if my love were an ocean,
there would be no more land.
if my love were a desert,
you would see only sand.
if my love were a star-
late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings,
I’d be soaring in flight.
“ are you gonna kiss me or not? ”
“ how many have you kissed? ”
“ i really want to kiss you right now. ”
“ i think we should kiss right now. ”
“ i don’t kiss and tell. ”
“ do you wanna kiss me? ”
“ am i a good kisser? ”
“ do i think i kiss okay? ”
“ i’ve always wanted to kiss you. ”
“ so i can kiss you anytime i want. ”
“ i’ve never kissed anyone before. ”
“ please, tell me you’ve done this before. ”
“ it we just a kiss, not like it meant anything? ”
“ did you kiss me with your tongue? ”
“ you are a really good kisser. ”
“ i want to be my first and last kiss. ”
“ just walk up to him/her and kiss him/her, it’s not hard. ”
“ are you trying to lean in and kiss me right now. ”
“ do not even try and kiss me right now. ”
“ not even a kiss could shut me up. ”
“ no kiss goodbye? ”
“ you always kiss me goodbye, why? ”
“ i dream about kissing your lips. ”
“ i’ve kissed before, just not like this. ”
“ i don’t know how to kiss, could you teach me? ”
“ i don’t wanna miss this kiss. ”
“ let’s just kiss and get it over with already. ”
“ first kisses are always so awkward, unless the other person is experienced. ”
just remembered about a week ago I had a dream where ronan dreamt himself up a bunch of ronans, and he basically excommunicated himself from the gangsey (because he just knew they would Disapprove) to be the head of all-ronan hooligan gang, where he could do whatever he wanted and no one told him what to do. and, for whatever reason, blue looked at this spectacle and said “is there room for one more”
Summary: Bucky believes you deserve more, but all you need is right in front of you.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, angst, fluff, kissing, fluff, *mic drop* the end
Word Count: 2331
A/N: Kind of a song fic based on Something Just Like This by The Chainsmokers and Coldplay. I didn’t include lyrics because I thought it flowed better without them, but this story follows the song. I would love to know what you think :)
He was to be living with heroes. The righteous, the worthy, the ones who had been given a second chance and redeemed themselves.
He was given a second chance and he failed. After he fell and woke up alive, Hydra broke him. He couldn’t escape. He complied. How did he deserve the third chance he was given now?
I want someone.
I want someone that I can just collapse on.
Whether it in laughter or sobs.
I want someone I can tell all my secrets to.
The dark and the light.
I want someone who I can stay up with and just talk.
All day or all night.
I want someone who knows when I need them
And knows when I need space.
I want someone who’s laugh can get me drunk.
On love or happiness.
I want someone who understands I need to unleash
And just explode.
I want someone who can read me like an open book.
Even when I’ve locked myself in a cage.
I want someone to cuddle with.
On rainy days and late mornings.
I want someone who I can make me forget who I am.
And only exist with them.
I want someone who I can loose track of time with.
If I’m with them, I’m never late.
I want someone who I can love.
Unconditionally and always.
I want someone.