i just work in slow motion

[20 q’s | jungkook]

♛BTS!SMUT

summary; 20 questions ends pretty well for you, you’d say. (gender neutral!)

You froze. You couldn’t fathom how one second you could be shocked and disgusted by him and the next trying to get your heart to slow down.


The epitome of a fuckboy.

You couldn’t deny the fact that you loved him- he was enticing, charming, and unnervingly sweet when he wanted to be.

When he wanted to be.

Other times, he was sickeningly frustrating- whether that was caused by how undeniably hot he was or how undeniably fucking annoying.

Jungkook [11:19]: Wanna play a game?

You sighed, swiping open your phone and praising God you didn’t have read receipts on. Although after pondering for a while, you decided that you should probably respond to the boy. It wasn’t like you were busy studying- your exam week was finished- what was the harm?

You [11:21]: What is this game exactly?

The response was quick, your phone buzzing almost immediately after you locked in.

Jungkook [11:21]: 20 questions.

Of course. The fuckboy game.

You scoffed. You had known Jungkook for upwards of three years, so why did he even want to play 20 questions?

Regardless of reasons, you were entertaining a boring night. What was the harm?

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More Guardians of the Galaxy 2 Things

SPOILERS~~

  • You know the trailer scene where Rocket asks for tape to put over the death button?
    • It does not include Peter and Rocket realizing that Groot has to carry the device that can kill them all. 
    • Keeping in mind that Rocket and Yondu spent half a night trying to get Groot to find a red finn for Yondu and he brought them: A desk, a pin, underwear, and a severed finger before KRAGLIN finally brought them the finn.
    • The trailer does not include the part where Rocket asks Peter to go asks the others if they have any tape during the middle of the huge climatic battle. We get to hear Peter fly around to Yondu, Gamora, Drax, and Mantis asking them if they have tape for a solid two minute before retuning to tell Rocket, that no, no one has tape. 
      • “Did you ask Nebula?” “I asked Yondu and she was with him!” “So you didn’t ask Nebula.”
    • Tense scene in the last twenty minutes where Groot has delivered the death button to Ego’s brain. He deliberates between the automatic destruct and the count down. The theater cheered when he pushed the right one. 
  • Kraglin asks Nebula what she’s going to do with the money she’ll get from turning in the Guardian’s of the Galaxy.
    • Nebula: (Long speech about revenge on Thanos and Gamora)
    • Kraglin: “I was thinking about a pretty necklace.”
    • Kraglin is pretty great too
      • He’s one of the crew members that stays  loyals to Yondu after a hostile take over. Kraglin tells Yondu that Taserface killed ‘all his friends’ and my heart broke in a million pieces.
  • Gamora and Peter spend a small portion of a scene dancing, and it was so cute???
    • Peter is really trying to get Gamora to open up and Gamora’s like there’s nothing to open up about, no sir, no feelings here. 
      • Mantis tried to do the empathy thing on Gamora and Gamora basically said, “touch me and I’ll break your jaw.”
    • Peter obviously confides in Gamora, and Gamora obviously gives him advice but it’s not a two way street. He trusts her, but she doesn’t trust him, and he wants to help her because he wants to earn her trust, not just because he’s trying to seduce her. That boy is in love. 
    • What gets Gamora to open up is Nebula and I can’t even believe it. 
    • She’s obviously Groots favorite after Rocket, he cries when she has to leave him and she reassures him when she’ll be back and it’s cute? 
  • The Cree and the Guardians of the Galaxy in the chase scene through the Asteroid Field
    • Rocket and Peter can’t decide whose going to pilot the ship, each convinced they’re better then the other.
      • Gamora: “either of you two could’ve gotten us through that asteroid field if you had piloted with what was between your heads and not your legs!” Peter: “My penis could’ve grown a hand and piloted better then Rocket.”
    • Drax figures that the best way to get the Cree ship on their tail off is by jumping out the bag of the ship, trailing behind it, and shooting it himself. 
      • The winch breaks and Gamora has to grab ahold of the end, there is a solid five minutes of her just screaming on screen as she literally keeps Drax from becoming a fly on the windshield. 
      • They crash land and Drax just laughs. 
    • They’re saved by Ego who is apparently riding on top of his ship, as spotted by Rocket.
      • “Who saved us” Rocket: “A one inch dude on top of a space ship! Well, I mean he wasn’t one inch tall, he’d probably get bigger if he got closer.” Peter: “Yes, that’s how vision works.”
  • If you don’t think Michael Rooker walking in slow motion while taking back his mutinied ship by killing everyone on it with his arrow is hot then you got another thing coming. 
  • Mantis manages to slow Ego by forcing him asleep.
    • Mantis: “I can’t do it if he doesn’t want to.” Drax: “You can do it because I believe in you.” Mantis: (Does it) Drax: “Wow, I can’t believe she did it!”
    • Mantis gets knocked out by Ego and Drax has to carry her to the escape ship but is basically sunk into and by Ego to capture him. Drax –despite being submerged in quicksand to top of the head– is holding up Mantis above the quicksand.
    • Dude

anonymous asked:

can please you do a bts taehyung smut where he's your bf and he's teaching you a dance at the practice room and he ends up fingering you in front of the mirror (and you can take it from there if you want)

I Recommend listening to kiss it better by Rihanna while you read this💖

Hard Work:

“What are you willing to do” Your sweaty palms pressed against the mirror of the practice room as one foot planted down in the ground and the other pushed back out behind it to rest your toes down against the marble floor but your heel in the air as Rihanna’s Kiss It Better played through the speakers. You took deep breaths head rolling forward with your eyes shut as you focused on calming down your beating heart. Sweat dripped down all parts of your body, from your forehead down your face, from the middle of your shoulders down your back.  The ponytail you had decided to put in your head was giving you a headache but you didn’t want to take it out until you were done.

“You can’t be tired already.” Taehyung teased, his dark raspy voice sounding out through the somewhat quiet room as the song ended. You looked at him through the mirror almost glaring at him as you slowly pushed off the wall.

“Fuck you.. I’m tired can we stop now?” You asked softly bracing your hands on your hips rolling your neck around.

“it’s barely been an hour baby.” Taehyung gave a soft chuckle as he made his way up to you, his hand coming out to rest on your lower back.

“Yeah and that’s enough time for me to see what I got down and what I need to get down.” You swatted his hand away from your sweaty body frowning because it was gross to you. He was doing this to get under your skin.

“And you expect to ace the dance audition with that attitude? You haven’t learned anything.” Taehyung sighed watching you. You had asked for his help with creating a dance with you. It was so that you could become a dance trainer for those who are starting to rise up as young artist and hone their skills. It was going to be something like a workshop and the hours were going to help you financially.

“I did! I learned that I don’t like dancing that much and if it’s for me then I’ll get it.” You lied feeling discouraged as you stare down at the wooden bar that was in the middle of the mirror. Taehyung sighed walking backwards going to the speaker to unplug his phone.

“Fine then, get changed and we can go.” You were shocked that he gave in so easily. You ran behind him wrapping your arms around his waist with your energy clinging onto him. Your breast pressed against his chest as your fingers sprawled out across his lower abdomen feeling the lines of his abs, his head rolling forward to look down at your fingers. He stood a few inches taller than you, but you liked the height, your body pressing fully against his you pouted puffing out your cheeks.

