he's definitely dancing in the second one

That video of the guy with his kids interrupting his interview but instead

General Organa : *discussing war and important issues to council via space Skype*

Toddler Ben : * dances in, wielding a toy saber* R2 rolls in behind him

Han : frantically bursts in, attempting to wrangle his unruly toddler and oblivious droid

Sexy Comeback || BTS Reaction

Jin / Seokjin

Jin would be so shocked the moment he saw you come out in nothing but a crop top and the shortest part of shorts he had ever seen before. Every thought in his mind seemed to disappear as he watched you dance and watched the choreography. The innocent girl he had been dating had been completely gone and he was shocked to say the least. 

Originally posted by bangtan-got7-boys

Suga / Yoongi 

Yoongi would love it when the beat broke down into something with a faster pace and you started to rap. He would listen as the lyrics flowed out of your mouth easily, the song being the only thing on his mind as he cheered for you and watched you dance proudly. 

Originally posted by chimchams

J-Hope / Hoseok 

Hoseok would be screaming in the crowd, first in fear, and then he would quickly come down and watch you dance on stage. The actions were downright dirty but Hoseok admired the way your body moved fluidly and the lyrics poured from your mouth. He was proud in that moment and was happy to call himself your boyfriend, watching with nothing but joy in his eyes. 

Originally posted by junghosyub

Rap Monster / Namjoon 

Namjoon would have a raised eyebrow as he met up with you after you performance. His eyes would scan you up and down and he would question about the sudden change, wondering where the innocent child you were went. You would shrug and smile as Namjoon stared at you, taken aback a little bit but completely loving the new look. 

Originally posted by jenorise


Jimin would be blushing as he watched you and would continue to blush as you came up to him after the show, all of his thoughts flowing back to the way you had moved on stage. He would get pouty and say something about only him seeing you like that causing you to laugh. It would definitely take a little bit but soon Jimin would love the change and enjoy watching you on stage. 

Originally posted by jiminboi

V / Taehyung

When he first saw you in person after the performance he would be hugging you and congratulating you a ton. He would be so happy to see you branching out and trying new things. The dance and outfit gracing his mind for merely seconds before he continued to attack you and give you millions of hugs and kisses. 

Originally posted by 6-15am


Jungkook would have two very different reactions to watching you on stage. On one hand he would love to see you trying something new and owning an entirely new concept with everything you had, and on the other he would get flustered and blushy as he watched you dance on stage, not realizing you were able to dance and bend like that. 

Originally posted by smut4bangtan

No Strings (IX)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,030

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by gotmeolk

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A Winter’s Ball

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: flirting, the 40s, hamilton, gay peggy, unprotected sex, no foreplay, sex in a tent, soldier!kink, she wears his hat, musicals, 

Word Count: 1848

so this is a 40′s bucky tale based off of the song from “Hamilton: An American Musical” and i don’t own the song or the concept, i just thinking it’s a pretty saucy number thanks (#dontsuemelin) this also includes a wee bit of “Helpless” because Eliza sure knows how to set a scene, thanks sweetness <3

also in this you, the reader, have two sisters. sorry if you don’t have two sisters, you can just pretend they’re your two best friends or something. if you don’t have two best friends, then pretend it’s me and my sister. also i gave them the classic names, so that’s what you gotta refer to your sisters/friends as now. not sorry tbh <3

Originally posted by complete-fandom-trashhh

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Fair Play

This one took me forever to finish! Hope you guys enjoy it <3 Thanks @pennigg101297 for the beta!

Something ecstatic, for sure. Harry stared at the red cup in his hand… was it really his hand? It seemed completely detached from his body. The boy looked up. Yep, definitely something

The whole room was a recreation of those psychedelic movies. Purple, blue, green, red, the colorful lights blurring everything and everyone else. There were people on the ground, laughing at absolutely nothing, boys with girls and boys with boys and girls with girls and even trios, Merlin’s tits, the whole room exhaled teenage hormones. Someone, Harry suspected it was Dean because he was almost sure that was muggle music, made sure to choose agitated songs, those that practically force you to tap your foot to the beat even when you don’t feel like dancing at all.

Harry dropped his head, eyeing his seemingly detached foot, tapping to the beat. Where the hell were Ron and Hermione?

A very clear memory of his two best friends half naked snogging each other assaulted his mind before he could examine the room.

‘Bloody hell’ he rubbed his eyes like that would be able to erase the awful experience. Okay, he better not search for them this time. Though Hermione wouldn’t go doing… things with Ron if she knew people were pouring drugs into each other’s drinks, right? This was a common room, for God’s sake. An eighth year common room full of grown up students, but still, drugs!

'Haaaaarryyyyy!’ Luna’s round blue eyes stared at him through an unknown fog. She smiled widely, blinking once, twice… and bursting out laughing, most probably at Harry’s confused expression. 'Why aren’t we dancing?' 


Luna giggled again, letting her arms move lazily, tangling in her long purple skirt. 

He could bet the fabric was enchanted, twirling so beautifully in the air like that. Harry stared for longer than he’d planned to, realizing much too late that Luna had already stopped and was eyeing him, her bright eyes fixed on Harry’s feet.  

'Well, you’re already dancing’ she tugged at his sleeve, pulling him with her towards the center of the room. It wasn’t his fault that his feet wouldn’t obey his brain, choosing instead to follow the beat, - louder as Harry approached the crowd - tapping frantically to it. the absence of Ron and Hermione brought a weird feeling to his stomach. He downed the rest of his drink quickly, butterflies replacing the sensation immediately. If they could enjoy the night, so could him, he thought to himself, relaxing his shoulders as best as he could. 

Harry opened his eyes without noticing he’d closed them, his whole body electrified with the feeling of being carried away by the music. Luna was dancing with Ginny now, her girlfriend, Harry had to remind himself, smiling a bit. If anyone else were to end up with Ginny, Harry would probably be a bit worried - after all he cared about her - but Luna was Luna, someone who treated Ginny like a flower, giving her the space she needed to grow. 

The music changed again, a faster song now was drumming through the soles of his feet. Harry turned around, letting himself once again be sweapt away. He could blame in on the alcohol later. 


And the drugs someone had put in his drink. Not just anyone, apparently, since Pansy kept giving him and Blaise that awful smile that could be easily translated as 'I’m being a Slytherin right now’. He looked at his feet for the tenth time in less than five minutes, the bloody thing tapping to that nauseating beat. Draco growled, marching towards the poorly improvised dance floor where his friend kept rubbing herselft all over Theo Nott. 

'What did you put in it?’ Draco inquired, lifting his chin as high as he could to emphasize his height. Pansy rolled her eyes, her arms still hooked around Theo’s neck. 

'Where?’ she turned around slightly to face Draco.

'My drink’ he forced the words to come out, all his strengh focused on keeping his feet still.

Pansy cackled, exchanging a knowing look with the other boy before returning her eyes to Draco. He was still frowning at her, distracted enough that he didn’t have time to fight back Theo’s tight grip on his waist.

Before he knew what was happening, Draco was dancing, squeezed between Pansy on his front and Nott on his back. 

'Just relax, Draco’ she whispered in his ear, thankfully backing away a bit.

'You know you want this’ Theo whispered too, making the hair on his nape stand almost immediately. The boy took a step back, leaving enough space for Draco to run. Not that he would, he most certainly couldn’t.

The sensation was exhilarating. Dancing, he remembered himself, though what he knew about dancing had nothing to do with that. Wizards - well named wizards - took part at ballroom dancing, with proper pairs, slowly, not to the beat of muggle music in crowded spaces. What he was doing seemed so… dirty. He looked around, noticing how no one appeared to care about traditional morals at all. Most surprisingly, no one seemed to care that Draco didn’t care, because at that very moment, as the music resonated through him, he didn’t. He closed his eyes again, letting his head roll around his neck, the tension easily slipping away. So Draco danced, he danced like he expected his father to burst throught the portrait at any second to ruin everything. And when Pansy pushed another one of those - horrenduous - red cups in his hand, he downed it all in one go.

