#loyalsoldat

[stillsolo]

✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and outside 💛✨ !!!!

thank you bb!  if you don’t mind, i’m gonna do what i usually do: im gonna tag a few people since I ( still ) haven’t done a FF dfjksd.  some of these people i’ve been friends with for years.  others, are people I’ve met recently.  either way, I believe they deserve a follow + love.  :)

@brokcnsouls @notthistime @ofskvwalkcr @onlyhopc @stillsalvaging @kyberborne @sorcererism @teshindax @assembletm @denyname @ghoststorytm @tatooinelight @permasclaris @tachiisms @rcvan @reawakcn @horrorempathy @littleredrenegade @isooto @forcebright @seecentauri @sheresists @shejedi @gurlpilot @vadersstarkiller @stillcominback @yourxworshipfulness @forcefclt @vibraea @indyiisms @starseized & @iinternicine !

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Colder Weather (Closed)

@loyalsoldat

As the train slowed to a stop, Steve still cling to the side, frozen tears stinging his cheeks as he tried to uncurl his fingers from the cold medal car. As his fingers slowly began to uncurl, he felt the cold seep into his soul as he looked back from the place they’d came from. How could he have ot reached just a little bit further? He was so close, he should have just jumped after him, or gone with him.

From the depression that tried to wrap around his heart, a flame of hope melted it away. No. Steve wasn’t giving up, not that easy. The least he could do was bring a body back for his family, for him. Steve wasn’t going to just leave him behind, he couldn’t, not after he had convinced him to come in the first place.

The hike down the ravine was treacherous, and the other commandos had already asked him not to, but he couldn’t hear them, the only thing he could fathom was the glimmer of hope that Bucky was still out there somewhere. What if he’d survived? It wasn’t likely, and Steve didn’t like the odds- he pushed the thought out of his head. This was a recovery mission, not a rescue.

Reaching the bottom of the ravine, hopeful eyes glanced ahead, searching for any signs of his friend. As he started pushing through the white sea of ice, he felt like everything was pushing him back, no matter how bad he wanted to go forward, but he couldn’t give up. Not on Bucky, not today, not ever. They were together til the end of the line, and it didn’t end til Steve had Bucky’s body safe on American soil.

“BUCKY!” A sob echoed from his throat, he barely realized he had made a noise at all. That was until he saw red among all the white, Steve’s heart sunk into his stomach as he started to run forward, the snow seemed to part for him as he raced for his friend, bleeding in the snow, Steve kneeled next to him, lifting him into his arms, Steve searched for life “Bucky? Buck...?” Searching for any signs of a pulse, he had to have a pulse, there was blood still oosing from his arm.

[petiteaile]

destined

closed and plotted with @loyalsoldat

It had been such a weird week for Steve, that he almost thought that perhaps he was cursed since those new paintings, sculptures and documents came into the archive room in the museum he currently worked at. The odd dreams he constantly had every night, it wasn’t something new and he already got used to it. But the persistent headache all of sudden while he was trying to decipher the documents into a readable writing, or when he was cleaning the old paintings carefully, was weird. It felt like someone cracked open his skull for a few minutes before it was gone almost completely, as if it never happened to him.

His usual doctor said she didn’t find anything about it, simply told Steve to get some rest considering his long list health problems as well. She might not be wrong, but after Stark announced the upcoming events and exhibition he wanted to have inside the museum, the blond couldn’t afford to take some days off just because he had a splitting headache that would come and go as its pleased.

So that was why he hired an assistant, hoping it could make his exhaustion and tension off from his body since he had another helping hand to work all of these documents. Steve sighed heavily, gulping down his already cold coffee before walking out from the office and greeted the potential assistant.

“Hello, you must be James Barnes,” he smiled weakly, offering his hand. “I’m Steve Rogers, the chief historian. I hope I didn’t make you wait for too long?”

[ofwarbondsarchive-blog]

@loyalsoldat​ || continuing this cookie dough discourse 

[ text: Bucky ] If you won’t be proud of me, then who will? 

[ text: Bucky ] Remember how I told you ‘if you bring up the cookie dough thing one more time, I’m officially banning you from the kitchen’? 

[ text: Bucky ] You did this to yourself, pal 

[marvelsior]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD ♡✧( ु•⌄• ) once you get this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask box of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it's nice to know that someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out. 💕

I’m like 84 years late but THANK YOU FRIEND!!!

[deservesthis-blog]

@loyalsoldat cont.

          “ i have the perfect arms for hugging. ”

[acaciaborne-blog]

@loyalsoldat || cont. 

Everyone needs a happy place; somewhere that they feel safe, and secure, and can sort of recharge, if you will. For some, it exists within their own mind -- and for others, it’s an actual, physical location. This forest is her happy place. For years, these trees (and the ancestors inhabiting them) have protected Avery from the outside world’s darkness, when hardships become too much to bear on her own.

Tonight, she hopes to ask for their aid once more. 

She had intended to walk past the stranger in silence, with only a polite bob of her head to acknowledge that they had even passed one another. A quick glance tells her all she need know; he’s not in the mood for company, and has no apparent interest in conversation. Oh, if only she could leave well enough alone. Perhaps she would have followed through with that plan, if not for the fact that she noticed something bearing an eerie resemblance to blood staining one corner of his mouth.

“S-sir? Are you alright? There’s -- well, I don’t want to alarm you, but it looks like you may be bleeding.” 

[thecharmedmechanic]

@loyalsoldat

     Aiden considered herself to be a lucky girl. Here she was in her own auto shop in her hometown. Her business wasn’t as busy as she wished it would be. But she was grateful for the work that did come in. She was able to share her passion with a few friends who were a part of her crew. Who could say that they were an auto shop owner at her age?

    Not only that, she was pretty lucky to have a handsome supportive boyfriend. She thought that Bucky was crazy when he started to pursue her in high school. He could have anyone in their class. But he set his eyes on her. She tried to dismiss his advances at first. But it wasn’t long before she started to fall hard for him. 

    Though it seemed the whole world was against them. Year after year, it would seem like someone would try to tear them apart. It only did the opposite. It made what they had stronger.

    “Aiden, your boyfriend’s here!” she heard her best friend, Julio, shout. She beamed from ear to ear and set her notepad down. She ran out of her office and jumped into his arms. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her hands in his hair. “Hey, I thought I wasn’t going to see you until later.”