also this was supposed to be drabble

anonymous asked:

sorry if I'm late but can you do one with "I'm supposed to die dumb ass!" love ur writing btw

“I’m supposed to die dumb ass!”

You weren’t sure how long you had been laying there, it simultaneously felt like a forever but also a matter of seconds. It might have been the trauma to your head or the way your blood was seeping out of the wound in your abdomen but whatever it was it was making everything feel muted, like the end of a movie where everything begins to fade out.

It took effort to look at whoever’s hand was pressing against your wound, even in the drowsy state you were in you could recognise that mop of curly brown hair from a mile away. You didn’t want Spencer to see you like this but there was little you could do apart from stare at him, pondering what you were meant to say to him: I’m sorry, I love you, I’m glad I got to spent even a second of my life with you. There were too many things and too little off time.

“(Y/N) you’re going to be fine, just keep your eyes open.” There were no medics on the way and Spencer knew that, it had been your idea to go after the unsub and if it wasn’t for Spencer insisting he tag along you would have been alone. He’d tried to call but there was no reception, the whole world was going on around him while his was dying in his arms.

“I’m supposed to die, dumb ass.” You tried to laugh but it hurt too much, the feeling of your body slowing emptying itself of blood was a horrific one, yet somehow made you feel strangely calm. “We’re meant to protect people, I did my job.”

“You don’t have to die to do that.” Spencer’s voice shook as he applied more pressure onto your wound, trying to stop whatever blood you had left in your body. You were turning paler by the second, the rosy glow you usually wore had faded away leaving behind the body of a girl ready to be buried. “You can’t- please don’t leave me.”

You wanted to reach up and wipe away the tears streaming down his face, you wanted to kiss him and tell him that you loved him more than the ocean loved the shoreline, more than lonely eyes loved the moon on dark nights, but you couldn’t. You didn’t.

4

I Don’t Mean It Pt 4

After reading Taehyung’s text, you immediately excused yourself from dinner and left, grabbing all your belongings in a hurry and rushing out the door. You could hear your name being called our from the other boys, but you couldn’t stop. Not when the tears were already falling freely down your cheeks. You didn’t know what to believe anymore. What am I really worth to them?

Taehyung watched you leave silently, slightly shocked that you left so suddenly. He saw the boys call after you as they were pretty confused with why you left in the middle of the dinner. He balled his hands in fists, not knowing why he was so angry. Was he angry at you? Or angry at himself for making you leave and probably cry. 

Jimin followed after you, guessing the reason behind your sudden behavior. He noticed the second Taehyung started texting you, the way your face changed and you looked like the you were about to cry in any second. But by the time he ran after you, it was too late. You had already shut the door to your apartment. He spent a few minutes trying to get you to open the door, but he knew deep down that you were in no mood to talk.

Namjoon stared at Taehyung and also noticed how irritated he looked. 

“Yah, Taehyung-ah. What the hell is going on?” he asked, looking right at him.

“How is he supposed to know??” asked Jin.

“Why do you think she fucking left?” asked Jimin, standing at the entrance at their dorm.

“Taehyung-ah, what is he talking about?” asked Hoseok.

But Taehyung didn’t answer. Instead, he chose to lock himself in his room.


A/N: I hope you liked part four. Some of you guys requested a drabble at the end, so thank you, I’ve been meaning to write one~ Do y’all want a part 5? let me know! Whats going to happen to the guys and Y/N? let me know what you think~ 

Previous Parts: Part 1  Part 2 Part 3

anonymous asked:

Oh gosh could you share some headcanons you have for your medieval au?

Um, Yes!

