#Bedroom Kandi

[xxx-ang3l-w1th-a-sh0tgun-xxx]

RAND∅M TH1NGZ 1N MY R∅∅M!¡!¡! ×D

[metoidionasty]

3/3/2007

[labratboygirl]

FEELING SO HAPPY AND JOYFUL ilove feeling happy and joyful

[absentlyabbie]

going to bed before i burst into actual tears of helpless frustration because for the third time in as many weeks, my computer has decided that despite paying for 500mbps internet, i'm only allowed an oscillation between 2.4-40mbps for absolutely no valid reason, and whatever i did to somehow make it work again last time absolutely will not work this time

[madspresley]

today's outfit- green velvet pants, navy blue long sleeve crochet crop top, oversized black "versanchez" shirt, platform black boots with chains & only silver hardware. the usual suspects, kandy bracelets, silver anatomic heart necklace with a rusty skeleton key, and my pink cat ear beanie. i'm trying something new with this tumblr, i'm not really sure how it works since my parents were so strict with social media in the early 2010's. im thinking outfit checks, makeup ideas, talks about being queer, and actually having a blog i care about. for more on me, check my socials. all under @madspresley 🫶🏼

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Soo BBG, since you decided to challenge me I’d like to offer you the same challenge:

Slutty Drabble, the first character you think of~

Have fun and Take. Your. Time. Don’t want you stressing yourself alright?

Just a little bit where dark!Bucky punishes you.

Ohhhh bbg, I had a lot of thought since I got your request but I guess this one will be the best?😏😏

Pairing -> Dark!Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Warnings -> 18+, Minors DNI, smut, dark!Bucky, mean!Bucky, jealousy, oral (male!receiving), deep throating, using of a toy (fem!receiving), degrading

“Think you can look at my best friend like a little whore, huh? Fuck, take it you fucking little slut,” Bucky say through gritted teeth. His cock pushing further down your throat and you gag around his huge length.

He hates when you look at another man, not caring who it is. When he is talking to someone your eyes have to be either on him or on the ground, how can you even dare to look at someone who isn’t Bucky?

“Such a slut, cock hungry little whore. Think you can look at him without consequences?” He growls, thrusting his cock in and out of you.

Honestly, he loves to see your fucked up look. Kneeling in front of him, big, watering eyes looking up at him while he uses you like he pleases. A sex toy pushed into your pussy, hitting all the right spots while you’re not allowed to come. In case you do, he has a worse punishment for you and Bucky has stamina, he can fuck you all night without problem, denying all your orgasm until you almost pass out.

Your fingers dig into his thick thighs while saliva runs down your chin and over your chest. Bucky loves that, he could let you suck his cock all day, making you choke on it.

Your walls clench around the toy in your tight, dripping pussy but you’re too focused on recognising it. You try to press Bucky away, needing a moment to breath but he doesn’t give it to you, just thrusting in a brutal and fast pace into your mouth, smirking when you try to cough.

“Fucking whore, see what you’re doing to me? Turning me into an animal. You made me fucking jealous and I hate it, but won’t lie — love seeing you fucked up in front of me, taking my cock like the slut you are,” he groans, finally pulling out of you.

You immediately inhale deeply, your mouth and throat aching. Bucky’s big hand grasps your hair, pushing you closer to his cock.

“Take my fucking balls in your mouth, come on. Now you want that, want to suck my balls. Both, doll! Take them both or make you,” he groans when you lick over them before you try to get them both into your mouth.

Bucky’s balls are huge and you struggle to get them both into your mouth. But you also don’t want him to help you because you know he isn’t in a mood to play games or be soft.

“Fuck, that’s it. Yeah, suck them. And don’t you dare to come over the toy,” he says, looking at your grinding hips. He knows you’re close but he doesn’t want you to come just yet, you haven’t earned it and the night is long and Bucky has to punish you for being such a whore.

“Good girl, taking my balls in your slutty little mouth. Fuck, come, take them, fucking suck them whore. And then we are going into the bedroom, how does that sound? Yeah you like that, huh, whore? Like the thought of being tied up to the bed, letting me fuck you like the fucking slut you are,” he mumbles, already thinking about a few ways he is going to fuck you before you get his cock and before he even thinks about allowing you to come — because when you come only over his cock.

Taglist: @kandis-mom @sergeantbarnessdoll @identity2212 @km-ffluv @lunaalovesyouu @bucky-barnes-lover @blackhawkfanatic @armystay89 @suz7days @etherealdisneyvillainness @pono-pura-vida @somnorvos @meowmeowyoongles @randomawesomeperson102 @rogersbarber @sebastianstanisahotmf @felicitylemon @cjand10 @bookishtheaterlover7 @casa-boiardi @futurequeen2018-blog @flstrawberry @capsbestgirl77 @nervouseden @jiyascepter @princesscore-angel @mrs-katelyn-barnes @sasha-writing @fanfictionreaderfan

[nostalgiclittlespace]

40 Regression Activities

Just some ideas of fun stuff to do while regressed!

