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📂📂 UGH LOVE DON'T SAY SORRY

QAQ GAB YOU ANGEL THANK YOU!❤❤❤

TW // DEATH, SUPER ANGSTY, ETC

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I discussed this in the discord server (sif's server) with Hyper but imma put it in here anyway because that's my best one yet. It legit came from me peeling eggshells for curry.

Hawks and Dabi have sex and Hawks lays an egg. No one knows how but he laid an egg. So hawks obviously mother hens it and Dabi does his best to provide.

The egg stays at the lov lair cuz obvious reasons. So one day Hawks was busy with patrol and Dabi had stuff to do. Since they couldn't exactly heat the egg, They put it on a bunch of blankets.

One of the newer recruits found the egg and put it in the fridge. The egg was identical to the other eggs (except for a small black line on the tip) so a few hours pass and the recruit uses the same egg and boils it because of hunger.

At the same time Dabi and Hawks are just back. The other lov are also there doing their own thing when suddenly,

Hawks shrieks.

He's gone into full panic mode while the others try and calm him.

He stutters out a weak, "I-its gone. It's not there THE EGGS FUCKING GONE!"

This makes everyone else go into panic mode before the new guy says, "you mean the chicken egg on the couch?"

Everyone turns to him and simultaneously asks yes where is it?

Shigaraki and Compress are nearly in tears about not getting to be uncle (for shiggy)and grandpa (for compress).

Toga went into berserk mode and Spinner is legit spinning around trying to find it.

Hawks and Dabi are questioning the recruit who seems to have realized he done goofed.

The recruit whispers out the explanation.

.

..

...Hawks and Dabi have to deal with the loss of their child. Toga and Shigaraki decimated the recruit. Compress is trying to be a good mom of the group but even he's having trouble. He wishes Kurogiri would be here to give advice.

Spinner and Giran are trying to make things lively again but nothing works. Hawks is barely able to focus on work. Enji and Rumi are concerned because he isnt normally like this.

They eventually confronted him. Hawks couldn't take it anymore and broke down but didnt say anything.

They comforted him as best they could but were gobsmacked about what on earth made their chicken nugget loving sunshine man this upset.

Dabi's rage made him go out and get into more fights and close calls. Though he tried his best to be there for Hawks.

The egg was boiled but not peeled, everything was intact. The lov carefully put the egg in a coffin. Compress used his quirk on it before Shigaraki decayed the marble. The dust was evenly split into two pendants.

One for Hawks and Dabi each. They kept it close.

It will take a long time for them to recover from their baby's death. But they will heal. Slowly, but surely.

And if Enji is confronted by Dabi with the truth and miruko by Hawks, that's only for them to know.

~~~

I hope this satisfies you!

📂📂 UGH LOVE DON'T SAY SORRY

QAQ GAB YOU ANGEL THANK YOU!❤❤❤

TW // DEATH, SUPER ANGSTY, ETC

---

I discussed this in the discord server (sif's server) with Hyper but imma put it in here anyway because that's my best one yet. It legit came from me peeling eggshells for curry.

Hawks and Dabi have sex and Hawks lays an egg. No one knows how but he laid an egg. So hawks obviously mother hens it and Dabi does his best to provide.

The egg stays at the lov lair cuz obvious reasons. So one day Hawks was busy with patrol and Dabi had stuff to do. Since they couldn't exactly heat the egg, They put it on a bunch of blankets.

One of the newer recruits found the egg and put it in the fridge. The egg was identical to the other eggs (except for a small black line on the tip) so a few hours pass and the recruit uses the same egg and boils it because of hunger.

At the same time Dabi and Hawks are just back. The other lov are also there doing their own thing when suddenly,

Hawks shrieks.

He's gone into full panic mode while the others try and calm him.

He stutters out a weak, "I-its gone. It's not there THE EGGS FUCKING GONE!"

This makes everyone else go into panic mode before the new guy says, "you mean the chicken egg on the couch?"

Everyone turns to him and simultaneously asks yes where is it?

Shigaraki and Compress are nearly in tears about not getting to be uncle (for shiggy)and grandpa (for compress).

Toga went into berserk mode and Spinner is legit spinning around trying to find it.

Hawks and Dabi are questioning the recruit who seems to have realized he done goofed.

The recruit whispers out the explanation.

.

..

...Hawks and Dabi have to deal with the loss of their child. Toga and Shigaraki decimated the recruit. Compress is trying to be a good mom of the group but even he's having trouble. He wishes Kurogiri would be here to give advice.

Spinner and Giran are trying to make things lively again but nothing works. Hawks is barely able to focus on work. Enji and Rumi are concerned because he isnt normally like this.

They eventually confronted him. Hawks couldn't take it anymore and broke down but didnt say anything.

They comforted him as best they could but were gobsmacked about what on earth made their chicken nugget loving sunshine man this upset.

Dabi's rage made him go out and get into more fights and close calls. Though he tried his best to be there for Hawks.

The egg was boiled but not peeled, everything was intact. The lov carefully put the egg in a coffin. Compress used his quirk on it before Shigaraki decayed the marble. The dust was evenly split into two pendants.

One for Hawks and Dabi each. They kept it close.

It will take a long time for them to recover from their baby's death. But they will heal. Slowly, but surely.

And if Enji is confronted by Dabi with the truth and miruko by Hawks, that's only for them to know.

~~~

I hope this satisfies you!

Continued from; x @rebelliouscupid

"Helping doesn't include punching people." Leo sighed as he watched his niece cross her arms. This was definitely Phoebe's daughter and boy was there going to be a lot of problems in the future. Punching the man wasn't a way to shut the guy up in the whitelighter's opinion.

A sigh escaped from his lips as he moves to the refrigerator and get some ice to put in the nearby rag before going towards her, handing her the rag. "Put this on your eye since its swelling." Leo didn't say anything for a few minutes, thinking about whether he should tell her mother or not. "I won't tell your mother if you promise to not do it again."

