and-look-at-his-face-damnit!

boyfriend jungkook
  • okokok lets DO THIS
  • i have a soft spot for little jungkook he was my very first bias
  • the softest cutest little man child
  • would fall for u within the first few months of knowing u and one day he just sees u laughing and his heart flutters and hes like “shit jungkook”
  • asks u out by standing at ur door at 9am on a saturday morning with flowers and a cute little teddy bear
  • laughs as u start blushing and freaking out bc ur in ur fucking pj’s w bed hair and a clean face damnit get it together
  • ever since then he thinks u look the cutest when u just woke up
  • does little things to make ur day a little better
  • sends u cute texts
  • tries to pull cheesy shit
  • “hey jagi lets count shoulders… 
  • *taps his own shoulders* 
  • “1..2..” 
  • “taps ur shoulder and then wraps his arm around u to tap ur other shoulder*
  • “3..4!”
  • whines when u slap him bc why is he like this
  • probably such a good kisser mm but u didnt hear it from me
  • likes when u play with his hair
  • cuddles!!! so many cuddles!!!!
  • likes when u wear his clothes
  • plays piano and sings songs and cooks for u
  • does anything for u
  • tries to make u laugh bc he thinks ur laugh is cute
  • lowkey the jealous type i feel like
  • favorite pda is holding hands or wearing something small that matches
  • beats u at every imessage game
  • wont let u win 8ball even out of pity
  • reaches things on the top shelf for u
  • pets ur hair when ur sad or sleepy
  • rly stubborn after fights but usually apologizes first after a fight unless u were rlly in the wrong and he knew he was right
  • ur moms wants u to marry him but doesnt say that out loud
  • such a good boyfriend honestly

So, the one where Bucky isn’t among the soldiers who are captured, or where the Captain America tour gets there earlier, and Bucky actually sees it live.

And Bucky is watching this asshole all angry with the other soldiers, but kind of distracted. Cause damn does he look like Steve. Steve who last wrote about finding some army job he’s not allowed to talk about, Steve who hasn’t written since then, Steve who has that same awkward face…

And then while Cap gives his cheesy speech you hear from the audience “GOD DAMNIT STEVE”.

…..does that exist? I think it should.

5SOS Preference #21: Friend Zone
  • Michael Clifford: "Where the fuck is he?" Michael asks angrily while looking around the busy school halls with alert eyes. "Michael, not right now." I implore while grabbing his arm to help relax him. "I'm going to fucking kill that rotten bastard." He mutters under his breath. "Please, Michael. Don't." I say getting in front of him, making him look at me. "He fucking hurt you, (Y/N)!" Michael yells while throwing his hands up in the air and my heart sunk. "He broke your heart heart and now I need to break his fucking nose, damnit." He walks away quickly, searching everywhere for my ex. "Michael!" I yell for him. Then he found him. "You fucking asshole." Michael says before taking a hit at my ex's face. "Michael!" I screech, running to him. Michael gets on top of my ex on the ground and starts swinging his fists, hard. Everyone gathers around to watch. "You fucking cheater. You just couldn't keep your cock in your pants could you?" He yells in his face while staring at him as he groans in pain. His nose is defiantly broken. "You ever touch her, speak to her, or even look at her wrong, I will not hesitate to kill you, you fucking got it?" Michael hisses at the the beaten boy and he nods his head slowly. "Don't even come near her." Michael says before getting up. "C'mon (Y/N)," He says before putting his arm around me. "I'll show you who's faithful around here." Then he walks me and him out of the scene. My hero.
  • Ashton Irwin: "I'm so proud of you." Ashton whispers after I embrace him. He wraps his arms around me and I breathe in his scent. "Thank you for coming over." I say before pulling away from him. "No need to thank me. I'm always glad to come." He says with a warm smile. I give him a small smile. "You alright?" He asks quietly, grabbing my hand. I bite my lip while staring at our hands and shake my head a bit. "It was like he was glad that I broke it off," I say gently. "Like he didn't want to be together anymore." Ashton doesn't speak. "He didn't even fight for me, Ash," I whisper while looking up at him, who's staring at me with kind eyes. "He didn't even protest." He breathes out and then pulls me into a hug. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N)," He says, "You tried to save it and he didn't have a set to do the same." I nod my head, fighting to keep my tears back. "You did the right thing, babe." Ashton whispers to me. "I keep saying that to myself but I just can't believe it." I say, pulling away from him. "Please believe it." Ashton implores gently, putting his hand on my cheek. I look at him whiles he watches his thumb grazes my cheekbone slowly. "I wish I can take the pain away from you." He whispers before looking into my eyes.
  • Luke Hemmings: "Hey, don't cry," Luke whispers to me while wiping my tears with his thumbs. "He doesn't deserve your tears." I sniff as I try to find my breath. "I t-thought he loved me, L-Luke," I say, my voice breaking. "I thought he w-was the one." He frowns and then pulls me towards him and my head meets his chest. He lays us on down on his bed that we're sitting on. Luke holds me as I cry while his chin rests on my head and his hand rubs my back, trying to soothe me down. "What did I-I do to get this?" I ask him before pulling away from him to see him. He looks down at me and shakes his head. "Absolutely nothing," Luke whispers, putting a piece of hair behind my ear. "But I'll tell you one thing though." I sniff and rest the side of my head on his chest. "What's that?" I ask. "He lost the world." Luke says, pressing his lips on my head. I smile a little. "This entire planet needs more you, Luke." I whisper with a little laugh. I feel him smile. "Stop, you're making me blush." He mumbles. "I mean it Luke. You're the sweetest person ever and you're incredibly handsome. Any girl would be lucky to have you." I admit with a blush. "Well any boy would be honored to have you be theirs, (Y/N)." He whispers slowly.
  • Calum Hood: "You really should leave him." Calum suggests quietly, who's sitting next to me on my couch. "Why do you say that?" I ask with a chuckle before putting a handful of popcorn in my mouth. He shrugs and then lets out a shaky sigh. "He's just an asshole who treats you like shit, (Y/N)," He says while getting popcorn from the bowl. "And I don't like that." I watch him throw a popcorn in his mouth. "But I love him." I whisper while looking at my hands. "Yes but does he love you?" He asks and I go silent. Does he? "Babe, no one should treat you like that and it makes me sick that he does. You don't deserve that. You need better." Calum says sincerely while shaking his head. Tears well up in my eyes because I know he's right. "You try doing it, Cal," I croak out before looking up at him. His face softens and he takes my hand. "It's...it's hard." Then once after one of my tears fall, he pulls me into him and I begin to cry into his chest. He rubs my back gently as I sob, cooing me while doing so. "It sucks, C-Cal." I admit to him in pain. "I know babe. I know." He says gently back. "I-its gonna be so hard." I say as my heart aches more. "It will be but I'll help you get over it," Calum whispers in a pleading voice. "Just please, (Y/N), leave him."
if it’s not you, who is it?