Blanket fort

Baking 🍰

Audiobooks 🎧

Journaling ✏️

Make an agere wishlist 🎁

Make an OC for your favorite Little Space show 📝

Decorate a paci or collar (you can draw one if you don’t have a real one!)🐶

Play with Legos 💛

Kandi bracelets or other DIY jewelry 💍

Craft kits 🧵

Listen to music that makes you feel small 🎶

Write a short story or picture book 📕

Come up with jobs, favorite things, etc for all your stuffies (it’s a fun thing to put in your agere journey!) 🧸

Make an agere moodboard based on the last movie you watched

Bathtime 🛁

Have a picnic (you can even have one inside!) Invite all your stuffies! 🧺

If you’re having a bad day, have a therapy session with your favorite stuffie friend. I’m sure they’ll have some great advice! ❣️

Scavenger hunt🔍

Origami📜

Blocks 🧱

Dress up 👑

Make/use a sensory bin 🎀

Write a poem 💌

Fashion show with your toys 💖

TV 📺

Going to the park 🛝

Reading 📖

Video games 🎮

Drawing/coloring 🖍

Sticker book ⭐️

Have a photo shoot. Go to the park, garden, etc and bring some toys!📷

Sew a plush (careful with the needles! Recommend CG supervision!) 🪡

Look at nostalgiac things on eBay 🪁

Go to the arcade, or play arcade games on your device 👾

Make/write postcards 🌆

Make a movie or play with your toys as the actors 🎥

Learn, practice, or play an instrument 🎷

Reorganize your toys, bedroom, play space, or art supplies 🎨

Decorate something with glitter and stickers ✨

Dance party 💃

[lives-in-midgard]

Bucky is wondering why you aren’t giving him cuddles and kisses🥺🩵

Hey 🥰

Thank you for sending me this message and I hope you like this idea I had!

Oh, no I hope Bucky and I didn't have an argument?

Or maybe something happened and we aren't talking right now.

Or what if you're hanging out with someone else from the Avengers a lot lately and Bucky started to miss you?

Let's imagine this scenario:

Bucky woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. It took him a few seconds to remember that he was in his room in the Avengers compound. Bucky looked to the right side of the bed and couldn't see you. He started to wonder where you were and why you aren't cuddling with him.

You normally don't leave your and Bucky's room in the middle of the night but you couldn't sleep and didn't want to wake up Bucky, so you decided to go to the living room for a while.

You were sitting on the couch when you suddenly heard someone walking into the room.

"Doll, why aren't you in bed?" Bucky asked as he walked near you.

"I couldn't sleep and didn't want to wake you up." You said and then noticed the sad look in his eyes. Did Bucky cry you wondered?

You quickly stood up and placed your hand on his cheek.

"What happened?" You softly asked.

"Doll, can we please cuddle?" He asked and reached for your other hand.

"Of course we can, babe." You said and walked to yours and Bucky's bedroom to give him all the cuddles and kisses he needed. After a while Bucky opened up to you and told you about the nightmare he had.

Taglist:

@marvelogic | @eviebuggg | @buckys-wintersoldier | @nicoline1998enilocin | @kandis-mom | @sergeantbarnessdoll | @noellez-best-life23 | @beaubbdoll | @sgtgarricks | @ratchildspartan | @scott-loki-barnes |  @mrs-bucky-barnes-73 @mrsbuckybarnes1917 | @brnesblogposts

[arachnidcakery]

Haii Here's all of my Sparklecare and other works by KC related kandi, + almost every Sparklecare thing I have around my bedroom ! :3

(apologies if it's kinda messy- pfbzvqbh)

[avengersfantasies]

A Night With Him in Bucharest - 10

Summary: Having another baby isn't as easy this time around.

Taglist (people who asked and that I think may be interested): 

@pattiemac1 @justsebstan @crist1216 @kandis-mom @winterslove1917 @lady-loki-barnes-djarin @vonalyn @gojoismysensei @mavrellover91 @natashasilverfox @ilovetaquitosmmmm

Bucky has a Tumblr! @bucharestbuckybarnes

“Dammit,” you sighed – looking at the negative pregnancy test in your hands. You walked out of the bathroom and over to Bucky, who was laying in bed on his laptop. The sad look on your face told him all he needed to know, and he moved his laptop to the nightstand.

            “Come here, baby girl,” he said with his arms open. You fell into his arms and soft sniffles came from you. “It’s okay, love.” He rubbed your back gently.

“What’re we doing wrong?” you asked him – feeling depressed and defeated.