“You’re not supposed to give up that easily..” You mumbled as you watched him.

“Why not when my girl doesn’t want to do it? You know that I always agree to what you want no matter what, you said you didn’t want to do it anymore so I was going to take you home.” Taehyung said softly looking over his shoulder at you.

“But! That was because I’m discouraged.. Look at you! You’re so good when you dance. What if someone comes along and they are good like you or any of the other members? I’ll be back to where I started..” You let him go looking down at your hands. “We can go then.. I want a bath.” You muttered out feeling like a little kid for saying such things Taehyung turned around and he smiled down softly at you cupping your cheeks he pressed a kiss against your forehead nuzzling your nose with his and proceeding to look in your eyes.

“Something I learned along the way? There will always be someone better than you in some areas but, there will never be anyone who can be you. And in some songs, no one will be able to do it like you can, especially when you have the style. If you focus too much on the negatives you will never see positives so keep your chin up. You are wonderful in your own way; your moves are great. I love watching you perform. You have heart and ability. I wasn’t that good when I started out but I got better with the help of my friends. And now that I know this, I’m going to push you and help you get better. Get your cute little ass back over there and let’s start it up.” Taehyung teased letting you go.

“It’s not that little.” You mumbled looking back at your ass in the mirror how the black shorts clung to the curve of it. Taehyung bit on his bottom lip eyeing you humming.

“It’s just right, good enough to slap, smack and bite.” He could feel his dick twitch in his pants at just the thought and you couldn’t help but feel your own lower regions get wet.

“Taehyung!” You whined glaring at him. “Don’t start this when you know I will get needy.” He smirked nodding.

“I know, because I’ve been thinking of a deal to give my girl.” He paused leaning against the wall.

“Go on.” You countered taking a few steps back keeping your eyes on him.

“Prove to me that you want this, let me see in this next run through of your dance what you can do. If. IF I feel you have met up to my needs of it, then I will reward you by giving you my fingers. Nothing else though you, you get a little too loud when you’re caught up.” You felt your cheeks darken at his words but you nodded your head biting on your bottom lip.

“That I can do.” Taehyung nodded his head and you moved back to your spot. Rolling up the sleeves of your shirt you tucked them into your bra and flexed your muscles. You wiggled out your limbs as the intro played. Starting to wind your body to the slow song, you moved your hips to the best of your ability. Some movements you had to do were a fast passage of motion before you slowed down again, the foot work was close to pissing you off. Taehyung didn’t know if he just really wanted an excuse to finger you or to see you truly feel you were doing good. Probably the combination of both, whatever the case it had him walking towards you wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing down on your hips to drop you down with his body. He gracefully moved behind you.

“Feel me.” He said softly kissing under your earlobe. He glided you across the floor, his hips pushing into yours, you tried to focus on the song and your moves, but instead your eyes were looking down to see your hips pressed against the males. How he rolled his hips up against yours, his member starting to feel outlined through his black jogging pants. Taehyung was biting on his bottom lip deep in thought about dancing with you, his sweet scent mixed with a little sweat filling your nostrils. You tried to hold in your groan but a tiny whine slipped through your lips.

“Damn foot.” You tried to play it off shaking your foot before you were turned towards him. Taehyung laughed out and pressed one of his legs between yours and you did the same, grinding your hips on his thigh trying to follow the movement of the song. The air in the room slowly becoming thicker and laced with something else. Taehyung slowly let his grip get tighter on your hips watching as you breast moved in his face. Feeling your heat grind against his thigh. Taehyung, saw you circle your hips once, and he couldn’t hold it but he was trying to. Leaning forward he pressed against you surprising you with a rough kiss. Taehyung backed you up until you were against the mirror, his nails starting to bite into your skin as he rolled his hips against yours. His leg moving against your pussy only covered by so much, a loud surprised moan left your lips, and Taehyung enjoying every moment of this drunk up your needy sounds pushing his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced around each other’s, letting him control the kiss as you dry humped one another against the wall. Taehyung’s hands danced down towards your ass gripping the plump flesh in his large hands he gave a hard squeeze letting out his own groan at feeling the plump flesh under his fingertips. Your body was getting hotter, your breast was becoming puckered against the cotton fabric of your bra. Your hands went to dance up his biceps, continuing upward until you were grabbing at his hair. He bit on your tongue gently only pulling back when his chest start to hammer too hard and he got lightheaded from not taking the oxygen. A thin trail of spit connected your lips as he looked down at you with so much want and desire. He licked over his plump bottom lip continuing to roll against you, his hands moving to pull your shorts up over your cheeks making the fabric slide between your ass cheeks. You groaned slightly as your bare flesh felt his hands, he pressed you harder against the mirror the wood biting into your lower back as you rolled your hips down against his leg, your panties and shorts becoming soaked from the juices that were releasing from your pussy.  He leaned down pressing his lips against your neck sucking lightly on your spot, his teeth grazing against it lightly before he bit down on the skin causing a blooming red mark to rise. Your hands danced through his damp locks from the sweat, playing with the luscious hair as he gave you pleasure creating hickeys all over your skin.

“Taehyung.” You called out in need, your body becoming sensitive to him and you didn’t know how you were going to be able to handle too much more teasing.

“I know baby girl. You did so good in your last run through, you’ve convinced me that you are a good girl. I can reward you now.” He said softly halting his movements. He pulled back from you grabbing your hand until he was sitting down a few feet from the mirror. He pulled you down by your hand spreading his legs wide. “Turn around.” He commanded softly, you could tell from how low his voice dropped that he wasn’t playing any games.

You turned around, sitting down in front of him only for him to scope you up in his arms and pull you until you were flush against his body, his broad chest against your back. He used his hands to grip at the insides of your thigs and move your legs until each one was over his parted legs. Taehyung kissed on your shoulder and towards your neck, his hands drawing imaginary circles against your parted thighs, dragging his nails up your thighs lightly he used one hand to cup your pussy. The song on repeat in the background helped you feel more in the mood, your head rolling to the side giving him more access, your nerves were becoming a mess, breath hitching and heart rate spiking faster than you thought it would. You didn’t want to ask him about the door though you were quite worried someone might disturb the both of you, all you wanted right now was Taehyung. His palm moving up and down your pussy slowly, his fingertips stroking over the area slowly. Giving him a shuddering moan, your hips lifted slightly, your hands pressing against the top of his knees as you tried to enjoy it. Shutting your eyes your hips lifted when Taehyung tapped your thighs, you helped him pull down your shorts and off they went. Instead of taking off your panties, he dipped his hand inside looking into the mirror as his fingers grazed against your wet pussy. The mewl that left your lips didn’t help his hormones. Letting a groan resonate deep in his chest, his fingers found your clit rubbing the wet pert bud with long circular strokes. He bit on your earlobe gently, sucking on the spot as his fingers sped up slowly, he watched as your hips rolled against his hand, the needy sounds that built up in your lips, how your eyebrows knitted as you concentrated on the pleasure he was giving you. Taehyung didn’t stop playing with your clit until he could slowly start to hear the wet sounds over the music if he concentrated just as hard. His long thick fingers slid down your slit slowly.