Reality Check

Hello again after a while

I know, such long absence is not my style

But i have so many struggles to deal with

I am praying for „its getting better“

to be no myth

So i packed up my warmest sweater

And wrote this letter

Its about feelings happy or sad

Its about the best i ever had

And all the times i got mad

Mad because i feel so empty

Like the nutella jar on day twenty

But no one is seeing

My loneliness and emptiness

Just how well i‘m being

How thin i‘m becoming

All the happiness

All the dm‘s incoming

I must be famous or something

I wish someone would look under this cover

If its my mother a brother or a lover

I just want it to be recognised

To be recognised that i‘m not doing well

and its a long way down i fell

To come for me, to love for me, to fight for me

and to never leave me

But the longer i wait the more i understand

That there will be no one coming

And it has to be me I’m counting

I have to come for me, love me, fight me, and

never ever leave me

Its like in Phantom of the Opera

„Learn to be lonely

Learn to find your way in darkness

Who will be there for you“

And i think thats true

-B.I

Illusion

Dreams are wishes a heart makes

Thats why we make so much mistakes

We dont create our dreams with the brain

Its like the chess game

If you play with your heart

Your round wont be a long part

If you want to stay in longer

You have to be stronger

Stop creating dreams just by heart

I know thats the worst part

But if you want them to be real one day

Its the power of edurance that has to stay

And the unrealistic shit has to go away

So go pack your stuff

Cause this journey will be rough

Thats why you need to be tough

You ask me what you will need ?

Yeah in first place your feet.

-B.I

Frauenherz

Cro sagt er glaubt gott sei ne frau

Aber es ist ein mann das weiß ich ganz genau

Wär ers nicht

Gäbe es mehr licht

Mehr licht an den dunkelsten orten

Und mehr Wahrheit in worten

Mehr Gerechtigkeit auf dieser welt

Und das ende ist nicht so tief wenn man fällt

Es geht nicht so viel schief wenn man sich stellt

Und ein Reichtum an liebe statt an geld

-B.I

Checklist:

One:

always respect a caring mom

Two:

dont talk if you have no clue

Three:

be what you want your kids to be

Four:

always search for more

But five:

dont take more than you need to survive

And six:

dont use dirty tricks

Seven:

believe everyone could reach heaven

Because eight:

you don’t need to be great, straight or perfect

weight

Nine:

Treat yourself divine

Ten:

because nobody else can

-B.I

Enough?

Can you miss something you never had

Or is it just the feeling, that makes you sad

Every time you think about

the great moments you’ve left out.

You’re saying you were too scared

And not prepared

You had Too much doubt

And Too much to care about

But that shit holds you back

And leaves u with a ship wrack

So she packed her backpack

And started trying new things

Hoping its the feeling of joy, it bings.

Step by step getting closer

But one step further and it shows her

Again the face of the clown

Making her drown

showing it all was a joke

And had nothing to do with hope

Its like the creepy box

Its not the friendly music that shocks

Its the red big smile jumping in her face

Showing her all the disgrace and the hate

Thinking its her fate

To be always late

And get the last piece from the plate

Just the feeling of not getting enough

that made her so tough.

-B.I

Satisfied ?

Now I’m in his bed

This moment fulfilling every dream I ever had

Cuddles, kisses

and he treats me like a Mrs.

But there is no satisfaction in it

There has to be a problem with me, at least a bit

cause I thought we were the perfect fit.

Now my thoughts keep running crazy

Just like Donald Loves Daisy

and I dancing with Swazy

while smoking the blunt Bob said is hazy.

This makes no sense ?

Oh didn’t knew that, thanks.

I know I should enjoy

Not all men treat woman like a toy

But it’s so hard to believe

Because of all the pain I received.

-B.I

Leidensweg

Wie kann man dem schmerz entgehen

Wie kann man nur das gute sehen

Wie kann man positiv bleiben

Und nur glückliche texte schreiben

Ich will es wissen ich will es können

Ich will alles furcht einflößende im Fegefeuer

verbrennen,

die guten Träume auswendig kennen

Und die Freudentränen in der Sanduhr fangen

Nur wie soll das gehen

Ich kanns weder sehen noch verstehen

Wärs nur so einfach wie rasenmähen

Die leute sagen das schaffst du schon das wird

schon gehen

Du hattest bis jetzt ja auch kein problem

So blind kann man nur sein ohne schmerz

Denn wenn der körper leidet, leidet auch das herz.

-B.I

Wahre Gefühle

Ach wie vermisse ich es jemanden zu genießen,

so sehr dass mir die Freudentränen durch die

Adern fließen

und wie der Volltreffer beim schießen.

Ich vermiss es süchtig zu sein als würd ich

ersticken im Keim als würden alle Dächer auf

mich herab fallen

und der Himmel auf den Boden knallen.

Ach ich will ein Feuerwerk im Bauch

so wie’s dir geht nach deinem Lieblings Schmaus.

Aber wie soll das gehen,

wie soll so ein gewaltiges Gefühl entstehen.

Ich suche Tag und Nacht aber dennoch hat es mir

nichts gebracht.

Was ist der Fehler was ist die Lösung

ich will hinaus in die liebe ganz ohne Sicherung,

mit vollem Knall und ganzer Energie

geh ich hin und vergess sie nie.

-BI

Von mir, an euch!

Hey Tumblr ich hab hier nen text für dich

Ist doch ganz schön nett findest du nicht?

Also hör mir gut zu und gib mir ein offenes Ohr

Ich hab noch Großes mit meinen texten vor!

Ich bin zwar neu in der Textwriter Szene

Und ich denk noch nicht an Vertragsleiter

Probleme

oder wie weit ich gehe

bis ich mir eingestehe

was ich die ganze zeit nicht sehe.

Es ist ganz einfach einen reim zu gestalten

Er muss sich nur in deinen texten entfalten

und dabei graben in den dunkelsten spalten

oder warum glaubst du dass sich die menschen

so verhalten?

Lass dich inspirieren von der sonne oder Gott

Ob Allah Buddha oder findest du sie alle Schott,

bist Atheist auf dem weg zum nächsten Komplott.

Scheiss egal, lass dich nur leiten von deiner

Energie

Ob du sie findest im Griechischen im phi, in der

Mathematik dank pi

Oder von mir aus auch im sport auf den ski.

Schließlich findest du es in Büchern nicht

was deinen Texten Charakter gibt.

Denn der entsteht wenn du mit Gefühl und leid

dahinter steckst.

Natürlich braucht es noch einige Kleinigkeiten

und Feinheiten

um ein gelungenes Werk zu gestalten.

Doch das wichtigste ist dass die Leute verstehen

wovon du sprichst

Dass sie Verstehen warum du täglich zerbrichst.