“We aren’t doing anything wrong, doll,” he assured you – kissing the top of your head softly. “It just takes time…timing has to be right.”

“What if it never happens?” you asked. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “What if we can’t have another?”

His hands gently held your face. “Don’t think like that, baby…It’ll happen when the time is right…Until then, we’ll keep trying.”

“You promise?”

Bucky held out his pinky for you to hook yours on. “I pinky promise.”

You hooked your pinky with his, and a small smile appeared on your face before Bucky leaned forward and captured your lips with his.

            Three months. It had been three months since you and Bucky started trying for another baby, and so far, nothing had happened. Your period had been late a month ago, and the two of you got excited, but it turned out to be an irregular period. You were getting depressed, and it was noticed by the littlest member of the family.

            “Daddy?” James called out to Bucky as he sat in the living room and watched tv with him.

            “Yeah, buddy?”

“Why momma sad?” the toddler asked. “Is okay?”

Bucky gave the little boy a soft smile. “Momma and I are having a hard time with getting the baby.”

The three-year-old cocked his head at his dad. “What dat mean?”

Bucky put the little boy in his lap and brushed his long hair from his face. “Well, buddy,” he began, “a baby has to be made.” James raised an eyebrow – the look of confusion making Bucky chuckle. “Momma and I have to make the baby, but it has to be the right timing.”

“Like a cake?”

“Exactly!” Bucky smiled.

“Well, why it so hard?”

“Because sometimes the timing isn’t right, buddy,” he explained, “but, we are going to go see a special doctor that can tell us when that right timing is.”

            You could hear your boys talking out in the living room, and the one thing you needed at the moment was their hugs and kisses. You pulled yourself out of the bedroom and made your way out into the room with Bucky’s soft, red robe wrapped around your body. You caught Bucky’s attention, and he flashed you a gentle smile.

“Momma!” James squealed and moved over so you could sit in between them.

            “Hey buddy,” you smiled softly and kissed his head. “You and daddy talking?”

James nodded. “’Bout da baby.”

“Told him that we’ll figure it out,” Bucky told you. “Which we will, okay?”

You nodded sadly, and James wrapped his little arms around you. “It otay, momma. You and daddy make baby ‘oon.”

Your eyes widened as you looked over at Bucky – unsure of what he had told the toddler. But you let it go – holding your little boy as close and tight as you could. “I love you, buddy,” you said with a kiss on his cheek.

“Lobe you momma,” he replied – giving you a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

You smiled over at Bucky and saw the teary smile on his face. “Hey buddy, give daddy a big kiss!”

James turned to look at his dad and quickly hugged him – kissing him on his cheek and giggling when Bucky started tickling the little boy. Watching your boys play and hearing their laughter filled your heart with joy, and it made you want to add that new family member more than anything.

            You and Bucky sat quietly in the car. The news you had gotten from the doctor was not the news either of you wanted. Tears ran down your face, and Bucky tried his hardest to come up with something to say that’d make you feel better.

            “We will figure this out, sweetheart,” he said, his voice soft yet serious. He gently grabbed your hand with his. “There’s no such thing as never.”

            “You heard what Dr. Alikson said,” you scoffed. “The serum is unlikely to come together again on that kind of molecular level.”

“Unlikely doesn’t mean impossible,” Bucky stressed. “There is a way, and we will find it.”

You looked to him with tear-stained cheeks. “How?”

“I’ll contact Banner,” Bucky suggested. “He may have a way to help us.”

You nodded and sniffled – holding onto his hand tightly as he drove the two of you back home.

[gaysindistress]

Sad girl - thirteen

summary: James has an interesting new business proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing, Bucky’s smartass, the feelings, angst, Anthony being Anthony

word count: 2k

part 12 | series masterlist

taglist: @missvelvetsstuff @angelsincident @spencerreidisagorgman @i-have-no-life-charlie @esposadomd @reader-without-a-story @unaxv  @iateall-yourcookies  @alana4610 @kandis-mom @beware-my-thorns @ozwriterchick @littlelizardlizzie @goldensunflowe-r @wh0reforbucknasty

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

The moment they arrived at Bucky’s, she had thrown open the car door before he could open it for her and brushed past him up the stairs. He had felt her anger before but this time is entirely different. There’s a budding relationship at stake now, the flower just barely peeking out of the soil and any turbulent weather would destroy it. He had to figure out a way to apologize at the very least if he wanted to save what they had, however, she isn’t going to make it easy by any means. 

“Doll, wait” he calls after her when she disappears inside. 

Steve comes out, looking back at her and then at Bucky, “Do I want to know?”

“If I’m not in my office in 15 minutes, send help,” he huffs, chasing after her inside the house. 

She hadn’t worn heels that day so there was no clicking to be heard but the heavy thuds of her boots do echo as she continues to march up to her room. Bucky’s footsteps aren’t far behind her which pisses her off even more. 

