i have his face to work with too

My Favourite Yuri Plisetsky Moments

Add more to my list!

10. Yuri can’t deal with all this PDA from his gay dads

Haha lol he’s so embarrassed with his dads

9. Yuri shaking hands with Otabek

Not once had I thought it would be this easy to be friends with Yurio tho

8. Yuri sitting with Otabek and having tea

So kawaii. So vulnerable.

7. At the banquet

LOOK AT HIS FACE IT STILL GETS ME EVERY TIME

6. JII-CHAAAAAAAN

So vulnerable part 2

5. Yuri and his pirozhki

His love for his grandfather is so pure 

P.S. I was so happy he remembered Yuuri’s birthday!

4. Yuri’s final performance

It’s like he’s realised that he will be paid for all his hard work, and he’s so happy he’s crying. I was crying too btw.

3. Yuri cheering on Yuuri, before being rudely interrupted by JJ

Like JJ interrupted right before I could get me some nice father/son moments wtf JJ

2. I want to see him skate with no mistakes.

Fucking Plot Twist

1. Otabek, Davai!

Not once, in a million years, had I thought that Yurio would wish someone luck. OtaYuri for life!

anonymous asked:

bts reaction to their younger idol boyfriend really super duper cute concept 👯‍♂️

Seokjin:

Seokjin would love to see you taking to the cute concept, squishing your cheeks and constantly telling you how cute you are. “It suits you so well~ You look so cuddly!” He’d get an extra kick out of hugging you during this concept, loving the pictures you send him and occasionally asking to see you during your solo practice time.

Yoongi:

Of course, Yoongi would find you adorable. Occasionally he’d tease you about it, but having been through his fair share of cute concepts, too, he’d mostly be sympathetic any the teasing you face. “You look good no matter what, okay? I’m a fan of whatever you do.” As always, he’d try to make it to your concerts, and admire your hard work.

Hoseok:

Hoseok would be thrilled to see your new concept! He’s always excited to see what you and your group are up to lately, but he’d especially appreciate your cute shorts and soft accessories. “You’re so adorable like this! Well, always, but especially now!” He’d love to squeeze you and run his hands through your dyed hair, taking lots of selcas with you to appreciate during future concepts.

Namjoon:

Namjoon would be easily flustered by how cute you are. Even the standard promotion photos would have him blushing and gushing about how good you like. He might try to be cool about it, saying things like, “This just goes to show how successful you’re becoming. You’re expanding your image,” but he couldn’t well hide his grin whenever you smiled in your cute images.

Jimin:

As a resident cutie himself, Jimin would appreciate the change to coo at you. “It’s no wonder the fans like you so much. You suit any concept.” If cute isn’t usually your deal, he’d be more than happy to give you tips and tricks on everything from masterful sweater paws to taking yourself seriously through the whole experience.

Taehyung:

Taehyung would love your cute concept, and always be pulling aegyo in response. After all, what’s a better for cuteness than more cuteness? He likes all of your concepts, but seeing your cute smile and soft clothes would be a personal favorite. “You’re finally being recognized for how cute you are. What’s not to like?”

Jungkook:

Jungkook wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease you a little. It is something of a rite, after all. Beyond that, though, he’d encourage you to enjoy it. “Pulling off short shorts and still having fans is the mark of a true idol.” He couldn’t deny that he liked seeing  your cute concept, and even bounced along to your promo song.

Two types of Yuri Katsudon
  • Everywhere other than ice: "Um... im sure no one wants Viktor to coach me but... this is my dream!!! I cant believe hes still here... but I have to keep him here!! I have to work hard!! For Viktor!!!"
  • On ice: "Viktor. Look at me. Look at my face. Look at my lips. Look at my body. Look at my crotch. Everybody in this arena look at me too. Im the bitch thats keeping Viktor away from you people because Viktor is mine. Only I can please and satisfy him. He. Is. Mine. And. I. Am. Thirsty. For. His. Dick. And Im gonna pROVE how good imma fuck him on ICE SEE THIS SHIT BITCHES HE AINT EVER COMING BACK FROM THIS PIECE OF ASS"

I just looked at a picture of Jin and I felt so sad like to think that he really feels so out of place in bts and unwanted seriously breaks my heart. Like he realizes how little he means to army’s and it’s really so sad because he is so beautiful, and his personality is amazing, and his is so talented and he works so so hard. This isn’t even what he wanted to do but the fact that he stuck with it and is working so hard to be here says so much about him.

