so endeared by everything about you

honestly taehyung is so loving and protective of all his members like he’s always standing up for jin when the members pull his leg and he can’t stop praising jimin for literally everything and he adores and spoils jungkook to death and loves to gently tease namjoon and whispers ‘i love you’ to yoongi on live broadcast and that time hoseok called himself ugly and taehyung immediately said ‘no what’re you talking about you’re so handsome’ i really love that about kim taehyung

you know those people who are just luminous, like they’re so beautiful and everything they do is endearing and all you can do is stare and hope that some of their light hits you someday. maybe it’s not even romantic but they’re just such people, they’re humans, and they’re so beautiful that you cannot make yourself look away

an accurate listing of exo stans on tumblr

~ use ‘:(’ a lot
~ have an appalling amount of kindness to show
~ don’t even touch them if you know yixing just updated his ig

~ chill, composed, rarely act extra or go way off
~ each one has a favourite version of minseok: from wilding onstage minseok to chill and fine asf mature minseok
~ will always fuck with a jongdae stan

~ just as wild as their man
~ stan and appreciate every single inch of jongdae
~ have 10 songs on their phone and they’re all jongdae osts and cbx songs

~ scream or spam an excessive amount of tags on baekhyun posts
~ have 586 nicknames for bbh
~ are either wilding with thirst or being super corny and poetic

~ make fun of everything pcy does but will turn around and fight anyone who comes with pcy slander
~ would give their right arm to be able to wear rolex watches and vetements hoodies for their man
~ always there to watch broadcasts so they can make 30 posts that say “CHANYTEEOL”

~ “bunny” this, “bunny” that
~ find junmyeon’s rv obsession both endearing and embarrasing
~ always on about peachy cheeks and their precious leader but will cancel you in the blink of an eye if you have any shit to say about kjm

~ some of the funniest stans on tumblr
~ always there and ready to support anything ksoo does/tries out
~ super intuitive and think about every little thing ksoo says, making it so deep that you want to cry about their post when the original topic was ksoo eating a granola bar

~ super quiet and calm
~ half of them never tag anything and the other half just tag “i love him”
~ have never been extra in their lives but they do come close when jongin does One Of Those Dances and they nut to the moon and back

~ the most informed about exo’s activities
~ only use the 🤢  and 🤧  emojis
~ want to kiss sehun’s cheeks and let him raw them at the same time, they’re very stressed

A little thing I’ve been thinking about lately: Dorian’s comment that Felix was “a better man, clearly; not nearly as handsome.” It’s interesting - so many narratives have this idea of a character thinking they’re plain or ugly and that being part of general low self-esteem, because it’s taken as a value judgement. (It seems to come up a lot more in narratives written by women, depressingly, but that’s a whole other meta.) It’s an easy shorthand for “this character has self-worth issues.”

Dorian’s character writing swerves that. He knows he’s handsome. It was something valued in Tevinter, both as part of the casual sex he alludes to and as a status thing in general - part of that “perfect body, perfect mind” idea; it’s certainly easier to get your perfectly-distilled mageling kid married off if they’re nice to look at. What he’s worried about is that there’s nothing of worth on the inside. Look at his touched surprise and the way he doesn’t know how to respond when he’s called “a better man then he gives himself credit for” or “brave” - those are what get him, not the more obvious, easy compliments. He jokes to the Inquisitor about being “but an adornment upon your arm” - and that’s exactly what worries him.

Other characters call him arrogant, and eh, maybe, but only about particular things. The obvious things he can take pride in, that his peers back in the Imperium were bothered about - his appearance, his magical prowess - then sure. That’s how he’s used to playing the Game. But he’s constantly trying to work out what he is without those and without Tevinter ideas of status, and trying to live up to his own ideals and principles the way his father and Alexius ultimately couldn’t (”What’s in your heart” indeed). He’s trying, constantly, to approach people without ulterior motives and game-playing - look at how he says he’s had few friends (with the clear implication he wishes it were otherwise), look at his banters with other companions and the way he tries to level with them, and look at his general hatred of deception and politics and… well, everything about the Winter Palace. 

He’s got everything to prove - and he says that in a barely veiled way when he talks about wanting to show that “not everything from Tevinter is terrible.” He’s constantly trying to prove to himself and everybody else that he’s moral, that he has integrity, that he’s worthy of love (platonic or otherwise - look how pleased he is and how hard he tries to impress, to endear himself, when he’s making friends with the Inquisitor, never mind when he’s romanced, because he’s been rejected so many times that he’s startled and disbelieving when it doesn’t happen). That’s because on some level, he’s worried about these things.