Turning on her heel now only feet away from him and catching by surprise, “Stop following me.”

“Will you just stop for a second then?”

“Why? You didn’t care at the café or in the car so what changed?” she spits with disgust. 

“You were the one who came at me first,” his nostril flared in vexation at her attitude. 

Her mocking laugh bounces off the walls, “After you pulled some shit.”

She spins away and resumes her march onward, leaving Bucky irate and fuming. He has to clench to stop himself from saying something stupid. 

“Doll this is your last warning; stop,” he demands, his voice drips with authority. 

However she doesn’t stop, throwing open her bedroom door and nearly slamming it shut but his hands stop it, rings making harsh sounds as they land on the wood. 

“I told you to stop.”

“And I told you to stop following me.”

He is on her in seconds, spinning her around so that her back meets the door. Caging her in with hands on either side of her shoulders, he stares down at her with menacing blue eyes. 

“Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. Me” she hisses as she tries to shove him away from her. His left-hand grips both of her hands and pins them to her chest so she can’t move. 

“I asked you politely to stop once and then I had to ask again. I don’t like to repeat myself, let alone chase angry brats up the stairs,” his hot breath fans against her face, “Now are you going to behave?”

Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, “Are you going to get off of me?” A sinister chuckle leaves his mouth as he continues to stare down at her, “No, now don’t make me repeat myself.”

A quiet ‘okay’ comes from her, soft under the harsh gaze of the mercenary. She’s never seen his menacing side up close before and it was terrifying to see the gentleman she’s come to know act this way. 

“Good girl. Before you decided to be a brat, I was trying to apologize for setting up that meeting with Anthony. I should’ve talked to you about it beforehand but as we know, you don’t like to do as I say so I had to make an executive decision.”

She tries to speak but his free hands clasp over her mouth so she can’t. 

“I’m not done speaking,” he pauses to ensure she’s listening, “I had hoped that my goodbye would’ve turned out differently but I guess we don’t get what we want sometimes. I have to leave early for Washington D.C. for an emergency meeting. I was going to surprise you with a weekend away but I don’t think you deserve it. Regardless there will be a party Friday honoring Steve, Sam, and me, and you will be joining me. Nat has all of the details and will keep an eye on you while I’m gone. Do you think you can behave until then?”

Every fiber in her body is on fire with anger and lust but mostly anger at his demeaning words. Men like him are every inch of dangerous they seem to be and it was stupid of her to assume he wouldn’t use his power over her as he is now. She wants to slap him to set him straight but she’s not in the position to make any power moves. Instead, she nods and resists the urge to spit at him when he moves his hand away. 

“Good girl, Doll. Remember if anything happens, Nat will tell me.” 

“I’m aware,” the slight challenge is enough to make him smirk but not enough for him to reassert his dominance. He releases her hands and backs away. 

“While you’re out dress shopping, make sure to get matching wedding rings. I planned for us to do it together but it looks like that won’t happen.”

“Do you want a simple one or one to match the size of your ego?”

“Whatever you pick will be just fine, Doll,” he kisses her forehead which should be a sweet gesture but is really just a callback to the first time he did it; a move to show he’s in control. 

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A week is plenty of time to plot your revenge against an asshole husband who had tried to control you and treated you like some stupid housewife, right? It seems as though it is just the right amount of time for her to plot her revenge. There are several ways she could go about this however the best option is the one he least expects. 

During her week, true to his word, Nat hadn’t left her side and was always within a three-foot radius of her. When Doll moved, Nat moved. It was a bit exhausting however she did like her so it made for a fast week. Their first outing had been to find rings which proved to be harder than they had anticipated. 

They had found her ring within half an hour, a 3-carat eternity band to match her 3-carat solitaire radiant engagement ring. Finding Bucky’s, however, took nearly an hour. 

“What about this one?” Nat had been holding up a simple black band when she’d asked Doll. 

“No, that's too simple. We need something just big enough that it’s annoying,” she’d replied as the jewelry counter person gave them both weird looks. 

“Ah, I see. What about this one?” This time she’d held up a ring that looked like it belonged to a football player who had won the Super Bowl. 

“Jesus he might actually kill me if I showed up with that,” Doll laughed as she continued to search. 

Both of their eyes went on the same ring; a silver signet ring much like the one he already wore.

“Excuse me, can this be engraved and how long will it take?” 

“Yes Madam it can be engraved and for you, we could have it ready in two days,” the French jeweler said as they took the ring and began the process of checking the women out. 

Nat rolled her eyes as Doll made sure that Bucky would feel her revenge. 

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He had tried to text, call, and even facetime her while he was away but she barely answered. His messages were met with short responses, his calls either declined or lasted less than five minutes, and she only picked up his facetime call once. Steve harassed him endlessly about how whipped he was and how he needed to get over the honeymoon phase already. He was met with legendary side eyes and one-word commands from the brooding mercenary. 

