom had started dating. Since the very beginning you tried to be together as much as possible but due to your classes at college at your work, it had been impossible for you to go with him while he was filming away. You had managed to fly over New York when he was working on Spiderman a couple of weekends but never more than that.

But everything changed when you finished your degree five months ago. You were officially free of studies and you weren’t ready to start working, so you decided to spend a few months just resting, doing nothing stressful. Your parents weren’t very fond of the idea. It actually took them months to agree and let you. Just in time for you to go with Tom, Harrison and his brothers to Montreal while he was filming Chaos Walking.

Both of you were over the moon. It was almost impossible to believe that you were going to join him for a month, or even more. He would get to see you every day, not through a screen but face to face, he would be able to kiss you every time he came home or every time he finished a scene. He was truly happy, nothing was missing, he had everything he needed with him.

“If I only could have Tessa here, everything would be perfect” he said one night, when he was laying on the couch, with his head on your lap after a long day of filming. You laughed and shook your head, running your hand through his short hair.

“I know it’s a gap almost impossible to fill but I will do my best” you replied sweetly. Tom laughed and took your hand to kiss it.

“You know I’m thrilled that you’re here” he told you, making you smile even more.

“Me too” you said before leaning down to kiss him softly.

He moved a hand to your hair, putting it out of the way and keeping you from moving away. You smiled into the kiss, allowing him to sneak his tongue into your mouth.

“Seriously? We all use that couch!” You pulled away when you heard Sam’s voice coming into the living room.

“Get a room” Tom whined looking at his brother.

You should get a room” the twin replied, making you laugh.

“What do you want?” Tom asked, smiling as he held your hand.

“What time is the dentist tomorrow?” He asked.

Tom whined even more and turned, wrapping his arm around your waist and hiding his face in your stomach. He did hate dentists but he had been having some toothache lately so it was time for him to go.

“11 a.m.” you replied for him, since he didn’t seem like he was going to move.

“I won’t go” Tom mumbled.

“Yes, you are” Sam laughed. Tom shook his head.

“Do you know what won’t happen if you don’t go?” You asked with an eyebrow raised. Tom immediately looked up at you and gasped.

“You wouldn’t…” he mumbled.

“You really want to find it out?” You smirked.

“Gross” Sam mumbled walking out of the living room, leaving you two alone.

“You’re mean” Tom whispered with a pout. You shrugged and leaned back down to kiss him slowly for a few moments before pulling away.

Next day all of you went to the dentist with Tom since he had said he was too scared to go alone. When the doctor saw all of you, he said someone would have to wait outside so you offered first but Tom held onto your tightly. Finally, it had to be Sam the one waiting outside.

“Are you sure you’re 21?” Harry asked as Tom sat on the dentist chair.

“Shut up” he snapped at his brother and looked at you seriously. You smiled warmly and kissed his forehead before walking to stand next to Harrison.

Soon the doctor came in and Tom’s face went pale. As usual, he told him not to worry which you knew wouldn’t work. Not with him at least, he was absolutely terrified. All the time, Tom was looking at you, begging you to come closer but you knew you couldn’t so you just mouthed him to stay calm. It didn’t really work but it was the best you could do.

“So?” Tom asked when the dentist pulled away.

“Is one of the wisdom tooth” he informed. “It’s coming out but not coming up, it will hurt your gum if we don’t remove it”

“Remove?” Tom asked frowning. You bite your lip and looked at Harrison who was trying not to laugh.

“Remove. Take it out” the doctor shrugged taking off his gloves. “It’s a simple process and painless, but it has to be done as soon as possible”

“When can you do it?” You asked.

“What!? I’m not doing it!” Tom exclaimed but no one listened to him.

“This afternoon can be done” the dentist said. You nodded with a smile. “Be here at 5 p.m.” he added walking over his desk.

“Is anyone listening to me?” Tom asked.

“Nope” Harry smirked.

The doctor wrote the appointment down for you and handed you to the paper, saying you could go. You took the paper and put it in your bag before walking over Tom. He looked at you death serious, like you had cheated on him or something worse.

“Don’t look at me like, babe” you smiled taking his hand. “It has to be done” you shrugged pulling him up.

“But…” he mumbled. You stood on your toes and pecked his lip.

“C’mon” you said.

You all said goodbye to the doctor and walked out where Sam was waiting. The moment you all told him what was going on, he looked at Tom and started laughing out loud. Tom looked at him like he wanted to smash his head against the wall so you just squeezed his hand and leaded him towards the exit.

Tom didn’t say much during the ride back home. It was obvious he didn’t like what was going to happen. You tried to cheer him up but he barely looked at you. All he did was wrapping an arm around you and hide his face in your neck, making you smile.

“It will be okay” you whispered in his ear.

“I like my mouth” he whispered back, making you laugh a little.

“I love you” you said after kissing his hair.



