#Steve Rogers roleplay

[brooklynbred]

" without it's IDEALS ... it's COMMITMENT to the freedom of ALL MEN , america is a piece of TRASH! a nation is NOTHING! a flag is a piece of CLOTH! "

#BROOKLYNBRED , is a private , selective , ORIGINAL TAKE W / ORIGINAL LORE steven grant rogers. blog is loosely based on marvel comics but only for the basic story for his marvel verse. the rest of the blog is original lore and backstory.

a study in ... sticking up for the little guy , doing the right thing , anarchy , waking up to the world , being the one who gets up when everyone else has been knocked down , losing a love you never got to have , starting again , the hero who never rests , love , loss , grief , family and more!

[brooklynbred-c]

" THE SERUM AMPLIFIES EVERYTHING SO GOOD BECOMES GREAT. BAD , BECOMES WORSE. "

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[brooklynbred-a]

The SERUM AMPLIFIES everything that is on the inside. SO GOOD, BECOMES GREAT. BAD, BECOMES WORSE.

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍? 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶. 𝙸'𝙼 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙰 𝙺𝙸𝙳 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙻𝚈𝙽.

BROOKLYNBRED is a private, multiship, roleplay blog for STEVE ROGERS/CAPTAIN AMERICA based off of the MCU and HEADCANONS. Mun and muse are 30+.

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[captaintoyoursargent]

Hi! I am a 20 year old female, looking for a partner to play BUCKY BARNES to my Steve Rogers. I would prefer no explicit content, and to be on discord. I write in LITERATE, THIRD PERSON, PRESENT TENSE, and usually about a paragraph or so, though I am happy to match my partner.

I have an idea where Steve is transported to "Our" world, by falling through a portal. One where superheros exist only in movies and comics, Bucky draws comics, but has lost his passion because he cannot live on the income. His character is The Winter Soldier, and he finds Steve and lets him stay while Steve tries to find his way home. At first, he doesnt believe Steve actually is Captain America, he thinks Steve is wearing a coutume for a convention, but after a while, he starts to believe, and helps Steve get home. But it turns out, over the course of their time together, they've grown close, and they dont want to leave, so a two way portal is established, in Steve's world, Bucky takes on the role of the winter soldier, fighting alongside steve to keep the world safe, and in Bucky's world, Steve is just a normal guy, he helps Bucky with his comic career, and eventually the adventures they go on in Steve's world become a best selling comic series in Bucky's.

Other background information: Bucky has lost his left arm, and he uses a prosthetic, in order to parallel the time he spends with Hydra I like to use a milatary accedent. A mission gone wrong. He's blown up, (IED?) Presumed dead? Left for dead? And captured, and held as a POW, then escapes, and looses his arm in the escape, is sent back to US soil to heal, and decides to take the honarable discarge, and the large amount of money the military is offering him to keep quiet.

He has read the Captain Anerica comics, but they tell the stories of the movies as we see them, rather than real-world comic stories. (This is because I am very unfamiliar with the comics. I know some of the important bits, but not much.) He also has his cat, Alpine, who I write as female.

When Steve first shows up, Bucky thinks he's dressed up for a convention, or because of general NYC weirdness, or for some other reason and doesn't believe Steve when he says that he's actually Captain America. It takes quite a bit of convincing, and Steve even has to prove that he can do things a normal person cannot before Bucky starts to believe.

If anyone is interested in doing this RP with me, interact with this post, and I'll reach out, or message me!

[steverogersismyreligion]

Hello, it's been a while since I've been around.

I just want to let you know I have currently few spots for role-play open. I can play all CE characters you want me to. It's all up to discussion.

Currently I only role-play on discord. And I only replay with people who are open to double for me.

If you are new and want to try it out hit me up, if you are someone I've used to talk but we lost touch, please hit me up too. Send me a message and we can arrange everything around.

love you all

[justawhitewolf]

After 💙

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

Steve: Bucky's a pervert when he's on Asgardian meade

Sam: what? He is?

Natasha: He said I looked like his wife and when I asked who she was he just pointed at me and said soon?

Clint: He called me a hot piece of meat?

Steve: He slapped my ass and said "that's all I can see in this room"?

Sam: he told me to fuck off...

Steve:...

Natasha:...

Sam:...

Clint: okay maybe he has a type-

@proud-owner-0f-americas-ass @official-buckybarnes @we-love-redwing @clintbarton-thearrowguy (guys which Natasha do I tag???)

[amaranthmori]

[you-have-a-metal-arm]

HEARTSTRINGS AND PROPOSALS

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: talking down on oneself, sadness, and a tooth rotting amount of fluff

Summary: Tony felt a distance between the two of you he had never felt before. So he decides to make it up to you by spoiling you with his money, turns out, you want something else.