At this rate, he would be surprised if she even showed up. His only confirmation that she was alive and still planned on coming to D.C. was Nat’s updates. The latest of which had been a secretive picture of Doll trying on dresses for the gala. She was trying on a red floor-length dress that was a halter top with an open back. The caption that accompanied it said: “She hates the red. Any color suggestions?”

“The red looks the best.”

“Are you even trying to get on her good side? Pick a different color and I won’t tell her what you said.”

“Fine black is her signature color.”

“You’re the worst. Remind me to never take you shopping.”

If Nat kept sending him pictures, he might hop on a plane back to New York and beg for forgiveness on his knees.

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“I don’t know Nat. I’m not really feeling the red but I can’t go with black because that’s too obvious. What about blue? Or white?”

Nat lounges in the boutique’s chair, phone on her lap as if she wasn’t secretly sending pictures to Bucky. Doll fiddles with the sides of the dress she’s currently wearing, turning in every direction to get a better look. 

“For someone who claims to not care what he thinks, you’re sure doing a lot of worrying.”

“And you’re terrible at hiding the fact that you’re taking pictures.”

“It’s for safety reasons,” she tries while taking another picture, this time not even trying to hide it. 

“As in you’re tired of Bucky blowing up your phone, asking for updates so you’re voluntarily sending him pictures to get him to stop,” Doll says as she steps off the pedestal and heads to the dressing room. 

“He’s getting really irritated that you’re not answering his messages or calls, ya know? Ignoring him isn’t going to make him any nicer the next time you see him,” Nat calls after her. 

“Ignoring him is a welcomed side effect of planning my revenge. Black or white?”

“Bucky says black.”

“White it is.”

Nat chuckles at the other woman as she goes back to her phone. Stepping back out of the dressing room, she’s wearing another floor-length gown that’s white with feathers across the top. 

“Mmmmm,” she hums as she adjusts the top, “No. The white is too bright.”

“Isn’t that what you want though? To be the center of attention?”

“If I wanted that, I would just show up naked.”

Nat chokes on the champagne she is sipping and has to cough as she looks over at Doll, phone to her ear. Doll starts laughing at her reaction but it quickly dies off when she sees the phone in Nat’s hand and the horrified look on her face. 

“I don’t know what did you hear?” Nat says into the phone, “Hm I think you need hearing aids. We’re almost done here and then we’ll be headed back to your place to pack. Goodbye.”

“You are going to get yourself into big trouble,” she points at the other woman with a warning. 

“How was I supposed to know you were on the phone? You didn’t warn me.”

“I don’t have to tell you every time I’m on the phone. Hurry up before he shows up at the house, ready to fight someone.” 

She sticks her tongue out at Nat as she walks back to the dressing rooms once again. Neither woman say anything as she changes into the last dress. The second white dress was not her first choice but it’s looking like it might be her only choice. Sliding it up her body, the sleeveless mermaid gown had a corset top the wraparound style and central slit gave it the elegance she was looking for. The corset has horizontal draperies that gracefully accentuate her shape and to top it off, it has a small and neat train. 

“Nat,” her sing-song voice flows through the air as she waltzes back to the mirrors. 

“My my Mrs. Barnes, don’t you look dazzling?” the other woman fiends fainting at the sight of her. 

“I think this is the one.” 

“I agree,” Nat pauses to glance at her phone, “and your rings are ready so let’s get out of here.”

[tessatales]

The Sins of the Winter Soldier Chapter 3

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Warnings: there’s a sorta flashback that contains: Parent loss, murder and blood. Usual warnings for nightmares.

Theme: mention of blood! Death and nightmares! Read at your own discretion

A/n: Hey! I hope you like chapter 3! I promise it will get more hectic/dramatic soon! Find Chapter 1 here

Tags: (please comment if you want to be tagged!) @scott-loki-barnes @kandis-mom @identity2212

Chapter 3

“Can I tell you something?” You ask the Solider. His face blank as he stared at the wall.

You weren’t sure how, but you’d ended up making it your new routine to visit Bucky after a nightmare. You’d wake up, dripping with sweat or your voice raw from screaming; the dark shadows of your room dancing with glee as they seemed to watch you drag yourself back to reality before taking yourself to the kitchen and then down to the Pit.

“I’m only meant to tell my therapist about my nightmares.” You said between bites of cookie, knowing by now you weren’t going to get a peep out of the man in the cell.

“But sometimes it doesn’t work. Dr Green just wants me to try and pick them apart, to analyse and decode them until they’re nothing more than bits. In my experience, demons don’t like being picked apart.” You continue, throwing your hands wide in exasperation.