He may strut and show off - after all, “Pavus” means “peacock” - but arrogant? Not exactly, if you know what to look for.

you know what i love about the bold type? how much we weren’t expecting to love sutton (and so fast too).

like from the promo material that was released kat was pretty obvious that we were going to fall in love with her from the word go, she was sassy and amazing and funny. it was an easy choice, and week to week it remains that she’s just as amazing as the promos made her out to be.

and jane was pinned as the lead (even though now we know it’s a very even spread), so we were going to love her, she was flawed and high strung, and someone you could root for week to week and cheer when she got things right and essentially grow with her as she did. and she was just the right amount of adorable.

but sutton was sneaky. 

i don’t think people expected to be ride or die for her. from the promos you don’t really know much about her, she could have so easily been eclipsed by her two friends big personalities and just be that ‘other’ friend who had to be there to fill out the friendship and be their sane voice and the glue that keeps them together. and yes she is those things, but boy is she so much more. she’s funny (laugh out loud funny) and amazing and pure and determined and outspoken and brave and endearing. and i honestly couldn’t say enough about this beautiful human being.

so yeah basically sutton brady is everything, and she deserves the world.

Dating Diana Prince would include...

Originally posted by ihatemylifepart1

  • getting to see the side of diana no one else sees
  • she’s sweet with you and loves that you don’t laugh at her for still not knowing everything about man’s world
  • you get worried about her fighting who knows what kind of creatures and for a second she worries you don’t think she’s strong enough to handle it but you reassure her you know she’s strong you just worry because you care
  • she finds that endearing 
  • you work as her assistant so you go with her pretty much everywhere
  • you like hearing about themyscira 
  • she loves telling you about her home and what it was like growing up there
  • “an island of only women sounds so nice. I don’t think I would’ve left.”
  • “It was but if I had stayed there I never would’ve met you.”
  • you wish you could actually visit her home but you know she’s never allowed to return 
  • sometimes Diana gets homesick and she isolates herself from you
  • those are the worst days because you don’t know how to help her
  • so you just do what you can
  • Diana appreciates that
  • you pretty much became a nurse thanks to how often you have to patch diana up from fights
  • google became your best friend
  • you love to take Diana to new places/introduce her to new foods and watch the look on her face when she tries something new
  • Diana will sometimes sing you a lullaby her mother sang her
  • cuddly nights in watching movies
  • you have so much for her to catch up on
  • “I can’t believe you were alive when all these fantastic fims came out and you never saw them”
  • “Well I was you know saving the world from evil so…”
  • “Touche”
  • You love seeing her in the wonder woman costume
  • You think she looks so hot but also like such a badass
  • she suggests you try it on 
  • you’re too nervous to at first but she convinces you
  • you put it on and wow
  • you can’t fight to save your life but in that you felt powerful
  • when Diana has to leave to save the world from whatever force you get really lonely and miss her a lot
  • but that means that when she comes back home you two don’t leave the house for weeks
  • Diana is a pretty laid back girlfriend that is just happy to be around you and know that you’re safe

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thosebearsthough  asked:

Hi! I am interested in your post about how the closet was more than just media training. I'm new and have found it hard to decide whether I think Harry and Louis are still together. Part of that is just coming in at a point when interaction between them is nonexistent. But another part is that the Louis of now is quite the departure from the Louis of early years. It almost appears that Harry has become more flamboyant and Louis less. Do you think it's intentional or just how they've handled it?

First, I always think that the belief of whether Harry and Louis are still together doesn’t actually impact the reality. Either they are or they’re not; what we think doesn’t really change that.

Second, if they are, then they are choosing not to come out for the time being, whether it’s due to legal constraints (because of contractual obligations) or to considerations for their personal lives and career. We know that certain aspects of their lives can be kept very private if they wish (they can travel incognito most of the time, major events about their families have been kept secret).

I was talking with a friend about the differences between video and still photography. Still photography can be controlled and edited. Danielle and Louis can appear to be happy together (Louis’ birthday photo 2016), but intimacy in video is hard thing to fake. Louis has never shown any real warmth or intimacy with any woman he has been romantically linked to. His papped photos with Briana (May 2015) showed his expressions of indifference and disdain.

