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phoenixspirits · 2 years

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send me 💬, and i’ll use a line from a sentence meme i’ve reblogged to make a starter for you. // misc prompts for your feels // @timesense

Rory has been a GUARDIAN for a very long time. Centuries, in fact, behaviour conditioned into him by long years of experience. But the instinct existed before that, even when they were just children and he was the smallest, no good at protecting anybody.

This is different, of course. This is the instincts of a father.

It's been a bad day at the end of a bad week. Rory might not know River as well as he wishes he did, but he can see the hints that she’s running herself ragged well enough. He knows Amy sees it too, when they share a glance, a nod, and she goes off to distract the Doctor and leaves River with Rory. He passes her a cup of tea, sits down next to her.

❛ just rest. i’m here. ❜

#timesense #( verses ) rory: time traveller #thread: i'm here #( ic: rory )#//i love soft things with rory #//i hope this works for you #//obv post-s6 but could be any time/any version of river you prefer

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mxmoria-a · 3 years

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Plotted starter with @tasunomyuzu !

It wasn’t often that she would see him, and it wasn’t often she would dare travel so closely into Jueyun Karst. She had heard stories of what could happen to some people when they wandered too far into the territory of the Adepti.

But there was...something about the man that both intrigued Atria but also unsettled her deep in a place she could barely reach herself. She figured she’d simply watch him now, as if she approached him as she were now, Atria didn’t want to risk anything happening because of miscommunications.

She eyed the...what looked like an oddly shaped rock floating in the air around him while he idled in his spot for a moment. And it was her curiosity in what it could’ve been that more than likely gave her away.

Atria’s footsteps paused as she nearly tripped over a small pile of what looked to be chipped up Cor Lapis, nearly losing her footing before she stumbled her way over to the nearest tree, grabbing onto it as she also used it as a hiding spot, holding her breath for a few moments before peeking around again to see if the man had noticed.

#tasunomyuzu #//this got a little long omg #//i hope this works for you #//-3-

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tempusxvernum-moved · 3 years

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@tetheredflame liked for a starter!

"Antir! Please get back here! We'll have time to get to every spot in the festival, but you need to stay with me!" Inomi ran after the...surprisingly fast Seelie, rounding a sharp corner she had seen him round.

Only to crash headfirst into a...very study body. Luckily, Inomi wasn't as clumsy as she was when she was younger, and only stumbled back a step or two. Although, she was admittedly a little embarrassed when she saw who she had run into.

"Kaeya!" She spluttered, "A-Ah, Captain Kaeya." Inomi corrected herself swiftly. "I was...wasn't looking where I was going, I guess. You know...with the festival and everything. It's all quite hectic.." She said sheepishly, scratching the back of her head, peering around him briefly to see if she could catch a glimpse of Antir at all, puffing out her cheeks when she couldn't and turned her attention back to Kaeya instead.

#tetheredflame #//i hope this works for you #// let me know if i need to change anything!#// :D.

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ethereallyloved · 4 years

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@nullcide

How long had she been here? On this train it was really hard to tell. In fact, she had no idea how many train cars she already went through! Sahirah took a look at her hand and eventually wrist, green numbers softly illuminating her skin.

{1460}

That’s the number that was currently branded on her skin. She wasn’t sure what the number meant exactly or rather..a part of her felt like she should know. Though, despite her number being so high she did manage to keep it from changing.

Sure, she wanted to change it but so far she had no idea on what to do. To her the number felt like it was stuck. There was something she just hadn’t understood yet.

It didn’t matter though. What mattered was that her dog Stanley suddenly began to bark. Seems they were about to enter another train car. Time to see what would await her in there!

Stepping in alongside her dog she was met with the sight of an abandoned mall...kind of a bummer? She had seen so many strange things that she had expected something more outlandish now. Nonetheless, the young woman cautiously began to walk around while making sure to be as quiet as possible.

After all, something or someone could be watching the both of them!

