#brooklynsoul

[jbbarnes]

@brooklynsoul : remember the last time this happened?

"What, you dragging us into shit and me gettin' us out?" he asked, knocking his shoulder against Steve's with a little more force than necessary. "I seem t'recall your ma and mine both having a fit and threatening to lock us both in our rooms until we're thirty if we got in another fight this month."

There was gonna be no hiding this one. Bucky could already tell he was going to have quite the shiner soon, and he knew his parents wouldn't believe that it was from training at the YMCA. He sighed. He hated seeing that worried look on his mother's face and the disappointment in his dad's eyes. Also, his eye was really starting to fucking hurt, the adrenaline wearing off and the cold cloth he'd pressed to his face warming up. He pulled it away, waved it in the air a few times, and replaced it, wincing as he did.

"Give me a good reason you couldn't have just walked away," he demanded quietly.

In the heat of the moment, seeing his best friend having his daylights beaten in, the reason of the whole thing didn't exactly matter. Someone was hurting Steve and that was all Bucky needed. But sitting in the Rogers' apartment again, the eye of the storm, he was just tired. He loved Steve, he did, had ever since they were tiny. But this situation was getting old.

#brooklynsoul #★⠀⠀⟶⠀⠀blessed be the boys time can’t capture⠀⠀/⠀⠀verse.

[krasnayavedma]

“you deserve to be loved.”

❝ No, ❞ she disagrees quietly. ❝ I don't, Steve. HYDRA made me into a weapon. I'm dangerous. I can't be . . . ❞ loved. Green hues turn red for a passing moment, not necessarily to threaten, but to serve as a reminder of everything she was capable of.

Despite her reaction, the truth was Wanda did not think she was worthy of love given how everyone who ever loved her had been torn from her in the cruelest ways imaginable. More often than not, it made her feel like she was poison, a virus that infected people until there was nothing left. It became the reason why she pushed people away, told them not to love her lest something happen and they ended up ripped away from her, forever.

And while it was true she was a danger, the witch also knew she couldn't handle another loss of someone she loved, someone who loved her . . . Steve. It was why she was pushing him away now. She wasn't willing to risk anything happening to him if they got close. Truth be told, Wanda did very little to earn such devotion.

But then, on the tip of her tongue, she almost has a change of heart to say, Give me time. Give me time to come around and I promise I'll never let you go. God only knew how she wished Steve could read her mind in that moment.

Florence + The Machine's ❝ How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful ❞ sentence starters / @brooklynsoul !

#idk what the heck this is #but i hope it's okay! #and don't mind wanda; she's just scared 😭 #wanda basically: stay away but come close(r) #brooklynsoul #❛ ad astra per aspera ❜ —【 answered 】

[particlexxdealer]

[ COMFORT ] - noticing that the receiver has received terrible news, sender offers them a hug as a means of comforting them during this difficult time.

rp meme: open | To Be Held prompts | @brooklynsoul

"Ah-! Watch the sling," Scott grunted gently. Reciprocating the embrace as much as he could with a half-hug, with his working arm patting against the soldier's broad, sturdy back. Not wanting to deny the sentiment, and the warm shoulder was comforting against his face. "I'm okay- promise." Scott resumed, "I was just hoping my recovery process would be faster." He shifted his bad arm slightly in gesture. "Guess some parts of me need a little more time," Scott finished. The black eye lessened, and the doctor assured him the scarring on his forehead wouldn't be permanent. The arm, although its function will resume normally, was taking a little longer than expected. Nothing to worry about- but also everything to worry about for Scott.

#answered asks #brooklynsoul #v:default #quantumania stuff! sorry if you havent seen it #but trust- you dont gotta #injured scott is all you needa know lmao

[griim]

@brooklynsoul​; “i think we have different understandings of the word fine.”

“All words are made up. So, yeah, they have different meanings and understandings.” The woman sarcastically said as she grinned, blood covering the bottom of her shirt. “But, if you have to know, I’ve been in worse situations and looked way worse.” Gemma hoped that might settle the other down, though assuming it wouldn’t. Hell, it might make him even more nervous. “But, if it will make you feel better, there is a med kit in the corner over there if you wanna patch me up.”

