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New World Order

Chapter 7

Summary: In this world you were one of three things. A submissive, a switch or a dominant. The state of New York was run by council members, Steve Rogers, James Barnes and Tony Stark, leading the world run by rules and laws ensuring everything was in its rightful place. Violet had been a submissive her whole life. but when a chance arises to add control and freedom into her life, she takes a risk and embarks on a wild ride.

Warnings: Violence, Dystopian themes, Submissive, Switch, Dominant, BDSM, Drug Use, Control, Dark Themes, Slavery, Prisoners, Power Dynamics, Alternative Universe, Sadistic Themes

Natasha was stressed. Everything had to be perfect for tonight's dinner. The council members would be here soon and there was still so much to be done. The table needed to be set, drinks prepared, music and of course the dinner. Not to mention the fact that her sister had decided to do the most illegal thing in this country and take drugs to change her classification. As soon as this night was over, she was going to find a way to turn her back to her submissive classification. The last thing she needed was to lose her job because her sister thought that was a good idea and have the council members find out she was living with someone breaking the sacred laws of the city.

“Is it ready yet?” Natasha stormed into the kitchen, steam coming from pots and pans. The chicken was sitting in the mushroom sauce, keeping warm while the vegetables boiled. Violet was handling the food whilst Natasha was freaking out.

“Calm down it will be on time” Violet argued.

“I can’t calm down, the council members will be here any minute Violet and the table needs setting, the drinks need making, what if they want to have wine and it’s not breathed,” Natasha said quickly, the words stumbling over her tongue as she grabbed the stack of plates and cutlery. Before Violet had a chance to say anything, her sister stormed back out and began setting the table. Violet sighed, shaking her head and checked on the dinner.

Her symptoms had since ceased and she was feeling well. She felt full of energy, and she wasn’t sure if it was all in her head but her skin felt softer, her hair slightly thicker and she felt a tad stronger. But she wondered if it was all just a placebo effect. She didn’t feel too much different to when she was a submissive and she wouldn’t know until she interacted with others. Natasha was still pissed about it but they made an agreement to not bring it up tonight and discuss it tomorrow. Natasha had enough on her plate and Violet didn’t want to ruin the evening or the mood. But she couldn’t help but be excited. Finally, she could start to make her own decisions in life. It wasn’t just about her life partner, the one she’d spend the rest of her life with. Becoming a switch had opened up so many doors for her. Job opportunities, availability for health professionals, power of attorney. It was crazy to think what people couldn’t do because they were classified as submissive. It was as if they weren’t competent enough to have that control in their life. Violet couldn’t wait to test her new life out after the important dinner with the council members.

Violet placed the vegetables and chicken in dishes, keeping them hot in the oven until the council members were ready to eat. All that was left was to clean up and get ready. Violet was also nervous. She hadn’t met any of the council members before and from what Natasha told her about Tony, he could be a little rambunctious. Steve was a friendly guy but a professional demeanour, but it was James she was worried about. Perhaps she should have waited until after dinner to change her classification. They say he can smell a person’s classification. Of course, it was all rumours but that didn’t stop Violet from bricking it when she has to meet him. As long as they believed she was a submissive, everything would be fine.

Violet showered and changed into a floral dress, blue with little white flowers across. It wrapped around her body nicely, hugging her boobs and she topped it with some small heels. Her hair was lengthy and bouncy and some light makeup made her look not like a dead person. A quick spray of perfume and she raced downstairs to help Natasha. She was wearing a tightly fitted black dress with thin black straps and heels. The difference between the two sisters was clear. Natasha was dark whereas Violet was light.

“Why are you setting it for six?” Violet asked as she came into the dining room.

“Starks bringing his apprentice, Peter, I could really do without him but it’s not my choice, get the wine out and let it breathe” she ordered and Violet rolled her eyes. She’d be glad when this dinner was over so she didn’t have to listen to her sister barking orders again. As the last fork was placed, the doorbell rang and Natasha jumped, breathing heavily and panicking, checking her dress and her hair and wiping the sweat away.

“Calm down it will be fine” Violet shrugged. Normally she’d be the one to panic but this time it was the other way around. Truth be told the reason Natasha was so anxious was one, any kind of fuck up could cost her, her job and have them thrown in jail, which was unlikely but was the worst-case scenario and two, her sister was showing signs of a switch when she should be submissive. If James caught wind of that information, he’d send her straight down to the correctional facility.

“Okay, do I look okay?” Natasha asked.

“You look great” Violet smiled and Natasha flashed one back at her.

Natasha rushed off to get the door as Violet waited, smoothing out her dress. A cheer of chatter erupted as the door opened and Violet’s stomach rolled. She heard one of their voices and it sounded like Steves, smooth like butter.

“Come in, I’d like you to meet my sister, Violet” Natasha introduced. Violet took another deep breath just as they walked into the dining room.

Steve was tall, just as she imagined with blonde hair and a bright smile. He was dressed in a simple suit of dark navy, a tie tightly around his neck and bright green eyes. His clean-shaven face made him look young still but powerful He was a thing of beauty and no wonder people worshipped him. Behind him stood a smaller man, with dark hair and dark eyes, a beard sporting his jaw and dressed in a fine suit of black and white. He wore glasses with tints and was on his phone, not bothering to look up. And behind them was a smaller boy. He has a goody smile, brown hair and a clean-shaven face and was dressed in a shirt and trousers with a tie. He looked much younger than the tall men and seemed a little shy. It must be Peter. The only one not among them was James. The three of them had a fresh scent of cologne, creating a cloud.

“This is my sister Violet” Violet took a step forward, holding out her hand for Steve and he took it, smiling and shaking it as they greeted each other.

“Nice to meet you, Natasha hasn’t told us much about you” he said and Violet gave a soft laugh, polite and sweet.

“It's nice to meet you too, hopefully after tonight we’ll know each other well” She smiled and Steve chuckled. “This is Tony” Violet turned to Tony and shook his hand, a narrowed look being given to her through his glasses.

“Now you two don’t look like sisters, let me guess she’s the smart one and you're the pretty one” he joked to which Natasha frowned, clearly not in the mood for jokes. She was too stressed about this dinner to be laughing but Violet went along with it anyway.

“Oh come on red I’m only hassling you, Peter introduce yourself kid” Tony guided him up front to Violet, giving him a push to his back.

“Hi Peter Parker” He held his hand out and she shook it.

“Nice to meet you,” Violet said with a slight blush on her cheeks. A sudden tingle shot through her body, one she hadn’t felt before at the touch of his hand. He was good-looking and seemed friendly. Of course, he was closer in age to her. Perhaps he’d be a match. Violet didn’t want to think anything of this initial attraction and took a step back. Right now she had other things to worry about and not to mention her newfound classification.

“I’m sorry James is late, he had some work he needed to do so will be coming shortly” Steve informed politely. Violet sighed in relief. She was most nervous about meeting him and from what she heard from the whispers in the alleys and the hushed voices at work, he was the most sadistic and cruelest out of the three of them. Maybe due to the fact he took pleasure in making others suffer for their crimes.

“Please come and take a seat, dinner will be ready soon” Natasha offered them each a seat. Tony and Peter sat next to each other on one side with Steve at one of the heads of the table and Natasha at the opposite end, leaving Violet to the right of her and an empty seat for James. Of course, he would be sat next to her.

“Would you like wine Mr Rogers” Natasha asked, holding the open bottle of red that had breathed by now?

“Please… oh and call me Steve, don’t worry I won’t have you fired” he chuckled, making a light joke and the table erupted in a group of different laughs, some nervous, some genuine and some stiff. Peter seemed to find it hilarious whereas Natasha found it nerve-racking. She didn’t want to do anything to jeopardise her position. As far as she was concerned, just about any of them held authority over her even though she was Tony’s PA.

“Yeah red, take the night off” he shrugged. Natasha rolled her eyes but poured him a glass, moving to drop some into Peter’s empty one. He looked excited, like a puppy’s eyes lighting up at the sight of a juicy bone but a large hand covered the glass and moved it away.

“None for him, he’s still training and needs his full attention, you see kid you need to be focused at all times. Peter here is my apprentice, learning from the best on how we develop new technology for this world” Tony explained to Violet who was just as confused as Peter was. She wasn’t sure what a social dinner had to do with engineering but if his boss said no then it was a no.

“Thank you, Natasha,” Steve said with a smile and she seemed to relax. Her tension was soon leaving her and Violet would be glad the minute she wasn’t so tense. Natasha took her seat, tucked herself in and was about to say something when the doorbell rang. It must be James.

“I’ll get it” Violet offered sweetly, rising from the table and trotting to the door. She didn’t want Natasha any more stressed than she was. The chatter of the table slowly droned out as she reached the door and opened it, revealing another tall and rather handsome man. He was dressed in a dark black suit, a black turtleneck sweater underneath hugging his neck. A rich scent of cologne hit her nostrils and he stood with his hands in his pockets. As he turned, she was met with bright blue eyes, a chiselled jawline and a muzzle with longish hair, messy but tamed at the same time. He was powerful, intimidating and gorgeous. Violet was a little lost for words and hadn’t noticed her mouth gaping open and eyes wide.

“Sorry I’m late, I had some business to take care of,” he said smoothly, voice like butter and Violet realised she was staring.

“Oh, not at all, please come in,” she said, her voice cracking up a bit and moving out of his way to allow him in. He towered over her easily, almost casting a shadow over her.

