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@your-average-prettyboy-collector probably crushes hard af on Vil but we all know I'm supreme simp, right @achy-boo? Haven't talked to my buddies @attic-club-sandwich, @rockiesilvz and @eatcandlewax in a while! How are you guys doing? @gr8mammon i wonder who your favorite demon brother is hmmm/sarcastic.

@noecoded ILYSM YOU'RE SO AWESOME I LOVE YOUR FEM ASMO PICTURE SO MUCH IT'S SUPER COOL....I mean- You have amazing artwork...just...thought you'd like to know

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 “I can't change the past. I can only learn from it and make sure it doesn't repeat itself. I know how lucky I am to have most of my memories return to me.” He couldn't help the sad look he gave Xiaoge. If it were so simple, he would do anything to help his friend get back what he'd lost, but they'd all understood long ago that some things are simply out of reach and chasing them would only lead to destruction. “But I also refuse to live in shame for my choices. That's something you taught me,” Wu Xie looked directly at Xiazi as he spoke.  "It's not about shame," Xiaoge was the one to respond instead. For a moment, he paused and looked into the bottom of his empty mug before speaking again. "He and I were forged into this. You," he said looking from Wu Xie to Pangzi, because it extended to both of them, "were not. It's always sad when someone who could have a real life ends up falling into this world. The family you came from doesn't dictate that you have to follow that path. Your grandfather already knew that and your father proved it was possible." "You're talkative today," Xiazi muttered thoughtfully.  Pangzi didn't quite share the sentiment, but he knew where his friend was coming from. He personally didn't feel like there were many choices from him at a young age after he lost his family. 

Back to present days and DMBJ boys in this beloved fic @tazzy-ace and I have been putting all our free time this year 😆

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @tazzy-ace ☺️

1 - How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 37 works, 7 of those are part of series.

2 - What’s your total AO3 word count?

255,686.

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

I’ll write for any fandom, if I know enough about it at least. But the fandoms I have fics on AO3 are; The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, Supernatural, Not Me, The Eclipse, Semantic Error, Between Us and Never Let Me Go.

4 - What are your top 5 fics by Kudos?

Do I Ever Cross Your Mind? / E / (Not Me/The Eclipse)

There Is No Normal / E / (Supernatural)

Want A Do Over? / T / (The Eclipse)

In The Light Of The Morning / M / (The Eclipse)

When The Darkness Comes / T / (The Eclipse)

5 - Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes and no, it depends on the comment and how I’m feeling. I know I seem like a loud mouth on here, but I’m actually extremely shy and have generalized anxiety disorder, so interacting with people - even online - can cause me a lot of anxiety so it can be difficult to reply to ever comment.

6 - What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, I don’t know. I don’t think any of my fics actually end with angst, start with it, run with it or just are angsty in general but I typically try and make endings at the very least hopeful.

7 - What’s a fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

There Is No Normal, I would say that one is the happiest ending for sure. It ends with a proposal and a happily ever after, domestic bliss with a dog and a kid and a happy group of friends and family.

8 - Do you get hate on fics?

Nah, I legit have the best readers on the planet. The sweetest people, who I love to interact with. The closest thing I got to hate would be one little complaint during a Big Bang I was in because I alluded to a character being a switch instead of a strict top, someone saw that and went to the mods to complain instead of coming directly to me. So I absolutely did not change it, because screw their petty ass lol.

9 - Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

All kinds, I’ll write all types of smut featuring all types of genders and sexualities. I’m also willing to try to write any kink (within reason) but that doesn’t mean I’ll write it well lol, I make no promises, I might be total shit at writing a type of smut I’ve never written before.

10 - Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

Yes, I do write crossovers. I think the craziest is actually an unpublished fic that is a crossover of Supernatural and The Void, which is a Canadian made Lovecraftian horror movie from 2016.

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?

If so, its not come to my attention.

12 - Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep, I’m always happy to link to any translations of my works on the original fic, so I always remind translators to drop me a line with a link so I can post it.

13 - Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, I have a co-author that I’ve worked with for like a decade now. I trust them with so much, we work together amazingly well.

14 - What’s your all time favourite ship?

Bro, I’m supposed to have one!? Impossible to answer, no way, next question lol.

15 - What’s a WIP that you want to finish, doubt you ever will?

I’m not really sure, I wanna think that all my WIPs will eventually get done. Because of how my mental health fluctuates, I tend to not to like posting chaptered WIPs because I don’t like leaving people waiting. Which is probably why I only have a couple posted, those ones will absolutely get done. As for non-posted WIPs, well… since they’re not posted there will be no proof of them not getting done. 😈😈

16 - What are your writing strengths?

I have no idea, so I’ll go with what I’ve been told. Characterization, emotional atmosphere and general ambiance. Also smut, I’m your neighbourhood smut peddler for a reason lol.

17 - What are your writing weaknesses?

Spelling and grammar in general, I have dyslexia and mild aphasia due to a TBI that I suffered in my early twenties. Even though I go over my fics dozens of times before they get posted and typically they go to a beta, not always, I’ll admit I am impatient lol. There are still some fuck ups in my fics, even after posting.

18 - Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Unless I speak it at least somewhat fluently, I don’t do it. If I wanna suggest that the person is speaking in a different language than what’s being written, I just slap it in italics.

19 - First fandom you wrote for?

Pretty sure it was Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Ginger Snaps, I can’t remember tbh.

20 - Favourite fic you’ve written?

One of my faves is actually not even on AO3, it was back in my LiveJournal days. It’s a Torchwood fic, it’s basically a Torchwood version of Alice Through the Looking Glass just way more violent and gory. I might actually go over that old thing one day and eventually put it up on AO3, it was one of my first big fics and it’s still one of my favourite plots.

Tagging - I honestly forget who I follow that writes, who draws and who’s a gif maker lol. I don’t wanna tag the wrong type of creator, so if you see this and wanna take part, then consider yourself tagged! Make sure to tag me back so I can read your answers 🤗🤗

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the me has fallen in love with the nickname-type name ending with an ‘ee’ sound

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If You Can Hold On - Part 2

Pairing: Poly!Asahi, Daichi + Suga x gender neutral!reader

Notes: lowkey have a mention of Yachi x Kiyoko in this ayyyy and the reader reflecting my thoughts about rain whoop 

Warnings: pining, angst, requited-unrequited love cause we love some dramatic irony, this whole series is hurt/comfort

Find part one here

Soft murmurs woke you from your rough sleep. After hearing them talk about adding another person to their relationship, it was kind of hard to have a good rest. The car had stopped. You four were now parked in a motel car park, bathed in the signs' soft red light. 

“I went in but they only have one room, so all four of us will have to share” 

The disappointed tone to Daichi’s statement felt like an arrow through your heart. You guys were best friends, you shared beds all the time. Why would that matter now? Ever since you had known them you had been comfortable sharing beds etc, even after they started dating. The fact it was different now made you think back to their earlier conversation about a new partner. Did this person not like you? Maybe that was why they weren’t as close with you. The shuffling of your tallest friend pulled your attention once again. They were getting out of the car.

