I’ll put the prompts for this story at the end as to not give anything away. BUT REMEMBER, YOU WERE WARNED. Sometimes my bad moods make the angst that much easier to write. I’ll be thinking of you all.
“Step back, Stark,”
Sam growled, pushing the center of his chest to tip him slightly off
balance. “You stay back, or I swear to
God I’ll hit you so hard that it’ll be next Tuesday before you stop rolling.”
Truth is you matter so fucking much to me, and all i can do is sit and watch what we had slowly fade away because im a tragic mess that notices every goddamn one of your attitude changes. Please dont leave me