#happy birthday dreamie truly truly a shining star in the darkness

[gibbyslounge]

dream’s birthday is very soon and i just wanted to put it out in the world that becoming a fan of his has given me things to look forward to when ive felt like i had nothing to look forward to at all. and the gift of being able to provide motivation to see the next day is something i cant quite explain how much means to me but it means more than i can ever give back. for a while the things that mattered to me became too big and overwhelming that i couldn’t grasp them and everything felt like it was crashing down. watching dream gave me little things to grasp.

i tried to space out his videos so i’d have some to watch over time, but they made me laugh so much i ended up watching almost all of them anyways. i wanted to see what he would post next. i wanted to see what he would stream next. he and his two best friends want to live with each other one day. i can’t believe they’ve never met each other or seen his face. i want to see them meet each other one day and there's just so much more i want to learn about him. he’s making music and announced his first drep and says he has really cool ideas for the future. i can’t wait to hear and watch it all! there are so many things about him i'm grateful for, but overarchingly he as a person has offered so many people a reason to wake up everyday. it's a gift so priceless that comes with his ability to be kind, generous, and to love boundlessly, but i hope he feels as much love as possible on his birthday, if even an ounce of all he's given the world, back.

[how-masterful]

Diamond In The Rough

Dhawan!master x reader

Summary: There's a reason you've been so drawn to the stars. There's a reason the Master took such interest in you. There's also a reason he brought you here on this specific planet, in this specific spot, on this specific night: Only he won't tell you just yet. Because that would spoil the surprise.

Notes: a VERY happy birthday to the one and only @plethora-of-imagines! My partner in crime, consultant in all things masterful, kneecap thief and reason I started this whole page! Have a fabulous birthday queen- this one is most definitely dedicated to you. I hope it lives up to the hype! ❤👑🥳

The universe was a very, very big place. This was a fact that you didn't need to travel with a time travelling alien to realize was undoubtedly true. 

Learning about the universe on earth was... Limited. To say the least. Life beyond the stars was locked in the box of hypothetical conversation, pressed between the pages of countless philosophy and astrology books and stuffed into the midnight musings of "is there really life out there in the universe?" 

For years that question plagued you, hung in your mind like a veil over the fading black spots of your draining day to day. Others would blame their extra terrestrial musings on too many drug trips in the 60's or college, some on late night conspiracy youtube binges. But you blamed yours on simple curiosity- 'if there truly was life out there, why haven't we met it yet?'

But as you grew older, that youthful wonder and curiosity in the universe became something of a fascination. You checked your horoscope every morning, held countless books on the subject- you’d even acquired an old telescope from a family friend. The lady you’d acquired it from said her father loved staring up at the stars every night, made it a part of his routine .You never understood why she looked so sad when she said it, but you soon came to understand the connection people had with the stars.

Or, better yet, the people who travelled among them.

People like the man who currently held your hand in his own.

"No way!"

"Yes way!"

"Master, you are NOT responsible for Roswell!"

"Really? Who are you going to believe, darling? Your 1000 year old alien husband, or a middle aged redneck blogger?"

You let out a small snorting laugh, the man beside you smiling fondly as you sighed and shook your head. You squoze your conjoined hands, allowing your head to rest back on the purple tartan blanket with a dreamy sigh.

The pair of you were on a hill, a large open plane of thick grass, lay on a blanket beneath an ocean of swirling stars. The TARDIS sat parked in the distance, the familiar shack you called home glowing with the fairy lights you'd insisted on hanging around the roof of the veranda. You'd both abandoned your shoes and socks, a picnic basket and empty plates sat to the side, a half empty bottle of wine and two glasses still standing. Your lipstick still freshly sat along the brim.

The Master had prepared the feast for you both, the basket full of fruits and delicacies from planets far and wide. You couldn't help but moan at the tastes and aromas that encapsulated your senses, the flavors causing beautiful chaos upon your tongue. You supposed beautiful chaos was the Masters speciality. You'd sat in his lap and opened wide as you allowed yourself to be pliantly fed, the guttural groan that escaped the masters lips as you licked the crumbs from his fingertips causing your whole body to tremble with delight. But now the pair of you lay side by side, the Masters coat abandoned and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows as you both gazed up at the dazzling dark sky.

"I'm telling you doll, never dare a drunk alien prankster- They'll neck down a bottle and start a whole subgenre of conspiracy theories in a single afternoon."

The Master took a strawberry from the hole at his side, taking a bite and discarding the top as you continued to shake your head. He let out a disappointed sigh- but there was no bite behind the gesture.

"Don't tell me you believe the redneck."

You shrugged innocently, biting your bottom lip to hold back your smirk.

"I must admit I'm more inclined to, Master. That tinfoil hat makes them hard to resist."

The time lord let out a proud laugh, eyes scrunching shut as you allowed your attention to stray from the sky. You admired the playful scrunch of his nose, the small lines that formed besides his eyes and in the curve of his cheeks when he smiled. His lips would always part, exposing his teeth. You supposed his usual laugh acted as a snarl, a threatening gesture to all opposition that he took joy in causing such pain. But here, under the starlight, there was no malice behind his grin. This was simple, unstoppable happiness that held an innocence that was rare to the Master. Or at least, rare to the universe. It was a sight you knew happily too well.

"You still haven't explained, Master." You finally spoke, eyes soft as the timelord's head turned in your direction.

"It's simple, pet. There's this race from quadrant nine, all of them three feet tall and neon green-"

You lightly rolled your eyes and smiled.

"I don't mean Roswell, I mean tonight. But expect many more questions about that to follow."

The Master smirked teasingly, hair lightly falling just beside his eye.

"Noted- I'll be sure to dig out the photo album."

"Why here?"