Once again, you pretended to be asleep. There was now ay you were ready to face them without crying and you really didn’t want Asahi to ask for his hoodie back. You were scared it would be the last part of him you had for a long time. The sharp twinge of panic shot through your stomach at the thought of it. There was always a chance that their new partner would like you but not as many people would be as comfortable with their s/o being as close to their friend as those three were. 

“It’s okay” you heard Asahi whisper, “I’ll carry them”

You stirred at that. If he touched you, you were certain you would cry. S it was a perfect time to break your facade. The soft glimmer of tears in your eyes was hidden by the scarlet light shining on your face, something you were thankful for. Cold, wet gravel seeped through the mesh of your shoes but it was okay as long as you were going to be in the room soon, able to be away from the constant reminder the boys gave you. In your ‘sleepy’ state, you pulled your bags out of the car and grabbed the keys from Daichi’s hand. In your haste to walk away, you missed the look of despair on Asahi’s face and the way his shorter boyfriend held his hand to his chest as if you had burnt it with your hasty touch.

The room itself was painted a bright yellow, something you assumed would be more bright if you weren’t feeling so dull yourself. There was a queen size bed in the centre of the room and a sofa off to the side. It was as if the red of the sofa cushions was mocking you with its garish colour, reminding you that you would never actually be with the other three. You scoffed and layed your things on the sofa before pulling out some pyjama shorts and one of Koushi’s t-shirts that you had borrowed. Just as the boys came in, you disappeared into the tiny bathroom to get changed. 

Thinking you had escaped, you sighed and leant against the door. Only to hear the voices of the three men loud and clear. 

“I wonder what’s wrong with y/n” Koushi asked, seemingly dismissive

“I’m sure we’ll find out soon, they don’t hide anything from us” the comforting voice of Sawamura responded

If only they knew just how much you hid from them. If only they knew that even being around them right now was literally breaking your heart. 

“Wait look what I took the other day Suga, it’ll cheer you up”

You heard Azumane pull out his phone and then a sound of awe from the grey haired man.

“I wish we could ask them to join us sooner but we have to wait till we’re back huh?” Suga lamented, “wish this trip could be over already” 

Ouch, that one hurt.

So he was showing them a picture of this mystery person. You really didn’t understand why they hadn’t told you yet. It only made the feeling of dread in you grow, expanding into a pit that sucked in all of your other emotions. If they really wanted this to be over then you may as well just leave them now. Let them leave you behind and pursue this person that you’ll never be.

A knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. Looking in the mirror, you noticed tears you didn’t realise had fallen. You managed to hastily rub the evidence of your face and leave the yellow lit room in time for it to not seem too suspicious. You grabbed the blanket that had been laid over the sofa and walked out the door. 

“I’ll be right back, just have to do something” you muttered, avoiding eye contact “don’t wait up for me” 

Cold gravel crunched against your shoes once again and air pricked at your exposed legs. The pool. It was dimly lit but hadn’t been covered so you assumed it was okay for you to sit in. The water was a clear blue and slightly warmed from the earlier sunshine. Perfect for you to stick your legs in. Water and night had always managed to calm you down and stop your thoughts racing. While this was no rain storm, it was good enough for you to swish your cold limbs in and make the calming sounds you liked so much. 

Your reflection stared back at you from the water. There was no hiding the mess you were in, hair dishevelled and an old blanket wrapped around your shoulders. It was no wonder they didn’t want you. The soft ringtone you recognised as Kiyoko’s wrenched you back to reality.

“Hello?” you sniffed down the phone

Kiyoko was another best friend of yours but one you were fortunately not in love with. She and Yachi had been on holiday when you had left but it was clear the couple was now back. Shimizu was the only person that knew about your feelings.

“How are you holding up y/n” her soft voice rang in your ears

“Not well” you admitted, “It’s like they’re doing it on purpose Shimizu”

She hummed, never one for too many words

“They want to add another person to their relationship but they made sure i was sleeping when they talked about it. I don’t know why but it hurts Kiyoko. I know it’s selfish but it hurts so bad, I don’t know how much longer I can take this trip”

Something inside you broke down. It had been a while since you had been able to get this off your chest and it was like a weight was lifted from your shoulders. Tears rolled down your cheeks for what felt like the hundredth time this trip.

“Do you need us to come pick you up y/n?” the woman's voice asked, concern clear

“I really don't know” you admitted with defeat, “I’ll see how it goes but I hate this so much”

The conversation ended rather quickly after that. It was late for you both after all and it had started raining so you had to put your phone in your bag to prevent it from getting wet. What you didn’t notice was the flash of cropped brunette hair disappearing behind your room door.

Cold rain hit your skin. It was refreshing, a break from what you were feeling. Rain was simple. Rain didn’t have feelings, didn’t have thoughts. It was just nice, cool rain and you revelled in it’s simplistic beauty. With closed eyes, you laid on the pool tile and let the droplets hit your face. Even as it got colder and heavier, it was nothing compared to what you felt on the inside and this was something you were thankful for. The silence was comforting and you let your mind slip into nothing but the rain.

Suga came out to check on you after half an hour, worried about the rain. When he saw you laying next to the pool, covered in a layer of wetness and your face cold, he felt a cold wash of fear come over him. The soft rise and fall of your chest reassured him but he knew he would have to get you inside. Asahi came to stand next to his shorter partner, resting his chin on his shoulder sleepily. 

“I wish I knew what was going on in their head sometimes” the grey haired man whispered, “I wish I knew how to save them”

His counterpart hummed and moved to pick your sleeping figure from the ground. You were cold to the touch and your face lacked the despair that had been plaguing it for the whole trip. He felt a flower of guilt grow in the pit of his stomach at the thought the rain had made you happier then they ever could. 

“C’mon” called Daichi from the doorway, “They’re gonna catch their death we need to get them some clothes”

You limp hand came up to grasp at the fabric, not wanting to let go of the comforting presence even in sleep. Three melancholy smiles were sent your way, not that you would ever know. They knew you hated smiles of pity, even if that’s the only ones you really seemed to get from them anymore.

@bewwybun @xeina @mage-moon @naimalove143 @bisasterrr @aristatrois​ @hamiltrash1411​ @tazzi-baby​ @adreamoflonelyaddiction​ 

Hope you guys enjoy, sorry it took so long and sorry about any typos it’s been a long week

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XV. Jealousy

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Cool air hit your face, a soft sigh escaping you. Pushing Tsukishima’s wind open with expertise, you step out onto his roof, something that took little to no effort with how often you came up here. It doesn’t take you long to find purchase, sitting down and pulling Kyotani’s jacket tighter around you.

And finally, as you made yourself comfortable where you were, you pressed your thumb to your phone screen, before bringing it to your ear. For a moment, the only sound on either end is soft, slow breathing.

“As cute as this is, Princess, you said we needed to talk.”

