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[hailhydrasheads]

“Yeah well if Captain Target won’t listen, I’ll be sticking around his indestructible ass like glue,” Brock barked out a harsh laugh. Trying not to sound hysteric as he realized just when they were. He couldn’t stop the cold sweat from prickling at his hairline as he realized just how bad things were gonna go. Leaning in to grab Bucky’s hand tightly. Trying to keep his secret even as he tried to warn Bucky, “Don’t let your guard down. If you pick up that dinner plate he carries around, aim it outside, not in. Anything that knocks him off his feet’ll throw you like an empty can.”

He looked at Bucky intently. Trying to make him understand. He couldn’t tell him the truth, but he needed him to understand.

“That guy won’t be killed by anything mundane. A bullet to the brain maybe, but if he falls, he won’t splatter like we will,” he insisted tightly, “at least look for him if he falls. Even if it’s just to have something to send home. Promise me.”

Back to the Future

Brock was screwed.

He was more than screwed, but he didn’t know how else to put it. He was in a prison cell while the first leader of the American branch of SHIELD’s HYDRA puttered around the room making all sorts of noises in his nasally little tone of voice and he had no idea how to prove he was really HYDRA without majorly fucking everything up.

He blamed that asshole Strucker for this whole scenario. Scientists and eggheads always wanted to play with shit they didn’t understand and now Brock was here in a place he didn’t know with a bunch of bleeding puncture marks from landing on a tray of surgical tools and healing burns all over his face and hands from whatever bullshit weapon strucker had been trying to make from leftover tesseract power cells from the 40s.

He didn’t even know what year it was, let alone any other details. He knew that this was one of the HYDRA bases that had been hit, but he didn’t know anything other than that. He didn’t even know if Captain America was still prancing around in pixie shorts or if he’d already rescued his boyfriend.

It didnt matter, but Brock would really rather not become the winter soldier junior. He shivered when he saw the weaselly little scientist draw up a syringe full of some strange glowing liquid, but remained silent. They hadn’t seemed to understand him or care when he’d told them he was hydra, so he’d given up. Designed to being just a guinea pig until he ended up in an unmarked grave or dead.

@tormentedsoldier

[hailhydrasheads]

we getting funky and feral up in this joint

feral winter soldier my love

[hailhydrasheads]

[hailhydrasheads]

“Someone as squirrelly as that guy is probably has some tricks up his sleeve,” Brock hummed, thing to think of how to keep the soldier from being made. Trying to wrack his brains to remember a lesson so long ago, “if I was him, he might try to break your team up and isolate your heavy hitters from the sappers and comms. I think I heard you’re catching a train tomorrow. If the doors are busted, they can’t decouple the cars that are attached. It might slow you down a bit, but better safe than sorry when it comes to catching this guy, right?”

Back to the Future

Brock was screwed.

He was more than screwed, but he didn’t know how else to put it. He was in a prison cell while the first leader of the American branch of SHIELD’s HYDRA puttered around the room making all sorts of noises in his nasally little tone of voice and he had no idea how to prove he was really HYDRA without majorly fucking everything up.

He blamed that asshole Strucker for this whole scenario. Scientists and eggheads always wanted to play with shit they didn’t understand and now Brock was here in a place he didn’t know with a bunch of bleeding puncture marks from landing on a tray of surgical tools and healing burns all over his face and hands from whatever bullshit weapon strucker had been trying to make from leftover tesseract power cells from the 40s.

He didn’t even know what year it was, let alone any other details. He knew that this was one of the HYDRA bases that had been hit, but he didn’t know anything other than that. He didn’t even know if Captain America was still prancing around in pixie shorts or if he’d already rescued his boyfriend.

It didnt matter, but Brock would really rather not become the winter soldier junior. He shivered when he saw the weaselly little scientist draw up a syringe full of some strange glowing liquid, but remained silent. They hadn’t seemed to understand him or care when he’d told them he was hydra, so he’d given up. Designed to being just a guinea pig until he ended up in an unmarked grave or dead.