Was ist dein leid was ist dein schmerz

und verpack ihn am besten noch in nem scherz.

Erzähl deine Geschichte egal ob traurig oder froh

Sei einfach du!

-B.I

Endloses Labyrinth

Ich versteh es nicht wie kann sowas passieren

Wie kann mich das glück so hardcore ignorieren

Versuche jeden tag zu verstehen

Was der Grund ist

doch ich kann ihn nicht sehen.

Ist das vielleicht alles nur eine List?

Damit du alles gute vergisst ?

Immer der spruch, hab kein selbst mitleid

Aber wie, wenn keiner so wie man selbst mitleidet ?

Überleg doch mal, denk doch mal ganz genau nach

Du kannst nie verstehen wies mir ging als meine welt zerbrach

Mag wohl sein dass du auch schlimmes durchgemacht hast

und deine Matura nicht geschafft hast

danach deine beste chance verpasst hast und von da an nur mehr ne last warst.

Aber was gibt dir das recht zu verstehen

Was die Menschen täglich durchgehen und durchmachen,

mit Großem schmerz alles schaffen.

Also lass dich nicht täuschen von dem Gesicht der Glückseligkeit

Denn es ist nur aufgesetzt in eurer Anwesenheit

Nennen wir es Arbeitszeit,

Denn das ist keine leichte Angelegenheit!

Zu täuschen man wäre fit

Und das leben ist der größte hit.

Doch das is alles nur bullshit.

Im Hintergrund zerbicht man

Du fragst wie man das alles dann noch kann ?

Ich sags dir es ist der klang.

Der klang eines liedes, völlig egal

Ob genre klassik, raggae oder tiktok viral

Es geht um die syphonie und Zusammenarbeit

Damit dir die Melodie im kopf hängen bleibt

Denn eines bin ich mir sicher

Wär die musik mein richter

Bräuchte ich nicht mehrere Gesichter.

-B.I

Nein zum Naiv sein.

I’m Endeffekt ist es alles nur ein gegenseitiges ausnutzen

das dich aufhält in deinem eigenen dreck zu putzen.

Once upon a time…..des glaubst du immer noch ?

Das kanns doch wohl nicht sein!

Aber fühl dich nicht schlecht

ich war auch mal so ein naiver Specht.

Ich dachte liebe gibt es überall auf der Welt,

1000de Hände die dich auffangen wenn man fällt.

Aber A,E,I,O,U

so naiv wie ich warst nicht nur du.

-B.I

Lügen Labyrinth

Sommer sonne sonnenschein

Ich bin so verwirrt das kanns nicht sein

Ich will ans gute der welt glauben und meinem

instinkt vertrauen

Doch wie soll ich es durchschauen?

Bei So viel hass und von liebe kein hauch.

Aber wer sucht sich das schon aus

Es ist wie das Labyrinth und die maus

Du kommst aus dem ganzen nicht raus

Es scheint so als gäbe es einen weg

Und es kommt nur raus, wer den richtigen geht

Doch es gibt kein ende, keine lösung

Halt dich fest, schnall dich an, check die

sicherung

Denn das was ich dir jetzt sag bringt vielleicht

Verzweiflung

Die welt ist nicht fair

Ich weiss das ärgert sich sehr

Aber sie ist nicht korrekt

Und sie hilft dir nicht wenn du in der scheisse

steckst

Es gibt keine garantie

Und die liebe findest du villeicht nie

Aber sei dir eines gewiss

Es ist der glaube und der richtige biss

Der dich trägt durch all das leid

Und durch all die negative zeit.

Du fragst was ich damit mein ?

Ganz einfach, du sollst sein

Du selbst sein

Und fällst du in einen graben hinein

Dann buddel dich nicht noch weiter rein

Strebe nach dem besten in dir

Denn glaub mir…

Du bist das beste an dir.

-B.I

Hard feelings.

Now I’m in his bed

This moment fulfilling every dream I ever had

Cuddles, kisses and he treats me like a Mrs.

But there is no satisfaction in it

There has to be a problem with me at least a bit,

cause I thought we were the perfect fit.

Now my thoughts keep running crazy

Just like Donald Loves Daisy

and I dancing with Swazy

while smoking the blunt Bob said is hazy.

This makes no sense ?

Oh didn’t knew that, thanks.

I know I should enjoy

Not all men treat woman like a toy

But it’s so hard to believe

Because of all the pain I received.

-B.I

Hello, welcome and thanks for listening!

Its so hard to start such a thing

But i will give you the best i can bring.

I want to speak out loud

Everything I’m ashamed of and proud.

Never been easy to express real emotion

But if you give it a try, give me a try…

my words will hit you like a massive explosion.

So please keep reading my quotes

It will raise your inner fear and hidden hopes.

-B.I

The Greatest Gift of All

(Inspired by^ for the people who asked :D hope it was worth the wait!)

*

Long before the war, before Captain America or the Winter Soldier, there was simply Bucky and Steve. At least, that's what history says. But they missed out one very important person, a girl called Y/N.

Women in those times often found themselves with little opportunity, and only two easily attainable pathways in life: wife and mother. But Y/N carved out a life for herself that defied all expectations, and it all started in Brooklyn.

She dived headlong into scuffles, usually next to Bucky in defence of Steve. Regardless of the opponent, Y/N stood by them both, and often held her own quite impressively.

Her dress style borrowed from more masculine cuts, and Y/N was never seen without her cap. A lot of people had a problem with this, but she shut them up fairly swiftly.

Everything about this girl drew Bucky in, a battle he fought with little effort. They reveled in each other, flaunting their love at every opportunity. More than a few were jealous that the rough and tumble girl got the best looking boy in town. 

In a way, before even coming of age, they started an adult life together. The three of them moved into a flat. Y/N and Bucky took hard labour jobs, or anything they could get. They had little room to be picky. 

Both managed to hook steady summer jobs at the local docks. They used most of their money to keep a roof over their heads, buy food, and pay for Steve's medical needs. He attended art school, and sold his work every now and then; but physically, he was in no condition to work.

The war appeared on the horizon, just as they started to pull themselves an inch above the poverty line. Y/N saw it coming, the inevitable. She treasured every second they spent together, and dreaded the day when the draft came.

A lot of the older women she worked with were disrespectful, looking down on her pre-marital relationship with Bucky. They claimed she couldn't possibly understand their grief, despite the fact Y/N had seen Bucky off at the docks that very morning. 