“Sakura-chan!”

“Naruto?” she questioned, turning to face in the direction of the call. She grinned at his running form. “Oh, hey! What’s up?”

His strong hands grabbed her shoulders, looking at her in wonderment. “How’d you teach Sarada to do that?!” he exclaimed, smiling so wide and proud. “She’s barely more than a year old, and she can do that? That’s amazing!”

She blinked, brows furrowing. “Huh?”

“You know, the thing!” Naruto pressed, moving his hands around to make some sort of a gesture she didn’t understand. At her puzzlement, Naruto rubbed his temples, brows furrowed. “Damnit, I can’t remember what it’s called, but it’s that thing like… you know when people rub their noses together? What’s that called again?”

Sakura’s mouth parted lightly, eyebrows shooting up. “An eskimo kiss?”

Naruto’s blue eyes widened, and he thrust a hand to point a her. “That! How in the world did you teach Sarada how to do an eskimo kiss at her age!”

Her jaw dropped open. “Sarada knows how to give an eskimo kiss?”

Naruto’s arm lowered, confusion sweeping over him. “Wait… if you didn’t teach her how to do one then who…” He froze, then, eyes snapping wide. “No way…” he whispered.

In one sharp, single movement, they both turned to each other and blurted, “Sasuke?!”

I Still Have You || Cas

Deanna angrily threw an empty beer can across the room in frustration after hearing the door slam as Sam left. They had just had a fight over him wanting to go his own way again, just for a while. But it was ridiculous. He didn’t need to leave, but yet the asshole did anyways. God, how much she hated her younger brother sometimes.

The blonde let out an angrily huff off hair as she let herself sink herself down into the motel couch, leaning back and running her hands down her face. “Damnit,” she muttered, her hand brushing through her long blonde hair. Whatever. She could always haul his ass back here anyways. Dee looked up, her thoughts interrupted when she heard someone come in.

“Oh, hey Cas. You chose one helluva time to show up.”

“But I want candy NOW!” 

Sam looked up then, leveling a tired look of disappointment at Gabe that had him lowering his wings hastily. “Gabe, we went over this,” Sam murmured while regretfully tucking a bookmark between the pages and focusing his attention on his pouting fledgeling, “When did I say you could have candy?” 

