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twst: [eternal loading screen]

taking a bullet: { accepting! }

“This is starting t’ feel personal,” Bucky growled, steadying his aim despite the pain blooming down his leg. “What ever happened to professional indifference?”

He fired off six rounds in rapid succession on one breath before he allowed his eyes to flick to Steve, who was finally surfacing from beneath the car that’d pinned him, leaving him a sitting duck. He met Bucky’s gaze, and Bucky gave him a friendly salute before he noticed his vision was swimming. His hand lifted up from the ground, red and wet.

Ah, guess all that blood’s mine. That makes sense.

                               █ ▌ SENTENCE STARTERS: SECRETARY (2002) █ ▌▐                                                                       @wrvnn​

❝Oh, n-no, no! It is alright!            Just, let me go put something on...❞

A sheer dress. A light, billowing scarf. There were many things people didn’t bear witness to, and that included Euanthe in anything but her typical outfit. It looked like something that a woman might sleep in, but its alluring natureand the few solid pieces of cloth that covered what was importan could very well have labeled it as lingerie. Of course the draenei didn’t own such things, but it was simply not something that was meant to be seen by the public. The nights grew warm and it lead to her to wearing a bit LESS to sleep in rather than going without covering herself. It had been comfortable, in the end. But she had asked for him to come by, if only to further speak with him about himself and to strengthen the friendship. Now, however, she began to worry about exactly where that stood as she stumbled drowsily towards the dress she normally wore. She had not been expecting him so early, and it showed in her still being in what one could only assume to be a draenic nightgown. Despite its nature, though, it remained quite beautiful.

Send me a “I want the H” and I will randomly generate a number!

2. Sleepy hug

crankifies || Raised by Wolves