In truth, they already planned on being married, but at the time, they simply didn't have the funds. Bucky promised, once the war ended, that ring would be on her finger.

Except, he never came home. Not properly. The person Hydra gave back to Y/N was damaged and jaded, angry at the world, angrier than she ever saw. But still, they loved each other. Though she never forgave them for stealing away his innocence, for trying to snuff out the light in his soul. A part of him would always belong to them, and she hated it.

Refusing to stay home while they risked their lives, never knowing, Y/N trained as an army nurse, working specially with the Howling Commandos unit.

Then one day, she went out to welcome them back from a mission. Every face looked devastated, but none more so than Steve. His eyes, red-raw and streaming, seemed incapable of rising from the ground. At first, the realisation didn't process, the idea simply incomprehensible. He promised.

Dugan was the one to finally break through and catch Y/N as she fell, holding her as the tears poured. Once he shook off his daze, Steve took his place, sharing in her grief.

Her world fell apart so quickly, with no warning and no mercy. Their commanders celebrated the capture of Arnim Zola, while Y/N and Steve sat, staring at an empty place at their side.

Everyone mourned Bucky, and swiftly after, began to mourn Y/N, too. The loss took a part of her...the sparkle, the happiness, the laugh that lit up her face. It all vanished. She worked hard, looked after them all, but only Steve was able to make her smile. Even then, it looked pained.

So when Steve went down with the plane, the very last shred of Y/N died with him. No tears left her eyes, no screams ripped up her throat. A cold numbness took over, freezing the woman from the inside out. 

V-Day came and went. The Commandos stood and drank to their lost comrades, and Dugan silently drank another...for the loss of a bright, fiery girl who had virtually nothing to lose, and still lost everything.

She spent her days as a robot, doing nothing but going through the motions of badly imitating life. The flat was empty and quiet, yet somehow, bursting with the ghosts of her loved ones. Nightmares plagued her, terrible images of Bucky's body, forever trapped in a freezing hell, nothing but food for the birds. And Steve, his body...was it cast adrift in the ocean? Or destroyed, burnt to ash in the belly of a metal beast. 

They were simple folk before the war turned them into soldiers, into weapons. Before symbols and flags stole away their names, driving them to sacrifice their lives for a greater cause.

Y/N knew their fight against Hydra was important...knew the honour behind their sacrifice. But when it's you left sitting at an empty dinner table, it's much easier to be angry and bitter.

She never married, never settled, bouncing around countries working as an army nurse. The Commandos slowly died around her, each one fading to grey as the curtain drew the show to a close. Each death, each funeral ripped open her wounds, bigger and deeper each time. Until eventually, Y/N let the blood flow freely.

Or at least, that's what would have happened. But one choice, one decision, made by a boy she thought dead in the far future, changed it all.

*

Bucky Barnes struggled to find himself again. His memories were mostly all returned, if a bit hazy and fragmented. He had Steve there to right any wrong recollections, and connect with on their shared experiences. But something always seemed to be missing, a piece of the jigsaw that hadn't been found.

He remembered Y/N. He remembered her clearer than anything. She was glowing like honey in the sun when Bucky closed his eyes and brought her back to mind.

Face covered in muck, hair tousled and streaked with grease from the boats, soot on the very tip of her nose and a cap perched jauntily on her head; wearing the deepest expression of concentration as she aimed a hanful of rotten fish guts at the sleezy Connell boy from Fifth, who decided his opinion on her backside mattered. The image shone crystal clear. Her laughter, rolling out from between curved lips, beautiful and full of mischief. 

It never failed to make him smile. Or cry. Or sometimes, both. He missed Y/N than he thought possible for a human being. 

Bucky often wondered about her life, whether she went on to marry, or maybe even have children. Was she happy? Did she bury him and move on? If they met today, would Y/N even recognise the man he was now? 

More importantly, in his mind, something he both feared and longed to know: would she still love him?

Unbeknownst to Bucky, Steve saw all this. Understood, to a degree, his pain. But he and Peggy never got the chance to bond so strongly. He knew Bucky needed him, but Steve also knew he needed Y/N more.

So once his goodbyes were said, he looked one last time at Bucky, and smiled beneath his suit as he vanished into time.

*

The living room looked exactly the same as he remembered. Bucky's coat, slung over the back of the chair, his sketchbooks strewn around the desk. Every rip and chip. His heart swelled with nostalgia, and pain, thinking of the life they were supposed to have.

What must have been in their heads...running off to fight, so eager to throw everything away. And who was left to stare at empty beds and eat breakfast alone every morning? Y/N.

His chest constricted, hearing the keys in the door, the lock rattling three times before letting her in. His nerve faltered for the briefest second, wondering if he was ready to see her again.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Time's up.

Slowly, he turned, and watched as Y/N's eyes widened, all the bags in her hands falling to the floor with a crash.

"...Stevie?" The name came out as a whisper, nearly inaudible.

He grinned, laughing as tears stung his eyes. "Hey, spitfire. Long time no see."

"Steve!" She launched herself at him, arms wrapping around his neck and clinging on for dear life. 

Catching her by the waist, he swung Y/N around, burying his face in her hair. They held onto one another as if they might vanish if they let go. But after a minute, Steve gently pushed her back.

"How? How are you here? What are you wearing? I don't understand, Steve, they said you died! Your plane went down in the ocean," she stammered, hand on his forearm with a grip like a vice.

"I survived. The serum kept me alive in the ice for seventy years," he said, questioning his own sanity momentarily; standing in the flat again made everything that happened seem like a distant dream.

Y/N frowned, brows knitting together. "What? Did you hit your head? Steve, this is 1945."

"I know, I came from 2023. I'm alive," he said, and saw her mentally backing away, so added, "I'm alive, and so is Bucky."

Her head snapped up, eyes immediately filling with tears. A dozen emotions whizzed through them in a second; disbelief, pain, hope. It shone clearly in her face as she stepped closer.

What did you say?" She asked, voice choked as she brought her shaking hands up to her mouth.

"Bucky's alive," he repeated softly, "and I can send you to him, in the future. But we don't have a lot of time. You need to listen to me, carefully, and do what I say."

She spluttered, struggling for words. "I, but...what about you?"

"I've made my decision," Steve said, and gently took her hands in his, "now, please, listen."