#039. ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ║Interactions║ #005. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ║Answered Ask║ #tw: blood mention #brooklynsoul

[soviet-ghost-story]

🌿

Having a variety of friends from a variety of backgrounds meant that one didn't have just a 'Christmas' Party or a 'Hanukkah' Party or Yule, or such as that - they just had a festive party where the traditions that made up their motley crew's histories all came together. It had been Bucky's first round of holiday parties since his formal freedom, and he had enjoyed himself, enjoyed the festivities, the laughter, the food. What he hadn't really enjoyed had been the cleanup after, because as the person who had only recently moved into his new - old? - home, it had almost served as a sort of housewarming party as well. Arms full of cups, trash, bags carrying refuse, he had moved his way through the house collecting and cleaning, grumbling a little to himself like the old man he apparently was. Alpine meowed at him plaintively as she tried to vie for his attention, but he was a man on a mission. Pausing a doorway as he heard Steve come around the corner, he dropped the bags on the floor and took a slight break. Leaning his head back, he noticed the cheery sprig of green and white mistletoe pinned to the doorframe - and noticed that Steve hadn't noticed as he paused with him in the wide doorway. His middle dropped - there was no rule saying he had to take part in this old tradition, but it certainly served as a convenient excuse. The buzz in his brain had utterly drowned out anything that Steve was saying to begin with; something humorous about rowdy friends and parties - Bucky reached out before he could stop himself. He touched Steve's cheek with surprising, fleeting gentleness, and leaned in quickly. He pressed a slight, sweet kiss on his cheek, achingly close to the corner of his mouth - not quite daring to put it on those lips he admired from a silent distance.

#era: recovery #brooklynsoul #mistletoe meme

[multusxcastalides]

@brooklynsoul​ inquired:  [ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, sender arrives close to receiver from behind, taking them by surprise. (dean)

     He had been sitting at the massive table in the library of the bunker, reading up about people being transported between realities or universes. He had not heard the other man coming, Had not heard or seen him coming closer. In fact, Dean didn’t realize Steve Rogers had entered the room until the other man cleared his throat, making him almost jump straight out of his skin.

     When he glanced over his shoulder, the Captain was standing very close to him and the hunter shifted in his seat. Part of him wanted to flee, still, a little weirded out by the fact that his childhood superhero had appeared in his motel room mere days before. But another part of him was… pleased? He wasn’t quite sure, but it was a positive feeling.

     “Cap,” he said, glancing up and over his shoulder. “Can I help you?”

Sexual Tension Prompts. || Accepting

#brooklynsoul #Dean { Ask } #{ Ask }

[rvndrkhlme]

what color is most like how it feels to be loved by you?

gray.

it's not easy to be loved by you, you can be a tough pill to swallow sometimes. you do care about your loves, but it's hard for you to show it. it's easy for you to break hearts, and that can scare your loves. sometimes your love isn't a good enough reason for people to stick around, but that doesn't really bother you all that much. i really hope that you find the person who sees your love and thinks "that's the most beautiful thing i've ever seen".

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tagging : @emeraldxphoenix / / @gammaragee / / @bitofthisandthat / / @brooklynsoul / / @hraunwyf

#headcanon || 𝙵𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙸𝚀𝚄𝙴 #|| /oof/

[whitesuited]

*  𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙳 & 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙵𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴.     |     @brooklynsoul​ said : HUNGER. give my muse something to eat / drink. (smol steeb giving sharon cocoa in the roommate au? bc it's one thing he actually makes well lmao)

YOU CAN TAKE THE GIRL OUT OF THE SOUTH, but you apparently can’t take the absolute AVERSION to snow out of the girl. and really, she knows it could be much, much worse ----------- she’d looked at a few schools up in BOSTON before coming here, but the thought of being knee - deep in snow from december to march was just a little too much for miss virginia.

poor planning (   and outright ignoring to check the weather before she went off to class   ) has lead to her hunched over the little table in their apartment’s kitchen, soaked through boots next to the heater and soaked to the knee denim jeans (   with an ever - increasing line of salt on the cuffs   ) still on her while she tries a way to sit that doesn’t involve realizing just how COLD the fabric stuck against her legs is.

she inhales EXCITEDLY when he places the mug in front of her and another at the seat directly across, sharon EAGER to get her red little hands wrapped around the mug no matter how piping HOT it might be. (   she’ll burn her tongue at least twice in the process too; patience may be a virtue, but it’s never been hers.   )

         “you are a rock star, steve, i hope you know this.”