'Come’ Pansy guided him towards one corner of the room that seemed to be even more crowded than the dancefloor. A long wooden table, much like those found in the Great Hall, but a lot smaller, was circulated by students, whistling and shouting at-

'What the fuck’ Draco was sure he was gaping. 

One of the Patil girls and Lavender Brown were dancing on top of it, their skirts so short Draco could bet those closer to the table could see everything underneath it. That was when he spotted a familiar face.

Blaise was on the front row, winking and smirking at Brown, who pretended not to notice him. Draco eyed Pansy, her anger tangible. 

'Can’t let that bitch steal my boys, can I?’

Shit, Draco knew that look.

'Pansy-’ the girl ignored him, pulling at his sleeve and forcing her way through the mass until they reached the table. 

'Just look at them, Draco, poor things’ It was obvious she wasn’t talking to him, her eyes fixed on Patil and Brown. From where they stood the girls could hear them perfectly, as it was proven when they both turned their attentions to Pansy, fumming.

'Fuck off, Parkinson’ Brown seemed wild, like she could jump Pansy at any moment. It was almost funny that they didn’t stop dancing despite the tension in the air. 

'Are you afraid of a little competition, dear?’ Pansy’s smile was wicked and Draco couldn’t help the little smirk forming on his lips. Competition wasn’t exactly the right word for that, because Pansy wasn’t one to play fair. 

Patil turned around to get out of the table, worried eyes darting from Pansy to her friend. Brown, however, didn’t seem like backing away, her hips continuously swaying as she blowed a kiss in Blaise’s direction. Blaise whistled, his dazzling smile encouraging Brown to come closer and she did, ignoring the Slytherin girl completely.

The sound of fabric being ripped in half was followed by something flying straight to Blaise’s face. Draco couldn’t see what it was at first, everyone around him trying to take a look as well while Pansy laughed so loud some of the students at the dancefloor were sending her curious looks. 

Brown got out of the table immediately, her face livid with absolute rage, completely red from embarassment. Draco thought for a second she was going to hex them, but she turned around and ran upstairs to the girls room, followed by Patil who seemed horrified. 

That was when Draco saw Blaise struggling to remove the pink knickers glued to his face. 

'You wicked bitch’ Draco snorted, half amused and half disgusted. Pansy grinned at him, used to Draco’s sweet words after years of friendship.

A new song had started to play, the beat not as fast as the last one, but definitely sexier. Pansy took off her heels, throwing them carelessly to the side.

'You’re coming up with me' 

She got up on the table, taking the Gryffindor’s place. Pansy danced like a Slytherin, which meant all eyes were glued on her the second she swayed her hips. Draco rolled his eyes, still too drunk to make rational decisions apparently, and followed her. It was… intimidating, if not terrifying, to have so many people staring at him from below. Empowering too, now that he could think about it. He started to move, smirking as a few of Pansy’s admirers turned their eyes to him instead, some completely shocked to see Draco Malfoy dancing on top of a table. Whatever, he didn’t have the energy to worry about it that night. 

'Someone bring Harry!' 

The words resonated inside his head and Draco felt all color leave his face. He searched the faces below him, desperately trying to identify who had said that. 

Pansy kept dancing unfazed by his side. Maybe, if he was lucky, she wouldn’t notice if he disappeared in the middle of the crowd. He could try to run upstairs and spend the rest of-

The crowd opened in front of him so Finnigan could push Potter to the front row. 

Green eyes locked with grey as the beat changed again.  

No, Draco felt his face hot, his whole body fervent. That was the first time he’d seen Potter since the trial, in which he was condemned to house arrest until the begginig of his eighth year. Draco had had time to think, plenty of time and silence to think about what he’d done. What Potter had done. Gratitute wasn’t something Draco was ready to feel, but it’d assaulted him nonetheless. The thing was, allowing himself to feel thankful for what he’d done altered the whole way he saw Potter now.

No, he thought again, as Potter took a step forward.


He should run away, turn around and leave. Malfoy was right there in front of him, and he wasn’t ready. Those eyes were the only ones capable of seeing through him, making Harry feel small. He didn’t know why, after all it wasn’t like Malfoy felt any more confident them himself. He looked as desperate as Harry to leave, hide.

He took another step forward, the beat vibrating under his skin. 

'Let’s see who does it better!’ Parkinson suddenly said, followed by a round of whistles and applauses. The girl jumped off the table after winking at Malfoy who seemed about to faint.  'You look scared, Potter. Think you can handle a dancing competition?’ Harry stared at her, gaping because even though Parkinson had already apologized to him, more than once after trying to hand him over to Voldemort the previous year, he was almost sure that didn’t classify them as friends now. She winked again, at him this time, gesturing towards the table.

Malfoy was still staring at him, his feet tapping to the beat contrasting with the rest of his tense body. The drugs, Harry thought to himself while Seamus practically threw him on top of the table. Malfoy had taken them too, apparently. That’s why he’s not running away either… he can’t

Harry got up, the height enough to make him self aware of the huge amount of people staring expectantly at them. Fuck, why did that beat seem so different than the rest? He turned his head to the side, meeting Malfoy’s eyes again. 

'It’s just dancing’ Harry found himself whispering, loud enough for Malfoy to hear, but not the front row of people. They were still staring at each other, making it seem like Harry’s words were meant to be some sort of confort to Malfoy when, in fact, Harry spoke them more to himself. Surprisingly, Malfoy’s shoulders relaxed a bit at that, his shocked expression distracting him enough that his body started moving again. Harry let it wash over him, the music replacing the anxiety bublling in his stomach. It was just dancing, and competing with Malfoy wouldn’t hurt, not this time. 

'Is this the best you can do, Potter?’ the words sent electric waves to his body, firing him up like only Malfoy could. It didn’t matter that there were people staring at him, watching his every move. Malfoy had just challenged Harry, like old times and, fuck, he’d missed this. 

His whole body turned towards the blond, instinctively, Harry’s hands flying to the hem of his hoody and yanking it from the top of his head. People cheered around him and Harry let a smirk form in his lips.

'You wish, Malfoy’

He knew the black shirt he had underneath was a bit too tight - who knew he’d be forced to take the bloody hoddie off - but the way Malfoy’s eyes roamed over his torso had Harry gulping with a dry throat.

'Like what you see?’ Fuck, what was wrong with him? The alcohol, Harry reminded himself resentfully. 

Malfoy, however, took that as a challenge, not an offense as Harry had expected.

He swayed his hips, a wicked smile on his face, and took a step forward.
'Do you?’ his eyes were fixed on Harry’s again.

The thing was, there wasn’t that much space between them in the first place. Now, there was no space at all. 

Malfoy swayed his hips again, brushing their thighs. People went wild with that, encouraging him when he opened the two last buttons of his shirt, exposing a tiny bit of his belly. 

This can’t be Malfoy

Harry’s brain was short circuiting. Malfoy had that look on his face, wicked, completely in control, and this time Harry had to admit he was. Because the moment Malfoy stood with his back to everyone else and forced another button to pop open, offering a complete vision of his navel only for Harry to see, Harry’s body bucked forward without his consent, the heat of Malfoy’s skin radiating through the black fabric of Harry’s shirt where they touched.  

With that, Harry wasn’t dancing against Malfoy anymore, he was dancing with him. 

Malfoy’s arms came to rest on Harry’s shoulders, bringing them even closer. Harry could hear a few gasps, but they were muffled by the whistles and cheers.

It didn’t matter. He felt dizzy and couldn’t blame it on the drugs anymore. He couldn’t stop, they couldn’t stop, the beat so brilliant Harry could bet his heartbeat was in sync with it.  And Malfoy… Malfoy was pressed against him, his hair tickling Harry’s cheek and his hot breath making Harry’s lips tingle.

Harry glanced around, realizing most people who had been watching them seemed to be as lost in the music as they were. 

He wouldn’t waste a second this time.