“You must be Natasha’s sister” he smiled.

“Yes, I’m Violet” she held her hand out and James smirked, taking her hand in his, his hand warm and soft.

“James” he introduced, flashing a cocky smile at her and she blushed.

“Um, dinner is this way” She was losing her computer and straightened herself as she led him to the table.

“Well, someone decided to show up” Tony announced loudly and James chuckled.

“I always was Stark, didn’t take you long to crack open the booze” he noted, noticing his glass of wine and glass of whiskey. Natasha must have brought him one while Violet was opening the door.

“Thank you for coming Mr Barnes” Natasha said softly as she came and filled his glass up.

“Thank you,” he said with a sexy voice. Violet wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle the night sitting next to him. With his scent and voice and good looks, it was all so intense.

“Well now that we are all here, cheers” Steve cheered, a collection of glasses clinking and sips being taken. Peter felt left out being the only one not drinking and sipped his lemonade like a little kid.

“Well I hope you are all hungry” Natasha grinned, standing and nodding to Violet to help her with the dinner. They snuck out to the kitchen, racing to get the food out of the oven.

“It’s going well, I told you everything would be fine” Violet assured her and Natasha sighed.

“I know, I think it will be fine now. They seem more chilled out than when they are at the council” she said in a fluster, oven gloves flying across the kitchen and heels stomping on the tiles.

Violet and Natasha brought out the food, placing a plate in front of each guest and one for themselves, the steaming hot food looks delicious.

“So Violet, what classification are you, your sister never said,” Steve asked curiously.

“Oh I’m a switch” the words left her mouth before she even had time to comprehend what she was saying. The S was on the tip of her tongue and it flowed like she had been a switch her whole life. The moment the words left her lips, her eyes grew wide and she swallowed. A sudden silence in the room gave tension and Natasha was frozen. Fuck, what had she done?

“Ah so you’re both switches then… are you sure you two aren’t twins,” Tony said, a narrow in his right eye and Violet had no idea how to respond. Natasha nervously chuckled, storming to the kitchen door.

“No definitely not twins… Violet can you help me” She gritted the last bit through her teeth and Violet followed quickly. The second the door shut, Natasha laid in on her.

“What the fuck Violet!” She hissed, keeping her voice down so the others wouldn’t hear.

“What?” Violet answered despite knowing exactly what she was talking about. Natasha sighed heavily, rubbing her face with her hands and pointing her finger at her.

“Okay here’s what you’re going to do, your going to go back in there and tell them you accidentally said switch and you meant submissive, that you got your words mixed up okay” she ordered.

“Tash it’s going to be okay, technically I am a switch now” Violet didn’t see too much harm in her revealing her new classification and they would only find out she wasn’t born a switch if they knew she had taken drugs, which they didn’t.

“Yeah because you took illegal drugs, Violet I told you to behave” Natasha huffed.

“Listen it will be fine, just act normal, if you go around like this they will know something is up and as soon as they leave you can have a go at me, okay?” Violet snapped before grabbing the boat of gravel and entering the dining room again.

Natasha sat tensely at the table, picking at her food and looking up once in a while, glaring at Violet. So far they didn’t seem suspicious, but who’s to say they wouldn’t uncover something? What made Natasha more on edge was the fact Violet was sat next to James Barnes, the very man devoting his time to training submissives back to their ways in whatever cruel and sadistic manner he thought was befitting. Violet was just as nervous. His hand would often brush hers, long fingers delicately holding his knife and fork.

“You know Peter here is looking for a mate” Tony elbowed him, causing Peter to blush instantly and Violet giggled softly.

“Sir… I’m not looking for anyone right this moment” Peter chuckled nervously, glancing around the table.

“There’s no shame in having a switch as your partner Peter” Tony responded and Steve and James laughed.

“Perhaps she can show you a thing or two” Steve answered and Peter flushed harder. Violet hadn’t thought of it like that, taking control of people in the bedroom. Of course, a switch dives into both the submissive and the dominant roles but if she had a submissive mate she’d be in charge. It was something that hadn’t occurred to Violet when changing her classification. Her sweet submissive side wasn’t lost in any way but she wondered if she could divulge into her dominant side.

“I wouldn’t have taken you for a switch” James spoke up, shovelling a forkful of food and both Natasha and Violet’s stomach’s dropped. Was he catching on or just making an observation?

“Yeah, a lot of people say that to me… I guess I’m not as dominant as other people” Violet lied, hoping to sound convincing.

“Some switches aren’t. They normally prefer one side of their classification more than the other, perhaps yours is the submissive nature” Steve said.

“I think so” Violet smiled.

“She’s not like you red, doesn’t have that fire” Tony grinned, gulping down his whiskey and Natasha huffed.

“Maybe because she doesn’t have to deal with you all day” Natasha fired back and an eruption of chuckles emerged from the table. Tony wasn’t easily offended and passed the remark off with a cocky comeback.

“I just like to keep people on their toes”.

“Yeah, when they are running away from you, this guy has had more PAs than anyone in the history of the council” James smirked.

“Some of them just didn’t work out, and you can’t talk Barnes, everyone you meet ends up in your bed” Violet wasn’t sure what to believe but she held a cheeky smile to her face at the bickering.

“I treat mine well” James shrugged, sipping his wine in a sexy fashion.

‘Fuck why did he have to be so god damn gorgeous’ Violet thought.

“Speaking of which, what do you do?” James looked down at Violet tilting his head to the side slightly.

“Oh well I used to work at a care home but I left because the pay wasn’t good and the staff there weren’t nice, right now I’m looking for something but nothing has come up,” she said sadly.

“Why don’t you work for us?” James offered and Violet’s head shot up with wide eyes.

“For you?” She sputtered out. Natasha said they may have a job offer.

“I don’t see why not, huh Steve”.

“Of course, we have a position open for administrative tasks. It’s a chore of a job but needs someone to do it. We’d be happy to offer you a position” Steve nodded.

“Thank you, Steve, Violet hasn’t had any luck” Natasha chimed in. She was surprised considering the whole switch situation but perhaps there was something she was missing out on until later.

“I can have Peggy send you over an application form, we’ll just need some documents and set up a contract for you” Steve smiled and the mention of the Word documents made Violet shudder.

“Look at that, sisters working together, more time for you to get to know her kid” Tony elbowed Peter.

“Mr Stark!” Peter hissed. Violet hummed softly, poking at her dinner and falling quiet. A new job and a new classification, what a day.

Chapter 8

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Is there an overview over all your couples somewhere? New ones that I didn't know about pop up during your countdown and I love it but I'm also curious who else I'm missing

Here’s the couples I’ve got (that aren’t in series yet)

Silverfox!paramedic!Bucky Barnes & his mental health associate reader — he calls her Bambi because she is very clumsy

Biker!Curtis Everett & Nanny reader — he’s got twin boys Theo & James

Silverfox!law professor!Ari and his jr-librarian reader (a/b/o & plus size) — they met at a masquerade event where he basically scented her and she scented him

Silverfox!biker!Steve & ladybug (kindergarten teacher) — he’s all in and she’s a little hesitant about him

Silverfox!chubby!Bucky Barnes & Sweet Girl — they’re neighbours and she is a lab tech at the hospital

Lloyd Hansen & Pumpkin — soulmates and he bought/kidnapped her from her brother and mother who essentially sold her to him after her father died (her father is a POS)

Soft!dark!mob!Steve Rogers & Ballerina — he met her when she volunteered at an art class, he became obsessed and kidnapped her to be his bride (her father is district attorney)

Lycan!Steve Rogers & shy!Reader — she’s opening her own cafe/coffee shops and he’s finding her (she is also luna)

Werewolf!Ari Levinson & Sweetpea — she ran into him while trying to sign him up for the monster matchmaking service she works for

Alpha!Silverfox!Steve Rogers — he’s an artist and they met when she was scoping artwork for her friends boutique

Silverfox!Johnny Storm & little ember — she is his sugar baby and he fell in love, only to face competition with another (younger) rich guy trying to steal his ember

NHL!Nick Vaughn & Pipsqueak — he is her older brothers best friend, they’re soulmates but they had a very rocky relationship because Nick (assumedly) slept around but he’s really in love with Pipsqueak

#new pairings #the newest couples/pairings

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bestshipsmackdown · 1 year

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Pre-qualifiers Master List

Group One:

Carlos Reyes x TK Strand from 911: Lonestar vs Aang x Katara from Avatar the Last Airbender vs Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy from DC vs Edward Elric x Winry Rockbell from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

Elle Argent x Tao Xu from Heartstopper vs Leorio Paradinight x Kurapika from Hunter x Hunter vs Yukari Kotozome[Cure Macaron] x Akira Kenjou[Cure Chocolat] from Kirakira Pretty Cure A La Mode vs Jonathan Sims x Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives

Nathalie Sancoeur x Émilie Agreste from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir [Miraculous Ladybug] vs Jack Kelly x David Jacobs from Newsies vs Sasha Nein x Milla Vodello from Psychonauts vs Mermista x Sea Hawk from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power vs Loid Forger x Yor Briar from Spy x Family

Morticia Addams x Gomez Addams from The Addams Family vs Gus Porter x Mattholomule from The Owl House vs Cassandra x Laura from The Wicked + The Divine vs Toshiko Sato x Owen Harper from Torchwood vs Katsuki Yuuri x Viktor Nikiforov from Yuri!!! on Ice