Okay okay here we go with the supercorp medieval au 

  • Kara is really damn good at fighting. Like really damn good. Ever since she was little she’s been running around with a wooden sword pretending to be a fierce knight and begging her adoptive family to let her start properly training.
  • They don’t actually let her until she turns 12 and she becomes a page and it’s strenuous and difficult and she spends her days training tirelessly and she absolutely loves every second of it. 
  • Kara rises up the ranks quickly, moving from page to squire and then from squire to knight faster than most. Eventually she’s one of the youngest to be knighted in the kingdom’s history and the house of el soon blazes out on her shield proudly whenever she rides into battle.
  • Lena never asked to be royalty. She spends her days getting shoved into tight corsets and uncomfortable dresses and is forced to keep her thoughts to herself about how maybe her mother and father aren’t necessarily good rulers. She watches, worrying more and more with each passing year, as the kingdom seems to fall further and further into despair under their harsh rule.
  • She’s a bit reckless, for a princess. Enjoys sneaking out and blatantly ignoring the suffocating rules her parents place on her life and escapes from the castle as often as possible.
  • Kara may be a good fighter but she is young and overeager and sometimes acts before she thinks. One day she defies a direct order from the captain of the guard and her punishment is confinement to the castle, forced to act as guard to a member of the royal family.
  • Lena is furious when her parents tell her that, due to her actions, she will be assigned a personal guard to watch her at all times. They hope that it will prevent her from getting into danger. Because if something happens to her brother, she is next in line for the throne and they need her to be prepared for that. They need someone to carry on their legacy.
  • Kara expects to be in for a boring assignment. One where she has to sit in on stuffy meetings and babysit an old uncle of the king or similar. She does not expect to be assigned to guard the princess. She also does not expect her to be so pretty.
  • Lena surprises both her parents when she takes one look at her new guard, the knight with the gold hair and wide blue eyes, and doesn’t argue.
  • Kara figures out how doomed she is very quickly, but this fact is sealed a month later when the princess kisses her in a hidden alcove of the castle. Lip paint smudging across both their lips because the princess is dressed in an elegant ballgown and she’s supposed to be dancing with royalty from far off kingdoms. But she’s kissing Kara instead and Kara can only think that she is doomed doomed doomed even as she pulls her closer.

On the night of Dean’s seventeenth birthday, he feels a searing pain on his right wrist, spiraling out from the veins and building its way up to the crook of his elbow. There’s fire in his blood and metal in his saliva as he watches the inky tendrils make their way across his skin, fading into existence in an unearthly way.

As he watches the blue and ebony patterns brand themselves onto the sensitive skin below his palm, he feels his mouth go dry and all he can think is how unnerving it is, being permanently tied to love without getting a say.

It takes fourteen minutes and forty-eight seconds for it to finish, and by the end his knuckles are white and his eyes are scrunched so tightly that his cheeks ache when he finally begins to relax. His arm feels like it’s been set ablaze and he’s scared to look at it, fearing what he’ll find there. It feels like once he glimpses it, there’s no going back.

Unable to stop himself, he turns his wrist over- and feels his lips part in surprise, because oh, it’s beautiful.

He’s seen his fair share of soulmate bonding tattoos: his mother’s was yellow and black with rough edges but warm, happy insides; his father had a light aqua one, with swirls that radiated the impression of kindness, comfort. As a child, Dean spent hours studying them, noting the softness of John’s, the wavering loyalty but overall love and care in Mary’s, and belatedly realized that each tattoo captures the bare essence of one’s partner entirely.

Dean’s, though- his is unlike any tattoo he’s ever seen, even unlike the stylish and complicated ones promoted in the magazines, full of shimmering lines and curving edges. No, Dean’s is made up of the simplicity of humanity. Sky blue fades into navy, washes into purple and turns to black. White vines curl their way through the design, and blank blotches tuck into the corners. It looks like the night sky, the heavens, his skin a canvas yielding a masterpiece of falling stars and melting skies.

His fingers ghost along the tattoo as he stares at his arm in awe. The skin is raw, but it’ll heal quickly, he knows. For the time being, he has to take everything in, put names to the emotions swirling in his stomach and heart.