Louis’ body language toward Harry has consistently been inclusive, intuitive, and intimate, UNLIKE his body language with anyone else– even when everything else about him has been muted, controlled, and toned down, even in 2015, when they supposedly hated each other. When they were within vicinity of each other, it was impossible to miss their awareness of each other.

Harry and Louis are tactile people. They like to touch and be touched. It’s more the pity that 1DHQ forced the other boys to imitate this love of touch so HL’s behavior wouldn’t stand out. Again, video is revealing. The most tender moments of touch occurred when they believed they weren’t on camera. The tenderness is something difficult to fake, and it was from both H and L.

Harry in particular liked to leave signals to the fandom about Louis, and he still does. Isolated things like Louis’ IG selfies or his shirts that communicate signals, or his black and white IG post at the Donny house, or the ridiculously intimate gestures on the interview with Nick (the one where Harry was on voice rest) or Harry’s bee tattoo– might be explained away as coincidence, but when taken in the context of their history, are, to me, obvious. Just look at the clip where they are talking to fans about the Donny dome– Harry’s stolen glances at Louis tell you everything you need to know about how in love he is with that boy. He doesn’t just love Louis, he cares about Louis’ being endeared by that fan, he cares about Louis’ love of his hometown. The glances occurred so fast and so surreptitiously, they were obviously not meant to be noticed– something, imho, that is impossible to fake.

Those terrible, hesitant sounds Harry made when asked directly whether Sweet Creature was about Louis? Not fake.

The terribly tender expression when he’s performing Two Ghosts, live. Who else could that song be about, really?

The beaming smiles they have when one is about to travel to the same location as the other, even now.

I think I’m convinced that they’re still together only because of knowing their personalities through their history, and piecing together the evidence. As I said, what I think doesn’t change the reality, and if reality shows me something different, I’m willing to change my opinion.

{PART 14} I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; You wake up feeling a mixture of happiness and confusion at the remembrance of your night with Jungkook. But he soon chases away all confusion - showing you, yet another side of him that you can’t help but enjoy. Meanwhile, Yoongi shares his thoughts with Namjoon, revealing part of his grand plan to him.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

Please note: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature. 

{Part 1} // {Part 13} {Part 14} {Part 15}

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anonymous asked:

Sterek Meet Cute Thoughts: Derek is being deployed overseas for 6 months and before he goes he needs to find someone to take care of his dog. It's a wolf/husky hybrid and hard to place because he is a large dog who doesn't do well with other pets or young children. Derek is running out of time and desperate so when a friend of a friend offers to take him Derek accepts even though he can't even drop the dog off himself because he has to leave and this Stiles guy lives 4 hours away. (1/?)

And Stiles is crazy about the dog, he always wanted one, and tries to take care of him but it becomes clear that the dog is in charge. Stiles emails Derek for advice because the guarding behavior is endearing but also kind of a problem. Derek answers and the epistolary romance beings. They start talking about the dog and then end up talking about everything complete with subtle and not so subtle digging for “are you into guys” and “are you seeing anyone” of a asking for a friend variety. (2/3)

Stiles makes self-deprecating remarks about his looks and Derek calls himself boring and a nerd so they both have an image of what the other looks like but they never see each other by unspoken agreement. Derek arrives home safe and OF COURSE goes to get his dog (and meet the guy he’s in love with) and Stiles is hoping to share custody (and date Derek forever) and when they meet they kind of can’t believe their luck.

omg this is the absolute cutest thing holy shit ;;

i need a 40k fic of this so badly, you don’t even understand. this sounds like it would be the absolute cutest and fluffiest and i have a mighty need !!!

bless <3

anonymous asked:

if we're talking astronomy geek neil, imagine neil getting SUPER into space stuff when he takes an astronomy class as an elective and one night andrew sets up a telescope on the roof as a surprise so he can look at the stars bc he likes making his bf happy. doesn't even say anything, they just go up there and there it is in all its magnificent glory and neil doesn't say anything but his eyes are sparkling.