#{Infinity Train - Sahirah 1460}#nullcide #//I hope this works for you

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justxaxstory · 5 years

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Wyatt Randall had been doing his best to please Ivar. His master had kept him focused. He’d managed to keep the sandy-blonde haired man busy with any and every means possible to avoid his own brain from breaking him. The memories were too much to bear and would flood him with misery whenever Ivar wasn’t either punishing him, using him, fucking him, or humiliating him in the best ways possible.

Never in a million years would Wyatt have thought he’d enjoy suffering. Enjoy being someone’s whipping boy or fuck toy to do with as they please. Enjoy being talked down to or treated like he was a pathetic piece of trash. But every time that ice-blue eyed male would lash out at the Oregonian, take charge, make him kneel, command him to do whatever it was that gave him pleasure at that moment; Wyatt would shutter with pleasure and feel nothing but gratitude for the constant distractions from his agony. Hell, more often than not, it would end up being more than just Randall being grateful, but rather, completely getting off on it. God, it was like some twisted BDSM bliss that he didn’t even know existed. Unfortunately, the chains that he’d been clutching onto during the first week of Wyatt’s training as a sub had managed to cut into his wrist quite a bit. Wyatt had kept that fact hidden when he put the leather cuffs on and had simply asked to keep the leather-bound cuffs on permanently for their future shackle/edging/training sessions. As long as he behaved, it seemed to be doable… until now.

Wyatt rolled over on the ground next to Ivar as he slept, curling up in a ball as the chain (strapped to his collar) slid along the floor. Sweat had begun beading up along his forehead and bare torso as the large sub moaned at the searing pain that throbbed up his arm, causing his stomach to turn in knots. With a hiss, he clutched around the bottom of his cuff on the right arm, wincing as he struggled to continue hiding the pain from his keeper. He didn’t want to let him down and be a burden. God, it was the last thing he wanted. To be yet another failure and disappointment to yet another man who’d taken care of him and shown him kindness.

Yes, kindness. That’s exactly what this was. Ivar was Wyatt’s salvation and had been nothing but patient with him through all of the weeks of learning to be a good pet for his teacher. Sadly, the fever was making his eyesight blurry now and his hearing begin to fade as he turned to the sound of Ivar’s voice behind him, barely able to see his face. “What? I-… I can’t-…,” he held up his wrist that was hurting beyond belief. “I can’t feel my fingers.” He stumbled as he tried to sit up, other hand slipping as he fell back to the floor, almost fading in and out of consciousness as he uttered, “I’m… sorry… M-master.”

The boy was already teetering on the brink of broken. He was rebuilding that which was decimated by some former emotional attachment. Such foolishness. But he served so beautifully, especially when the boy crawled or took his punishment. Ivar learned that tears on the boy’s face wasn’t a terrible thing, so long as Ivar caused those beautiful tears.

Ivar liked the way Wyatt looked in his cuffs and collar. The silly little slut. He cleaned well, now that Ivar had trained him. His cooking needed some work but he knew now how to get things ready in time for Ivar to prepare the meal. He had chores he needed to complete whenever Ivar was out of the home. Ivar was nothing if not strict.

When he came home today, however, those chores were not done. The tasks were not complete, nor was food prepared for Ivar to make dinner. That dirty little slut. He turned the corner and found the boy looking at him, with a sweaty forehead and bleary eyes. “Have you been drinking boy?” he growled, low and soft before even Ivar gaped in surprise as the younger male crumpled to the floor. “Boy? Wyatt?” He knelt low and brushed a hand over his pet’s forehead. Goddamnit. The little fool was running a fever. Lifting him was a challenge but soon the boy was tucked into Ivar’s bed, a place he had not been except when he was getting fucked or otherwise servicing his Master.

As he stripped off his boy, Ivar found the injury. The little fool indeed. Ivar could have slapped the little liar a dozen times over for taking such a risk. He bathed him off and obtained a course of antibiotic that, when combined with some additional medication, brought down his fever.

The boy’s eyes blinked open just as Ivar pressed another cool damp cloth to Wyatt’s forehead. “Ah ... there you are.”