He presses the tips of his fingers against the foreign symbols at the bottom, where the ink stops at the midway point of his arm. His breath catches when he sees the name written in English under the elaborate language, the name of his soulmate, his other half, his better half:

Castiel.

The Girl Next Door [Tom Holland Smut]

Request: “ #695 for tom holland 😛 [[know you’re busy but i feel u, take your time]] “ [anonnymous] 

Words: 1.7+k

Rating: Explicit

Trigger warings: Smut, cheesy romcom story lmao

Summary: You just wanted to take a shower and relax in bed after a rough day.

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but I made it into a full imagine to fulfill the thirst of my sweet sinful followers that have been requesting Tom Holland. Y’all give me life. I hope you like this. Also I wanted it to be short but whoops. 


As soon as you walked into your apartment you slipped out of your shoes and started peeling off your clothes. You knew your room mate wouldn’t be home at that time and you couldn’t care less if your creepy neighbor was staring at you through the window. Not today. You were too tired to think about it. Too sweaty to stay on this hideous polo shirt that was the bookstore uniform. All you needed right now was a nice shower and lay in your bed reading one of those erotica books your sister gave you because not even your brain were working right to read anything with depth. You needed to relax.  

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Sandwhich’s

97 and 14 with Tom Holland? If not that’s completely ok. I love you account and your writings ❤

97 “You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

14 “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”  @agentsarahofshield here’s your request and drabble, thank you for requesting this i had so much fun writing it and if you do have anymore pleas send in requests.

A big thanks to @avengersnthings for letting me use their prompt sheet and write this little drabble, if you don’t know them check them out they currently have a drabble night going on, and there a bloody brilliant writer. Also creds to @prompt-bankfor creating the list.

I do have requests open, so please send them in.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N),’’ Tom whined from his spot on the couch. You sighed in annoyance, “Tom I’m editing if I don’t get these pictures sent to vogue by midnight there never hiring me again.’’

‘’But (Y/N), we where supposed to go and get something to eat three hours ago! I’m a growing person (Y/N) I need food.’’ Your boyfriend said dramatically flopping around the couch.

“Tom I’ll make you a sandwich if stop wailing like baby alright? Just for the love of god let me finish.” You replied, immediately going back to your computer to edit the photos you took at the vogue New York shot. A couple of months ago you started taking pictures for fun here and there, posting them online for the world to see. Companies started messaging you asking you to do shots for them. Your photography business blew up and suddenly you were being asked to join the Marvel’s team of publicists. You then met Tom, and his best mate Harrison and the three of you immediately hit it off becoming instant friends, and even sharing an apartment. You and Tom became closer over a short period of time, and started going out only after being friends for a few months.

‘’You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.’’  You could here Tom groaning and moaning about he never got his food as you finished up editing your last picture. Turning around to look at him you saw that he had taken an awkward position on the couch, his legs in the air and his heading hanging over the ledge, you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Tom, get up, or else I’m not making you a sandwich.’’ you said making you way over to the kitchen. Hearing him mumble something in response, you decided to make yourself a sandwich. You quickly spread mayo on your bread but some chicken and cheese on it and threw it into the toaster oven. While waiting for the cheese to melt on your sandwich you called Tom once again, ‘’Tom if you don’t get up and tell me what you want I’m not making you one.’’

Hearing the oven beep, you went to grab your sandwich before finishing it off with lettuce and cucumbers. Walking over to the couch where your boyfriend was currently laying on, ‘’Tom, please move.’’

Tom peaked his eye open, ‘’Do i not get a sandwich?”

“You didn’t say anything when i asked.”

‘’I’m not moving for you.”

“Move you absolute doof.’’ You said putting down your sandwich so you could move his legs to sit down. As you went to grab his legs Tom pulled you down into his chest holding you tightly.

“Tom get off of me!’’ you exclaimed to him, he didn’t listen somehow bringing you closer to him and comfortably lying you both on the couch. “If i can’t have the sandwich, then so can’t you, which means i get to have you.’’