Draco lost his balance when Potter suddenly backed away. He tried to even his breath, his mind a complete mess, trying to predict if Potter was going to hex him, or worse, mock him, when a firm grip on his wrist brough his attention back. Potter was pulling him with him, quietly signaling to one end of the table that seemed to be the only way out. Draco followed, much to his own surprise because who knew if Potter wasn’t going to hex him where no one could see?

Back to firm ground again, Draco was immediately pinned against the closest wall, the darkest corner of the room.

Potter kept moving, dancing against him.

'Malfoy… Can I-’

He bucked his hips again, the apparent bulge in his pants pressing against Draco’s in the best way possible. Draco gasped, his eyes never leaving Potter’s. It was dark, but not enough that he couldn’t see the way his pupils dilated when his hand pressed against Draco’s hard crotch through his pants.

His moan was muffled my Potter’s lips devouring his mouth, biting and licking like a hungry beast. 

Their kiss was filled with all the tension both boys carried on their shoulders. It wasn’t soft, it was bruising, both of them relishing every trace of animosity and regret. Draco could feel himself burning and melting in it, at the way Harry’s hand dig his nails in his thigh, bringing it up around his hip; at the way  Harry pressed against him, pinning Draco completely to the wall.

Potter backed away slightly, enough for them to breath before kissing him again, slower this time. Draco threaded his fingers in the black locks, bringing Harry as close as he could while his other thigh was lifted to wrap around Harry’s waist. Harry’s hand supported him there, firmly pressed against the wall and- Fuck, Draco felt the whole lengh of it, rubbing up and down, up and down against his- 


The lights were suddenly  turned on, lighting up the common room completely. Several complaints arose from all sides, intensified when the music was gone.

It took Harry two seconds to realize that the force that was compelling him to dance was no longer there, and that it had nothing to do with his desire to press his body against Malfoy’s. What he did not know was if he should be relieved or scared when Malfoy did not seem to want to leave either, his hips rolling over Harry’s in the most delightful way possible, the friction sending small shocks of pleasure up his spine. 

Someone gasped beside him, the noise enough to bring them both back to their senses. Their mouths parted, breaking the kiss and leaving Malfoy’s red and swollen lips to show as proof of what they had been doing, of what Harry had done. 

He’d kissed Malfoy. Harry Potter had kissed Draco Malfoy willingly. There were no drugs, just the enchanted music, he realized, and it wasn’t enough to explain why he felt that pang in his chest when Malfoy turned around and ran, leaving Harry to face all his shocked classmates alone.


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Identity Part Five (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Word Count: 1489

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

AN: This is the last part of identity :(

I hope everybody enjoyed it as much as I did but I have some exciting stuff coming up don’t worry. You can read part one, two, three and four here

Ever since that night in Peter’s room you’d been avoiding the boy like he was the plague. You couldn’t believe you’d almost kissed Peter Parker. You didn’t even realise that you felt that way about him. Now it was the night of the dance and Ned was waiting for you in the living room. Exiting your room was a struggle in the heels you weren’t used to but you were determined to bare through the pain as you practically waddled over to your date. “Alright be honest. On a scale of one to ten how trash do I look. Because I feel horrendous in these heels." 

Ned however didn’t even notice your strange walking as his jaw dropped open a little in shock at the sight in front of him."Y/N you look amazing.” Your heart swelled at his actions, he was always such a sweetheart. “Oh uh thanks Ned. You look pretty sharp yourself in that suit.” At the compliment he straightened up his posture and smiled confidently. “Oh stop it you’re making me blush." A snort left your mouth unwillingly as you bent over in laughter at your friends actions. After you both came down from your laughter you finally dragged your date with you out the door before you’d be late.

"Y/N you look gorgeous!” Liz squealed before engulfing you in a bone crushing hug. You giggled at her actions before pulling away and admiring her dress as well. "You too Liz but that’s nothing new.“ It was true, that girl could make a plastic bag look amazing. 

"Oh stop it. Wow Ned you don’t look too bad yourself, wait till Betty see’s you.” Liz smirked at your nervous date beside you, her words causing Ned’s eyes to widen as he quickly turned to you. "You told her?!“ His reaction made you chuckle, his crush on Betty Brant was by far the most adorable thing you’d ever seen, how could you not tell Liz about it? "Duh she’s my best friend." Liz placed her hand reassuringly on his shoulder, smiling at the blushing boy beside her. "Don’t worry I won’t tell, but I do ship it." 

Just then sound of that all too familiar voice and a tap on your shoulder startled you. "Y/N?" 

You knew it was the boy you’d been avoiding for weeks now and the thought made you feel incredibly nervous. "Peter." 

Slowly turning around to face the boy you almost fell over at the sight on him in a suit. Who knew that a suit could make a guy look ten times more attractive? Peter seemed to be taken aback by your appearance as well, his eyes widened slightly as they scanned up and down your body. "You look…wow." 

His comment made your cheeks instantly heat up and butterflies swarm in your tummy. "Oh thank you. I like your tie.” You instantly regretted your lame reply as it left your mouth. What the heck did you just say?! You like his tie?! “Uh no I mean you look really nice and attractive all together- i’m just gonna go now." 

Completely embarrassed by your little outburst you begin to walk away but are stopped by the feeling of his hand grasping your own. "No wait!" 

Guilt begins to flood your mind at the desperate tone of his voice. Peter was the only one trying to make things right yet you were running away from the problem like a child. But the way he was looking at you now, you never wanted to run away again. You were sick of running away from these feelings. Taking a deep breath you locked gazes with the boy you were slowly falling for. "I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you it’s just-”

You felt his hands on your shoulders, the actions making you cut off your words not being able to remember what you were even saying. You couldn’t think straight when he was so close to you. He shook his head slightly making a few loose strands of hair drop onto his forehead as a slight grin was forming on his face."Hey I understand, but that’s not why I’m here." 

"Huh?” Your eyebrow rose in confusion. How could he not be absolutely pissed off at you after you’d ignored him the last few weeks. Instead he was standing in front of you appearing almost shy now as he asked a question you never thought you’d hear. "Will you dance with me?“ 

Uncontrollably your face instantly lit up at the proposal, a wide smile you hadn’t worn in a very long time appearing there. "I’d like that.” You couldn’t believe this was happening. What did you do to deserve a guy like Peter Parker? 

He didn’t waste time in taking your hand in his own and guiding you both out onto the dance floor making your cheeks warm at the action. When you finally stopped he placed his hands on your waist nervously, obviously not used to being so close to a girl. You weren’t much better as you timidly placed your hands on his shoulders. As you both awkwardly swayed along to the unknown slow song that was blasting through the speakers you reminded yourself to apologise for your recent actions. "I really am sorry for avoiding you Peter. Honestly I was just embarrassed.“ 

 "About what?" 

Your emotions were visible as you struggled to admit your thoughts, your words instead stumbling out in nervous ramblings. "I…we almost kissed and I probably freaked you out I mean I freaked myself out a bit I don’t even know where those feelings came from-" Then you felt it, his lips pressed against your own. Peter Parker was kissing you. After realising what was happening you eagerly kissed back, loving the feeling of his lips moving against your own. It felt like forever until you both broke apart, leaving each others lips slightly swollen and pink. "That’s what I should have done that day instead of letting you walk out my door." 

His words made your stomach swarm with butterflies, you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this way and weren’t sure if you ever did. However the sight of your best friend catches the corner of your eye making you sigh in realisation. It was obvious to everyone but Liz how Peter felt for her. "But, what about Liz? I know you like her i’m not blind.” The boy in front of you merely shrugged his shoulders before staring into your eyes to make sure you heard every word he spoke. “Maybe I did, but then this girl started questioning me one day after I ran into her in the library. Then I saved her and she knew my name. She cried into my chest and fell asleep on my bed, unaware of how beautiful she looked doing so. Then I almost kissed her but being the fool I was I let her go, afraid of those new feelings. But right now i’m dancing with her and I couldn’t give a damn what Liz thought about me." 