Gabriel’s face became petulant. “…when I cleaned my room,” he muttered sullenly, flicking his wings closed and moodily resting his cheek on the table in front of him. “Exactly. And, is your room clean?” Sam pressed. “Yes,” Gabe answered promptly, only fidgeting a bit while holding Sam’s unimpressed gaze. 

“Really?” Sam questioned flatly, knowing perfectly well Gabe had not set foot in the room ever since getting told to clean it. Gabe held out for another few wavering seconds before rolling his eyes dramatically. “Okay, fine, no it isn’t. UGH.” With that eloquent remark he sulkily slunk down from his chair to the ground, mutinously making his way over to his room.

With a sigh and a secret smile, Sam settled back with his book. He made a mental note to check under his fledgling’s bed before accepting the chore as done, though.

2

“Crowley!” You shouted, running after the king of hell. When he started walking faster, you called out to him again. “Damnit Crowley, stop walking. I know you can hear me.”

Crowley stopped in his tracks, reluctantly turning around. “I’m a very busy man, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. “Who knew the King of Hell was such a shitty liar.”

Crowley’s face turned red, and he instantly began to deny it. “Why- I would never-”

“Why do you keep ignoring me?” You cut him off, giving him a strange look.

Crowley made a weird face, letting his anger and confusion surface. “Feelings.”

“Feelings?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” Crowley mumbled. “Now shut up.”

With that, Crowley snapped his fingers leaving you standing alone in a motel parking lot. You shrugged to yourself and turned around, walking back to the motel.

“I’ll pick you up tonight at eight.” Crowley told you, reappearing. “And get a different motel room. I don’t want you sharing one anymore with Moose and Squirrel.”

He doesn’t mean to snoop.

He’s clearing off the dining table, trying to balance an already precarious stack, and the addition of another one of Steve’s sketchbooks topples everything to the floor. Damnit. He goes to his knees under the table, restacking things. The sketchbook has fallen open, and Bucky freezes mid-reach.

It’s a head sketch of cold, calculating eyes looking out over the mask. Even in light pencil, he looks at the mask and for a moment he feels it again, smothering. He touches his right fingers to his mouth, and the luxury of touching his own face is enough to tug him back to the here and now. He remembers the feeling behind that cold, detached expression, too, and reflexively turns the page to banish it.

The back of that page has the metal arm, Steve trying to commit it to memory for mission reports, maybe. And then … HYDRA had had no use for mirrors. Having the physical memory of the mask is no preparation for seeing himself – scraggly haired and frowning in confusion – in the buckled uniform. It floods him with fractured sensory memories: burning rubber, sunlight glinting off broken glass, the sight of Steve and the thought of target –.

Bucky stands on wobbly legs, leaving the mess on the floor for some time much later, and goes to the bathroom.

HYDRA had had no use for mirrors, so he forces himself to look at his reflection: his ratty T-shirt and jeans and his pale face. I am not the Asset, not anymore, he thinks, deliberately.

He drags his fingers over his scalp, a little pleasure in itself, and ties his hair back. He washes his face in hot water, and he shaves off his stubble, all the while watching himself in the mirror.

I am James Barnes. He stands in their bathroom that has all their bottles and clutter of a normal life, and his smile is small, but it feels good.

Now think about this, its the night before Christmas in the FACE family and England had secretly baked some cookies for Santa Claus and England had left it by the Christmas for Santa to eat.

Then next morning the whole FACE family finds Santa Claus unconscious on the floor with form coming from his mouth and one of England cookies in his hand.  

Then everyone looks at England with an god fricking damnit look.

Coffee and Uni - Requested (Calum)

Anon: Can you do one where Cal surprises you at Uni? You’re studying Medicine in London and have had a tough week so Cal flies over to surprise you?
Note: I hope you like it! :)

“5 more weeks ‘till I get to see your beautiful face again, (Y/N).” He smiled at the camera and you shook your head.
“This is my face right here, Cal.” You fixed the camera at your face with a big, forced smile. “Oh, we all know that doesn’t count..” he started “-Calum, you’re making this so hard, it’s not like we’ve gotten a lot of other options, you know that, damnit.” You sat down on your bed, tugging at your hair frustratedly.
“Baby, I’m sorry. Are you okay? You seem a bit out of it..”

You studied Calum’s face. He looked tired and tanned. His eyes were puffy, which made him look like a puppy more than ever. You couldn’t help but give in.