“Tom, get off me!’’

“Shhh.” Tom said kissing your forehead, ‘’Just take a quick nap with me.’’ Defeated, yo got comfortable against his chest and let his heart beat lull you to sleep.

 You were vaguely awake when you recognized Harrison’s voice,’’ They’re so cute when they’re asleep. But i am taking this sandwich, (Y/N) knows how to make a bloody good sandwich.’’

~~~~~:) requests are open :)

honestly this was just supposed to be a drabble about some thirsty thoughts i had when i couldn’t sleep a few days ago but it turned kinda long and i swear i am still on writing hiatus don’t expect anything else soon sfhlfhsldh also thank you to my darling @1suho for reading over it

pairing: namjoon x reader
genre:
fluffy smut
wordcount:
2k

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

it’s a dance of silhouettes, shadows swaying back and forth the wind moves the branches outside as if it was to put on a play, the bedroom wall the stage, the full moon the lights. but even as if it feels like the act is displayed for solely your entertainment alone, the rustling and howling of the breeze is faint, it’s white noise that fills your ears and acts as an invite to muffle cumbersome thoughts, but tonight it’s no use.

even as the hands of the clock creep further towards 3 a.m. there is no trace of sleep found in your eyes yet. this, however, does not keep the body warming the other side of the bed from resting his tired bones, chest rising and falling in even breaths. you barely can make him out in the dark, the moon just hinting on his frame, but you don’t need to see him entirely, there is nothing about him that is not etched into your memory for ever.

the slope of his nose curving into full lips, slightly parted as the occasional snore escapes, a sharp set of jaws down to the broad shoulders and the firm chest that the duvet just leaves the slightest bit uncovered, tan skin smooth and warm to the touch. it’s a warmth that you find solace in, no longer being able to sleep without his body comforting yours as he has you wrapped in an embrace.

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Red Eye

Word Count: 1,286

Genre: Smut

A/N: A little something for @bangtanscript birthday. Also a completely new subject for me as Hotline Bling is basically what got me through writing this. It was suppose to be a drabble, but it got a little out of hand…

PS. A red eye flight is when you take a plane in the middle of the night and arrive in the early morning, leave you very little time to sleep and therefore giving you red eyes.


Of course, you ended up rushing to your gate. Barely slipping through with you boarding pass waving wildly in hand. You had been at a business conference for the week and were eager to get home to your boyfriend, but evidently not eager enough to be on time for this red-eye flight. Still you manage to run through the airport in what felt like record time and you were now settling snugly in your seat.

With no one beside you, you stretched out comfortably; kicking off your shoes, loosening the collar of your shirt and folding the blanket neatly over your thighs. Everything put in place and the cabin dimming, you plan to follow suit of the other passengers and take a well deserved rest.

The ascent was nothing note worthing, and after you felt like enough time had passed you plug in your headphones to drown out any residual snores from the others. However, instead of music you hear the distinct bubbly tone of a call.

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remember me not

Drabble Request: 35. “Why are you looking at me like that?” + Hoseok || for anon

Characters: genie!hoseok x you

Words: 14.1k (oml this is monstrous)

Inspiration hit me like a train and gave birth to this mess. This was also supposed to be a Valentine’s Day gift, but that didn’t happen so now it’s a gift since Hobi’s birthday is coming up. Special mentions to Admin Z, @kittae, @ssconce, @pink-strawberry-flavored-kpop and @suha-min​. To readers, enjoy! and happy reading!

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where i would be if you hadn't found me

title: where I would be if you hadn’t found me

rating: t

word count: 6,359 (This was supposed to be a drabble, I don’t know what happened.)

a/n: modern AU in which Jyn is secretly a sci-fi fan, Cassian works too much and somehow I still made it all angsty. Also went really meta, my apologies. No beta - I literally wrote it in one sitting at work to get it out of my system (who cares about deadlines, right? the correct answer is my boss actually…). Title’s from dodie’s sick of losing soulmates.