The Masters smirk morphed into a light dusting of confusion. A scrunched brow, one eye slightly more squinted than the other.

"What do you mean, love?"

"I mean, why tonight? You said we had to be on this planet, on this exact night, this exact year."

Realisation soon spread across his face. He nodded lightly, lips pursed as he looked up in thought.

“What are you planning in that mischievous head of yours?”

The Master smiled, allowing himself to lay flat on his back once more. He pulled his hand from your own, allowing you to nestle into his side as he took hold of your other hand. Your rings clashed together with a gentle click of metal, the diamond shining bright in the white glow of the moon. You smiled, head softly resting upon the timelord's chest as his other hand rested upon his stomach, his hearts rhythmically thumping under your temple like thunder. He tilted his head to look down at you, brushing a stray hair from your face.

"The universe is... complicated, love. It's like, its like that book you were reading a couple days ago. God, what was the name? It began with an A-"

"Alice's adventures in wonderland?"

The time lord nodded, booping the end of your nose tenderly with his finger.

"That's the one. It's like Wonderland. And the time vortex is the rabbit hole. It's so easy to get lost, to fall deep within its walls and find yourself confused and discombobulated on the other end.”

You couldn't hold back your smirking laughter. The Master rolled his eyes, pretending not to notice your childish reaction to his choice of words.

“But when you do find your way it's… strange. Unusual. Every planet and constellation and dynasty a new nook and cranny for you to explore. Wolds upon worlds of crooked doorways and spiral tunnels and rooms full of doors that lead you right back to where you started.”

You hummed in thought. You supposed the universe was like Wonderland, in a sense- your life turning upside down the moment you followed the Time Lord into his TARDIS and down the rabbit hole. You snorted internally at the thought of the Master being somewhat of a white rabbit. He already had the pension for time down pat, and arguably his beard and messy hair acted somewhat as a fur coat. You wouldn't dare say it to his face, but judging by his unimpressed expression he’d already heard you.

“But then, once you’ve already reached the precipice of curiosity, you meet the people around you. Whole races and subspecies of people that exist in the same space and time and universe as you but are all so, so different. Some of them are bloody boring, like the Shushans. What's so impressive about having your mouth on the bottom of your foot? And don’t even get me started on the Yomno, i mean- how can your whole race tell the future from spitting on a grain of rice yet all be so god damn dull-”

“Master, you’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“Getting annoyed at other races for being your version of boring.”

The timelord sighed, causing you to giggle. You gently nestled closer to his side, the Masters other hand reaching up to tenderly cup your jaw.

“But then, once in a lifetime, you find something truly unexplored. Like a disappearing cat, or a dodo that died long ago but refused to acknowledge its own extinction, or a girl that fell down the rabbit hole and into the hands of a certainly very mad man. A rarity among the rubble of the basic and mundane. I believe you humans refer to it as a diamond in the rough. The time lords were once like that.”

You let your gaze meet his, confusion dancing across your face.

“Diamonds in the rough?”

“No, they were the rough. I was the diamond.”

“Master!”

You playfully smacked him across the chest, causing him to chuckle deviously.

“As I was saying, before I was so lovingly interrupted, sometimes you find something beautiful. But also curious, a mystery that even the most uninterested man would be desperate to pry their nails into and figure out how they worked. What made them tick. What made them happy. What made them desperate..."

The Master's thumb trailed over your bottom lip, his own lips parted as you let out a trembling breath. His lips curved into a soft smile, watching you lightly squirm under his touch. He pulled his face in closer.

"Humans are simultaneously the shining diamonds and the disgusting scum of the universe. Civilisations have grown in their honour and crumbled at their hands but none of them, not one single human, ever have or ever will compare to you. You're the breathing equivalent of lightning in a bottle, a single drop of rain upon a field desperate for salvation from a drought. A blessing. A gift. My diamond in the rough of a universe that does not deserve a single part of her. I don't deserve you. But here you are.``

His thumb gently caught the tear that threatened to fall down your cheek. You reached up to cup his cheek, the timelord nestling into the palm of your hand. Your noses bumped together at the sudden proximity, and you could feel your heart racing like a steam train in your chest.

"But here I am." You smiled through your tears, a choked laugh emerging from your throat, your thumb softly caressing the apple of his cheek. You could feel his hot breath against your own, his eyes heavy with lust and adoration.

"With the man whom I love more than anything else in the universe, who's shown me things I could never have imagined and treated me like a goddess when compared to him? I'm positively minuscule."

The Master let out a huff, his breath caught in the back of his throat as your lips ghosted over his own.

"Don't you dare think you're anything less than the universe" He whispered, gaze fixated on your lips as your foreheads softly touched.

"Oh yeah? And what if I do?" You returned, your bottom lip brushing against the Master's own, tongue teasing at the time lord's top lip as he growled lowly, voice rough and restrained.

"i'll rearrange the stars themselves piece by piece until you understand just how pathetic it is in comparison."

The distance between your lips was essentially non existent.

"Prove it, Master. Please."

And prove it he did. 

The Masters lips attacked your own with a desperate hunger, your eyes fluttering shut as the force sent you rocking backwards. You kept a tight grip on his face, keeping yourself steady as you pushed your lips back against his own. you'd be damned if the kiss were one sided.

His tongue slid in with ease, the hot taste of his tongue causing you to moan desperately against his mouth. The moan was reciprocated in earnest by the Master, his thumb gently pulling on your chin to allow his mouth further access to your own. You parted further, desperate to please, the sweet taste of your lips sending the time lord deeper into a spiral of lust.

You never knew how much you treasured the taste of his lips until the threat of their absence drew near, your own tongue forcing your way into his mouth like an anchor of perseverance. You took hold of both sides of his face, foreheads together as you hummed against his lips, causing him to crumble under your fingers with a chesty growl of dominance. He was hot fire, a delicious flame of lust licking and burning the inside of your mouth, and eventually the need for air forced your mouths apart.