@tormentedsoldier

[hailhydrasheads]

We love defiant whumpees getting muzzled, but what about broken and conditioned whumpees getting muzzled

Knowing that they don't need to be treated like a rabid animal, and yet whumper insists on it

Knowing that no matter what happens, they wouldn't dare resist or get violent, yet being treated no differently

And both people know this. There's no reason to keep whumpee restrained, none at all

Except to remind them of their utter helplessness

[hailhydrasheads]

“Just know that if you double-cross me, you won’t like what I’ll do to you,” Brock barked out another one of his harsh little laughs, patting the soldier’s chest again as he grinned crookedly, seeming eager to touch while he still could, “I hear you’re a death seeker, Zemo. It ain’t hard to make sure you want to start looking harder, but can’t.”

He finally withdrew and gestured for them to follow.

“You ain’t gonna believe who it is, but I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough,” Brock snickered to himself, “did you know? Your ol pal Cap left his little legacy agent holding the bag during your stink in Germany. They were fuckin pissed about it. She’s been skulking around lately. Bet she’d know if anyone does.”

“You’d be hard-pressed to find out what she doesn’t know,” he continued, nodding to the guards as he passed and opening the door to somewhere else, “but you came to me, so I get first dibs before she gets her cut.”

Open starter - Falcon And Winter Soldier AU

Bucky had no idea what he'd been thinking agreeing to Zemo's risky mission. Going to Madripoor to get their hands on some crucial intel on that bloody serum someone had apparently managed to re-create, pretending to be the Winter Soldier again so to make it more believable why he was there. Bucky had wanted to laugh at the suggestion. The idea was insane for so many reasons, and he wanted to turn it down, wanted to stay out of it, but he didn't.

Of course he didn't. Zemo was right about that. It was their best and only chance. So he had reluctantly agreed, ignoring the gnawing feeling that there was something... rather important that Zemo wasn't telling him. And oh, little did he know just how right he was with that suspicion. There was something the man wasn't telling him and for good reason as Bucky soon came to realize. He'd never agreed to it if he'd known that particular detail, but it didn't matter. It was too late now anyway. Too late to turn on his heels and run. Too late to escape the ghost from his past now catching up on him. The face of a dead man now grinning at him from across the crowded room...

Only Brock Rumlow wasn't dead. He was very much alive and slowly walking towards him. Past Sam who looked just as horrified as Bucky felt, past Zemo who didn't look as surprised at all and even nodded at the man with an equally confident smile. Like he'd fucking known they'd meet him there instead of Selby and it was then that Bucky just knew that was the case. Exactly like the mission on that train so many decades ago, this was a trap to get him too! And just like back during the war, he'd walked right into this one as well.

God he felt stupid for not seeing through it earlier, for not figuring it out before it was too late. Bucky felt stupid and scared and terrified and as his former superior came to stand right in front of him but he didn't move a muscle. Didn't dare to as he tried to push the rest of the world out of his mind, tried so desperately to ignore Sam's eyes burning into him and could do nothing but pray that the Winter Soldier's cold and emotionless facade wouldn't crumble.

[hailhydrasheads]

“Well, I think I can lend a hand…” Brock hummed, thoughtful as he watched Zemo and Sam with eyes crinkling in amusement. Wondering how far he could push as he let his hand come up to press on the soldier’s chest just lightly, “for a price anyways.”

He snickered to himself before straightening up and stepping away from the soldier. Finally giving him room to breathe as Brock settled himself on the back of the couch he’d been sitting on.

“I get a dose of that good shit and the rest is all yours,” Brock barked out a laugh, “I’m curious to see what it’ll do to me and if I’ll go all red skull or end up the epitome of perfection like Saint Rogers.”

Open starter - Falcon And Winter Soldier AU

Bucky had no idea what he'd been thinking agreeing to Zemo's risky mission. Going to Madripoor to get their hands on some crucial intel on that bloody serum someone had apparently managed to re-create, pretending to be the Winter Soldier again so to make it more believable why he was there. Bucky had wanted to laugh at the suggestion. The idea was insane for so many reasons, and he wanted to turn it down, wanted to stay out of it, but he didn't.