“Oh, I’m just having a hard time at uni, that’s all.” You sighed.
Calum adjusted himself, as far as you can tell, getting comfortable in the bed as he said: “tell me about it.”
“Calum, it’s super late at yours, it doesn’t really matter.”
He glared at you before mockingly repeating your own words: “you’re making this so hard, damnit.”
You chuckled for a moment, and plopped down on the bed.
“Right, so it’s the big assignment i told you about. They had to reschedule it due to overlapping courses with a different professor, therefore I have to make another project in not-enough time which also have to include some medically practical content. It’s confusing and very stressful. Basically; too much stuff to do, too little time and also too little energy.” You throw your hands in the air, demonstrating your helplessness.
“Oh, my baby. I wish I could be there and hold you tight, transfer my energy to you. You know how I promised you, to always be there to cheer you up when you’re feeling down…” Calum smiled sadly at you.
You smiled back and said: “We can’t always keep our promises, I know. Love you very much Calum, we’ll talk in a few days, I have to start my project. And you should go to sleep.”
“Alright, (Y/N). I don’t need to tell you how much I love you.” And on that note, you waved your goodbyes.

The rest of the evening were spent in between pages and words. You started measuring time in empty coffeecups and piles of notes and textbooks.
The endless different kinds of wires and chargers that were hooked up to everything around you, started crawling up your legs and spine and wrapped around your neck, suffocating you.
You fell asleep in the wee hours of god knows which day.

Waking up as your alarm rang, 7:30AM the next day, you quickly gathered the neccessary stuff for the lectures you had that day. It was a Wednesday and you had cancelled all other plans. Your friends would text you if you wanted to hang out but you declined all. Calum texted you but you didn’t bother checking it.

The rest of the day was spent preparing notes and writing on the project, and as the evening rolled about, you didn’t notice until you received your 7PM Facetime from Calum.

“Hey babe. How are you doing?” You noticed he wasn’t at home, he was out, the only thing illuminating his face being the streetlights he passed on his way.
“Hi Cal. I’m stressed and I miss you. Hate to be clingy.”
He didn’t answer immediatly, apparently paying attention to something on the street. You waited.
“Sorry babe. I’m so sorry to hear that. Please remember that, no matter what, it doesn’t mean everything and please don’t dry out.” His eyes were full of compassion.
“I know babe, I’m giving it my all, that’s it. Like you are on the stage.” He smiled at your response.
“What are you doing outside anyway?” You tried to see if you could guess from the surroundings but it was not clear enough of an image to tell.
“I’m just meeting a girl. It’s nothing though, just have to drop by and fulfill a promise, that’s all.” he smiled at the air.
You let out a laugh, albeit a bit forced’ “Cal, that sounds kinda sketchy.”
“Oh babe, it’s nothing I tell you. I tell you all about it, but I’m almost there. Talk to you tomorrow? Love you endlessly.” With that he’d hung up.

You were confused and slightly worried but decided to push it away, trusting the guy you had already trusted way too much. Pile after pile of plates and cups were in the hands of a guy that’d smash, if he tripped.

________

The cup was filling with scolding hot water, creating the pitch black liquid you’d grown addicted to, as your doorbell rang. As you made your way towards the front door, you prepared the speech, you would greet the person with, and burned your tongue on the bitter coffee.

“Hey, I’m extrem— Calum, what—” you put down your temporary fix on the counter and jumped into the arms of your permanent one.

“—Babe! What are you doing here? God, I missed you so much. You know what, don’t even answer.” The many words hang in the air even after you had started kissing. It was long and passionate and expressed all the words you failed to say.

When you pulled apart the words seemed to fail you again. “Cal… I…”

He just smiled and pulled you close. “(Y/N), I miss you so goddamnit much, and hearing you stressed out.. I.. I had to come and fullfill my promise to you. I’m only here for the night and I’ll have to go back again at 2PM tomorrow.”

You nodded and pulled him into the house. You just sat down on the couch, between stacks of books and notes and empty coffee mugs, and hold tight onto each other.

You whispered things in each others ears and stayed like that for a while. Time slipped away, crumbled up like another discarded paper in the bunch.

Lying in Calum’s arms you felt your own problems and concerns crumble away too.

‘Cause even though being pulled apart was tough, you knew that these arms would always fit you two back together again.

- Tess x

Sleepy Wonho.