The pair of you panted, breath escaping both parties as his arms wound tight around your shoulders, pulling you close. You gathered your breath as you nuzzled closer to the Masters side, lips red and glossy as you let your forehead rest upon his temple.

"That… Wow. I think you proved it."

"Did you ever doubt I would?"

You could hear the smirk in his tone, your eyes still fluttered shut as you came down from the high. You could still taste his mouth, the ghost of the strawberries still lingering on his tongue.

"I dunno Master… Still not seeing a tinfoil hat."

The eye roll was practically audible. The gasp certainly was.

"It's time, quick love, look."

You allowed your eyes to open, your gaze fixating on the stars above as they swirled in circular formation. Your mouth gaped open in shock as the pair of you sat up and looked to the sky.

"What are they doing?" You asked in wonderment, the Masters grip on you tightening.

"The whole reason we came here tonight. The once in a lifetime moment. Those drawings of the stars, the shapes they make. This is where they come from."

It was practically magic. Any other person would say it was witchcraft.

"Diamonds in the rough" you whispered, and the Master nodded triumphantly.

The stars swirled in ribbons of white, the dark black of the sky melting around them as the pin pricks in the black began to pulsate and grow with rapid speed. The stars began to link, intricate lines seared into the fabric of the sky like thread as the tiny stars began to merge and form into outlines of figures and shapes. A bear, a woman holding a sword, a pegasus with wings. Vast shapes of all sizes began to move and shift and form. Your eyes sparkled with wonder as the stars shone like diamonds.

It was too much to believe. Until they started to move.

Suddenly, the pegasus bucked up it's hind legs and began galloping across the sky. The woman drew her sword and charged, the scorpion's tale whipping in challenge. The bear plodded across the inky black, back pressed against the rams horns as it scratched itself as if upon a tree. All around you, hundreds of thousands of creatures moved and ran and flew across the darkness, the distant echoes of their commotion floating through the atmosphere.

A pair of lips softly pressed against your temple, trailing a line of kisses down until they ghosted over the shell of your ear.

"What do you think, darling?"

The Master whispered, breath hot on your ear and making you shiver.

"Its… Master its… Thank you. Thank you so much."

The tears from before had returned as the dazzling stars reflected in the sheen of your eyes, as the time lord beside you hummed in appreciation.

"Happy birthday, Y/N." The Master softly whispered, a tender kiss pressed to your cheek. 

In an instant you return to facing him, your lips pressed together once more, stars a distant priority beyond the pull of your husband's lips.

The constellations above returned to their original position, the pulsating giants of the sky suddenly bursting like fireworks in the night. The stardust began to fall atop your heads like something out of a fairy tale, like raining pixie dust as the stars returned to their pin prick size, now shimmering like the lights around the TARDIS veranda. 

But the pair of you were too busy for pixie dust. You didn't need the universe, or the stars, or magic at all.

You were already, well and truly, living happily ever after.

[mochikeiji]

Brighter Than Any Star

↠ Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

↠ Warning: None, just fluff for the birthday boy (hint of suggestion in the end)

↬ Word Count: 1.3k

a/n: Happy Birthday to our shining ace!!! Truly you are brighter than any star in this world and I hope you continue on your dreams and inspire so many people

( ˘ ³˘)♥ we love you, Bokuto san!!!

Stars are captivating during the might sky. Many are mesmerized by the glimmering, sparkles they occur and would get lost into them, just staring in awe with no words to describe the kind of euphoria they were in.

Luckily tonight happened to be thr most beautiful night for the stars to form their utmost of shine and dancing across the dark sky.

With a bottle of wine half empty placed on the gray blanket above the grassy ground and snacks that had been already consumed not too long ago, the only sound that can be heard was the singing of crickets and the soft, cooling gust of wind tickling your naked shoulders, everything felt so calming.

Head empty, just cherishing the aura the night possessed.

And the small, circular cake that lit up candles with cute designs illuminating your front view, biting back the smile and erupting a giggle from the excitement bubbling in you as you stared at the grown man infront of you.

"Kou."

He hums at the same level of bliss you had. He had his eyes closed after chowing down into the food you had prepared for him, now he was feeling a bit drowsy after satisfying his stomach. He was always like this after every meal you shared with him, it usually ends up to a lont day of cuddling session and soon a night's peaceful sleep.

Except now was a special night for him. The skin intimacy can wait later.

"Can you turn around for me?"

He did as he was told nonetheless, the sight made your breath hitch and your eyes now strained onto the scenario right infront of you.

He looked so adorable with a smile adorning his feature with the candle lights making his face glow. The background behind him was the city lights of Tokyo and last the unmatched glimmer of the night sky twinkling that made his owl like hair highlight into the palette of colors.

The grin on his face growing even more than his usual smirk during the games at the sight of you obviously in daze because of him. From his view, he was looking at you with the same drey eyes you had in you. He looked at you in a different kind of gleem; one that was far from how he looks at a volleyball or his passion.

This look was for the love of his life— You.

"Baby, you look like you've something so unreal."

He lets out an airy laugh at the peak of your lips that have parted seconds ago from being lost in the scene.

"Sometimes I really think you're ethereal, Kou."

Every detail of his small movements you can see, he was biting his lips from squealing on how cute you were being in a love dazed trance, and part of him was biting back the blush from the sweet casts of worded spells that escaped your lips.

Every praise and compliment you would offer him with full sincerity and love has decorated his thoughts from the day you became his, brighter things became impossibly blinding for him as your love grew for him.

From highschool sweethearts, his university baby, his number one fan and to his now proposed fiancee. Everything was getting brighter yet he chooses not to look away from the glow you in this world of his exists.