“Do you want me to kiss it better baby?” He asked causing you to moan out his name nodding your head. Smirking softly, he opened your pussy lips with two of his fingers, his middle finger stroking against your entrance. Slowly he pushed his long digit in feeling your warm wet silk walls. His finger pushing as deep as it could before he slid it out feeling all the wetness that was starting to gather inside of your pussy. He bit on his bottom lip, his free hand gripping at your panties and yanking them to the side so that he could see your glistening center better. Your thighs tightening and flexing as he fingered you slowly. Circling his finger inside of you, he let go of your panties once they were in place, sliding his hand under your shirt and up your stomach slowly until his fingers were softly tracing under the bottom of your bra. Outlining the skin were the fabric stopped, his fingers moved to press against your nipples that were hard against your bra. He groped you through the bra for a bit before he was yanking down the fabric freeing your breast. Gasping once again, your back arched as he gripped onto your right nipple twisting it pressing himself closer to you.

“Open your eyes Y/N.” Taehyung called out your name. Slowly you opened your eyes and found his through the mirror, he let your pussy lips go with his finger only so that he could slid in another finger to rest against his middle one stretching you out more he thrusted his digits slowly inside of you wanting to build up the pace at a slower tempo. Your eyes rest on his while he kneaded your breast, fondling you on the floor, you couldn’t stop your moans that wanted to eagerly slip from your lips and let him know how good you were feeling. Taehyung, had you trembling in his hold becoming nothing more than putty as he played with you. His fingers sliding in and out of your wet pussy. Your hips rutted up against his fingers, and Taehyung picked up the speed slowly licking over his chapped lips as he started to moan.

“Does daddy make you feel good when he touches your little pussy?” He asked softly letting his fingers fuck you at a quicker pace stills thrusting them until his knuckles were buried, you nodded your head, your eyes dropping low as your flush face came into play. “Say it.”

“I love how you play with my wet pussy daddy.” You moaned out gripping at the sides of his shirts crying out.

“Do you like daddy playing with your body like this? You’re such a dirty good girl letting daddy stroke the insides of your wall on the floor. Anyone could come in and see me doing such scandalous things to you.” He commented licking across your jaw.

“I mm shit. I don’t care daddy.” You admitted pressing against him.

“No? You want people to see you being a little needy girl for daddy while I make you cum all over my fingers. I can’t wait to taste those sweet juices.” He whispered against your ears causing you to groan nodding.

“Daddy please go faster, make me cum.” You muttered out to Taehyung, looking between his face and his fingers that speed up inside of you. He was happy to oblige picking up his speed as fast as he could go adding his third finger. He curved them all finding your spot instantly, his thumb rubbing against your clit as his hand switched to your other breast to give it attention. Your hips snapped up to meet the thrusts he gave to you, walls squeezing around his fingers your juices slid down your parted thighs and onto the floor of the practice room but neither of you cared. Your stomach was tightening as Taehyung pressed his fingers deep inside of you, the whole thing was making you unravel a bit more. You turned your head to kiss his lips once again. Your hand moving to grab at his wrist as you felt your stomach tighten up the tingling feeling starting to pool in your system.

“Are you going to cum for me and let me have those juices?” Taehyung asked you loving how you looked, plastered hair against your face with wild strands sticking out your body jerking erratically against his, feet almost pressing flat on the ground so that you could aid him. He was so in love with everything you did.

“Mmm yeah I’m going to be Taehyung’s good girl and cum all over his fingers. My pussy loves when you fuck it. And when we get home I’m going to show you just how much with my tongue.” Taehyung felt his eyes turn darker if possible, your words setting him off causing him to roughly shake his hand side to side inside of you and it was game over. Your back arched as you cried out his name, squirting all over his fingers and the floor under you. Taehyung kept going seeing all the water squirt from you, his hand up to his elbow got drenched and he didn’t care it was worth it to watch your hips react to it, how you gripped at his skin your nails biting into him now. He kept moving his hand that way until he felt he got it all out seeing you calm down from your high. Slowly your limbs unlocked and you rested against his body. Taehyung pulled his fingers from you bringing them up to his lips he licked off your essence moaning as he tasted you wanting something to hold him over until you both got home.

After a few minutes of nothing, Taehyung got up and pulled you with him going to get your workout bags and his phone from the speaker. He helped you put on your shorts and straighten up yourself. Throwing an arm around you he pulled you out of the room and you frowned looking up at him as you headed towards the entrance.

“Aren’t you going to clean up the mess we made? Or at least let me!” You squeaked feeling yourself become flustered.

“Nah.” Taehyung shook his head with a growing smirk on his lips. “I got a bet to settle with Namjoon. He probably will be the only one who realized what it is.

A few hours later

“Whoever was working in here must have practiced really hard to have sweat still on the floor like that.” Jimin commented looking down at the spots of water that was still left remaining from earlier today.

“That’s not water, and get away from that or Taehyung will kill you.” Namjoon commented with an evil smirk shaking his head in disbelief as he pulled fifty dollars from his wallet and shoved it in his pocket. “Son of a bitch.” He commented still in shock at the fact that he lost a bet.

Assurance

Saturday Night Live pretty much destroyed me, and I couldn’t help but writing this after that night. I wrote this in like zero time so I am sorry if it kinda sucks but I had to write down my thoughts immediately lol enjoy pals - M xx.

You could tell that he was upset just by the way he entered the dressing room.

It was easy for you to decide why Harry was so upset, just by the way you were watching him so carefully on the live stage. Your mind filled with worry just how his hands ran through his hair so aggressively and how his eyebrows crinkled, creating creases on his forehead. You could tell by the way he walked away from the microphone that the notes he hit weren’t the ones he had in mind, and the thought of him being so disappointed in himself hurt your heart.

Of course, Harry tried shrugging it off, he didn’t want you to worry. The assured smile he flashed to you as you waited for him didn’t fool you; even when he reached to give you a kiss on the lips you knew that these were just attempts to avoid talking about his first solo performance.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, could you write a fic where Jughead and Archie are working at the construction and Betty and Veronica are going to see them. And just as they arrive, Juggie takes his plaid off (he doesn't notice them), and Betty freezes on the spot and drools over the hot body he was hiding? And Veronica is just as impressed. // Oddly specific, but it'd funny and awesome to see/read, hahahaha

I had way too much fun writing this lol. Enjoy!

“Jug, could you hand me that hammer over there?”

Archie gestured to the beat-up claw hammer sitting on the workbench, wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Sure thing, Arch,” Jughead muttered, grabbing the hammer by the grip and holding it out for Archie to take.

Jughead adjusted his hardhat, squinting through the glare of the sun to scan the perimeter of the construction site.

“Did Veronica say what time she and Betty were getting here?” Jughead wondered, squatting to the graveled road to pick up a wood beam and haul it to the other side of the work area.

“No, but my guess is that it’ll be awhile,” Archie guessed, placing a nail onto a piece of wood and forcefully hammering it down. “Kevin likes to talk when he’s nervous and he has that big history test tomorrow so I bet he’s going to have a lot to say.”

“When doesn’t he have a lot to say?” Jughead pointed out, tossing the wood into the pile and turning back to Archie with an amused grin.

“Good point,” Archie laughed, stepping backwards to take a look at his handy work and setting the hammer back on the workbench.

“God, how is it November and still close to ninety degrees out here,” Jughead complained, undoing the first few buttons on his plaid shirt and rolling up the sleeves. “What I wouldn’t give for an Arctic snowstorm or some sort of ice apocalypse right now.”

