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Negan smut week

Yeah, yeah. I know. It was ages ago. BUT, I’m still posting the last of mine. That being said, I’m working on day 6- Negan x reader x Daryl. I am working on it now. And wow. This is going to be one of my favorite pieces. Like. Ever. Smut and non smut. Here’s a sneak peek to tide y’all over.

Reaching one hand out, you looped your finger on one of Daryl’s belt loops, pulling his body flush against yours. Your other hand tangled in the back of his hair, your lips moving to meet his. Negan’s lips and teeth continued to move against your neck, his hands moving up and down your sides, his fingertips barely touching you at times.

Daryl teased your clothed slit with his middle finger, smiling into the kiss when you moaned lightly. Finally, he gripped the sides of your underwear, pushing them as far as he could without breaking the kiss.

“Oh!” You gasped, your head back on Negan’s shoulder as Daryl’s middle finger worked your clit gently. His lips found your nipples, his blue eyes looking up at you the best he could. As he watched your chest move quicker, your breath picking up, he teased between your clit and your entrance. You moved your hips, trying to get him where you needed him.

anonymous asked:

37 for Mark, fluff :) for the drabble thing

high school rapper makes me so auksjsns ,, so-

“ Take my hand ”

You noticed him bit his bottom lip nervously as he closed his eyes , trying to stay calm . His hands were clutched tightly together in front of his face , eyes shifting as he watched the other contestants do their piece - only a few more to his turn .

Trying your best to make him feel better , you put your palm out for him to hold , “ Take my hand , ” Mark let out a sigh , as his cold and sweaty hands reached out to hold yours .

“ You’ll do fine , trust me ” you assured him ,patting him on his back as he smiled instantly at your words , but soon went back to focusing on the small screen in front of him , nervously waiting for his turn to come .

Mark’s hold tightened around your hand as the other contestant on the screen started to end his rap . The staff then signalled for him to get ready .

Without hesitation , you pulled Mark in with both your arms , then looking up to peck him on the lips , a big grin on his face shining brightly .

You ran your fingers through his hair , and said to him one last time , “ I believe in you babe , you can do this , go up there and do what you always do ”

He gave a small giggle , then nodded his head and hugged you once more , “ I won’t disappoint you ” , before he ran up to the stage , preparing to perform his rap , in front of hundreds of other rappers .

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself proudly , your heart beating as two times quicker than usual , as your boyfriend did his best on stage , performing the piece he stressed and worked so hard to write for the past few weeks .

Even if he wasn’t the best there , he was the best in your heart .

forever 21 new arrivals
  • a shirt you have to plug into an outlet to charge
  • denim jacket with “I HATE DENIM” written on the back in a slightly darker shade of denim
  • pair of jeans with rips going down the entire leg and if you wave a cracker near one of them a tiny hand reaches out and desperately tries to grab it
  • a tee that is literally just a 5x3 inch square of fabric. $29.99
  • a nice, normal looking sweater but once you click on it you see it only comes in size XS and if you try to put it in your cart the CEO bursts into your room and shoots you, killing you instantly

I was just randomly clicking through episodes and stumbled upon this scene and it’s actually quite underappreciated and very sweet

this obviously happens shortly after their stupid argument over the lost bag of nuts (rest in peace brave soldier) and it’s clear that they’re still a bit tense after that. But Yuuri makes an attempt to break the ice 

“What would you like for a gift?” can just as easily be translated to: “I’m not annoyed anymore and would like to put this behind us.” It’s a sweet peace offering, with Yuuri showing interest and care in something that he presumes is important to Viktor.

However

Viktor misinterprets what Yuuri is trying to say and, while answering truthfully, also accidentally dismiss the hand Yuuri reached out for him. It’s a good display of them facing a cultural gap, since Yuuri might have planned to get Viktor a gift in advance and Viktor shoots that wish down. It’s not on purpose! But, speaking from experience, sometimes cultural gaps cause misunderstandings between couples that might lead to hurt feelings

 As is also evidently displayed here; Yuuri tries to mend what was hurt in the previous scene, in his own way, and Viktor misunderstands and Yuuri is left feeling rejected and possibly anxious that Viktor is still mad at him

