#brklynlost

[brklynfound]

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It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we do 'Cause I was going down, but I was doing it with you Yeah, everything we broke, and all the trouble that we made But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

Oh, look what we became

@brklynlost

[wdova-archive]

“ I want this, so much. “         “ It’s really nice to hear you say that. ”

for @brklynlost and our chat about first kisses.

[unexceptional-broken]

               OUT. || When @brklynlost​ says this about Becky, you know that she’s got some spunk. 

[coulsonxarchive]

      “ anonymous ” wants to know wtf is wrong with coulson, “  what the fuck is wrong with you why cant you give up trying to convince bucky to go to karaoke????????? ”

      “ if you don’t wanna see me dancin’ with somebody,         if you wanna believe that anything could stop me,         don’t show up, don’t come out,         don’t start carin’ ‘bout me now.         walk away, you know how.         don’t start carin’ ‘bout me now.         aren’t you the guy who tried to         hurt me with ‘ goodbye ’ ? ”

      and yes, he’s singing to you, clucky. @brklynlost

[bellexmort-a]

@brklynlost​ gets a smol thing

“ ....what do you mean you ship out in a week?” she said, voice cracking at the end of it as her brain processed what bucky had just told her. it shouldn’t be surprising. with the war going on, more and more men were being called to serve....but somehow it still catches her off guard. “i--....james you can’t-- you can’t go....” she has a deep, sinking feeling about it all....that if he goes, she’ll never see him again. her heart begins to race, and lydia has to sit down as she swallows. “...i....i forbid it....you can’t....”

[sommerfelds]

          shoshana doesn’t bother to mask her  displeasure  ;  it’s clear in the way her mouth presses tightly and her eyes flash.       she won’t admit concern, of course ;  that’s never been her way.  but she steps away from her apartment door anyway with a bit of a huff to let the taller man inside, hazel eyes fixed sharply on his battered face.   ❛   I   don’t   want to know, do I?   ❜   she says bitterly, more statement than actual question as she closes the door behind him.   ❛   careful not to brush against my coat,   ❜   sho gestures to it hanging off a hook on the back of the closet door,   ❛   it’s  chanel.   ❜       //       @brklynlost.  sc.

[royalgcnius-arc]

　　　　closed starter for @brklynlost​

　　　　Shuri  had  fallen so  many  times  that  day  she  had  lost  count  of  them,  the  powers of  the  Black  Panther  not really  helping  when  she  had  barely  any  knowledge  of  physical  fighting and  found  herself facing  the  White  Wolf  of  Wakanda.  Or  maybe  they  were  helping,  in  a  way,  avoiding  her  the  broken bone  that  would  follow  her  falling  on  her  wrist. Shit.  She  was  pretty  sure  the  Ancestors had  been  high on  heart-shaped  herbs  when  choosing her  as  the  next  protector of  Wakanda.  She couldn’t  even  protect herself  without  her  technology,  Ayo insisting  she  should learn  to  fight  without  it  before  adding gadget  to  her  strength.  Shuri  thought  it  was  bullshit,  of  course,  but  she knew better  than  to  argue  with  a  Dora.  If  anything, she  was  going  to  tell  her  I  told  you  so  once turned  into  a  corpse.  She  had  asked  Bucky  to  not  go  easy  on  her,  cause real  enemies  wouldn’t either,  but  she  wasn’t  completely sure  he  had  listened  to her  request.  She was  kinda  glad  for  it, as  she  quickly rolled  back  to  her  feet  although  with  a  small  wine.  