  • the obsession starts on the roof
  • neil is looking up at the stars and realises that during his life on the run, he hasn’t had time to learn any of the names of the stars, so he points to a cluster and asks andrew if he knows if it has a name
  • andrew, who read a book about it once for class and retained everything answers: “that’s cygnus”
  • “huh. and what’s that one then?”
  • “ursa minor”
  • and neil is just fascinated because he’s never really stopped to think about it and these shiny things are literally fucking huge glowing plasma-balls
  • space is badass and neil can appreciate 
  • so he reads up on constellations and when they go up to the roof, neil will just sit there and mutter under his breath all the constellations he can see
  • (andrew tells himself it’s not strangely endearing)
  • eventually neil becomes as bad as kevin is with history facts
    • “hey andrew, do you know that we’re on a collision course with andromeda? andrew, it’s travelling towards us at 250,000 miles an hour” “go the fuck to sleep, neil.”
    • “if we were astronauts we wouldn’t be so small, do you know astronauts can grow 3% taller in space?”
    • “black holes man. fuck black holes.”
  • neil has google alerts on for meteor showers bc ?? it’s literally flaming space rocks giving you a free lights show who doesn’t want to see that
    • we don’t kiss our boyfriends under the stars, we kiss them under meteor showers like men
  • neil definitely has a hard on for the aurora borealis and he definitely pesters andrew to drive them to spots where they’re most likely to see it 
  • andrew gets neil a telescope for christmas like a really fucking expensive one but ofc it means nothing 
    • “you’re straining your eyesight without it and you look stupid in glasses.”
    • “i look hot in glasses”
    • “just take the gift and shut up.”

seefin  asked:

Okay so you know the way Draco is written in some fics as being a lovable weirdo? Kind of an oddball? Kind of an odd egg? Can u pls do a reclist for this particular brand of Draco n I'll love u forever xxxxxxx

YESSSS. ODDBALL!DRACO IS MY FAVORITE EVERYTHING. Look, I have a serious thing for this particular characterization of Draco. In fic, Draco is often the elegant suave flirt. But not oddball!Draco. I don’t know if you all know what I mean by that, but it’s like… he’s pointy, he’s a bit odd, maybe even eccentric, VERY endearing (like cinnamon roll precious), slightly awkward. And he completely owns my heart. Here you have my faves ft. him. ♥

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi (57k)
Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.
(Everything I love about the oddball!Draco trope is right here in this fic. He’s so precious, awkward, adorably proud of his muggle knowledge, he’s kind to old people, and he researches ridiculous things. This has wonderful writing too!)

The Way Down by lettered (65k)
Harry is overwhelmed by his own power and fame and angst, so he’s become a hermit. Draco Malfoy is tired of the melodrama.
(This Draco is a sweetheart, he’s got social anxiety and he tries so hard, it doesn’t always work out for him but he means so well. I feel for him, this amazingly sweet dork who’ll drink hot chocolate with a straw and can go on about Pygmy Puff classifications for ages. I love this fic so much.)

Only For The Lucky by SunseticMonster (63k)
Things seem to be going well for Draco Malfoy after the war. He’s working as a professor at Hogwarts and makes the papers all the time for his charitable contribution to Muggle causes. But when Malfoy is rushed into St Mungos hospital for a psychotic break, Healer Potter realizes that Malfoy’s success is not all what it seems and sometimes luck can have more than one meaning.
(Oh wow, I could write a novel about why I adore Draco in this. There’s his supreme cuteness, his social anxiety that tugs at my heartstrings, his fascination with electrical plugs, all of it. So many new headcanons.)

Here’s The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (49k)
Harry thinks “Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?” is a much simpler question than, “Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don’t, what will you do?”
(Is this the creator of oddball!Draco, because I think it might be? He quotes muggle movies, makes dramatic impressions, sings Christmas carols, and Harry thinks he’s barking mad but also completely irresistible.)

Clear as Mud by scoradh (9.9k)
One could be said to have stretched the term ‘friends’ rather far.
(Aaagh, this fic hurts so good and yet. Draco sulked for an hour after Harry removed the mushrooms growing in the stairwell of his run-down house. He’s a total oddball and has all these quirks and Harry is so so in love.)

The Guise of Forgiveness by SunseticMonster (23k)
George’s new potion has caught the interest of the entire Auror Department, thanks to an article by the elusive Draco Malfoy. So, when Harry sees Malfoy in the middle of a panic attack, he attempts to make amends as a ploy to find out what’s really been going on.
(Oh this Draco, who bakes his own biscuits and has anxiety and is all-around awkward and lovely. He’s so sweet in this and I’m so proud of him.)

And an Owl Named Romeo by Rickey (26k)
Draco breeds owls, Harry’s an Auror, and an owl named Romeo is going to bring them together.
(As if the idea of a Draco with cute little owlets isn’t enough, this one sends snarky letters and is frankly HILARIOUS. Love his voice in this, love it allll.)