You almost let a tear slip out of your eye at his romantic gesture, you didn’t deserve this boy. Closing the gap between you both you engulfed him in a tight hug, never wanting to let go. "I don’t know what to say. I mean how do I top that?" 

"You don’t have to, just say you like me back." 

Putting your hands on his shoulders you looked him straight in the eyes as you spoke. "Peter Parker, or Spider-man, whoever you want to be. I really really like you too.”

A wide smile appears on his face at your confession, his arms encircling your waist before lifting your body up slightly in the air and twirling you around like in the movies. You giggled into his chest at his actions, also slightly embarrassed as you remembered where you both were. Once he settled you down on the ground another surprising sight caught your eye. "Oh my god!“ You exclaimed excitedly, grabbing Peter’s hand. "What is it?" 

Pointing over at the couple dancing in the far corner you almost let out a squeal. "Ned! He’s slow dancing with Betty!" 

A chuckle escaped his mouth as he saw them, feeling incredibly happy for his best friend. "Why do I feel so proud right now?” You nodded along as you observed the couple, laughing together as they slow danced to the music. "I feel like a proud mother.“ You admitted making your dance partner laugh, gosh you could get used to that sound. As you notice your best friend standing over by the punch bowl you almost run over to her, needing to inform her of Ned. "I need to tell Liz!" 

"Wait one last thing." 


"Kiss me?”

He didn’t have to ask you twice before you planted your lips against his own for the second time that night, but definitely not the last.

About Time

Title: About Time

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3,468

Warning: Some slow burn satisfying smut

A/N: I wanted a jealous Sammy and some deliciously satisfying smut, so I wrote this! It’s a slow burn, but it’s worth it. Enjoy!!!

Pushing the door to the bar open a huge smile spread across your lips. It wasn’t every day you convinced the boys to go to a college town bar over a dive bar. Tonight was all about you. A successful vampire hunt, from start to finish, had been perfectly coordinated and executed by none other than yourself and the boys were thoroughly impressed. Hopping onto a bar stool you caught the attention of a cute bartender and got everyone a shot and a drink.

“Well,” Sam held up his shot glass. “To Y/N, the girl who’s turning into quite the badass hunter.”

“Awww, thanks boys. I’ll drink to that any night.”

Slamming your shot you grabbed the boy’s glasses and nodded towards an open pool table. Dean handed you some cash as they went to grab it before it was taken. Sliding off the bar stool you started to weave through the crowds of people.

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No eyes for you. 04

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Jimin x reader

01 | 02 | 03 | Reading |

Gender: Male x Female
Genre: Highschool/college au
Warning: smut.
Word count: 1832  words

Summary: Having a crush on your best friend’s sister was already hard enough for Jimin especially when Jungkook made clear his sister was off limits. The idea of his older sister dating on of his friends made him feel sick. Lucky for him he didn’t have to worry about that since Y/N made clear that she didn’t have eyes for high schoolers no matter what.  
But things might change when he hears his named being moaned out in the shower.

“Y/N?” her mother called from behind the bedroom door before opening it.
“Your dad and I  are going out for dinner with Jimin’s parents, mind watching those two for me?” Y/N’s mouth fell open, this must’ve been a very freaky coincidence or Jimin had planned all of it.
Not wanting her mother to get suspicious of her Y/N quickly nodded “I knew I could count on you. If you guys get hungry I left some money on the kitchen counter so that you can order pizza or something.” The voice of Y/N’s father could be heard notifying his wife they should be leaving.

And just like that Y/N was wrapped around in her blanket hiding from the boy that was in the room next to her that might just end up in her bed tonight.
Huffing Y/N shook her head, there was no way that would happen Jimin was simply putting her on edge that was all. Nodding and laughing at herself Y/N decided to take out her books and focus on her studies “me and Jimin? how ridiculous.” Y/N mumbled to herself, though the thought of Jimin during sex couldn’t help but turn Y/N on. Shaking her head furiously Y/N tried to focus on her studies once more, but her hand had other plans and soon she could feel her cold fingers against her womanhood. Closing her eyes Y/N could see the picture of Jimin’s hand in her mind.

Y/N managed how his fingers would feel inside her, they already felt like lava against her skin could you imagine there? It would be like magma there. Y/N felt so bad and dirty to think about someone younger than her, having such lewd thoughts about someone that was still in high school but she couldn’t help it. Y/N always had eyes for the black haired boy, even before Jungkook became friends with him, but she never engaged any contact because she refused to be like the girls who loved to throw themselves at him.

Besides, Y/N was a senior, by the time she mustered up the courage to talk to Jimin she would already have graduated and her friends didn’t make things easier. They would always say what a shame it was that all cute boys and girls were juniors and freshmens and how they couldn’t start a relationship with them because it wouldn’t turn out right anyways. Someone being in college while their loved one was still in high school miles apart? That reeked of disaster.
It was due to her friends that Y/N came to the mindset of high schoolers being off limits and only date college boys, it was a much safer route. But damn, Jimin made it hard for her.

Jimin was basically the apple Adam and Eve weren’t suppose to eat, but it was too tempting not to take a bite out of it. The way he could look so soft and childlike and change to a pure sex god with a simple swipe of his tongue against those plush lips. Y/N took her bottom lip in between her teeth as she imagined all the wrongs that tongue could do to her. Muffled and forced down moans filled Y/N’s bedroom, she tried her hardest to keep quiet but it was impossible with her being almost over edge. It was all because of Jimin that she had become like this, a complete mess.

“J-Jimin…”  Slipped passed Y/N’s mouth.

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What Do YOU Want? Pt. 1

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 2,500+

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Your patience was wearing thin.

It had been nearly 3 weeks since you and Jiyong had spent any time together and it was time to address it. Since you worked during the morning/day at YG and then spent the early evenings in your studio, you made sure that you had all night free and you assumed Jiyong would do the same. But you were mistaken. Again.

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Mr. Barnes (Part 2 out of ?)

(A/N): I’m so glad everyone is liking this series so far!

Summary: Living in 1940′s Brooklyn as a crime lord is all fun and games until someone falls in love

Warnings: swearing, mentions of rape

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Originally posted by livvy1800

 Bucky sat at his oak desk, a cigar hanging out of his mouth as he breathed in deeply. Ever since that run in with that…with that slum kid Bucky hadn’t been able to keep his mind off of them. Their rosy cheeks and bright eyes kept perforating his thoughts, making it impossible to think about much else. He had business deals to think off, he had other gangs to think about, he had to worry about some prick in England talking shit about him, he didn’t have time to focus on that low life nobody. With a sigh Bucky tossed his cigar into an ash tray, running his hands down his scruffy face. It was nearly half an hour later when A quiet knock on his study door is what finally broke him Out of his stupor. 

   "Yeah?“ Bucky’s voice was hoarse, much more than usual. The tall oak doors swung open to reveal Dot, Bucky’s saving grace, wearing nothing but a silk robe he had bought them for valentines day. "Hello there dot,” Bucky smirks as Dot waltz in, swaying her hips as she made her way to Bucky’s heavy desk. 

   "Hiya Mr. Barnes,“ she smirks as she stops before him, resting her hands on the arms of his chair. "I’ve been missin’ ya today,” Bucky hums as he leans forward, almost touching his lips against hers. 

    “Have you now?” Dot nods, her lips parting in a sultry fashion as she does. 

   "You’re favorite girl is feeling a bit neglected,“

    "Oh, we can’t have that,” Bucky smirks as he grabs Dot’s ass, bringing her down onto his lap. “Now can we?” Dot gasps at the contact, shifting a bit, rubbing herself against Bucky’s leg enticingly. 

   "Sit back and let Mr. Barnes take care of ya, eh?“

 (Y/N) bit their lip as they eyed all the couples dancing, trying so desperately to keep their mind off of their run in a few days prior. They had just run into one of the most dangerous thugs in all of America, the man had everyone in his pocket, he could get away with murder and no one would bat an eye and yet (Y/N) ran into him and here they were, able to tell the tale. 