Of course he didn't. Zemo was right about that. It was their best and only chance. So he had reluctantly agreed, ignoring the gnawing feeling that there was something... rather important that Zemo wasn't telling him. And oh, little did he know just how right he was with that suspicion. There was something the man wasn't telling him and for good reason as Bucky soon came to realize. He'd never agreed to it if he'd known that particular detail, but it didn't matter. It was too late now anyway. Too late to turn on his heels and run. Too late to escape the ghost from his past now catching up on him. The face of a dead man now grinning at him from across the crowded room...

Only Brock Rumlow wasn't dead. He was very much alive and slowly walking towards him. Past Sam who looked just as horrified as Bucky felt, past Zemo who didn't look as surprised at all and even nodded at the man with an equally confident smile. Like he'd fucking known they'd meet him there instead of Selby and it was then that Bucky just knew that was the case. Exactly like the mission on that train so many decades ago, this was a trap to get him too! And just like back during the war, he'd walked right into this one as well.

God he felt stupid for not seeing through it earlier, for not figuring it out before it was too late. Bucky felt stupid and scared and terrified and as his former superior came to stand right in front of him but he didn't move a muscle. Didn't dare to as he tried to push the rest of the world out of his mind, tried so desperately to ignore Sam's eyes burning into him and could do nothing but pray that the Winter Soldier's cold and emotionless facade wouldn't crumble.

[hailhydrasheads]

EMOTIONAL/PLOT DRIVEN INTIMACY PROMPTS

[ 1 ] for our muses to be in the midst of foreplay/building up to sex but one stops the other to make some kind of confession.

[ 2 ] for sender to wake up receiver after having a nightmare and initiate sex as comfort.

[ 3 ] for receiver to wake up sender after having a nightmare and initiate sex as comfort.

[ 4 ] our muses have just made up after a fight and begin to get intimate, trying to rebuild trust.

[ 5 ] one muse has just gone through a break up and goes to the other for comfort which leads to sex.

[ 6 ] sender had a bad date and receiver shows up at their door to cheer them up. they get a little tipsy and start making out.

[ 7 ] receiver had a bad date and sender shows up at their door to cheer them up. they get a little tipsy and start making out.

[ 8 ] our muses reunite after having been apart for an extended length of time which leads to sex, clothes everywhere, barely making it to the bed or not at all.

[ 9 ] sender is upset, receiver tries to confront them but rather than talk about it, sender initiates sex.

[ 10 ] receiver is upset, sender tries to confront them but rather than talk about it, receiver initiates sex.

[ 11 ] our muses try to break up only to end up having emotional/heated sex.

[ 12 ] sender confesses to having a crush on receiver which leads to receiver initiating sex.

[ 13 ] receiver confesses to having a crush on sender which leads to sender initiating sex.

[ 14 ] our muses lose power during a storm and have sex to keep warm or out of boredom.

[ 15 ] our muses are not together but sender confesses to receiver how lonely they are which spurs on receiver to initiate sex for comfort.

[ 16 ] our muses are not together but receiver confesses to sender how lonely they are which spurs on sender to initiate sex for comfort.

[ 17 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "you're so beautiful/handsome"

[ 18 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "i love you"

[ 19 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "i missed you"

[ 20 ] for our muses to hold each other after sex, naked and warm and unwilling to detangle just yet.

a few sentences:

❝ i just want to feel something good. ❞

❝ i missed you so much. i just need you close to me right now. ❞

❝ let me show you how much i love you. ❞

❝ let me show you just how much i need you. ❞

❝ it doesn't have to mean anything, i'd just like some company tonight... ❞

❝ can i stay over tonight? i don't want to sleep alone right now. ❞

❝ i like the way you make me feel. i want to feel that way right now. i need to be with you. ❞

