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[changedchapters]

Starter for @stripedshield from Peggy!

She had just finished the last touches to work clothes and slipped into her heels before making her ways out of the door. A small smirk playing across her face that stood out against the rest of her because of the rouge color that stained her lips. Silently, even in heels, she made her way towards a certian soldier.

“So what have I missed so far?”

[asgardianborn]

He’d existed for longer than even he could remember some days, centuries of half baked memories flitted through his mind like an after thought, problems and worries of old eras long forgotten. What he remembered was the people, the young girl with the blue-black hair that reminded him of a raven who used to visit him, the villagers who used to bring him fresh fruit and meat in exchange for rain fall though he never asked for anything in return, the elders who built a temple in his name. Who deemed him something of a god. The same elders who turned against him. The same ones who left him with one eye and a white scar that still ached painfully from time to time, thrumming with lightning and the soft glow of a blue light that burned bright just under his skin.

And yet--

He still missed them, the company, the soft smiles of the humans he’d bonded with and grown close to. Thor had grown used to being alone, resigning himself to the fact that he would spend the rest of his existence within the woods that had once been said to be a place of magic, now a place of darkness and beasts like himself. But he’d never become used to the loneliness of it all, mind and body aching for the touch of another being, greedy for even a sliver of acknowledgement that was not forged out of violence or fear. He accepted his fate, however, when it was handed to him in the form of a man, someone beautiful with blue eyes and blonde hair.

Someone who didn’t look like a monster. 

A slayer of monsters and protector of humans.

He’d heard tales of the hero in the north, the new protector of mankind who was enough of a legend for his stories to make it all the way to Thor’s own woods. 

The hero who had invaded his home, who was bold enough to stand in front of Thor right in this moment.

“Hero, to what do I owe the pleasure of earning your presence?”

His voice crackled, fizzling with the disuse of centuries of silence and the soft hum of the lightning that inhabited his body. Thor was not prepared for a fight, his body tired and aching, he was not going to give the humans what they wanted. There was no purpose in defending himself or hurting their hero, he didn’t want to fuel their horror stories.

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[inthebrokenplaces]

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It’s been a long while since he’s felt truly home, felt anywhere connected to his life before Captain America. To think that back in their time, two men dancing as they were was decades away from acceptable. Firm arms find themselves wrapping tighter around Bucky as he hears his old friend’s heart quicken. Its only second nature for him to want to make the other feel safe and secure, and in that  moment, it seems like the best way to do so.

“Am I?” His head shifts so he can look into  Bucky’s eyes, finding the worry he expected written in them. Steve wishes he could take all the weight away from his friend, erase every ghost that haunts him,  to protect Bucky the same way that the other had for him years back.

He chuckles at the words, although he knows it’s Bucky’s way of avoiding what is going on inside his mind. Steve wasn’t going to let it go, but he allows a half smile to cross his lips for the time being. “Maybe so, or they might just be jealous that I managed to score the perfect dance partner for the evening.” There’s a small smirk resting on his lips, eyes locked with Buck’s.

“You ever wonder…what it would’ve been like if we’d told each other back then?….Think you would’ve said something?” He asks, partly to distract Buck from the wistful thoughts, though at the same time, for a while he’d been curious to hear the answer.

@inthebrokenplaces​

A little smile crossed his face. Dancing had always been something he enjoyed, and was good at, and there were plenty of times he’d wished for just this, to be swaying along with Steve. It had been at the back of his mind every time he dragged Steve to a dance hall, every time he offered  to teach him to dance. HYDRA had robbed him of it, as they had all joys in his life, and it seemed fitting that he reclaim it with Steve. But the eyes on him made him uncomfortable. He tried to focus on Steve instead.

He thought about that, what it would’ve been like if he’d confessed his feelings. Steve had been so sick that it felt selfish to even consider it. But the way Steve asked the question, knowing he felt the same back then, it made Bucky reconsider. Was it selfish, or had he just been scared? 

“I was too worried about you to think about my own feelings,” he finally said, his smile turning tight. He’d never done much for himself, until now. This one thing, having Steve, he could give to himself. “‘Sides, my old man would’ve thrown me out if he knew.” He hesitated. “I was happy just to be with you. I never even thought you felt the same.” 

[findmeatmanofiiron]

INBOX:  “i’m not going to let you out of my sight.” MEME: protector / protectee starters ASKED BY: @stripedshield

“  THAT  ALMOST  SOUNDS  LIKE  A  BAD  THREAT.  ”         Tony  chuckled  as  he  rested  his  head  back  onto  the  pile  of  rub  beneath  him.   He  couldn’t  go  anywhere,  not  right  this  second,  his  suit  was  damaged  enough  to  make  it  almost  impossible  to  work  with.  Tony  was  not  running  away  from  Steve  any  time  soon.          “  Help  an  old  man  up? ”          He  reached  out  towards  him  with  a hand.

[lady-tsunade-hime2-archived]

I was promised a Romanov and I don't see her yet? smh.

@stripedshield Excuse me 😂 Don’t call me out like that I’m working on it. Plus it’s not even noon yet here!

[changedchapters]

Hi yes I asked for validation but not to be called out by all three of them (drafts, angst, and my Hufflepuff ass). 😂💕 If you don’t know or understand I’ve been RPing for like a year and a half now on here.