“Better get used to it,” Archie told him. “Working in construction like this? It’s pretty much hot all year around.”

Meanwhile…

“How long did they say they were going to be?” Veronica whined from the front entrance of the construction site, lifting her foot to show Betty the fancy heels that her mother had bought her for her last birthday. “These shoes were not made for walking on gravel and don’t even get me started on what this heat is going to do to the suede lining on this jacket.”

“Patience, V,” Betty told her, glancing down at her watch to check how long they had been standing there. “Jughead and Archie said to meet them here after we were done studying with Kev. They didn’t give me a specific time.”

Betty stood on her tiptoes to see around the giant tree blocking their view of the project that Mr. Andrews and his crew were working on.

“Maybe they meant for us to meet them down at the trailer,” Betty muttered, tugging on Veronica’s sleeve as she trudged through the gravel to lead them farther into the construction area. “Come on, let’s take a walk down there.”

As they rounded the corner, Betty could hear men hammering and lugging large planks of wood around the dirt-covered work area and she knew that they were headed in the right direction.

“Well trust me when I tell you that they do not want to feel the weight of my wrath if this jacket is ruined because-”

“Veronica, shut up,” Betty muttered, stopping dead in her tracks as something -or rather, someone - caught her attention at the edge of the construction site.

Veronica glanced up to follow Betty’s gaze, her eyes going wide at the sight of Jughead unbuttoning his plaid button-down to reveal a surprisingly fit, surprisingly attractive, bare chest.

“Holy hipster-meets-abercrombie,” Veronica mumbled, her mouth dropping open as Jughead tossed his shirt onto a pile of wood beams. “How could you not tell me that broody had a body.”

“I’ve never actually… you know,” Betty stammered, her pulse quickening as Jughead squirted his water bottle over his head, the water droplets trickling down his body in slow motion.

“Seen the abs under all that plaid,” Veronica finished for her, one eyebrow twitching up curiously as they both gaped at the boy standing in front of them. “Well girl, let me be the first to tell you - you were missing out.”

“Tell me about it,” Betty breathed, her cheeks flushing pink as the temperature in the air continued to elevate the longer she watched him haul the wooden planks from the truck to the pile closest to the fence.

“Well if you don’t do something about it after seeing our own personal screening of Magic Mike: Misunderstood High School Boys Edition, I most certainly will,” Veronica warned, rummaging through her purse to pull out the copy of the Grapes of Wrath she borrowed from their English teacher and fanning herself with it dramatically.

“Veronica!” Betty protested, nudging her in the side with her elbow.

“Sorry, B, but your boyfriend has a bod,” Veronica stated. “And it’s working for him.”

“Okay can you stop staring at him like that please, you’re starting to look like a cat in heat,” Betty noticed, her eyes drawing away from Jughead to watch in horror as her best friend bit her bottom lip seductively at the sight of Betty’s shirtless boyfriend. 

“You’re right, sorry,” Veronica muttered, shaking her head as if to draw herself out of a deep trance. “I just - I’ve always had this fantasy of a shirtless construction worker running towards me in slow motion - chiseled chest, dirt-smudged cheeks, a firm a-”

“V!” Betty shrieked, taking her by the arm and pulling her away from her view of Jughead.

“Okay okay, I’ll stop!” Veronica smirked, her eyes dancing wildly as she watched Betty’s gaze slowly drift back to a bare-chested Jughead. “But seriously, you’re going to do something about this right?”

“Like what?”

“B,” Veronica narrowed her eyes at Betty, wiggling her eyebrows at her suggestively as she glanced from Betty, to Jughead, and back again. “Do I really have to spell it out for you.”

“Oh,” Betty mumbled under her breath, her eyes going so wide Veronica thought they might pop right out of her head as realization finally set in. “Oh!

“Finally!” Archie called from the other side of the construction site, setting his equipment to the side and looking up to see his friends standing near the trailer. “What took you guys so long?”

“Oh you know,” Veronica called back, glancing at Betty slyly as her lips curled into an amused grin. “Just enjoying the view.”

“Yeah, the location’s great,” Archie agreed, turning on his heel to gesture towards to area of land behind them. “You can even see the river from over here.”

“Yeah, the river,” Veronica muttered as she and Betty took a few steps closer to meet Archie and Jughead halfway. “That’s totally what we were looking at.”

Jughead leaned forward to grab his shirt, but made no move to slip it back on over his bare shoulders.

“You okay, Bets?” Jughead asked, taking in her bewildered expression and flushed cheeks as he closed the space between them.

“Fine! Just a little…” Betty squeaked, her heart racing wildly as she struggled to pry her eyes away from his chest to meet his gaze. Being this close to him, Betty’s mind drifted to thoughts of her hands exploring his chest, her fingers running through his hair, her lips on his lips, his neck, his stomach. 

“Hot.”

Flustered

Summary: Based on this request by @diving-down-to-wonderland

Hey doll :) I wanted to ask for an imagine where you’re Buck’s girlfriend but are also a bit shy. One time you visit him after work (you work at a Little cafe) and surprise him in his Apartment in the Tower just as he Comes out of the shower. You’re flustered at first and turn around but he Comes and hugs you. Then you tell him you’re finally ready to lose your virginity to him and he’s all gentle that night and later you cuddle :) and also something with his metal arm if you like hihi Thanks❤️❤

Bucky x reader. FLUFF/MODERATE SMUT. Word count: 1,749

TW: sex

A/N: Sorry this request took so long to finish, but I hope you enjoy it!!!

Your name: submit What is this?

“Y/N, are you alright? You’ve been staring at the same spot on the wall for the last fifteen minutes,” asked your coworker Megan as you leaned on the counter by the espresso machine with a blank stare on your face.

”Oh, sorry Megan, I was just thinking. Slow night tonight, huh?”

“Yeah. You were thinking about Bucky, weren’t you? I can tell by that silly look in your eyes.”

“That obvious, huh? I just haven’t gotten to see him much lately with work and all. These evening shifts are killing me,” you explained.

“Look, it’s quiet in here anyway—just go see him! I’ll cover for you,” said Megan as she motioned to the back door. You smiled and took off your barista apron, hanging it on the hook by the door.

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anonymous asked:

Can you try to read yousef's lips when he talks to Noora and translate it for us please ? So we can know what they were talking about. I know it's asking too much but there are slow motion gifs on here so I think it's doable ? I am so sorry to bother you with that. Also thank you so much for your hard work on the translations. 💙

This isn’t an unkind message but I just want to publish this to show how ridiculous some of our messages are.

We subtitle the clips for free. We do not do texts and we do not do any ‘lip reading’. Please think before you spam us with bizarre requests.

Love You To Death 🌙

A/N: So I stumbled upon this in my word documents, which I wrote when I was thirteen years old. And I must admit that my writing style hasn’t changed much in the past four years, much to my embarrassment (oops). Please forgive me if you find any cringey stuff in this fic because let me repeat, thirteen years old and I know that most of us refuse to acknowledge our thirteen year old selves. Anyway, enjoy some kinky ghost Kai while I finish up requests x

Pairing(s): Kai/Jongin x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex

Genre: Very light smut/light supernatural

Requested: No

Summary: You and Ghost! Kai ‘interact’ with each other in the wee hours of the morning.