Tony Stark was a man who thrived on challenges. He had built an empire, crafted a legacy, and saved the world more times than he could count. But the most precious thing in his life wasn’t his arc reactor or his suits of armor—it was you. And lately, the fear of losing you had settled deep into his bones, a fear he couldn’t shake no matter how hard he tried.

Two years had passed since you first became his partner in all things, not just in love but in life. Yet, as much as he adored you, Tony couldn’t help but feel the distance growing between you. He knew he was often absent—late nights in the lab, endless meetings, and missions that took him away for days on end. He could see how it might wear on you, how it might make you question your place in his chaotic world.

Determined to prove his love, to remind you of the passion that had brought you together, Tony planned an extravagant date night. He wanted to sweep you off your feet, the way he had the first time you’d ever looked at him with that sparkle in your eyes, the one that told him you saw him, not the billionaire or the superhero, but the man beneath it all.

He flew you to Milan on a private jet, the city glittering beneath you as you landed. A car whisked you away to one of the most exclusive restaurants in the world, where every bite was a masterpiece, and every glance you shared across the table was filled with unspoken words. After dinner, he led you on a shopping spree through the most luxurious boutiques, wanting to shower you with all the things he thought you deserved—the finest clothes, the most exquisite jewelry.

But as you wandered through the stores, Tony began to notice something was off. You were polite, of course, admiring the beautiful things he showed you, but there was a hesitation in your eyes, a discomfort that made his chest tighten with worry.

“Look at this, sweetheart,” Tony said, holding up a delicate diamond necklace that caught the light like a prism. He hoped it would make you smile, that you’d light up the way you usually did when you saw something you loved.

You took the necklace in your hands, your fingers brushing against the cool metal, but your smile didn’t reach your eyes. “It’s beautiful, babe,” you murmured, placing it back down gently. “But I don’t really need it.”

Tony’s heart skipped a beat, a cold fear creeping up his spine. He tried to keep his voice steady, but the worry seeped into his words. “What do you mean, honey? You don’t like it?”

“It’s not that,” you said quickly, sensing his unease. You reached out to take his hand, squeezing it softly. “I just… I don’t need any of this. You don’t have to buy me things to make me happy.”

The air felt thick with tension as Tony tried to process your words. All his grand plans, the luxurious dinner, the shopping spree—they were supposed to be proof of his love, a way to show you that he was still here, still committed to making you happy. But as he stood there, watching you look so uncomfortable, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d failed.

“Are you unhappy?” Tony asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his thumb brushing nervously over the back of your hand.

“No, of course not,” you replied, your brows knitting together in concern. “Tony, why would you think that?”

“Because…” He hesitated, his usual confidence faltering. “I just feel like I haven’t been around enough. Like maybe you’re getting tired of me being gone all the time, and this was supposed to make up for it. But now I’m worried that you might… that you might be falling out of love with me.”

The vulnerability in his voice broke your heart. Tony Stark, the man who faced down armies and gods, was standing before you, looking like a scared boy, afraid of losing the one thing that mattered most to him. You reached up, cupping his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“Baby, look at me,” you said softly, your voice filled with love and sincerity. “I’m not falling out of love with you. I could never. I don’t care about the money, or the gifts, or any of that. I fell in love with you because of who you are—not Tony Stark, the billionaire or Iron Man, but Tony, the man who makes me laugh, who holds me when I’m sad, who sees me for who I am and loves me anyway.”

His eyes searched yours, as if trying to find the truth in your words, and what he found there seemed to ease the tension in his shoulders. “I just want to be with you,” you continued, your thumb brushing over his cheek. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. You don’t have to try so hard, baby. I love you for you, not for what you can give me.”

Tony felt his heart swell at your words, the fear that had been gripping him loosening its hold. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close as if you might disappear if he let go. “God, I love you,” he whispered into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You smiled against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. “You’ll never have to find out,” you murmured, holding him just as tightly.

---

Back at the Avengers’ HQ, the two of you settled into Tony’s quarters, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s presence. The lights were dim, the movie you’d picked playing softly in the background, but neither of you was paying much attention to it. You were lying on the couch, your head resting on Tony’s chest, his fingers lazily playing with your hair as he held you close.

For the first time in weeks, Tony felt at peace. The worries that had plagued him earlier seemed so far away now, replaced by the warmth of your body against his and the sound of your breathing in sync with his own. But there was still one question lingering in his mind, one that he couldn’t ignore any longer.

“Sweetheart?” he asked quietly, his voice soft in the dim light.

“Hmm?” you murmured, looking up at him, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest.

“Do you… do you still love me?” Tony’s voice was hesitant, as if he were afraid of the answer.

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his eyes. You reached up, brushing your fingers through his hair as you looked deep into his gaze. “Tony, of course, I still love you,” you said softly. “I love you more than I can even explain.”

Tony’s breath hitched, and he held you a little tighter, his eyes searching yours for the truth. “Why?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Why do you love me?”

