#crossxbones

What a way to spend your fucking birthday.

Not that he really cared about it-- the only thing that mattered was he was an adult now, technically, and that made things far easier from here on out for a many number of reasons. Brown eyes flick to the man in the drivers seat, watching behind dark sunglasses as he bops along to whatever music is playing on the radio. JJ can’t hear it. He has his own headphones in, cranked up to the highest volume so as to avoid conversation. 

He liked road trips as much as the next guy, but the company they had to keep on this job was not the type of company JJ liked. He knew he couldn’t say a damn word about it. They were part of Crossbones’ gang, and JJ had very little say in the goings on of who stayed and who left. It wasn’t his place, and he knew his place very well. Keep quiet, keep your eyes down, and you’ll get pretty far with the bulky man seated just next to him.

-200 THEY LOOK GREAT TBH!!!!!!!

     detailed pre-established relationship | accepting !

Send me a ♡ and I’ll bold what I want to see with our muses and italicize things I may be open to!

I WANT OUR MUSES TO BE: friends | ex-friends | rivals | rivals with sexual/romantic tension | enemies | enemies with sexual/romantic tension | lovers | ex-lovers | partners/coworkers | pen pals/internet friends | friends with benefits | soulmates

OUR MUSES MET: as children | as teenagers | as adults | just recently

Jemma’s career in Hydra up until now had been very very unimpressive, annoyingly so. She had been held back, working on nothing but conformation analysis which was- well insultingly below her skill level and horribly boring. If she weren’t a spy she would have quit by now. That was all changing now. Having finally gained some trust with Bakshi- doing something that twisted the insides of her stomach when she thought too much about it- she was being brought in on one of his pet projects.

The instructions were simple: Fix him. That was it, work with the doctors, take whatever steps were needed, and fix Commander Brock Rumlow. She’d spent some time in the lab with this problem but now was the time put a bit of her work into action.

The man in question was wrapped up in a hospital bed, plugged into all kinds of machines reading his vitals. Jemma was reading over his medical file again. Everything said he should be dead. A building fell on him, he was covered in 3rd degree burns. This man was a fighter because from what she could tell as she came closer to him, he was actually awake.

“Commander Rumlow?” She asked in a concerned voice. If he was awake she was going to have to ask him before she started injecting him with things. He was a member of Strike... she like living.

my opinion on;

character in general: honestly? i’m not a fan of brock. i straight-up hated him in canon ( no one tries to blow up my bby steve without earning my burning hatred ) BUT!!!!! your brock is another story, and bc of your amazing portrayal i actually have a more favorable view of canon brock as a result, which i think is always a sign of GIFTED RPERhow they play them: SO, SO GOOD? maybe i’m biased bc ilysm but idk tbh, even before we got to talking i thought your brock was stunning. scary as heck and rough around the edges, and i can hear his voice in all of your dialogue! i could gush forever. amazing attention to detail and so much thought put into him. all reasons why this smol baker’s ass belongs entirely to bork lmao, but this goes for all your other muses as wellthe mun: GJFKLASDFFGHKLFSD;KGJHJGKLFDS;KGJKFLD;FSDFGLSD;FDLKFGJ A DIAMOND, A RAY OF SUNSHINE, PLATONIC LOML— um i mean…. p cool i guess…

do i;

follow them: ALWAYS. is following tenure a thing? IF SO YOU HAVE ITrp with them: YESSS. i would gladly do it 24/7 tbh, can’t get enough of your lovely museswant to rp with them: DO I EVEN NEED TO ANSWER THIS ship their character with mine: sO MUCH. all our muses’ chemistry is so good???

what is my;

overall opinion: best friend anyone could ask for, partner in crime, salt-venting buddy, and WONDERFULLY TALENTED WRITER WITH INCREDIBLE MUSES I CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF SPEAKING TO AND RPING WITH <333

So, their first date didn’t go exactly as planned. It ended with Teddy all but slamming his apartment door in Brock’s face and a hard reprimand over text message about what was right and what was wrong. Grown ass man can’t keep it in his pants-- Teddy was both flattered and frustrated. It was nice.. you know, knowing that a man of his attractiveness could even look twice at Teddy and find him attractive as well.

But it didn’t mean Brock could get away with anything he wanted just because he was charming and handsome.

Things had settled, of course. They were on their second date after all! The brunet smiles sheepishly at the darker male after taking a big bite of ice cream, free hand lifting to cover his mouth. Bite too big, bite too big! It’s entirely coincidental that Brock would speak up right at this moment. Blue eyes widen, and Teddy nearly groans-- of course he’d have something on his face.

How embarrassing.

And yet... he’s rendered pretty speechless when Brock swipes his spoon across his cheek. The cold makes him suck in a sharp breath, the back of his hand doing little more than smearing the vanilla treat across his flesh. A short groan that melts into a playful giggle, and he tilts his head with a pout. “Brock,” He could whine... or he could be cheeky in return.

“You gotta clean it up now. C’mon,” he leans across the table, careful not to get his dorky tie in the banana split between them. He tilts his head away, showing off his cheek and side eyeing him with a smart ass smirk. 

@crossxbones || Closed Starter || Single!Dad Bucky 

A child’s letter to Santa was always treated with careful hands, it was a child’s wish, their hope and dreams in the letter and the post office always treated each and every letter as it was an important parcel, even if there was no way the letter would get to Santa.

Yet when a young girl of only six climbed up the dining room chair with her small box of crayons and a stack of paper and worked on her letter with determination and not even her father could see what she was writing. Once she was done and they went into town to drop the letter into the public mailbox, she looked up at her father with a hopeful smile as they headed down the street for some hot chocolate. 

‘Dear Santa,        I’ve been extra good this year, I don’t want any toys I just want a new mommy or daddy for my papa... Ever since mommy went to heaven, Papa hasn’t smiled and he’s sad. please Santa, all I want is to see my papa happy again                                                                                            Riley

Some would call it fate or just a series of unlucky when the postman arrived to collect the day’s letter a strong gust of wind caught the man off guard and several letters when flying away, including the child’s letter and landing in front of a random stranger. The envelope had a messy ‘Dear Santa’ written across the front and a drawing of a red star with wings on either side. 

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