Despite not getting the love or attention he deserves he still continues to work harder so that he can be an equal with his members, and now who he thinks he is which is much below them. I don’t want him to have to think any longer that all he has to offer is his looks, when he has so much more and he’s worked way too hard to just be known as beautiful face.

Please love Kim Seokjin. Even if he’s not your bias, show him as much love as you would your bias. Please dedicate one whole day to loving him and giving him your all. I can’t even begin to imagine how he really feels inside. He is more than deserving of your recognition and your love. Please let him know that he matters. Please, please, please.

Pewdiepie Injustice Rant

I just found out Scare Pewdiepie season 2 was cancelled because Felix is apparently anti-semetic. Now, here is why this whole thing, including Felix being dropped by Maker, is complete bullshit.

Let me start with saying I myself am Jewish, and have been face to face with real anti-semitism. Real anti-semites are cruel, rude, forceful, ignorant, etc. What Felix did is known as this thing called a joke. Yes, it was a joke in poor taste, but Felix is a good guy and apologised, so there is no place for punishment here. Maker and Yotube are being too strict in dropping him and cancelling his show.

Now, let’s focus on the show. Youtube cancelling his show is shooing away all of the hard work and passion Felix put into this show like he does for everything. Scare Pewdiepie is something really important to Felix, and now all of his (and the crew’s, and Séan’s) tireless work and hours are being treated like it doesn’t matter. I’ve been having some issues with Youtube and this whole Youtube Red thing, so this is the icing on the cake.

Overall, I fail to see completely cruel intention in Felix’s actions, and really appreciate how big he is for apologising. What has this world come to where everything is treated as a worldwide attack?

Tldr; Felix does not deserve to have his hard work crushed because of a JOKE!

A Lesson in Love (The First Date)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,978

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED.

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist

@avengerstories - Nik, you’re a genius editor. Your brain is almost as perfect as your face (I would like to thank Leslie Knope for coming up with this compliment because it works perfectly for you)

Originally posted by arianagrandes

“Y/N, you have a message!”

“What does it say?” You call back, too scared to step away from your laptop and lose the flow of inspiration that had hit you out of the blue. With a draft due in a few days for your Creative Writing class, you’ll take what you can get.

Wanda emerges from your room, phone in hand and a grin lighting up her features. “Is there something you forgot to tell me?”

“Huh?”

“Wear something comfortable tonight, but not white,” Wanda reads directly from your phone. “I’m so excited. Happy face.”

Your hands freeze over your keyboard, knowing exactly who that message is from without Wanda having to tell you. “Oh.”

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If I could be just a dad

“I am not just a mom,” Mary said, trying to hold back her frustration but she was failing, “And you are not a child.”

“I never was.” Dean quickly responded with sadness in his voice, “I gave up knowing my own daughter so that she could be a child. Do you know wha-what I’d do if I could be just a dad? To know my own kid? You have that chance and your-” Dean stopped himself before he got too worked up. “So between us and them-”

“It’s not like that.” Mary interrupted her oldest son.

“Yeah Mary, it is.” Dean cut in with a serious face which Mary returned, however it was easy to see that Dean’s words had hurt her. “And you made your choice. So there’s the door.” Dean finished, pointing up towards the door as his emotions nearly broke through. He walked away, unable to be in the same room as his mother anymore.

Sam moved out of his seat to follow Dean, however Mary called to him, “Sam-” She said.

Sam looked up at his mother with tears in his eyes, “You should go.” He told her. 

“Dean has a daughter?” She asked, drawing Sam’s attention back into the conversation.