　　　　«  Again.  »  Well,  a  lot  of  things  could  be  said  of  princess Shuri,  but  not  that  he  wasn’t  determined.  Or  stubborn,  which  was  the  word  Shuri  knew  T’Challa would  have  used  if  he  had  been  there,  instead of  somewhere  in  the  deep  space.  She  couldn’t  believed she  had  envied him  for  being  able  to  go  travel in  the  galaxy, clearly  karma  had  its  cruel  way  of  showing  her  how  wrong she  had  been.  As  she  prepared  herself to  try  again  the  attack Bucky  had  spent  all  the  afternoon  trying to  teach  her,  Shuri  wondered what  T’Challa  would  have  done  in  her  place.  It  was  easier, she  realized,  to  take  his  fighting  and  turn  it  into  her  own,  as  she  had  spent  years  memorizing  his  style  so  she  could  create  weapons that  were  just right  for  him.  So  she  mimicked,  running towards  Bucky  at  heightened  speed, then  changing  direction last  minute.  She  pivoted,  hands  using  the  White  Wolf’s broad  shoulders  as  a  lever. Springing  like  a  feline,  she  now  had  to  turn  the  situation in  her  favor, landing  right  behind the  guy  and  use  her  foot to knock  him  on  the  ground. Unless  he  caught her  first,  which  was  exactly what  had  happened the  last  twenty times  they  had  tried  that.  

[seraphaem]

@brklynlost​ 

THEY PULLED OVER as dusk began to fall.      It was shared looks over the console, glances in the mirror, her fingers toying restlessly with her skirt, his hand a little too heavy on her knee.       She whispered the request in his ear, her hand on his chest, and he’d complied without question. The car slowed to a stop on the shoulder of a county road beneath a copse of trees, rain on the roof and the two of them clambering into the back seat like a couple of teenagers.       She’s in his lap, her skirt hiked up, her arm around his shoulders. She kisses him, off-center and sloppy, and rain patters down the windows outside. 

[mistrclean]

“ i’m a motherfucker with a heart. ”   @brklynlost​  

“ THE FUCK’S THAT SUPPOSED T’MEAN? ”  liam’s not always a man of many words, possibly conveying more in his facial expression than the average person.  a brow raises as the other lowers, head cocking back almost as if he’s about to be slapped across the face.

“ if this is some weird way of you tryin’ t’be sweet on me, i’m not sure batman is my type. ”

[brklynfound]

i dunno what summarizes their relationship more, this post or the fact they’re both idiots on the phone. @brklynlost​

[wdova-archive]

@brklynlost​ said:i see you’re going to make me ask.          tfatws sentence starters!

"𝙽𝙾 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚁. 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴." from soldier to james and sergeant and now back to soldier. it’s easier to detach herself. it’s getting out of hand. the closeness, the understanding, and the touches.  “you were fooling yourself, if you thought I would stay longer than I was needed.” she is not her ( never marble, no matter how much she pretends, she is not natalia, maybe he thinks the same, they all do ).  so she puts on her mask, it hides her fears and her sorrows and insecurities under a blanket of disinterest attitude.

[unexceptional-broken]

( @brklynlost​ ) « starter call

               “I’M ABOUT TO say somethin’ that I didn’t say about a million years ago.” She reached over to fix the lapel on his uniform jacket; he looked so similar and yet... so different. She supposed she did, too. 

It had been a long road to seeing him back in the uniform, involving a lot of fighting by the people around her brother; she herself had written a letter, hand delivered by Steve, about how she had an American flag with her brother’s name on it which she’d happily return, with public fanfare, if they really didn’t think her brother had served well in the military. She might have also asked to then have all of the props they’d kept on display in the Smithsonian if they really felt that way as well... but soon enough, there was an event scheduled. 

None of them wanted the actual pomp and circumstance of all of this, but there was something cathartic about the fact that Jimmy was going to be recognized for being the truly good person that he was. 

“You look good in this uniform,” she finally said, glancing up at him before focusing her attention on the way his ribbons were pinned. She wondered if his mind had gone just where hers had gone: the last time he’d stood in front of her in his uniform, she’d been so scared of what could happen to him that she’d said he’d looked ridiculous and not handsome in the least, and after his bus had turned the corner, she’d made her way up to the apartment they’d shared and she’d cried into his shirt. This time was different. 

“I love you a whole lot,” she said with a small, proud smile, her eyes crinkling in the corner and looking more like him than she ever had before. “A whole, whole lot.” 