@untamedgoodoleboys

#wyatt #ivar x wyatt #//i hope this works for you

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kindnessoverperfection · 3 years

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everyone's all for disabled rights & anti-capitalism until your co-worker does the dishes slowly, or gets confused when given directions, or needs to be trained on how to do something that you think is fairly simple, or this or that or whatever lack of ability they have that makes you start to devalue them as a person and call them "useless" for not being a perfect cog in the capitalist machine

like sorry my existing makes your job harder but maybe direct your anger & aggression upwards instead of stamping down vulnerable groups who are just trying to survive and have gone their whole life being abused and screamed at for not being "good enough" or for being Inconvenient or a Burden

#ableism #actuallyautistic #actuallyptsd #(edit: ok to rb! <3 in fact i hope this reaches a lot of people)#i can see a million people getting flustered and trying to defend themselves like ''well they dont LOOK disabled idk i dont think theyre #disabled'' there's literally no way to tell that and so many of us have spent a lifetime curating the best ways to #pass as non-disabled to the best of our abilities. and they dont owe you their personal histories #i swear to god other than the whole Gotta Work To Survive bs the main reason everyone hates their #jobs is because of co-workers seeing and treating each other as subhuman garbage #just treat each other like people what the fuck is wrong with you all

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tiintenteufel · 6 years

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{ --> @spilledencre X <-- }

Somehow he had managed to stumble down the stairs, now sitting at the ground and looking around, rubbing the back of his head in pain. Most of the time he had stayed at one of the other levels, especially after the downfall of the studio and the whole thing with Joey. There hasn’t really been a reason for Bendy to do so beside him just wanting to avoid any of the other inky creatures that roam around the studio. It was not that he disliked them, but he couldn’t stand seeing their misery and what their creator had done to them.

He should’ve known that there would be something downstairs and upon looking at the person coming closer to him, he stood up, curiously waiting for them to come. His eyes widen as he saw what, no, who it was. He resembled the perfect cartoon Bendy a lot more then him, yet there were a lot of things off and Bendy wasn’t quite sure how to react to it. So far he hasn’t really seen anyone who even just closely resembled the original Bendy and knowing that there was another one who was imperfect made him question if Joey had, before everything went wrong, tried to make some more of them. “Who are you?” It almost sounded like a stupid question to him, yet he still decided to ask.

#spilledencre #//I hope this works for you #//If not let me know and I write something else #;V「░ ✒┊╳» Can’t erase the past «」▸After the Fall

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tintendxmon · 6 years

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{ @bluescarfvivi ❤ ‘ }

Walking through the animation studio was almost one of Bendy’s routines. While the others worked, he was enjoying himself. It only had been a few months ago that he first opened his eyes and was greeted by Joey Drew himself. It still was strange to be able to walk around and interact with the employers here, yet he slowly got used to it. Sometimes one of the employers would scare him, one of them being Sammy with his bad mood that he had, other times it was Joey himself that scared the little toon devil. He had soon realized that being part of the animation studio meant that he had to deal with the stress and pressure that was upon them as well. Still, it didn’t stop him from smiling and being happy most of the time. Whenever he saw one of the employers in a bad mood, he knew that it was the best to stay away from them.

Currently most of the employers were working on the newest episode while the devil darling made his way through the hallway, seeking for someone to talk to. He knew the employers, not all of them by name, but by their face so he was confused about seeing the woman standing there. Had she been here before? Probably not or else he would have remembered her. Maybe she belonged to one of the employers or was here for some business related stuff with Joey. He could only assume.

“Are you seeking for something?” Bendy looked up to her, clear confusion on his face. Had he even been allowed to talk to her? Joey never had told him anything about talking to strangers and he just assumed it was fine.

#bluescarfvivi #//I hope this works for you #//I'm also sorry that it's a bit short ^^''#;[ Loved by everyone || Main ]

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phoenixspirits · 2 years

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@starsdestined liked for a starter from gabriel

The Buran had docked at Starbase 67 three hours ago, in urgent need of both repairs and medical after a violent, ugly skirmish against some pirates. Most of the away team had been injured in the fighting, but the worst damage was the direct hit on the ship, blowing part of the engine and leaving many of the engineers, including his chief, in CRITICAL condition. They’d seen off the pirates, eventually, but limping back to the closest starbase had left them all on edge. Gabriel feels like he hasn’t slept in a WEEK.