The Winter Soldier said nothing. The only movement being his steady breathing as he sat in the middle of the cell.

“They all start the same” you begin as you lean against the railing. Your voice bouncing off the bare walls.

“I’ll be in my childhood bedroom, I’m 12 and I wake up to the sound of knocking on the front door.” You shudder as the memory begins to take up space in your mind.

“My mom passes my bedroom to go and see who it is, I can see she’s in her dressing gown.” You say, shaking your head as a bitter smile creeps onto your face.

“I remember thinking it must be late if she’s in her pyjama’s. She never gets dressed for bed until at least midnight”

“Wondering who it was, I snook out of my room, I had my blanket over my head because I always thought that made me harder to see from the downstairs hallway.” You laughed without humour.

“She’s barely opened the door when the blade slits her throat. She grabs at her neck and stares up at me, trying to shout for me to run as she choked on her own blood” You finish, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel a surge of emotion course over you. When you open your eyes again, he’s watching you.

“That’s not my only nightmare. But it’s one of the most frequent.” You say as you focus on stopping your hands from shaking. You can tell he’s still staring, his gaze heavy on your body as you slowly get yourself another cookie.

“Do you have nightmares? Or did Hydra do something to stop them?” You ask after a few minutes, the silence to loud after your confession.

“I feel like they’d stop you having dreams and stuff. Would give you to much subconscious freedom maybe.” You muse as you munch on your next cookie, stopping mid chew when you see his eyes flicker. Unsure what you saw, you shuffle closer to the cell.

“You do have nightmares, don’t you?” You say again, squinting as you watched for a sign of recognition. Sensing he’d let something slip, The Winter Soldier dropped his gaze to the floor.

“Fine. Don’t talk to me.” You say in a huff, standing quickly before swiping your cookie bag off the floor and stalking out the room.

——————

“Try not to blow my head off this time” Wanda joked, her feet hovering just off the floor as she glided around you.

“No promises there” You reply, shaking out your limbs as you readied yourself for today’s training. Since you were cleared by Dr Green, the avengers had enrolled you in various training schemes. While Hydra had already trained you in several forms of deadly combat; the teams had thought it appropriate to train you themselves.

“Hydra have trained you to kill, we will train you to decide when its absolutely necessary to”

Natasha had said during their first day of training. And the team had stuck to their word. With each day consisting of one of them showing you how to hold back.

Where Natasha and the team worked on your hand to hand deadliness- it was Wanda who worked on your power control.

“Focus Y/N” Wanda said, placing her hand on your arm to bring you back to reality.

“Sorry, I’ve not been sleeping well” You admit, shaking yourself out of it.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, we can try again later if you like?” Wanda said as she floated into your line of sight. You shook your head, slapping a smile onto your face as you centred yourself.

“I’m okay, I need all the training I can get” You replied with a shrug. Wanda hovered a moment longer before moving to float just behind you.

Once you were sure she was out of the way, you closed your eyes, listening as Wanda began to speak in your mind.

“Remember Y/N, you don’t need to focus on the emotion, you need to find and take hold of the power itself” Wanda whispered, her magic caressing your face as you focused on the memories.

You felt the electric shocks of your power snake its way up your body as you focused on the memories of your time in Hydra, the horrific images flashing behind your eyelids causing you to flinch.

“Good. Now forget the memories and take hold of the power” Wanda continued in your head, her voice a comfort as you chased the blue-green tendrils in your minds eye. Taking hold of these tendrils made your body tense up, every fibre of your being becoming electric as the power overwhelmed you.

With a shout you let go, the same light your saw in you head bursting behind your eyelids as it was released into the room. Dropping to your knees, it took you several seconds to bring yourself back fully, your breathing ragged as you waited for the strength to come back to your limbs.

“Well done Y/N! That’s the closest you’ve come to holding your power in check.” Wanda said as she crouched down in front of you.

“I still nearly took your head off” You deadpanned, wiping your sweaty hair from out of your eyes. Wanda shrugged.

“The amount of magic I used for the shield this time was nothing compared to the first time we trained. So I’d say it’s progress.” Wanda replied as she helped you to your feet.

“Speaking of progress, how’s Bucky?” You asked as you took a drink. Wanda picked at her nails as if in thought.

“I’m not sure. According to the scientists, his brain is reverting back to before the brainwashing. And from the induced hypnosis they’ve been getting Steve to run with him, he’s beginning to remember. It’s slow, but he is technically showing progress.” Wanda said, magicking the door open as you both walked out of the training wing.

“I sense a big but coming” You coax, feeling the apprehension coming from the Witch.

“He’s not speaking. All the memories are coming in images via the sensors he wears during the sessions. Nor is he eating for that matter, they’ve been having to restrain him and inject him with supplements to keep him from deteriorating.”