*

Bucky watched the machine, feeling a wave of numbness wash over his insides. Nothing was a better deal than the pain, the cruel sting of betrayal fighting to be felt. But he beat it back, unable to allow those thoughts validation.

Steve gave up so much for him, he fought for years to get him here. Steve deserved this. And no matter how wrong those words sounded in his head, he resolutely stood by them. 

The seconds ticked by, noted by Bruce's countdown. A flash of guilt almost made Bucky explain what was going to happen, explain that Steve left them. Left him. But he possessed no energy to speak, they'd see in a second, when no one appeared-

Zap. A blinding flash of light.

There's someone there.

Bucky frowned, hands falling from his pockets. Did Steve change his mind? Did he...

All the thoughts in his head stopped as the figure stepped down. Too small, too lithe for it to be Steve. Bucky's heart rate quickened, something in his unconscious already registering his recognition. 

The suit fell away, and if he weren't frozen in place, Bucky wouldn't have been standing. A quiver shot through him, nearly buckling his knees. Shock, fear and pure disbelief all delayed his reaction.

Y/N looked around, amazed, but turned to stone as she set eyes on him. Her face went utterly blank, a strangled sound leaving her lips.

Wearing her yard slacks, with a small bag on her shoulder, her face covered in dirt, hair streaked with grease, cap perched on-top, slanted to one side...she was everything he remembered, and his heart tried to leave his chest to go to her. To be whole again.

But fear held him back. She didn't know the things he'd done, the person he became after the train accident. What if-

"Who is she?" Sam asked, glaring as he stalked towards her, an accusation rising on his lips.

Bucky answered without hesitation, or thinking; the question had been asked countless times over the years. It always recieved the same reply. "My doll."

Sam stopped short, glancing between them, the way neither took their eyes off the other. He nodded, brows still closely knit, and backed off.

Slowly, Y/N approached, encouraged by the sound of his voice. She reached out carefully, when she got close enough. Trembling fingers brushed his cheek, and a shudder ran through her. 

"My Bucky..." She said quietly, eyes roaming over his face, a small smile tugging at her lips, "...you're here, in front of me. Alive."

He swallowed dryly, heart thundering away beneath his skin. "I'm different...you don't know..."

No sooner had the words left his mouth that her eyes found the cold metal where his flesh used to be. In reaching to hold it, she'd been taken by surprise.

Gently, Y/N took the hand in her own, examing the limb with a careful gaze. Moments passed, and she met his eyes again. Bucky steeled himself for rejection, for the disgust and horror.

Her hand went back to his cheek, and he involuntairly leaned into it. The warmth seeped into his blood. She stood on her tip toes, the smile on her lips blossoming into a bright beam of sunlight. "You've always been my Bucky, and always will be. Metal appendages and all."

He fell apart and dove down to capture her lips, clutching her to him with the hunger of a starving man. She pulled herself in, hands tangling in his brown locks, and both tasted salt on the others' lips.

So filled with joy his heart could burst, Bucky revelled in the feeling of holding his girl again. Laughing through the tears, he buried his face in her neck.

Thank you, Steve, for the greatest gift of all.

[ ESCAPE ]

— 「 prompt 」 [ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone.

Manic laughter spilled past his lips, blood splattered across his pale features. A body ( ą ̵́͜c͘͠or̵̡p̸s͘͟e͠͡ ) laid at his feet, mutilated and most likely unrecognizable to whoever knew this poor PATHETIC soul. He still held his knife in his grasp, eyes darting between looking at his work and admiring how much better the steel blade looked when bloodied.

Soft footsteps echoed around him, Anti just barely hearing the sound. Perhaps another victim? He could play some more, there was always time for fun. There was no telling how long this other had been here, had they seen? Or did they just stumble upon this horrific scene? Anti laughed again, hoping to catch a glimpse of fear and despair on whoever was there.

He turns, quirking a brow up at his audience of one. Anti gives them a crooked smile, blue and green eyes glinting with M A D N E S S. ❝ Enjoy the show? Or did you miss out? I’d be more than happy to do a repeat performance if you’d like,❞ he laughed, voice harsh and grating to one’s ear.

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This is a Kazuha x Reader fanfic/fluff I made for @ticklish-n-stuff that revolves around receiving birthday tickles. (Happy very belated Birthday honey)

Kazuha x reader (romantic) [platonic if you really squint]

Ler!Kazuha Lee!Reader Gen-neutral reader 1,889 words

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It was sunny and warm. Today was your birthday of all days. You had found yourself lost in what to do. Having wanted to find a place of solace to relax, you make your way down past the trees, taking a breath in to enjoy the scent of nature and the comfort of the sun's rays. 

“I heard it was your birthday today”

A collected and warm voice sounds from behind you. You’d know that voice anywhere.

“Kazuha? What brings you here?”

You ask, turning to face the samurai who stood before you. His eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as he smiles and nods to acknowledge you. Walking closer, he makes his voice softer, just like the breeze that faintly tickles at your skin, answering you with his presence and a long-winded question of his own. 

“I just so happen to have a very keen sense of hearing. My ears pick up all sorts of sounds: the wind through the mountain passes, the parting clouds, the sound of foxes chewing on apples in the forest. This has allowed me to sense danger long before it has drawn near. It also has allowed me to overhear the hushed desires of your heart.”

There’s a pause between the two of you; the midday sun reflecting rays down on you both. Kazuha moves to stand in the way of the light, shielding you with his shadow before he continues. The daylight makes his hair glow, the small red streak almost blazing in the sun; The small bits of metal he carries on his person also sparkle. You can’t help but indulge yourself in staring, as he continues to speak. 

“Several pardons for the overhearing. That being said,  I’d like to make those desires of yours come true, that is, if you’re willing to allow me”

All you could do was stare, stunned at the swordsman in front of you. You were admittedly distracted. You had forgotten you were murmuring about your desire to be tickled on your special day. There’s no way he heard you murmur to yourself about wanting traces and tummy tickles of all things …right? After all, you'd be so embarrassed if he did…

Slightly flustered, you decide you can’t make him wait much longer for an answer, even though Kazuha was the type to wait for anyone. 

“…you don’t have to “

“Ah, but I want to.”

Kazuha softly interjects, reassuring and shutting down any self-doubt you had. His eyes are pure, full of patience and acceptance, encouraging you to ask for what you really would like on your special day of birth.  

