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still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me

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BTS REACTS TO: Seeing you at the airport after months apart

Anon Asked: BTS reaction to you meeting them at the airport after months of being apart because of them being on tour and you running into their arms to greet them while smiling and crying?

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Seokjin

Boarding off the plane and grabbing his suitcase was routine by now. He put no thought into the process, and he was one track minded on getting in the car with the boys to head back to the dorms and order food. You waiting for him just outside the airport automatic doors caught him completely by surprise. You stood there, tapping your foot. Anxiety and impatience getting a better hold of you. Jin’s face lit up the second he saw you, but when you saw him, you erupted into tears instead. The sudden burst of emotion caught Seokjin completely off guard. You ran into his arms, sobbed into his shirt – it has been far too long since the two of you had been apart. Jin soon enough found himself tearing up too.

“Ahhh, [y/n]… why are you crying?”

“I missed you, Jin…”

“You’re going to make me cry too!”

“Cut it out!”

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Breathless (1)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: She’s breathless, and not in a good way.

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warnings: swearing i think, mentions of starvation, violence, torture, death. ANGST.

Originally posted by coporolight

Looking at him took my breath away, and not the good kind that most people associate breathlessness with. I couldn’t breathe. It was as if a pile of rocks sat in my chest. Each breath hurt worse than the last. My body was shaking with unadulterated fear. I was face to face with the monster under my bed, the star of my nightmares. The same stormy blue eyes that shot me in the shoulder all those years ago.

I honestly thought I was going to puke. My hands were clammy and I felt light headed. Tears threatened to spill over my cheeks and I take in a bated breath. My surroundings fade and it feels like I’m floating.

His blue eyes are no longer menacing and cold. Instead, they’re soft but haunted. It still doesn’t make me feel any better being around him. His eyes brightened at the sight of me for a moment and it unnerved me. His face falls and he takes a hesitant step towards me.

“Y/n? Is that really you?” he asked, his eyes search mine for a trace of the girl that was imprisoned with him. I know he can’t, because that girl no longer exists. Not since he shot me, at least.

I crossed my arms and straighten my posture. “You’re not a very good shot,” I spat, pulling the shoulder of my shirt down, revealing the nasty scar that stretched from my shoulder to my neck. He winces.

“Y/n!” Steve hissed, scowling at me.

“Fuck off, Steve. Did you know I was his first and failed mission?” I sneered angrily. “I was the test subject to determine if he was the Soldier. Spoiler alert, he failed.”

“Because I was still me, dizzy doll! I couldn’t shoot you. I wouldn’t kill you. You’re my girl!” Bucky interjected.

I look away and a tear slides down my cheek. “Your feelings for me set HYDRA up with decades of torture. They had no point for me so I was expendable. Every new method they came up with to torture you with, started with me.”

It was 1949, four years after the war ended and I found myself in post war torn Austria. I had just finished my degree and a promising job offer led to to the ruined country. I was too excited to see the skepticism in the offer. It was deep in the mountains and I had no knowledge of how to transport to and from the closest town nearby where I was suppose to be living. That was my first mistake.

The men who I’d later discover as HYDRA agents would drug me on the car ride there. I’d be striped of my belongings and nearly starve to death for the next week until they moved me into the cell block Bucky was occupying. I was scared and weak, terrified that I was going to die.

I was freezing in the clothes that I wore. I wanted to make an impression, so I wore a nice, bright yellow dress with my lab coat that would be my only source for warmth. I was getting sick. I coughed up a lung every now and then and my skin was hot to the touch, even though I was shivering.

And then by some miracle, they moved me. They viciously dragged me down multiple corridors until I got lost wherever we were. If they thought that I was ever planning on escaping, having multiple hallways with just as many others was the trick at capturing me, that’s for sure.

The doors in front of us opened with a scream and I shake against their grasp. They throw me into the room blindly and I fall with a loud crack. My knees crumble and my palms burn against the rough concrete.

I managed to get onto my feet and back myself into a corner. I ducked my head into my knees, quietly muttering prayers that I learned over the years. My eyes close and I shake with each word that tumbles out of my lips.

“Why did they bring you here?” a voice hissed out in another part of the room. It’s rough, raspy.