RPing with @nobunaga-the-warlord about a year??? Maybe more?? Which look I don’t know why but we either end up in HP hell like it said of just general hell. Sometimes a little dark and spicy. We like pain. :) cutesy stuff? Rarely happens unless it’s in OOC conversations which we then rarely apply to our whatever kind of threads we do. I love them :)

@stripedshield Uh pretty sure they’ve been around since like basically the creation of my blog? (Nobunaga too maybe but like I don’t remember things well). ANYWAYS they’re DEFINITELY calling me out on my Hufflepuff tendencies. I’m through and through. I’m terrible. Such a Hufflepuff and damn do I love them so much that they know me well enough to say it. Plus our threads? Always have been a favorite of mine. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 Their writing is so fucking good. I love it. (Also example why I haven’t written a reply to our thread yet today. I’m waiting and honing my skill for a day or two to get that shit done.)

@nxptunx-in-rxtrogradx / @corvusdeluna Yes, hi, Hewwo. Okay so I know I said this in the discord group but I really do laugh every time I think of the walking, talking, blueberry line. Pure 👏🏽 fucking 👏🏽 gold. I’m pretty new to writing with them but we have a lot more ton of OOC interactions and they’re so sweet! I can’t wait to see what other shenanigans out characters get into and what else we scream about!

So thank you guys for validating me the other day. 💕 Cause I can be needy. 👀 With all my muses and stuff. I’m done with the mushy post now. LOVE YOU GUYS.

[captive-commando]

@stripedshield

𝟜𝔽.  ℍ 𝕖 ’ 𝕕    𝕘 𝕖 𝕥   𝕓 𝕒 𝕔 𝕜   𝕚 𝕟  𝕥 𝕙 𝕖 𝕣 𝕖  𝕒 𝕟 𝕕   𝕥 𝕣 𝕪   𝕒 𝕘 𝕒 𝕚 𝕟. The scribbles on the sheet were only another hurdle, an obstacle in ink on the road and he was far from throwing in the towel. Giving up was not an option. Standing up to power-hungry thugs was a necessity, and as much as Steve hates the thought of war, aware of all the rotten fruit it bears - loss and death. Injustice.  Separation of loved ones…family, lovers, close friends. Running away is never an option.

It hadn’t come as a surprise to him that Bucky had enlisted, what came much more as so was how late in the game he’d finally brought it up. Steve’s eyes are nearly glued to his own enlistment form , slender fingers tracing over the printed words. Found not acceptable for induction into active military service. There had to be a way, a hidden passage to wriggle his way through, and the time for finding the crawlspace was running out.

  Svelte fingers grasp onto the sheet of paper a little tighter, blue eyes following the brusque rustle of tossed down papers. “I always assumed you were going to go. Just hard to believe you’re already another step closer to gettin’ out there.” He pauses, eyes diverting back to his form.”I should be going with ya. who else is gonna keep ya from pullin’ careless stunts out there?” 

 There is a solemn grin on Steve’s lips,  sun rays trying to brighten the day behind gloomy rain clouds, and yet his stomach sinks down, and  the depth of the concern is written in his eyes as they look up to meet Buck’s. There is some good left in the world, and Bucky Barnes is a big piece of so in Steve’s life.

 It’s yet another reason he has to keep fightin’. Another reason to keep taking a stance, to keep returning to enlist day after day,  no matter what the consequences might be. He can’t condone Buck  to go out there and risk his life on is own, not without giving everything he can to stand and fight alongside him.

     “No one’ll need to. I only get into trouble because of you.” The words came gently, bringing warmth to his teasing in each word, but it was true. Back alley fistfights, scolding from adults when they’d trespassed and the occasional run-in with a truancy officer all littered Bucky’s past, but they all had one thing in common. He had simply been following Steve. From the stories his father told him as a boy, Bucky knew that war would be absolute hell on Earth. Without Steve there Bucky could only hope he’d be able to keep his head on straight so he could come home. 

     Ever since Steve’s first rejection, Bucky had been plagued with nightmares of Steve ending up on the front lines. He was small and agile, but he had always looked like an easy target. If the bullies in their neighborhood could see it, he didn’t doubt the Nazi’s would as well. 

     More nights than he could count Bucky found himself waking in a cold sweat; plagued by scenes of all the ways the world could kill his dearest friend. If he tried, he could easily recall the sight of Steve limp in his arms, his fatigues stained a deep, muddy black as thick red blood stained green cotton twill. As much as it pained him to think it, if Steve was there Bucky knew there would be no way for them both to come home. Either Steve would get himself killed being the brash man he was, or Bucky would be lucky enough to take the bullet for him. Of all the ways for their time together to end, he didn’t want it to be like that, “Besides, it’s not like we’d be deployed together anyways. You just go where they tell you, not where you wanna be.”

[captive-commando]

“There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for.”

     “I know…” Bucky knew Steve would want to go to war. Not out of a warped battle lust like some of the men he’d seen at the enlistment offices, or out of a desire for glory. The world was on the precipice of disaster and it felt more and more like everyone knew that as the days went on. If they wanted any good to be left when the dust settled, fighting was the only real option. 

     Swallowing hard Bucky reached inside his coat, hesitating for a moment. Enlisting had been easy, in his eyes it was the only road open to him. Son of a soldier, and an honest man, Bucky wouldn’t be able to face life while waiting for conscription. It was only a matter of time for him, but deep down he knew he’d be facing that hurdle alone. Even if Steve couldn’t see it, Bucky knew they’d never let him fight. 

     Finally pulling the folded papers from his coat, tossing them onto the well-worn kitchen Steve had inherited from his mother with perhaps less care than was called for. He tried to tell himself that his growing displeasure with the idea of war wasn’t cowardice, but he found he couldn’t. It wasn’t his mortality looming overhead, or having to kill for his country that unsettled him, but leaving Steve. He knew Steve was a tougher man than most gave him credit for, and that Steve would do well at whatever he put his stubborn heart into, but the idea of leaving and never coming back twisted something dark and painful in his stomach, “‘s why I’m goin’. I meant to tell you, but it just sorta...got away from me. I start training next week, on a base just West of here.”