The crew not in need of medical attention had all been given shore leave, the Buran left in the care of the starbase engineers. He should be making a report, or even getting some rest, but instead he’s pacing outside the starbase medical, waiting for news on his crew members.

The doors leading back to the hallway slide open behind him. Gabriel spins abruptly, shoulders back, only to relax as he sees the familiar figure.

“K---- Admiral. I didn’t realise you were on base.”

#starsdestined #thread: starbase 67 #( verses ) gabriel: starfleet officer #( ic: gabriel )#queued #//i hope this works for you #//i am chronically incapable of writing short starters lol

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keepthefrank · 2 years

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on the enormity of love and desire when you are alone

#been thinking about this for a while #web weaving #richard siken #franz kafka #desire #jenny holzer #ryebreadgf #nicholasbraungf #i hope it's ok that i've included your work! it won't let me tag you :(#webweaving #litany in which certain things are crossed out #planet of love #you want to die for love #the enormity of my desire disgusts me #mitski #love me more #mine

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tempusxvernum-moved · 4 years

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Fennell was admittedly surprised.

"Hey. Ah...you lost?" She called out to the figure not too far from where she had been training just barely an hour ago. She had been on her way to the nearest city to get some lunch when she happened across him.

She landed nearby, not wanting to get too close just in case. "If you're lost, I can help get you to the nearest...city." Fennell felt awkward with her words, having never quite run into someone that looked like this.

@timelessxwinter

#timelessxwinter #//I hope this works for you #//let me know if you'd like me to change anything #//^.^

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adrinktostopyourthirst · 2 years

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Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Quiet Down

Part one to Stay Quiet

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot: You are not, under any circumstances, allowed to wear that.

Warnings: 18+. Smut.

Words: 2,OOO

Unable to lie to yourself and feign your excitement any longer, you blow up your cheeks and breathe out a large puff of air, sitting up straight on your chair after zipping your heels to your ankles. The energy you had when you started dating again has long faded, and you have gotten so magnificently bored that not even the nerves get to you anymore.

You are this close to wearing sweatpants to your next date.

But you are desperate for a man-induced orgasm, so you suck up the uncomfortableness of your current outfit and push to a stand. Grasping your lipstick, you walk over to your body length mirror and re-apply it to your lips.

Flinching slightly when you hear a thump on your bedroom door, you turn around to watch it open, only to see it’s Bucky sneaking in. As you turn back to your reflection, Bucky looks you up and down, closes the door behind him and takes a seat at the edge of your bed, the mattress sinking underneath the weight of his muscles.

“Wow. Those outfits of yours are getting sluttier.” He retorts, sounding slightly impressed and amused “Going naked next time?”

You repress a smile, roll your eyes and throw a pillow from the nearest chair in his direction, which he catches with ease as he lets out a chuckle. You are used to comments like these, but you won’t let it slide too easily.

“Actually debating on wearing sweatpants next time, since these outfits are not paying off.” You complain and roll your lipstick back in, closing the lid and slipping it into your purse. “What do you want?”

Bucky takes in your words and quickly processes them before leaning back on his hands as you turn back to him “We’re going to watch a movie, but we need the Netflix password. Sam and Carol said you had it.”

You nod and quickly scribble it on a note before handing it to him, before grabbing one of your favourite necklaces and stepping over to the mirror once more. Bucky shoves the paper into his back pocket and slowly walks over to you, looking at you through the mirror as you struggle with the clasp in your neck.

“This outfit is way too revealing, you know. You have to leave some for the imagination.” He murmurs and swats your hands away as he starts fumbling with the clasp himself.

A faint alarm is ringing in your head at the intimacy of his hands in your neck and his breath fanning over your skin, but you remain blissfully ignorant.

Your shoulders sink down in defeat and you watch him focus on the necklace through the mirror, his tongue darted out slightly to put all his attention towards the tiny lock.

“Bucky, the men I encounter on these dates barely have enough braincells to show up.” You retort and he snorts “I can’t rely on their ability to use their imagination.”