My eyes snapped open and I’m met with a worse for wear looking man. Despite our conditions, he looked fine. He was muscular and from the looks of it, he was wearing clean clothes. I scan the cell and notice this cell is ten times better than the one I was in.

It had a bathroom area and a small cot for a bed. It was an ideal hostage room unlike the one I was in. The cell I was in only had a bucket for a toilet and I was confined to the floor as a bed.

“I-I don’t kn-know,” I rasped out in between a coughing fit. My throat burned and it took everything in me not to throw up. “They j-just threw me in here. I’ve been isolated for a w-week.”

His cold eyes soften and he grabbed the cup of water to his right. He walked over to me before gently grabbing my hand, placing it in my hand. I thank him quietly, drinking it slowly. My eyes met his again again and for the first time I notice how beautiful he is.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Y/n,” I mumbled, shaking in the rags of my lab coat.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n. I’m Bucky.”

After we met, I found solace in him. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and the months turned into a full year of imprisonment. It was a slow and torturous year, but I had Bucky. He kept me safe and warm.

He’d sooth me whenever I’d forget myself. He knew me better than I knew myself in just a year span. He’d remind me of who I was and run his cool metal fingers through my hair until I fell asleep in his embrace. No matter how many times HYDRA attempted to erase who I was, Bucky was always there. They could never erase him from me, and he brought me back to the ground.

One day after an attempted mind wipe, I was worse for wear. They threw me back into the cell roughly and I had no energy to lift myself up onto my butt. I was weak and feeble, shaking in response from the energy coursing through my body.

Bucky hurried to my side and held my head in his hands. My eyes closed as I listened to his soft strong voice. He was lulling me to sleep before my eyes opened again. Our eyes meet and my hand reached up, tangling my fingers in his hair.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. “I’m so weak and–and broken. You shouldn’t have to take care of me.”

“Shh,” he murmured, “You’re not weak or broken. They’re trying to break you, but you’re not broken. I don’t mind takin’ care of you. You remind me of sickly Steve. I like takin’ care of you. I care about you.”

He holds me and pulls me into his lap. My hand brushed against his cheek and he leans into my touch. His fingers play with my hair and our foreheads touch.

“Y/n,” he breathed, “I really want to kiss you,” he confessed.

My heart leaped out of my chest and I turn my head, pressing my mouth against his. It’s firm and full of everything each of us want to say but there were no words for it. He holds me close and I cling to him. He seemed to be the only thing anchoring me.

“James,” I whispered against his lips. He hums in reply. “James, whatever happens to me, it’s okay. I can’t keep going like this. If HYDRA for whatever reason decides to kill me, I want them to. I can’t live like this anymore.”

“No,” he begged, holding my face. “I can’t lose you too.”

“Bucky, I can’t keep going like this. I want to die. I can’t handle another minute of HYDRA. You have to understand. I’m begging you to understand.”

“Y/n,” he croaked, “I can’t let them kill you. You’re all I have.”

I smiled softly at him, running a finger over his cheek. “It’s okay, Bucky. I’ll still be with you here,” I press my hand against his chest.

A handful of days pass before anything happens. It’s the middle of the night and I’m ripped off the home I’ve made in Bucky’s embrace. I cry out and he reaches for me, but he’s beaten into submission at the sound of a gun cocking. I freeze, adjust to the bright light in the room.

Agents surrounded us. My eyes met Bucky’s and his plead with mine. Mine soften, knowing what’s to come.

One of the head agents enters the room, a red book in hand.

“No,” Bucky cries, struggling against the agents in the room. “No, please.”

“Bucky,” I coo, forcing him to look at me. “It’s okay.”

Tears slide down his cheeks and a sob rips through his chest. I watch the agent open the book, thumbing through the pages. I tone the agent out, focusing on Bucky.

He’s gone moments later and his orders are given. He takes the gun and moves it to my direction. His eyes are cold, but it doesn’t frighten me.

“It’s okay,” I murmured in reassurance. “It’s okay, Bucky. Do it, please.”

He looks at me and raises a brow. Something in him clicks, but the gun still goes off. I crumbled to the ground, pain ripping through my shoulder. I was still alive.  

“No. No, no, no,” I chanted under my breath as they dragged me away to privately discipline him. I never saw him again until now.

