you’re at the han river with the guys on a random Tuesday night just to get some fresh air in your systems. dusk has nestled its way into the pockets of the sky, signaling that the light water show is about to start and already all of your cans of beer are half emptied and fingers sticky with salt from all the fried chicken you consumed. jin is happily nibbling away at the bits and pieces of leftover fried chicken, his face glowing with warm satisfaction, only pausing to yell at taehyung to wipe his hands before running around. yoongi’s busy scribbling down lyrics on a napkin because the man never stops working and the slightly rippling waves of the river have his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and the gears in his mind turning. namjoon’s got his earphones in to tune the world out and you all know better than to bother him but every once in a while he pops an earphone out to chuckle along at something funny hobi did or to throw in a jokingly snarky comment like usual. taehyung has somehow managed to convince hobi to go chase seagulls with him even though the older initially profusely refused to make an idiot of himself in public with him. but with a playful and daring slap to the butt, taehyung has hobi jumping up from his seat on the stairs to chase not just seagulls. jungkook’s earphones are also in and he’s quietly humming along to DEAN’s new album but as soon as taehyung slaps his thigh with a “come on seagull boy let’s go!!” he has the younger pulling out his headphones and grinning from ear to ear, 100% fired up to compete and see who can scare away the most seagulls. but before he runs off to the waterside with arms spread wide like an eagle, he yells to jimin that “the last one to join’s a rotten egg!” with that trademark mischievous wiggle of his eyebrow. a melodious bell like laugh leaves jimins lips and graces your ears, his eyes forming soft crescent moons as he half heartedly swats at the maknae to just go on and play without him.
you can’t help but admire the absolutely brilliant yet cotton soft smile etched across his face as he watches his beloved friends play and awe at the little moles ever so subtly dotting his neck, wondering how his smile manages to illuminate his entire body from head to toe. but you soon come back to your senses to ask why he isn’t running off with the others, head tilted at him in curiosity and a hand cradling the side of your face.
you swear you feel the entire world stop rotating the split second he tilts his head back to look at you, the gentlest and purest of smiles shining directly at you, only for you. the twinkle in his eye has your heart nearly leaping out of your chest and the the way he fixates those chocolatey brown eyes solely on you sends a prickling warmth coursing through every one of your limbs. with just that one look, a silent conversation of whispered sweet nothings and prolonged snug embraces is held, and with just a few simple words, he knows, you know, that you’re completely putty in the palm of his hands.
“why run off with them when i can stay here with you?”
A blush crept over my cheeks as I tried to bite back my laughter. I knew he wanted me to laugh, I could tell by the way each time he made a joke his dark orbs landed on me, a pearly smile gracing his face, gesturing me to burst out laughing with him. But I didn’t want him to win. Not if it meant he would keep staring at me expectantly like that.
Then more jokes came from him. Sarcastic, ridiculous, nonsensical- and I couldn’t fight it any longer. I covered my mouth with the entirety of my palm, but it dropped to release all the laughter I had forced inside. His reaction was priceless. He doubled over in even greater laughter, eyes focused on me, becoming smaller as his face glowed.
“You’re the worst,” I groaned, trying to recompose myself.
That same expectant smile formed on his face. “Am I really?”
I cannot even explain how emotional I am right now. Harry looks so beautiful and he is so talented and I’m so proud of him for doing something else that makes him happy. I cannot wait to see his smiling, glowing face on the Dunkirk red carpet next year.
The younger child was in sight, a smile bright enough to have his face glowing. His words innocent, exterior to seem as sweet as any child be. And there Dani was, staring up at the open window – just watching with a small, but sad smile. The reason for her presence in New Orleans was oblivious to her as she stood on the sidewalk, momentarily forgetting about the others that walked the streets around her. Her mind clouded with the want for her only son, the only person who kept a part of her still feeling alive. Though it being typically hard for anyone to sneak up and surprise a vampire, Dani had been knocked back into her senses as she felt a slight touch on her shoulder. “—- Can I help you?” She questioned, turning around to face the figure behind her.
Imagine Suga on a subway/train thing with his head up against the window all spaced out listening to some really chill stuff and like the sun is setting and the rays hit the side of his face making it glow and he’s just a gOD
Kyle not noticing that it's Stan at first because oh boy, he has not seen goth Stan since 4th grade and that was a huge blur to him. When he finally realises that this cute goth boy is Stan, his face is just glowing bright red like Rudolph's nose.
omg fuck yes tho at first hes like “who the fuck is this kid” and his mom is like “oh you don’t remember stanley, you guys were best friends!” and kyles like “omg wtf what the hell happened to him?” and stan sees him and hes kinda like omg wtf is that kyle and he goes by Raven and Kyle goes by Kyley B and i just
I can totally see Naruto doing something (like playing a video game, solving a homework problem, finding instant ramen in the cupboard when he was sure he had eaten the last one) and just getting super and almost childishly excited. Like he won’t mashed a big deal and have to tell everyone, but his eyes get a sparkle and his whole face seems to glow.
And I can just imagine Sasuke watching him get so excited about these little things and just sit there with an almost soft and indulgent look on his face. Like he’s realizing all over again why he loves that blonde dobe.
"I... I'm sorry..." She apologized. She blinked, wondering what he was doing until she let out a yelp. She gazed up at his face, noticing his glowing cobalt eyes. "Y-you can bite me. But are you sure...? M-my blood tastes pretty bad..." She said, wondering if she could get out of this situation. But he'd probably come after her anyway.
“Don´t lie, your scent is thick and honey sweet, mm, I wonder where I should bite you, maybe the neck, collar bone, or the sternum, ah, how about your right breast, it looks so apettizing. “, he murmured before he ripped her clothes and licked over her sternum, kissingit bruisingly to her breast, while his fangs graced over her skin only for him to sink them mercilessly into her breast, his hands holding her down with inhuman strength, while moan for moan left his lips muffles against her skin.
The light of Torbjorns Monocular illuminated his face with a dim glow, his one good eye squinting as the devices screen changed to a deep blue one that was dotted with vague outlines of people and machines inside of the massive installation that was spread out before him and his companion.
Both he and Genji Shimada had been sent to this place due to a rising number in illegal cybernetics cropping up all over the continent of eastern Europe; quick and improperly performed procedures that often resulted peoples bodies rejecting the new limb, or the prosthetic acting without consent of the owner which often resulted bodily injury of innocent bystanders. Torbjorn had some ideas as to who or what was performing the operations, but he couldn’t be certain just yet though.
“I count, twenty possible hostiles inside” he said with certainty, “and maybe ten bots but they just look like lifters and loaders, nothing heavy though”