Finding yourself looking at the ground, you can't help but smile. Already feeling loved by how Kazuha speaks to you, It takes you several moments, but due to Kazuha's acceptance and patience, you find yourself comfortable enough to ask for what you actually want today. To be loved… and of course, to be tickled.  

“Then, Kazuha… can you give me traces …and tickle me; Please?”

At your shy request, the samurai’s smile extends to his eyes. He gently takes hold of your shoulders with a reassuring squeeze, his plain and bandaged thumbs rubbing over each of them in a reassuring, comforting fashion.  

Kazuha's fingers glide down your skin, tracing from your shoulders down to your elbows. His thumbs gently dip into the bend of your arm. The pull of his fingers on the back of your elbows guides you to step closer to him. It’s almost romantic how gentle he is, the warrior criminally beautiful bathed in the sun. Ah, you’re distracted again…

“Why, of course. Just be warned, I’m quite… thorough when it comes to fulfilling a promise for ones I treasure as much as the moon itself.”

He  answers, both amused yet eager to continue once you give the okay

“Are you sure you’re ready, little moon?”

Flattered yet confused, you can’t help but ask what he had meant.

“Little moon?”

“Mm, I feel that the luminescence of the moon, its charming glow, and beautiful phases seem to suit you. This side of you you’re sharing with me right now, full of vulnerability and bravery is a phase of you I’d like to experience again.”

Kazuhas hums. His hands, already at your elbows, now slide down your forearms to your wrists. For what’s only a second, his fingers curl around your wrists in a loose, claw-like hold, allowing the nails of his left hand to trace the sensitive skin on the inside of your wrist. As the fleeting moment passes, he takes your hands into his.  Your fingertips being held by both of his. He rubs his thumb along the joints of your fingers. 

“So then, let us move a bit deeper into this tranquil forest, away from that of the wandering eye, little moon” 

Kazuha answers, a smile heard within his tone as he lifts your hand to his lips, placing a gentlemanly chaste kiss on your skin before gently letting go, his other hand holding onto your free one, intertwining his fingers with yours as you both travel a bit deeper into the forest.

“This scenery is wonderful... Surely enough to convince anyone to become a wanderer”

Kazuha softly interjects, his voice breaking the silence of the wind, speaking not to just himself, but to the forest around you both.

As you both walk deeper into the forest, you can feel Kazuha squeeze your hand, rubbing his thumb along the back for reassurance. Eventually, the woods begin to thin out, and the two of you walk into a bright open clearing with a quiet stream that runs through the middle. It’s bright and warm, much like his hand…

“This is one of my favorite places to be. In the fall, the maple trees look like amber and honey, like a fire next to the sky. Come with me”

You find yourself being guided to a large smooth rock, big enough for the both of you. Kazuha pats the warm stone with his hand, guiding you to sit next to him. Gosh, he smells like fresh grass and the open air. He looks so at peace here with you. You wonder what it would be like to hug him…

“Clear weather all around brightens the heart”

Oh, right, he was talking, you were too focused on his hand in yours

“My dear moon, I cannot wait to hear the melody of your laughter. Tell me, traveler…”

Kazuha starts, sliding his hand from yours, tracing his bandaged hand up and down the skin of your arm. 

“Your spirit seems to be the protective kind. Is your …tummy what’s ticklish the most? You’ve been shrinking away despite having been so brave as to make your birthday wish to me.”

He coos, his reddish eyes pouring deep into your own. His bandaged hand moves across your shoulders rubbing back and forth across your upper back

”There is no need to be embarrassed. It’s admirable and an honor that you’re able to trust me. I like frank people because we can freely speak our minds to one another. There is no need to hide anything that you wish to say. I hear the voices of all things in nature, and that includes yours.”

He continues while soothing you, getting you used to his touch. Gently, he pulls you in for a side hug while you focus on the river in front of you. You can feel him close to you, his thumb on your shoulder

“Like this”

He speaks, just above a whisper, guiding you to lay across his lap, tummy up. Your head resting on the rock. You feel him shift, taking off the top layer of his haori coat. He folds it and gently lifts your head, placing it underneath. You find yourself raising your arms by your head slightly, wordlessly asking for him to hold your wrists. Being the observant man he is, Kazuha notices and guides your wrists above your head. 

“May I?”

At the nod of your head, Kazuha's fingers wrap around both of your wrists as you lay sprawled out over his lap. He starts slow and teasing, tracing swirls and patterns over your ribs and tummy to build suspense. 

“There are leaves around — and I know just the tune to accompany them, if you wish to hear it. …that tune being your laughter~”

Kazuha interjects into the open air, whispering the last line close to your ear. His laugh tickles your skin, your smile widening, only for you to gasp when his fingers slide under your shirt to scribble at your ribs. 

Your breath hitches, and your smile stretches wide as giggles begin to spill from your lips. His grip on your wrists firmly presses you down into the fabric of his coat

“You’re a cute little one; This is quite fun. Your smile is as beautiful as the moon”

He muses, a smile evident in his voice. You can feel your face grow hot, only to squeal when his fingers move down to your tummy

“Oh my. Little Moon likes this spot, do they?”

Kazuhas scribbles turn to circular traces around your navel while you giggle and nod. His swirling gets faster as he gets closer to your navel. The swordsman giggles alongside you and looks down at you in adoration. When fingers scratch at the entrance to your navel, you jolt slightly, causing him to chuckle again, sliding his finger in. The samurai works with precision and care, wiggling and pressing against your belly button over and over as laughter starts to make you lightheaded. The only thing you’re able to focus on is giggles along with your own

“Hehehe tickle tickle tickle!~”

You find yourself squealing with delight, kicking and squirming, unable to break free. Kazuha watches your reactions the entire time, making sure not to push you too far, while also making you dizzy with joy. Just when you’re aware that he’s stopped, you feel his lips against your tummy. Before you can reply, he blows a very long raspberry into your skin. The buzzing causes you to shriek and try to curl up. Only then does he lean back, still holding your wrists while you catch your breath. 

Once you look a bit more aware, he leans over you, placing a kiss on your forehead and sliding something into your hands before leaning back and letting go. When you look, it’s a red braided bracelet with little maple leaf charms. Before you can express your gratitude, Kazuha begins to speak. You sit up, interrupting him with a hug. 

“I felt like something made from the heart would be a better g- oof! Hahaha, I take it you like it then?”