Group One Finale:

Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy from DC vs Jonathan Sims x Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives vs Loid Forger x Yor Briar from Spy x Family vs Morticia Addams x Gomez Addams from The Addams Family

Group Two:

Kazuma Asougi x Ryunosuke Naruhodo from The Great Ace Attorney vs Barbapapa x Barbamama from Barbapapa vs Hal Jordan x Bruce Wayne from DCU[Justice League] vs Anathema x Newt from Good Omens

Millie x Moxxie from Helluva Boss vs Sid the Sloth x Manny the Mammoth x Diego the Saber Tooth Tiger from Ice Age vs Meta Knight x King Dedede from Kirby vs Steve Rogers[Captain America] x Anthony “Tony” Stark[Ironman] from Marvel

Phryne Fisher x Jack Robinson from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries vs Regina Mills[Evil Queen] x Emma Swan from Once Upon a Time vs Utena Tenjou x Anthy HImemiya from Revolutionary Girl Utena vs Spinnerella x Netossa from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Captain Kirk x Spock from Star Trek vs Chidi Anagonye x Eleanor Shellstrop from The Good Place vs Westley x Buttercup from The Princess Bride vs Vasya x Morozko from The Winternight Trilogy vs Agnieszka x Sarkan from Uprooted

Group Two Finale:

Kazuma Asougi x Ryunosuke Naruhodo from The Great Ace Attorney vs Meta Knight x King Dedede from Kirby vs Utena Tenjou x Anthy HImemiya from Revolutionary Girl Utena vs Captain Kirk x Spock from Star Trek

Group Three:

Apollo Justice x Klavier Gavin from Ace Attorney: Apollo Justice vs Erika x Annaliese from Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper vs Lena Luthor x Kara Zor-El[Kara Danvers] from DC[Supergirl] vs Crowley x Aziraphale from Good Omens

Stolas Goetia x Blitzø from Helluva Boss vs The Black Prince x Violante from Inkheart vs Joacquim Morray x Forever Carlyle from Lazarus vs Wanda x Vision from Marvel

Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shouto x Midoriya Izuku from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia] vs Killian Jones[Captain Hook] x Emma Swan from Once Upon a Time vs Lie Ren x Nora Valkyrie from RWBY vs John Watson x Sherlock Holmes from Sherlock Holmes

Connie Maheswaran x Steven Universe from Steven Universe vs Ellie Williams x Dina from The Last of Us 2 vs Chel x Miguel x Tulio from The Road to El Dorado vs Jaskier[Dandelion] x Geralt of Rivia x Yennefer from The Witcher vs Cornelia Hale x Irma Lair from W.I.T.C.H.

Group Three Finale:

Crowley x Aziraphale from Good Omens vs Stolas Goetia x Blitzø from Helluva Boss vs John Watson x Sherlock Holmes from Sherlock Holmes vs Chel x Miguel x Tulio from The Road to El Dorado

Group Four:

Marceline x Princess Bubblegum from Adventure Time vs Faith Lehane x Buffy Summers from Buffy the Vampire Slayer vs Tinkerbell x Vidia from Disney Fairies vs Orpheus x Eurydice from Greek Mythology

Lord Asriel x Marisa Coulter from His Dark Materials vs Dustfinger x The Black Prince from Inkheart vs Wendy Pleakley x Jumba Jookiba from Lilo & Stitch vs James “Bucky” Barnes x Steve Rogers[Captain America] from Marvel

Yaoyorozu Momo x Jirou Kyouka from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia] vs Elizabeth Swann x Will Turner from Pirates of the Caribbean vs Ruby Rose x Penny Polendina from RWBY vs Kaz Brekker x Inej Ghafa from Six of Crows

Ruby x Sapphire from Steven Universe vs Ashby x Pei from The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet vs Barbie x Wanda from The Sandman vs Fox Mulder x Dana Scully from The X-files vs Bloom x Stella from Winx Club

Group Four Finale:

Faith Lehane x Buffy Summers from Buffy the Vampire Slayer vs Wendy Pleakley x Jumba Jookiba from Lilo & Stitch vs Kaz Brekker x Inej Ghafa from Six of Crows vs Ruby x Sapphire from Steven Universe

Group Five:

Salim x The Djinn from American Gods vs Chuuya Nakahara x Osamu Dazai from Bungo Stray Dogs vs The Doctor x The Master from Doctor Who vs Amelia x Link from Grey's Anatomy

Dave Strider x Karkat Vantas from Homestuck vs Beverly Marsh x Ben Hanscom from It vs Arwen x Aragorn from Lord of the Rings vs Sam Wilson x James “Bucky” Barnes from Marvel

Todoroki Shouto x Midoriya Izuku from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia] vs Elizabeth Bennet x Fitzwilliam Darcy from Pride and Prejudice vs Mamoru Chiba[Tuxedo Mask] x Usagi Tsukino[Sailor Moon] from Sailor Moon vs Wylan Hendricks x Jesper Fahey from Six of Crows

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson from Stranger Things vs Sissix x Rosemary Harper from The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet vs Foxglove x Hazel from The Sandman vs Jack x Rose from Titanic vs Flora x Mirta from Winx Club

Group Five Finale:

The Doctor x The Master from Doctor Who vs Arwen x Aragorn from Lord of the Rings vs Wylan Hendricks x Jesper Fahey from Six of Crows vs Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson from Stranger Things

Group Six:

Sam Black Crow x Shadow Moon from American Gods vs Carmen Sandiego x Julia Argent from Carmen Sandiego vs Jonathan Harker x Mina Murray from Dracula vs Bailey x Ben from Grey's Anatomy

Dr. Gregory House x Dr. James Wilson from House M.D. vs Gojo Satoru x Geto Suguru from Jujutsu Kaisen vs Lucifer x Chloe Decker from Lucifer vs Charles Xavier[Professor X] x Erik Lehnsherr[Magneto] from X-Men[Marvel]

Uraraka Ochako x Midoriya Izuku from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia] vs Charlotte “Lottie” La Bouff x Tiana from Princess and the Frog vs Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley from Scooby-Doo vs Nina Zenik x Matthias Helvas from Six of Crows

El Hopper x Max Mayfield x Lucas Sinclair from Stranger Things vs Jenks x Lovey from The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet vs Hector x Lyta from The Sandman vs Kou Minamoto x Mistuba Sousuke from Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun vs Xena x Gabrielle from Xena: Warrior Princess

Group Six Finale:

Jonathan Harker x Mina Murray from Dracula vs Dr. Gregory House x Dr. James Wilson from House M.D. vs Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley from Scooby-Doo vs Xena x Gabrielle from Xena: Warrior Princess

Group Seven:

Zuko x Sokka x Suki from Avatar the Last Airbender vs Ulrich Stern x Yumi Ishiyama from Code Lyoko vs Jalil x Christopher from Everworld vs Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji from Haikyuu!!

Astrid Hofferson x Hiccup Haddock from How To Train Your Dragon vs Luke Patterson x Julie Molina from Julie and the Phantoms vs Eve x Mazikeen from Lucifer vs Noemi x Francis from Mexican Gothic

Kate Whistler x Lucy Tara from NCIS Hawai'i vs Dani Powell x Malcolm Bright from Prodigal Son vs Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood from The Shadowhunter Chronicles vs Sonic the Hedgehog x Shadow the Hedgehog from Sonic the Hedgehog

Rapunzel x Eugene “Flynn Rider” Flitzherbert from Tangled vs Marco x Celia from The Night Circus vs Will Herondale x Tessa Gray x Jem Carstairs from The Shadowhunter Chronicles vs Ken Kaneki x Hideyoshi Nagachika from Tokyo Ghoul vs Agent 355 x Allison Mann from Y : The Last Man

Group Seven Finale:

Zuko x Sokka x Suki from Avatar the Last Airbender vs Astrid Hofferson x Hiccup Haddock from How To Train Your Dragon vs Sonic the Hedgehog x Shadow the Hedgehog from Sonic the Hedgehog vs Rapunzel x Eugene “Flynn Rider” Flitzherbert from Tangled

Group Eight:

Zuko x Sokka from Avatar the Last Airbender vs Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III x Vex'ahlia from Critical Role vs Nessie97[Vannie] x Luis Cabrera from Five Nights at Freddy's[AR Emails] vs Charlie Morningstar x Vaggie from Hazbin Hotel

Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Sophie Hatter from Howl's Moving Castle vs Hutch x Chloe from Jupiter's Legacy vs Homura Akemi x Madoka Kaname from Madoka Magica vs Adrien Agreste[Chat Noir] x Luka Couffaine[Viperion] from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir [Miraculous Ladybug]

Richard Mayhew x Lady Door from Neverwhere vs Gil Arroyo x Jessica Whitly from Prodigal Son vs Glimmer x Bow from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power vs Eric Cartman x Kyle Brofloski from South Park

Scott McCall x Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf vs Willow Park x Hunter from The Owl House vs Zachary x Dorian from The Starless Sea vs Ianto Jones x Jack Harkness from Torchwood vs Hero Brown x Beth Deville from Y : The Last Man

Group Eight Finale:

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III x Vex'ahlia from Critical Role vs Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Sophie Hatter from Howl's Moving Castle vs Glimmer x Bow from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power vs Ianto Jones x Jack Harkness from Torchwood

#I’m tagging this so the pop up goes away

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Please keep in mind I only write AFAB she/her readers and use things such as y/n, h/c, etc... with an emphasis on dark/yandere fics. If you are on desktop and don't like the use of y/n, use the chrome extension "interactivefics" to replace it. As an indigenous person I will always do my best to keep the appearance and race of the reader insert as vague as possible. If there's anything I can do better in that sense please let me know!