Written for RebelCaptain Appreciation Week, Day Four: AU of your choice || Writing Prompt: Nerve.

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markhyuck headcanonz

‘im egging your house for a dare but your parent is a cop and they’re yelling at me so i told them that you were my ex and you wronged me and now you’re coming outside and please go along with this i don’t want to go to jail’ a very specific headcannon if you want , I’m sorry - requested by an anon :’) <3

- ok so mark is a popular athlete, good student and all but his fiends r kinda… dumber jocks. so one time he is over one of his friend’s w the squad and they have a stupid contest over something like who can hold his head under water the longest

- and mark loses. and as a punishment he has to egg his friend’s neighbour’s house. he isnt looking forward to that tbh bc he isnt a bad person but… peer pressure

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Lost Series - Part Seven

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six

Pairing : Jerome x Fem. Reader

Warning : Smut .. Kinda.. Lol.

Requests are open. xx

Originally posted by that-hardcore-fangirl

Originally posted by begavet


“Just stay away from Theo, please?” I asked Jerome.

He rolled his eyes, “he got us out of Arkham, doll. And in case you didn’t realize.. We’re kinda living with him. Plus, I don’t really have anything against him.”

“I do though! I don’t trust him and if I don’t then you shouldn’t either.” I spoke, sitting next to the ginger.

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Adventure Time

Summary: You have a day off and want to spend it with one of your teammates, but everyone seems to be busy. Based off of four one-sentence writing prompts.

3. “You are not going without me.”
14. “Run away with me.”
17. “Why are you so annoying?”
101. “I’m ok, thank you. Just please, stop talking to me.”

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1,851

Warnings: none (the word ass is used twice but like… come on)

A/N: okay this was supposed to be a drabble at first, but then two different anons sent in prompt requests and one of the numbers overlapped, and they kind of worked together, so I just threw it all into one fic. yolo. Enjoy! (also I’m sorry about the gif choice but I couldn’t find anything better and it’s 4:38 am and I’m pissing myself laughing over how funny it is. completely unrelated to this story.)


Originally posted by starry-eyed-waltz

Today was one of those unusual days where you had nothing to do, left to your own devices. Steve hadn’t scheduled you for any training, and there was nothing pressing for you to finish. You were free to do as you pleased today, but there was only one problem: you had no clue what to do.

Last time you had a day off, you stayed inside the whole day, watching an endless number of movies on Netflix. Today, you wanted to actually hang out with somebody. Unfortunately, most of your team members were busy with their own doings. Steve was training Wanda today, and Sam was busy trying to prove that he could, in fact, kick Scott’s ass. T’Challa was off somewhere tending to his kingly duties as always, and Clint was simply nowhere to be found. That left one more person on your list: Bucky Barnes.

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Stop making me horny (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: can you please do 17 and 41 from your list of drabbles in an imagine :) ?

A/N: I was supposed to upload this two days ago but I have been so busy with school(I’m finally done, tho!!!) so I haven’t had time. I also didn’t know if I should include smut -request didn’t tell and I feel weird writing smut for little smol bean Peter Parker hahaha. Since I have loads of free time at the moment, request everything you want!!! 

List of drabbles: http://imaginingspiderman.tumblr.com/drabbles

Trying to pay attention to the teacher, the only thing you could focus in was Peter’s hand up your thigh. He didn’t seem to care about the fact that you were at school, in the middle of class and surrounded by people. It had all started as a joke, as you had decided to tease him a little when you got to school. Your make out session that you had been having the day before had been interrupted by Aunt May calling you both for dinner, and knowing that you had left their house leaving Peter a little too excited, you decided to whisper some thing on his ear when you got to his locker. As he was about to kiss you, the bell rang, leaving him with no option but go to class, as you had slipped away from his arms, teasing him a little more. What you hadn’t expected was for him to run his hand up your thigh and whisper things in the middle of a lesson. And that was exactly what he was doing.
