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Send in “YEET” to throw an empty drink can at my muse

My muse has just woken up from a particularly vivid and terrifying nightmare. Send “Ssh, you’re okay” to calm and comfort them.

Dean’s shaking when he wakes, face flushed and damp with sweat and tears. He’s aware of arms around him, but it takes a good thirty seconds to realize it’s Bucky holding him. 

He gives the tiniest of noises of his distress. curling in against him in a ball, heart pounding and clothes soaked through. He hasn’t had one of these nightmares in awhile, but they always end like this.

He curls his fingers into Buck’s shirt, inhaling the familiar scent of his best friend and recently boyfriend, shuddering.

Send my muse a scent and see how they’ll react to it.

She doesn’t expect to win, that much is as obvious to her as it is to everyone else, and he's  no exception. James Barnes is a career of scary proportions, a victor who lived on to train more victors and there was no chance when she met him in the arena she was making it out of there. But he was kind enough, knew more about the world than the usual kids who went in there, that while she lie there bleeding out and thinking about Clint a hand went through her hair a couple times.

P'ros

You're hot

I'm hot

We'd be hot together c'mon

You don't treat me like I'm a kid

I feel like I might be one of your only friends

That knows you're alive

You're a good guy

Sometimes

Cons

You already said to stop so I mean 

I'm not gonna force you or anything

You might treat me different

I feel like I might be one of your only friends

You're a jerk

sometimes

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