"What do you mean he doesn't speak english?! Steve, I'm gonna kil-"
❝American?! I can't speak english, Dmitri! I swear when I ge-❞
he punched in the code, his finger was moving reflexively and clicking the keypad quickly. the sound of the lock in the door filled the eerily silent night. the heavy door opened slowly, he took notice of the lights, ❝hm, he must be here.❞
the wind was gusting, blowing through the lose strands of hair that bordered his face. pushing the door shut with his back, one of his hands slide back, clinking against the bolt as he locked the door. he was very careful, cautiously moving, every step almost-completely calculated.
"You're here,"said an unexpected voice.
❝Are you, eh- Samuel?,❞the russian asked. there was a moment of silence, a beat passed.
❝fuck he's hot.❞
"You're hot."
❝I am hot?❞the russian asked thickly, lips quirked up into a sexy smile.
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sambucky shorts
Fanfictionsome sambucky things; most the pics are my edits unless i say otherwise P.s. also im just doing this until i feel motivated enough to write full oneshots that are well written