“Wouldn’t the serum keep him healthy?” You ask with a frown, trying to rack your brain to remember everything you’d read from Steve’s file. Wanda shrugged.

“We’re not sure. Hydra made the serum themselves so we have no idea if it has the same benefits as Steve’s.” Wanda said, her brow knit with concern.

Thinking back to your nights in the Pit, you tried to remember if you’d ever seen him go anywhere near the plates of food that appeared on his cell floor. The more you thought, the more you realised just how much you’d missed. With a quick goodbye to Wanda and a new found determination in your chest, you marched back to your rooms to prepare for nightfall.

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You march into the Pit at midnight, your thoughts festering to much for you to wait any longer.

“Why aren’t you eating?” You demand, crossing your arms over your chest as you stare the soldier down. Silence.

You don’t know why you expected anything else. With a huff you sat down, not bothering to keep the safe distance you usually did as you dumped yourself inches from the cell wall.

“You’ve been here weeks. The scientists and Shield say your brain has made progress, so why won’t you speak?” Your voice is quieter this time, the anger you first came in with depleting. The Soldier looked at you.

Since beginning your nightly routine, you’d avoided keeping eye contact with the assassin. Your caution taking over your curiosity every time. This time you didn’t. Squaring your shoulders, you settled yourself as you continued to stare into his eyes.

It felt like you’d been staring for hours when you finally noticed it, the micro adjustments his eyes made as he looked between your eyes and the space between you and the cell wall.

“You’re scared.” You say, the shock to thick to disguise in your voice. His says nothing, looking away quickly.

“You are. Aren’t you?” You whispered now, trying to bring him back. Once he’s looking at you again, you continue.

“You don’t need to speak. Just listen.” You say, pulling yourself up onto your knees as you kneel even closer to the cell wall.

“You know exactly who I am. And you know that Hydra want me. I’m sure when you first got here, every time I entered the Pit you thought of how to escape and take me to them like the good dog you were.” You made sure to emphasise the were as you spoke, keeping his attention on you.

“But since then you’ve started remembering. And there’s something the scientists and the Avengers haven’t thought of, isn’t there?” You continue, watching the man in the cell for any kind of reaction. He stared at you now, his eyes almost pleading. Whether for you to voice his turmoil or to stop, you weren’t sure.

“You’re remembering everything.” You finish. Watching as the deadly assassin flinched.

Watching the man in the cell, you noticed yet again how fragile he seemed to be. Hydra’s deadliest assassin was fractured. You drop your gaze to your hands, a newfound anger towards Hydra boiling in your chest as you clenched your fists.

“Yes” said a voice in the dark, the deep baritone of it brittle and croaking from the lack of use. With a startled gasp, you looked up.

“Why don’t you eat?” You ask in a hushed voice, not wanting to break this spell you both seemed to be in.

“I’m a monster” Was his reply. Though you were unsure, you could have sworn you saw him swallow back his emotion.

You were speechless. The silence after his confession weighing down on both of you as it became hard and harder to talk.

“The Winter Soldier is a monster. He ruthlessly killed and kidnapped without a second thought.” You began, squaring your shoulders again as you readied a response.

“But James Bucky Barnes was a World War 2 hero. Not only that he was Captain Americas right hand man as well as Steve Rogers best friend.” You continued, keeping your voice strong as you watched him shift uncomfortably under your gaze.

“Bucky Barnes died helping Captain America. He died helping to save the world from a terrible threat. And in a cruel turn of events he ended up becoming that enemies deadliest asset. But the Winter Soldiers gone now. It’s time for Bucky to come back” You finish, getting to your feet as you delivered your final verdict. Placing your hand on the force field wall, you felt the electrical zing as it gently repelled you. But your message was clear. You believed in him.

“Goodnight Bucky” You whispered, smiling softly at him as you dropped your hand and silently left.

Bucky POV.

“Well that was interesting” Dr Banner mused as he stepped out of his hiding spot, the clipboard he’d been holding hanging loosely from his hand. Bucky said nothing, merely stared at the spot Y/N had vacated only moments before while he listened to his heartbeat roar in his ears.

A/n: Chapter 4 can be found here

[arinaborevich]

18.12.2023 | Cozy bedroom in guesthouse, Kandy, Sri Lanka

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 27

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As you marched along the tower, between the two soldiers, you suddenly laughed out loud.

Bucky smiled confusingly and looked down at you.

You looked up at him. “Feel like I’m in trouble. Being marched along by the Sargent and the Captain.” You burst out laughing again.

“Bucky threw his arm around your shoulder and laughed. Bringing you close he whispered, “Well maybe a spanking could be in order.”

You stopped laughing and the thought of it sent heat all through your body.

“Well, that certainly silenced her Buck,” Steve’s eyes twinkled in amusement. “Think she liked that idea.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want her silent Steve. What do you think?” his arm still around you, squeezing you tightly to his side.