Where as usually, his voice was pretty gruff; possibly from years of hardly using it. Though now, you swore you’d never thought someone more attractive than you did him, in this moment.

Subconsciously pulling the collar of the jacket up, you caught a whiff of his cologne. Sighing in content, you respond almost in a daze. “Yeah...”

The deep chuckle that comes from his end makes you close your eyes as you imagine him in his bed, smiling with his phone pressed to his ear. “Princess, that’s your cue to say what it is you needed to talk to me about. You’ve got me worried. Thought for a second you might be calling me and telling me about the guys you spent today with.”

A breath escapes you, cheeks warming as you listen to him. “Jealous, Kentarō?” Despite your teasing, you don’t expect your accusation to be right. Though his silence tells a story. “Tarō, were you actually jealous?” You try to stifle your giggle at the thought, but you can’t help it.

A sigh escapes him and you can tell that on the other side of this call, he was blushing, “Shut up,” he grunts, though his small chuckle belies his previous words.

“You wanna tell me what we needed to talk about, now? Or are you going to keep avoiding the topic?”

“I...” You let out a breath. “I guess... I’m a little scared, is all...” You whisper, laughing quietly. “It’s stupid, I know.”

You can hear rustling on the other end of the line and you take it as Kyotani getting up. “Kenta?”

“Where are you?”

You frown on confusion. “At Tsukki’s, I told you.”

“Do you want me to come to you or do you want to meet somewhere... Actually, scratch that, I don’t want you out alone. I’ll come to you.” He speaks into the phone.

“Tarō, no. It’s late, you don’t need to be getting out... Just... Talk to me until I fall asleep?” Your voice is soft — more vulnerable than he’d ever heard. After that, you can hear what sounds like him getting back into bed.

“Fine, but... At least talk to me about what’s scaring you?” He asks, wishing he could be there with you.

“Yeah... I can do that...” You whisper quietly.

And it isn’t long until you’re retreating inside, falling asleep next to Tadashi and Tsukishima, with your phone still in your hand.

You told Kyotani about how bad your ex hurt you and he told you he wasn’t ever going to hurt you like that. He also told you about his own issues with trust and intimacy in general.

Though neither of you have outright confessed you have feelings, you’ve both decided to figure things out together.

Tadashi and Tsukishima were cuddling with one another, but when they felt you come in, you got pulled to lay in between them.

Hello, loves! I’ll be back with more soft Kenta later 🥰🥺 Because who doesn’t love soft Kenta. Oh, and, I hope you guys are taking care of yourselves! Remember to drink water, eat some food today, and do a mental evaluation if you can. Remember that you are important! Thank you all for the support on Learning to Love, as well! 🤍

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TAZZY WHAT ARE YOU DOING GO TO BED YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO RESPOND TO ANYTHING OF MINE RIGHT NOW IT IS NEARLY 3 AM GO TO BED MY TIMELINES AND ASKS CAN WAIT TILL TOMORROW

I have been told off!!!!! 😂😂

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The Secrets We Keep - Part 5

Part One   Part Two  Part Three  Part Four

I sat quietly in the car as the driver navigated his way to my house where I would be dropped off. My phone had not stopped buzzing since we had pulled away from the casino.  “Deano” flashed on the screen non-stop with a photo of the boys goofing around to announce the caller.  I quickly pressed “Decline” every time.  

“Want to listen to some music?”  The driver asked me.  I shook my head and answered “No, thanks.  I’m good.”  

“Water?” He asked, holding up a small bottle.  I smiled and shook my head no while making eye contact with him in the rearview mirror. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

Unlocking my phone, I quickly sent a text message to my boss letting her know that I needed to use some vacation time and take the week off.  She responded almost immediately letting me know that that would not be a problem.  I breathed a relieved sigh and stared out the window, continuing to ignore the near constant buzzing of my phone alerting to me yet another call.

We pulled into the parking lot and up to the entryway to my building as I powdered down my phone and shoved it into my pocket.  “Thanks,” I said to the driver as I got out and shut the door behind me.  I jogged up the stairs to my door and quickly unlocked it, knowing that any minute, the brothers Winchester would be showing up again.

My pink quilted duffle bag still sat on my bed, full of clothes, weapons, and everything I had ever found myself needing on a hunt.  I tossed my cell phone charger in, zipped it up, slung the handles over my shoulder and left, locking the door behind me.  The Cougar was in one of the first few spots in the lot.  I unlocked the door, threw my bag into the passenger seat, and pulled out of the spot.

Just as I was turning out of the lot to head for the highway, that stark black 1967 Impala came down the road, heading for my apartment.  I could hear it before I saw it and knew that within it were two men intent on delivering a lecture at the very least.  I put my foot down, pushing the gas pedal to the floor.  My car lurched forward, unaccustomed to the speeds I was insisting.  It had never been in the best condition and I could hear the transmission whining as it switched gears.  

“Come on, come on, come on. Keep going!” I watched as Dean pulled in and subsequently out of the parking lot behind me, but my head start was just enough.  The exit for the highway was just close enough and I pulled off and let the engine continue to roar as the Impala faded into the rearview.  

 Two hours later, I was pulling into the driveway of the address Garth had sent.  My cellphone still sat in my bag, turned off and most likely full of angry voicemails and text messages.  Those were decidedly future-me’s problem.  I turned the engine off, got out of my car and made my way to the front door.  It was opening before I could raise my hand to knock.  

“Holy shit!” the dark-haired woman in front of me exclaimed.

I chuckled to myself. “Hey Jules.”  

She put her hand to her chest as if to calm herself down and took a deep breath.  “Y/N.  Holy hell you scared me.”  Her surprise turned to a smile as she wrapped me in her arms and hugged me forcefully, as she always had since the day we had met.  Sam had helped her out on a case not too long after meeting me.  He spent a week working on a Rougarou case with her that flowed into our weekend together.  “What brings you into town?”

“Garth sent me.  Said there were some demon signs.  I was itching for some work so.  Here I am.”  I spread my arms out to the sides.  “I’m at your disposal.”  

Jules’ expression flipped to one of confusion.  Her eyebrows creased, her mouth was taut, and she crossed her arms slowly. “Y/N, I’m not one for needing backup.”  

“Nobody’s saying you are!” I snapped into defensive mode. “I just needed to get out of town.  Garth said this was the closest job.  I can go if –“

“No, no.  It’s totally fine.  Garth’s just been on my case lately.  Wants everyone to have backup.  Even those of us who’ve been hunting solo for more years than that boy’s been alive.”  I shook my head in solidarity.

“I most definitely know the feeling.”

Jules shook her head as if shaking away a stray thought. “You can come in if you’d like.  I was just running out to do some recon.”

“Mind if I grab a drink quick?  I’d kill for some water.”  Jules stepped aside and waved me into the kitchen, grabbing me a glass and filling it with ice water.  

