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Sanji had always thought that the disaster of meeting his soulmate would be something like accidentally spilling another table’s meal on her, or something to that effect. Zoro had never given it much thought at all. Sometimes disaster disguises itself as opportunity, and it takes a bit of skull-knocking for those afflicted to realise what happened.
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22 Apr 2018
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Tumblr Prompt: "I'm eating at the restaurant you work at everyday just to see you even though I don't like the food."
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22 Apr 2018
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“If it were me, and I was in your position, I wouldn’t let something that makes me happy slip away because it might hurt my pride to admit it.” Two years apart shouldn’t change anything. At least, that’s what he keeps telling himself. ZoSan
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21 Apr 2018
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Imagine person A making person B a friendship bracelet, expecting person B to never wear it, but when it’s given to them person B puts it on and is rarely seen with it off.
A group of marines charge, Zoro slices through them, and in that instant Sanji feels his own eyes grow wide. Because there, on the arm now outstretched towards him, steel glinting in hand, is the stupid bracelet he’d given Zoro. The bastard is actually wearing it.
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17 Apr 2018
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The Ungraceful Art of Falling by buckyfuckybarnes
Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types
03 Apr 2016
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Bucky Barnes was cold.
He felt like he’d been cold for months now; doing nothing but experiencing one unending chill after another. He’d been cold in England, and again in Italy, and again especially in Austria – both while he was kept in an underground cell, and when he was strapped without cover to the unforgiving metal of Zola’s lab table.
But Steve… Steve Rogers was sunshine. Everything about him was warm, from his crinkly-eyed smile to his white-hot rage. Steve was Coney Island on a summer’s day; lying back on high rooftops to watch fireworks on the 4th of July; drinking stolen whiskey in his parent’s living room…
Loving Steve was a fact – simple and plain, like breathing air or bleeding red; loving Steve was soldered into his skin like a tattoo – it buzzed in his brain like its own kind of high. It was a part of who he was.- Language:
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