Word Count: 2563

*Side Note: This is a snippet from an old fic of mine, so if certain aspects are unclear, don’t fuss about them too much.

Originally posted by datkaidoe

As silently as I can, I shut the door behind me and quietly slip on my Converse. The icy night air whips at my face, numbing it as I make my way down the pitch-black corridor, occasionally bumping myself against the wall.

Ow.

Using my phone as a flashlight, I slowly navigate my way to the end of the corridor and inch up the creaky stairs that links to the attic. I’m not even supposed to be awake at this time of night as it is forbidden in the dorm…but who’s to stop me from doing what I want?

The trapdoor to the attic is stiff and creaky from lack of use but I manage to open it eventually. Dust surrounds me as I squint into the darkness, desperately searching for what I’m looking for.

Books, old clothes, broken furniture…

I paw through the piles of junk blindly, hoping to feel the silkiness of the cloth-wrapped package that (Y/F/N) chucked away. Then I stop, goosebumps forming on my arms and the hairs at the back of my neck standing on end. The temperature of the atmosphere drops rapidly.

He’s here.

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Red Velvet Reaction to: Finding Out They’re Your Ideal Type

snsd version; here

Irene: Feels a little proud. She always tries to portray a good image of herself, so to know that someone likes her makes her feel grateful yet proud. When the topic is brought up in an interview, she gives you a shout out.

“I would just like to say that I also admire Y/N greatly and I’m very honoured to be their ideal type!”

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Wendy: She’s watching you accept a music award and when you say “I’d like to thank my ideal type, Wendy Son, for inspiring me to write this song,” she’s like :O

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Seulgi: You confess that she’s your ideal type as you both guest on a variety show and she’s flattered but also taken aback. She looks to see if you’re just doing it to get a reaction from the audience but when you wink at her, she looks away shyly.

“I also like Y/N …” she admits.

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Joy: It was a huge party, the drinks were flowing and a rumour was going around, claiming that she was your ideal type. More hyped on the atmosphere than the drink in her hand, Sooyoung jokingly asks you, “Is it true?” When you shyly admit it is, her confidence and joking nature drops. She had expected it to be just a silly rumour.

“Oh …” For once, she’s speechless.

Originally posted by dumblets

Yeri: Only found out while on a show, when the mc told her. The look of shock that crossed her face was replayed, slow motion, to convey to the viewers just how hilarious she looked.

“Really? I heard that before from my unnies but I thought they were teasing me.” Grows serious then, unsure of how to approach the situation. “Ahh, um, if Y/N is watching then … thank you for naming me as your ideal type. I’ll work hard as Red Velvet’s maknae to continue being your ideal type.”

She speaks as if she’s accepting an award and it earns a loud laugh from the audience.

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PSA: ANNIE LOVES IT WHEN I GRAB HER FACE ITS SO CUTE AND WEIRD

you know how some people will lightly grab their dogs snooter to get them to stop barking

well that doesnt work for annie because she LOVES the game wehre i grab her face. i’m pretty sure its this behavior that wolves and some dogs do, but, it’s not a dominance display or anything (i am always skeptical when people call wolf behaviors hierarchical anyway.) 

even if it was a dominance thing, it means that annie sees me as her equal, which i already know, because she does it back to me. she will jump up and snap at my face (remember she has no teeth!!) but she’s not angry or anything (she also snaps when she’s angry). 

like she just puts her whole mouth over my nose…. i know she wants to play this game when she starts opening her mouth and wiggling her face at me PREPARING TO STRIKE….sometimes i’ll pinch her on her back or her butt and she’ll start rolling around in doggo bliss. also, if i try to do this when she’s being a bad girl and borking at me, it doesn’t work because she’s like pLAY!!!! PLAYING AND BORKING!!!

she just loses her shit over this

(out of frame: my hand about to grab her face, approaching in slow motion to build up suspense)

i’ve got some videos of this somewhere that i can try to find bc u need to experience the cutest doggo in the multiverse. whenever i post a vid of us playing i am usually doing this at least once and you’re probably like “what the heck ashley why would you do that to her”. she like it…..

anyway (annieway) i thought you should all know about this. 

Slower - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1147
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: swearing
Requested by anon
Could you do a Pietro imagine where the roles are kinda reversed? Everyone always writes for a shy reader and a cocky Pietro so could you do one where the reader doesn’t seem to be affected by Pietro’s flirting and it throws him for a loop ? [sorry if this makes like no sense] ” AND “Could you write a Pietro imagine where he is supposed to be teaching/training you but he just constantly flirts instead?
Authors Note: FINALLY BACK TO REQUESTS! Also, this was so fucking fun to write. There isn’t much dialouge, but I honestly think it turned out so cool xD

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Part Two


Pietro was the hardest person to find a training partner for. Tony was annoyed by him, Steve didn’t know how to work with him, and Thor played jokes on him for his own amusement. If he were paired up with his sister, they would go easy on each other for trying not to hurt them, and Natasha took none of his shit. That left Clint, who couldn’t work with him for feeling too guilty, and Vision, who needed work on his own. So it seemed that the only one left was you, and you were surprisingly okay to with Pietro.

You had been with the Avengers for a while, but due to your abilities, sometimes you are more needed in other parts of the world more than helping your team. You were the one person that Tony and Bruce would call smarter than them, as one of the best hackers. Not to mention the powerful things you can do with slowing and stopping time, you were important. Who knew what you could do with those powers? But with those things up your sleeves, you were needed internationally to help all around the world, and in other worlds as well.

At the time Ultron was released, Thor sent you to Asgard to help the Warriors figure out a problem going on. You honestly had no idea anything crazy was happening on Earth, you had just assumed that your team was fighting something that you usually saw; just another villain out of their mind and not knowing what they were doing.

But when you came back, right after Ultron was destroyed, you found out it was much more than just an everyday criminal.

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Possible-Future-Girlfriend

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky bets you can’t flirt for shit. You prove him wrong.

Word Count: 2.1k | Rating: G [fluff]

Warnings: None 

A/N: This idea just popped into my mind and honestly this one shot is my favorite!

Anyway, sorry for any typos 😛

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*gif is not mine!


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This has probably been addressed, but I just want to go on my own little rant about why I love Lestrade…

1. Humility. He’s NEVER cared about getting credit for anything. He just wants the bad guys caught so people stop getting hurt or killed. That’s all he cares about. Saving people. He knows Sherlock’s methods work.

2. Faith. In the car park…how long did it take him to go from “Sherlock’s definitely super dead” to “Oh, you bastard.” ?????
I think I counted like 6 seconds.

3. Brains. He’s in no way dumb. He’s Detective Inspector. In that pub when Moriarty’s interruption flashed on…even in slow motion, you can tell he immediately recognized who it was, and what the implications meant. Yet he’s not afraid of Sherlock making him LOOK dumb, because like everybody else, he’s in awe of his mind. Maybe he’s trying to learn to think like him.

4. His hair always looks amazing no matter what.

5. He’s so happy for everyone. All the time. Like, genuinely happy. And you can tell it’s because he really loves and is so proud of everybody. I feel like his happiness is the purest, because Rupert Graves is so genuine. Every Lestrade smile is a full-blast Rupert smile. I feel like his smile is so infectious, it causes any actor who happens to glance at him to smile 100X brighter because of it. You can see it when Martin Freeman smiles like a madman after looking at him when Sherlock finally says “Greg” for the first time. Rupert Graves and Aiden Turner are a lot alike in how, when you see them genuinely smile and laugh, you feel immortal for a few seconds.

