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Begin Again: The War Was In Color
"I forgive you."
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"I killed your parents."

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Tony rubbed his left wrist before rolling the sleeve down over it. “I killed your parents”. Of course the universe would designate his soulmate as a murderer. Just his fucking luck. Eighteen years old, and already fucked up beyond repair.
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The Soldier stared at his right wrist. He did not understand the words written there. “I forgive you.” Before he could contemplate this more, the Soldier was frozen once more.
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After everything with Iron Man, S.H.I.E.L.D., the Avengers, and all the bullshit with nearly dying so many times, Tony is so done with the universe. Although most everyone that had a soulmate spent much of their lives searching for their supposed other-half, Tony didn’t even bother trying. His parents died in a car crash when he was sixteen, only for him to find out a year and
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Patient No. 346 (Steve/Tony)
James Buchanan Barnes, more commonly known as Bucky, shifted for the fifth billionth time in the uncomfortable-as-fuck hospital chair. His best friend, Steve Rogers, was asleep in the bed next to him. The little punk got the flu from one of the kids at his daycare, incapacitating him due to his already-horrible immune system. Bucky became alert when a nurse walked into the room. He was a little shorter than Bucky, leaner too. He had brown hair and eyes, with a sculpted goatee. He wore scrubs with characters from The Super Hero Squad Show. The nurse also had a shitton of pillows in his arms. “I come bearing the gift of pillows. Looks like your friend could use ‘em,” the nurse commented lightly.
Steve shifted in his sleep before blearily opening his eyes. “Fight me” were the first words out of his mouth.
The nurse just blinked at Steve before smirking. “They must have you on the good shit, kid.”
“‘m not a kid. Fight me,”
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How to Live When Someone You Love Dies
Love. Kindness. Family.
This is how I managed to get out of bed every day when someone I loved died. I remember when my dad told me on New Years Eve three years ago that my grandma was dying. Even though we always joked about her being older than dirt, she had always been healthy. I cried, I raged, I wanted to destroy everything until there was nothing left but the ashes of what once was. I was just grateful I had a friend who could come and visit me. My best friend Cas didn't even hesitate to drive over and sit with me in her house while my parents were at the hospital. I think that's when my life spiraled, just like Eli's. +
Though I am in a better place now, it was hard to live life without the one person I could ALWAYS go to for a hug, some stories, or to just be left alone. I had my safe haven torn from me like a bad wax job. I became a shell, and it wasn't until my parents finally acknowledged that it was more than grief that I finally got the help I needed.
At the time, I had al
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How To Love 1
Stiles was five years old when he realized that there was something different about him. His parents were going to spend some time with Mama McCall, who had been lonely for a while now. Scott didn’t understand it, but Stiles did, and sometimes Stiles wished he couldn't either. But being smart came with a heavy price.
Stiles stood in the doorway of his parents bedroom as they got ready to head over. Poppa was buttoning and Mommy was putting powdery stuff on her face. The child reveled in the transformation it brought to her. She was always beautiful but now Mommy was stunning. Like when Stiles stared at the sun too long and it burned his eyes. He walked over to his mommy, pleading with her to put him on her lap. When she did, they both watched her finish.
When Mommy was done, she looked down at her only son. “Do you want to try some make-up?” she asked. Stiles nodded enthusiastically. Noah didn’t put up any fuss about Stiles trying something “girly”,
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A Sunflower Can Never Be A Rose (Satan/Natalie)
When she had inherited the flower shop after her father’s retirement, Natalie never expected someone like Lucifer would come into her shop. It had started off like any other day. Natalie had been rearranging  a few corsages in the refrigerators just in time for the prom season. She was completely startled when the entrance slammed open. It was about one in the afternoon, so it was going to be slow for the next few hours. What surprised Natalie even more was who came to her little shop. His black hair was slicked back from his tan face, making his molten gold eyes stand out even more. She didn’t even care that he was covered in many tribal-looking tattoos, just that his toned arms were made even more obvious by the tight-white t-shirt. Natalie blushed at her thoughts, her face turning even redder when those stunning eyes turned to look at her.
