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[ubiytsa]

khakerskayavdova‌:

her eyes track him as he makes his way across the room and settles down out of striking distance. smart, but it also meant she would have time to react if he tried anything – even though her reaction time has been dulled somewhat by the medications. 

faina watches his face, looking for telltale signs of deception. though, he has more training, more experience, and perhaps it is foolish to be trying to get the better of him. but the one thing that stands out most is how little has changed. she is no longer a child, but the soldier? no wrinkles or grey hairs or anything that would indicate the passage of time. 

in fact, if it were not for his outfit, he might simply have been ripped from her memories to sit before her now. and yet, something is different – something intangible, unquantifiable. 

“what do they want with me?” she asks. it seems impossible that the enemy has no plans to hurt her. why else learn how to withstand torture?

     Knowing in his heart she likely wouldn’t accept the truth, people like them didn’t really understand altruism, but he owed her honesty all the same. With a small sigh, he settled in, forcing himself to appear relaxed in the hopes it’d put her at ease. “They want to help you put the Red Room behind you.”

     Not that it was ever going to be entirely behind any of them, but that wasn’t a reason not to try. There had been other girls saved in the past, and some results seemed promising. For Faina’s sake, he hoped she’d take to the change but that future seemed far off. 

     Words seemed to escape Bucky as he wracked his brain, trying to find a way of explaining what they hoped to do for her. Everything that came to mind seemed too patronizing. Settling on his best he leaned in slightly. “We got you away from them. You don’t have any more training, no more missions. Once you’re better and safe to go there are people who will help you find a future for yourself.” 

     He hardly believed his own words and he knew they were true, causing a sinking feeling to take hold over him, already suspecting this would take longer than he thought.

[ubiytsa]

So I’m officially in quarantine. Not sure what I have yet, but I am as sick as a dog right now. I now have time to sorta be online but until I can breathe again it’s not going to be much.

I do just want to say one thing, however. I work at a grocery store and the past few weeks have been hell on earth. I’m talking 10-hour shifts, 9 days straight kind of hell. I’ve been coughed on, I’ve been touched by strangers and I’ve been screamed at for shortages that are in no way my fault. There are no protections for us right now in many stores, and management is desperate for all hands on deck. The internal conflict in most of these stores is immense and labour laws are being bent. If any of you have to go to a grocery store or shop of any kind all I’m asking is be fucking nice. They’re human beings. 

Most of you are good people, but fear brings out the worst in everyone. Just try and be nice. Follow the rules, stay safe and be kind. 

[ubiytsa]

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[ubiytsa]

hey all. so. i just got an email from my place of work that we’re closing for the rest of the month. as a trainer, i make money only for sessions i’m working. so… i have no real source of income until the end of the month. if anyone can throw a few dollars at me so i can keep paying my bills and feeding my cats it would be super appreciated.

http://paypal.me/dontcallmerachel

edit: signal boosts appreciated

[ubiytsa]

[text] I am available for nakedness

[ ➤ Послал: Нат ] Well what would you know? So am I.[ ➤ Послал: Нат ] I can be there in 10.[ ➤ Послал: Нат ] 5 if you open a window for me.

[ubiytsa]

more texts for you bitches

ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life. [text] I should have never let you back into my life. [text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that. [text] Please don’t walk away. [text] Please don’t do this. [text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you? [text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again. [text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong. [text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me. [text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did [text] The truth is I’m not over you. [text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you. [text] I’m seeing someone else. [text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker? [text] You’re so selfish. [text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them]. [text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah. [text] Be careful. [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. [text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week? [text] Let me take you out, please? [text] Let me make you dinner tonight. [text] I want you to be happy. [text] You’re always safe with me. [text] I can’t stop thinking about you. [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. [text] It was so good seeing you. [text] You don’t need this shit. [text] I’ll be there in five minutes. [text] Let me help, please? [text] You’re important to me. [text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that. [text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. [text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love. [text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now. [text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut. [text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!? [text] Lose my number, asshole. [text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so. [text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf. [text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend. [text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is. [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? [text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole. [text] Go fuck yourself. [text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you? [text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first. [text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now [text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this. [text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair. [text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor. [text] Come over. With condoms. [text] You should come over, clothing optional. [text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT [text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life [text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous? [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended. [text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together [text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis. [text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology. [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. [text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking? [text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. [text] I am available for nakedness [text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w [drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH [drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever [drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known [drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like [drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss [drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon [drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight [drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS [drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no [drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated [drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol. [drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin [drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

[ubiytsa]

domestic couple starters

“you forgot to take the trash out again.”