Currency by blythely (31k)
Harry wasn’t at school any more, nor was he fifteen. He was a successful merchant banker with a flat to die for and an owl who loved him. And he wasn’t going to get into a pissing match with a stick-fiddler who’d always driven him mental.
(This fic is full of melodramatic!Draco and I loveeee it. He’s a total geek about wands and wandlore, and he and Harry have such passion.)


content: After hearing some suspicious noises coming out of Dean’s bedroom the night before, Sam decides to confront his brother.

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“Dean, we need to talk.”

Sam’s voice sounds very serious while he leans against the kitchen counter and folds his stupidly long arms in front of his chest, glaring at his older brother with the familiar I-don’t-support-your-life-choices look. He doesn’t even waste his time with a “Good morning” or something similar and that’s always a bad sign.

Dean, however, isn’t really impressed by that. He places the bacon onto the hot pan at a leisurely pace, ignoring Sam completely, until he finally shoots a quick glance over his shoulder.

“And what’s so important at 7 a.m.?”

Sam huffs impatiently. “You know!”

Dean rolls his eyes. “No, I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking.”

Sam fidgets uncomfortably as if he’d rather be somewhere else and doesn’t want to have this discussion at all. And then he starts to gesticulate, flailing his limbs in Dean’s vague direction, and performs a very complicated dance with his eyebrows.

“How about we talk about last night?”

Quite suddenly Dean’s attention is grabbed, but he keeps himself from acting like a deer in the headlights. Instead he clears his throat and asks, a bit croaky, “What do you mean?”

“Well, just look at you!” Sam says, pointing at Dean’s face with an accusatory expression. “There is that stupid grin I’ve seen so many times and I think it’s even worse than ever before. And let’s not even mention that huge hickey on your neck.”

Dean ducks his head and tries forcefully – and highly unsuccessfully – to fight back a blush.


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Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

Length: 1682+ words

TW: Character Death & a sentence of gory impaling

A/N: This story has been on my mind for a very long time. This is a pretty personal fic for me, but I thought I would share it with you guys anyways! I’m also submitting this for Jen’s (@supernatural-jackles) Birthday Challenge! My mom’s birthday is actually on Canada Day, and we’re going to be spending it in the States lmao. We always celebrate her birthday/Canada Day in USA… It’s now a tradition. 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

Prompt: “You are enough. No matter what, you will always be enough.”

Dean was angry. He was always so angry lately. He was angry when dad and Sam fought every chance they got, but now that Sam was gone, he was angrier. He was angry at dad for pushing Sam away. He was angry at Sam for leaving. Hell, he was probably mad at you for not convincing Sam to stay. But, you knew that he madder at himself than anyone else. He’d rather have them fight everyday than having Sam gone.

You looked at your older brother across the small motel room. He was glued to his phone, and you knew he was texting the waitress he was flirting with the other day. Dean was your hero. He was more of a father to you than your real dad would ever be. You looked up to him so much, but lately he’s just been so… angry. Every conversation you had with him had been about how annoyed he was that Sam was gone, or the fact that dad kept leaving to hunt on his own. Every question was either about the hunt or whether you had heard from Sam or dad- which you both knew was a silly question to ask. You were the outlier in the family. It was always about the Winchester Boys. You were just the orphan child who nobody wanted. You would never be the first person they would contact. But that was okay because you had Dean. Key word: had. 

You’ve always been his babygirl, but you haven’t heard that term of endearment in months. You hated being so distant with your brother, but what could you do? You tried everything to talk to him like you used to, but he never reciprocated the same way. When they first took you in when you were two, Dean was the first to hold you, marveling at how small you were. The only reason you knew this was because of how much Dean talked about you when you were younger. He always told you stories of the times you’ve clung on to him. His second favourite nickname for you was “monkey.” You grew up close. John was always gone, so that left Dean and Sam to take care of you. The oldest Winchester took responsibility of you to the nth degree. He taught you everything he could so you wouldn’t be on the receiving end of John’s abuse. He always protected you. Always. Whether it was from school bullies, or your own father. He was always there. Standing in front of you, and when you were younger, you used to imagine a cape on his back. When you told him about the cape, he laughed, and ruffled your hair.

“Babygirl, don’t you know it’s dangerous for superheroes to wear capes? What if they trip over them? Or it gets caught in something? Real heroes don’t wear capes, they wear leather jackets.” He pointed to the sleeve of his worn out leather jacket that John had given him.

Your eyes were wide with wonderment as you nodded at your older brother. After that you saved up every bit of money, picking up loose coins from the side of the street to save up for a leather jacket. You were still saving up for that jacket.

