#jimothy!

curse u jimothy (Jk ily<3) bc assuming I can count that's like a quarter of a fic (48 roses!!) right there and i’m not doing that despite being stubborn so ill just give u like 24 and youre gonna like it

*cracks knuckles* its your funeral jimothy, now u have to read them all >:)

“It’s certainly not something that I would pick voluntarily,” Peggy replies, clasping her hands in her lap.

Perhaps you could make yourself dinner, or maybe catch up on studying; you've certainly neglected it long enough, anyway.

It certainly made the mission more tolerable. 

Well, that was fine, Peggy isn't one to back down from a petty challenge.

 "Vision," Wanda keens, lifting her hips in invitation.

A sigh, before finally, Obi Wan pats the spot next to him - he understood that his Master was a particularly loud snorer, and he couldn't help but feel pity for the boy.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to seduce me, Captain Rogers,"

Deciding to try a different approach since it was clear he wouldn't get her off her spot on the couch, he offers her his free hand.

"...Who the hell is at our door at six-thirty on a Sunday?" she demands, voice somewhat muffled from her face buried in her pillow.

"I know, I just like to tease you," she winks, turning over to try and go back to sleep. 

Perhaps he really was a terrible person; perhaps, this was what Steve deserved for being selfish just this once.

“What, you don’t like it? This is probably one of the most gourmet things we’ve eaten in a good while,”

Padmé hated the way her black tank-top clung to her, hated the way her utility pants that seemed like a good idea at the time had only kept her more overheated.

It was at this point that Steve wondered if this was karma for being such a bad patient.

She wrinkles her nose at that. "Those are not the same thing at all, Steven. Hot chocolate is for wankers." 

"It's loud in there. no offense, but qui-gon snores, really loudly. Can I please just sleep on the floor? I won't bother you."

Their hands briefly touch when she hands him the treat, and she almost wants to grasp his hand. 

“Do you have any idea how much of a tease you are?” Anakin hisses in Padmé’s ear, thigh between her legs as he does so. (k yknow what. if you know me no u dont)

“Meet me in the coat room in a few minutes,” She murmurs, the unspoken implication clear in her eyes. 

Well, on the one hand, Steve almost couldn’t argue with that logic. 

Perhaps one day, the mystery Mandalorian would open up more.

She takes a moment to adjust the straps on her gas mask, grabbing her clipboard and scribbling done under patient 26.

"You know what?! I hate being here! I hate you!"

Seduce, steal from, serenade - dew, mist, zephyr

Hehe wonderful options!

Hey Jimothy! Thanks for the ask 😊

4. If you were a time of day, what time would you be?

8:30 in the morning. The sun has just come up and the day feels full of potential and promise.

10. What song would you play at your funeral?

Stayin' Alive. The irony would be fun.

15. What would you do if you found a dead body in a hotel room?

Immediately call the police and change hotels. I'm not becoming the next dead body.

21. How would you dispose of a body?

Wood cleaner can dissolve bone. That or a pig sty.

23. Would you rather be burned at the stake and loved as a saint or die peacefully but have no one remember you?

Die peacefully honestly. Too much of an introvert to care about being remembered. If I lived my life happy that's all that matters to me. Also too scared to be a martyr.

25. What question would you ask the devil?