“Nope, louder the better,” Steve winked at you.

And your face reddened even more.

“You two are such flirts," you puffed, rolling your eyes.

You finally got to the resident's lift and all three of you stepped inside. As the doors closed you felt a pair of arms turn you and push you against the wall.

“What the hell,” looking up at Bucky who immediately started kissing you. As soon as he stopped kissing you. He turned you around to face Steve. Who took your face into his hands and kissed you with as much passion. When he finally let you go. You were breathing so hard you thought you’d faint.

“Missed you Y/n," Bucky whispered behind your ear and started kissing just below it.

You moaned. And he kissed down your neck. “I miss the noises you make too.”

“Bucky,” you moaned again.

“We got you doll, we promise we are going to take care of you," he said sincerely.

Steve grabbed your face again and kissed you slowly.

You were so lost in the moment, it took you a minute before you realized Bucky had pushed you behind him, he and Steve stood in front of you. Then you heard Steve talking to another voice, you realized someone else had stepped into the lift. Just as you were about to ask if they were embarrassed by you, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Swollen red lips, mangled hair. You couldn’t help but smile knowing they did to save you from any embarrassment.

As whoever left the lift, the boys turned to you ready to apologise. You nodded your head and smiled "I get it. But maybe next time if you want to make me look this wrecked, we do it in the bedroom."

“Deal," Bucky replied kissing you softly.

When you got to the bedroom. The bedroom you had once all shared, the amount of time you had spent away from Bucky and Steve finally dawned on you. You threw yourself into Steve's arms “ I missed you both so much," you said between each kiss.

You stopped and turned to Bucky, who had tears in his eyes. You smiled at him and brought your hand up to his cheek. “ I love you, James. I love you, Steve. I have never loved anyone with my entire being more than I do you two,”

Bucky gently grabbed you and brought you into his chest. Hugging you tight he replied, "Love you too, Y/n."

You then felt a hand rubbing your back softly, and you broke from Bucky to hug Steve. "You have no idea how much I love you Y/n." he smiled in your hair "But, we are willing to show you every day if you let us."

And all you could do was sob and nod your head yes.

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[emabatis]

WIP Intro: ON SCENE

The World:

No one knows what year it is. The destruction of culture has become culture. The remnants of the fore-world survive in what used to be teenagers' basement-bedrooms and graffiti in school hiding-spots. Factions form out of which version of counter-culture should become the new dominant force of the world (excepting the factions who believe no one should.) It's chill, though. No one's gone to war about it or anything.

The Premise:

Now that you know what the world is about, forget it, because our protagonist just woke up, and she barely knows how to operate her body, let alone how to argue about petty differences in music taste. She doesn't feel like overloading her new companions with questions, though, so she's banking on the most reliable and accurate way to obtain information: osmosis. She, along with her new wells of knowledge, are going to something called a "concert." Something in her tells her to be excited about that.

Genre: Post-apocalypse (but weird and chill), coming-of-age.

Themes: The role of counter-culture and sub-culture in a society, the multitude of ways information is passed down through generations.

Characters:

The Capsule Kid - Total blank slate. Just trying to figure out what everyone's talking about. Gender: Doesn't know what that is Pronouns: Whatever the speaker uses (The narrator uses she/her)

There's also Handle-G, certified hoodie guy, Barb, who lives up to her namesake, Mealy, the young kandi-maker, Podentia Sciury, with a secret recipe for everything, Miktor the tuba guy, and so many more.

Status: Drafting's done! Just have to write the thing.

Check out excerpts and more in the tag #on scene wip

[swampgallows]

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wish i wasnt so fucking angry all the time because i honestly do have a lot of love to give but it's like there are eight billion obstacles in my way preventing me from doing the easiest thing in the world (loving) so instead i get very frustrated and pissed off. i love wow but people only want to talk about the parts of it that they hate or spoil things from months in the future so they can be preemptively pissed off about it. i love rave music but im not allowed to play it on my speakers. i loved going to raves but now i cant go without risk of getting very sick with covid. i used to like making art but now i dont have the space or energy or privacy for it. i love making kandi but i now never get to trade anything ive made. i like baking when i get to do it but i get harassed the whole time about when it will be done. i want to try more cooking but im not allowed to buy groceries without ensuing psychological warfare. now i cant even leave my bedroom without a mask on because people in my house do whatever and get sick and then blurt "it's not covid".

"wowww you dont work you just stay in bed all day huh sounds like the dream" go ahead, sit in your bed for 4 years. for every incremental advancement you make, have it snatched away from you. feel your life get smaller and smaller. have zero privacy, income, or autonomy. contribute nothing and be important to no one. yearn to contribute and be told that you aren't worth the chance to do so. fail to contribute when you finally get the chance. yeah, what a fucking dream.