And who are you to hide that you think the same to your soon to be husband?

"I tried making today perfect for your birthday. I'm sorry I could only think of this, you must've been tired from practice, I didn't want you to have to dress up formally if we were going to celebrate in a restaurant."

He had always made everyday seem like a life anyone would kill for. Everyday was like a fairytale coming true with him, and yet the guilt and thoughts of you doing less in a relationship to give him what he truly deserves is always there.

"How can you say this isn't already perfect when you're the only one topping all of these?"

So slick and sly, and so heart warming of him to assure your ocean of anxieties. There isn't a day Bokuto would leave you in that mind of yours and a day where he never speaks what his heart wanted you to hear.

"Then," crawling closer to him with your knees on the blanket, holding the cake steadily in front of him with your back shielding the candles from the calmed wind, you raised it up a little to his lips level and smiled lovingly,

"Will you make a wish?"

Life seemed to always have been on his side since the day he had graduated. He had mastered being the "Only Ace" that didn't need to be coddled anymore, he had become the official starting member of a world famous volleyball team which was the Black Jackals as his passionate job and dream, became Japan's strongest team, he had the loving supporting friends, family and fans from all around the world, and now he had the girl who has always been there for him soon to become his wife.

What more can he ask if all his wishes came true in a blink of an eye?

He thought about it carefully. It seemed childish to believe that wishes do come true, but when his eyes were settled on your dreamy ones, everything that has happened in his life came by in a flash as he grows another age older, another opportunity to make more beautiful memories.

And so, with his eyes closed and a soft smile on his face, he blows out the candles from the cake, the oddly satisfying smell of the fire coming off filling your nostrils as the delicious scent of the pastry follows.

Grinning with your eyes crinkling as well, you began to cut a small slice for the both of you to enjoy as the night was closing in to its end. It had been a fun evening, just you, him, piled in food and the beautiful atmosphere other's wouldn't be able to witness. It was all too good.

"So, what did you wish for?"

Both of you were chewing on the soft sponge cake as your head was on his shoulder, his arm around yours to keep you warm after noticing how you were shivering a lot a whole ago.

He swallows his dessert down, licking the left over frosting in his lips with his hand instinctively rubbing your shoulders as a small sign of affection and soothing touch for him. He just loved how his hands were bigger and able to hold your soft, warm body against him.

"I wished for you to be as happy as I am now."

You loved how he would smile with his teeth showing. Only even more with the stars and moon highlighting his prominent features, and only you were able to witness this because he was all yours.

"You didn't have to give me your wish. You're lucky I made a wish for you as well."

"And what would that be, baby?"

The next line he hears coming from you made his heart race and his face heated. But he didn't over react to it, instead, he had pulled you even closer, placing both your emptied plates down as he muzzles his face on the side of your exposed neck, not before pulling your face for his own birthday kiss and muttering in your ear how he was anticipating his extra birthday gift later at your shared home when he noticed how short and revealing your dress was for the occasion.

"I wish you would continue to shine in your own way. Because for the longest time, you have always been the brightest star in the world."

[alarriefantasy]

Do you have any historical recs?? I love Victorian era but I’ll take really anything. Thank you!

I have been wanting to do this one for a while, glad you asked me!!! :)  Here you go, darling!! :)

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Or, a fic loosely based on Corazon Salvaje.

Chasing Empty Spaces by Lis (domesticharry)

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The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

Coax the Cold by MediaWhore

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England, 1897.

English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.

Victorian Boy by DonnaHaywardsHead

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Victorian AU. Harry the virgin Duke of Somerset knows little of love, while Louis the sly Duke of Warwick knows too much. When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in York, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis’ bed. But when secrets from Louis’ dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn’t the only one being hunted.

A Taste of Desire by casuallyhl

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Or, a Victorian ABO where Harry is the owner of the most successful cotton mill in Manchester, and Louis is an opinionated social activist about to disrupt Harry’s world.

The Florentine Letters by forreveries

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The edge of summer has just begun to dawn over the university campus, exams are almost over and the dust is just beginning to settle over the desks.Harry Styles, in the last years of his PHD study of The Renaissance, has managed to maintain a safe existence within the walls of his books and classes and late night romances. He’s made a place that’s safe from the expectations of high brow society and the cold stare of his father.That is, until an all too sharp, all too witty, and all too handsome man walks into his life.Louis, the cocky man with the smile, brings with him a strange object - declaring that it’s a puzzle piece from the one and only Leonardo Da Vinci. He speaks of age old mysteries, and puzzles that cannot be solved without Harry’s help. Immediately, Harry is quite literally swept off his feet, and together they take their chances on the find of a life time - Da Vinci’s lost works.But what Louis doesn’t mention is the high stakes game of cat and mouse that comes with chasing things that do not belong to you. A game where nothing, and no one, is as they seem.

credit to the owner of the manip

updated 07.21.2019

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Introduction/Appreciation for SVT

~Hello Gorgeous Beings~

This is going to be an appreciation/introduction try blog into Seventeen.

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Seventeen is a 13 member group that debuted in May of 2015, under Pledis Entertainment. Their group name is representative of an equation, 13 members + 3 units +1 team = Seventeen. Their fandom name is ‘Carat’ and their fandoms colours are Rose Quartz and Serenity.

In this blog I will be giving a short description of each of the members just to give a brief overview of these amazing men. I’ve also included a video that I edited to try to help with identifying faces

Here is a link to the introduction video, I apologise, it could not be uploaded to YouTube due to copyright claims from Loen Entertainment. If you’re struggling with matching faces I would say it’s a good video to watch but I may be bias since I made the video.

Thank you in advance in viewing for this blog and if you’re still struggling learning Seventeen, then feel free to message me and I am more than happy to help!