“do you think we should just order in tonight?”

“what’s the point of making the bed if we’re just gonna mess it up?”

“will you pick up your clothes? it’s like a pig-sty in here.”

“you cooked, it’s only fair that i clean.”

“i haven’t shaved in like a week.”

“let me run you a bath.”

“you used all the hot water.”

“oh come on, i just cleaned the kitchen!”

“can you stop using my bath bombs? they’re expensive.”

“dinner was ready a half hour ago.”

“you cooked me dinner?”

“i had to carry you to bed last night, you were exhausted.”

“do you even know how to load a dishwasher?”

“your red sock turned all my whites pink.”

“what’s with the hat? are you having a bad hair day?”

“we’ve spent too much on pay per view this month.”

“are you watching porn?”

“next time it’s your turn to do the dishes.”

“my parents are coming over for dinner tomorrow.”

“play hooky and let’s sleep in tomorrow.”

[ubiytsa]

Does anyone know of any good Agent Carter era blogs? It doesn’t have to just be Peggy.

[ubiytsa]

i need a long and handsy make out session. its an emergency

[ubiytsa]

seidrborn‌:

“  you mean like  thor  does,  i trust.  ”

the trickster does still carry his fanciful asgardian dialect,  albeit only faintly  (  it’s brandished to its full extent whenever it’s convenient for him,  though  ).     of course now is not necessarily one of those moments,  but loki is more keen on being a bit of a pest to the assassin … so why not dip into it a bit?

“  aye,  aye.     young i may be,  winter one,  but i am yet  LOKI.     care for some quiet company while you are  hunting?  ”

even though he’s very clearly been told to leave,  loki simply brushes him off.

     “You know, reminding me of who you are is just going to make it easier to shoot you, baby faced or not.” Bucky was keen to take back what he had said. Howdy was far less grating than this, but he refused to give the impish trickster the satisfaction of admitting it. 

     Assuming Loki had no intention of leaving Bucky gave a resigned sigh, focusing instead down his scope at the empty parking lot below. “Tell me why you’re here first, then I’ll decide if you can stay with both your kneecaps intact.” 

     Knowing his luck a threat like that wasn’t likely to be taken seriously, but he had a reputation to protect.

[ubiytsa]

lovestoodeep‌:

@captive-commando​ liked for a thing // bad day - daniel powter

“Sometimes the system goes on the blink, and the whole thing, it turns out wrong.”

     “Voice of experience?”

[ubiytsa]

soulgiven‌: 

nothing he said was surprising, department x drilled into all of them  ( and maybe rightfully so )  that safety was an illusion, an unattainable dream. some part of natasha liked to believe that maybe, just maybe, one day she’d be able to find it in some far away world built on fantasies.

it didn’t even really bother her when he asked what she had to gain, widows rarely did anything without the promise of gaining — information, temporary stability, moments of respite, survival. she didn’t let it get to her, she wished she was as able to stop him wondering if he knew her from doing the same. that one hurt, she’d been expecting it and still…  still, it felt like her heart dropped into her stomach. she smiled anyway, offered a shrug, folded her legs over one another and laid her hands flat against her thighs.

< that’s a loaded question, soldier, >  the simple answer, she supposed, was that no. no he wasn’t supposed to know her, they would have tried to remove her, completely. she wondered, idly, if it had really worked.  < so we can start with the easier one. I don’t get anything out of helping you. it’s just…  it’s what I need to do. >

     «Who ordered you to capture me?» Her words seemed to answer a lot for him, visibly relaxing slightly. He also gained nothing from his work, soldiers rarely did. All he was meant for was following orders. Even orders of the enemy made more sense than a strange compulsion to simply act. «HYDRA?»

     Bucky flexed his hands, feeling the ache of exhaustion and dehydration stiffen his joints. The water still lay in front of him and despite his training, he found himself wanting it. Even after seeing her open it he didn’t doubt it could still be poisoned, but he saw nothing for her to gain so after a beat he reached for it. 

