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Okay... Pedro Pascal is one of the sexiest Man alive 2020 and the Mandalorian got a Golden Globe Nomination. 2021 is trying to make it up to us

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@whotheeffisbucky That was soo good, doll. Thank you so much. 😁 😚

Into The Void (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Prompt: I really love your stories you have good writing skills. Could I request something? Maybe a Story in which the Reader is the Sister from Pietro and after he died she lost herself and Bucky hates it to see her this Way. It could be based on the Song Take me Home from Jess Glynne. I hope this makes Sense. Thaank you 😘

A/N: Thank you to the lovely @vanixdi for requesting this prompt! I hope you enjoy. Apologies for getting kind of philosophical on this one. 

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@purityimagines My Dearest, this was my Request and I have to thank you very much. That was awesome. 😚

The Circus Boy.

REQUEST: My dear I thought I already did request a Jerome Valeska imagine, but I would love to do it again. So it would be nice if Jerome and the Reader are good friends because they know each other from the circus. Jerome is always watching the Readers Show and so does she, bit their parents doesn’t want them to be so close. Is that making any sense? Sorry for my bad English :D

FANDOM: Jerome Valeska [Gotham]

AUTHOR: MK (purityimagines)

TAGS: swearing, short imagine, abuse

I couldn’t wait to see the children’s faces. What puts a smile on my face? Handing customers paintings or sketches of animals or anything they requested with ten or fifteen dollars stuffed in my pocket. The circus advertisements were designed by me with prisma coloured pencils and acrylic paints. 

Looking over my shoulder I see Jerome Valeska, who couldn’t wait to astonish the crowd with his magic tricks. I plan to close my shop for a while and sneak into Jerome’s magician tent and he would close his magic show on hiatus so that I can draw him.

A little girl who I found out by her mother was named Angelique smiled with her dimples exposed on her cheeks as she takes the painting from my hands. “Thank you, miss!” She squeals. Her mother hands me twenty dollars. She smiles warmly. “You, my dear have a gift. Keep painting.”

Waving goodbye, I watch them leave to go to the food stand. I crack my knuckles and stretch my back. Painting is time consuming and I’m guessing it’s longer than a magic show.

I get up from my seat and see people laughing and talking while they exit the red and white striped tent with Jerome’s magician disguise on a sign which I also painted. 

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