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multiwrites​:

           she looks at him     like he has all the answers   ;    and though he’s had a couple more years experience of getting acclimatized to this new freedom,        he’s still unsure about how to spend his time.                  to pretend he has some hidden knowledge that she doesn’t know about would be dishonest.                         “  i’m still not quite sure myself,       to tell you the truth,      yelena,  ”                          bucky admits after a moment,                returning her curious,     if soft,      gaze.                        “  you seem to be doin’  just  fine  for yourself so far,  ”                       he tells her with a quirk of a brow.                         “  give yourself some  credit,       yeah?              you’ve gotten this far.  ”                          he gives a shrug,        an edge of a smile that borders on hopeful.                           “  we can figure out what to do together.                ―   if  you  want.  ”

To her, he DOES have all the answers. He got out - the first to do so. He turned his life around, said GOODBYE to the voices in his head ... or so she had heard and he was on his OWN. It was all up to him whether he liked it or not and she envied the fact that he seemed to be figuring it out without breaking down. But she didn’t SEE the sleepless nights he went through to get here, the cold sweats, the doubts running through his head at any given moment. The SAME things she went through on the daily, up til’ this very morning when all she could DO was cling to Fanny until the sobs in her chest that threatened to boil over went away. All she saw was THIS, the gentle eyes and the touch of a smile. To her, he had it all and she itched to have the same. So yes, she nodded at his soft offer and his attempt at a smile was returned with one of her own. ❝I’d like that.❞

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liiteratim​:

   felt as though she could see through him, knowing that he’d feel some shred of guilt having left her there. or some guilt that any memory she’d had of him prior to them meeting now was of someone he detested. feared. someone he works every day to remove himself from. her words distract him from spiraling thoughts, and for a moment, a slight smile traces his lips. “it’s yours if you want it,” the story, he means. “won’t tell anybody i made it up.”

   he’d always feared that he was just doing these things, his amends, helping other widows to help ease his conscience. maybe it’d grant him a dreamless sleep for one night. it felt somewhat selfish, despite the sincerity that enveloped his words. of course, he doesn’t doubt that yelena or the other freed widows needed his help when it came to making a life on their own, but he knows how overwhelming it could be to be thrust into a world without anybody but yourself to tell you what you have to do. “an’ what are you doing these days, pilot?” he feels more comfortable sharing his curiosities now that they’ve spoken for a while (and that’s really saying a lot) — was she still in hiding? unsure of what to do? he wouldn’t blame her if that were the case, there was … a lot of uncertainty, a lot risks that accompanied coming out of the shadows. but he doesn’t need to tell her that. bucky drinks, knowing he couldn’t feel the buzz from it.

There’s a slight chuckle in her voice as she MUTTERS SOMETHING along the lines of how GENEROUS of an offer that was, and with that, she lifts the drink to her lips and takes a sip. Eyes drift sideways towards the rest of the bar and her lips TWITCH upward at the sight she sees. People laughing and having a good time - not a care in the world. Couples are dancing DRUNKELY in every damn corner of the room and it hits her just how FREE she was in this moment. Sure, she’s traveled the world time and time again, but has she ever really stopped to SEE it? To see these moments? The PEOPLE living their lives in each state, in each country? No. She knows NOTHING about the world except what they SHOVED into her, and even then it wasn’t a WORKING knowledge. Just second hand, twisted with propaganda. And for once, just for a moment she itched to change that. To FINALLY live for herself. It wasn’t always easy, but with him it felt a little less HEAVY of a weight. And his question seemed PERFECT for her idea. As he voiced it, her light eyes slid BACK to his and for a moment she just watched him. What kind of answer was he PREPARED for? What was she up to these days? Hell, Yelena couldn’t even answer that question TRUTHFULLY to herself let alone to him. It hurt too much. She’s been RUNNING from the truth for weeks now, so FOCUSED on her task at hand that she could not even SPARE a moment to think about herself. She couldn’t or she would break. So instead of answering, the girl slipped from the stool she had been sat upon and held out her hand almost PLAYFULLY towards the once solider. ❝Can’t speak for THESE DAYS, but right now I’m lookin’ to dance. Wouldn’t mind a partner?        ❞ It’s a loaded question, one that’s two fold. She needed this distraction, and he was here to help her.