‘Maybe we should skip Maths and finish what we started yesterday at my room’ he whispered. He was running his hand incredibly slow, knowing that would get you more turned on. ‘If you can keep quiet, we can go to the janitor closet. But I know you can’t. Maybe we should take the car to my house. Or just go to the car. Whatever you prefer’ his hand was getting dangerously up your thigh, making you shiver.
Stop making me horny, Peter. We are at class. Somebody could see us’ you said, trying to keep calm. You looked directly at his eyes, which held a suggestive look, making you even hornier than before. You needed to get out of there. It was getting too much for you to handle, and you knew you would end up moaning if Peter didn’t stop playing with his hand. You raised your hand, catching the teacher’s attention. ‘Can I please go to the nursery? My head hurts so much and I think I might pass out’ you said, trying to look serious. The teacher gave you a worried look and nodded, and you took all your belongings and rushed through the door, barely hearing Peter telling the teacher he would go with you to check if you were okay.
As you heard the door close behind you, you turned and saw Peter standing there with a smirk. ‘I can’t take it anymore’, you said as you took his face in your hands and pressed your lips firmly to his. He put his hands in your hips, pulling you closer until there were no gaps between your bodies. ‘I’ll be quiet’ you whispered, wanting Peter to understand what you meant. He did, and smirked against your lips, taking your hand and leading you to a room on the same floor. Opening the door, he pushed you inside, put you against the wall and grabbed you by the ass, making you wrap your legs around his waist.
‘You better be quiet, because I won’t stop.’ He said with a rough voice, throwing both your backpacks to the ground. He squeezed your butt, and finally, after putting up for so long, you finally moaned, eager for what was coming next.

Lion Man

Originally posted by ghisborne

Originally posted by andersjohnson

Summary: You’re about to get married to Fili, but your nerves start kicking in.

Pairings: Fili x Reader

Word Count: 770

Warnings: None

Requested by: Anon

A/n: The request was kind of confusing because they lyrics that I translated were nothing like the one I was provided but I did my best. This is my last Drabble for the weekend because I already wrote like six of them and I need to focus on my series. Also writing this, I did some research and I realized that I severely fucked up in Little Brat because it’s Hobbits that have their coming of age at 33, not dwarves, but I can’t fix it now because I’m already too far in and we’re going to pretend that I’m right. Lol bye.

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Girl Crush

Originally posted by winsync

Summary: Based on Little Big Town’s “Girl Crush” Can anyone really blame you for feeling a little jealous of the girls Dean’s always giving his attention to?

Words: 1,400 (with lyrics)

A/N: Hahaha this was supposed to be a little drabble, but I’m such a wordy shit. Not beta’d, just something that popped in my head driving to the lake on Friday. This song came on and I couldn’t help myself I guess. Lyrics are in bold, flashback in italics. Let me know what you think! (Also you’re welcome for the gratuitous Dean tongue gif)

Warnings: Couple of swears. Nothing crazy.

(Just going to tag @amanda-teaches @oneshoeshort @hexparker because they mentioned being tagged in all the things, and @impala-dreamer because being my friend means I torture you with trash)


I gotta girl crush, hate to admit it but
I gotta heart rush, ain’t slowin’ down
I got it real bad, want everything she has
That smile and that midnight laugh she’s giving you now

“Sam. I 100% don’t like him like that. Leave me alone.”

“You know Y/N, for someone who basically lies professionally, you suck at it so bad.”

“Guys. I found a friend for the night…think you can maybe get another room to share for the night?”

You tried to hide the dejection in your voice and on your face “Yeah, no worries D.” You put your head down slightly, suddenly very interested by your drink. Sam didn’t by any of it.