Dean’s scowl brought you back to reality.

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Sleep talking

Prompt: Sleep talking 
Pairing: Analogical

Logan is watching him when Virgil drifts awake. His eyes are soft behind his glasses, and incredibly fond, which makes Anxiety’s face flush. He’s not used to seeing anyone look at him like that, let alone the unflappable Logic. 

Logan doesn’t speak right away, but his smile grows. Finally, Virgil can’t stand it, and he breaks the silence himself. 

“What?” his voice is sleep-rusty.

“Did you know you talk in your sleep?” 

Virgil’s blush deepens. “I do not.” 

“You do. It’s quite…” Logan pauses to select the correct word, “endearing.” 

Embarrassed as he is, Virgil can’t help but grin. “You’ve become a total sap,” he accuses. 

“Possibly,” Logan allows with a smirk.

Virgil reaches for his hand; Logan’s grasps his immediately, his long, clever fingers entwining with Virgil’s.

“So what did I say that was so endearing?” 

“You said, ‘No, officer, I don’t know anything about the buffalo.’” 

Virgil stares. “I did not.” 

“You did.” 

“You’re totally making that up.” 

“I assure you, I am not. I’m not certain I could.” 

Virgil can’t help it. He laughs. He laughs and laughs, because–because Logan’s right, of course, there’s no way he could make anything like that up. And abruptly, Virgil loves him for that. Just like he loves him for everything else he is. 

When he stops laughing–when he finally can–Logan is smiling bemusedly at him. 

“Endearing,” Virgil repeats. 

“Endearing,” Logan agrees. 

“Well,” Virgil leans forward to press a kiss to Logic’s lips, morning breath be damned, “if I do find anything else out about the buffalo, I’ll be sure to let you know.” 

“That seems wise. Best to avoid legal complications if we can.” 

Virgil laughs again. “Nerd,” he murmurs, voice painfully fond, and kisses Logan again. 


A/N: Sleep talking dialogue borrowed shamelessly from my cousin, who has said many, many nonsensical things in her sleep. This was just the first one I remembered

Got7 reaction: their s/o running their fingers through their hair while they’re falling asleep

Request:  Can you do a got7 reaction to their s/o running their fingers through their hair while they’re starting to fall asleep? Thanks in advance!

Thank you for the request, I hope you like it lovely :)



Mark: Is so touched that you’re helping him relax and will nuzzle his head into your chest, signalling you to carry on. He’d probably have a shy smile on his face that you can’t see. Sooner or later he’ll be fast asleep, and will feel refreshed in the morning as you helped him sleep so well.

“Thank you for being so caring of me, jagiya.”

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Jaebum: Would want to be the one playing with your hair, even though it relaxes him. He’d pull you close and play with your hair instead and you’d have your hands rested on his back as you both drift off to sleep together.

“Ahh, your hair is so soft~..”

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Jackson: Loves it so so much. He’s such an affectionate person and would appreciate how relaxed you’re making him feel. He’d hold you so tight and rest his head on your chest and tell you not to stop in his soft sleepy voice, while slowly falling asleep while listening to your heartbeat.

*half asleep* “Mmph, don’t stop, you’re so comfy.”

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Jinyoung: Doesn’t have much of a reaction, he’s content with just letting you baby him until hes fast asleep, and will do the same to you the next night as a thank you.

“I didn’t know someone playing with my hair would make me so calm.”

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Youngjae: Sunshine is so happy you’re playing with his hair. He’d love it when you did this and I think he’d have a reaction like Mark’s, but with more nuzzling and soft shy giggles. I feel like when you play with his hair, he’d want to lay on top of you with his head resting on your chest while looking up at you. Whenever you play with his hair everything gets 10x softer (and sleepier) 

“Another reason added to the list of why you’re perfect - you play with my hair”

Originally posted by yjarssunshine

Bambam: Bam would act like he isn’t effected by it but you bet he is. He’d fight the urge to sleep just so he can see you try even harder to relax him. Deep down he’d find it really endearing and sweet that you’re helping him sleep well, but would make a sarcastic comment about it because this is Bambam we’re talking about.

“Are you trying to make my hair greasy or something?”

Originally posted by chattyang

Yugyeom: He’d either get really shy and blushy or just accept it and let you do what you’re doing. Either way he’d really like having you playing with his hair and he’d be asleep in no time.

“Jagi, is my hair really that soft?”