Bucky curses under his breath when the necklace won’t do his bidding and before you can ask him why it is taking so long, his curious eyes stare at your reflection and he cocks his head with mischief in his eyes.

Slowly, but too fast for you to stop it, his vibranium fingers wrap around your throat and you instinctively raise your chin and bump back into his chest as the digits add pressure to your skin.

“Buck-”

“My hand looks much better around your throat, don’t you think?”

Where the sudden shift comes from, you have no idea, but it makes the hairs on your body stand upright. Back pressed into his front as his fingers roll lightly into your flesh as if to taunt the pressure he enforces, your throat goes dry as you look at his eyes.

His other hand grabs your hip and that is also when you feel a light bulge press into your back. Some very faint part of you is screaming at you to ask him what the hell he is doing, but the majority of your body is so desperate for relief that you can’t argue your roommate being the wrong choice.

But Bucky had always been respectful, frustratingly so. Sure, both you and him were brutally honest to each other and threw around filthy compliments like you did disgusting insults, but this is …different. His demeanor has changed completely.

Whenever Bucky flirted with you before, it had always been shallow and playful and never gave you any insight as to what he would be like in bed. But this, this gives you all the insight you need and your heartbeat starts pounding between your legs demandingly.

As your hand covers the one on your hip and the other clasps around his metal lower arm, Bucky’s smirks widens. Your eyes are wide as you look at him and his are full of determination, making you apprehensive of this unexpected side of him.

“My poor, poor roommate.” He drawls lowly, his breath hitting your ear as your eyes flutter at the feeling and sound of his voice “So goddamn horny and no one there to make her come.”

You whine, actually whine at his words and where you expect him to laugh at you, he soothingly rubs his thumb into your skin.

“Hmm, I know baby. You need someone to take care of you.” He whispers and takes your earlobe between his teeth “Someone to praise you while they do it.”

You sigh softly and barely notice his hand, with yours still over it, trail from your hip to the hem of your dress, raising it up as he slips underneath it.

Tensing up instantly when you feel his fingers trace over the slit of your panties, your hands clasps around his wrist tightly. Not to remove his hand, but in anticipation of what it is capable of.

“Bucky…” You breathe out quietly.

“Shh…” He hushes, the pressure of his fingers against your panties increasing slightly as they massage into the warm flesh “Carol and Sam are waiting for me to return so you’ve got to be quiet.”

Head lulling back onto his shoulder, he chuckles darkly against you, his grip on the sides of your neck tightening slightly as his fingers start rubbing through your panties, dragging slow circles over your clit.

Warmth pools in your underbelly and tingles shoot up and down your legs at the feeling of him knowing how to touch you so well. Your breathing gets slightly more laboured and your muscles tense up and relax at the same time, mind relaxing as Bucky winds the tension into your body with every drag of his fingers.

When you feel a warm, calloused fingertip slip past your underwear and swirl around the rim of your dripping hole, you let out a soft moan.

It is the very best sound Bucky thinks he’s ever heard and he rewards you by gliding his middle finger into you until the base of his finger stretches you lightly, your instant reflex being to convulse around the digit.

“Shit, you’re wet…” He groans and his metal hand roughly grips your jaw, his index finger covering your painted, parted lips “Dreamt about this for so long. Having you pulse around my fingers and turn you into a blabbering mess.”

His middle finger pushes in and out of you steadily, his thumb rolling over your clit firmly as his metal fingers sloppily wipe your lipstick off your lips and make you look as dishevelled as you feel.

Your skin feels like it is on fire as his ministrations quicken, another finger gliding into you with a little too much ease and urging another moan from you. His hand is quick to cover your mouth as he gives a warning bite to the skin of your neck.

He fucking loves this, having you squirming in his hold as he makes a mess out of you, all sloppy and wet in his arms, but he needs you to be quiet if he is planning on doing this way more often without your roommates figuring it out.