Normally Dean wouldn’t have either, he knew you just as well if not better than Sam did. At the moment though, he was a little preoccupied with tonight’s conquest.

“Aaahhh that’s my girl!” slinging his arms across your shoulders and giving you a quick peck to the side of the head-might as well have stabbed you in the heart, he turned to share the good news with the flavor of the night, “You’re the best sweetheart.”

“Oh I’m fucking wonderful all right.”

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The Airport

Hi guys! So this was supposed to be a drabble and I got carried away also it became about Steve which I’ve never done so that’s cool I guess! New territory! I hope you guys enjoy. Happy Sunday! 

Warnings: none

Originally posted by luvinchris

I really hate airports. There seems to be people leaking out of every crevice, either bumping into me or rolling over my toes with their pull along suitcase. Grumpy people line the walls waiting to check their bags or buy their tickets or eat the overpriced food squished into plastic containers. 

Today, I am picking up my brother. He travels a lot for work so here I am, once again, watching the clock and waiting by the gate. My stomach is revolting, even when I have no plane to catch, ticket to buy or bag to check. That’s just how much I inherently hate everything about airports.

An overly cheery woman announces over the loud speakers that another flight has just arrived. In a few minutes, my brother will be walking off that plane and through customs, so I shouldn’t have to endure this introvert’s torture much longer. 

I walk over to gate and lean on the bars of the fence and observe the fresh mob making their way into the main lobby. People-watching is really the only thing that keeps me from ripping my hair out when I have to sit in an airport for any period of time. They say you see more sincere love in an airport than at a wedding. 

As I scan the room to pick out a stranger to spy on, one man quickly catches my eye. He’s tall and built, handsome. He has what seems to be shoulder length hair that’s tied back in a bun. Rogue strands pierce his light, perfect skin. His hands are shoved deep into the front pockets of his dark jeans and even through his bulky winter sweater, I can see he’s thick and sturdy, but not too buff for my taste. 

But I gather that my taste doesn’t matter. I can tell by the way he’s eagerly searching the crowd that he’s taken. Happily taken. Quite smitten actually. His hands are pressed into his pockets as if pushing his shoulders down will somehow make his neck grow and allow him to soar over the crowd to find the one he is looking for. His bright, excited eyes flutter from face to face, desperate to find the right one.

And when he does, his smile just about blinds me. 

“BuckybuckybuckybuckyBUCKY!” I see her erupt from the gate and run the entire distance of the lobby to him. Her bag is violently bumping against her thigh with every stride, her hair blowing behind her in waves, a grin taking over her pretty features. 

I can’t help but giggle at the way the man just stands his ground, bracing himself for the comparatively small body that was about to crash into his. Once she weaves through the mob of passengers, she throws her duffel on the floor with a plop and quite literally leaps into her man’s able arms. Her arms clasp around his neck and her legs around his waist, while he safely holds her tight around her middle. 

“Doll, I missed you.”

I’m surprised to hear his soft voice from where I was standing. He is so sincere, his low song to her almost cracked. I’m truly amazed at how they just enjoy each others’ presence, completely able to ignore the hustle and bustle around them. 

Her face is now safe inside the crook of his neck and through a mess of his and her hair, I see his eyes are closed. Suddenly, her face emerges from his shoulder and reveals a sweet grin. After quickly looking him over, she attaches her lips to his in a simple kiss. Slow and hardly moving, they are glued to each other.

I look around to see that I’m not the only one watching the two. They couldn’t care less about the world spinning around them because they were at its center.

I have to divert my eyes because I feel like I’m intruding on them. But also, if I watch any more I was afraid my smile would grow too large and actually split my face. As soon as I look away, I hear a man beside me chuckling. 

“Obnoxious, aren’t they?”

“Nah, they’re in love. It’s sweet.”

“It’s sweet for about a week and then it gets annoying.”