#brooklynsoul #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #VERSE. UNIVERSITY ┈ ⌜ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ɪs ᴡɪᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ.⌟ #sharon spends their first couple winters just #miserable #of all the things to be baby about #this is the thing she's chosen #✬ ◟ scheduled. ⁞ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎𝚍.

[unexceptional-broken]

@brooklynsoul​ asked :  55. Initiate a tickle fight ( for prewar steve! )

               SHE HADN’T EXPECTED it when his fingers dug into her sides... for a lot of reasons. The first: there weren’t many times Steve could sneak up on Becky. His shoes ( too big for him, filled with newspaper to fit better ) squeaked. Sometimes, he squeaked, too, if his breathing got too labored. 

— And there was the fact that these days, there just hadn’t been a lot of time to have a lark. 

She squealed in surprise, trying to twist away from Steve’s hands, twirling so that he was no longer behind her, and she glared at him, trying to keep her smile — both from the surprise of the attack and her amusement — at bay. 

“What the hell was that for, jerk?” 

#brooklynsoul #ii. ( ic ) — inbox reply #i. ( verse ) — back to basics #i. ( arc ) — in the calm before the storm #i. ( arc ) — with brooklynsoul

[jbbarnes]

@brooklynsoul : “We can’t go back to who we were before.”

A deep hum was his only response for a moment, his fingers continuing their slow journey through Steve's hair, strands racing against his skin. It was shorter than many of his memories, but it didn't make much of a difference to Bucky. It felt like a gift either way, that he could do this. Sit here with Steve's head in his lap, a book abandoned by his side as they just enjoyed each other's company.

"I wanted to, for a long time," he murmured, scratching lightly against Steve's scalp, as if he were an oversized house cat. "I wanted to be the man you lost. But then I realised that if I was still that guy, I wouldn't be here. I'd'a gone home after the war if I lived that long, probably married someone, had two and half kids. But I wouldn't have this."

He gave a gentle tug of Steve's hair, a smile on his face.

"I'm not saying I'm happy for everything that happened to me, or you," he continued. "If I coulda protected you from all that, I would've. But we're here. We're safe. And we can be who we are without worrying. I'm thankful for that, at least."

#brooklynsoul #★⠀⠀⟶⠀⠀pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light⠀⠀/⠀⠀verse.

[krasnayavedma]

“ did you want to be alone? ”

Dark circles make home under Wanda’s eyes. Laying on her bed, back turned to the partially open door that separated her from everyone else, she watches what little she can see from the window of the world outside. Aside from the gentle sound of rain, all else is quiet .  .  . eerily still. It's the perfect weather for sleep; a necessity that she hadn't been engaging in much of lately.

That day, however, not even the witch with all her might, can resist the gradual but strong pull of a peaceful dream-state as it lulls her in and out consciousness for a good part of the morning and afternoon. The same goes with the tears that fall - a minor annoyance that she couldn’t control so close to the events of Sokovia and the aftermath of dealing with the loss that came with it.

Due to extra sensitivity of her heightened abilities as well as to people on the team, hairs on the back of her neck stand, alerting her of a presence lingering by her door. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly to whom it was until she hears his voice, and the question that it carries. Her default answer was always a simple yes, with no further elaboration; however, after giving some thought to his query, she shakes her head and a soft ❝ no ❞ escapes her lips. Right now, being alone was the last thing Wanda wanted.

She didn’t know how long Steve had been checking up on her that day while she had been sleeping or what brought on his question, but she quickly realizes she didn’t have it in her to really care. She wanted the company. Wiping her tears, she adjusts herself so that she’s partly turned to the captain, and pats the empty space on the bed next to her, inviting him to sit if he wanted. ❝ Will you stay .  .  . ? Please ? ❞

question prompts / @brooklynsoul​ !

#brooklynsoul #thank you for sending! <3 #❛ ad astra per aspera ❜ —【 answered 】

[particlexxdealer]

Cont. from [x] @brooklynsoul

His fingers clenched and squeeze at the suit's leather. Grunting through gritted teeth. Jesus did it sting. Thank god, the soldier was quick. His touch was practically nonexistent, but the needle puncturing tender flesh was agonizing. Having never endured such pain before, Scott wanted to cry. Would that be weak?