“I’m going to run upstairs and grab some supplies quick.  Make yourself at home.”  I heard Jules footsteps as she ran up the steps. I drained my glass fairly quickly and filled it up with water from the tap and began sipping at it.  I felt like I had been dehydrated for days.  Which, considering I had been working a different case less than 24 hours ago, was entirely possible.  

I brought my glass into the living room and sat it down on the end table, taking a seat on the couch. I took the opportunity to close my eyes for a moment.  Rest seemed to have been alluding me lately and with Jules needing prep time, I was more than willing to rest my eyes.  

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed but when I woke up, I was laying on the couch of Jules’ house with a blanket tucked over me.  The lights were off, the sky outside the window was dark, and there wasn’t any sign of Jules.  Rubbing my eyes, I swung my legs over until my feet rested on the floor. “Jules?” I called out.  No answer. But I could hear dishes clanking in the kitchen and headed that way, allowing my eyes to adjust to the light slowly. “Sorry Jules,” I started.  “I didn’t mean to –“

“So not Jules.”  Sam’s voice rang out, full of anger but deceptively calm. My eyes snapped up to his as I watched him dry his hands off on a towel and set it down on the counter behind him.  His gaze was fixed on me.  

“Is running away your new thing?”  He broke eye contact for only a moment.  Just long enough to put on his patented puppy dog eyes.  The ones that made me melt in my core.

“I’m not running away from anything.”

The puppy dog eyes were being tarnished by anger. “Y/N, you sped away from us.  From me.  After you walked out on me in the casino.”

“Well I guess you’d know. You taught me how.”  I knew my words had crossed the line as soon as they left my mouth.  “Sorry,” I said almost instantly.

“No, you’re right.” Sam’s long arms lengthened as he pushed his hands into his pockets.  “I walked out.  I told you I was done.”  His voice was low now.  Full of sadness and a hint of regret.  “But I’m here now. And obviously I’m not done,” he paused.  “Y/N, I don’t think I could ever be done.”  I lowered my head into my hands and massaged my temples. The stress of the situation was overwhelming.

But after a few seconds, Sam’s hands were on mine, pulling them away from my face.  He brought his palm up to my cheek and tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet him eye to eye.  Those deep hazel eyes that I could melt into.  I watched him flutter his lashes as his eyes flicked down, fixing on my lips before making eye contact once again.

“Sam,” I all but whispered. Before I could think or say another word, his lips were on mine.  The force took my breath away.  His arms wound themselves around my waist as he pulled me close, refusing to unlatch himself from me.  My lips responded in kind, massaging his with my own.  

Part 6

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Puppets - XXII - Recoup and Rearm

The sun is beginning to disappear over the trees by the time Massachusetts returns to the center of camp. Ute creates a firepit with a circle of stones and dry leaves and plant matter thrown into the center.

"What do you think we should do now?" Russia asks.

"We shouldn't travel after sunset. You should stay here for the night. We can find the road tomorrow after sunrise," Ute says, retrieving two stones and striking them together. Sparks flew, and the leaves ignited.

Canada throws some small twigs into the fire, and Ute looks up. "Russia, can you take one of the states and collect some larger pieces of wood. I have an extra ax in my Tepee that you can use," Ute says to Russia, gesturing briefly to the Tepee that was the most separate from the group of tents. Russia nods.

"I'll go," Louisiana volunteers.

Russia agrees, and after some careful snooping, he locates the ax and pulls it out. The tomahawk is small, with a handle around the size of Russia's forearm, but the blade is sharp enough to draw blood.

Popping out of the tent, he raises the tool in the air and calls, "this?"

"Yes, that works. Try not to scuff it," Ute responds.

"Thank you," Russia says before turning to Louisiana with a nod.

"Wait," Massachusetts calls, causing Russia to pause and turning back to the fire, "don't go too far. The protection spell I cast isn't very large, so try to stay close to us."

"You got it, Massy," Lousiana says.

Russia starts toward the treeline, Louisiana, walking next to him, keeping pace. Russia begins scanning his surroundings for any large, dead trees that would supply them with wood. After walking out a short ways, he turns, and he and Louisiana circle around the camp. They aren't able to see the fire but can both still hear Texas' booming laughter.

Dusk lights up the trees in shades of orange and pink, and the sky begins to grow darker.

Finally, Russia sees a large, bare tree surrounded by brown pine needles near the cliff edge. He points to it with the tomahawk. "That will work," he comments to Louisiana, who hums in agreement. Russia gets to work, cutting out a wedge from the trunk that reaches to about the middle of the tree. Then, he circles the tree and begins chopping away, separating it from the roots.

Once the tree falls, he chops off the branches to collect manageable logs to take back with them and hands them to Louisiana to hold. Then, he spots a branch that catches his eye. It's a straight branch, with a uniform diameter, that would make a good baton. He hacks at the base and chops off the other extending branches. The remaining stick is around six centimeters in diameter and just short of a meter long.

Placing the staff aside, he chops enough wood to sustain the fire for at least a few hours. He grabs the staff and some of the larger logs, the tomahawk tucked under an arm. Louisiana and Russia walk back to the camp.

A few minutes into their journey, Russia heard Louisiana fall, and he spins around to see what had happened. She has tripped on the skeleton of a large animal. Most bones had been broken for the marrow, but a few of them still seem intact. Louisiana stands and collects herself before examining the carcass. She hums to herself before picking up the largest of the bones, steadying it in her hand.

She swings it through the air, grinning. "This would make a good bat. What do you think, Russ?"

Russia chuckles. "I think we should get back to the camp before it gets too dark. You can take it with you if you like."

Louisiana nods happily and collects the wood she'd dropped along with the bone. Walking quickly, they made it back to the campsite before dark. Louisiana dumps the timber she was holding onto the small pile next to Ute, and she plucks the bone from the heap. She turns around with a smile and hands it to Texas.

"Here ya go, Tazzy. I know you loved your bat, but this would be a good substitute," she says.

"Really!?" Texas exclaims happily. He hops up from his spot, taking it from Louisiana. He swung it experimentally before pulling her into a brief hug.

"Yup. It's all yours, little bro," Louisiana says once Texas releases her.

"Thank you!" Texas says, happily swinging it around.

Massachusetts ducks. "Will you watch where you're swinging that thing?!"

"Oh. Sorry Massy," Texas apologizes, lowering the bone to his side. Massachusetts rolls his eyes at the nickname.

"Anyway, I tried to fix your crowbar, but it too busted to be fixed," Massachusetts says apologetically, kicking at a mangled bar of metal toward Russia.

Russia shrugs, but he internally wishes that he had some weapon as a replacement. He hands the tomahawk to Ute and drops the wood into the pile. He then takes the shaft he found and looks at it contemplatively.

"Good find," Ute comments over his shoulder. Russia jumps, and he turns to look at Ute curiously. Ute holds out a hand. "Here. Give it to me," Ute says, and Russia complies, a little confused. Ute takes it and disappears into his Tepee for a few moments before reappearing with a knife, strands of what looked like string, the stick, and what seemed to Russia like an arrowhead.