“Quiet down baby.” He warns, his voice warm and barely registering in your scrambled brain as your high approaches awfully quickly “I can tell it’s good by the way you’re squeezing my fingers, no need to be so needy…”

The degrading tone does nothing to distract you from the pleasure unfurling inside of you and you grind your hips into his hand desperately, making him hum in delight and encouragement at your desperation.

His fingers move faster and curl into you deliciously, your pussy swelling around him with need as his palm has settled to rub over your clit in rough, warm circles.

Your whimpers become louder, even your breaths could be heard outside of your door and Bucky’s entire hand clamps around your mouth tightly, making your eyes shoot open and lock with his through the mirror.

The boyish grin he gives you almost covers up the obvious lust rolling over his sharp features and your eyes flutter at the mere sight of him behind you like that. Bucky presses his temple to yours, the eye contact he has locked you in through the reflection, making your heart almost clatter out of your chest.

“Look at me…” He rumbles and you put all your energy into trying to keep your eyes open as his fingers are so close to bringing you over the edge, you feel your knees buckle “Go on then, baby. Drench me.”

You don’t need him to tell you twice and his words instantly make you sink your tensed form into his body, his fingers rubbing inside of you as his palm adds more pressure to your clit to let your orgasm last as long as possible. Convulsing around him and trembling against his chest, you whimper loudly against his metal hand, the state he has brought you in nearly embarrassing.

“There you go.” He encourages, his voice making you drip around his fingers as your high continues to course through you “Look at that. So pretty when you come in my hands.”

The state you’re in when his fingers slow down and he pulls away from you, can only be described as wrecked. Utterly wrecked. Chest heaving, makeup smushed over your face, wild hair, blood pulsing through the surface of your skin and limbs wobbly and weak.

But you almost collapse to the floor when Bucky’s fingers disappear between his lips and satisfaction shimmers in his eyes deviously. Turning around towards him, you briefly catch him walking out and closing the door behind him, leaving you by yourself.

So trying to come to terms with what the hell just happened, you weakly attempt to sort yourself out and make it look like nothing happened -which by the lack of Bucky in your room might as well have been the case.

And with the last stroke of your hands over the hem of your dress, Bucky barges into your room again and you turn around to him, exasperated.

“Bucky, what the-”

“Take that off. That dress is not appropriate for a date.” He orders, and if you didn’t know any better, you would say he looks conflicted and tense.

“Excuse me?!”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.” He seethes, his eyes darker than before.

You scoff and put your hands on your hips, raising an unimpressed brow at him. He can’t seriously think he can just walk out after making you come and then barge in to tell you that you look inappropriate. Especially not fifteen minutes prior to you leaving for your actual date.

“I am not taking this off because you want me to wear something else." You tell him like it is the most obvious thing in the world. Who the hell does he think he is?!

Bucky steps over, his entire posture intimidating the shit out of you instantly. You have definitely seen this side of him, but you never thought it would be used against you.

"No.” He spits in your direction and you cower before him “You will be taking this off so I can have my way with you. Now take. It. Off."

[PART TWO]

#my hand slipped #i started vaguely working off some prompts to give you guys even just a little something since the rest is getting off the ground #i hope this will satify your needs #roommate bucky is always good i feel like #enjoy my darlings!#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes oneshot #oneshot #bucky barnes smut #writing #marvel smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #smut #roommate!bucky

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fiircbird-blog · 6 years

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@inacciaio

"Now, there's a familiar face." But not in a place he would have ever expected her to make an appearance. "You here for the borscht or the piano playing?" He could definitely recommend one over the other if she were to ask. He doubts she will. Slouched slightly, the pads of his fingers come to a rest on the keys of the instrument. He hadn't played the entire night and he wasn't really open to any requests either.

A single note is played thanks to his inability to keep still. "How's life been, Franziska? Still working with Interpol?" It was a genuine question that he wouldn't mind the answer to. Whether she would provide him with one or not was another story. One more note is played, then another. He pauses, hands hovering, then fully turns in his seat to regard her with a smirk.

"It's good to see you again."

#inacciaio #&; a fallen legend ( DISBARRED )#//i hope this works for you #//i might not use icons sometimes #//just because most of the live action ones i have #//are for lawyer phoenix omg

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