Sam simply nodded his head, thinking of you caused more emotions to rise within him, bringing more tears to his eyes. “Yeah, Y/N, she-she’s five.” Sam replied thickly with emotion.

“And why doesn’t he see her?” Mary questioned.

Sam looked back at his mother with unbelieving eyes, “This life that we live, Dean wanted better for her; he wanted her to be a child. So we stay away.”
Mary slowly nodded her head as she took in her youngest child’s words, “You really should go.” Sam repeated himself,

“And never mention Y/N again.”

Episode 10 just explained exactly how Victor knew so much about Yuuri’s hidden eros in episode 3 like, just think about it: he watched that silent Stay Close To Me routine on his phone with the memory of Yuuri going off the rails when drunk. That little start he gave and his expression, it has too much depth and feeling for it to be the face of someone who’s only working with his observations and thoughts about the video as he’s watching it right at that moment, but then–he remembers Yuuri break dancing with Yurio, remembers that Yuuri managed to keep up with Chris’ pole dancing, remembers Yuuri dancing with him in what, to me, looks very much like a pair skating routine, remembers Yuuri asking him to be his coach, and, oh my god, it’s like a few misplaced puzzle pieces just got slotted into place MY MIND IS BLOWN.

anonymous asked:

Ok I know you're deadly but you're actually very kind. And I hope people honestly appreciate you and hug you and love you proper. And I hope Steve tells you how lucky he is to have his best friend back

thank you. i do try. and ive spent the last two years working on becoming a more well-adjusted person. also killing hydra assholes, but mostly working through my issues. 

steve is really glad to have me back, sometimes. and then he remembers how much of a little shit i am, and gets this ‘why did i miss this jerk’ look on his face. which is okay. steve is a little shit too. its why we’re friends. 

i dont get lots of hugs because i dont want lots of hugs. human contact is still kind of jarring. im easing in to it. but i do get lots of cuddles-i go to the humane society and bury myself in dogs about once a week. its a pretty good method. 

headcanon suggestion

if we assume my particular brand of paleness is comparable to Dex’s, his entire body blushes randomly for no good reason. too hot? red. too cold? also red. sobbing? horrific blotchy redness. working out? so red. 

he’s also had the same conversation I have every day of the summer:

“whoa are you okay? you look really overheated”

“that. is. just. how. my. face. works.”

A Realization...
  • Qrow: Oh so you're one of Ruby's friends?
  • Nora: Yeah I'm Nora VALKYRIE! *flexes arms*
  • Qrow: Valkyrie? Ha. I knew a girl by that name.
  • Nora: Wow really?
  • Qrow: Yeah, she worked at a tavern.
  • Nora: Hey so did my mom.
  • Qrow: Huh... that's crazy.
  • Nora: Did that girl have orange hair too?
  • Qrow: Yeah she... did
  • Nora: Wow! What a coincidence.
  • Qrow: Yeah and she had... blue eyes...
  • Nora: ..............
  • Qrow: ... how old are you kid?
  • Nora: ...... 17.
  • Qrow: *grabs his face* Oh my God...
I need a new job

I work in McDonald’s and when I first started working there I kept on having this really vivid dream of getting punched in the face by an extremely angry customer who had waited too long for his plain quarter pounder. He would then proceed to morph into my old history teacher. I had this dream every night for a good week and a half.

HEYO one more for tonight. I swear this series makes it. REALLY. HARD. to focus on art stuff I should ACTUALLY BE WORKING ON. Shit.

The Many Faces of Neil Josten + precious boy Andrew Minyard.
Neil looks 5years old with dark hair and eyes.
He has way too many keys ok his key ring is gonna get so heavy in his pocket its gonna pull his sweatpants RIGHT DOWN.
Also I wish I knew what kind of knives Andrew likes. I know nothing about knives.

Just trying to nail down faces that I like for them so that I can pretend to have SOME SORT OF CONSISTENCY moving forward.

Imagine Chris bringing you breakfast at work.

“Morning, baby.” Chris mumbled into your skin as he peppered it with soft kisses. You stretched in his arms and smiled, pressing your back against his front. “I’m definitely going to miss waking up to you when I have to leave for ‘Infinity War’.”