What I will/wont write:

Bold and italicized = things I enjoy writing the most, these things will often get priority when requested.

// Will

Dark/yandere fics

Smut (bsdm or otherwise)

Fluff

Angst

Platonic

Romantic

Poly

Sequels to any fic I've posted

// Wont

Ageplay

Underage age gap

Incest

Graphic drug use

Fandoms/Characters I write for:

Bold and italicized = characters I enjoy writing the most, they will often get priority when requested. The character list is flexible, if there's someone from a fandom here that you want to request, feel free to ask.

// Twilight

Edward Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Jasper Hale

Emmett Cullen

Jacob Black

Leah Clearwater

Rosalie Hale

Alice Cullen

Charlie Swan

// MCU

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Helmut Zemo

John Walker

Lemar Hoskins

// GTA IV

Michael De Santa

Trevor Philips

// Skyrim

Mercer Frey

Ulfric Stormcloak

Farkas

Vilkas

// Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy

// You

Joe Goldberg

// Gossip Girl

Chuck Bass

Blair Waldorf

Serena Van Der Woodsen

Nate Archibald

Dan Humphrey

// Ace Attorney

Phoenix Wright

Miles Edgeworth

// Batman

Joker (Heath Ledger)

Bruce Wayne (Bale, Rpatt, Affleck)

The Riddler (Dano)

// My Hero Academia

Shota Aizawa

Katsuki Bakugo

Enji Todoroki

Hitoshi Shinso

// Scream

Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

// Fairy Tail

Laxus Dreyar

Gray Fullbuster

// Assorted Brühl

Jan

Niki Lauda

Alex Kerner

// RPF

Jschlatt

Penguinz0

Pewdiepie

Daniel Bruhl

Gerard Way

Ted Nivison

#request info #important things

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itspreston · 7 months

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–––– ✨ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 ✨ –––– pinterest ⦙ threads ⦙ answers ⦙ vanity

have you seen preston campbell around los angeles? the thirty year old is usually jamming to counting stars by onerepublic. word around the city is that they’re energetic, yet, they can also be vain, but you didn’t hear that from me. they’re currently a musician and are typically seen walking the streets of los angeles with his golden bracelet . when i think of them, i think of guitar picks, music sheets, calluses on his fingers, morning hikes, tanned skin. let’s hope the city treats them good! - shawn mendes career claim

○ ′ ✨ loved by taco

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 preston campbell 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 pres, pc 𝐃𝐎𝐁 august 8, 1993 𝐀𝐆𝐄 thirty 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 leo 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 male 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 he/him 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 homosexual, homoromantic 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 toronto, canada 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 los angeles, california 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 english, mandarin, french 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 musician

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𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 drew ray tanner 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 black 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 dark brown eyes 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 5′10″ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 none 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 tbd 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 plaids, plain tshirts, leather jackets, jean jackets, street fashion

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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 defender ( isfj ) 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 energetic, supportive, reliable, observant, hardworking 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 vain, overcommitted, altruistic, repressed, sensitive 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 singing, writing, acting, modeling, photography, drawing, hiking, running, swimming, surfing 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 chips

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𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 daniel campbell, university professor 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 jennifer chen campbell, attorney 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 two younger siblings

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒 steve rogers ( mcu ) , betty cooper ( riverdale ) , clark kent ( dc comics ) , brian johnson ( the breakfast club ) , stefan salvatore ( the vampire diaries ) , freddie mclair ( skins ) , emily fields ( pretty little liars )

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growing up, preston always had one role. he was the big brother, he was the one that looked out over his younger siblings while his parents were working long hours. he was always watching over his two younger siblings being a parental figure to them. he was always so supportive and always felt like he was very committed to his family, repressing who he was.

once he entered high school, he realized that he had many talents and many different interest. he loved music. he was big on music. he loved music growing up, playing guitar and piano. and that interest continued in high school, and he picked up singing. that was when his music teacher told him that he should apply to music schools. but he never found it practical.

but when he started to create content and posting it alone, that's when he was discovered. an little canadian with a voice of an angel. the amount of views he'd get, people started to find him more and more that eventually a manager for a music label found him and he signed with the record label.

this was a huge surprise for his family. but they were very proud of whatever preston did. so he had his first ep at 17, which debuted number 5 on billboard. it was an accomplishment. but he felt like it was a one and done. he wanted to finish his senior year of high school, and then college was around the corner too. but that didn't stop him from posting covers, and going to different events to perform his ep.

once he was in college, that was when he knew that music really was something he wanted to do. so his sophomore year, he ended up writing another album, cranking it out and eventually releasing it. it ended up debuting number one on billboard 100. it was such a success, he was in the eyes of taylor swift, in which preston had become her opener for her 1989 tour.

preston's next album was when he found pure success. girls loved him, men wanted to be him. and it was nonstop recording and planning for future music and albums, he was loving it. but he was missing a lot of things, his family, his friends, and he started to see himself change and mold into what the record label wanted him to be.

hiding his sexuality was something he had done for a long time, but now the label wanted him to perceive himself as the bachelor boy, someone that everyone wanted to be with but couldn't have. he wasn't sure if he would outlast that, but he was in his twenties, and he was having fun. and his self titled album, preston campbell, had found even more success than the last albums. so he didn't stop.

but now, preston was thirty, in the middle of writing his latest album, recording new songs, and now there was a guy that he had eyes for that has changed everything about him. one of the songs being written about himself, his identity, but also for the guy that he was falling for every day. as terrified as he is to be his most truest and authentic self, he is willing to risk the backlash from his fans and his label if he decided to fully come out and choose the guy he wants to end up being with.

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is currently recording his new album, which preston says is his most vulnerable album yet.

the new album, wonder is going to be released in december of this year.

is currently in a flirtationship with one marcos cavalho

preston plans to fully come out during the new year where he could finally be free

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CONNECTIONS

TBD

OTHER CONNECTIONS

friends

musician collabs

photographer/fashion friends

exes/old flings

#california.intro #○ ′ ✨ please have mercy on me ⦗ pinned ⦘

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friendship-showdown · 10 months

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Friendship Showdown: Confirmed for the bracket

While we wait for the rest of the results from the preliminary round, here is a masterlist of all the besties who will be in the bracket SO FAR and the amount of submissions received (which will play a part in their seeding!):

*rounds 11-50 of the prelims are still going, make sure you vote!*

Maya Fey and Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney): 13 submissions

Holga Kilgore and Edgin Davis (Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves): 8 submissions

Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington (Stranger Things): 6 submissions

Jessie and James (Pokemon): 5 submissions

Denji and Power (Chainsaw Man): 4 submissions

Sherlock Holmes and Joan Watson (Elementary): 4 submissions

Willow Park and Gus Porter (The Owl House): 4 submissions

Pat and Ink (Bad Buddy): 3 submissions

Simon Snow and Penelope Bunce (Carry On series): 3 submissions

Donna Noble and the Doctor (Doctor Who): 3 submissions

Lady Mary Crawley and Tom Branson (Downton Abbey): 3 submissions

Luke Sunborn and Serene-Heart-In-The-Chaos-Of-Battle (In Other Lands): 3 submissions

Jang Jaeyoung and Choi Yuna (Semantic Error): 3 submissions

Inej Ghafa and Jesper Fahey (Six of Crows): 3 submissions

Sana Bakkoush and Isak Valterson (Skam): 3 submissions

Curt Mega and Tatiana Slozhno (Spies Are Forever): 3 submissions

Ted Lasso and Rebecca Welton (Ted Lasso): 3 submissions

Kronk and Yzma (The Emperor’s New Groove): 3 submissions

Camilla Hect and Palamedes Sextus (The Locked Tomb): 3 submissions

Wei Wuxian and Wen Qing (The Untamed): 3 submissions

Sara Chidouin and Joe Tazuna (Your Turn to Die): 3 submissions

Hina Azumi and Eiji Hino (Kamen Rider OOO): 2 submissions (won prelim round 1)

Julie Molina and Reggie Peters (Julie and the Phantoms): 1 submission (won prelim round 2)

Abed Nadir and Annie Edison (Community): 1 submission (won prelim round 3)

Percy de Rolo & Keyleth of the Air Ashari (Critical Role): 1 submission (won prelim round 4)

Aang and Toph (Avatar: The Last Airbender): 1 submission (won prelim round 5)

Billy and Mandy (Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy): 1 submission (won prelim round 6)

Ahsoka and Rex (Star Wars: The Clone Wars): 1 submission (won prelim round 7)

Roger and Lyra (His Dark Materials): 1 submission (won prelim round 8

Fig Faeth & Gorgug Thistlespring (Dimension 20: Fantasy High): 1 submission (won prelim round 9)

Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia Kuchiki (Bleach): 1 submission (won prelim round 10)

#friendship-showdown #bracket #whoop whoop!

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publicdomaincharacters · 6 months

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Here a public Domain superhero alot of people didn't know, Captain America (Grant Gardner) from captain America (1944) Notable differences between the serial and the comic are:

His secret identity is District Attorney Grant Gardner rather than U.S. Army Private Steve Rogers.

The "Super-Soldier Serum" origin is not used.

His famous shield does not appear, replaced by a standard gun.