❝ no better way of getting over someone than getting under someone else, hey? ❞

❝ hey look you're not 'using' me if i'm the one offering. don't you think i get lonely too? ❞

❝ i miss the feeling of you inside me. ❞

❝ i miss being inside you. i miss feeling like we're the only two people in existence. ❞

❝ god all i did was think about you earlier and i got...excited. ❞

❝ i don't want to miss you anymore. please just kiss me. ❞

❝ will you just hold me for a little while? ❞

❝ this doesn't mean i'm not still mad at you— ❞

❝ i'm not sure if i forgive you yet, but i miss you. and i'm tired of missing you so... ❞

❝ i'm not sure how to ask this but—i've had a shit night. and you always used to make me feel good. ❞

❝ just come here. let me take care of you. ❞

❝ just relax. i'll do all the work. ❞

[hailhydrasheads]

“Well isn’t this a surprise?” Brock grinned, all teeth as he slunk closer. Amused at the sight of the stoic winter soldier right there in front of everyone, “I thought you were on sabbatical in Wakanda.”

Leaning in to splay himself against the soldier’s side as he grinned at the horrified falcon and their little friend.

“You looking for something, sweetheart or did you just miss me that much?” He asked, smug and sly, knowing how much the others couldn’t break their cover if they wanted him to stay quiet.

Open starter - Falcon And Winter Soldier AU

Bucky had no idea what he'd been thinking agreeing to Zemo's risky mission. Going to Madripoor to get their hands on some crucial intel on that bloody serum someone had apparently managed to re-create, pretending to be the Winter Soldier again so to make it more believable why he was there. Bucky had wanted to laugh at the suggestion. The idea was insane for so many reasons, and he wanted to turn it down, wanted to stay out of it, but he didn't.

Of course he didn't. Zemo was right about that. It was their best and only chance. So he had reluctantly agreed, ignoring the gnawing feeling that there was something... rather important that Zemo wasn't telling him. And oh, little did he know just how right he was with that suspicion. There was something the man wasn't telling him and for good reason as Bucky soon came to realize. He'd never agreed to it if he'd known that particular detail, but it didn't matter. It was too late now anyway. Too late to turn on his heels and run. Too late to escape the ghost from his past now catching up on him. The face of a dead man now grinning at him from across the crowded room...

Only Brock Rumlow wasn't dead. He was very much alive and slowly walking towards him. Past Sam who looked just as horrified as Bucky felt, past Zemo who didn't look as surprised at all and even nodded at the man with an equally confident smile. Like he'd fucking known they'd meet him there instead of Selby and it was then that Bucky just knew that was the case. Exactly like the mission on that train so many decades ago, this was a trap to get him too! And just like back during the war, he'd walked right into this one as well.

God he felt stupid for not seeing through it earlier, for not figuring it out before it was too late. Bucky felt stupid and scared and terrified and as his former superior came to stand right in front of him but he didn't move a muscle. Didn't dare to as he tried to push the rest of the world out of his mind, tried so desperately to ignore Sam's eyes burning into him and could do nothing but pray that the Winter Soldier's cold and emotionless facade wouldn't crumble.

[hailhydrasheads]

Brock huffed, shaking his head and scowling at Bucky’s insistence. He threw up his hands though, giving up since he seemed like he didn’t believe Brock anyways. Rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

“Yeah sure. Whatever. Don’t say I didn’t try to tell you the war’s been over. These guys are definitely radicals or something,” he grumbled, pulling on his gloves to tighten them against his hands, “I want to fight back. They deserve what’s coming to them.”

Back to the Future

Brock was screwed.

He was more than screwed, but he didn’t know how else to put it. He was in a prison cell while the first leader of the American branch of SHIELD’s HYDRA puttered around the room making all sorts of noises in his nasally little tone of voice and he had no idea how to prove he was really HYDRA without majorly fucking everything up.