BUT THAT LEADS US TO THE MOST CRUCIAL MOMENT IN THIS SCENE

VIKTOR CLEARLY NOTICES THAT YUURI GETS HURT and immediately tries to make Yuuri feel better in a way that is just as sweet as Yuuri’s own

it’s a line of dialogue that is just as simple as Yuuri’s when he asks what Viktor wants as a gift. “Do you want some hot wine, too?” is basically Viktor reaching out to Yuuri and showing care for his well being and offering to share something of his own with him. It’s simple, it’s sweet and easily leads into the hilarious line about Yuuri not handling alcohol well, bUT IT’S JUST SO CUTE AND THOUGHTFUL

THIS SCENE IS SO GREAT BECAUSE EVEN AFTER AN ARGUMENT THEY TRY TO FIX WHAT WAS HURT BY SHOWING EACH OTHER CARE AND COMPASSION AND IT’S SOOOOO PURE THEY CARE SO MUCH ABOUT EACH OTHER AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP

anonymous asked:

#8 & #21 for haechan ?

i sincerely apologise that this is so bad omg

“ Baby i don’t want nobody but you ”;“ You are my angel ”

You sat quietly beside him , his arms wrapped tightly around you , the heavy weight of his head on your shoulders . He sighed once more and pulled you closer , your hand reaching out to pinch his cheeks .

Unlike other days where he’d tease you back and whine endlessly , he sat still and let you pinch them , closing his eyes as he laid on you .

His arms left your waist as he sat up and cupped your cheeks together, smiling sheepishly as he giggled to himself ,“ You are my angel ”

The redness on your cheeks immediately became visible , as you lightly hit his hand away , “  You’re so cheesy ”

But you love it when he was all sweet and clingy to you , unlike his usual self .

Haechan pouted his lips slightly , before intertwining his hand with yours , letting out a deep breath as he laid back on the couch , “ Thank you so much for taking the time off to attend to me , i love you so much ”

“ No worries , I’m glad you’re feeling better ”

He laughed and nodded his head , pulling you in a for a tight hug , as he whispered to you in a mischievous tone , “ Baby i don’t want nobody but you ” . Your eyes widened in shock , pushing him away as your cheeks reddened once again .

Haechan clutched his stomach as he fell on the floor laughing uncontrollably at your reaction , struggling to catch his breath . You couldn’t help but let a small smile escape your lips ,

he was back to his usual self .

There are nightmares I don’t want to wake up from. In these nightmares, you’re still in my life. You haven’t left. We still kiss upon meeting, and you still laugh in that musical way you always used to. Every time, it’s something different we used to do. Maybe we go to different museums even though I always consider you the most captivating piece of art. Or maybe we’re watching Netflix and actually chilling. Or maybe we’re just holding each other in silence because the world is too loud. No matter what, it’s always good, great even. So why would I call these dreams nightmares? Because I always wake up not with a cold sweat, but with an intense longing and tears that taste like the last kiss we shared. My hands always reach out for you but you’re not there. Instead, I’m always greeted by the familiar empty space in my bed. Every time, I’m forced to remember exactly how things used to be, just to come back to reality where it’s almost like we never met. And to this day, I can’t say I wish we never did.
—  Nightmares // Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (318/366)
  • Eddie: [returns to HQ]
  • Ozzie: [is waiting]
  • Ozzie: [probably spent hours practicing how to stand and what to say]
  • Ozzie: Hello old friend
  • Eddie: [assuming he is hallucination!Ozzie] Hi Oswald
  • Ozzie: ...
  • Ozzie: That's... all you have to say?
  • Eddie: [spreading out papers on a table in preparation of his next scheme] I'm rather busy right now so if you don't mind...
  • Hallucination!Ozzie: [appears at Eddie's shoulder]
  • Hallucination!Ozzie: Well he sure is a handsome fellow don't you think?
  • Eddie: [growing impatient] Oswald, I told you, I'm bus- [looks up and sees two Oswalds in the room]
  • Eddie: [looks slowly from one to the other]
  • Eddie: ...wait

at green days show in Cleveland in 2015 this guy next to me threw his hat on stage and billie put it on for like a second and set it by tre’s drums for like the rest of the night. so the concert’s ending and his hat’s still sitting there and he keeps screaming to billie to give it back to him but billie doesn’t hear / ignores him ok. so now the concert is over and green day literally left the stage and this dude is still screaming for his hat, so finally joey walks out and hands it to him and I don’t think the guy even knew who he was and he just goes “thanks man” or something to joey and I died

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I’m just going to leave this parallel here for you guys. Episode 9 is the first time we see Victor’s tender smile in show since the opening scene of episode 1. And I’m sure it’s no coincidence that Victor is reaching his hand out in ep 1 and grasping Yuuri’s hand in episode 9. *weeps*

The Kids Are Alright: Part 2

April 5, 1998

*silence*

Neville: I… I’m sorry I haven’t come… in a while. Things have been *sighs* complicated, with school. 