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The dynamic of this group never ceases to amaze me. They are seriously one big family, like many group's. Even though there are so many of them, they are all still amazing friends. Now I will do a little introduction for each of the members! (Please keep in mind that most of the stuff I say like, “He is one of the best blahblah” that is my opinion, I realise that there are many incredible idols out there) Starting with the leader;  

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»» S.Coups

Stage name: S.Coups (에스.쿱스)

Birth name: Choi Sung Cheol (최승철)

Position: Leader, Hip Hop Team Leader, Main Rapper

Birthday: 08 August 1995

»» S.Coups is known as SVT’s father, he is possibly one of the most caring leaders I know. 

»» He is a scaredy cat but at the same time you wouldn’t want to make him mad due to his seven years of learning Taekwondo. 

»» In the One Fine Day series, during any games that are being played or any decisions that need to be made, S.Coups get very passionate and competitive. 

»» To explain his stage name, the “S” stands for Sungcheol and Seventeen and Coups means “big success”. 

»» Despite his outward appearance he is quite affectionate and sentimental, he truly cares for his members, a recent example of this is when someone threw their phone onto stage, as S.Coups picked it up to give it to security you could clearly see he was upset.

»» All in all he is an incredible leader, who has a manly exterior and a squishy personality.

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»» Jeonghan

Stage Name: Jeonghan (정한)

Birth Name: Yoon Jung Han (윤정한)

Position:  Vocalist

Birthday: 04 October 1995

»» This man’s singing is absurdly incredible. One of his nicknames is Angel, which backed up by his angelic voice (<-okay, sorry that was a bit much, but you get my point), but seriously the nickname comes from his birthday, Oct 4th, 1004, which in Korean is “Cheonsa” which means “Angel”. 

»» Jeonghan will literally nap anywhere he can, he has called himself the weakest member simply because he tires easily. 

»» He may seem quiet but he is not always like that, he can get sassy at times. 

»» Jeonghan is also known as the mother of the group sometimes, he can always be seen helping the Chinese members if they are stuck and do not understand something. 

»» He is a truly valuable member of Seventeen.

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»» Joshua

Stage Name: Joshua (조슈아)

Birth Name: Hong Jisoo (홍지수)

Position: Vocalist

Birthday: 30 December 1995

»» Gentleman Josh. He is one of the American members and him, along with Vernon, are mostly in charge of any English translations that are needed. 

»» This man is so dreamy, he can play guitar and sing like there is no limit, I would say that I think his vocals are one of the most under appreciated in the vocal team. 

»» He is extremely caring and can be seen looking after the younger members. He is known as the gentleman because he does not anger easily and he has a soft, gentle voice. 

»» Joshua is a Christian, he used to attend church often when he lived in America and was part of the chaplaincy team, playing guitar for them.

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»» Jun

Stage Name: Jun (준)

Birth  Name: Wen Junhui (文俊辉)

Korean Name: Moon Jun Hwi (문준회)

Position: Lead Dancer, Sub Vocalist

Birthday: 10 June 1996

»» One of the gorgeous Chinese members. He has a quiet and mysterious charm about him that is very hard to resist, when in reality he is very extra and can get quite weird. 

»» Jun has quite a bit of confidence in his looks and, from what I remember, ranks himself third best looking. He was/is an actor in China. 

»» Jun is an affectionate member, he can be seen hugging the other members quite often. He isn’t the greatest at Korean but is still a very hardworker. 

»» Jun can be extremely soft and adorable, his smile is so contagious that you can’t help but smile. 

»» Did I mention that he is an awesome singer? Here is a little clip of him shyly singing a Chinese lullaby

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»» Hoshi

Stage Name: Hoshi (호시)

Birth Name: Kwon Soonyoung (권순영)

Position: Performance Team Leader, Main Dancer, Sub Vocalist

Birthday: 15 June 1996

»» Where do I even start with Prince Kwon. Well, first off, he is my UB if you haven’t noticed from my profile. I may begin rambling so I apologise in advance. 

»» His stage name Hoshi means ‘star’ in Japanese. 

»» He is one of the most hard working members in the group, he is the performance team leader and he also choreographs many of the group's dances. 

»» You would not want to meet him in a dark alley though, he is a black belt in Taekwondo and he says that many poses in Taekwondo are similar to dancing and that’s how he became interested in dancing. 

»» The passion he has while participating in his art whether it be through his singing or dancing is breathtakingly gorgeous, he could make even the coldest person feel warm. 

»» He has the most aegyo I swear, he is so squishy and adorable, watch him at fansigns melts my heart. 

»» One of his nicknames is 10:10 because of the shape of his eyes. 

»» Hoshi is incredibly adorable off stage, looking out for younger members and incredibly rude on stage, but hey, I’m not complaining.

»» He will forever be my favourite SHINee fanboy. His fanboy side is absolutely adorable.

»» The way his hands move is incredible, I could watch a compilation of his [jellyfish|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkfJCvPQ6cw] for hours on end and not get bored.

»» His passion for his art makes me cry. Honestly, you can see how much he loves what he does and how much he loves thee group he is in.

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»» Wonwoo

Stage Name: Wonwoo (원우)

Birth Name: Jeon Wonwoo (전원우)

Position: Lead Rapper

Birthday: 17 July 1996

»» Our deep voiced rapper, omg. He may come off as harsh in the beginning due to his sharp features and cold outside but he is honestly a really kind hearted person. 

»» He doesn’t like doing aegyo, but even though he doesn’t like it he will do it on the rare occasion. 

»» In the words of one of my friends “Not only is he cute but he is gorgeous, tall, and has a voice deeper than the pacific ocean”. 

»» I am not a rapper myself but I know a decent rapper when I hear one, and damn Wonwoo is an awesome rapper (<- his rap starts after 1:35). 