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I was hoping to get done by 7 today but oof I am gonna be here for houuuurs longer lol. Rip me

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shieldpost​:

“Well,  let’s  just  hope  he  is  like  Bruce  Banner  and  can  revert  back.  Or  else,  well,  you  better  find  a  bigger  hat  for  him.“  John  points  out,  a  signal  with  his  hand  atop  of  his  head  to  signal  a  big  hat.  Not  ideal,  he  knows  it’s  best  to  lay  low  after  everything  that  had  happened  and  this  wouldn’t  help  them,  not  one  bit.  “So  far,  she  just  wants  us  to  surveil  the  security.“  Which  would  be  easy,  it’s  simple  recon  that  even  John,  in  all  of  his  need  for  action,  can  do.  He  is  going  to  therapy  after  all,  and  has  his  own  dog  back  home  that  helps  him  deal  with  the  trauma  and  bad  sleep.  “So  I  guess  I  should  grow  a  beard.“  He  already  has  a  4  o’clock  shadow  but  if  he  wants  to  be  more  unrecognizable,  he  better  grow  one.  “what  do  you  think?“

Scoffing at the mans ATTEMPT at a joke, Yelena lent back in her seat and relaxed once more. There was no USE getting worked up about it yet. She didn’t know ALL of the details, and she was sure, once she did it would make more sense. Perhaps there was no guarantee that she would agree with the PLAN, but at least she’d know all the ins and outs. Eyes rolled quickly at his words but ultimately she nods. Recon. Simple enough. A daily occurrence in her life, but why did they BOTH have to go? Just in case things went sideways and the woman’s timeline sped up a bit? Better safe than sorry she supposed. At the mention of him growing his beard out, Yelena couldn’t help but chuckle. With a shrug of her shoulders, she responded sarcastically. ❝Maybe. Might help the        ❞ The blonde gestured vaguely to his face, ❝problems you got going on right now.❞

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rewatching heroes because it was a good show and i just ... i don’t know if they really PLANNED out that whole Peter/Claire thing because they had way too much chemistry in s1 to be related. And yeah, she’s 16 or so I forgot about that after all these years lol. but like, still tone down the energy my dudes that’s your niece. 

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herosborn​:

@sisterwidowed​ asked:1. [unlikely kiss] - Your muse kisses mine, but they are not in a relationship with one another, so it comes as something of a surprise. Works for enemies to lovers, rivals with sexual tension, unrequired-or-is-it dynamics, crushes, etc.      Some sexual tension / attraction prompts

SHE  HAD  BEEN  STAYING  FOR  WEEKS  WITH  THEM  NOW.  Every  day,  she  tells  him  she  might  leave  that  day  and  he  pretends  that  he  will  keep  the  quinjet  ready  but  she  never  leaves,  and  a  part  of  him  is  glad.  Her  presence  has  lighten  up  the  mood  around  the  place,  and  somehow,  through  their  connection  with  natasha,  they  found  a  common  ground.  She  is  good  at  what  she  is  doing,  and  she  is  always  eager  to  help  in  any  fight  or  mission.  They  return  from  one,  and  it’s  night,  everyone  should  be  asleep,  except  them.  At  this  point?  he  won’t  tell  her  he  is  worried  because  that  would  hypocritical  of  him.  So  instead,  he  puts  on  soft  music  and  hand  her  a  beer  to  celebrate  and  somehow,  they  ended  up  facing  one  another  on  the  couch,  speaking,  bodies  almost  draping  over  one  another. 

 “you  did  good.  I  wouldn’t  want  to  see  you  leave,  yelena.”  he  likes  her.  her  presence.  The  compound  has  enough  room  for  her  to  stay.  The  silence  is  prolonged  so  much  he  doesn’t  think  he  process  what  is  happening  as  she  presses  lips  against  his  own  into  a  kiss.  muscle  memory  makes  him  press  against  before  she  pulls  away.  surprise  and  bafflement  as  they  stare  at  one  another.  it’s  a  split  second  decision  before  he  drops  his  bottle  and  leave  it  to  one  side,  as  hand  moves  to  grasp  on  the  back  of  her  head  and  pull  her  into  another  kiss,  firmer,  and  sure  this  time.

Today’s the day. It’s the thought that’s repeated in her head for weeks now. She’s gonna do it. She’s gonna leave. FOR REAL this time. Hell, she’d even PACK up what little belongings she had and put the bag over her shoulder. But once it comes TIME to go? She DOESN’T. Maybe tomorrow. Or the next day. Yes. Definitely the next day. Again and again this happened, until one night she simply didn’t see the REASON to pack. That was the day she ended up here, on the couch with the man in charge himself after a rather EASY mission. Was this a celebration? It felt like it ... but at the same time it felt more INTIMATE. Like he was celebrating HER rather than the job they had just done. 

❝Maybe TOMORROW.           ❞ It’s said with a small smile, but part of her means it. Tomorrow. It seemed like a BETTER day to leave. And then there is silence. She stares up at him and it feels as though time is frozen. She’s then hit with the OVERWHELMING realization that she’s never trusted a MAN more than she trusts him. He has her back, checks in on her, fights by her side and is always ready with a kind word and a SMILE. After years of being USED by various men, the very idea that one could be THIS GOOD hit her like a freight train, and thus she was moving before she could even think her actions through. She had to show him that it meant a lot to her. But KISSING him? It seemed rash, but she was doing it anyways. Lips pressed against his quickly but it only LASTED that long. Yelena pulled back with an apology UPON her tongue. ❝I’m SOR         ❞ He cut her off with another kiss and she couldn’t help the SQUEAK that was pulled from her as he reeled her in closer.