The man practically stalked towards her, taking out his wallet. He slapped a $20 bill on the counter. “How do I passive-ag
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To Love An Archangel (Michael/Adam) by DeathLife97
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Shatter Me [You Make Me Feel Alive] by DeathLife97
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Begin Again: Mercy
Bucky breathed, setting his guitar down on the family couch before answering the door. Tony was coming over to help him study for his biology final. Tony wasn't even taking the class, but he had volunteered to help anyway. Not only was he smart and handsome, but kind as well. No wonder Bucky had had the biggest crush on the guy since freshman year. Opening the door, Bucky couldn't help but return the smile that greeted him. "Hey, Bucky! Let's get this shit done!" Tony said enthusiastically, pushing his way past Bucky into the Barnes' residence. He paused in the doorway, looking between Bucky and the guitar. "I didn't know you played," he said softly.
"Yeah. I was working on a new song when you came over," Bucky said with a shrug. "I could play it for you after we finish study."
Tony smiled. "Well, then let's get started."
Several hours and three cups of coffee later, Bucky was studied out, cell structures imprinted into his mind's eye. "Ugh, I don't think I'll ever be able to look at a
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Begin Again: Bleeding Love
Nightmares were rather commonplace in the Tower, so it wasn't surprising for Tony when he heard someone walk into the library as he played the piano. It was a particularly hard night for the genius, memories of Howard and Mom blending with horrid images of the Chitauri. He had only gotten three hours of sleep before being rudely awakened. Tony never stops his rhythm, playing a song that reminds him of James: "I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you. They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth. My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing. You cut me open and I keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love..."
As he finished, James came over to him and wrapped his flesh and bone arm around Tony's waist. "What are you trying to say, dollface?" he asked, pressing a kiss into Tony's neck, resting his face there.
Tony shrugged lightly. "Not my fault a lot of people are ignorant of who we really are."
James hummed in agreement. "We have the Avengers to support
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Remember 7: hurry up and save me
One of the many perks of being a supersoldier was the quick recovery time. With the spider bite, Peggy could recover more quickly than Pop and Uncle Bucky, but not to the extent that Wade can. That being said, she became conscious again while they were transporting her to wherever the fuck they were taking her. Peggy opened her eyes slightly, enough for her to seem but small enough so the asshats who took her would think she was still unconscious. About thirty minutes passed before they made a sharp right, stopping a little too quickly for the teenager. As they were unloading her, Peggy noticed they were in the warehouse district outside of Brooklyn.
This is such a cliché, Peggy thought as they placed her on the ground in the middle of the abandoned building (rude!), putting steel handcuffs on her. Peggy would've scoffed if it wasn’t for the fact that she was still “unconscious”. I wonder who the grudge is against, the teen mused as foo
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Remember 6: I don't know what's worth fighting for
“Miss Peggy, I believe it would be vital for you to check your latest email.”
Peggy blinked at VISION before turning her head to the ceiling (a habit her and Dad picked up from living with the other Avengers). She shrugged at the lack of detail, pulling up her email on a holoboard. At seeing the email from the principal, Peggy opened it, curious. By the time she finished reading the letter, her eyes were as wide as saucers and she was hysterically giggling. "Miss Peggy?” VISION questioned.
The innocence of the query was what pushed Peggy over the edge, falling to the floor in hysterical laughter. VISION rushed to her side, kneeling down to run a diagnostic scan of her health. Other than high serotonin levels, she was healthy. “I’m fine, Vizh,” she told the droid, “I just wasn’t expecting that.”
Vizh tilted his head in curiosity. “May I see?” Peggy nodded, watching as VISION stared blankly for a few seconds before his eye
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Hey everyone!! So I'm writing this journal in the hopes of finding someone to do some artwork for me for the next couple of stories I'm gonna be writing soon. If anyone is interested, please message me so we can work out how things are going to work out. Thanks a bunch for taking the time to read this!! Love 

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