»» Wonwoo is truly a massive dork at heart. He also loves to read in his spare time.

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»» Woozi

Stage Name: Woozi (우지)

Birth Name: Lee Jihun (이지훈)

Position: Vocal Team Leader, Lead Vocalist

Birthday: 22 November 1996

»» Woozi singing is seriously one of the most unimaginably incredible sounds ever, his falsetto gives me life. His solo song simple literally caused me to cry.

»» He is in charge of composing and writing lyrics are some of their songs. Even his dance is absolutely incredible. I love watching his focused cams.

»» He may be small but he is very feisty, but still adorable. When it comes down to it though he is very kind.

»» He refuses to believe that he is adorable when honestly he is probably one of the most adorable members in SVT. On the Yang and Nam show he finally admitted that he is cute.

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»» DK

Stage Name: DK (도겸)

Birth Name: Lee Seokmin (이석민)

Position: Main Vocalist

Birthday: 18 February 1997

»» Extra, that’s all I can really say about Dokkyeomie, he can be very extra and random. He can be very lively but he is adorable and sensitive as well.

»» His high notes can cure cancer I swear, whenever I hear his voice I shed a tear.

»» He works very hard to bring his positive energy to the other members and to Carats. Dk, Seungkwan and Hoshi make the gag trio, known as comedy relief, they aim to bring smiles and happiness into others.

»» His laugh and smile are very distinctive, his eyebrows either go up or down with his laugh. I can never help but smile or giggle with him. His aegyo is extremely cringey but still extremely adorable.

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»» Mingyu

Stage Name: Mingyu (민규)

Birth Name: Kim Mingyu (김민규)

Position: Lead Rapper, Face of the Group

Birthday: 06 April 1997

»» Ahhhh Housewife Ming, he is so  adorable. Mingyu is known for being the visual of the group, as is evident by his amazingly good looks.

»» He is the member who eats the most, he can be seen eating in the background of pretty much any videos of SVT.

»» He is both the tallest and the loudest members out of the group. Many of the members have said that he is a lot different from their original thoughts of him. As one of my other friends said, his looks is contrasted by his personality, he looks like a chic and cool guy but honestly he is a giant adorable puppy.

»» Mingyu is known as Housewife Ming because he is good with his hands, he cooks and cleans, he is also able to repair things.

»» His rapping is absolutely amazing and could make the angels weep, I love his voice so much.

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»» The8

Stage Name: The8 (디에잇)

Birth Name: Xu Minghao (徐明浩)

Korean Name: Seo Myung Ho (서명호)

Position: Lead Dancer, Sub Vocalist

Birthday: 07 November 1997

»» Gorgeous, gorgeous Minghao, this human being is absolutely adorable. He is so fluffy and gorgeously shy, this is due to his inability to understand Korean at times.

»» His singing and dancing are both amazing, being hypnotized by him is extremely easy while watching him dance. He is in charge of ‘b-boying’ in the group and will often be seen doing a fancy flip, like in Don’t Wanna Cry.

»» He has been practising the art of Wushu (chinese martial arts) since he was five years old. On their most recent Weekly Idol appearance he exhibits his skills. He also won a prize at the National Children’s martial arts competition.

»» Minghao is exceedingly hardworking, he is not great at Korean, yet he still perseveres in learning and growing.

»» If you ever have spare time you should definitely have a look at some of his fancams, he is an incredible dancer.

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»» Seungkwan

Stage Name: Seungkwan (승관)

Birth Name: Boo Seung Kwan (부승관)

Position: Main Vocalist

Birthday: 16 January 1998

»» This guy I swear, he is amazingly funny and an incredible singer. He has such an amazing personality that it is hard to resist smiling whenever he is talking.

»» His attempts at speaking English are always adorable and funny to hear, especially if you are a native English speaker.

»» Boo is absolutely gorgeously amazing. He has the most adorable visuals and he can dance and sing, just asdfghjkl;. Here is a compilation of his singing, his notes in Pretty U never cease to amaze me.

»» He is extremely extra, he is always very entertaining to watch.

»» And of course how can we talk about Boo Seungkwan without talking about DivaBoo. Here is a Divaboo vs Seungkwan video which will show that difference between Diva and Seungkwan.

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»» Vernon

Stage Name: Vernon (버논)

Birth Name: Hansol Vernon Choi

Position: Main Rapper

Birthday: 18 February 1998

»» Baby DiCaprio. Vernon is well known for looking quite similar to Leonardo DiCaprio.

»» His rapping is simply jaw-dropping. The iconic lines that he has in them middle of his raps are unforgettable. My favourite is “You’re so ice ice baby”, not sure why, I just always get excited to hear it.

»» Memesol, of course, is another  adorable aspect of Vernon. I can never get enough of the random screenshots I’ve found of him pulling the weirdest faces.

»» His dancing should be illegal, and he needs to learn how to keep his tongue in his mouth. I’m signing a petition to make Vernon’s dancing illegal.

»» When he imitates the others singing, I can’t help but smile, especially when he tries to do Seungkwan’s parts. But in reality he has quite a lovely singing voice.

»» His friendship with Seungkwan never fails to make me smile.

»» And I also love his love for his family, he cares so much for his parents and his sister, you can tell he misses them a lot.

»» Last but not least, a random one, [Bubble Hansol|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzeJSBVHYZE]. Do I need to say anything else, plus I love the dramaticness of his fall.

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»» Dino

Stage Name: Dino (디노)

Birth Name: Lee Chan (이찬)

Position: Main Dancer, Lead Rapper, Maknae

Birthday: 11 February 1999

»» Our adorable Maknae. Dino is so adorable and always gets teased for being the youngest.

»» He admires Michael Jackson so much, his covers of Apink’s nonono and EXID’s up and down with a Michael Jackson twist is absolutely endearing.