Originally posted by datyugyummy

Soulmate S.Coups

Part of the Seventeen Soulmate Series

When someone gave you a new nickname or directed a new compliment your way, it would make you pause, a fuzzy soft feeling rising in your chest. You knew that the new label would be appearing, written out in inky black letters, somewhere on your soulmate’s skin. Or when someone used a common nickname, or said something which had been said about you before, you tired to picture the letters growing larger, like they always did when a label was repeated. 

And just as you loved receiving any tidbit of information about your soulmate in the form of the words on your own skin, you hoped they would love receiving bits about you as well.

When someone called you something awful, however, it settled very uncomfortably with you. You knew that your soulmate would know. They would see the flaw printed out on their body. You dreaded the idea that it might change their perception of you.

Of course, you weren’t entirely sure they would understand everything. Because, as far as you knew, your soulmate seemed to be Korean.

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Lights, Camera, Action ( i )

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Excerpt: ‘ Your face had spread into a smirk, reaching over you pulled one of the cameras off the stand and brought it over so the audience could see his wrecked out form better.

Genre: smut, camboy! jimin

Length: 1.1k

A/N: so this happened,, and there are loads of parts but it’s so much fun to write so i’m not complaning. if you want to see anything make a request and please show some suPPORT!!! cus i need motivation to churn these out no matter how much i love them lol rip

this chapter is mainly setting up a realtionship and foundation but its gonna get real dirty in the following chapters

Warnings: bdsm

Originally posted by harunyany

“I’m awake,” Jimin turned to look at you, shoulders rising and falling in a deep sleep, but instead he moved to lay on your chest, “Y/N pay attention to me.” You let out a raspy groan, your eyes slowly opening to be greeted with his black bed hair and wide mischevious smile.

With another moan, you raised your arms and Jimin’s smiled widened as he closed his eyes ready for a hug before he was abruptly shoved off of your warm chest with a grunt, “we’re not on camera anymore, stop being a brat.”

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They were working some random case in Dodge City, Kansas when Jack found them.

It was random and unexpected, but somehow when they walked out of a diner, there he was, looking about as disgruntled as always.

“Jack?” Sam asks, as if he isn’t sure.

Dean shoots Sam a meaningful look before turning his attention back to the kid.  “Two questions: how did you find us? And what made you change your mind?”

Jack squints at him, which Dean hates.  “The answer to both of those questions is the same.”

Dean rolls his eyes.  “Okay, don’t with the cryptic crap. Can you speak plain?”

Jack just turns on his heel and walks away.  Dean throws his hands up in the air in exasperation and follows close behind along with Sam.

When they turn the corner towards the street, though, nothing could have prepared them for what is waiting for them…or, more specifically, who is waiting for them.

Dean’s heart stops in his chest. It’s him.

Leaning against a blue hatchback with his arms crossed is Castiel.

Dean watches in a daze as Sam makes giant strides to stand in front of him. 

“Cas?  Is it…is it really you?”

Cas says nothing and merely offers Sam a small smile that makes Dean’s heart pound, which is a relief because Dean had been afraid for a minute that it had ceased working altogether.  The smile is enough for Sam, and the younger Winchester envelops Cas in his gargantuan arms.

Dean can do nothing but stare.  He sees Jack watching him stare, but he doesn’t even care.  He only has eyes for Cas.

Sam steps away to the side and locks eyes with Dean.  He raises his eyebrows in a not so subtle expression that spurs Dean forward.

Dean takes slow, small steps towards him, taking his time as if he’s afraid that once he gets there he’ll realize that it’s all just an illusion.  When he’s only a foot away, he stops, still not ready to reach out to him.

Cas smiles warmly at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners.  “Hello, Dean.”

Without another thought, Dean throws himself onto Cas.  He grips him tight around the shoulders and presses his nose into Cas’s trenchcoat.  It takes only a moment for Cas to return the hug, clasping Dean around his middle.

“Hey Jack,” Sam says quietly in the background, “hungry?”

“Starving,” Jack responds.  

Dean hears two sets of feet walk away, but he does not call after them.  He’s not going to stop and analyze why Sam is leaving him and Cas alone together.  He’s got enough to process as is.

After what seems like hours but was probably more like minutes, Dean pulls away to look at Cas once more.  He opens his mouth to say something, but finds that he can’t and shuts it once more.  He swallows hard and can’t bring himself to look away from Cas’s blue eyes. Open. Brilliant. Alive.