[threefled]

[forehead touch] your muse rests their forehead against my muse's.  @brklynlost​ 

sleep  often  alluded  him,  existing  on  as  little  as  possible  for  him  to  still  function.  everything  he  had  done  for  O.R.I.O.N.   haunted  him  within  his  dreams;  not  satisfied  with  only  playing  through  his  waking  mind.  to  sleep  was  to  be  scared  of  his  own  mind,  something  he  was  still  learning  to  trust  even  whilst  awake.  he  had  not  even  realised  he  had  fallen  into  a  sleep  state  until  hands  were  pulling  him  from  the  cold,  dark  dream  that  had  chosen  to  chase  him  tonight.  wild  gaze  searches  for  the  threat  as  he  shoots  upright,  chest  tight  with  the  panic  that  they’d  been  found. 

 though  he  only  finds  bucky  there,  a  look  of  concern  pulling  at  his  brow.  releasing  a  breath,  forcing  himself  to  settle  his  breathing.  “  sorry.  ”  word  muttered  under  his  breath,  one  hand  reaching  out  to  settle  over  bucky’s.  eyes  open  as  he  feels  him  shift  closer,  small  smile  pulling  at  the  corners  of  his  lips  as  their  foreheads  touch.  fingers  squeeze  against  his  hand,  swallowing  heavily,  heart  beat  increasing;  now  due  to  their  closeness  rather  than  the  lingering  panic  of  his  nightmare.  “  i  didn’t  wake  you  did  i  ?  ”  words  whispered  softly  into  the  space  between  them,  free  hand  lifting  to  press  against  the  side  of  the  other’s  neck  lightly;  anchoring  himself  to  this  moment.  to  the  present.

[sommerfelds]

          sho’s past the point of needing to look  perfect  when he comes around  -  if she’d ever felt that obligation to begin with.       frankly, she’s never been terribly shy about looking a bit messy in her own apartment particularly ;  she’s always been of the opinion that anybody who couldn’t handle it was being a bit   unrealistic   anyway.  at the moment, she’s sitting at her kitchen table, biting down at the tip of her tongue as she scowls at her computer screen, wearing sweat pants and a loose t-shirt, her auburn hair piled atop her hair in a bun.  when she hears the door open   (  she’d told him it would be unlocked  ) ,   she doesn’t even glance up, but a small groan escapes her at the smell of   fresh pizza.   ❛   I hate that I hate you a little bit  less  every time you walk in here with food.  pleeeease tell me you remembered my banana peppers or I  just might cry.   ❜   you know.  internally.       //       @brklynlost.  sc.

[ofmockingjay]

@brklynlost​  hit the 💜 for a starter  

                                     ‘’         . . .       how’s your restraining order going?        ‘’

[mythbloomed]

“  ah  !  a  smile  !  i  told  you  i  could  make  you  smile.  ”  @brklynlost​ 

cheeks  flush  lightly  at  his  words,  though  the  smile  in  question  continues  to  pull  at  her  lips.  rolling  her  eyes  as  she  turned  to  the  other,  nudging  him  lightly  with  her  shoulder.  “  alright,  no  need  for  the  i  told  you  so.  i  hear  enough  of  that  from  everyone  else.  ”  though  her  tone  holds  enough  humour  for  him  to  realise  she  is  joking.  “  you  must  think  me  silly  for  becoming  upset  over  something  as  small  as  this.  ”  words  are  quieter  this  time,  turning  her  gaze  back  to  the  path  they  were  following.  her  father  always  liked  to  remind  her  that  there  were  bigger  things  at  stake  than  whatever  small  worry  she  was  upsetting  herself  over,  and  whilst  she  knew  that  to  be  the  truth,  she  still  could  not  help  herself  at  times.  “  perhaps  i  should  like  to  make  you  smile.  ”  brows  lift,  smile  widening  as  she  veers  off  the  path,  plucking  one  of  the  fragrant  flowers  from  it’s  place.  “  for  your  troubles.  ”  slight  courtesy  is  given  as  she  offers  the  bloom  to  him.