»» His stage name is an abbreviation of Dinosaur because he wishes to dominate the stage.

»» As he is part of the performance team, he is an incredible dancer. Despite his age he is advanced in his art form and it is simply amazing to watch his dance.

»» His laugh and smile are both amazingly contagious, can never help but smile with him.

»» He is always reluctant to agree that his is Jeonghan’s baby but we all know that he will always be the baby.

»» Dino’s rapping is also an extraordinary aspect to our little maknae.

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All in all you can see how much I love these men! I think that their dynamic is incredible and I hope that through this blog I may have encouraged some more people to become Carats! Please give our men some love and support.

Well this bring us to the end of my blog. I hope that through this post you may have learnt about SVT for the first time or may even have been a Carat before this and have learnt more!

Thank you so much for reading~

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Here’s my Dean/Seamus fake wedding date au for @provocative-envy‘s birthday :) This was really fun to write, and I hope you like it!

“I can’t believe you talked me into doing this,” Seamus grumbles, trying valiantly to magic his tie into something less of a catastrophe.

“Hey, it’s just for a night,” Dean reminds him. “I don’t want Ginny thinking I’m alone—she’ll feel guilty, it’ll ruin her night—and with you living here, everyone already thinks we’re together. Why not just… go along with it?”

“How do you have a better opinion of your ex-girlfriend than I do?” Seamus asks incredulously. “Remember, I was the one who had to sit through your endless why-won’t-Ginny-love-me monologues at all hours of the night in sixth year—”

“Hey!” Dean hits him lightly on the arm, offended.

“It’s true!” protests Seamus. “And now she’s getting married, and… nothing? I have to be the one mournfully condemning the tragedy of love lost while you caper about, drinking and eating yourself sick on that fucking amazing singing mousse? I refuse.”

“Then swallow your pride and have fun at the wedding with me, you wanker,” Dean retorts affectionately, and knocks Seamus’s wand aside to fix his tie with his hands. “There.”

They take a moment to admire themselves in the mirror, and Seamus’s glance drifts over to Dean, tall and handsome in his dark blue suit. He’s painfully aware of the close proximity of their hands, knuckles almost brushing.

Seamus clears his throat, jokingly offering Dean his arm. “Our carriage awaits, my liege.”

“By carriage, I take it you mean our Portkey,” says Dean, smiling and summoning the Portkey from the kitchen, where it lay next to the colorful invitation. “And by ‘my liege,’ I hope you meant ‘temporary boyfriend,’ because that’s your role for the next six hours.”

“Six hours?” Seamus says disbelievingly, but the Portkey sweeps them away into a whirlwind of sound and color before Dean can do anything but laugh.

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The venue turns out to be the area behind the Lovegoods’ house.  It actually looks quite nice, for a wedding half-planned by Luna Lovegood. Dirigible Plum trees line the aisle, luminous fairy lights twinkling from the branches. The tents look to be handpainted (”Luna,” Dean tells Seamus fondly) in a medley of vivid hues that mimic the sunset. 

“Dean! Seamus!” Hermione Granger hurries up to them, clad in a rather sensible dark blue sheath dress with matching bows to keep her curly brown hair in check. She gives them each a quick hug, mind already spinning in a different direction. “So lovely to see you! It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it? I’m sorry we haven’t seen more of each other–the Ministry’s in absolute shambles and there aren’t many competent wizards to deal with it, so they’ve called in some of us former DA members to fill empty slots. These last three years have been a shitshow, to be frank, but we’ve been clearing it up as best we can. Kingsley’s doing wonderfully as Minister, of course, but there’s still corruption to weed out! I’ve hardly been getting my usual 5 hours, there’s so much to do. Anyway, how are things? I haven’t heard a word from you since–was it the May reunion?”

Dean shoots an amused look at Seamus. Good old Hermione. “We’ve been good,” he begins, “Settling in and living as normally as we can. Seamus has been working at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, helping George out. I’ve been pursuing a career as an artist–”

“Oh,” Hermione whispers, cutting them a guilty look. “It’s starting–better go.  Sorry to stop you there, Dean; magical artistry is fascinating. See you at the reception!” She gives Seamus’s arm a quick squeeze, then moves towards the front to stand with the rest of the bridesmaids. 

Though there aren’t any chairs, there are wooden benches reminiscent of the Great Hall, and Seamus and Dean slide in next to– “Is that Pansy Parkinson?” mutters Dean. Seamus squints and oh fuck yes it is, but she shoots them a poisonous look out of the corner of her eye as if anticipating a nasty remark, and Seamus just accepts that things have changed since the war, things have changed so drastically that Pansy Parkinson is attending the wedding of two notorious war heroes at which Harry Potter himself happens to be. But he can still hear the echo of her shrill, accusing voice, and scoots a little closer to Dean, who looks over and seems to immediately understand, his hand settling just once, just briefly, on Seamus’s thigh, a warm weight that both startles and comforts him. But before he can really think about why his stomach suddenly feels fairly invaded with butterflies, the music starts and he has to choke down a laugh (because it’s fucking pan flutes accompanied by a singer warbling in a Scottish brogue–of course it is) and the two women walk down the aisle, accompanied by their fathers. Arthur Weasley beams proudly, fairly bursting with joy, and Ginny looks radiant, smiling widely at everyone and gliding gracefully in a gold-trimmed lace gown that clings to every contour and brings out the shine in her sleek red hair. Luna’s pretty much floating on thin air, a dreamy, happy smile on her face and Xenophilius aside her, in matching light blue. They stop when they reach the minister, a small man who seems to officiate every magical wedding. Their vows are fucking poetic, honestly, and Seamus sneaks a glance at Dean and Dean’s tearing up, which in turn makes him get choked up, because sometimes he remembers just how good and kind of a person Dean is and it fucking overwhelms him.