He blamed that asshole Strucker for this whole scenario. Scientists and eggheads always wanted to play with shit they didn’t understand and now Brock was here in a place he didn’t know with a bunch of bleeding puncture marks from landing on a tray of surgical tools and healing burns all over his face and hands from whatever bullshit weapon strucker had been trying to make from leftover tesseract power cells from the 40s.

He didn’t even know what year it was, let alone any other details. He knew that this was one of the HYDRA bases that had been hit, but he didn’t know anything other than that. He didn’t even know if Captain America was still prancing around in pixie shorts or if he’d already rescued his boyfriend.

It didnt matter, but Brock would really rather not become the winter soldier junior. He shivered when he saw the weaselly little scientist draw up a syringe full of some strange glowing liquid, but remained silent. They hadn’t seemed to understand him or care when he’d told them he was hydra, so he’d given up. Designed to being just a guinea pig until he ended up in an unmarked grave or dead.

@tormentedsoldier

[hailhydrasheads]

you CANNOT CONVINCE ME THERE ISN'T A RESEMBLANCE. THE BLACK TEE?? THE HOLSTERS?? THE FINGERLESS FUCKING GLOVES????? PUH LEASE

[hailhydrasheads]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐢'𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

❝ you don’t have to say anything just let me stay with you. ❞

❝ i’m here, and i’m not going anywhere. ❞

❝ you’re not alone. not while i’m around. ❞

❝ want me to hold your hand for a while? ❞

❝ i noticed you’ve been quiet lately. do you want to talk or just sit together? ❞

❝ you don’t have to pretend around me. i see you. ❞

❝ even when it feels like no one cares i do. always. ❞

❝ i brought your favorite snacks and something soft to wear. ❞

❝ let’s watch something silly and forget the world for a while. ❞

❝ you don’t have to be strong for me. i’ve got you. ❞

❝ can i just hold you for a little while? ❞

❝ i don’t know the right words, but i’m not leaving. ❞

❝ take all the time you need i’ll still be right here. ❞

❝ you don’t have to carry this alone anymore. ❞

❝ your feelings are valid. every single one of them. ❞

❝ just rest. i’ll stay until you fall asleep. ❞

❝ even in silence, you matter to me. ❞

❝ let’s take it slow, okay? i’m with you. ❞

❝ you are so deeply loved even when you can’t feel it. ❞

❝ i see how hard you’re trying, and i’m so proud of you. ❞

❝ lean on me tonight. i’ll carry the heavy stuff for a while. ❞

❝ want to lay your head in my lap and breathe for a bit? ❞

❝ you don’t have to explain. i just want to make you feel safe. ❞

❝ no matter what your mind tells you you’re not a burden. ❞

❝ i can’t fix everything, but i can be here. and i am. ❞

❝ i’ll sit in the dark with you until you’re ready for the light again. ❞

❝ i don’t need you to be okay right now. i just need you to let me stay. ❞

❝ i’ll be the one who stays, even when it gets heavy. ❞

❝ i know it’s hard to ask for help. so don’t. i’m offering. ❞

❝ there’s nothing wrong with needing someone. i need you, too. ❞

❝ you don’t have to fix yourself to be worthy of love. ❞

❝ if it hurts, you can tell me. if you can’t speak, i’ll still stay. ❞

❝ you’ve made it through every hard day so far. and i’ll help you through this one. ❞

