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And yet, here he was, standing in front of a supermarket with one James Barnes.

"So what's the plan?" Sam asked the man next to him, his tone light and a smile playing along his lips. "What do you want to try your hand at?"

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Opinion on;

Character in general: bucky: james buchanan barnes is my weakness. alp: what a fantastic idea for a character, there’s so much you can doHow they play them: YES THERE IS NO OTHER ANSWER JUST YES. FOR BOTHThe Mun: total bae. puts up with me, not to mention is a fantastic writer

Do I:

RP with them: yepWant to RP with them: duh

What is my;

Overall Opinion: fantastic

give me a fandom and I’ll tell you which characters I would…

——  zimniy

push off a cliff

John Doe. Uhm, is there any wonder?

frick frack

David, but probs because Brad Pitt and sweetness and puppies. Sorry, Tracy (sobs).

marry

William, tbh. Bless. Cutie. Idgaf. 

set on fire

Again, John Doe.

wrap a blanket around

That poor kid that had to deliver the fucking box, I mean, bless him, what a kid. And obviously David. And William. And ugh. Everyone except John Doe. Fuck dat guy.

be roommates with

yes i do i want to do it

usually, sophie gave her wrist a few glances through-out the day, but not today. today was too rainy for her to pay any attention to anything except for the chill of the water running down her skin, soaked into the clothes she wore.

she’d finally sought refuge in a little coffee shop and didn’t notice her wrist stop counting down when she sat across from a handsome stranger who even offered her his jacket. it was when she was slipping her arms through the sleeves of his coat that she saw the little black number stop counting.

she stared at it in awe for a moment, then glanced back up at him before returning her gaze to her wrist.

                        ❝ ——it stopped. ❞

she exposed her clock to him and couldn’t help a nervous, breathless little smile. her heart had swollen and she felt as if she could run a marathon or jump out of a plane and survive. she felt unbeatable.

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petulantia

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

it hadn’t stopped when they first met—as kids in school. it wasn’t the right time. yes, it was the right person, but the true concept of a soulmate hadn’t fully developed.

     no, the clock was a clever thing, and it ticked away,      slowly bearing down until it was midnight on a night      it was too cold to go stargazing in the astronomy      tower, and yet there they were. usually, sophie would      give it a glance or two, but she was distracted.

their little meeting went on until they hovered near each other’s lips and finally, finally those lips pressed together. he pulled her onto his lap and they had to break apart for air. something possessed sophie to bring her wrist into view. he saw it and his was at the same little blinking numbers

                       00:00:00

              ❝  oh, i should have known. ❞

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