"That's a great idea!" Canada says excitedly.

"Do you want to do it?" Ute asks, walking over to the fire.

"Only if I get to keep it," Canada says. Ute shrugs and hands the supplies to Canada.

"Just return the knife when you're done," Ute says before taking his seat by the firewood.

Canada begins carving into one end and makes a spear with a sharp, metal tip. Russia would admit, it makes him feel a little jealous at his own lack of a weapon, but he bites his tongue. It must have still shown on his face because Ute hands Russia the hatchet he had used earlier.

"Isn't this yours?"

"I have another. This is the right size for you," Ute says, insisting Russia to take it.

"How do you know it is the right size?"

"It is the size of your forearm. It was always too large for me," Ute comments.

"Thank you."

Eventually, Massachusetts tells the others that he would keep watch. Russia falls into a fitful sleep. He wakes up a few hours later and walks out to the fire. Massachusetts is sitting in the firelight, reading a large, beaten book, using a small ball of light in his hand to read. Russia sits down next to him.

"Why are you up?" Massachusetts asks, not looking up.

"Couldn't sleep," Russia answers.

Massachusetts hums and sets his book aside, dismissing the ball of light. Massachusetts looks up at Russia, and Russia feels startled by how lost the teen looks.

"Do you think my Dad is okay?" Massachusetts asks.

Russia is quiet for a moment. "Your father is stubborn. He is also very strong. He will be alright."

"I hope so," Massachusetts says before leaning against Russia's arm. "I miss him. I know I'm one of the older kids. I got to be stable for the youngsters, you know? But I'm really f***ing scared. We've already almost died, and we found nothing. F***ing nothing! Sorry. I shouldn't be screaming. I just want to find Dad and make sure he's okay."

Russia wasn't sure what to do, but he felt the need to comfort the state. He wraps an arm around Massachusetts, and Massachusetts turns to hug him back. After a few moments, Massachusetts lets go, and Russia pulls his arm back.

"Thanks," Massachusetts mumbles.

"I will take the rest of the shift. You should sleep," Russia says. Massachusetts stays for a few more minutes before grabbing his book and retreating into the tent.

"Good night," Massachusetts says with a wave before disappearing into his Tepee. Russia sits up for the rest of the night, simply waiting for the sun to rise.

~

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[waitingfortherightpartner]

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before (Part Seven)

Previous Chapter - Master List

Tagging: @liajiah​ @tiffanynguyen03 @tazzi-baby​ @copicania​ @lilystilinskicullen @rcvenqers​ @champagnesugamama​ @abundanceofcarolines​ @intricate-melody​ @marvelousmendess​ @keepcalm-and-beyou​ @mrspeacem1nusone​ @thecraziestcrayon​ @kaitlynw011​ 

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You groan as the sun creeps in through your blinds. You’re still in your dress from the event – by the time you got home, you were super tired and you forgot to ask Steve to unzip you before he left.

You roll over and reach for your phone, scrolling through your notifications. You see that Steve’s tagged you in a picture in on Instagram. Your brows furrow. Steve hardly ever posts on any of his social media accounts.

You open it and you feel your heart speed up. It’s a picture of you in the limousine, smiling distractedly. You don’t remember him taking the photo, and youl’re almost shocked at how beautiful it is. How beautiful you look. You scroll down to see the caption and your heart flips again. I’m so lucky, he wrote.

Before you have time to think about what the warmth in your chest means, you hear a knock on the door. You push yourself out of bed and trudge to the door, making an effort to tidy your hair before you pull the door open.

It’s Bucky.

“Bucky,” you say. “Hey.”

“Hey, (Y/N),” he responds. “Going somewhere?”

“Couldn’t get out of it last night,” you say. “Could you actually...”

You turn around to face your back to him, gesturing towards the zipper. He steps forward and you can feel his breath on your neck, his fingers brushing against your skin. You try to think of anything else as he draws the zipper down in a way that feels agonizingly slow. 

“Eyes closed,” you say and you peek over your shoulder to make sure he obliges, before slipping out of the dress. You grab the first thing you can find – one of Steve’s oversized Brooklyn t-shirts, and grab a pair of boxer shorts that you find on the ground. “I’m decent.”

Bucky opens his eyes, and you can’t help but stare at them. His eyes used to take your breath away, but now, you can’t help but be reminded of another super-soldier with gorgeous baby blues. You shake the thought away as Bucky’s eyes skim over your frame.

“Late night?” he asks and you try to resist the urge to fold in on yourself. You know that everything should be fine – you’re publicly dating Steve – but you feel a twinge of discomfort as you’re reminded of how that relationship came into existence. 

And it doesn’t help that you can’t shake the nagging voice in the back of your head, reminding you that your feelings maybe aren’t as cut and dry as it seems.

“My first Avengers PR event,” you explain. “Not exactly my cup of tea.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Bucky says. “Is this a good time to talk?”

“Sure,” you say, moving over towards the couch and sinking down into it. Bucky follows your lead, and you unconsciously start playing with the tassels on one of your pillows.

“I can’t believe you’re dating Steve,” he says, and your brows furrow as you struggle to read his tone.

“Why?” you ask. “Hard to believe someone could have feelings for me?” You’re surprised at the edge in your voice, but you can’t take back the words once they’ve been said, injecting a note of tension into the room.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” Bucky says. “Where’d that come from?”

“Sorry,” you mutter. “What did you mean?”

“I just meant...” Bucky says, grasping for words. “It just seemed so sudden. And you never mentioned having a thing for him before.”

“You’re his best friend,” you say. “I wouldn’t tell you that.”

“I guess I just thought...” Bucky trails off. “I got your letter.”

“Oh,” you say, strainnig with every fiber of your being to make your performance believeable. “That.”

“And when I came over here to talk to you about it,” he says. “I...saw you with him.”

“The letter was from a long time ago,” you lie smoothly. “Before. Before you and Nat.”

“Nat and I broke up.”

Bucky’s words hang in the air between the two of you as they sink in. As you realize what this means. As you feel your heart split into two halves, screaming two very different things at you.

“Oh,” you say.

“Oh?” he parrots back, and you’re struck by how much you want to retreat into your mind to process the bombshell Bucky has just dropped.

“I didn’t know that,” you say.

“It’s just...” he says, again struggling for words. “We broke up, and then you started dating Steve, and we used to be really close and now I’ve barely talked to you.”

“I know,” you say. The silence between you feels like it’s taken on a life of its own, and you wish it would swallow you up whole.

“Did you mean what you wrote?” Bucky asks quietly. “In the letter?”

“I don’t know,” you say, one of the first times you’ve told the truth in this conversation. “It was a long time ago.”

“Not for me, it wasn’t,” Bucky says. “I’m just...trying to understand where this leaves us.”

“Where it leaves us?” you say. “It leaves us nowhere. You broke up with my best friend. I’m dating your best friend. We’re still friends. Nothing changes.”

“Right,” he says. “You’re right.”