Indeed, hours later you all went back to the dentist clinic. He had everything ready for the intervention so all Tom had to do was laying on the chair. He looked at you the whole time, holding your hand, while the doctor put the anaesthesia on him until his eyes closed. Then, the doctor asked you to stay away with the others so you did.

“Poor thing” you told Sam.

“It’s fun” he shrugged wrapping an arm around you. You chuckled and looked at the twin.

“I guess it is” you nodded.



The intervention didn’t take long. When it was finished, the doctor said it would take him a while to wake up due to the shot of anaesthesia Tom had received. Some assistants moved him to a proper bed where he kept on ‘sleeping’. The doctor said he would feel dizzy and disorientated when he woke up and that he couldn’t leave until that feeling went away so you all were left there waiting.

After 30 minutes of boring waiting, Tom started moving so you all looked at him but you were the only one coming closer to hold his hand. He moved his head towards you and opened his eyes. The moment he saw you, he smiled a little and tried to move but immediately was drawn back down by the effect of the anaesthesia. You all chuckled.

Another 15 minutes passed until he woke up again and looked around. Immediately, you handed him the ice the doctor had left and he pressed it against his swollen cheek slowly. He put it away for a moment to sat up little by little, with a hand of yours pressed against his back. He took the ice pack and pressed it against his face again.

“Hello?” he mumbled with groggy voice, making you all laugh.

“You’re a dork” you said. He looked at you and half smiled.

Sam walked over the bed and helped him to put his feet down slowly, so he started getting up. It didn’t really look like a good idea, since he still looked way to dizzy and disorientated. Indeed, two seconds later he started falling to his side. Immediately, you and Sam caught him laughing. While you held him in place, Sam put his feet up on the bed and you helped him laying back down.

“Kiss?” he whispered to you.

You chuckled and leaned down to kiss him slowly. He barely kissed you back but it didn’t matter. The moment you pulled away he fell asleep again. It looked like you were going to be there for a while. With a sigh you looked at the others, just to see Harrison with his phone up, laughing.

“Were you filming?” You asked in shock.

anonymous asked:

Rfa & V's reaction to MC who likes to pet them? As in run her fingers through their hair and play with it. Like, as much as she can lol. I luff soff hair I can pet like kitties >w <

Oh my godddd I met this guy at work and I love doing this and he loves when I do this and it’s heaven
-Before after endings-
~Mod L

Yoosung
♡ The first time you did this was while he was playing LOLOL
♡ He basically melts into your arms
♡ It’s so relaxing to him
♡ He can’t even rage at the game when you do this
♡ He found a level of peace while playing he didn’t even know existed
♡ Even when he’s not playing he’ll curl up to you in hopes you play with his hair
♡ He’s just in love with you doing that
♡ Wants it 24/7

Jaehee
♡ Whenever she’s stressed she’ll run her hands through her hair
♡ It’s normally not very nice
♡ So when you start doing it she’s totally not used to it
♡ But it’s surprisingly relaxing?
♡ The first time you did it she fell asleep in your arms within a minute
♡ And every time after that
♡ You can’t do it while she’s trying to work because of that
♡ But whenever she has a second of downtime that’s all she wants

Zen
♡ He has so much hair to play with omg
♡ He’s used to kind of having to keep people off his hair
♡ Sometimes fans are weird yo
♡ So initially out of habit he kind of flinches away from it
♡ But one day when he was really sleepy he let you play with it
♡ And oh my god he loves it
♡ He can’t get enough of it
♡ Whenever you sat down he would lay down with his head in your lap so you could play with it as much as you’d like

Jumin
♡ Whenever he’s working, he’s incredibly focused
♡ So if you do it while he’s working he won’t complain, but is rather indifferent to it
♡ He knows you enjoy it so he’ll never stop you
♡ But once he’s done with work he’s all for it
♡ It’s so comforting, and takes his mind off of anything stressing him out
♡ Even when you’re out in public, even though he’s usually adverse to PDA, he feels calmer when he feels your hands run over his back
♡ He’s so found of you and your touch that he grows to love it, even when he’s working

Seven
♡  Oh
♡ He likes this
♡ He likes this a lot
♡ He basically stops functioning whenever you start playing with his hair
♡ It’s a button to shut him off
♡ You often absent-mindlessly play with his hair and don’t realize he stops all productivity
♡ Vanderwood has to yell at Seven to get him to start working again
♡ He still tries to sneak in as many pets as possible when Vanderwood isn’t around

V
♡ He’s such a sucker for physical affection
♡ He always has some kind of contact with you, weather it’s your hands linked together or his arm around you
♡ So when you started playing with his hair he absolutely adored it 
♡ He sometimes feels a bit too overbearing with the physical attention, but you doing this completely comforted him on that
♡ He loves giving you attention and loves it when you give it to him too 
♡ No matter what’s going on he feels so comforted when you runs your hand through his hair