The costume was grey, white, and dark blue as these colors photographed better in black and white.

The costume also lost the wings on the head, the boots became high shoes, miniature flags were added to the gloves, and the belt buckle became a small shield.

Despite the fact that this serial was made in 1944, and Captain America regularly fought Nazis in the comics, the Nazis are not part of the story in any way.

His sidekick, Bucky, does not appear.

#captain america #public domain #grant gardner

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sarcasmpersonified181 · 2 years

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Muse list for mobile users.

Main Muses

Bruce Wayne. (Ages 25-40) Billionaire Playboy and CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Leads a double life as the masked vigilante known as Batman- FC: Jamie Dornan.

Henry Matthews. (Ages 26-39) British Author, previous employment prior to his dream career taking off was that if a English teacher- FC: Henry Cavill.

Elijah Eastwood. (Ages 58-109, looks about 33-43) An Immortal, blessed with eternal youth from a mysterious relic. Maintains a successful chain of high class restaurant on the surface but engages in the criminal underworld to satisfy the bloodlust brought on by the relic’s dark magic- FC: Christian Bale.

Ethan Scaletta. (Ages 25-36) The heir to the Scaletta Crime family empire. Studied Law at university, though has never actually taken the bar exam- FC: Aaron Taylor-Johnson.

Jacob Harvey. (Ages 18-39) Son of a prominent politician. Chose a career as an investigative Journalist much to his fathers dismay- Young FC: Dacre Montgomery. Older FC: Jake Gyllenhaal.

Jane Michaels. (Ages 22-35) Ex-military, current mechanic and occasional vigilante/underground boxer- FC: Alicia Vikander.

King Horatius. (Ages 30-44) Current King of a far off land. Descendants from a long line of warrior royals, but chooses a more diplomatic path for his future- FC: Tom Hiddleston.

Harvey Dent. (Ages 27-38) District Attorney of Gotham. Upholds the law, but not afraid to bend it to help decent people- FC: Donald Glover.

Steve Rogers. (Ages 23-97, Looks 23-38) WW II Veteran. Man out of Time. Avenger. Captain America- FC: Chris Evans.

Anthony S. Williams. (Ages 23-37) A child star who’s made the transition into more mature roles. One of the brightest stars in Hollywood- FC Michael B. Jordan.

Peter Parker. (Ages 18-28) Your friendly neighbor Spider-Man. Wicked smart and wildly unlucky in his life, career and love- FC: Tom Holland.

Dick Grayson. (Ages 18-28) Former Flying Grayson. Ex-Robin. Current Nightwing and social worker- FC: Brenton Thwaites

Arthur Steel. (Ages 30-40) Fixer for the rich, powerful and the corrupt. Often an associate of the Scaletta Crime Family- FC: Chris Pine.

Sean Morgan. (Ages 25-35) The sneakiest thief in the world. If it’s not nailed down and worth at least a couple million, it’s more than likely he’s stolen it at least once- FC: Regé-Jean Page

Leonardo De la cruz. (Ages 33-45) Police detective. Can solve any mystery but can’t maintain a healthy work/personal life balance- FC: Oscar Isaac.

James Holmes (Ages 28-39) MI5 Agent. Espionage, Danger and Adventure are just part of the job- FC: Chris Hemsworth.

Enzo Andrei (Ages 29-43) Social worker. More to be added- FC: Sebastian Stan.

Richard Valentine (Ages 39-49) Former Assassin, current Baker- FC: Keanu Reeves.

Elizabeth Eddington. (Ages 25-38) Lady of the Queen’s court and the biggest gossip one is ever likely to meet- FC: Keira Knightly.

Basim Abbas. (Ages 18-28) Aspiring Rockstar. More to be added- FC: Mena Massoud  

#muse list #mobile muse list

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punemy-spotted · 3 years

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The Price You Pay

Pairing: Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con, mentions of murder, unclear timeline, blackmail, unprotected sex, fingering (F!receiving), smut, esoteric references to past abuse, manipulation, Dark!Fic

Words: 5.2k (holy fuck?)

Summary: You need his help. He names his price.

Notes: This is for @stargazingfangirl18 and her incredible 5K Soft!Dark Challenge and I can't believe I wrote over 5k words for a oneshot, making this the longest piece I've ever written. I took a blend of prompts: Mob!AU; “When I woke up this morning, I certainly didn’t think my day would end like this;” and “That’s a big favor you’re asking for, I think you need to make it worth my while.”

And this was intended to be a oneshot but now I can't stop thinking about it so thanks Siri, I think this is now a part of my WIPs too! Your work is amazing and I had a blast being able to take part in this!

As usual, my work is 18+ ONLY, Minors DO NOT INTERACT

You went to him first.

You went to him, handed them your business card and I want to speak to Steve Rogers.

Honestly they almost threw you out with an extra hole in your head but then the man of the hour walked right in.

So now you’re here. Now you’re here, sitting across a gorgeous dining table with a ten-course meal laid out and honestly you’re surprised they didn’t tie your wrists to the arms of the chair while you watch him eat and take in the look of those baby blue eyes scanning you over.

He even brought you non-alcoholic rosé, when you said you didn’t drink.

So.

You wanted to talk to me?

Yeah, I do. Thought you’d just sit me in your office, have a consultation.

I like breaking bread with new friends. Have a nice dinner, get the wine flowing — of course, that’s not gonna loosen your tongue, but we’ll forgive it.

Oh. Cool, I like being forgiven.

He laughs at that one and the room, strumming with tension, snaps into amusement. So do you, cracking a half smile on dark red lips, before swallowing down the lump of anxiety threatening to break through and destroy everything. You need this. You need this and you can’t let anything — not your nervousness, not your morals, not him — stop you. You need this and it needs to be done and if this is what justice is in this fucking city then so be it.

Well, sweetness, you’ve got my attention. You want to talk business or pleasure?

That one makes you laugh, a little sharp and a little cruel, and the curling smirk on his face gets a little furrowed because he hears it too — pain.

It could be both, you say finally, picking up the glass of rosé-that-wasn’t, if your reputation is as real as they say it is.

He lifts a bite of cheesecake into his mouth and lets it melt on his tongue while he watches you, somewhere between impressed and incensed. You know the look — you saw it the last time he met you in court, but you weren’t there as allies then. Never thought you’d come to me, he admits finally, sounding halfway bemused at the idea, but you’re full of surprises, aren’t you, Counsel?

You wince, or maybe smirk, eyes on the man before you.

It’s a game, a dance, a ruse, and the woman you thought you were thirteen months ago when you put four of Steve Rogers’s best men in jail for fifteen years — fifteen years longer than any District Attorney had ever managed to do before you, and you were just the rookie they handed a shit case to — is leagues different from the woman you are now, seated prim and proper in the lion’s den.

You’re not innocent. That’s not been your game for years — this life doesn’t leave room for innocence, it tears at you, leaves you tired and broken and ill.

Your colleagues learned to fear him a long time ago, the man before you. Captain America, leading the city, the country, the world into a new era of high tech crime all under his thumb. It’s a pretty shiny shield, the one that sits behind him, but mirrors are black on the other side and his soul is dark as coal.

You’re not an angel yourself, and this deal with the Devil isn’t for anyone but you.

I need someone taken care of.

So you come to me? I thought you were a lady of morals, Counsel.

Certain kinds of morals.

You can see him smile, see the way he raises his glass, the glimmer of malice and amusement in his eyes. So tell me. What’s the name?

You give it.

He’s not in the city, your target, but he will be. A Judge, an activist, real tough-on-crime-sweet-on-justice type of shit. You don’t tell him the reasons why, because those are yours, but you tell him the name. You tell him he’s a problem, you tell him he’s dangerous, you tell him you’ll pay to have him taken care of, you tell him you don’t want to practice in front of that black, black robe.

And he smiles like the Devil he is, watches you with a grin and drinks his whiskey in one last shot before slamming it down, Real woman of the law, aren’t you?

You said that when we met the first time.

He’s a hunter, you can see it in his eyes. That lion’s mane might be tamed right now but it won’t be for long and you’re playing with wild animals. The eyes on you are ice and daggers, daring you to do the one thing everyone in the office has been begging you not to do.

(Drop the charges, Rookie, the case is just to get your face in front of the judge.)

You upped the charges.

(Rookie, you don’t know what you’re dealing with, there’s other cases.)

You subpoenaed his phone records.

(Rookie, don’t make me drag you off this case!)

You won.

You had no witnesses and a jury you had to drag in from god-knows-where after you proved, over and over again, that he’d paid off the cohort in the courtroom. Finding people with nothing to lose and a desire to do their civic duty wasn’t harder than you thought — it was exactly as impossible as you expected.

But you did it.

That’s what you do, isn’t it? Push and push and fight, claw your fingers at the ledge and pull yourself up, you pay for your crimes in your blood, sweat and tears you pay for the things you could have done then and didn’tdo.

You pay.

And sometimes, that payment bounces back.

And when it was all said and done, when the closing statements were delivered, when the Jury came back out and the Judge — hands shaking, mouth agape, eyes wide — read out the verdict no one expected, you… didn’t feel any better, did you? There was no justice for you in that room, just the searing glare of ice-blue eyes and the burning of your steel spine.

Real woman of the law, aren’t you?

First words he said to you, while the courtroom emptied out and you stood there, facing the man you’d just made an enemy of with your briefcase in your hand and your eyes aflame.