“Aw, sweetheart.” You reached behind you and looped your arm around his neck, pressing your face against his pouty one. “I’m going to miss you too. But hey,” you reached for your phone to check the date and your remaining days together, when you saw the time; 8:14AM, you were late for work. “I gotta go!” You broke out of Chris’ grip and jumped out of bed, nearly falling face first when your feet got caught on the sheets.

“You’re going to go to a funeral home if you’re not careful,” he sat up, chuckling. “Babe, relax.” He told you; you resembled a pinball as you bounced around the room, scrambling an outfit while you brushed your teeth. “I’m sure Xenia can manage without you for a while, I mean- who’s getting flowers so early in the morning?”

“You don’t understand.” You told him as you continued to brush; it was probably hard for others to understand, but Chris had your toothbrush talk down pat. “We’ve got a huge order of table arrangements to do today. It’s for a wedding and the bride’s totally insane, if she comes in to do an impromptu check- Xenia’s going to be fucking pissed I’m not there.”

“Okay, well- you still need breakfast, so I’m going to go quickly whip something up for you to have on-the-go. What do you want?” He flipped the covers off his legs and started to get out of bed when you stopped him.

“No time,” you told him then entered the bathroom to rinse and spit. “Don’t worry about it, babe. I’m not very hungry anyway, I’ll just pick something up later on my lunch break.” You told him and closed the ensuite door behind you so you could pee then change.

While you were changing, you heard footsteps which meant Chris was doing what you told him not to anyway. You sighed with a smile because you loved how unbelievably caring your boyfriend was, that smile faltered slightly when you realized it wouldn’t be long until you had to say goodbye to him for at least nine months. God, you were going to miss that perfect specimen of a man.

You went downstairs and into the kitchen to kiss Chris goodbye and chuckled softly at his variation of “quickly whip something up for you to have on-the-go.” You’d usually just make a smoothie or a protein shake for him when he was running late, but Chris? He had to make a feast with pancakes and bacon and eggs. For a man who was about to run off and be Captain America for the last time, one would think he’d cut his normal eating habits.

“Chris, baby. I love you, but I really don’t have time for any of this,” you told him then pressed a kiss on his cheek. “I have to go, okay?” You grabbed an apple from your fridge then headed for the front door, Chris following behind you. “I’ll see you after work?” You quizzed as you cupped his clean shaved face in your hand; he nodded. “I would really like to see Cap with a beard in 'Infinity War’, you should really pitch that.”

“Maybe he does and I just shaved to throw you off,” he teased and you laughed then pecked his lips before heading for your car. “Drive safe,” he called as you climbed in. He waved until you drove out of the driveway and around the corner.
• • • • • • • •
“I can’t say I like you with Chris,” Xenia began and your eyes narrowed. “Without him, you’re always on time for work. With him, you’re almost always late.” You chuckled when you realized she was just teasing you. “What do you two get up to every night, hm?” She smirked and you laughed, feeling slight heat rise to your cheeks when you thought back to your late nights with your boyfriend.

“Like I haven’t covered for you when you go out and party a little too hard with Tris,” you playfully bit back and she chuckled. “Speaking of, congratulations.” You smiled when you saw her smile; she’d just gotten engaged to her girlfriend of six years. “I can’t wait to see how beautiful your wedding is.”

“And I can’t wait to order flowers from a shop where we don’t have to arrange them,” she said and you both laughed. “What about you and Chris?” She asked when you both settled. “Think you’re ever going to tie the knot with him?”

“I’d like to,” you nodded, smiling. “But it’s not really my choice, is it? He knows I’m in it for the long haul, if he wants the same thing then- he can propose. But I’m not going to push him, I’m good with what we have. Plus- I think he’s got enough on his plate at the moment with 'Infinity War’ coming up and his contract ending.”

“Is he planning on signing another?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “He’s said a few times that if Marvel wants him, they have him, but I personally feel he’d be happier doing something else. He loves directing and he was so happy directing 'Before We Go’, so maybe he’ll go look for something else to direct. He just wants to be known for more than Captain America, and he should- he is so talented.” You were so busy talking about Chris that you didn’t realize he’d walked into the shop and had heard everything you said; he smiled at Xenia who’d spotted him the second he walked in.