“I asked, no, begged, you to shoot me. I was miserable. I was weak. I was dying. I wanted to be put out of my misery. You know better than anyone else how that feels,” I spat angrily, feeling my face get hot as tears slid down my cheeks.

“I loved you, Y/n! I couldn’t have you dying on my conscious!” he cried.

“Oh, and I’m sure you could have Howard and Maria on your conscious then, huh? You don’t love me,” I argued. “You think you do, but you don’t. I was the only companion you had. You don’t love me.”

I know it’s a low blow, but I don’t really care, not yet at least. I’m hurt. I’m scared. It’s the first time since he shot me that I’ve seen him.

His face fell and Steve growled my name. I ignore him, storming off to my bedroom. I slam the door shut and slide to the floor. My body shakes as sobs rip through me and I climb onto my bed, pulling my knees to my chest, crying myself to sleep.


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Meeting Michael

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Title: Meeting Michel

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Word Count: 1,300

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This is my first imagine/oneshot Michael fic. I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

This was requested by @flufy07: Imagine during the apocalypse you get taken hostage by Zachariah to get dean to say yes and michael falling for you during your time as heavens prisoner? (and is being a dick and stuff XD) please?

Zachariah threw you into one of Heaven’s prison cells.  He didn’t care about hurting you either.  You were only a ploy to get Dean Winchester to say yes to being Michael’s vessel.  You almost wished you could kill the angel who took you.

“Let me out of here,” you shouted, grabbing onto the bars of the cell.

“Not a chance [Y/N],” Zachariah sneered.  “You’ll be lucky if I don’t end up killing you.  You’re nothing more than a piece of meat.  The perfect bait.”

“Once I get out of here, I’m going to kill your ass,” you seethed.

“Hah,” the angel scoffed.  “I’d like to see you try.”  Zachariah walked down the hall and out of sight.

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My Idol 2: Part One

My Idol
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Wednesday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in specific missions to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what three idols will move on to the second date.

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NEPOTISM {part 4 of AT YOUR SERVICE}

Y/N? You heard Jin’s voice ringing through the intercom system on your desk as you scanned various memos on your desk. The weeks that had passed were beginning to show, you had bags under your eyes, you spent most nights sleeping on the uncomfortable couches in your office, and your pretty sure the oil from your scalp was enough to grease a pan. You sighed as you stood up and looked at your reflection, this job seemed impossible for one person. You pressed the button to the intercom.

The door is open. You murmured through the speaker, resting your head on your hand and watching the door open, you heard Jin laugh lightly.

Long day? He asked as he quietly picked up various pieces of paper that were strewn about the office, you looked at him, your makeup was barely there, your shirt had wrinkles, and you were pretty sure your skirt needed a deep cleaning.

Try long week. You mumbled as you sighed heavily. So what do you need? You questioned, looking at Jin with a bit of fear that he would place another stack of papers on your desk. He pulled out his cell phone, scanning the contents before looking at you. His suit was crisp, he looked like he had gotten a full night’s sleep, and his hair looked perfectly and effortlessly styled. Jin seemed like he had his entire life together, while you looked like you could barely keep your name straight. Jin stared at you for a moment, before sitting down in front of you, a flash of sadness casted over his eyes as he looked from the phone back to you.

Uhm, we need to go to the hospital. Just you and me. He muttered. Suddenly, your tired eyes shot open, the fear from earlier was now replaced with concern.

Is everything okay? You asked, already standing up from your spot behind the desk and quickly collecting your things into your purse. Wallet, keys, sunglasses. You went through the mental checklist as you scanned the desk.

I would bring a notebook, and a couple sheets of company letterhead. Jin murmured. You looked over your shoulder at the elder employee, placing those things and a couple pens in your purse. I’ll explain more in the car, but we need to move. Do not say anything to the other department heads. Jin explained and you nodded, following the assistant quickly out of the office.

Everyone was standing around Hobi’s desk, looking over various product developments, when you and Jin walked past, they all watched skeptically.

What do you think that’s about? Tae asked as he nudged Jungkook. Jungkook and Namjoon looked at one another then watched you follow in suit.

Do you think he’s going to fire Y/N? Hobi asked and Yoongi rolled his eyes.

She’s been garnering more of a profit AND a buzz just by being delegated as CEO. The Board of Trustees is more than happy to see her take on the position and they are expecting a jump in female consumers. Yoongi rattled off statistics and Jimin scrunched up his brow.