I did my job.

Did you? Is that what you think your job is?

My job is justice, unflinching and blind, Mr. Rogers. I don’t care how much power you have or how afraid you leave this city, I’m going to do my job.

You could always let justice turn a blind eye.

Yeah. I could, but that wouldn’t make this any fun, would it? Thank you for the win, Mr. Rogers — I’m sure I won’t get many more.

You leave him with a smile on his face and the scent of your perfume in his memories.

He leaves you with the pride of victory in your bones and a reminder that your strife could be worth it.

One day.

How do you plan to fill that pit, the one you tossed the corpses of your old self into? The one you let them claw up out of, to haunt you? Remind you?

You’re digging your own grave and you know it, but you won’t let Steven Grant Rogers be the first one to toss a handful of dirt over your corpse.

But now here you are.

In his dining room, enjoying dessert and some sort of after-meal coffee. In need of him…

This might almost have been a date, if not for the topic of conversation.

So. You want a Judge taken out. What if he’s already on my payroll?

Why would you keep a dead man in your pocket?

You like the sound of his laugh, and you don’t even have the excuse of wine to fall back on when it warms your core. Don’t admit it though, don’t say it aloud, don’t let him get an in. Be smart, cross your legs tighter, keep your eyes on the prize.

You’re so close to the finish line.

That’s a big favor you’re asking for, Counsel, I think you need to make it worth my while.

Worth your while?

I’m not a charity. And since you put the guy I usually use to handle these things behind bars for a few years—

You know I can get him out too.

That’s not payment, that’s putting things right.

You take a drink. Steady on, girl.

I’m leaving the DA’s office.

That stops him.

Oh that stops him good, and he looks fascinated. Interested. You’ve said something he can use as leverage and it’s not just about a job. That smirk on his face is smug and his eyes are darker and he has to know the impact that look has.

Can’t falter, don’t falter, don’t give in.

Am I allowed to ask why?

No.

You’ve done your research. You just don’t know why you’re thinking about it now. Steven Grant Rogers, “Captain America,” leader of a crime family that had too many names to stamp out, bolstered by a mad scientist, a military man through-and-through who turned New York into his own private base against whatever stood against his way.

Get in his good graces and you’re set for life. Get in his good graces and you’re safe, you’re protected, you’re good.

Get on his bad side and you only make that mistake once.

There are no second chances in this game, and here you are, asking for one.

So what? You leave the DA’s office, you leave yourself open to me — you think leaving New York is going to be the thing that stops me, Counsel?

No.

Then what?

Breathe. Steady.

I know you gave me that win on purpose — you could have taken out my last jury cohort. This isn’t about the four men… and you know I’ll get them out. This is something else, but I’m not here to ask about what or why.

He falters just briefly, like he’s surprised you knew, but the crack in his mask smooths itself over as soon as it forms and he’s back to watching you, nodding along in silence while you breathe and watch him and keep talking.

But even then. I got four of your guys in prison. And I know how your organization works — I subpoenaed the documents, remember? Your lawyers are good, but they’re not used to people asking the right questions. You want someone to seal up the cracks you need someone who actually knows what to look for.

You have more than his attention, you have his interest, and now he’s leaning in a little. Imperceptibly, but enough. Scanning over you from across the table, like he’s thinking how you managed to get so impertinent in the face of the likes of him but that’s the thing — when the only thing you have left to lose is your life, you’ll risk everything.

So what are you offering?

Breathe. Don’t. Stammer.

Myself.

The chair scrapes and suddenly there’s the clicking of guns, aimed and ready until his hand rises up and he stops them and he’s stalking towards you.

This is the lion’s den, sweetness.

The stakes are higher and you ought to be braver and he’s got your chin in his hand before you have a chance to react, dragging you to your feet. Do you know what you’re offering me, Counsel? Low and hissed and hungry, like those perfect teeth might be sinking into your throat in the next moment.

Oh, you have no idea.

You get me. On your payroll — you know. The offer you sent me a year ago.

You think it’s still open?

If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t have met with me.

The chuckle in your face makes your cheeks warm and you’re looking more flushed than you would like, the open shoulders of your dress suddenly feeling a lot more like a mistake the more you realize just what kind of meal he might make out of you tonight.

We might need to have a discussion about your workplace duties, Counsel.

You don’t notice the hand near your thigh until it’s too late, sliding up the soft fabric of your skirt until it’s squeezing your ass, until it’s jerking you towards him, until you’re pressed against his chest and the hand on your chin is now hooked around the back of your neck, thumb pushing your jaw until you’re forced to look at him. Won’t lie, when I woke up this morning, I certainly didn’t think my day would end like this, having your pretty little body in my arms,and you can look as indignant as you want but he’s got the upper hand and you only thought you were two steps ahead of him.

You think I haven’t thought about what it’d be like to put you in your place, Counsel? You’ve got a smart mouth — I wanna know what else it can do.

He doesn’t give you a chance to use that mouth to lash at him, lips sliding over yours, swallowing that indignant yelp with a punishing kiss. Nipping at the plushness of your lower lip until you open your mouth and yield to him with a sigh of reluctant surrender, let his tongue slide past that barrier for him to explore. He’s got his fingers wound through your hair, just a little too tight and whether the whimper in your chest is because of the pain or because of the want, he doesn’t care.

Knew you’d be sweet, Counsel… softly, when he pulls back to look at you, take a look at those love-swollen lips and your ruined lipstick, the pretty way you pant at him already, the heat burning your cheeks. Pay no attention to the slick warmth between your thighs, pay no attention to the way he makes you burn already, pay no attention to how your fingers have curled into the lapel of his coat to hold yourself steady, pay no attention to how you suddenly miss the pressure of his lips.

All that smart-talk and now you’re quiet, Counsel? F’I knew it just took a kiss to get you to shut up, I would’ve done that at trial, he’s purring in your ear, soft and sweet and you should push at his chest, so uncurl your fingers girl and push.

I didn’t say I was selling my body, there’s your harshness, and there he is, laughing at you again, the grip on your hair jerking your head back until you’re looking into those dagger-cold eyes again.

You don’t make the rules here, Counsel, I do, and you need me more than I need you. So if you want to make sure your Judge can’t start wreaking havoc on your career… you might want to get used to readjusting it for me. I promise I’ll make you feel nice, if you let me…

And if I don’t?

Then I take what I want and I don’t feel bad for not holding up my end of the bargain. Your choice, Counsel, you cum willingly and I’ll give you everything you want. Don’t, and it’ll hurt you more than it hurts me.

That’s not a threat, that’s a promise, and suddenly you’re more scared than you ever thought you’d be, wondering if you’ll need to sell another part of your soul to take him down after. How much of yourself will you put up as collateral to get justice for the wrongs you were never able to correct?

You’re afraid.

Oh sweetness, you’re afraid.

Here? Now?

No, Counsel, we’re gonna do this right, aren’t we? You wanna be in bed with me, I’ll take you to bed with me. Come on, say it. Say the word.

Say no. Say no, rail and fight, stamp your heels into the expensive leather of his shoes, jam your knee into the sensitive between his legs, scream and yell and tell him you will never let another man take advantage of you again to help you reach your goals. Do it. Do the thing you swore you would do the next time a man like him — men who think they can take anything from anyone, men who think they own the world and the women in it, men who think you aren’t strong enough to fight back — propositioned you just like this.

You’re selling your soul to get rid of a man just like this.

But that’s coiling heat in your core that wasn’t there the last time, was it? That’s want. That’s the realization that you like the way this predatory smile feels, that you like the way this one wants you. You’re not her, not scared and alone and helpless. You could fight back and run and maybe escape if you were lucky.

You could choose.

He’s let go of your hair to stroke your cheek with the backs of his fingers, soft and sweet, You gonna give me an answer, Counsel, or am I gonna have to take it?

Say something. Say no. Scream. Say no say no say no say— Yes.

It’s a whisper. A desperate, soft whisper. A helpless, lonely whisper. It’s enough.

He sweeps you around until you’re pressed with your back against his unyielding chest, feeling him flex with every movement, broad arm wrapped around your shoulders from the front. All of you are dismissed, and that’s when you remember there were others in the room with you. Others who just watched you concede to becoming Captain America’s newest plaything and the burn on your cheeks is more shame than lust. You pull at his arm briefly, futilely, earning a tighter hold for your efforts and a whispered don’t make me choke you, before you are half-walked, half-dragged out of the dining room.

The walk to his room is slow and agonizing as you’re pulled along, barely struggling but barely helping at the same time, tears sliding down your cheeks as you come to terms with what’s going to happen next — no one is going to save you tonight, no one’s going to interrupt and drag you out, this is your job and this is your place and here you are.

No one speaks. There’s no sound but the steady tap of your heels and his shoes on fine marble. Even your sobs are silent, even your breathing is muffled, until the stairs are traversed and the faintest click of a lock turning opens the door to the rest of your life.

You made a deal.

Time to pay.

Sit on the bed.

You move as if in a trance, and he watches your face, the hint of waterproof mascara failing to do its job, the smudged ruby red of your lipstick. Don’t give me that look, you knew what you were signing up for when you walked into this house, Counsel.

His hands are gentler than you’d expect, when he wipes away the streaks your tears leave down your pretty cheeks, coaxing you to look up at him, We’ll set ground rules later. Tonight? I wanna see if I can get that mouth of yours to beg for me.