“I think you have a customer,” Xenia beckoned her head at Chris and you turned around; you immediately smiled when you saw his face. He held up a little picnic basket and you knew he’d brought breakfast to you. “Oh my God,” Xenia chuckled when you turned back to her, suppressing your excited smile with pressed lips. “You’re not even engaged yet and you can’t spend a minute apart,” she teased and you and Chris laughed. “Go, I’ve got this.”

“Thank you,” you reached over the workbench and hugged her, before gesturing for Chris to follow you into the back room. He gave Xenia a quick peck on the top of her head as he walked past, making her laugh. “Yes, fooood.” You cheered as Chris laid out the spread his made this morning on the table. “I’m so hungry.”

“I knew you were lying about being hungry,” he chuckled. “You’re always hungry.”

“True,” you grinned as you forked a piece of pancake onto your paper plate. “Mmm!”

Chris chuckled as you audibly enjoy his breakfast, there wouldn’t be a day where he wouldn’t find you adorable. His chuckles turned into laughter when you did a little dance in your chair, humming happily as you ate. God, you were such a dork, but at least you were his dork. He reached across the table and took your hand in his, pulling it to his lips. You raised an eyebrow as he kissed the back of your hand; he smiled in response.

“I thought the flowers were going to be the prettiest thing in this shop, I was very wrong.” He complimented and you chuckled, shaking your head. “You know,” he said as he released your hand, scooping himself some scrambled eggs. “This is the first time I’ve brought a girl breakfast after she skipped out on me in the morning.”

“We’re dating,” you chuckled.

“Still left me cold and alone,” he pouted then laughed when you laughed. “But hey, some girls are just worth chasing.” He shot you a wink and you smiled, kissing the air in front of you. “So, you think I’m talented, huh?” He began with a smirk, feeding himself some eggs.

“Of course I do. I’ve always thought you were talented, incredibly talented for a matter-of-fact.” Your eyes narrowed at his question; it seemed random to you until you realized he was talking about what he heard earlier. It dawned on you that he might have also heard you talking about marrying him. “Exactly when did you walk in on our conversation?”

“Around the time when my beautiful girlfriend starting complimenting me,” he told you and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “But,” he continued and you tensed, “I may have also heard said beautiful girlfriend talking about marrying me.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage.

“Hey,” he chuckled when he saw your tension; he reached over the table and placed his hand over yours. “Don’t look so worried, that’s definitely the direction we’re headed.” Your shoulders relaxed a little and you smiled at him. “I’ve just got a lot on my plate at the moment, like you said. I want to marry you, you bet your ass I’m going to marry you.” You laughed at that. “But I’m going to do it when things settle a little, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded, smiling.

“I love you a lot more than you know, Y/N,” he told you. “You’re never going to be the one that got away,” he assured you then kissed the back of your hand again. You smiled and pressed your hand against his face, to which he turned in to and kissed your palm. “Never.”

“Likewise, Evans.”

I am so worried about Yurio? He looks so, so terribly sad here. And I don’t think he’s sad about not winning because his face-off with Yuuri humbled him, and he was second only to the guy that took third in last year’s GPF, he should be absolutely proud of himself. So what happened? Somethig must have gone wrong during his performance. I speculate that, much like in Onsen on Ice’s Agape, while his technicals were astounding, something about the performance didn’t work and he’s feeling lost and I just want him to go back to his not-parents and get a hug and a lot of katsudon and appreciation because this is not ok

Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 14

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Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 4,676

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

A/N: :D Look, I did a thing! Thank you all for waiting patiently~ I’m literally posting this right before I leave for work, I was rushing to proof read it lol. Hopefully I didn’t miss too many mistakes :p


Black fabric mask secured over the lower half of his face, Jungkook waits tensely in a coffee shop half a block from his family’s penthouse. Its 2 minutes before noon, and his leg bounces nervously under the table, his coffee already gone cold.