Frank: *stares blankly ahead, his breathing steady and slow* 

Neville: I mean… we were already sort of friends *coughs* s-sort of… but now… *smiles softly* I’ve already told you about Ginny… and Ron and Hermione… and Harry-

Neville: I don’t think I told you about her… *falters* I’m sorry it’s been so long… I should have come sooner… *shakes his head, nervously fiddling with an empty wrapper in his hand* 

Frank: *suddenly reaches out to Neville, his hand shaking* 

Neville: *stares* … Yeah Dad? 

Frank: *slowly moves his hand away from Neville, picking a feather up off of his bedside table* 

Neville: Oh… 

Neville: *softly* Dad… please listen. *reaches out and gently pulls the feather from Frank’s trembling fingers* 

Frank: *quickly draws his hands back as if he’s been burned* 

Neville: We’re in the middle of a war… and I don’t think Hogwarts is safe anymore. They’re coming for us. *takes a deep, shuddering breath* 

… I’m scared.

I’m scared… 

Neville: I-I don’t know why the hat put me in Gryffindor. I’m not brave, like you were. 

Neville: I hate that you’re here, but you can’t hear a word I say. I just wish… 

Frank: *jerks, his eyes shutting tightly* 

Neville: *gasps* Oh no! I-I’m sorry… I know this isn’t fair… It’s not your fault you-

Neville: *stares, heart racing* I’m sorry… 

Neville: *gently places a hand on Frank’s shoulder* 

Frank: *freezes* *slowly begins to breathe again, allowing his tensed body to relax* 

Neville: *quietly* I-I have to leave now… *slowly stands, tucking the empty wrapper into his pocket* 

FIN

(( OOC: Bellatrix Lestrange played by: @potterdeer 

Alice Longbottom played by: @the-mischief-managed )) 

So there’s this moment in 1D Day where Ziam are blindfolded and standing next to each other

And Liam (LOAM!) lifts his giant 19th century frontier’s man hands and reaches out to find Zayn

And when his massive paws make contact with Zayn’s tiny kitten man body, he breaks out into this HAPPY GRIN :’(

While simultaneously gently caressing Zayn’s waist and shoulder. Liam gets in a boob grab BUT ITS THE MOST GENTLE AND REVERENT BOOB GRAB

And he says “I’ve got Zaynie” with a smile made of the sun and my tears

“I’VE GOT ZAYNIE”!!!1! MEANWHILE I’M

AND ZAYN JUST, HE LEANS INTO IT AND GRABS TO TOUCH LIAM’S HAND

“Thaht’s yew, Leeyum”

And I am a withered husk in the corner, my wails carried on the wind and used as a renewable energy source 

I still miss you but it’s not the same anymore. I won’t call and I refuse to let my hands reach out for you because I have learned the hard way that you are not a place I can rest upon. You were never a safe place for me to reside in and there was nothing sacred about the way you disarmed me if it was only for your convenience. I became soft for you. I lost my fear of stepping out into the open and I did it for you. I never should have. I should have retrieved my heart on the day where all the casualties began to pile up on my side of the battlefield. And even then, in the death of everything good that I used to be, I still found ways to love you. Maybe they weren’t always good. But I did my best. Even from here, years after the soil has forgotten all the blood I spilled there, I am still loving you in the only way I know how- with my hands at my side, a phone call log that doesn’t remember your phone number and a heart that still loves you but has grown too tired to try to make a home amidst your war zone.

never

“Yuuri,” a familiar voice whispered.

Who was it again? He was sure he knew that voice. A voice that belonged to someone dear to his heart.

“Yuuri, I’m going back to Russia.”

What? No. You can’t leave.

“I’m sorry. I’m happier on the ice.”

Victor.

He was leaving?

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

No. I don’t want you to go.

Please, don’t leave.

Ah, but Yuuri knew it would happen eventually, didn’t he? He knew it all along. Victor belonged in the ice. He was only going to be with Yuuri for a short time. A little moment to get some inspiration back for his career.