6. He’s a huge goober.

Right in Front of Your Eyes - Part 2

Originally posted by thealextheshipper


Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, all the feelings
Summary: After your parents were murdered mysteriously, you move in with your godfather Tony Stark, along the way your normal life will be turned upside down, due to a Mr Parker and being hit by a bus. It will all make sense eventually.
A/N: Basically, you are Jessica Drew but with your name and a slight twist. BTW you’re British, you’re welcome 😉
Word Count: 1800+

Intro | Part 1 |

I hate hospitals. Well, not the idea of saving people’s lives, but mainly the smells and people. The smell of antiseptic, death and misery is not something you can get used to, not being able to move from the waist down sucks, even more, I cried two days straight after I found out. Thanks to that bus I’m now paralysed from the waist down, but according to the doctors, Tony made it just in time with the news that he may have a solution. By that I mean, secretly he’s been trying to replicate Peter’s Spider-Man abilities to form some type of serum, yes, I know Spider Man’s identity, I sort of put two and two together, makes me feel slightly giddy that Peter’s girlfriend only thinks he’s working with Tony for a grant, and that I know more about Peter than she ever has done; what a shock that will be. Peter has been at the hospital with me from the start, I don’t know why, he says that we should ‘bond’ and now that I can’t walk, he knows I won’t run away. It’s funny really, he apologised straight after saying that, but I was in hysterics. Anyway, back to the serum; Tony asked me if it was okay to inject me with it, I said yes straight away before he could even tell me side effects, or even what would happen. I mean what else can I lose? (I really shouldn’t jinx myself, I mean I’m a disabled orphan for Christ’s sake). So, plans were made, which brings us to now. Looking at the clock I have 10 minutes until my life is going to change – again – For better or for worst.

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Too Close

Braun Strowman/OC: Based loosely off the song 11 Blocks by Wrabel. Angst. Pure angst. Lowkey tears.

I have more feels and ideas for Braun fics than anything else lmao why am I like this. I’m Braun trash. It’s a problem.

Tagging my bbies: @lavitabella87 @omgmissmillie @everybodyfinnfreeze @shadow-of-wonder @screamersdontdance @laochbaineann @justtookawaii @sarrahcha @twiistedbliiss @hotspurmadridista @alexispoo @niazha16 @happelu970 @officialbroski10-blog @crowleysqueenofhell @lilmisscrisis @antigonemaia @imnoaingeal @littledeadrottinghood @imagineall-the-fandoms @fuckyeahbulletclub @hiitsmecharlie @macfizzle @heavenlytheshield @oraclegazes @culturalrebel @welshwitch5 @wrasslesmut @actualamyautopsy @blondekel77 @meaganottiz02 @karaboomhower @valeonmars @squirrel666 @livingthestrongstyle @damnbuvky @dmm-wts @caramara3 @abbie03d

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Quick Fic inspired by the golf overrun 😂

“Kens?”

She shifts against him, legs tangled with his as they lay beneath the soft, leopard print blanket that Deeks inexplicably had conveniently folded on the back of his couch. It feels like home, she thinks - the warmth between their bodies, the way her head fits tucked neatly under his chin, the way his heart beats steady as a drum beneath her palm. She splays her fingers, letting each of them take in the smoothness of his chest, his toned muscles strong and masculine, yet quivering beneath her touch.

(Wait, when had her hand snaked its way under the fabric of his shirt?

…Not important. She likes it there and he’s not complaining.)

He says her name again, a low rumble that sifts through her hair just as easily as his fingers. “Kens…”

She yawns; God, it feels so good, her body against his like this, just the two of them. In that moment, there’s no one else in the world. Phones off and in the other room, they’re entirely unplugged.

Except for the tv. And it seems that’s what’s causing Deeks’ confusion. “Do we like golf?”

It’s a good question, Kensi thinks - after all, the movie they’d been watching (well, the movie they’d mostly missed because their mouths kept finding each other, stolen kisses on a lazy Sunday afternoon. “I … I’ve never really thought about it?” She murmurs, furrowing her brow.

“Because we’re watching golf, and I don’t know how long we’ve been watching golf,” he replies. Kensi’s sleepy mind can’t find an answer in the comfortable fog she’s lost within before her fiancé continues. “And have you ever noticed how many sports are really just grown men playing with balls?”

It’s such a Deeks question that Kensi can’t help but snort. “You grown men do like playing with your balls, don’t you?” She smirks.

Deeks grins. “Touché, Kensalina. Touché.”

It’s another five, ten, twenty minutes, hell maybe it’s an hour before the question resurfaces, this time from Kensi’s lips. “So…do we actually like golf?”

“I really don’t think so…”

Kensi hums, as if it makes the most sense in the world. “So why are we watching it?”

Pure Deeks. “Because the remote is all the way over there,” he says, pointing arbitrarily. “And you’re trapping me with your body.”

She can hear the grin in his words and she stops herself just before whispering that there’s a part of him she’d like to trap somewhere. It’s clever and very much worth a touché, but it would also make him far too cocky.

Instead, she says nothing just yet. Maybe he’s not willing to move, but she is. A devilish sparkle in her eyes, she shifts atop him, rising to straddle him. The look in his eyes as she meets his gaze is momentarily surprised, but it’s quickly overtaken by desire, desire that quickly pools in the part of him between her toned thighs.

She smirks down at him, touching first her forehead to his, then bumping his nose with hers. “Just because the remote is all the way over there doesn’t mean we have to watch golf…”

God, he loves the way her mind works as she covers his mouth with hers, a slow, seductive kiss that steadily stokes the fire, heating him from the inside out as her hands begin to roam.

And his are not motionless; with a quick motion, he’s got her out of her shirt (well, his, really), naked from the waist up. “God, I love you,” he murmurs against her lips as they reclaim his.

It’s not long before nothing separates them; the blanket covers them loosely as her hips grind with his; his hands gather her hair, skimming through, tousling it as she kisses him, shifting her core just exactly where it needs to be, but not quite there yet. Deeks moans softly, the heat of her against him making him throb, desperate to slip inside of her.

And then she lifts her hips, hovering but for a moment before slowly sliding him home, where she needs him most. “I think you just scored a hole-in-one,” she teases, shivering as he reaches the deepest parts of her.

He can barely laugh; God, it’s so terrible yet so clever at the same time. “Touché, baby. Touché.”

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'Grey's Anatomy': A Look Back at THAT Bomb Scene | EW

One of the tensest events in the history of Grey’s Anatomy is the infamous scene from “As We Know It,” which premiered following Super Bowl XL in 2006, the second half of a two-part episode. After surgically removing a bomb from a man’s torso, Meredith Grey (Ellen Pompeo) hands it over to defuser Dylan Young (Kyle Chandler) — and it blows up before he even makes it out of the ER.

Executive producer Shonda Rhimes, Pompeo, and episode director Peter Horton recall the details.