   With a shaky sigh (Y/N) reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind their ear, even though it wasn’t necessary. Honestly (Y/N) was trying their best to keep busy, even the most mundane tasks would help focus (Y/N)’s mind on things other than the dark haired, mysterious thug. 

    "Hey sweetcheeks,” a rather harsh, almost smoker like voice drawls in (Y/N)’s ear, sending shivers down their spine. “I couldn’t help but notice you here all alone, how bout you get up and dance with me.” His words were poised as a question but his tone hinted otherwise. (Y/N) gulps, steeling themself against the strange man.

    “I’m sorry sir but I really don’t feel like-" 

    "It wasn’t a Question sweetheart,” he grips (Y/N)’s arm painfully tight, leaving them to whimper in pain. “Now get up or I’ll make you get up,” it was either go willingly or against their own will and (Y/N) most definitely wasn’t all too thrilled about the second idea. So with shaking legs and a trembling lip (Y/N) stood from their spot, following the sketchy looking man out to the dance floor. His strong hands settle on their waist as he yanks them close, their hips pushed flush against his. “What’s your name kid?” (Y/N) trembles on the spot as they reluctantly dance with the man, praying that someone would notice how uncomfortable they were and come out a stop to it. But no one did, they all kept their gazes elsewhere, completely ignoring (Y/N) and the man. “I asked you a question kid,” The man growls dangerously, gripping (Y/N)’s hips enough to leave bruises.

    “I-I’m (Y/N),” they stutter, fear getting the better of their voice. The man hums, a sick smile overtaking his features. 

   "Such a pretty name…you wanna know my name kid?“ 

    "N-no,” (Y/N) manages a bit of sass, almost proud of themself for being able to have such attitude towards such a man. “Not really,”

    “It’s Brock fucking Rumlow,” He leans in, biting down on their earlobe slightly, sending the poor kid shuddering in fear. 

   Brock Rumlow- one of the most notorious gangs in all of Brooklyn, perhaps in the entire state. 

   Two mobsters in the course of a week? It seemed nearly implausible and yet here (Y/N) was, still reeling from their run in with Bucky and now their contact with Brock. 

   “No sassy remarks anymore, eh?” 

   “Get off of me,” (Y/N) mutters, pushing at his chest weakly. Their lungs were still trying to recover from the harsh weather, leaving them feeling much weaker than the usually were. 

   “Aww, aren’t’chu you a cutie?” He purrs, his sickening smile never once leaving his lips. “I ought to wrap you up and take you home with me….” Brock growls as he licks his lips, his cold gaze running up and down (Y/N)’s form. “Oh sweetheart, the things I’d do to you,” 

   “I’m going to start screaming,” (Y/N) whispers, grunting against his hold. Their squirming comes to an abrupt stop when the feeling of something cool presses into their neck. 

   “Scream and I’ll slit your throat,” Brock sneers, his tone smug as he digs the point of his blade into their neck. (Y/N) whimpers softly, closing their eyes as something warm trickles down their neck, most likely leaving behind a trail of scarlet liquid. 

   “What do you want?” (Y/N) tries to sound stronger than they are but it was futile, Brock could see right through them. 

   “I just want a little fun dollface, take you back to my place, rough ya up a bit,” Brock purrs as he leans in once again, licking up the small rivulets of blood that had cascaded down (Y/N)’s neck. “Then I’m gonna send you back on your way and we’re gonna act like nothin’ happened, sound good?” (Y/N) whimpered, trying to shy away from Brock’s invading tongue to no avail, the blade kept them still, nipping at their skin in a way that had them wanting to puke. “Now, I’m gonna escort you out of here all nice and slow and you’re not gonna make a sound, got it? If you do,” Brock chuckles as she stashes his knife away. “I’m gonna make that much more painful for ya, sweetheart,” 

   Brock’s grips on (Y/N)’s arm was painfully tight, no doubt leaving finger shaped bruises in their skin. He dragged them down the streets of Brooklyn, towards the nicer area of town, to where all the rich snobs lived. No one here would care that (Y/N) was being manhandled by Brock, hell, no one in the slums even cared as they watched the tall, burly man guide the smaller human being along. Tears burned at (Y/N)’s eyes but they refused to let them fall, they had to keep some shred of dignity with this man and letting him see them cry would be the last straw. 

   “No tears huh?” Brock chuckled as he turned a corner, harshly jerking (Y/N) along with him, resulting in a few pops from their elbow. “Most of the time people are sobbing by now, begging me not to hurt them but you-” He chuckles again, shaking his head as he makes his way towards one of the nicer streets. “You’re different, maybe I really should keep ya, you seem like a firecracker,” 

   “Burn in hell,” (Y/N) growls, as they struggle a bit, pulling backwards as Brock moved forwards. Why the suddenly had fight in them now only god knows but it was there, a kindling flame of hatred and fear and dammit (Y/N) was going to use it. 

   “I suggest you stop struggling sweetheart,” Brock growls as he yanks them forward, nearly tripping them in the process. “I’m not opposed to slaughtering you right here and leaving your body to the dogs,” 

   “Let go of me!” (Y/N) yells, struggling to get away. They twisted and flailed, clawed and kicked, anything to get this man off of them but Brock was strong and he held on tightly, causing much discomfort on (Y/N)’s part. “Get off of me!” (Y/N) screamed helplessly, hoping that anyone would come to their rescue. Little did they know that just up the street there stood a man dressed to the nines, a Brazilian imported cigar hanging out of his mouth. 

   “Get off of me!’ a voice screamed down the street. Bucky looked up from his suit, a small smirk rising to his lips at their person’s frantic cry. Sounded like someone was going to get lucky tonight, maybe if he caught them in time he’d be able to join in too. Bucky chuckled as he huffed on his cigar, reveling in the high it gave him. His pristine shoes clicked down the street, creating a soft clacking against the somewhat nice pavement. It was the only other sound in the air other than the person’s screams and to be a bit morbid he was enjoying them. Call Bucky a sadist but god- that noise was like music to his ears. 

   “What the fuck did I tell you was gonna happen if you struggled, huh?” A voice growled as Bucky got closer. Bucky’s brows furrowed in confusion;  that voice sounded so familiar, he could’ve sworn that he had only heard it a few days ago- Bucky comes to an abrupt stop before the source of noise, his eyes quickly taking in the rather shocking scene. It was the kid from a few days ago, the shabby, slum kid, struggling against the grasp of some tall, wide man…

   “Brock Rumlow,” Bucky growls, a small smirk rising to his lips. “How strange to see you here,” Brock stops fighting the kid immediately, his entire body going rigid at Bucky’s voice. 

   “Barnes,” Brock smiles sickeningly, that same smile that had been twisting (Y/N)’s stomach for the last half an hour. “Fancy seeing you here,” Bucky smirks as he flicks his cigar to the ground, allowing it to burn out and die slowly. 

   “Who’s the kid?” Bucky gestures to (Y/N) with a simple quirk of his head as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. 

   “Just a lil’ something I picked up earlier,” Bucky looks at (Y/N), his harsh gaze raking over their trembling form. He regarded them with a look of prejudice, sneering down at them with an upturned nose. He hoped his look was enough to convince Brock that he had no care for this (Y/N) creature when in reality the look of fear on their face had stirred something deep within him. 

   “How much do you want for ‘em?” Bucky asks coolly, as though he wasn’t bargaining this persons life right before them. 

   “Sorry Barnes but you’re out of luck, this one’s a keeper,” 

   “I don’t think you understood me,” Bucky chuckles darkly as he reaches in his suit, retrieving a small albeit dangerous handgun. “How much do you want for ‘em?” He points the end of the barrel at Brock’s stomach, inconspicuous enough that if anyone walked by they wouldn’t think anything of it. 

   “Fuck you Barnes,” Brock growls as he shoves (Y/N) towards the brunette. Bucky was quick to steady (Y/N), incidentally pulling them to his chest. “I’ll get them back,” Brock chuckles darkly as he saunters off, shaking his head as he does. “Just you wait and see,” Bucky keeps his ground as Brock saunters off, keeping (Y/N) against his chest protectively but as soon as the other mobster was out of sight Bucky broke, his facade crumbling to the ground. 