Where were they? It was so dark. So cold. So empty. All that Yuuri could see was Victor’s back as he was leaving. Yuuri’s hands reached out on their own, trying to hold onto Victor’s fading image. His heart felt like giving out from the force of denying the desire to go after the other man. He didn’t have the right to hinder Victor from what he had decided to do.

But I don’t want this.

Come back. Come back.

Please stay. I want you to stay with me.

Please.

Yuuri crushed that voice that kept threatening his resolve to let Victor go. If that was what Victor wanted, then he would honor it. He had decided, hadn’t he?

He had taken Victor’s time. Had taken whatever the man could give him. He wouldn’t take anything else from Victor anymore, especially not his happiness.

I don’t want this.

I don’t want this.

That voice inside his head just wouldn’t stop. His voice. Why won’t it stop?

Stay with me.

Stay by my side!

“STOP!”

Yuuri was panting, his heart hammering in his chest. Confused, he looked around to get his bearings. What had happened to him?

“Yuuri?”

That same voice, the one he heard just moments ago. The voice he loved hearing alongside his own. He turned toward the speaker, and found Victor’s worried expression looking back at him.

“You’re still here,” Yuuri breathed. He was still affected by the emotions from his dream. Was that relief he could hear in his tone?

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Victor returned, sounding as puzzled as he looked. “What’s wrong, Yuuri? You look so scared. Bad dream?” Victor slid towards him, the sheets rustling as he did.

Ah, Yuuri remembered now. That was the day he had gotten back from the Rostelecom Cup. Tired from the flight, Yuuri was intending to sleep once he got home which Victor agreed to.

At Yuuri’s door, Victor had grabbed his hand and requested, “Sleep beside me, tonight?”

Yuuri couldn’t say no to that. Not when he had missed Victor so much. Their time apart had been too long, had been so lonely. The older man must have been feeling so as well to ask them to sleep together.

So both of them decided to sleep that night in Victor’s bed. It was still dark outside though, which meant they had woken up in the middle of the night.

Warmth enveloped Yuuri as he was wrapped in a tight embrace, pulling him away from his thoughts of earlier that night. After that nightmare, Victor’s hug was definitely what he needed to steady himself. “Mmm,” was all that Yuuri managed to say in reply to Victor. He was still shaken from that dream.

He knew he shouldn’t have slept that night while he was thinking. But honestly, he hadn’t noticed he had fallen asleep. He only planned to think about everything that had transpired recently, but his mind wandered to what happens after the Grand Prix Final. In a few days, they were leaving for Barcelona. The Grand Prix Final was just around the corner, so of course he got waylaid by thoughts of the future.

Sure, he was determined to make Victor stop being his coach, and he was resolved to support the man in whatever he planned to do next. They had only talked about the Grand Prix Final, never broaching the subject beyond that.

Yuuri had no clue about what Victor wanted to do after the competition. In a way, he was touched by how much Victor had focused only on him throughout the Grand Prix Series. But the end was nearing, and with it, might come the end for their stay together.

What did Victor want to do afterwards? More importantly, what was Yuuri planning to do? He was set on retiring after this season. What would he do once he retired, then? He wasn’t sure of that yet.

A thought kept pushing its way to Yuuri’s mind. A wish, a small hope, really. One he kept tightly locked up inside himself. He was so afraid that once he had given it a chance, it would grow into something more. He was afraid he would desire it so strongly. He wouldn’t be able to take it if he was denied, and so he kept ignoring it. Wishful thinking wouldn’t get him anywhere.

But what if?

Damn that voice. What did he have to do to make it stop?

His thoughts were interrupted by a touch between his brows.

“You get this ‘V’ right here,” Victor murmured as he pressed onto the area, “whenever you’re thinking too much, Yuuri.”

“I’m sorry. I got lost in thought,” Yuuri said apologetically. He looked up at Victor and offered a small smile.

“The same thoughts that had you screaming awake?”

Had he screamed? He couldn’t remember now. If only the dream was as easily forgotten.

“You want to talk about it?” Victor offered softly. He started stroking up and down Yuuri’s back to comfort the skater.

“I’m fine, Vitya,” Yuuri declared firmly. “I guess I was just feeling a bit stressed.”

Victor didn’t seem convinced, but the Russian let it go with a shake of his head. He did that whenever he thought the younger man was being needlessly stubborn. Deciding to take a different course of action, Victor asked, “Can’t I do anything for you?”