Kazuha chuckles softly as his voice lifts into question with a smile full of mirth. His arms returned the hug, his hold protective.

“Oh Kazuha, of course, I love it.”

You reply as you hug him. His soft hair against your face, his body warm and cozy. You could almost cry. When you pull away from the hug, kazuhas hands rest on your biceps. He looks surprised at first, noting the tears of joy in your eyes. Then, he smiles

“Happy birthday my little moon”

Kazuha replies, lifting his hand to your face. His thumb brushed away the tear. 

You were warm, you were happy, and you felt loved. A happy birthday indeed. 

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Your blog feels almost like an old library of arcane tumblr knowledge, art, and silly reblogs :3

I give you:

@blondiexbiites cont from (x)

Sharp, viper-like browns study the face of her latest captive as Maria leans back on her chair, heeled boots rested up on the metal table in front of her. The only furniture in the long abandoned warehouse she used for such interrogations as the one she had planned for the blonde. Pretty, like a sleeping beauty; though Maria is not easily fooled. Her own youthful beauty had fooled many men, but only another woman knew how the outward appearance of innocence could be weaponised against those who would underestimate her. A venomous creature wrapped in a pretty pink bow. One who had been making far too much noise in Maria's territory, and who had not heeded her first warning to move on and find a new hunting ground. The Mexican commander didn't give second chances.

Her right hand and some of her more trusted soldiers had tracked the blonde to the outskirts of the region, disoriented her with their chase until she was wandering the desert, starved of blood, and then struck. The vervain laced cuffs chained around the concrete pole had done their job keeping her at bay, though Maria had grown tired of waiting. Standing up, Maria slinks toward her like a snake inspecting its prey before the final strike. Crouching down in front of sleeping beauty, she waves the vial of blood beneath her nose. Something that would even make a vampire stir from a thousand year slumber were they hungry enough. "Levántate y brilla, princesa."

As the blonde begins to stir, Maria shoves the vial back into the pocket of her leather jacket saving it for later use. Eyes flash like a warning sign, the Mexican queen laughs dryly at the first words from her prisoners mouth. Crimson lips curl sharply into a dark smirk. "Oh, that's sweet you think this is a game." Head tilts to the side, inspecting the wound at the others head that was having trouble healing, likely put there by her soldiers. Slender hands reach to touch it, though the roughness with which her thumb strokes at the scar could hardly be mistaken for a caress. "I am sorry for the violencia, little one, but if you had listened to my first warning it would not have come to this." Maria pouts, feigning regret. She was never that sorry for violence; it was something she felt quite at home with, in fact. She lets go of the others head, standing up with a sigh as she turns, her back to her captive. "You have been making such a mess around town my generals have only just managed to clean up. One might say it seems like sabotage...." She reaches the table, inspecting the instruments of torture in front of her. Reaching for a sharpened dagger still glistening with vervain, Maria turns back to face her prisoner, one hand in her back pocket as she waves the weapon in the other. "I'm only going to ask you once - why didn't you leave when I asked you?"

ANSWERED ASK - DIDYME

@sinndbleds asked: ‘ This daylight thing is a bitch! I need more blood! ‘ For Didmye from Blaise, from Vampire Diaries prompts

Daylight - or the absence of it - had been one of her main complaints as a newly turned fledgling as well. Those first few years how she had wept to Aro that she missed the vibrant colours the sky made when it danced with the sun, the warmth against her face. He had attempted to make it up to her by having jewels crafted that granted them clemency from the suns fire and allowed them to walk in it. Hers, an amber stone nestled atop a delicate golden ring. A hollow gesture when he had not allowed her to keep it after burying her in the cold darkness of the ground. Perhaps the historian who had pulled both her and Blaise from their endless slumbers would have something to help.

Pulling another sheet from one of the many cluttered tables around the house, a rat scurries from the cloud of dust covering the antiques. "There, something to tide you over until nightfall." A playful grin shot back at her new companion. "There is a way for us to walk in the sun, though it requires magic. A lot of it." Slender fingers trace their way across the books sprawled amongst the mess. "Thank goodness our shared acquaintance was a fan of the occult."

closed starter for @cassvstark

when there was enough courtiers in winterfell for the great hall to be full at meal times, it was always a roll of the dice whether dacey would attend or not. there were times where she would go months without showing her face in the hall.

today was one of those times. it had been two weeks since the last time she'd eaten anywhere that wasn't her own chambers. the kitchen staff were used to checking where she would prefer to take her meals by now. if they didn't, it was likely dacey would not eat at all, far too polite to make a fuss.

today was different, though. cassana had decided to join her. that alone was enough to almost completely turn dacey's mood around. socialising with most people was often draining for her - but not with her little sister. around cassana, any anxiety dacey held almost evaporated entirely. she was grateful for that - as she was grateful for her company tonight.

"it's almost finished," she spoke of the tapestry, still hanging from the loom in the corner of the room, a complex pattern of silvers and forest greens, the lastest in a never ending series of works woven by dacey's own hand to steady herself when it was all too much. "it would have been by now, but i lost a few nights of work when owen held his ball. you can have it, if you want it."

closed stater for @percival-templeton location : owen's wifey search ball

if dacey had been uncertain about owen's choice to throw open the doors of their home to any unmarried lady looking to call herself a queen before, it had duplicated tenfold now that the hour had arrived. as the centre of the northern court, it was rare that winterfell wasn't housing a guest or two, but rarely was it quite as full as this. all of her favourite places to go to when she wished to look for peace were annoyingly full, and the result was this ; she stood in the hall, observing owen's ball, getting closer and closer to overwhelmed.

at some point, she had ended up outside, standing alone in the courtyard. it was not deserted here, either, but it was quieter than the hall had been, and the bite of the cold on her cheeks was enough to ground her, bring her out of her head and back to the present. that was what she had needed, a brief moment to breathe.

feeling a little more centred, dacey made to return to the ball, but came to an awkward stop at the door, her path blocked by a lord attempting to enter at the same time as she. she recognised him as percival templeton of the vale, but beyond his name and house, there was little else she knew about the man. graciously, dacey stepped back, giving him space to enter before she.