It won’t, you snap without thinking, knifeblade sharp and cruel, ready for a fight again. He promised you that once, in a hiss you thought you’d misheard but no, you heard him just fine and now if he thinks he can quench your fire and have you pleading just because you sold your body for the prospect of revenge then he’s wrong.

Thing is, he laughs like that’s a challenge, and the hand holding your chin so gently is wrapped around your throat before you know it, silencing your voice with just the right application of pressure. I can do this all night, Counsel. Do you think you can last that long?

Fear. Anger. Indignation. You are fury made flesh and he is manipulating you with just the barest press of his palm and sliding over you, until you’re laid out there on soft sheets and he’s looming over you, splaying that big hand out and sliding it down your throat, over your chest, feeling the ruching of the fabric under his palm. You wrapped yourself up like a present for me, didn’t you sweetness?

The change in nickname isn’t lost on you but here you are, glaring up at him while he smiles so beatifically it leaves your blood boiling and your skin steadily warming. The rise and fall of your chest is hypnotic, every angry breath a swear you don’t utter, every inhale your protests dying in your throat. What can you say, what would you say, right now? There’s nothing that can change the way he looks at you, or the way his eyes flicker from ice to blue fire the more he takes stock of the pretty little thing he’s about to start sharing his bed with.

Fuck, you’re beautiful, that one shocks you, but not as much as the sudden rush of cold air when he tears the emerald green fabric of your dress down and reveals the soft swells of your breasts, nipples peaked from the sudden cold.

You don’t get much time to gasp, just something soft and strangled before he turns your voice to whimpers, wrapping lips around that pebbled tip and laving his tongue over sensitive flesh. Where are your words now, Counsel, while he threatens the softness of your chest with the scrape of his teeth, when he slides his hands over the round curve of your thighs and parts your legs so he can press himself between them, so he can press himselfagainst you? Where is the knife-dagger of your wit to protest each soft, suckling kiss to your skin, each press of his fingers like he could just squeeze his ownership of you into the plushness of your hips, into the sweet swell of your ass? What do you say to the dirty little thrust of his hips as he bucks with his own burning need, reminding you just how much this is for hispleasure as he will make it for yours.

You would, could, should push him off and instead what are you doing? Curling your fingers into the silk-smooth of his comforter, desperate to writhe out of your own skin away from the burning pressure between your thighs, the foreign, unfamiliar heat you suddenly feel like you might be craving.

Anyone ever touch you like this before me, Counsel?Warm breath splays across your skin when he questions you, eyes fixed on yours and he waits. Answer him, answer him, tell him he’s nothing, tell him you’ve had better, lie and destroy that ego, lie lie lie lie—

Nnnh—no.

He looks like you’ve just told him the best news of his life, eyes wide and blown with lust, Oh is that right? You’re saying no one’s ever touched you this good? Or just no one’s ever touched you at all?

You don’t have to answer. The furious blush on your cheeks? The way your eyes slide away from his? The way you writhe, trying to press your thighs together to relieve the pressure and finding the effort futile? If the man’s grin could get any wider, it would, right now. Oh sweetness, we’re going to have so much fun exploring your body together…

He pulls back just enough to take a look at you, already flushed and writhing and overwhelmed and if he could take a picture of this right now he would. He’ll save that for later though. Tonight? Tonight is just the two of you, and his hands are back to your skirt, pushing the tight fabric up over your round hips and revealing the lace of your panties… just before he rips them off, to the sound of your indignant yelp Steve!

You’re going to call me Captain, sweetness, we’re not close enough to use my name just yet.

No. No you’re not, and he’s not sure you’ll ever be — he rather likes the idea of hearing you whimper out his title when he gets you desperate and wanting.

He touches, slow and steady, watching you try to jerk away and tutting at you when you do, fingers at your delicate nerves like an assault on your pleasure. Bite your lip, bite back the moans, whine at him like he’s wounded you, You’re so wet, sweetness, you’re so desperate for me aren’t you, as he palms his cock to relieve the pressure on himself. You’re going to beg before he does and he’s patient, he’ll last the night.

St-stop it, it’s too— he shushes you ahtahtaht and rests his free hand on your mound, holding you down so his probing, inspecting fingers can take stock of the velveteen plushness of your delicate cunt. It’s too much, too much and you want to scream the moment he presses one finger into you, already overwhelmed, already so tightly wound the barest touches are unraveling you steadily.

You’re such a pretty thing, all desperate and needy, sweetness. You wanna cum already, don’t you? So busy, never gave anyone the chance to fuck that stuck-up bitch right out of you, did they? It’s almost pitying, isn’t it, the way he talks, hums at you while you’re reduced to a whining, whimpering mess so soon, so desperate for the release he’s on the edge of denying you, feeling you flexing around his finger and then the second leaping jolt of your body when another joins the inspection. Taking careful stock of the pretty cunt he owns now, and he’s careful to curl his fingers just right as he seeks the spot to hammer just to get you to scream.

You don’t, not yet, but that’s okay too, because he sees the way you take desperate hold of the sheets, the way your eyes roll backwards just slightly, the way you strain against his heavy hand to arch your back. Gotta tell you, sweetness, I imagined you under me a thousand and one ways but this one, right now? Tops the list. You ready to beg for me?

Do it. Do it and end your pleasurable torment. Do it and be released from the pressure, the coiling want. Surrender to him. Let him have you.

The white hot rush of your orgasm is not unexpected to him, his curling, cruel fingers having found the sweetness of your g-spot, but — you, too busy climbing the ranks to think of your own pleasure, too busy demanding your due from an unjust world explore your own warmth beyond that of a memory of a college hookup you would rather forget — you left breathless and wanton in the heat of the explosion he draws out of you, mewling something desperate and pleading against your own will and the song of it fills his ears like it’s all he’s ever wanted. There it is, and I thought we’d be here all night. A thumb flickers over the nerves at your entrance and you practically jump, something between a yelp and a moan escaping your lips.

First one’s just a treat, sweetness. Now on, you cum when I say you do, understand?

You nod.

Oh you nod, and you are lost, here and now. Sensitive and broken and there is so little of that steel spine here, writhing in his sheets and ohyou don’t know the things you do to him.

Think you can go again, sweetness? He’s purring, smug, twisting fingers stretching you slowly, muttering under his breath about how fucking tight you are around his fingers, how good you’re going to feel for him, and the smugness on his face is slowly fading into a dark consternation, brows furrowed like he’s somehow angry at you for being plush and delicate and fuckable.

You’re almost begging him to stop, and yet the pressure is building again, the twisting, coiling heat that leaves you breathless and mewling and he looks like he might be trying to immortalize this moment forever. Say it, sweetness. Say you need me. Beg me for my cock.

That’s it.

That’s what you need to, you need to beg, you need to give in. No more fighting, no more arguing no more —

Please…

Please what, sweetness, come on now. You got a way with words. The snarl is so barely contained.

Please, Captain, please just…

What do you need, sweetness? The fingers are relentless, the buzz in your nerves is overwhelming, you can barely even hear yourself talk, much less him.

Please just fuck me, Captain, I need your cock! It’s hurried and it’s crude and it’s desperate and it’s exactly what he wants as just another wall crumbles and you fall off your pedestal right into his arms.

He’s barely able to resist the buck of his hips, the need to be inside you, the knowledge that you are soft and velvet and you could be all over his senses just like this.

When did he free his cock? You don’t know, you just know it’s practically salvation when he sinks into you, when he fills you like you’ve been desperate for and Oh sweetness…pours from his lips just as you hiss out something like praise right back at him.

You’re so full and he’s so gentle, at first, like you’re made of crystal in his arms, like the slow shifting of his hips might have you shattering underneath him if he’s not careful. Cradling you, even, sliding your legs around his narrow hips as he leans in and takes a hungry kiss from your wanting, whimpering mouth.

Love this look on you, all wrapped around me, whispered low and slow into your ear, sweetness you have no idea how good you look…

Melt into those compliments, melt into him, because the way he’s holding you is divine and you can feel him so deep in you it’s making your head spin. When did your arms end up around him? When did you start clinging to him like an anchor, start winding your fingers through his hair, start leaving the marks of your nails on his back to the sound of his own needy groaning?

He noses your cheek and leaves a mark of ownership on your neck with hungry lips, knowing you’ll bruise a beautiful flower right over your pulsebeat and continuing the steady assault on your nerves, cunt-first.

Harder. Faster. More.

And oh, sweetness, you do shatter.

You shatter all around him, you shatter into something divine and rapturous, full of him and filled with him and he cums so deep inside you as you do, still fucking you through your joined climax, hips rutting and breath hitching and nearly furious at you for the way his vision whites out too, the way he feels like he can Never get enough and so he hisses that at you like an accusation while his thoughts reorient back to reality, back to smugness, back to the control you took from him while he tried to strip you of yours.

In the end, as he pulls away from you and sinks to the side of you, watching your sweet expression as you return to the reality of your new situation, he is satisfied… thoroughly.

Oh yeah, I think we can make this a working relationship, Counsel.

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━ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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Lust For Life (Sugar Daddy AU)

Summary || Steve Rogers is one of the most notable fashion designers in the world. You, his new assistant, become the driving force behind his art.

Keeping Up with the Starks (Filipina OC)

Summary || For the longest time, all Tony and Camila had were each other. When aliens, Norse gods, super spies, and super soldiers are introduced into their lives, so is something unexpected; family. OR, the lives of the Stark family are completely and utterly chaotic and the world needs to see it.