   “You alright kid?” Bucky asks as he inspects (Y/N), checking them for any wounds of any sort. 

   “Why do you care?” (Y/N) grumbles as the bat his prying hands away, being mindful not to expose their bleeding neck to him. Bucky immediately retracts his hands, as though (Y/N)’s words had burned him. 

   “Really?” Bucky chuckles dryly, shaking his head in disbelief. “I just spared your fucking life kid and now you’re gonna give me sass? I could’ve let that bastard rape and kill ya but instead I saved ya and this is the thanks I get?” (Y/N) huffs as they brush their outfit off, as though trying to get rid of any remnant of Brock. 

   “I didn’t ask for help-” (Y/N)’s sentence cuts short when Bucky grips their chin, forcing them to look into his eyes. 

   “I own this town sweetheart, I own half the country, with a snap of my fingers I could have you beaten to a bloody pulp and left at my doorstep if I so desired,” (Y/N) glares up at Bucky indignantly, flaring their nostrils angrily. “So I suggest you stay on my good side, got it?” Bucky gave them a little cheeky grin as he stepped back, wiping some ‘dust’ off their chin before turning on his heels to saunter back home, his energy for the night gone. He knew (Y/N) was glaring at his back so he turned his head, giving them a little smirk as he pulled out a new cigar, placing it between his fingers as he spoke to them. “I’ll be seeing you real soon (Y/N),” And with that the mobster turned away, lighting his cigar as he walked back home, whistling a chirpy tune. 

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boyfriend!ong seongwoo
  • im literally dying so sorry if this is gonna be shitty
  • so you guys met at school 
  • you have a class with jisung
  • and jisung knows everyone at school evERYONEE
  • so one time jisung was ‘practising’ to some important event at school and he coudn’t make it to the class and asked if you could take some notes for him and how can you say no??
  • you’re going to gym when you have a few wall mirrors, drums, piano and all that kind of stuff
  • there’s jisung, daniel, taewoong, donghyun and a new guy?
  • some of them are just laying, daniel is dancing and the new guy is playing drums
  • “yah, jisung you’re telling me this is a really serious meeting and thats way you can’t attempt class” and you hit his head with notes
  • “can’t you see how serious we are”
  • and the new guy just did ba dum tss on drums
  • you’re done
  • that’s it
  • it wasn’t even a joke
  • a punch line
  • ????
  • but still everybody is laughing
  • “oh, that’s ong seongwoo”
  • “hi, im y/n”
  • “hi”
  • that’s all
  • you still give jisung his notes and meet the whole ‘team’
  • but one day suddenly no one is in school
  • and what are you supposed to do with notes for jisung? then you see seongwoo
  • bare with me
  • and that’s how you end up with seongwoo in gym explaining english to him
  • basically right now you’re his tutor
  • moths in and he finally ask you out thank you jesus!!
  • your fist date is at the amusement park
  • shy hand holding 
  • wins you a teddy bear :(
  • eating cotton candy!!
  • you have so much fun and seaongwoo can’t stop looking at you and smiling
  • after the date he ask you if he can kiss you,,, im done bye 
  • his confession is so random and so cute.,, he just can’t stop laughing while aking if you want to be in realtionship with him 
  • you say yes and you basically hug each other and laugh
  • now let the fun begin
  • if you’re smol then good luck with this gigant
  • he will put all te stuff on the highest shelf so he can laugh about you and help you
  • standing on tiptoes so you can’t reach his lips 
  • but if you’re tol then you guys are two gigants
  • he wipes his hands on your white shirt………. this kid
  • you nearly have to fight because of that but you do the same and it’s fair
  • you’re his fan number #1
  • you’re so proud of him while watching seongwoo is alright that you cry and he need to comfort you
  • wants to teach you how to dance but just laugh at you
  • and when you fall or hurt youself be ready for his laugh…. he will laugh for a few seconds and then help you
  • face masks and you know what i mean by that
  • this boy even had it on his eyelashes…
  • “i truly, really, in fact, definitely, absolutely-”
  • “seongwoo i swear to g-”
  • “honestly, naturally love you”
  • “…”
  • “…”
  • “i love you too..”
  • sometime overreact while fighting and is the one that go out
  • coming back a hour later 
  • just hugs you and whispers how sorry he is and how bad he feel
  • then you have a talk about everything and cuddle
  • always have and arm around you
  • you’re never sad with him
  • always make you laugh
  • he don’t wants you to see that he’s sad
  • and you have to tell him that it’s okay to be sad and he don’t have to smile all the time
  • deep talks 
  • i mean you’re dating the best person ever

that’s all i have :( i don’t have any other ideas, i’m not proud of it but it’s not that bad i guess..

anonymous asked:

Hi! It's sweetie anon here!! I'm sorry o haven't been able to send anything tumblr is being mean and won't let me. So my request is for the boys reaction to their child running up on stage during a concert. Thank you!!.😇

Hello there! Long time no..uhm..read? lol

Alright, let’s get on with the request :D


He would find it so cute that his little girl ran on stage when she saw her dad up on stage having the final speech with his group. He would be a bit startled but he would none the less find it adorable, letting her play with on of the toys the fans gave him.

Originally posted by jypnior


He was singing his part, being all immersed in the feeling of the song when he heard a high pitched “appa” coming from the side of the stage and recognizing the voice of his little one, a smile breaking on his face despite the emotional tone of the song.


He is an emotional MESS! He is so overwhelmed by the sight of his little one running towards him, he is so happy that he turns immediately into jello because he is always weak for his child. He would then open his arms to his baby and twirling her around.

Originally posted by jack777


His child ran on stage during a fan meet, the fans melting at the sight of the cute baby. He would see his little one already when the child was in the audience with his wife Keziah and he would acknowledge them in some way to let them know that he is well aware of their presence.


Sunshine appa mode activated x10000!!! he gets super hyper, turning up the aegyo and the playfulness for the child, also mindful that he needs to keep an eye on the little one as they’re on stage until his wife or manager comes take them off the stage safely.

Originally posted by huggableyoungjae


Despite he is usual playful and derpy self, he would get oddly emotional at the sight of his child calling out his name as they run on stage. He would get all shy and flustered but nonethelss happy. After getting over the quick emotional moment, he would revert to his derpy self so that the little one could have fun with daddy on stage for a little bit.

Originally posted by mauloveskpop


He is a giggling mess! He didn’t expect his child to come bursting out on stage and cutely start trying to dance to his daddy’s group songs. He is loving every second of it, seeing how some dance moves are actually not bad, definitely inherited from him!

Originally posted by yugyeomism

I hope you enjoyed! I haven’t done one of these in a long time so I hope this doesn’t suck lol

All Access

Originally posted by hoseokxx

Summary: You’re at Kcon standing a few rows back from the stage enjoying the show.  You were most excited for BTS, but Monsta X had stolen your attention too.  Especially the blonde muscular one.  But the one you were really here for was Kim Namjoon, Rap Monster, God of Destruction and you were gonna let him destroy you if given the chance.

Word Count: 2000+

Tags:  SMUT!  Nothing else to be said, SMUTTY SMUT SMUT!!!

Today was the day, KCON LA!  You’d been waiting and saving for a year, and had picked your outfit out 6 weeks prior.  Black pleather skater skirt, black camisole and white crop top hoodie, knee high socks and red Converse.  Simple, comfortable and nymphette sexy.  And luckily you got there early enough to get a good spot in front of the stage.

As you stood there singing and dancing along you were getting more and more excited.  With every group that finished you were that much closer to seeing BTS.  Monsta X was up, you’d seen there videos and heard their songs, but you never got into them.  But they were HOT!  No denying that, you were definitely reconsidering your choice of not stanning them.  Especially the muscular Blonde one, the others were cute but he was sexy, and collared.  Too bad, if he was a dominant you wouldn’t waste a second pouncing.