     Twisting the cap off one-handed, his eyes not leaving her face he slowly brought the bottle to his nose. It smelled fine, nothing too sweet or bitter hidden in the treated spring water. That wasn’t a promise it was clean, but it was as far as he could test it without tasting it. Carefully he took a sip, setting the bottle back between his thighs as he waited for any ill effect.

[ubiytsa]

🎁

For each   🎁   I receive, I’ll share one Birthday-related fact about my muse!

As a kid, Bucky always wanted to go to the cinema for his birthday. It was too late in winter to do any outdoor activities. It was too cold for a lot of things, but not cold enough to have consistent and safe ice anymore. If he had to spend it inside he wanted to spend it doing something actually fun. He didn’t care too much about what the movie was.

[ubiytsa]

ccmplicatedweb‌:

         Natasha felt him relax around her, smiled to herself at the effect she had on him. James was always carrying the whole world on his shoulders, was always the last one to care for himself, making her treasure the moments he relax even more.

         “It’s a date.” There were very, very few people who could get Natasha to so readily agree with being taken somewhere. James had earned her trust twice over for this privilege: as an individual, to not intentionally lead her astray, and as an operative or spy or agent, however you wanted to call it, to not unintentionally do so. Besides, having Kiev cake at a cramped café with good coffee and better company didn’t sound like a half-bad way to spend a couple of hours, now that she was back.

         James kissed her again, and Natasha smiled. After two weeks of radio silence, she couldn’t say she was nearly satisfied. Soon.

         “You’d think we never feed her”, she mused out loud. Natasha took a third of the toast in a single bite while maintaining eye contact. Liho wailed. “I think this counts as psychological torture.” She cut a piece of the waffle, and her eyes fluttered shut. “This is amazing, lyubov moya. It’s just the welcome home I needed. Thank you.”

     Home was still a strange concept to him. Before the war his home was their little house near the barracks, then the barracks themselves as his family disintegrated around him. While overseas his fellow soldiers would talk longingly of home, but Bucky found it harder and harder to relate. The Winter Soldier had no home until her, but even he wouldn’t be able to fully grasp what they had now. As bittersweet a realization as that was Bucky found his smile growing. 

     “I like having a home with you.” 

     The words came without thought, with no time to swallow them down, but he’d stand by it if pressed. Talk of emotions didn’t always go smoothly, and she was no doubt tired still so he pushed the admission aside in favour of stealing a piece of crispy bacon from her tray which earned him the momentary attention of Liho who’s small paw was already reaching for his hand to pull it down. “I’m sure she thinks we don’t feed her. I assure you I have, you can check her bowl.” 

     If anything he’d overfed her, but he kept that to himself. While he didn’t doubt Natasha already knew, his pride stood between him and admitting he was terribly weak for the little troublemaker. He’d been weak for Natasha too, so the pattern held up.

[ubiytsa]

@gcroinya [x]

↳ [ СООБЩЕНИЕ ОТПРАВЛЕНО;; БАРНЕС ] well, this is the least flattering text to get at 3 in the morning.

↳ [ СООБЩЕНИЕ ОТПРАВЛЕНО;; БАРНЕС ] i’m out, but you can let yourself in.

↳ [ СООБЩЕНИЕ ОТПРАВЛЕНО;; БАРНЕС ] i believe not having a key will not be an issue.

[ ➤ Послал: Талия ]  It’s 0300 and you’re a beautiful woman, I thought a text like this would be a welcome change. 

[ ➤ Послал: Талия ]  Is it ever, любимая?

[ubiytsa]

mxndwitch‌:

The idea of her leading the Avengers was almost hilarious to Wanda, who was most definitely not a leader. She liked following orders and knew that no one would fall in line behind her. Especially not the boys. “Me? Oh God, no. IF there is a leader, it’s probably Sam, as he is the new Captain America. But generally, I think we’re all pretty equal here. Each one of us has different talents and things they do best. I wouldn’t say we have a proper leader anymore”, she replied with a shrug. “And even if, that would most definitely not be me. As you can see, I am experiencing some issues with my powers here and the government is not very fond of me for various reasons. The Avengers are under government control, basically. Although that might be revoked, but the verdict isn’t out yet.” There was a committee looking into abolishing the Sokovia Accords, due to the good deed the Avengers had done in the battle against Thanos, and the fact that there was barely anyone of them left.