“And you may now… er, you both may now kiss the bride!” proclaims the minister, and Luna kisses Ginny on the nose, which makes Ginny laugh and pull her into a passionate kiss. 

The reception takes place in the painted tents. Plates laden with food so delicious it could only have come from Molly Weasley’s kitchen float by, hovering by each guest as if urging them to take something. They head towards the crowd surrounding Ginny and Luna, and Dean takes Seamus’s hand as the mass of people thickens. Seamus’s shoulders stiffen and there’s those butterflies in his stomach again, which is stupid, since they’ve been holding hands since first year of Hogwarts. And it hasn’t been like, gay, or anything–well, until now, Seamus guesses. Fuck. Shit. But before he can really, truly panic, they reach the happy couple, who look… well, the same, except more lovey-dovey and fancier than usual.

“Hey,” Ginny says, grinning at them. “Glad you could make it.”

Dean hugs Luna first, a long, tight embrace that has Seamus feeling irrationally jealous, then guilty for being jealous, because sometimes he forgets that Luna had been the closest thing Dean had to a best friend during the War, while they were separated. He shakes hands a little awkwardly with Ginny, who rolls her eyes and pulls him into a hug. 

“Have fun tonight,” Ginny says quietly against his neck, and how exactly does she make everything sound like a threat? 

Seamus only smiles warily before he’s passed on to Luna, who kisses her fingers and taps them to his forehead, then nods once and says “Thank you ever so for coming, Seamus. It means very much to Dean.”

“Oh,” Seamus says, nonplussed. He also sometimes forgets that Luna’s one of the most straightforward people he’s ever met. “Er, congratulations!”

She smiles serenely at him, and Dean taps him on the shoulder, a look of poorly disguised exuberance on his face.

“We’re sitting by Viktor Krum,” Dean tells him delightedly.

…

Krum, it turns out, is an excellent drinker. He downs firewhiskeys like water, and it’s fucking amazing to watch, which Dean and Seamus do for like… longer than they would actually admit.

“Quidditch season starts in September,” Krum informs them, eyes mostly on Dean. “Perhaps you would like tickets to our game against Italy, no?”

“How do I say fuck yes in Bulgarian?” Dean merely answers, and Krum snorts, moving a little closer to them.

“Then I will owl them to you,” Krum says with a decisive nod, and he smirks a little at Dean, and oh fuck he’s flirting, Viktor goddamn Krum is flirting with Dean, and how the fuck is Seamus supposed to compete with a world-famous Quidditch star?

Dean smiles roguishly at Krum, and Seamus feels something tighten in his chest at the flash of white teeth and the friendly crinkles around Dean’s eyes. He has to do something about this, whatever this is turning into.

“Yeah, you can owl them to our flat,” Seamus cuts in loudly, grabbing Dean’s hand possessively. 

Krum just sighs and knocks back another shot, then gets up from the bar and stalks away, muttering resignedly in Bulgarian. Dean looks at his retreating back, then at Seamus, eyes quizzical. 

“Okay… want to tell me what that was about?” Dean asks, letting go of Seamus’s hand. 

Seamus grimaces. “C’mon, you know what that was about.” He refuses to meet Dean’s eyes.

Dean just groans and grabs Seamus’s jaw with one hand, forcing their eyes to meet. “Listen. I’m not trolling for a boyfriend at my ex-girlfriend’s wedding, that’s a bit tacky,” Dean tells him. “You don’t have to be ridiculous.”

Something like relief flashes through Seamus, and he almost laughs. “Sorry, mate. Just… something about weddings.”

“I know,” Dean says, and he’s still so close, their noses are barely touching, and Seamus pulls away, stands up. 

“You want to dance?” Seamus asks, and there’s a joke behind the words, of course, but there’s something else too, something new and fragile that he can’t figure out.

Dean merely grins and gets to his feet, and for a moment it’s normal, like their friendship has been ever since Seamus introduced himself on the very first day of Hogwarts with a cheerful “Name’s Seamus Finnigan. Want t’ be friends?” And they had, just like that: best friends, forever and ever. And it’s been easy, it’s been so goddamn easy, up until now. For a moment, Seamus feels them slipping back into their old comradery, but as soon as he recognizes it, it’s shifted back into this weird tension that’s been following them all day.

Seamus’s hand settles on Dean’s waist, and their hands clasp. He almost forgets to breathe. Dean smiles down at him, and it’s a different smile from the one he flashed at the waitress. Softer. More intimate. Seamus smiles reflexively back, tightening his grip on Dean’s hand. Their fingers lace, and his heart beats a little faster. The band is playing something slow and nostalgic that he vaguely remembers from the Yule Ball all those years ago, and the lights dim to a soft gold, and Seamus’s head falls to Dean’s shoulder. Romantic, a little voice says in his brain, and for once he doesn’t fight it. Just… lets it be.

“Hey,” says Dean, quietly, and Seamus looks up. 

“Hey,” he responds, and suddenly they’re kissing, a fucking explosion of pent-up tension and Seamus’s heart is beating so hard it could burst and Dean’s arms are loose around Seamus’s neck, fingers tangling in his hair—

“Want to get out of here?” Dean whispers, and Seamus is too breathless to respond. He just nods and smiles, and they make their way through the crowd, saying distracted goodbyes and holding hands and flashing each other secret smiles.

“We played right into their hands, didn’t we,” says Seamus when they’re a bit outside the mass of tents. 

Dean just shrugs and they Apparate home.

…

What happens next is nobody’s business but their own.

…

Later, when they’re lying under Seamus’s sheets, tangled around each other, Dean confesses that “this was, er, kind of my plan all along?“

“You scheming motherf–”

Fin.