#flyjacket

More on my Ig @gui_bo

“Hi! Hi! Can you hear me? Hang on, these’re new----” Galya paused on the sidewalk just outside the stage door, balancing the two bags’ worth of deli orders in her arms to raise a hand up to the refurbished-secondhand-off-brand airpod on her right ear and give it a few good taps. Hands-free, as if! “---Okay, there we go. Wait--shit, hang on. Thanks, Danny!” Danny, her favorite security guard (they’re all her favorite) had seen her struggling with her key card and let her in. “Poe, I really hope you’re enjoying this glam audio tour of backstage life on Broadway,” Galya continued, finally depositing the bags on the kitchenette counter just off the hallway leading down to the dressing rooms and pulling out her phone send out an all caps message that said FOOD IN KITCHEN to the crew group text. “But, I’m calling the show tonight, I literally just found out, and they’re giving me one of the tickets for the courtesy seats! Can you make it!?”

     “ did my mother invite you over ? ”   suspicion underlines his otherwise neutral tone . his pointed expression gives away everything else though ; he doesn’t trust dameron in his home . especially with mistle toe still hanging in the halls and the sneaking , niggling feeling in his own gut that somehow poe is even more sultry than the last time they saw each other . [ is this what happens when you leave for a long while ? when you go off to study & he to fly ? ]  “because i strictly forbid you from touching my SUGAR cookies while you’re here. they’re mine.”

He was sitting on the floor of his cell, head bowed, muzzle still covering his face. There was a man across from him, confined to his only little room. The bars of the cell allowed them to see just enough of each other’s faces, depending on where they were positioned. Bucky was concentrating on listening, however, trying to hear footsteps of guards and learn their patterns. 

"Not quite but that's okay right? We haven't established any safe words. Mine's pineapple because I'm a fine-apple. Lucky for you, getting tied up is kind of my thing, you know? If you're that eager to do some stuff, man, we gotta meet up in a different way. I guarantee you, I'm a better sight without my clothes on." Fuck it, why not. It couldn’t get worse, right?

please don’t get my hopes up. if you do, i love you

        the argument had been one of MANY in the week, it had become something almost normal for the pair of late, or well.... since she had refused his help in the falcon’s cockpit. and now? arguments, little snide comments, side eye... it had become synonymous with their names at this point. what the young jedi hadn’t been expecting was the KISS that had broken the tension... well, the first one hadn’t been expected, the second one was the same, but the third? it was almost like they’d finally found something to break the tension, and it usually worked. even now as she stared at the blinking light on the dash of the falcon, she pursed her lips until chewie went into the back, not looking toward her other co-pilot.   “ should we talk? and NOT argue... before you start sniping at me. “  -------------------- @flyjacket​

“Oi! It wasn’t that stupid an idea!”