I giggle and finally turn to see Captain America standing next to me. My smile falls to awe as I take him in. The thing that they say about him looking like a dorito was absolutely true, I can’t decide if he’s thick or lean. Either way this man was sculpted by the gods. And he shows it off too, his shirt has to be two sizes too small.

But his eyes are even more lovely in real life. Bright blue and smiling, easy to get lost in. And lost I am until I realize the awkward silence is mine to fill.

“Maybe. But I’m sure they’ll say the same thing about you someday.”

“I can only hope so.”

Now I have nowhere to look. If I look at him I would surely be crushed by his muscles or drowned in his eyes, and if I look at the couple who were still kissing in the middle of everything I would surely die of cuteness. Well, the floor will do.

“And um, thanks, for um,” I sweep a gesture down his body, from his shoulders to his feet, “what you do. Savin’ our asses,” I add for an explanation. 

He chuckles, “It’s a pleasure to save the ass of a beautiful girl like you.”

I bit my lip to hide my smile. I was not expecting that from America’s Golden Boy. Thank god I am saved by some of my brother’s coworkers walking through the lobby. 

“Well, I have to go find my brother.” I notice a spark glisten in his eye when I say my brother and not my boyfriend. “It was nice to meet you, Captain America.”

“Steve,” he corrected. 

“Steve,” I repeat, kicking my brow at him. I spin and walk to the gate, only looking over my shoulder when I hear Steve holler, “Hey, do you ever go to Molly’s?”

“Occasionally!” I shouted over my shoulder. 

Suddenly, he’s right behind me, his voice ghosting over my neck, his fingers resting gently on my right hip. “Meet me there at 8?”

Startled, I turn on my toes and end up face to face with his large protruding chest. I tilt my chin up and whisper “okay” before I had the chance to get lost in his eyes again.

“See you there,” he declares with a nod. I stand there before him, waiting for him to make his exit but it doesn’t seem like he wants to. Though I don’t exactly want to say goodbye just yet either, I hear my brother calling me. 

I jog over to him and take one of his bags off his shoulder, while slinking my arm through his. ”Hey bro. How was the flight?”

“It was good. Exhausting though. Hope you didn’t wait too long.”

“No not at all. You’ll never guess who I was talking to.”

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To Find

|To Fall| |To Be Afraid| |To Be In| |To Rediscover| |To Yearn|

Member: Jin (ft. Yoongi) 

Genre: Angst 

Word Count: 5.2k 

Summary: Love. It’s a strange thing. It can either make you the happiest person in the world or the most miserable. You don’t know when it comes or when it goes. Sometimes it’s not returned and sometimes it is. We don’t know how to deal with it, but we still yearn for it.

A/N: I don’t really know what to say about this one. It’s…different :o I will warn you though, I got extremely sad while writing it. I hope you enjoy Xx 

Originally posted by boguming

Love. What exactly is it? According to the dictionary, it is the intense feeling of deep attraction. To you, that definition is not enough. It’s too vague, too open ended. You could be extremely attracted to a celebrity, but that doesn’t mean you love them. What’s so special about love that your society has given all of you a time limit to find “the one?”

Every morning a system that’s built into your house will alert you, telling you how many more days you have to find your love. The clock will stop the moment that you realize that you truly love the person. If not, it keeps going. “To find” is both physically and emotionally as well.

The consequences if you don’t succeed in that time frame? It’s not death, but it’s comparable. They will take you away from society to go through series of treatments and therapies to try to find the “problem” as to why you couldn’t find your true love. It’s brutal. You’ve seen it happen to your neighbour. The clock just struck 7 PM and it was the last day for him. He still didn’t find the one and then people in grey suits approached his front door and quarantined his house. They drugged him and hooked him up to a machine to scan his brain and find the issue.

Why is this person not capable of loving?

Where did the hardwiring go wrong?

Is there a defect?

Everyone should be able to love.

It’s a cruel system and you never understood it. Why should a machine dictate who I love? Why should a system created by some sick person dictate when I should or shouldn’t feel love?

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