Managing to get a whole of 3 hours of sleep the night prior, still too bothered with the thought of you potentially being in trouble to be able to get some shut eye, Jungkook had slipped out of the house early that morning, requesting his regular chauffeur to take him to campus a tad sooner than usual. The driver had complied, toting him half way across the city to the usual spot where Jungkook was dropped off and picked up. Jungkook then left as usual, walking towards his building, but this time he had no plan on going to class. As soon as the Jeon heir was far enough from the car which had dropped him off, he ducked into a building and watched through the old, clouded windows for the car to leave. It took a few seconds, his driver likely confused as to why Jungkook was going into that building when he usually didn’t, but luckily a car wanting to get by honked in slight anger, and the chauffer immediately placed the car in drive and coasted away as if nothing had happened.

Sighing thankfully to the impatient college driver who had honked, Jungkook waits in the building for a few long minutes. He wants to be perfectly sure that his car won’t circle back around to look for him, and when 5 minutes pass and there’s no sign of his chauffeur, Jungkook determines that he’s safe.

Nodding to himself, determination for what he now has to do settling in his gut, Jungkook shrugs his book bag off his shoulder, unzipping the main pouch. Today his normal folders and notebooks are nowhere to be found, replaced by a spare coat, hat, and a mask. Jungkook knows that his father has men stationed all over the city—maybe not on the lookout for him, since as far as they know nothing out of the ordinary is going on—but Jungkook won’t risk anything. It seems to him that his father is currently scheming with Taehyung against Namjoon, judging by the small amount of their conversation he had overheard last night, but Jungkook needs Namjoon by his side. He needs Namjoon’s friendship because right now Namjoon holds all the information Jungkook wants to know about you. And…more so…Namjoon truly isn’t too bad of a guy, in Jungkook’s eyes—better than his father, at least—and Jungkook doesn’t feel well knowing that his family is possibly working to…hurt Namjoon in some way.

So, changing his jacket, hiding his face behind a plain back mask, and tucking his hair beneath a dark blue hat, Jungkook had left the building he’d taken refuge in, walking back into the city. He didn’t want to risk a taxi or a bus, so he had braved the chilling winds and had walked the crowded streets of Seoul. After nearly 40 minutes he finally arrived at the café Namjoon had requested he wait at—the brief text containing the location arriving at just shy of 5am that morning.

And now here he is, Jeon Jungkook, eyes boring into the watch on his wrist, the second hand ticking past the 12 mark, officially meaning that it was noon. His leg continued to bounce with nervous energy, hand reaching into his pocket to check his cellphone, and as soon as the device is in his hand, it buzzes, a new text message lighting up the screen.

Unknown:

I’m stopped behind a bus at the light outside the coffee shop. Come now.

Reading the words with unsteady concentration, Jungkook quickly stands, bumping into the table as he reaches for his backpack and heads outside. Not bothering to correctly zip up his coat, the cold air immediately soaking into his skin, Jungkook glances both ways down the congested street, breaking into a jog when he spots the bus a little ways up the sidewalk, a black car with tinted windows momentarily stalled behind it.

As he approaches the car, his feet suddenly falter as he realizes that he’s currently putting himself in danger. He has no clue what’s going on right now—who he can trust and who might be hiding in the city ready to hurt him. As a Jeon he had been targeted before. Once or twice, but nothing serious. A kidnapping attempt here or there by people desperate to use him as ransom in return for monetary repayment from his father, but all attempts had been thwarted by family men—faint screams ringing in Jungkook’s ears, but he hadn’t put all the pieces together until he’d gotten a bit older.

Yet, despite the danger, Jungkook regains his stride, especially when the light in front of the bus turns green, the tinted car honking urgently. He can’t stall for much longer, and Jungkook rushes forward, pulling open the passenger door, grateful to see Namjoon occupying the driver seat.

“Christ kid, hurry it up,” Namjoon sighs as he steps on the gas, following behind the bus. Jungkook rolls his eyes, dropping his bag on the floor between his feet.