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sicariav​:

     It is a peace offering. One that will hopefully keep her entertained like a babe in a crib or a toddler with something shiny. No one told him he’d be babysitting more often than not. There had to have been someone better suited.

     Sticking a child out on their first run with him was…

     HYDRA didn’t make mistakes.

     She’s hungry, at least he knows what to do to assuage that. He’s in civilian clothes stocked in their poor excuse for a closet, false back shifted to permit him the access to stow his unused guns, hers too. One for his belt, knives for her. Until he learned what made her trigger finger itch she’s limited on recon.

     “Get dressed.” He doesn’t mean the Widow’s suit, sweet as it fits her, he chooses a gaudy sunflower dress and lays it over the foot of her bed. Sticking out like a sore thumb sometimes helped you blend in.

     Thumbing through the cell provided there’s local hotspots to eat at closer than he thinks. One in particular suggested be their choice of dining. The target’s having his weekly meeting.

     Habit, or more aptly reflex, slides his gaze to the time staring static back at him. 32 hours since he’d been woken up.

     “Seafood shack by the shore. Target arriving in 30. We’re to arrive in 15.”

Yelena MAY have been a child compared to most of the people he surely worked close with in the past, but there WAS a reason they trusted her with this mission. She was the best in her class if you could call it that - and this was one of the final tests. To see if she could be OUT there in the world, regarded with LESS eyes as the mission ticked onward. She was keen to pass it, if not only because it meant she gained an OUNCE of freedom. 

Eyes had flickered back to the TV as the man began to stash their weapons AWAY. She didn’t like the thought of being without her knives, but he was the boss. If he wanted her on recon, she’d be on recon whether she liked it or not. And then that HIDEIOUS dress was tossed onto her bed and a frown crossed upon her features. REALLY? Brows furrowed in silent response and for a moment all she could do was stare at him. To see if he was SERIOUS. He seemed to be. The blonde THOUGHT about arguing, but she knew him better than that. 

It was pointless. So with merely a HUFF, the girl grabbed the dress and disappeared into the bathroom. Perhaps she didn’t have to, as his eyes were currently GLUED to the phone in his hand, but hey ... the girl could have a moment of privacy if she so chose. Once dressed, she emerged from the separate room and held her hands out by her SIDES. ❝Why do I get the feeling you picked this thing out by yourself?           ❞ 

The dress was rather BRIGHT and in your face. It screamed that she wanted attention and sure, that could be used to their advantage but did it have to be so MUCH? One redeeming quality perhaps was that it hugged her curves rather well. She caught sight of herself in the dingy mirror as she crossed the room and with a prolonged glance, she decided maybe it wasn’t TOO bad. Save for the PRINT itself. He spoke out an order without even looking up at her, and all she could do was roll her eyes before slipping on her shoes in preparation to leave.

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there be early morning sin on my dash and yelena is feeling .... weak

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at a trunk or treat thing with my mom selling stuffs she made. be back later

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Coolllll so hours later it still says I have 6 messages but none of them are showing. I wonder how many things I've missed lol. Seems like if I messaged people first it works fine but??? Ugh fix your shit tumblr

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power is still out and idk if my internet is just bein fucky bc of it or what but tumblr keeps telling me i have inbox messages (it says 6 rn) but nothing is there

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icb the power just went out. im livid

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How do you prefer to interact? Memes? Plotting?

oh man honestly it depends haha. if i POST a meme that's generally a good way to do it, but I don't think I've posted more than just a shippy one on here so far so otherwise just talk to me lol

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i am checking in every so often here, just in case something big happens or whatever, but i am ultimately on a different blog tonight! gotta catch up there i’ve been neglecting it for so long. hope to do the same to steve and the rest of my drafts on here and harley by this weekened *fingers crossed*

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❝                      It was REAL to me❞

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a shippy meme

@liiteratim​ asked :  “ do you even know what you do to me? ”

Bucky’s words coming from the COUCH made the girl stop mid stride out of their SHARED bedroom. She quirked an eyebrow up in his direction and cocked her head to the side. What was he talking about? And then, eyes shifted downward and a sly SMILE was brought to her face. OH. Right. She had decided on wearing on of his TSHIRTS around the apartment for the rest of the evening as he got the movie ready on the TV in the living room. That must have been it. With the MYSTERY solved, she made her way over to him and cheekily straddled his lap without asking for permission. The answer was ALWAYS yes after all. Then, blocking him in somewhat by putting either hand on the back of the couch around his head, Yelena SMILED down at the man. ❝I have NO idea what you’re talking about ... why don’t you TELL me?❞