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BTS react to your bad dancing

A/N: I really hope that you guys don’t mind that i combined similar requests ~ This kind of makes writing easier and i can get through more of your requests faster so that i can quickly open my ASK box again! ^^

I have a few hours of free time before i have to study for another test next week :)))) I’m not even in College yet but i already feel like school is a full-time job sigh.

but i’m so afraid i’ve messed up my scores, please wish me luck :((

Here’s something i’ve managed to squeeze in through my busy schedule~
I might post more tonight, please look


Originally posted by jeonbase

Jungkook wouldn’t even try to hide his embarrassment for you. When he caught you blissfully dancing alone to your favourite song in the living room he would burst out in laughter, catching your attention.


Originally posted by taesies

Taehyung would find this absolutely adorable, he loved seeing you dance (even if you were bad at it) because he loved seeing you so happy and enjoying something. When you gave him a performance during one of your “lazy day in” sessions, he couldn’t help but quietly film to keep as a memory.


Originally posted by park-jimizzle

Jimin would burst into such a happy laughter (you know, the one where his eyes immediately scrunch up, he tilts his head back and it looks like he has the world in his hands) and just admire the image of you performing one of his dances in front of him.

My baby is so cute


Originally posted by mojozozoeffie

Namjoon would be half embarrassed and half amused, when he walked in on you attempting to dance to one of their songs he would kind of just watch as he leaned on the doorframe. He would be grinning from ear to ear but can’t help bursting out in laughter when you tripped over your own feet.

“It’s okay Jagiya, I’m not one to talk. We can suck together”


Originally posted by bangtantrashsupply

Hoseok is definitely a “It’s the thought that counts!” type of person and so will cheer you on as if his life depended on it. The best part was probably the fact that he wasn’t even pretending to enjoy your dancing because he genuinely enjoyed watching your confidence when performing to him, despite thinking you were bad at dancing.


Originally posted by sugagifs

Yoongi would have painful second-hand-embarrassment. The two of you would be at his dorm as you both listed your favourite BTS choreographies when you would briefly dance to ‘I Need U’ in which he would stop and facepalm, he still couldn’t help but smile at how in love he was with you.


Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Honestly, Seokjin would low-key embrace this quality of yours. He loved to tease you about your inability to dance well and use this as a way to bond and spend quality time together.

“Aren’t you lucky that you’re boyfriend is here to teach you?”

                                                   -bangtan angels-


Mads Mikkelsen and Ben Mendelsohn bromance in the collection of quotes:

- Who is most likely to brighten your day [on set]?

Mads: “Ben.”


Ben: “I didn’t dream Mads would be as much fun as he is. I was intimidated by him… Yeah, I was. Mads is a great actor, he’s an incredible powerfull communicator of whatever feeling that he wants to tell you about. And he’s a joy to be around. I sang to him a lot.”


Mads: “I love him. There was never a dull moment on set with him. He’s just fucking mad - in the absolutely best meaning of the word. Talented, professional … and the opposite as well. He’s wonderful.”


- What was the best part of working on this film?

Ben: “The relationships we made.”

Mads: “Awwwww!”


Mads: “So that was wonderful. I spent a lot of time with Ben and that was hilarious. He’s a very funny man and he makes the day just fly by.”


- What was your fave moment working on Rogue One?

Mads: “It must definitely be meeting this gentleman here, Ben Mendelsohn, who has the ability to switch off when they say ‘cut’ and start singing and dancing. And I love every second of it.”


Ben: “Probably my most fun day was working with Mads in Iceland. We had not met before, but very soon we were singing and dancing together. And then we went and got drunk. And then we were on… the cou…”

Mads: “[Grins.] Couch?”

Ben: “Yeah, drinking.”


Mads: “I spend a lot of time with Ben. He’s very hard not to love. So yes, that became very brotherly really fast for us.”


- If you were stranded on a desert island with one castmate, who would it be?

Mads: “Ben Mendelsohn. He’s hysterically funny. I would stay on a desert island with him for a couple of days… I’m sure he’d be man enough to provide me with food and water if I get injured.”

Ben: “Mads Mikkelsen. I would happily be stranded on a desert island with Mads.”


Mads: “Personally he’s one of the funniest people I’ve ever met. He can definitely keep up the energy on every set in the world.”


Ben: “He invented it, and I built it. And that’s the most exciting thing. And together we are the Death Star.”


- Choose between: ‘I love you’ and 'I know’.

Ben: “I love you.”

Mads: “I know.”


- How about you two being the next same-sex couple in the Star Wars universe?

Ben: “Well, we do have a dyed-in-the-wool bromance. But the next? Only if they go back and do an heroic retelling.”

Mads: “But there is a seed planted, definitely.”


Bonus from Ben’s wife twitter:

anonymous asked:

Here's a prompt for you ! So the balloon boys are playing football/basketball at the Bakkoush's place and Sana sees them from her window so she asks if she can join and then Yousef is happy because he knows that's Sana making a move towards him and Elias is smiling because he sees that his best friend and sister are finally alright and the boys just talk about how great it was to see Even and make peace and how much they've missed him and that Sana's friends are just amazing and she's lucky


I hope you don’t mind but I’ve changed it a little bit in order to repeat certain scene…you’ll understand it once you read it

Hope you like it though :D 

This is set today Saturday and after 4x08


“Guys, let’s go outside and I don’t know play basketball or something, we’ve been here for hours” Yousef told his friends

They were in the living room at the Bakkoush’s. They had been talking about filming their next Hei Briskeby video but now they were just lying on the couches and talking about random things.

“Why? We’re here chilling” Adam said yawning

“It’s a nice day outside, we can chill in the backyard” Yousef argued

“Look Yousef if you want to see if my sister is there just go by yourself, we’ll stay here” Elias said

Yousef opened his eyes in surprise, he didn’t expect Elias to see right through him that way. Was he really being that obvious?

“What? That’s not why…why would I…I don’t know what you’re talking about” Yousef stuttered

“Bro, we all saw you yesterday, you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other” Elias said shaking his head

“Yeah, you were way too obvious” Mutta added

“I saw it too but I thought you were with Noora” Mikael said frowning

“Noora? No, there’s nothing between us” Yousef clarified

“But then why did you meet her? Mikael and I saw you” Adam said

“I’d like to hear an explanation for that to be honest, why were you flirting with my sister and then meeting another girl the next day?” Elias asked protectively.

“I met Noora because…”

“Because?” Elias insisted

Yousef took a deep breath, once he’d say those words there would be a never ending teasing.

“I met Noora because I needed advice on Sana” he blurted out way too quickly.

There was a silence for a few seconds until the four boys burst in laughs. Yousef closed his eyes and shook his head waiting for them to be finished

“Aww look at our boy Yousef, he’s in looooove” Adam said putting his arm around him

“I’m hurt you asked Noora for advice instead of me, bro, I thought I was your best friend” Elias said as he wiped away the tears he had got from laughing

“Whatever” Yousef said shoving off Adam’s arm and standing up “I’m out of here”

“Tell my sister I say hi!” he heard Elias saying as he left the living room.


He bounced the ball he had found on the backyard and shoot but he didn’t score. Instead the ball hit the basket and passed by him. He sighed and turned around ready to go look for it but he froze when he saw her standing there, ball in hands. He felt his heart beating fast on his chest, his hands sweating, this was giving him flashbacks from two Saturdays ago, when he was the one with the ball on his hands and she was the surprised one.

“Hi” he managed to say

“Hi” She said passing the ball from one hand to another

“Are you going to pass me the ball?” he asked

He saw her looking at her side for a moment as if she was considering what words to use.

“Come and get it” she said smirking

So he wasn’t the only one with Saturday flashbacks then, she was clearly quoting him. He decided to follow her game

“Seriously, I’m not kidding pass me the ball” he tried to keep a straight face but how could he when Sana Bakkoush was standing in front of him smiling?.

“Seriously, I’m not kidding come and…” she made a paused and grinned at him slyly. “Nah…forget it…am I 12 or what?”