“You could have actually stopped somewhere to wait.”

“I could have, but everything feels risky nowadays,” Namjoon mumbles, eyes casting to the side. Jungkook can immediately tell how tired the older male is, dark bags hanging under his eyes, unkempt facial hair prickling his chin and upper lip.

“Hyung…,” Jungkook says, voice sympathetic yet serious. His eyes harden, heart steeling as he shifts to face Namjoon. “What’s going on? Please, you need to tell me…”

“The other day–,” Namjoon starts after a moment of hesitation, knuckles turning white around the steering wheel. “Y/N came over. I was trying to make things right after everything that had been happening. It went well, really well…,” he says with fondness, his defenses momentarily dropping, but as he continues recounting what had occurred Jungkook sees his body curl in on itself, anger staining his face.

“I got a call that morning from a client. Left Y/N to sleep because I figured I’d be right back…I asked Yoongi to check on her. He…,” Namjoon takes a moment to calm himself, throat tight, adam’s apple bobbing. “He got there and saw Y/N in Jimin’s car. Jimin somehow got into my apartment and took her. Yoongi gave chase, but…”

Stopped at another red light, Namjoon slams his fist on the dashboard, and Jungkook winces, heart sinking into his stomach.

“She’s gone?” the younger whispers, hands laying stiffly in his lap. Namjoon bites his lip, trying his best not to give into all the dark thoughts lurking in his mind.

“She is—but I’ve got people looking for her. We’re going to get her back, Kookie–,” reaching over, Namjoon places his hand on Jungkook’s knee and the younger startles, immediately batting Namjoon’s hand away, his eyes filled with rage. However, when Jungkook sees the hurt and pain on Namjoon’s face, that spark of anger dies, and he hunches over, pressing his palms to his face.

“I know this isn’t your fault, hyung…I’m sorry. I just—”

“You can blame me if it makes it easier,” Namjoon responds, dead eyes tracking the road. Jungkook shakes his head, taking a deep breath as he pushes any potential tears back into their sockets.

“I won’t blame you. I can tell that you’ve changed, Namjoon hyung. You care for Y/N, and I can tell this isn’t easy for you, so I’m sorry I reacted like that, I just…she’s my friend, you know?” Jungkook says quietly, loosely hugging his arms to his chest. “I don’t have many, and none else like her, considering father’s—”

“Right, your father,” Namjoon interrupts, suddenly remembering the reason he’d had to call Jungkook out in public to meet like this. Jungkook’s eyes widen as well, and the two males stare at each other, surprised.

“Right, right—my dad!” Jungkook recalls, eyes searching his lap as he tries to remember everything he had overheard the night before. “I—last night a guy named V showed up at our door. He told me to call him—”

“Taehyung,” Namjoon growls, swerving into a small parking lot and shifting the car into P. He can’t trust himself to continue driving calmly when he’s got all this shit on his mind—and Taehyung is not helping. Especially after he’d touched you…and now he’s apparently making ties with Jungkook’s father, which isn’t good…

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods, biting his bottom lip with his teeth, his eyebrows furrowing. Last night he hadn’t been able to recall where he’d heard the name before, but pairing it with Namjoon’s reaction…

“Is that they guy who hurt Y/N? At the club?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon sighs, fingers coasting through his messy hair. Jungkook scowls.

“Right…now that I think about it, it makes sense. The guy was such a goddamn flirt—even with me—

“Taehyung is very…open,” Namjoon says cautiously, and then shakes his head, getting back to the situation at hand. “What did he say to your dad?”

“I went looking around last night because one of our maids broke a glass, and on my way back to my room I overheard my father and Taehyung talking. They…said something about…,” he furrows his eyebrows, trying to recall the faint words he’d managed to pick up on. “They mentioned a girl, your name, bait, and a ball next week. They–! They said something about another man, and how my father was glad he had trusted Taehyung’s friend, Jimin…”

“Oh, fuck,” Namjoon groans, palms dragging down his face. “Fuck–! I forgot that Taehyung and Jimin are friends, those little assholes—”

“…the person who took Y/N from your apartment—you…said his name was Jimin, right?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon grits, palms pressing into his straining eyes. “Yeah, it was Jimin. And if Taehyung got Jimin to do his dirty work and kidnap Y/N, and Taehyung is suddenly your dad’s best friend, then…”

The car falls silent, and Jungkook and Namjoon’s eyes meet.