A knock on the door saves you from plunging into your thoughts. You jump up and all but sprint to the door. You fling it open to find Steve.

“Steve,” you say, trying to keep the relief out of your voice. You lean forward to kiss him quickly on the lips.

“Wow, a kiss?” Steve teases, the corners of his lips spreading into a smile. “I’m a lucky man.”

“Bucky’s here,” you whisper, and you don’t miss the way Steve’s smile freezes in place, the way he seems to deflate a little. 

“Bucky!” he says, brushing past you. They fall into a comfortable conversation, giving you time to slip away to your bathroom to change. 

As you stare at your reflection, you force yourself to confront the truth you’ve been avoiding. The truth you’re scared to admit to yourself.

A few weeks ago, if Bucky had told you that he was newly single, your heart would have leapt into your throat. And yet, when he’d said those magic words, you’d barely felt anything at all. You used to feel butterflies around Bucky, but now–

“Hey, you ready to go?” Steve pokes his head into the bathroom. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Ready in five minutes,” you say and he gives you a smile.

And there they are. Those butterflies that had been absent just minutes ago.

You’re in love with Steve. You’re the dummy who’s fallen for your fake boyfriend. You are royally screwed.

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Next Chapter

[dobujutsu]

Things to know about Tazzy if you wish to sign your soul over

fun new meme here ! write 3-5 things a new rp partner (or those who want to be) should know about you and tag 3-5 people! it should be related to rp and not to other interests. (also don’t write you are a dork/gremlin/etc. this is tumblr, of course you are)

Tagged by: @chidorikiller //Love ya M!

Tagging: @withouteeth @shattered-by-sparks @masked-stitches if y’all haven’t done it yet!

First off, I’m shipping trash. It doesn’t take me long to start shipping something and when I do, I get invested in it from the get go.

I love angst, fluff, crack, and everything in between! I even like exploring darker themes. If you wanna try something out with me, chances are I’ll be totally down for it!

I like to think of myself as being friendly and I try my best to be approachable. I’m most likely to be more scared of you than you are of me. That said, I don’t bite! Hop into my DMs and you’ll see how much of a dweeb I am.

I love hearing people gush about their muses! If you want someone to spill to, I’m available most of the time!

Also I will never rush you to respond to something. I may poke you once or twice about it, but I won’t do anything other than that. This is a laid-back blog so do things at your own pace.

[tazzykiki]

Updated My About Me

~About Moi~

-Name’s Amber. But you can just call me Tazz or Tazzy.

-Cishet, lgbtq+ ally! And no, the ‘a’ doesn’t stand for Ally.

-I’m weird, open-minded, and like cats.

-If you're a minor, it's okay to follow. But please be warned I may sometimes reblog or post somewhat nsft(not safe for tumblr) things as well as cursing or whatever. If you feel uncomfortable about something I did, said, reblogged or whatever. You can either tell me(respectfully) or unfollow. I won't take it personally if you unfollow for whatever reason.

-Way too many fandoms to count. You can usually tell by what I’m reblogging, but feel free to ask. I love animation especially.

-Cursed Shit ahoy!

-Ask me if you need anything tagged. The only thing I can’t really tag is cursing(sorry!). Make sure you're specific too. For example, if you want blood to be tagged tell me if you want mentions of it as well as pictures tagged, or just pictures tagged or whatever. Also tell me the tag name you want if you can think of one.

-Sometimes politics, sometimes not. I don’t do debate or major discourse, only discussion.

-Speaking of discourse, fandom discourse is meh with me. Sometimes I will engage, but I don't do shipping wars or shit like that. If shit gets too serious, I'll ignore it and just not interact.

-If you try to start shit with me, I will instantly block you. I don't respond to trolls or people who try to insult me. -I like interaction! Asks, rb bait, random shit, discussion, whichever. Just nothing too crazy or intruding(no blowing up my inbox with like 50 messages).

-Also an artist and writer! In college rn, majoring in Fine Arts! I have little to no skill, but if you wanna see half-decent crap, go look at my art blog @missawesomemajestic

-If you wanna see even crappier crap, go peek at @tazzytoon , my comic blog!

-My url is part of my being and not even the universe itself could pull it from my clutches.

-Profile Pic constantly changes, sometimes cute, sometimes cursed.

-Wanna know anything else? Just ask!

-Feel free to correct me on anything or tell me if I’ve done something offensive! Just don’t be an asshole.

ssssssssssssssnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[cloakhiddeninplainsight]

OOC

Hey guys, I want to make this post out of character to address a few things about the blog that have occurred recently. Most of it will be under the cut, however, there is something I need to say before we continue.

First off, I want to apologize to the creators of the #puppetornot hashtag and concept. @luci-morningstar812 and @septicstacheedits are the original creators, and they should be the ones receiving the credit for it. I reblogged some of the posts earlier since I thought it was a really neat idea, but in doing so, accidentally hijacked the event and stole credit away from the original creators. If you made something for the event and tagged the blog in it, but did not tag Luci or Tazzy, please take it down and repost it with the proper credit and the lyrics as per the event’s instructions. If you haven’t participated yet, but are planning on it, please see Luci’s and Tazzy’s original posts for the instructions and more information.

Secondly, the response I’ve gotten from the blog is massive, and I’m so thankful to have all of you here. That being said, please be courteous of the fact that there is a real person behind this blog. I have a life outside of this, which includes work, school, homework, and sleep; so if I don’t get to your ask immediately, please take note of that. Also, there are currently 130 asks waiting to be answered at the moment, with a good portion of them sent by the same few people. As much as I’d love to be on here 24/7 answering asks and diving headfirst into everything, I do need to take time out for myself as well, and I ask that you respect that. Even if Anti is always watching, I can’t, so please respect that and don’t hound me if I don’t respond to you immediately. 

Going off of that, please remember that this is all just for fun. I’m not Sean, this isn’t the real next phase, and I have no idea what he’s actually planning for ego stuff in the future. I’m going off of the same things you guys are, and most of what I’ve got planned is just little ideas that I haven’t had time to really think over, so I’m just going off instinct and improvisation. With that being said, please don’t be rude to each other or to me. I’ve gotten several asks that have insulted or flat out attacked me, and that’s not okay, especially in a community of positive, friendly people. Same thing with the task and the rat resistance. There are real people behind all these blogs, so be respectful and remember that at the end of the day, this is all just for fun. So please keep that tucked in the back of your head as things move forward. I don’t want to have to say something like this again.

And finally, in regards to the task/rat resistance, I do want to also apologize for naming the blogs without tagging them in the original. I got really excited about the idea and jumped into things without thinking of the consequences, and I am sorry if I made anyone anxious or made it out to be a witch hunt. I’ve interacted as Anti with all those blogs before, hence why they were on the list, but I didn’t want to make people uncomfortable or harass them. I was originally going to try to come up with an alternate task for anyone who either didn’t want to or was unable to complete the task, but real life started crashing around me and I was unable to get one out in time. If you don’t want to participate in the task, that’s perfectly okay, and I want to apologize for putting that on you guys. Anti won’t punish you for it in-game, and I’ll make sure that any other tasks are either individual or based around an internal team effort rather than an external conversion. 