-Wakes up only if you kiss him
-Really drowsy when he wakes up
-His eyes, nose and lips are more red than usual
-Sitting up takes forever
-Grandpa wonho activated
-Extra fluffy hair and a dazed look on his face
-Pouty lips
-Groaning because he doesn’t want to get up
-Really likes it when you give him lots and lots of kisses
-Call him ‘baby’ he loves that shit
-Hold his face in your hands and give him Eskimo kisses
-More kisses all over his face to make him smile
-He puts his arms around you and throw himself back onto the bed
-Puts his finger on your lips to silence you when you protest
- “Please Jagi 5 more minutes”
-He falls asleep again
-Damnit wonho we need to get out of bed
-He’ just so innocent and fluffy have you seen him omg

As Long As You Love Me Jason Mccann imagine Part 3

Part 2: http://mccanndrxws.tumblr.com/post/118053289275/jason-mccann-as-long-as-you-love-me-imagine-part

“Jason, I love you.” And with that you ended the call, the closet doors swung open and you were met with a tall broad man “Do you want me to knock her out?” He asked looking at your dad whose face was a stone cold glare, he nodded slowly “Alright darling, don’t fight me and we won’t have any problems.” He smiled smugly pulling something out of his pocket.

At this point your whole body was shaking uncontrollably, the knife was still held tightly in your chest and your phone next to you hadn’t stopped vibrating since you hung up on Jason. The man reached down to grab your arm and you quickly brought your hand forward slashing the knife against his arm “God damnit.” He cursed stumbling back, you took the opportunity to run. You heard heavy footsteps following you as you jumped down the porch taking off down the driveway “Get in the car, it will be easier to catch her!” You heard you dad yell, your legs burned as you got to the end of the driveway, thankfully the gate was already open so you slipped out and took off down the dark streets.

Your head swirled into one big blur, the pain in your body had become so much to the point where it was just numb, the only thing that kept you running was the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you heard a car engine fastly approaching you sending you into a panic. Jason’s house was only five miles away you thought as you neared the end of your street, you took a sharp right and began sprinting faster than ever before.

About half way down the road you heard the car louder than ever before and took a swift dive into nearby bushes scraping and cutting your skin on the way. Your heart beat faster than it ever had before, your lungs screamed for air making it impossible to even think. The car passed relaxing you slightly, that’s when you noticed the vibrations coming from your back pocket.

“J-Jason.” You panted, desperately trying to even out your breathing “Think again Y/N.” Your father’s low voice made your body freeze “Now sweetheart it wasn’t very smart of you to run from me, I’m only trying to protect you.” You were disgusted by the smugness in his voice, how could then man you had looked up to all your life do something like this?

“You want to kill him.” You muttered coldly “I won’t let you dad, I love him.” You stated confidently, he chuckled deeply “Oh honey you don’t know the first thing about love, he’s only with you to get what’s in between your legs and you let him do it, I will not continue to have a whore for a daughter.” He spat making you cringe at the hatred and anger in his tone “He loves me dad, I don’t give a damn what you think anymore.” You spat back clutching the knife even tighter in your hand “We will see Y/N, oh and how stupid do you think I am?” You furred your brows at his words, that was until a hand wrapped around your mouth firmly.

You were pushed roughly to the ground, before you could do anything a force crashed into your hand making it break on contact, you screamed against the hand watching as your father bent down and ripped the knife from it “You were never supposed to get hurt in any of this, but now pain is all you’re going to know.” He spat coldly, the man holding you down dug his knee into your ribcage making you cry out “Where’s that boy now huh?” A punch was landed to the side of your head blurring your vision

“You’re going to wish you never knew who Jason McCann was sweetheart.” 

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4

I don’t think the world at large realizes how much this is fkking me up for Hide like—

The fact that he is so desperate to help his friend and see him again when he’s literally been locked out of his whole world is the most heartbreaking part about this whole thing right now. 

The fact that he stole a poster in order to be able to look at Kaneki’s face……………DO YOU NOT SEE HOW LONELY HE IS HOW MUCH HE IS HURTING???

And the subtle expressions in his face are all the more painful like I can’t take it anymore……..Kaneki just text him back. ; ^; /
Though…if anyone ever found out that Hide was probably Kaneki’s greatest weakness that could be a real issue since Hide is kind of useless against Ghouls………but still……………………I don’t like the “I’m avoiding you to protect you” mentality! It’s immature! 

Damnit neki

Keep it Secret, Keep it Safe

For @ouatdrabbles episodic challenge. Regina, 5x04, “The Broken Kingdom”


Regina waits. And waits.

And waits.

She thinks maybe this time she’s done it. Hidden the dagger away somewhere truly secret, truly impenetrable. Somewhere it won’t be unearthed by a newborn Dark One, or a shady friend-turned-foe (whoever that might turn out to be).

But then Robin appears, a bit breathless and with a tear in his sleeve. He draws the dagger carefully from inside his vest and hands it over for the fifth time that day, a look of apologetic pride on his face.

Damnit.

He’s found it again, stolen it again.

She’ll have to try harder.

For Emma.