What about one of us? Why did she get picked over the rest? Jimin asked and Namjoon looked at Hobi, then Yoongi. The three of them stayed quiet, but Jimin noticed the small interaction and knew something was being hidden. Excusing himself from the conversation, he walked back to his desk and began a little investigation of his own.

You followed Jin into the hospital and walked up to the front desk.

Hello, Helen. Everything still okay? He asked and the nurse blushed, smiling up at the beautiful man.

Yes, everything is still alright. He’s awake now. She murmured and looked over Jin’s shoulder at you. Is this the girl he keeps speaking about? The nurse inquired, but Jin smiled at her.

We will be going in to see him, do not allow any other visitors to come in. He said, avoiding her questions and turned to you. Let’s go this way. He murmured and you followed him, holding the strap of your purse on your shoulder. You hated hospital rooms, they always reminded you of illness and death, and as you walked into CEO Bang’s room, the smell of medicine and the beeping of machines made you shudder.

He was lying in bed, staring off to the side as he seemed to contemplate life. Jin knocked lightly on the glass pane next to the door.

Sir, Y/N and I are here. He murmured and closed the hospital door. CEO Bang turned his gaze to them, when you saw him, he had lost weight, but his happy eyes were still there. He smiled lightly at you as he motioned for the two of you to come closer.

Come, sit down. His once bellowing voice was now much softer as you slowly made you way to the chair next to the bed.

Jimin sat at his desk, peeking his head to look around at his colleagues, they all separated from their little gossip circle and had gone back to their respective offices. Jimin looked at the distance from his office to yours, his eyes scanning the length between. Grabbing a stack of papers, he walked passed Tae and Namjoon’s offices towards the copy machine. Namjoon looked up for a moment from his computer, before looking back at the illuminated screen. Jimin quickly slipped into your office as he closed the door behind him.

You sat down next to the ailing CEO and gave him a small smile.

How are you feeling? You asked looking at all of the machines and feeling incredibly uncomfortable sitting in the sterile hospital room.

I’ve been better. CEO Bang said with a twinge of sadness. Y/N, there is something I want to tell you. I don’t see myself getting any better, the doctors keep giving me less and less time to live so I want you to know this before I pass. You looked at him with pools forming in your eyes. To think that CEO Bang would die soon was almost too difficult to bear as he reached out for your hand. He was the first fatherly figure you truly had in your life, you grew up with a single mother and she tried her best, but nothing could really replace the need for another guardian in your life. He took you under his wing at the firm when you began as an intern during college, and then he continued to build you up. Seeing him in this sickly state was too much for you to comprehend.

Jimin looked through your desk. Covered with papers, he sighed and shook his head.

No wonder she barely sleeps, she’s horribly disorganized. He murmured to himself as he scanned images of you and your mom when you were growing up. From the looks of the photographs, you were very close to your mom. He smiled at the images of you, with pigtails and a bright pink frock on, while your mother stood beaming, her eyes gazing down at you lovingly. Jimin continued to look around the couches now, finding some of CEO Bang’s photos. Then his eyes widened.

I know this might be a bit of a shock. CEO Bang murmured, his voice a little hoarse from coughing and he looked around. But there’s a reason I made you the CEO, there’s a reason I helped you so much when you came into the company. He continued and you looked at him skeptically. Usually in a company like this, the CEO would give the power to their next of kin, if they were knowledgeable enough. He murmured and you nodded.

Right, but you don’t have any children. You mumbled.

Well. CEO Bang said in reply and it confused you.

Jimin brought the photo to the desk, sitting in the leatherbound chair that sat behind the mahogany desk. Grabbing a photo of your young self, standing next to your mother, he held it up to the photo of a young CEO Bang standing with his arm around the waist of a woman. The resemblance was outstanding.

Oh, my, god. Jimin said quietly.

I do have a daughter. CEO Bang murmured and your eyes shot open. You looked over your shoulder at Jin, who nodded lightly. Y/N. CEO Bang said quietly and you looked at him.

She’s his daughter! Jimin exclaimed and looked at the images. Now Jimin noticed your smile was similar to CEO Bang, the way you would constantly click your pen, and how you would try to make light of even the worst circumstances.

You were CEO Bang’s daughter.