TL;DR: Please credit Luci and Tazzy with the #puppetornot idea, not me, and respect both me and everyone else, whether they’re involved with the blog’s events or not. At the end of the day, this is still a community, and I don’t want things to become toxic when it’s supposed to be just a game for fun.

Again, I apologize for everything, and I hope that you all can forgive me for my mistakes and that we can all move forward together.

Thank you, 

-The Mun

[dobushira]

– B A S I C S –

NAME:   Autumn

ALIAS(ES)/HANDLE(S):  Tazzy

ARE YOU OVER 18?    yes  /  No

IS YOUR MUSE?   yes  /  no

WHEN WAS YOUR BLOG ESTABLISHED?   Sometime in October 2019

– W R I T I N G –

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone)  /  Semi (most people)  /  Yes (some people)  /  Highly (few people) / Private (mutuals only)

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone)  /  Semi (most people)  /  Yes (some people) /  Highly (few people)  /  Private (mutuals only)

IF YOUR MUSE IS CANON, HOW MUCH DO YOU ADHERE TO CANON? Not at all  /  A little  /  Some  /  Mostly  /  Strictly  /  Not Applicable

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? One Liners /  Single-Para  /  Multi-Para  /  Novella

DO YOU USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? No  /  Gifs  /  Icons  /  Yes

DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS? No  / Yes

WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE? Unplotted  /  Open-Ended Plots (set up a meeting and see what happens)  /  Semi-Plotted (one or two steps ahead)  /  Fully Plotted Epics ( plotted beginning, middle, and end )

HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS? Very Slow (more than a month) / Slow (3-4 weeks)  /  Average (1-2 weeks) /  Fast (less than one week)  /  Very Fast (less than three days)  /  It depends

WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) Fluff  /  Angst /  Smut /  Violence /  Tragedy  /  Domestic  / Family / Conversational

WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) High Fantasy  / Supernatural /  Science Fiction  /  Historical  /  Horror  /  Comedy /  Romantic / Drama  /  Action /  Adventure  /  Espionage

ARE THERE ANY THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ON YOUR BLOG? (not triggers) No  /  Yes  /  Sometimes

DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS?  HOW DO YOU REQUEST IT TAGGED? I don’t have any triggers

– S H I P P I N G –

WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic  /  Platonic  /  Familial

WHAT TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic  /  Platonic  /  Familial (Prior discussion for all needed)

DO YOU HAVE OTPS? No  /  Chemistry Only  /  Yes

DO YOU HAVE NOTPS? No  /  Yes

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION? Heterosexual  /  Heteroflexible  /  Bisexual /  Pansexual /  Homoflexible  /  Homosexual / Demisexual /  Sapiosexual  /  Asexual

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S ROMANTIC ORIENTATION? Heteroromantic  /  Heteroflexible  / Biromantic /  Homoflexible  /  Homoromantic   /  Panromantic /  Demiromantic  /  Sapioromantic  /  Aromantic

ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? No  /  Selectively  /  Yes

HOW EARLY IN A RELATIONSHIP DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY? Autoship /  During plotting  /  After a couple IC interactions  /  Several IC interactions  /  Slow burn  /  Never

ARE YOU OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS? No  /  Selectively  /  Yes

ARE YOU OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? (incest, canon history, age difference, complicated, etc.) No  /  Selectively  /  Yes

ARE YOU OPEN TO POLYSHIPPING? No  /  Selectively /  Yes

ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER? Never  /  Sometimes  / Yes

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No  /  Yes

– T A G G I N G! –

tagging: Anyone!

tagged by: No one

[afewmarvelousthoughts]

Only For A Moment Ch. 28

Master List: @afewmarvelousthoughtsadmin

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: For most of your life you’d been able to keep your abilities a secret, that is until Hydra got wind of you. After years of being in their clutches, you break out when The Avengers expose SHIELD/Hydra. Since then, you’ve been on the run. Things are going as well as you could hope when you see a familiar face… Could the Winter Soldier really be in Bucharest too?

Warnings: PTSD, uh... feels. I’m not really sure what exactly to put but... yeah. 

A/N: So, yeah... this is a thing. I hope you like this thing (like, may be a weird term but you get it). What comes after will be up likely next Friday. Save for Truth nothing that’s going up this week is going to give anyone good holiday feels. Sorry ‘bout it. 

I don’t want to say anything else just read and know that a tagline for this series could be, “Trauma is a bitch.”

Love y’all...

Tags are open!

@bluegirlusa1 @l0kisbitch @tazzi-baby @woodyandbuzz20-01 @mooniightbucky @saundrasays @breezy1415 @creepshowzombae @alyssaj23 @mywinterwolf@fairislesheets @anamcg317 @buckaroo-barness @jazztherebel @peachthatdrinkslemonade @regulusirius @auskitty @babyimp1967 @katecolleen  @handplucked @disagreetoagree @wonderlandmind4 @piensa-bonito

Alarms begin to scream in your head. Go? Go where? Does he need to go because of you… “If you want me to go instead I can-“

“No!” He turns quickly looking at you scared. “Unless… unless you want to go… then…” He throws his cap onto the bed running his fingers, still gloved, through his hair.

You can’t help the anxious little laugh that escapes you, “Yeah, I just bought a bunch of groceries for the fun of it. No intention to stay in the place with the working kitchen to cook it in.”

He lets out a little, heh, sound that’s not quite a laugh but better than nothing. “Good… I,” he looks up at you, eyes so shot through with worry it kills you, “really like you… being here, Y/N.” You walk out of the kitchen toward him tentatively. He holds a hand up stopping your approach, “I just need to go for a run.”

You smile nodding, completely understanding the need to work out the energy in him. “Ok, just…” you can’t bring yourself to finish it.

“I’ll be safe… and back.” He offers you a half smile before turning to the closet pulling out sweatpants and sneakers.

Without another word, you head into the kitchen and begin unloading everything. In a minute he’s out the door.

You’re worried about him, hell you’re worried about yourself. Thankfully there’s the distraction of cooking. It’s still somewhat early, the sun just now setting, but you can take your time to set up everything in the small kitchen and make the pie dough for tomorrow.

Once everything is in its place you pull out Bucky’s laptop and put on some Billie, something that always used to soothe you. You get out of the button up and bindings, so happy to be free, and pull on a plain black tee before diving into culinary bliss.

It’s almost three hours before Bucky huffs into the door, drenched in sweat. Honestly, it’s not a bad look on him. You’re still listening to Billie and sautéing some mushrooms while reading Frankenstein. The look he gives you speaks volumes, you didn’t run away, you’re still here, and he feels like he’s home.