SHONDA RHIMES: I remember having to talk it through with [then ABC Entertainment Group president] Stephen McPherson. It was a big deal that we were doing the Super Bowl episode, so I wanted to make sure it was something they wanted to do. He seemed fine with it.
PETER HORTON: It was a very ambitious proposition. There were a number of long days because of that. When that explosion scene came up, the only way you get through it is with a tremendous amount of prep. We worked on how we wanted to do it, what walls we wanted to collapse, what lights we wanted to fall.
RHIMES: I always knew the [bomb] moment was going to involve Ellen. I don’t know if anyone else was jealous. I don’t think anyone thought like, “Oh, great, I want to have my hand stuck in a body cavity and stand there with all those horrors.”
ELLEN POMPEO: It was very late at night when we filmed it. I had been working something like 17 hours. I was exhausted, so I was excited that I didn’t have to do the stunt. They had this amazing stunt girl who was going to do it for me. They strapped her to a cable so they could pull her back when Kyle blows up.
HORTON: The stunt double was fairly young. She wasn’t quite prepared for when she got yanked, having landed on her back and getting her head snapped back. And boy, did it. You could hear it. As stunt people do, she immediately sat up and said, “I’m fine.” But clearly she had whacked her head hard, so she had to go through concussion protocol. We’d only had one take of this thing, and I needed to have a couple of things adjusted from that one take, so I had Ellen do it.
POMPEO: We had a knock-down, drag-out fight because he insisted I do the stunt. I said, “A f—ing professional stuntwoman just gave herself a concussion doing it. I’ve been working 18 hours. I can barely see straight. Now you want me to try it?” He was adamant. I was adamant. We were screaming at each other. I even said to him, “Why are you even making me do this? You’re going to use that take with her head bouncing off the floor,” because it looked amazing. It was like slow motion. Anyway, I ended up doing it, despite me not wanting to. And of course they used the first take.
HORTON: If you look in the episode, you will see the stunt girl hit her head. We left that in. It had been very effective. But we used part of Ellen’s take, which is the part she never remembers. We never would have put her in jeopardy. We pulled her much slower than we pulled the stunt double.
POMPEO: I remember thinking Kyle Chandler was amazing. I wasn’t surprised his career really took off after that because he was so natural.
RHIMES: He would pitch me ideas on how Dylan, his character, could maybe not explode, and I would show him the line in the script that said, “Dylan explodes.” That’s literally all it said. He was written to explode. But I did not expect to have Kyle Chandler. I didn’t want to explode him.
HORTON: Whenever you direct anything, some of your best moments are accidents. When we did the blast, all of these bits of debris fill the air and come slowly down like a rainstorm. It added such a fabulous texture to that moment, when Ellen is sitting up and looking at the remains of poor Kyle Chandler.
POMPEO: Nothing seemed as monumental back then because we had no idea how long this show would run or how iconic these moments would become.
HORTON: It was the highlight of Grey’s Anatomy in all of its 12 years. It was a special moment when it all came together in just the right way.

anonymous asked:

How was the concert? Did you have fun? Tell me all the juicy bits how are they live? I'm sure I'll never see them cause Bighit hates Europe and I'm even more sure that if they do come they don't know abt Eastern Europe so I still won't be able to go :/

Dude…. It was amazing. And I really hope European ARMY gets to experience it some time soon! It was a really different experience from the TRB Dallas, mostly because I was so much closer last time, but this time I was p2 and I got to see all the choreo and shit but I was still close enough to feel close and it was just…. amazing. I want to write up a full fan account later but right now I’m just gonna list the top things I remember about each of the boys:

Kook: God. His solo stage was fucking remarkable. His footwork his voice his moves just. He is such an entertainer, he’s so superhuman. We had pretty good view of his thigh girth from our seats and it, too, was remarkable…. Jenny’s words, not mine….. He also followed Jin’s lead and stole an army bomb, but instead of sweetly returning it like Jin, he pretended to drop it like a little imp butt because he’s a fucking imp butt. When Jimin said “Did you like it?” his little “I liked it” was the cutest thing I have ever heard and I squealed and fell to the floor, he is just precious and talented and adorable. A complete dork, the hottest dork. 

Yoongi: Um just like fucking fire. Just. fire. His Cypher verse was immaculate, I’m talking full virgin birth immaculate, and his solo stage was fucking POWERFUL man. It was so emotional and powerful and I was like legit moved by him. He also dropped it low. He is so tiny and so beautiful and so fucking talented it hurts me. Fun fact: my little sister got drenched in Father Yoongi’s holy water during Cypher. 

Jin: Stunning. Charismatic. Hilarious. Talented. His solo was another world man. I think he actually had my favorite voice live?? Which I wasn’t expecting because last time it was Baby J but….. wow. Fucking stunning. He blew at least 4 kisses and stole 2 army bombs, one regular one, then one pink one when we did the rainbow ocean. He looked so polite and charming when he was asking the girl for them. He just looked happy and carefree and UGH just perfect. 

Taehyung: SHIT MAN HIS HIGH NOTES that’s right, this deep subterranean voiced motherfucker was SLAYING HIS FUCKING high notes during his solo like WOW it was better live than you can imagine. Probably the best high notes of the concert. And it seemed like he was throwing some extra ones in there.  He also LOVED to tease the crowd, like squat down and make cute faces at the fans. His charisma while dancing was off the charts, he goes from zero to too intense in 1 sec flat. There were eyebrows. 

Jimin: It’s really hard to understand the POWER in his dance until you see it live. He is….. he’s something else. His every move, every pause, every breath is just brimming with potential energy, he THROWS himself into the dances, you’ve never seen anything like it. He is a born performer. Even when he’s not dancing or singing, he’s performing. His voice is so clear and lovely. He started the concert with his hair all nicely combed down like a nice little fringe but by the end, he had done that thing where he ran his fingers through it to the point where it was off his forehead. He did this thing where he liked to gaze off all seriously into the crowd and probably give some poor fan a heart attack by looking straight into their souls. Rude as shit, always found a way to make every move a little bit nasty. Perfect, stunning, small. 

Hobi: …. I could not take my eyes off of him. I could not. First of all not only is he the most beautiful person I have ever seen in front of my eyes, but he is just….. his on-stage charisma is second to none. When he’s dancing, he’s still engaging the audience, he’s smiling, he’s just…. fuck I don’t even know how to describe it. He draws you in. He is by far, for me, the most comprehensively amazing live performer. His singing? Fucking amazing. Mama killed me. It was perfect. He knows how to work an audience, man. Ruder than Jimin even, always throwing in extra little rolls and thrusts, but you can’t even be mad at him, because he is HUMAN SUNSHINE and you know what I know we call him that all the time, I know that’s like his thing, but at this concert, I felt it, I felt happier just looking at him. I can’t… describe him. He’s just. The closest thing to magic that this dreary world has to offer. 