His next question confused her even more, however, and she looked at him, puzzled. “Why would he kill himself”, she asked dumbfounded, shaking her head slightly. “Feel free to look around. There is most definitely no one here, but me.” Moving past him, she opened the living room door to show him that no one was lurking in the corridor, before heading into the opposite room to make them some tea. If Wanda had learned anything from her deceased mother, it was that a hot beverage could often calm the heart and soul, so she guessed it was about time for a cup. If anything, she definitely needed it, even if Bucky might not want one. This version of him was —- different. Less quiet and brooding, more openly defiant and skeptical. 

Taking the tea pot from the stove, she filled it with water and turned the stove on, while searching for tea and mugs in the cabinets. Once the pot whistled, she filled the hot water in the mugs, together with tea bags, and placed them on the table. “You don’t have to drink it. We also have coffee, juice and water, if you prefer that. And cookies”, she stated towards the door, where she could see Bucky linger, pointing at the plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies she had made the night before. Taking one, she sat down at the table and looked at him, waiting to see if he would join her. “I can explain more about our world, if you’d like. Or answer any other questions you might have.” 

     “Steve lost his serum here too?” Their worlds seemed pretty different, but it comforted him to know that Captain America lived on in some way. “Better Sam than me. He was better at it.” 

     Her story didn’t make a lot of sense to him, but not a lot about the situation did and all he could do was simply nod along as she spoke. While hardly one for government oversight Bucky could see why she wouldn’t be in their good graces, especially if she was drawing strange creatures into her reality. Reflexively he wanted to remind her that all teams had a leader, no matter how informal, but he swallowed it down. It hardly mattered, and he didn’t want to be too inclined to chitchat when still in unknown waters. Her bemused question almost made him laugh though, earning her a dark little smile. 

     “If you think he’d hesitate for even a moment in shooting me, himself, whatever, then either he’s nothing like me or you don’t know him very well.” Silently following her into the hall, he watched her tiny frame move around the kitchen from his view in the hall, casting quick glances all-around before carefully joining her. The chair under him creaked softly, but he seemed relaxed where he was. It was a false relaxation, but he knew better than to drop his guard just yet. 

     Vainly trying to not offend his hostess, suspecting she was his only route home, he took the mug. It was comfortingly warm, and the smell tempted him even if he wasn’t fond of tea, but decades of programming prevented him from taking a sip. Lingering fears of poison kept the mug firmly on the table. Poisoning didn’t seem her style, neither his witch nor the girl in front of him, but he forced himself to remember that this wasn’t his world. “You said the team was just you, your version of me and Sam, right? What happened to the former members?” 

     The Avengers team roster seemed to change with the season, so their small size wasn’t a terribly alarming thing, but knowing he could find was helpful. 

[ubiytsa]

induro‌:

“Go away, James.” She is more 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍 this time around, Natasha didn’t need to be bombarded with 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 when all she wanted was to be left alone. so no one would see just how 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 the black widow was. If anyone was to help her, it would be James. He knew what had happened to her, he was 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 for most of it. She trusted that he knew what he was doing in ignoring her plea to be left 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄. 

SHe’s shaking her head as she looks at her shaking hands. His soft 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 of Russian hit her heart and she knew that he was really him, that he was 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 for her. In a way no one else ever was. 《But you don’t know what is going to happen to me, soldat. I could be the worst target to be 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃. What if you’re found too?》

Her Russian weak but still as fluent as ever, she finally looks up and turns to him. The 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 would find her, would find 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. And no one could save them if they were caught. Because 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 would know what happened to them.

     《I don’t care.》A partial lie. For years he’d contemplated his own death, longing for it in some fights, most of which were against himself. Decades spent imagining how his end would come. The last few years of freedom had given him more to live for than he had ever hoped for during the war and the urge to die faded with each day. Without her, the dark days would come back. 《I would hunt down anyone who managed to capture you. They’d find me regardless.》

     The Black Widow’s web was vast and tangled, so who her enemy was couldn’t be clear, but he didn’t ask. Deep down he suspected he already knew. Fighting tension he felt climb up his neck Bucky took a careful, telegraphed step forward. Her face was drawn and tense; more tired than he had seen her in years. 

     《We stand a better chance if we stick together.》Safety in numbers wasn’t something spies like them often used, but he prayed she’d indulge him. Kneeling silently, now close enough for her to strike if she wanted to, he searched her eyes for any hint as to what was going on inside her head. 《Paradise or hell, it doesn’t matter. You’d do the same if our situations were reversed.》