Yuuri gave a genuine smile at that. He was always so thoughtful of him and his feelings, his Victor. Nothing had changed.

Nothing had to change, right?

That thought snuck its way into Yuuri’s head, catching him off-guard that he clutched at Victor reflexively. He laid his head on Victor’s shoulder to hide his expression. His distress was surely on his face right now and he didn’t want to show it.

“Yuuri?” Victor sounded worried again.

“Just, please. I just need this,” Yuuri rasped as he clung tighter to Victor. He wasn’t lying. He needed to be held as much as he wanted to hold onto Victor. He could still recall the emptiness he suffered after his Free Skate performance. He felt that something was missing. Try as he might, he couldn’t find it.

Until he saw Victor again. Those hours Yuuri spent far apart from his coach were excruciating. He hadn’t experienced that before. The temporary loss hurt more than he thought it would. It was only relieved the moment he felt Victor’s hug, as if his soul knew it had come home right there in Victor’s arms.

That was from just a temporary separation. What if it became permanent?

You can’t take it. You won’t.

It hurt. His thoughts hurt too much.

“Shh,”Victor whispered in Yuuri’s ear. “Why the tears, Yuuri?”

Yuuri hadn’t realized he was crying. Try as he might, he couldn’t say anything to respond. He was a mess–his thoughts were overwhelming and his heart was feeling too much. Yuuri tightened his grip on Victor’s shirt in a silent plea for more. What more, he didn’t know. He knew nothing anymore.

“I’m here, Yuuri,” Victor reassured empathically. “I’m right here.”

Yuuri cried harder, his emotions spiralling out of control. Maybe this was what Yuuri needed right now-to purge whatever negativity his nightmare had given him. Victor must have known. It must be why Victor didn’t stop Yuuri from weeping. Victor just held on tighter to Yuuri’s trembling form and kept murmuring the same words: I’m right here.

When the tears finally abated, Yuuri felt so worn out but also relieved. Crying his heart out helped ease his distress.

Victor was now stroking Yuuri’s head with one hand, the other enfolding Yuuri in a loose hold. “Feel better?”

Hai,” Yuuri sighed. He definitely felt lighter.

“You got snot on my shirt, Yuuri,” the older man teased.

Yuuri lifted his head up so fast he became dizzy. “I’m so sorry,” he exclaimed in embarrassment as he looked up at Victor.

“You finally looked at me.” Victor cupped Yuuri’s face in his hands, warmth in every touch. His expression was one of utmost tenderness. Perhaps it was because of the lighting, or the intimacy of their positions, or most likely the combination of the two, but Yuuri thought Victor was so beautiful at that moment.

Yuuri never wanted to lose this.

You won’t have to. Just say it.

Tell him.

Tell him what you want the most.

If only he could, but no. Yuuri wouldn’t be that selfish.

You want to stay together with him, that voice insisted.

Yes, he acquiesced, finally admitting to himself that painful desire.

Then ask him to stay.

Only if that was what Victor wanted as well.

On that, he wouldn’t budge. Yuuri was all too aware of what awaited Victor if his coach ever decided to return to skating. His fans would still be there for him, were even now clamoring for him to come back. And if Victor did decide to skate again, he would support the other man.

But it wouldn’t necessarily mean they wouldn’t be together then. Now that Yuuri had acknowledged his desire to stay with the Russian man, new thoughts were beginning to take form. After all, Victor had left his skating career on hold for Yuuri. Why couldn’t Yuuri do the same this time around?

Once Yuuri retired, nothing would hold him back from going with Victor. And if, or when, the time comes for Victor to retire, they would still be together. They had been through so much and had grown stronger together.

How many times had he claimed that they would win with the power of love? They wouldn’t just fall apart. Yuuri was starting to really believe that now.

“Ah, happy thoughts at last, my Yuuri?”

That startled the skater back into focus. “How did you know?” he asked as he gazed into Victor’s eyes which held only affection.

Victor gave Yuuri a fond smile. “Your face says whatever it is you’re thinking or feeling. I’ve been with you long enough to know.”

“Mmm.”

Victor waited a beat, and then blew out a breath. Yuuri obviously wasn’t planning on sharing anything with him. Well, he hadn’t shared yet either. He was still waiting for the right time, and Yuuri evidently was as well. Guess they were both going to play a waiting game, then.