"apologies, my lord." her expression was serious, but not unfriendly. "please, after you."

closed starter for @lucius-rivers setting: on her way back to the north from king's landing, dacey stops in the riverlands and meets with her cousin.

dacey travelled slowly, if she travelled at all. she had left the north to make it to king's landing, her first time away from the lands of her own family, and expected to arrive home after the rest. it wasn't ideal, but having never been so far from home before, she didn't want to wear herself out, but did want to ensure she was making the most of her trip.

lucius rivers was not a man she knew well, but he was blood. that was what mattered to dacey. her mother's kin was a subject of curiosity for her, but she had always cared for them from afar. it made her a little nervous to be here.

swallowing her trepidation, dacey tried to still her hands, which were twisting together in her lap, and offered a tentative, but sincere smile.

"i'm sorry i didn't get to spend time with you in king's landing," she began. "i think this is better, though. i didn't care much for the city, but the riverlands is beautiful. you are lucky to call it your home."

it was the perfect night to be at club divine. between the place being packed out and the guest dj this had been one of the best nights in a while. salem met up with a couple of people at the club in vip and did some mingling amongst the busy crowd once she got bored of that. moving her way through the dance floor to the bar was a mission in itself, one too many drinks starting to get the best of her. a sigh of relief fell from her lips when she finally made it through. as salem waited patiently for the bartender to get to her the stranger a couple feet away caught her attention. "rum and coke please?" she said loudly over the blaring music while moving closer to the other. god knows she didn't need another drink but she was determined to let loose tonight. the face wasn't a familiar one and salem wondered if he was new to the area. it was a hard for her to believe she'd been here as long as she had been. "pretty good actually, i met up with a bunch of people here and they ended up meeting with other people so i guess you can say they kinda ditched me in a sense. or maybe i ditched them." she paused for a moment upon realizing she was rambling to a complete stranger. "but what about yours? are you here alone?"

Starter: Open [4 cap] @valpostart Location: Club Divine

The entire plan of moving him early to Chile had been his father’s and for once in his entire life Gael could not have agreed more. The moment he found out how far from home he’s be hr jumped at the opportunity. Went as far as looking into hotels and car dealerships himself to get everything situated before making the move. He didn’t pack his own clothing, or move it himself but that’s what employees were for. After years and years of doing shit himself he was more than happy to pass the boring stuff off to someone else. He was doing them a favor if he really thought about it, it wasn’t like their pay wouldn’t show out a smile on their face in the end.

He had originally wanted to reserve the VIP room but figured perhaps if he met a group of interesting enough people to take back there then he’d go for it. For the time being he enjoyed all that the club had to offer from the bar. The night was still young, and he had heard of some great amenities about that particular place.

Gael found himself moving between the dance floor and the bar, having one of the best night’s he’s had in a long time. No work to stress over for months to come, no sister, and most important no father to ruin his mood. “Can I get an amaretto sour.” He called out to the bartender as he reached the bar then glanced to the side at the person sitting, “And whatever they’re having. On me.” Gael turned his body towards the crowd and rested his back against the bar. “How’s your night coming along?”

status: closed for @acosmicdisappointment // mallory

"you know, in retrospect this probably wasn't the best idea." salem let out a small giggle before finishing off her fourth cocktail from one of the food trucks. when mallory suggested a pre-show pregame salem agreed without hesitation. now the two were drunk, or at least salem was, an hour before mallory's set. "we can either keep going or we can stop and try to sober up before you go on. either way im happy, i just need to be a little coherent for leon's set at least." she teased before pulling her phone out to check a text. "by the way, i am kinda pissed you aren't performing tummy hurts."

status: closed for @alkaliineee // solana

salem beamed as she strolled through the vineyard with solana. she couldn't contain her enthusiasm as the two picked grapes and placed them in the basket. "i'm super excited for this, can you believe i've never done a wine tasting before either?" she said to the other. grape picking and creating your own wine was completely different from salem's typical idea of fun but she was quickly starting to adapt to trying new things while living in valpo. "please don't roast me too hard on how little i know about it all." she said a bit embarrassed. "my parents are more of the whiskey in a dive bar types than wine sipping on a vineyard you know?"

Home pt. 3

(part 3 of the home series)

There were a lot of things you’d gotten used to as of late. Lying to your parents being first and foremost. You’d gotten surprisingly good at it. Unfortunately you hadn't gotten used to lying to your sister and as such, you were crashing and burning. Big time. Your sister had called you an hour before your morning alarm had gone off, before either of your parents had woken up, she had been a nervous wreck. Between the culture clash of dwarven vs human weddings and meeting in-laws your sister was close to a break down. It had never truly occurred to you that weddings- especially interspecies ones- could be so stress inducing. Her poor fiancée was clueless on how to help calm her and just as stressed. 

That was how you’d found yourself at their house pouring over wedding plans and getting a crash course in dwarven culture. They wanted a blend of both human and dwarven customs, a way to stay true to themselves and show they knew exactly what they were getting into. It was a romantic notion. Then your roll in the wedding had popped up. Your sister was adamant you were to be a guest of honor. Her fiancée agreed, after all they had decided days ago that you were going to be the one to walk your sister down the aisle. It had been well and good to talk about. Certainly something to ease the tension. 

“So (y/n), do you have a plus one to bring with you?” Your sister had asked as you helped look over dress designs. The question hadn't fully registered with your brain before you were opening your mouth. 

“Not really, I haven't been spending much time with my usual friends since taking another job.” 

“You took another job?” Your mind screeched to a halt as you realized what you had just said. Shit. Your sister wasn't supposed to know about that! God, you’d been so careful. There was still time to salvage this. 

“Ah, yeah. Its for your wedding present. Don't think you can get any more information about it though! Its a surprise.” You laughed it off but your sister wasn't fooled by your nervous fidgeting. 

“(y/n)…” Oh no. Not the concerned voice. You were a sucker for it. She cradled your hands in hers across the table and even her fiancée looked concerned for you. It was too much. You were so close to spilling your guts to them. 

“What’s that face for?” You asked with a mischievous smile. It was fake but your sister didn't need to know that. Not at all. She frowned at you as you carefully pulled your hands away. No doubt she wasn't going to let this go, but there must have been someone out their who loved you because she did drop it. 

“We’ll talk about this later, okay? Right now I need your opinion on what colors we should use for the theme.” The relief you felt was palpable. When you left, a full six hours later, your sister and sister-in-law crushed you into a tight hug. For a moment you didn't want to leave at all. But you had to. You couldn't stay with your sister forever, being a third wheel was not your idea of fun, and you had things to do. But you still lingered in their embrace.