“Hey,” you smile bright, setting the book down, the worry that had been building in you beginning to melt. He begins to walk toward you, “Hope steak sounds good.” He comes up next to you, cupping both sides of your face in his hands to turn you to him. His kiss is slow and thorough, his tongue sliding past your unresistant lips, the taste of clean sweat and… him. He pulls back still holding your face and smiles down at you.

“Steak sounds perfect.” He kisses you briefly once more, “I’ll wash up.” You can’t help but laugh and shake your head a little at the domesticity of it all.

The rest of the evening is almost enough to make you forget the emotional turmoil you both silently went through today. Your meal of steak, potatoes, sautéed mushrooms, and green beans was, to pat yourself on the back, incredible. And while neither of you talks much there’s a comfort in the silence you’re immensely thankful for.

Once dishes are done Bucky pulls you into his arms. You rest your head on his chest and you stand in the kitchen, not saying anything, just holding onto one another for a few minutes.

He breaks the silence, “How’s a movie sound?”

“Great.”

Something light seems like the best choice so Duck Soup wins. Though, after the length of the day and since he didn’t really sleep at all the night before, it’s not long before he’s breathing steadily behind you, arms holding you close, small snores slipping out here and there. His rhythm and sounds are better than any lullaby. You lay your head back and drift off too, a soft smile on your lips.

Your sleep is the dreamless sleep you’ve been, somehow, having since being here. Because of this when you’re flung, unceremoniously, from your repose you’re immediately panicked.

Body sent flying vertically over the arm of the couch, head over feet. Anyone else would have hit the wall, likely hard enough to be unconscious. However, all those years training with Hydra weren’t entirely fruitless. Your power awakens before you fully do and steadies you midair.

Immediately you’re in defense mode, ready to attack whatever and whoever has pulled you from sleep and shaken the safety of this place. You spin lightening fast to look behind you, feet back on the ground, crouching. All you see is Bucky though…

He’s standing stock straight, though his head is tilted slightly toward the floor, hair obscuring your view of his face. Fists at his side, the only sound besides both of your breathing is the metal shifting in his left arm. His breathing you note is heavy but not panicked, just hard, like he’s fighting to keep it there.

Suddenly the fog of sleep lifts fully and you see the situation for what it is. A dream, he had a dream. You understand this all too well, having to coach yourself back into the present, back into a reality that isn’t hell, even though your brain thinks it’s still in it. He isn’t moving, neither are you.

Once you have a handle over your own breathing and heart rate you rise from your crouching position, slowly. His eyes are still on the ground and you don’t know what the best course of action here is. It doesn’t matter though. You want him to know he’s not alone, that you understand because… well, you do.

“Bucky,” you whisper softly, staying where you are. He flinches at the sound of your voice but other than that he doesn’t move. You give it another minute before trying again, “Bucky? It’s ok, you’re home, you’re-“

“No,” he growls. He looks up at you and you freeze. There’s something in that look that reminds you of the night before when you had touched him without asking, that reminds you of when you first saw him all those years ago in the facility. The Soldier.

Your mouth goes dry. You aren’t sure what to say. There is no way to know if there’s a Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde situation at play here. He refers to The Soldier as something separate from himself but is that true? If so you’re in a whole different situation than comforting the person you love… Love.

This isn’t the time to examine this or to mince words with yourself. Regardless of how fast this came about, you love this man and that’s the truth. The truth that scared you so much this morning it made you shut down, too afraid of it because the things you love are always taken from you. 

It’s a beautiful realization but you have to acknowledge that you don’t fully know what’s happening at this moment. Or how to help him. If somehow The Soldier is separate from him you are not currently dealing with the man you love. But… something tells you that isn’t quite right.

Suddenly he turns and bolts for the front door. Thought flees you then, and you reach out an invisible hand to slam it shut as he pulls it open, the sharp sound echoing. You don’t know where he’s at right now, you can’t let him go out there and maybe do something he will regret. If that means trapping him here, so be it.

The look he shoots you is murderous but you don��t let it sink in. “You’re not going out there like this. You’re spooked.” You keep your voice even and low.

“You think you can keep me here?” His tone is so sinister it makes a chill climb up your spine.

“I know I can,” your voice is dripping with confidence and conviction. You will keep him here, keep him safe, no matter what that took.

He cocks an eyebrow and strides toward you, “Oh?” You refuse to back away from him. His left-hand lifts and a fleeting memory of the feeling of that fist shoots through you. Still, you remain planted staring up at him. 

He touches the scar left there by him and says, “I don’t think our last fight necessarily worked well for you. Sure you wanna go another round?”

He’s not fully present, you can see that in the way his eyes are shifting around, seeing things that aren’t there. But there’s something that tells you this is Bucky and not some separate entity, he’s just fighting through a flashback. 

Holding onto this feeling you respond, “Are you really going to try and beat me senseless, Bucky?” There’s a flicker in his face and you know you’re right, “Or are you just trying to scare me?”

[acannthuss]

She stared in awe as the love of her life traded necklaces with... his true love. She remembered the moment she say him, how she believed he was the one the moment she met him.

Minutes before

“Hey Rains! Hey!” Sunshock called as he galloped over. “I got something for you!” A young blue mare stood in a clearing, looking up at the clouds and searching for something he could not see.

She turned towards him and stared curiously, her bright golden eyes curious. But what she hid behind her back was what made her nervous. “Oh, hey Shock, um... I also got something for you.” She responded nervously, her hooves shifting uneasily. Sunshock smiled brightly and pulled out a bright gold beaded necklace.

“I made this out of Sun Blossom Amber.” He said with a toothy grin. Sunshock levitated the necklace with a shining blue-green aura.

Splendor blushed as she pulled out her gift. “I made this for you! I know its pretty stupid looking, but it’s made from Pyre Peridot.” She said with a shy smile. “I love it!” He replied.

Sunshock blushed lightly and eagerly shifted his hooves. They exchanged the necklaces and looked each other with a loving gaze. “Hey Rains?” Sunshock asked. She looked up. “Yeah?” He smiled a little more awkwardly. “Will you be my special somepony?” Splendor was taken back, her golden eyes bright with embaressmeant yet some affection.

Her brain seemed to be moving a million miles a minute, but her mouth seemed too caught up in the moment. “Yes!” The two brightly smiled and look eachother in a gentle hug.

But little did they know, two icy blue eyes watched from the shadows. Her mouth a gape with denial. This was meant to be her day, the day she would finally confess! But... it turned into a big mess.

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Ahhhh, geez. That took a while, but here’s my little sad Valentine’s Day story. Meet Sunshock Stars and Tanzanite Blue. Son of Starlight Glimmer and youngest daughter of Shining Armor and Cadence!

Tazzy and Sunshock met when they were kids when Starlight and Sunburst settled down in the Crystal Empire. Sunshock and Tazzy got along when they started getting babysat by Twilight or Cadence when the time got to it. But when Sunshock met Storm they seemed to have an immediate connection, which began to shuffle Tazzy out of the picture.

Which did not sit well with Tanzanite Blue, Princess of Battle.