Deciding to take the subject somewhere else, Victor reminded the dark-haired man, “My birthday’s coming up, Yuuri. What are you giving me?”

Yuuri glanced at Victor, seeing the quirky smile he adored on Victor’s lips. Thankful that they were moving on to other matters, Yuuri played along and muttered, “Something round and golden.”

“Wow,” Victor rejoiced, “Is this the continuation for your proposal from the airport?”

Heat crept up from Yuuri’s neck to his cheeks. Victor was never going to let that go. Groaning from embarrassment, Yuuri hid under the blanket and ignored Victor’s teasing grin.

“Yuuri, ne, Yuuri, is it?” Victor kept bugging Yuuri for an answer playfully. He was glad that his skater was feeling better. The scream Victor heard from Yuuri was branded onto his memory. He never wanted his Yuuri to do that again.

“Go back to sleep, Victor,” Yuuri said, his voice muffled from under the covers.

Victor laughed, the sound like music to Yuuri’s ears. Victor gave up on pestering Yuuri and settled down to lie beside him.

“I do need the blanket as well, Yuuri.”

Yuuri lifted one side of the blanket, an invitation for the silver-haired man. One which Victor took, of course. He wasn’t an idiot.

Victor pulled Yuuri towards him, his front to Yuuri’s back. Spooning, they were spooning. Victor’s arm was fastened at Yuuri’s middle, the latter’s hand entwined with the former.

Yuuri was about to fall asleep when he heard Victor whisper, “Let’s take this one moment at a time, Yuuri.”

“Mmm.”

“I wish we’d never stop,” Victor muttered sleepily.

Those words, they wove their way into Yuuri’s fearful heart and anchored themselves there. They might have been words said unwittingly, but it was enough to give Yuuri some hope of a positive future.

They still have this moment. Yuuri was sure they would get where they both wanted to be. Wherever and whatever that may be, he will just have to trust that the power of love would guide them.

Victor was right. They just have to take it one moment at a time.



Okay. So, we’ve gotten a glimpse of what Yuuri’s thought process was like in Episode 9, but nothing yet from Victor. How I wish Episode 10 would help and give us a damn clue already. We’ll have to wait for another week to find out.

I took full liberty with this one. I’ve been seeing a lot of positive and negative thoughts on Episode 9 that it got me thinking: What can I do to get the fandom’s spirits back up? I can’t draw for sh!t, and my laptop breaks down every time I try to make an AMV. The last resort was this: a hastily written fanfic with a bad attempt on cheering people up. Do pardon any mistake or poorly written sentence I have made.

Now, we’ve all watched over them both since Episode 1. Wherever Victor and Yuuri’s journey takes them, whatever path they both decide to go on, let’s all believe in the show and what Victor and Yuuri had always shown us: the power of love can win it all.

I love this show, I love this fandom, and I love Victuri.

Thank you for taking the time to read this!

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Awakened Destiny

Bucky yawned beside you as you walked down the street, his arms rising over his head before one flopped on your shoulder; pulling you towards him. A smile spread across your cheeks as you looked up at him, raising your eyebrows.

“That was very smooth” you laughed as he gave you a wink before leaning over and pressing a kiss to your temple. You reached your hand to hold the one on your shoulder, feeling his fingers tighten around yours.

He slowed down as he pulled you towards a stall along the path, his hand reaching out to grab the fruit on display. You looked around as he began talking to the woman behind the stall, as you glanced to the other side you the street, you noticed a clearly distressed man staring at Bucky.

You tapped Bucky’s shoulder to get his attention and as he turned, the man looked down at a newspaper and back up at Bucky causing him to quickly run out of the stall and speed walk down the street.

Without talking, Bucky walked across the road and to the stall; picking up the newspaper as he saw his own face printed on the cover. He looked over at you as his eyes started darting around the crowd before he grabbed your hand.

“We need to go. Quickly” he stated, leading you to nod as he put his hoodie over his head and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

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OTP force
  • Person A: *a Star Wars fan*
  • Person B: *not a Star Wars fan*
  • Person B: can you hand me my drink?
  • Person A: no, your not incapable.
  • Person B: *pouts* fine I will get it myself! *reaches hand out like they are using the force*
  • Person A: what are yo- *realizes what they're doing* this is why I love you.. *sighs and hand person B his/her drink*
  • Person B: *smugly* I know *sips drink*
  • Person A: * dies a little in the inside*