Cas’s brow creases ever so slightly, and Dean wants nothing more to smooth it out, but he doesn’t move.  “We should go somewhere,” Cas says. 

Dean nods, still unable to say anything.

Dean finds himself sitting at a bar with Castiel by his side, which is such a surreal moment for him since he never thought he’d see the angel again. He stares at the bar, his mind buzzing with so many thoughts he can’t keep them straight, and only comes back to awareness when a beer bottle is placed in his line of vision.  Dean blinks and looks up to see Cas watching him while gripping his own beer gently around the neck of the bottle.

Dean looks at the beer and back at Cas.  This is just too surreal.

“You…do like this brand, don’t you?” Cas asks, his brow creased once more.  It’s so damn endearing how concerned he is that he might’ve bought the wrong beer.

Dean shakes his head. “No. I mean, yes. The beer is fine, I just…I…” His throat closes up again and he has to look away.

“We…don’t have to talk about it,” Cas tells him.  “We can just-”

“You have no idea how hard it’s been.”

Cas immediately stops talking. Dean wonders if he even stops breathing.  It’s not like he needs to anyway.

“After everything, I’ve just been…drowning.” He stares at the bar countertop again, unable to look Cas in the eye as he says this.  “I’ve been drowning, and drowning, and it seemed like I couldn’t pull myself out of it.  I thought I never would.” He pauses.  “And then I saw you standing there and it’s like I’ve been thrown this lifeline.”  He chances a glance up at Cas, who is watching him with such fondness and concern that it makes his heart ache and he has to turn away again. “You’re back and I’m afraid of what will become of me if I lose you again.”

There’s a long silence between them before Cas gently lays a hand on Dean’s forearm.  Dean stares at those fingers, Cas’s fingers, before looking up into Cas’s eyes.

“I have no immediate plans to leave,” Cas tells him resolutely.

“Well, that’s great to hear, Cas, but I don’t think you had planned on dying either,” Dean says, clenching his jaw and tightening his hand into a fist as he remembers that event.

Cas squeezes Dean’s forearm gently, and Dean relaxes slightly.  “You’re right.  And maybe I don’t know what the future holds.  But I do know one thing.”  Cas pulls his hand away, and Dean immediately misses its warmth.  “I had a choice of if I wanted to come back or…go on, and I chose to be here.”

That gets Dean’s attention.  “You had a choice? And you chose to come back to this craphole? Why?”

Cas smiles.  “To be with you.  To be with my family.”

Dean’s eyes sting.  “Cas…”

“And maybe this won’t be the last time I’m separated from you and Sam.  But I promise you, if I have a choice, if I have a chance to fight for it, I will always find my way back to you.”

Dean rubs at his eyes.  He will not cry in a bar, god damn it.  He won’t.

“Maybe…maybe we need something stronger than beer,” Cas adds as an afterthought.

Dean feels a giggle erupt from his mouth almost against his will and he can hardly believe his ears.  He laughs outright and looks over at Cas with a look of such elation that Cas can’t help but look surprised, which just makes Dean laugh harder.

“Are you wanting to do shots with me, Cas?” Dean asks when he can catch his breath.

Cas nods and signals the bartender.  “Yes, two shots, please.”

Dean laughs again as the bartender throws a towel over her shoulder.  “Yeah? Two shots of what, exactly?”

Cas looks over at Dean for help, and the latter grins at the woman. “Top shelf whiskey. We’re celebratin’.”

The bartender looks charmed.  “Anniversary?”

Dean looks over and beams at Cas.  “Nah. A new hope.”

Cas frowns.  “That’s a Star Wars reference.”

Dean bumps Cas’s shoulder with his own. “Right you are, Cas. Right you are.”

The bartender just shrugs and pours out two shots of some fine whiskey that is better than what Dean usually gets but not so fine that it would max out his credit card.

Dean holds his shot glass up in toast and admires the amber liquid within.  “Here’s to you, Cas.  For rising out of the ashes and coming back to us.” 

Cas holds his glass up and clinks it gently with Dean’s.  “Thank you, Dean.”

“No,” Dean says, “thank you. For coming back. For throwing me that lifeline.” He suddenly feels a lump in his throat again.  “For everything.”

They toss back their shots, and when they leave, maybe Dean acts a little more drunk than he actually is so he can have an excuse to throw an arm around Cas’s shoulders.  Cas doesn’t seem to mind.

Things may still be complicated, and Mom is still gone, but Dean feels lighter than he has in weeks as he leans against his new hope all the way back to the motel.