She looked at him and bit her lip waiting for his reaction. He blinked several times and opened his mouth slightly trying to figure out if it was a coincidence or if she was actually quoting one of his texts with Noora. She couldn’t know…could she?

Seeing that he was still processing her words, she started to walk towards him bouncing the ball. When only one step kept them apart she smiled at him and dodged him shooting the ball and scoring.

“1-0 Acar” she said throwing the ball at him

He grabbed it and paused for a moment to look at her. She was smiling widely at him, maybe she did know about the texts.

“Game on” he said grinning


“Are we interrupting?”

Both Sana and Yousef turned around and saw the boys standing a few meters from them. They had been playing basketball for almost an hour now.

“Uh…” Yousef started but was soon interrupted by Sana

“Yes, you are. But it’s okay, I wanted to take a break anyway, you can join us” she said leading the way to the grass where she sat.

The boys followed her and sat forming a circle. Yousef sat right in front of Sana with Adam and Mikael in one side and Mutta and Elias in the other.

“So, did you enjoy yourselves yesterday?” she asked the boys

“Yeah, your friends are really cool” Elias said

“That guy Eskild is the best” Adam said

“I met him when I stayed at Noora’s and he was…well, kind of weird but really funny” Elias nodded

“Well, I know for a fact that he liked you” Sana said chuckling

“Ohhhh, Elias you’re a heartbreaker” Mutta teased him, soon joined by the rest of the boys.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I like Noora better” Elias said rolling his eyes

“You have competition now that William is back, brother” Sana said

“What’s the deal with them anyway?” he asked

“Long story…but hey…how were things with…Even?” Sana asked hesitantly. “You looked okay yesterday”

“They’re great” Adam said nodding

“Yeah, we talked about everything and things are cool” Elias added

“And Isak and his friends are really nice. They apologized we apologized and everything is chill now” Mikael said

Sana smiled at them happily

“I’m really glad to hear that, he really missed you guys”

“We missed him too” Yousef said

“So what about you, sis? Did you have fun yesterday?”

“Oh yes, I danced with my friends, I sang, I…I actually had a very interesting conversation with Noora.” She said directing her eyes straight at Yousef.

He looked at her, she had an amused smile on her face. Yousef laughed awkwardly and blushed. She knew, she definitely knew.


So second fic of the day done!

I’ll try to write another one set on Monday before the day ends :)

Hope you’ve liked this one

Thank you so much for reading!!♥♥♥

A lil hurt comfort for a friend

This is for @the-sanders-sides bc they have a lovely voice and was responsible for this idea. It’s not my best, (I’m kinda running on fumes atm and this was hard to write for some reason haha) but it is finished! so that’s something.

If someone asks, I can probably edit it to be spoiler free!

Descrip: logxiety, background morince, they watch frozen and it’s real fluffy

Warnings: swears, insecurities

Anxiety had made an art of avoiding Disney night, if he could help it. It started out as movie night, which quickly devolved into musical night, then Disney night. Of course, they still had regular movie night at least once a night, which was fine, since it usually didn’t involve all that… singing, but disney night was hell. Not because of the movies, but because of the company.
The other sides were probably the worst people you could imagine to watch a movie with. Roman, predictably, knew every second by heart, and insisted constantly that “OH! This next bit is my favorite! Anxiety, are you watching? Are you watching it? You better be watching it-”
As if Anxiety didn’t know the movies twice as well as he did, anyways. But even worse was the singing. Constant. Singing. He was nearly convinced that Roman had choreography for every single number from the golden age to now.
Roman was the worst, but Patton was a close second. Patton… was a crier. He was also completely complicit in Romans choreography plot.
Anxiety pulled his legs up onto the couch to avoid getting twirled into by both of them. It was frozen night.
It was definitely Anxieties guilty pleasure musical, one of the ones that he sang to himself when he couldn’t sleep. Unfortunately, Patton caught him watching it. Now they HAD to have a ‘bonding experience’, apparently. They had actually made it all the way to 'Love is an open door’ before Roman actually started dancing.
(He took hans’s part, while Patton took anna’s. Anxiety would never let him live this down.)
Now he was huddled in a corner, hiding in a cave of blankets, trying to see the screen around Roman swinging Patton around the coffee table.
Thank god for Logan, the only not-dancing-idiot in the room. Logan didn’t usually come to these either, or at least he multitasked. (Annoying in its own way, but less so.) Anxiety got the feeling that Patton had given everyone the 'now, we’ve got to try to include him’ talk, which made him a little sick to his stomach.

Trying to ignore the bitter taste in his mouth, he turned to Logan. He was watching the other two dance around the room, a small smile on his face. Anxiety knew from the way he sat up a little every time Roman almost flung Patton across the room, or Patton tripped a little on the carpet, that he was trying to keep them safe, without ruining their fun. His tie was loose, his eyelids drooping. Anxiety pulled the blanket closer around him like a fuzzy fortress.
/conceal don’t feel- holy shit that’s cliche I need to stop./
His could feel his face heating up, and tried to focus back on the movie. It was almost time for the big number. He expected Roman to stay standing, but he flopped down on the other sofa, pulling a giggling Patton down with him. Watching the other two sides curl up next to each other made something deep in his chest start hurting. He ignored it, focusing on the song.

/The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a foot print to be seen.
A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I’m the queen/

He knew it was cliche. He knew it. But something in him really loved the song. It was… lonely. He could understand that.

/The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside. Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I tried./

He saw Logan turn to him out of the corner of his eye. By the time he realized he was singing, it was too late. Everyone was looking now. The song went on with out him. He sat petrified on the couch, face turning red.

/conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know./

He really hated dramatic irony.

Logan was the first to speak. “Anxiety-”

Every atom in his body was filled with nope. He was 100% nope.
He shot out of the room like a rocket, nearly tripping on his blanket. He didn’t want to stick around to hear them laughing at him. He locked the door to his room as fast as he could, and collapsed against it.
Anxiety did not sing. It wasn’t his job. If he did sing, it definitely wasn’t disney. It was like, evanescence or something. Not frozen, of all things. He burrowed further into the blanket. Someone knocked on the door.
Logan. Great. They had just started getting along. Now Logan hated him as much as he hated Princey. Probably more. Anxiety wiped his eyes on his sleeve.
“Did I… did we do something wrong?”
Great. Now they thought it was their fault.
“No. Go away.”
He sounded like a child. He heard something move just outside the door, and something put a gentle weight on it, like Logan was sitting on the other side. But sitting on floors was not a thing Logan did. Right?
“Look, I embarrassed myself, ok? You can all make fun of my later, for now just… leave me alone.”
He swallowed as many sobs as he could, waiting for the other side to go away. Just when he thought Logan might be asleep or something, he heard a quiet voice.
“do you want to build a snowman?”
Logan was… singing? His voice was rough, and a little off key, the words too formal for the character.
“Or. Uh, something something… halls…”
Logan cleared his throat awkwardly.
“I’ll- I’ll just go-” Anxiety whipped the door open, causing Logan to fall flat on his back into the room. “Are you making fun of me because I will not hesitate to crush your skull like a watermelon.”
Logan looked up at him, blinking. “I am not.” He said firmly, readjusting his glasses. Anxiety narrowed his eyes. “Then why’d you do it?” Logan looked… pinker than before, but it may have just been the light. “I… came to the consensus that you may have been… vulnerable when you sang. The best way to lessen vulnerability in others is to open up yourself… Was I… was I correct?” Anxiety rubbed the last of his tears off his face with his sleeve, extending the other hand out to help Logan up.
“…..Yeah. Got it in one.”
“I still don’t understand that saying-”
“Shut up and watch the rest of the movie with me.”
“Vocab word?”
“Vocab word.”

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Warnings: embarrassing dancing, sexual innuendos 

Word Count: 530

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

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You thought that this would be okay. Boy, were you wrong. 

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Genre: Smut/kinda angsty at the end

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: One of Hoseok’s parties leads to you getting closer to Yoongi than you could have ever imagined.

Originally posted by yoonseok

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