❝ i’m not scared of your sadness. you don’t scare me. ❞

❝ let me hold you until the world feels less loud. ❞

❝ we don’t need to talk. let me just be here with you. ❞

❝ your existence makes the world better, even when you feel like it doesn’t. ❞

❝ i love you. not in spite of your sadness, but including it. ❞

❝ i know you feel like no one sees you. but i do. i always do. ❞

❝ you mean more to me than you’ll ever know. ❞

❝ i’m not expecting a smile. i’m just staying close. ❞

❝ i know you’re hurting. i’ll keep showing up anyway. ❞

❝ you don’t have to feel okay for me to love you. ❞

[hailhydrasheads]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝

❝ i don’t know how to move on from you. ❞

❝ everything reminds me of what we used to be. ❞

❝ i still sleep on one side of the bed, just in case. ❞

❝ how do i stop missing someone who doesn’t miss me? ❞

❝ i think part of me is still waiting for you. ❞

❝ you promised you wouldn’t leave… and then you did. ❞

❝ i can’t unlove you, no matter how hard i try. ❞

❝ it hurts that you’re fine without me. ❞

❝ do you ever think about me at all? ❞

❝ i see your face in everyone but it’s never you. ❞

❝ loving you broke something in me. ❞

❝ i gave you everything, and you still walked away. ❞

❝ i’d do it all over again, even knowing how it ends. ❞

❝ i thought we were forever. i really did. ❞

❝ i’m not angry, i’m just… tired. so tired. ❞

❝ maybe i was never what you wanted. ❞

❝ i still talk to you like you’re here. ❞

❝ it’s not that i want you back. i just want the pain to stop. ❞

❝ the worst part is knowing you’re happier now. ❞

❝ i wish i could hate you, but all i feel is empty. ❞

❝ i miss the way you made me feel like i mattered. ❞

❝ i’m not over you. i don’t know if i ever will be. ❞

❝ i told everyone i was fine... i lied. ❞

❝ please tell me it meant something to you. anything. ❞

❝ you left, and it’s like i stopped being real. ❞

[hailhydrasheads]

Brock was still deeply asleep.

Inside HYDRA, there had been an undercurrent of strain in everything he did. Keeping everything tightly locked down so no one would have even a hint of his inner thoughts. Hard and brittle and sharp like volcanic glass. Cutting everyone around him except one.

Polished softness for the asset that was so lethal and dangerous and beautiful. A prowling tiger with a lethal bite and deadly claws.

Brock was smitten from first sight, but did nothing. Kept his cards pressed tight to his chest. Only unbending in secret. A hand on the shoulder. A pat on the head. Insisting he was cold as he dragged the soldier into his bedding on missions.

And somehow, after all the chips fell, the soldier had chosen him instead of someone else. Had cleaved himself to the brittle broken thing he’d become after such a catastrophic failure.

And even now, he didn’t believe it.

Expecting to wake up from this beautiful dream. Clinging so tightly to the soldier as he slept. He was insatiable for the soldier. Desperate to show him the affection that he’d been forced to hide. Eager to submit and let the soldier do whatever he wanted to Brock’s body. Anything to prove that his love was true in his own broken way.

“We’re married” - @hailhydrasheads

A life lived happily ever after was all Bucky had ever wanted. And even though he knew he probably would never get even a chance to make his love for his partner official, let alone get married to him, Bucky had still decided to hold on to that tiny glimpse of hope that - hopefully someday - his dream would come true. But then everything had gone to shit and suddenly the threat that he could potentially get arrested and punished for falling in love with another man was the least of his problems.

The war raging in Europe, the fall from the train he was so sure he couldn't survive, the things Zola did to make him pull through his supposedly lethal injuries, the torture by Hydra that had turned him into their mindless puppet, the countless times he thought he'd finally die and yet somehow.... Fate had found a way to make him live through unspeakable things and now there he was: married to a man who loved him as much as Bucky loved him.

It seemed more like a miracle than reality but he'd learned to accept that now, finally, it was his turn to be happy. For as long as it would last, Bucky had promised himself to cherish every single second of it. And he did.

Which was why he slowly rolled over in their bed, careful not to wake his husband and just watch him sleep so peacefully for a couple of minutes more. A soft smile curving the former assassin's lips up as his eyes lingered on Brock's face; studying his features like he always did when he couldn't sleep, unable to believe just how lucky he was.

[hailhydrasheads]

Wanna do an rp where Brock just gets his scrawny ass plowed like the slut he is

[hailhydrasheads]

Cinnamon Roll Milk Bread

[hailhydrasheads]

sometimes someone isn’t “toxic,” they’re just “abrasive.” or “mutagenic” or “highly flammable,” and you should always check their material safety data sheet to be sure