Namjoon: I…… I don’t even really know…. how to articulate…. any of this. Full disclosure I have been having a slow motion Kim Namjoon meltdown since summer 2015 but… this concert was the culmination of all of that. Arguably the most emotional moment of the concert was his solo stage. And listen, I was not even a huge fan of Reflection before this, like it was great and all but it was one of the ones I skipped over on the album. But he… jesus he just. He fucking felt this shit. He felt what he was saying, and I felt it, and every time he said ‘I wish I could love myself,’ the crowd shouted ‘we love you’ and fuck i have never felt so bonded with that many thousands of fucking people. It was this giant cohesive emotional moment and it was transcendent. I’m pretty sure he also found a way to make the rainbow crowd like a statement about racial equality, just the most philosophical beautiful asshole you’ve ever met. When the crowd got rowdy and people were getting hurt, he stopped everything and said, “no pushing please, safety is the most important thing” and would not proceed until there was order. He talked to the crowd like he was talking to friends, he was never full of himself or condescending, despite their immense undeniable success, like he was just so genuine and thankful, and as soon as he walked off that stage, I immediately missed him. He has utterly ruined human beings for me and I am honestly so fucked. 

bisexualdarknight  asked:

I don't know if you're still in the writing mood but here's a prompt if you're up for it: clark non-explicitly asking bruce out in the middle of conversations and never being taken seriously

(AN: I’m sorry this took a little longer, I’ve been working more days lately and there is a couple days between me writing the beginning of this and the end if things seem a little wonky. I hope you like it either way)

“He has to know right? I mean, it’s Batman.”

“Let it go, Bear.” Hal said not looking up from his magazine. The two were supposed to be on monitor duty, but the Lantern normal took this time to relax and maybe catch up on some sleep if he was partnered with someone reliable and there were very few more reliable than Flash. Except apparently when there was drama afoot.

“I can’t just let it go.” Barry sighed but reluctantly turned back to the monitors, far used to his friend’s routine. Between Justice League missions and Green Lantern duties, he couldn’t really complain if the guy fell asleep while working. Much. “It’s like watching someone slip on something in slow motion. It’s too late to warn them and you know it’s going to end in disaster.”

Hal snorted but didn’t object to the hyperbole. Of course Batman had to see it, they all had. It had been going on for months. Hell, maybe even years considering the two had known each other for far longer than the rest of them had.

Then again, he thought, glancing up towards where Batman and Superman were huddled over the plans for the Watchtower renovations. The guy does have the emotionally intelligence of a potato.

Supes was standing shoulder to shoulder with the Bat, a proximity that seemed only to be reserved for him, Diana and his forty friggin kids. The aforementioned Bat’s shoulders weren’t as tense as they normally were. If it was anyone else, Hal would have just narrowed it down to the years of familiarity they had on the rest of them, but the Lantern had only seen that particular extent of relaxation around the other man’s fifty-seven bat kids. Hal shook his head, turning back to his magazine and taking his own advice, letting it go.

“We need to fix the water pressure in the en-suite showers, but that can wait.” Bruce said, lens covered eyes scanning the plans as Clark nodded along. “It’s the satellite that needs immediate attention.”

“Did you see that new restaurant by the Planet earlier?” Clark asked as his friend lapsed into brief silence, most likely doing calculations in his head.

“I did. That meteor shower on Monday caused more damage than J’onn and I anticipated. Some of the panels will need to be replaced.”
“Well that’s probably because I needed to destroy an asteroid to make it a meteor shower. We should go there for lunch tomorrow instead of the diner.”

“Rosanne would stop giving you that free cheesecake if she found out we skipped out on the usual place. I can get new panels, but it might take a couple days.”

“I can loop around the planet a couple times every day until we get them. And okay, that’s fair.” Clark chuckled, thinking of the older waitress that normally took his and Bruce’s order whenever the former was in Metropolis. “Well how about we go there for dinner?” He suggested albeit hopefully.

“Can’t. Charity dinner. One that you’re covering.” Bruce hummed without missing a beat. “That’s impractical even for you, Superman. There might be a way I can get them as early as tonight, might have to involve Malone though.”

“Oh. Right, day job.” His shoulder’s sagged only the slightest bit and he raised a half amused eyebrow. “Malone has those kind of connections?”

“You’d be surprised. I’ll make the arrangements for after the dinner later. If I can get them, you’re going to have to do the heavy lifting.”

“Yeah, I can do that, B.”


He has to know. Dick thought watching Bruce and Clark crowd the monitor (Batcomputer as Nightwing had mentally dubbed it) looking over the results of the tests Bruce had ran on a strange metallic object that Clark had ‘ran into’ during one of his most recent battles. Clark’s hand rested on the top of the computer chair as he leaned forward for a ‘better look at the screen’, invading Bruce’s personal space. Rather than objecting to the proximity, B didn’t even seem to notice it. Which Dick knew was bullshit since his father figure was aware of almost everything in his environment. He was sure Clark was aware of this as well.

It was a familiar routine, one that Dick could trace back to his Robin days, when Clark and Bruce first began their uneasy truce that surcame to years of true friendship. Of course, back then he hadn’t been totally aware that Superman had been flirting with his guardian. Not until Jason had taken up the Robin mantle at least. He shook his head. At this point he wasn’t sure if Bruce was toying with the other man or if this had actually managed to evade the Batman’s noticed. Which he seriously doubted. The pattern was always the same; they did some actual work for a few hours, standing or working closer to each other than strictly necessary, then Clark would bring up a movie he was thinking about seeing (this week was the new King Kong movie, go figure) or a concert or restaurant he wanted to go check out and would casually invite Bruce along, only for it to go over the Bat’s head.

The worst part was, Dick knew Bruce was interested. He knew Bruce better than the older man knew himself sometimes. They all saw the softness in his eyes when it came to Clark, the inside jokes, the way the Man of Steel could just ‘pop by’ without getting the whole ‘my city’ speech (most of the time) anymore. So it baffled the eldest child a little. He didn’t know why he toyed with the other man like that. Maybe he decided he would lose interest, maybe he had somehow convinced himself that he was somehow a danger to the indestructible man like he had most people in his life. Maybe he convinced himself that relationships themselves were too dangerous, too distracting from his work.

Maybe, Dick thought as he watched Bruce’s lips twitch a little at some corny joke Clark had made before falling back into their neutral scowl. He thinks he’s the one being toyed with.

He shook his head and headed upstairs for something to eat, ruffling Damian’s hair as he passed him on the stairs.

“Try not to be as hopeless as them when you get older, okay?” He muttered, smirking at the confused look he got as he walked away.


Clark yawned and stretched, pushing up his glasses to rub at his eyes. Alien or not, staring at his computer screen for six straight hours had done nothing good to his eyes, or his back for that matter.

“So, even Superman gets uncomfortable in cheap office chairs.” He looked up in brief panic before his brain registered the voice. The shadows of the empty bullpen seemed to naturally surround Bruce, even when his Batsuit was traded for a nice Armani one. His lips were quirked in a small, amused smile as he approached his desk as he had many times before. “The job of an investigative journalist is never done I see.”

“Unfortunately not.” Clark chuckled, leaning back in the chair to better look up at him better. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Wayne?” He asked with a bit of a teasing grin. Bruce said nothing, just studying his face with those calculating blue eyes in a way that always made Clark want to squirm. Of course, if he did, that mean Bruce won. It became a game at some point, though he couldn’t say when, one he was almost sure he wouldn’t win. There was no winning with the Bat. He had even resigned to stop his advances, forfeit the game. He was content with being friends, that would be enough for him.

Of course with Bruce, it wasn’t that simple. Because, like most things with the Bat, the moment Clark thought he was out, Bruce changed the rules. The billionaire leaned down and pressed his lips against the reporter’s, who responded to the long dreamt about kiss immediately, cradling the back of his head, afraid it would end just as suddenly. When Bruce did pull away, he was smirking.

“Come on, you owe me dinner.”