#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. 

[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.

[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....”

[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. ”