This is for everyone who loves them really. I allowed the fluff for once.
A year to the day he had asked her to marry him, and it was finally all coming together. A lot of people considered this the wedding of the year - but Sameera wasn’t paying attention to any of that. All she knew was that in a few hours (and she couldn’t really believe she was being this sappy) she would officially be Sameera Ali Khan.
me ——> pile of mush
Kabir winced in pain as he used his tweezers to pull out the bullet. He pulled it up, still covered in blood and examined the bullet, twisting the tweezers. Standard twenty two mm. Hard to track but not— Ah, there it was. Kabir squinted and made out the small lion that was engraved on the head of the bullet. This would make it easier to ID the thieves that were stealing from Bhai. He dropped the bullet in a bowl of water and took the wet cloth and held it over the wound, mopping up the trail of blood.
Kabir narrowed his eyes when his doorbell rang. Not bothering to put on his shirt and ignoring the pain in his arm, he grabbed the gun from the table and slowly walked to the door. He opened the door in a flash and held the gun to the head of the person standing in front of him. When he finally realised that it was Sameera, he looked around and ushered her inside his apartment. Once the door was locked and his posture relaxed, he stared at her.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, slightly confused, a bullet still lodged in his shoulder and another in his flank.
Sameera looked up at the gun pointed at her head and instead of freaking out, she merely looked a little confused until she realised exactly paranoid Kabir looked. She walked inside, and was immediately struck by how bare the apartment was before turning to face the man who seemed to be bent on giving her constant heart attacks - the blood running down his body. She wanted to grab the wet cloth on the table to help clean his wounds, but knew better than to attempt anything just yet.
"You message me saying you were shot, and now you’re asking what I’m doing here? Kabir. Stop being an egg, and sit down. I won’t touch you, but you’re still bleeding, and I won’t have you bleed out over nothing. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll do it. You focus on your wounds," she stated, pointing to the gaping wounds in his shoulder and side. She kept her hands where he could see them, knowing very well how dangerous it could be for her - the older man was still running on adrenaline.
In some respects it reminded her of Vishal, who had always been insistent that Sameera stay away from her if he needed to tend to his wounds. But then Kabir wasn’t Vishal, and she wouldn’t allow herself the chance to stay away.
Oh man i’m loving this! only Sameera can react like this to a freaky Kabir. If this is not proof they are meant for each other then i don’t know what this is
Chris Pratt Interrupts Interview To French Braid Intern’s Hair
SHUT THE HELL U P
this man has gone too far
Where does Marvel FIND these people?
Imagine - Chris Pratt and Jeremy Renner show up to your door the night of prom and your parents are like WHY DO YOU HAVE TWO DATES AND WHY ARE THEY SO BIG AND BEEFY AND INTIMIDATING but Chris is just like “Nah I’m hair” and Jeremy raises his hand and says “And I’m makeup”
My fav parts of Bang Bang teaser