If Taehyung and Jungkook’s father are working together against Namjoon, then—

Jungkook sees the flash of distrust that momentarily passes through Namjoon’s eyes, and while Namjoon and Jungkook have never truly been friends, the younger’s heart aches.

“Hyung—Namjoon hyung I promise I’m not against you, please,” Jungkook says, leaning over to rest his hand on Namjoon’s thigh. He can feel Namjoon’s muscles stiffen beneath him, but his face gives away nothing.

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I Refuse

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Words: 808

-Bucky’s overprotective. The reader is stubborn. But they’re so in love-

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

           You couldn’t do anything except scream as you went flying through the air toward the window. You knew you were going to go through and die. That’s how this worked. You didn’t want to die, but at this point, you couldn’t stop it.

           But then you stopped moving and the glass never came. You opened your eyes and looked up at your boyfriend, “Bucky …” you sighed.

           His face was full of anger and concern, “What are you even doing here?” he practically growled.

           “Wanted to help,” you said.

           “I told you to stay home and away from here. It’s too dangerous,” he said, “You could have died.”

           “I refuse to sit missions out,” you said bitterly.

           “Guys, can you take care of your relationship issues some other time?” Steve called out, “I need a little help here.”

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I know that Batman mostly operate at night but there are times where he had to work at day under the sun for a lengthy while and honestly can you imagine the excuses Bruce would come up with for the weird tan-line he will get from wearing the mask of his to his work colleagues?

Saaay little ol’Brucie, why is it that your chin and mouth are a darker shade then the rest of you face?

Why thank you for asking Steve, you see last weekend I have decided to attend a wrestling match in Mexico and everything was nice and all but I guess I had one too many drinks because the next thing I knew I had put on one of those colorful Mexican wresting masks and jumped on stage to fight the wrestlers, And I won but I guess my drunken rampage was still going strong because it made me exit the building and ran through the desert only to pass out full out with with my suit and mask still on and when I woke up I had this little little tan on my chin as a souvenir”

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Making out with Cassian Andor...

Originally posted by rebelscaptain

  • Cassian loves to make out with you
  • Sometimes he is too tired to take things to another level
  • Like, some days, after he’s done with his job, he goes to your quarters and finds you taking your clothes off, after a long day of work as well
  • And he hugs you and presses his face on your neck, smelling your scent
  • You ask him if there is anything wrong, but he just mumbles “I need to relax”
  • And you know that when he says that he doesn’t mean like “I wanna have sex”, he means “Let’s make out, please”
  • So you smile and hugs him back, pulling his hair softly so he will look at you, and you kiss him - a passionate but sloppy kiss
  • Cassian holds your waist, burrying his fingers on your bare skin and pushing you until you fall on the bed, with him on top of you
  • He starts to kiss your jaw and neck, as you put your hands under his shirt, massaging his skin with gentle touches
  • Then Cassian takes his shirt off, kissing your lips again and biting and sucking your lower lip
  • You switch the positions, getting on top of him this time, and continues the kiss, moaning against his lips
  • Again, Cassian grabs your waist, a little harder this time
  • Starting to move your hips on him, you create a great friction that makes Cassian groan, breaking the kiss
  • He closes his eyes, his lips swollen from the previous kiss (just like yours), and feels you sucking the soft and sensitive skin of his neck and shoulder, biting a little bit as well
  • “Fuck, (Y/N)…”
  • And when you’re feeling that he’s getting hard underneath you, Cassian makes you stop
  • You look at him, and he sits down, kissing you gently this time
  • You suck his lower lip at the end of the kiss, and he smiles
  • “I hate you, I was almost getting in the mood”, you say to him, trying not to smile
  • “I promise that I’ll make it up to you tomorrow when you wake up”