Steve's question reminded Scott to breathe, not realizing he held it as the man worked quickly to close up his remaining wounds. "Long story," Scott opted for, "just hurry please." He choked the last words.

#v:tba #threads; #brooklynsoul #rp:beta editor

[griim]

@brooklynsoul​ asked; “are you going to talk to me about whatever’s on your mind?”

Death. That was what was on her mind, constantly. It followed her around like a looming shadow, waiting for her to find a home only to rip it from her. Again. It was a question that took her by surprise. No one cared to ask what was on her mind, and less care. Most were too afraid to speak to her, let alone know what went on inside her mind. And, those who got a glimpse inside her mind typically did not live long enough to help her or tell anyone what she had told them. Which is a funny way to make sure no one knows your secrets, huh? Sighing, she leaned against the table and took a moment to decide if she wanted to tell him a fraction of what was going on inside her mind.

Opening her mouth, she stopped herself. Gemma didn’t know how to start this. So, she decided to ask a question in return. “Are you tormented by memories burdened by guilt?”

#005. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ║Answered Ask║ #039. ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ║Interactions║ #brooklynsoul

[soviet-ghost-story]

CONCEAL : both muses have been injured or have fallen ill, though sender keeps their injury / illness secret in favor of taking care of receiver. however, as receiver gets better, sender’s injury / illness worsens from lack of care, and they wind up collapsing, their injury / illness fully revealed.

It wasn't ideal, the situation that they found themselves in. Bucky was furious with himself for not double checking the intel they received regarding this mission and their target - it was bad intel all around, and now, he was bleeding out from a gunshot wound that would have killed a normal person. That pissed him off even more, that some bastard had gotten a hit on him when he was supposed to be one of the top spies and former assassins in the world. His skills as the Winter Soldier were not something he took a lot of pride in, considering his bloody past, but the fact remained - he had been stupid and he had gotten hit because of it. "Well...this party turned out to be a bust," Bucky managed grittily as he leaned his head back against the wall. Sweat beaded on his brow, his hair clinging to his skin. He grimaced and managed a mirthless smile over at Steve, knowing he didn't look convincing - but he wasn't really trying to either. "...Got any big plans in that brain of yours for getting us out of here with our skins?"

#era: recovery #brooklynsoul

[hisfasttemper]

"It hurts!" ( artist! skinny steve as pietro's roommate perhaps? )

《answered//ic》 | {🌠 closed starter} | @brooklynsoul | {pietro & skinny!steve}

the sound at first was a peculiar mixture between a THUD and a CRASH. pietro contemplated which he believed it more so was for SEVERAL minutes before discovering whatever chaotic scene the noise had left behind within his apartment. one thing was certain, however, and that was that it was IMPOSSIBLE for the late night interruption to be caused by ANYONE besides his roommate. steve roger's.

two months time would mark the anniversary of their third year in being roommates. it tickles pietro how a majority of their neighbours still believe steve is his SON due to their physical differences. with a low chuckle to himself, pietro made his way to steve's whereabouts within their small home. he found the petite young man crashed on the floor surrounded by a clattered mess. while he TRIED to prevent it, the speedster chortled. with his accent THICK, he battled through laughter to ask..

"what the HELL have you done now?"

#brooklynsoul #c: steve #{🌠-- closed starter} #this was so cute--

[multusxcastalides]

@brooklynsoul​ inquired:  ❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜ (nat!)

     She smiled, taking one of his hands into her own and giving his fingers a gentle squeeze. “Yes, you can,” she tells him, before looking up into his eyes. “You are Captain America. Steve Rogers. You lead the Avengers to victory on more occasions than I can count on both hands and feet. You’ve got this.” Lifting his hand, she pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

     “This time, you won’t have to. But there will be a time when I’m not here, and you’re going to do fine. You don’t need me.” A chuckle. “Hell, you managed without me for a very long time. And you know that Bucky will put you back in your place when it seems like you start to feel a little too important.” She stepped closer, reaching up and taking his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. “You are Captain America. You can do anything.”​

&. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. || Accepting

#brooklynsoul #Natasha { Ask } #{ Ask }