You smiled gently, feeling your heart swell with emotion. “I love you because you’re the kindest, most caring person I’ve ever known. Because you’re brave, and selfless, and you always put others before yourself. I love how you make me laugh, how you know just what to say when I’m feeling down. I love how you’re always there for me, even when you’re dealing with so much yourself. I love the way you look at me, like I’m the most important person in the world to you.”

As you spoke, you could see the emotions flickering in Tony’s eyes—love, relief, and something else, something deeper that made your heart skip a beat. You took a deep breath, your voice growing softer as you continued. “I love you because you see me, the real me, and you still think I’m worth it. I fell in love with the man who doesn’t need to be Iron Man or Tony Stark, the man who just needs to be himself. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, baby—just you.”

Tony stared at you, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. He’d always been a man of action, of words, but right now, he was speechless, overwhelmed by the love you were pouring into him.

You smiled, feeling a little shy after your heartfelt confession. “Sorry, that was probably really sappy,” you mumbled, your cheeks warming with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to get all cringe on you.”

But before you could pull away, Tony’s hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped your eye. “Don’t apologize,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “That was… God, that was the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

You blinked, surprised to see tears in his eyes, and before you could say anything, Tony leaned down and kissed you, slow and tender, pouring every ounce of love he felt into that kiss. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were shining with unshed tears, and he looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do,” you replied firmly, brushing your fingers through his hair. “You deserve all the love in the world, Tony.”

He stared at you for a long moment, his heart swelling with so much love and gratitude that he thought it might burst. And then, in that moment of pure, unfiltered emotion, he realized something that had been building inside him for a long time.

“Marry me.”

The words slipped out before he could stop them, but the second they did, he knew they were right. He wanted to spend

the rest of his life with you, to wake up next to you every morning, to grow old with you. You were his home, his everything.

You froze, your eyes widening in shock. “What?”

“Marry me,” Tony repeated, his voice steady and sure. “I don’t want to wait any longer. I want you by my side forever, as my partner, my wife. Please, baby.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized he was serious, that this wasn’t just a spur-of-the-moment thing. He was asking you to spend your life with him, to be with him through thick and thin. And in that moment, you knew there was only one answer you could give.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Tony’s face lit up with the brightest smile you’d ever seen, and he pulled you into a fierce hug, burying his face in your neck as he held you tight. “God, I love you so much,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin.

“I love you too, baby,” you whispered back, feeling your heart swell with happiness.

---

The next morning, you were still floating on a cloud of bliss as you walked into the common area of the Avengers’ HQ. Natasha was already there, sipping her coffee with a knowing smirk on her face. “You look like you had a good night,” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you sat down beside her. “It was… perfect,” you said, your voice dreamy.

Natasha chuckled, nudging you playfully. “So, do you still get butterflies?”

You blushed, remembering the previous night, and nodded. “Yeah, I do. Every time I see him.”

Natasha’s eyes widened in surprise. “Seriously? After all this time?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, your smile softening as you thought of Tony. “He still makes my heart race.”

Before Natasha could respond, a familiar voice cut in. “What was that about making hearts race?”

You turned to see Tony standing in the doorway, his hair slightly tousled, a grin on his face. He had clearly heard your conversation, and his cheeks were tinged with pink.

You rolled your eyes, but the affection in your gaze was unmistakable. “Nothing, just girl talk,” you teased.

Tony sauntered over, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “If I make your heart race, you should see what you do to mine,” he murmured, just loud enough for Natasha to hear.

Natasha groaned, rolling her eyes. “You two are nauseating.”

But as she watched Tony’s eyes light up with happiness and saw the way you leaned into him, she couldn’t help but smile. Because in that moment, it was clear to everyone in the room that the love between you and Tony was something special, something that would last a lifetime.

[steven-g-rogers]

"You have the most beautiful eyes you know."

A soft blush crept up the back of Steve's neck to his cheeks and he dropped his gaze, shaking his head. "I don't see how that is possible since that title belongs to you, Pegs," he said, his hand running up the back of his hair.

[brooklynbred-a]

" the last time i was in germany, and saw a man STANDING over everyone else...we ended up DISAGREEING. "

shieldedfreedom is a private, multiship, mutuals only rp blog for STEVE ROGERS/CAPTAIN AMERICA.

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[captaintoyoursargent]

I'm looking for new RP partners. I have an idea for a post apocolypitic plot where we would both play as Steve! I'd play as post-apocalyptic Steve and your Steve would visit mine from another (non-apocalyptic) world, in dreams! Please interact with this post if you're interested in plotting!!

[steverogersismyreligion]

hi steve nice to meet you! im azara or you can call me az or azzie. pet names also work hehe. - @askazara

Well, nice to meet you Azzie!

[justawhitewolf]

Steve found some old photos

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

Tell me I'm wrong in any way?

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[amaranthmori]