#mvltis

a   gasp   broke   silence,   lungs   full,   breathless.   like   a   magnetic   pull,   he   was   drawn   in   close   and   he   was   pinned.   boots   crushing   on   shattered   glass,   vibranium   tug   threaded   deep   into   his   hair.   crushing.   demanding   lips.   a   pinch   of   stinging   teeth   on   lower   lip,   a   slither   of   a   teasing   tongue.   hungry.   desperate.   he   reached   out,   hands   finding   the   tight   muscles   of   the   taller   man’s   neck,   nails   sinking   into   soft   skin.   he   was   anchored.   pressing   lips   glided,   coaxing   a   string   of   sharply   drawn   breath.   ❝   𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒...   ❞   the   name   was   dragged   through   the   kiss.  

@mvltis​​ sent a transmission : 💋 for bucky pls

          ARMITAGE FOUND HIMSELF HUMMING AS HE MADE HIS WAY AROUND THE COUNTER.    Almost as if making his presence be known,  not that he needed to,  considering the empty shop at such late hour of the evening,  it was near closing time after all.    ❝  You are aware you don’t have to wait for me every time,  right  ?  ❞    He mused as he reached the other.    There was a slight drawl to his words,  his accent far thicker than usual,  the obvious telltale of exhaustion starting to seep into his bones after a long day,  making him feel tired,  and yet,  there was a smile gracing his features,  one that was more noticeable in the gleam behind seafoam hues than in the curve of his mouth.    

          ❝  Not that I mind though.  ❞    Words mumbled as he leaned over the other man’s shoulder to rest the plate with the slice of cake in front of him.    Lips pressing against the side of his head,  before his now free hand moved to cup his cheek and ever so gently prompting him to turn his head toward him just so he could capture his mouth in a tender and yet brief kiss.    ❝  Enjoy.  ❞

@mvltis​ sent ‘📱’  five texts not sent, one sent meme

@mvltis​ ( kate ): [TEXT]: i wouldn’t know what to do. you never really mentally prepare for a cactus getting thrown at your face

        @mvltis​: “i know it’s hard for you to accept that it’s over. but it is over.” (Hux)

        A ghost stood before her. Yes, Marcella recalled this man and she’d seen his corpse in the Steadfast’s medbay. That heartbeat had flat-lined and there was no brain activity. She’d seen that and yet, defeat would not register to her. 

“It’s not over until I’m dead,” she huffed. “The First Order, as we knew it, will rise again. Not the shitty Old Empire’s version of it.” She could hear her mother now, berating her for doubting the Order at all, but knowing that it’d been nothing but a fraud built on treachery and lies was hard to stomach. Her life had been built around it. 

Light eyes cut to the ghost’s face and Marcella had to take a moment. He looked healthier than she remembered. His face seemed fuller, somehow. Perhaps the mind truly played tricks on you. Preposterous. Her mind was one of the sharpest in the galaxy, but for all of it to be over meant that... Well, her life would have no meaning anymore. 

      Hearing her response almost lit a fire in him but as she went on, he tried his best to stay even. His father had done what he could to get him there. Ben's standing for the first time since he arrived on the base. He's stubborn, conscious, and quite lucky to be alive.