Safe Haven (coming soon)

Summary || When Called to an abusive household, paramedic Steve Rogers finds himself leaving with more than just a patient, but a broken little girl with a vice grip on his heart. Feeling responsible for the little girl now placed in the hands of the government, Steve makes an effort to adapt her only to be intercepted by her biological parents. Steve is adamant about bringing justice to his little girl and vows to hire the best legal team possible. Enter you, a highly successful adoption attorney in need of a bit of warmth in your cold life.

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* Dance in the Dark

Summary || The lost ghost of Captain Steve Rogers lingers around your home. Ever so lonely, he takes solace in you — the new object of his obsession.

* Wicked Games

Summary || In which you and Steve have a secret PornHub channel.

* Breathe Me

Summary || Thanks to the Super Soldier serum, Steve gets to appreciate your body in a way he never had before.

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quietmyfearswith · 3 years

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needy little ; preferences

warnings — DDLG, swearing, mentions of longing/missing someone, mentions of leaving someone, teasing??

characters — dark!andy barber, dark!steve rogers, dark!ransom drysdale, dark!bucky barnes, dark!lance tucker, dark!clark kent, dark!syverson, dark!august walker

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After placing two scoops of the chocolate ice cream on the cone, Y/N lifted her head up to look at her daddy who sported a scowl on his face as he was drumming a pen in between his fingers as he tried to piece together the facts of the case. Normally, she wouldn’t be allowed so close to Andy as he was working, but given how needy she had been all morning — despite sitting right by his feet wasn’t enough for her — she promised to remain well-behaved and quiet for him so he gave her the green light to go ahead and stay with hi as she played with her scoop and learn toy set. Silently putting down her cone by the ice cream trolley, she moved towards his leg and when he didn’t move or acknowledge her, she clung her arms around his calf as her cheek snuggled up against his shin. “What?” Feeling something cling around his lower leg snapped him right out of his focused trance as his confusion easily melted into adoration as he peered down and saw his girlfriend curled up against him. “My petal’s quite needy today isn’t she?” “Sorry dada,” She said lowly as her fingers drummed rhythmically against his clothed leg, “Was behaved and nice.” Nodding, he then bent and carried her to sit on his lap. She squealed excitedly as she then wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her face in his neck, “Wuv you, dada.” Humming, he rubbed her back soothingly as he looked into her eyes, “Need to hold dada huh?” The smile that formed on her lips was a toothy grin that was the attorney’s favorite sight in the whole world. “Want to hold you so much, dada; ‘m sorry,” She pouted at the thought of him being disappointed at her; sensing the drop of her mood, he then cooed and peppered kisses all over her face, feeling his prickly beard graze her skin prompted her to erupt in a fits of giggles as she loved the affection that he was showering her with. “This what you needed, my little petal?” He asked her in his gentle, playful tone as she nodded and snuggled herself against his chest as she toyed with his large fingers, “Mhm, love you so much, dada.”

“Hello?” August answered the phone call with a frown — Y/N was never one to call her boyfriend when he had missions that required him to go undercover and/or while he had overseas operations; so it was alarming that she called him he thought of only the worst possible scenarios. “Hi, daddy,” She sniffled out into the phone — part of her was relieved she got to hear his voice, but really she just longed to be with him. “What’s wrong, little one?” He furrowed his eyebrows as he impatiently tapped his fingers against the steering wheel; she let out a sigh before admitting, “Miss you, daddy. So sad without you.” Despite feeling pain on the field of his job, the sound of her small and vulnerable voice was the most painful thing he ever had to hear or endure. “Little one, have you been good for me?” She nodded against her phone as she hugged the Cinnamoroll stuffie that had a shirt specifically sewn on for the stuffie which had the words “daddy’s little one” embroidered on it, “I do, daddy. Miss your kisses and hugs so much.” As he parked his car in front of their yard he smirked as he answered her, “Well who knows when I’ll get back right?” He was positive that there was a pout on her lips as she thought of the likelihood that she was going to be alone for a while, “But daddy I miss you already!” Her whine was so loud that she didn't hear the way August opened up their front door and walked to the living room where she was lying in the couch; he ended the call and he could see her slumping down her shoulders from behind before jumping down beside her and hugging her, “Well good thing daddy’s home now, yeah?” She let out a shrilling shriek in excitement as she kissed his bearded cheeks repeatedly, “I missed you so much, daddy! Promise I was the goodest girl for you!”

“How are your chicken tenders, sweetie?” Bucky asked after pressing a kiss on her forehead; they were out to dinner with Sam and his girlfriend, Leila — who like her was a little too. After the two bonded over the activity paper the server handed to them, they both munched down on their meal. “So yummy, tătic! But,” She trailed off as she looked around nervously. After drinking down a chunk of his beer then looked at him with worry written on his face, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Without a word, she snuggled close to his side right as she tangled her arms around his metal arm before looking up at him with doting eyes, “All better, tătic!” Slightly picking up on what she was up to, he grabbed another chicken and tapped it on her lips; she moaned lowly when he fed her then snuggled up more to his arm. “Need my touch, don’t you sweetheart?” Shyly, she nodded as she played with his fingers, “Always want you close to me.” Sam and Leila were both busy being all snuggled up too so Bucky repeatedly, sweetly kissed her lips before telling her, “How ‘bout we take a bath later, sweetie?” Extremely thrilled with the idea of spending tub time with her daddy, she nodded too much that little chunks of the chicken she was eating escaped her mouth as she expressed her liking of his idea, “So excited for that, tătic! Can we go home now and bathe together?” Chuckling at the small mess she made, he wiped the sides of her mouth with a napkin then kissed her forehead, “Only a few more minutes before we can bath together, sweetie.”

“Into the tub you go, doll,” Steve sing-songed as he gently placed Y/N into the bathtub that was filled with warm water and soapy bubbles. She giggled as she felt the warm water graze her skin. For a while, she was busying herself with playing and blowing the bubbles; after a while, she was craning her neck to look for Steve, “Sir? Where are you?” A pout was now formed onto her lips that earlier was stretched out into a smile. The super soldier was in their shared bedroom preparing what she was going to wear after her bath when he heard her distressed call for him. Entering their ensuite bathroom the skin of his forehead wrinkled up as he approached her and kneeled down by the tub, “What’s wrong, doll?” A small amount of water splashed onto him when she crossed her arms, “Want you, sir.” Not fully understanding what she meant, he brought a hand to caress her back — as if to coax her into explaining as he said, “I am here, doll. What do you want?” “Want you here, sir,” Unclasping her arms from where they were crossed, she dropped her arms in the bubbly water and pouted at him. Nodding in understanding, he then stood up; hearing her whimper in need made him chuckle a bit, “I’m just gonna remove my clothes then join you in there okay, doll?” Gone was the frown that earlier donned her face for she now had a wide grin as she clapped when Steve slowly dipped in the tub, careful as to not spill water out of the tub. Once he was fully seated in the tub, his doll then moved over to him and hugged him tight, “Love you, sir.” Placing her on his lap, he then kissed the top of her head as he tried to calm his beating heart, “I love you too, doll. Now, how ‘bout we clean you up with your favorite shampoo hm?”

“Where you bringing me, baby girl?” Sy wondered out loud as he allowed his nearly 200 pound self to be whisked away. It was unusual of her to remain this quiet; for some her whining and blabbering would be annoying, but the Texan captain loved how verbal she was especially since it served as a constant reminder about how much he was needed by her. Upon being brought to the den of their house that served as the office, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he gently stroked her back, hoping to coax out an answer out of her, “What are we gonna in the office, baby?” She pointed to the landline phone and to the stuffed animal that arrived defective a few days ago. “You want me to make a call?” He asked and she nodded with a wide smile. “Why can’t you make the call?” The question was asked out of curiosity, but with the way she batted her eyelashes and bit her lip bashfully had him worried. A small smile graced his face when she opened her mouth, but she quickly closed it and instead grabbed a pen and paper. Sitting down on the swivel chair, he patiently waited for her to finish jotting down her message. When she was done, she shyly slid over the paper to him and once he read it the words broke his heart, “My voice is ugly. Who said this, baby girl?” Shrugging her shoulders she fiddled with her fingers but he placed her on his lap which allowed him to gently stroke her thighs, “Come on, baby girl, please talk to me? I miss hearing your pretty voice.” As if to prove his point, his beard tickled her skin as he pressed kisses on her throat; she giggled as her hands pushed his wide chest away and cleared her throat, “Some guy said my voice is too deep for a girl.” Sy’s jaw clenched in anger at the person who disrespected his girl’s feature; a thick finger of his hooked under her chin to make her look at him, “Listen to me, okay? Don’t listen to the meanie who said that. Your voice is beautiful and lovely, just like the rest of you.” Biting the inside of her mouth, she then looked up at him with teary eyes; he was about to question as to why she was tearing up when she wrapped her arms tight around his neck as she peppered kisses on his bearded cheek, “Thank you, daddy. Needed that reminder.”

“Papa?” Y/N groggily called out as she rubbed the sleep away from her eyes and looked to the side of the bed; she frowned when she noticed that the gold medalist wasn’t occupying the earlier spot he claimed. Grabbing for the first stuffed toy he had given her in her arms, she made her way off their bed and checked their walk-in-closet and ensuite bathroom — and was displeased when he wasn’t there. There were two other bedrooms and a bathroom on the upper floor and all three areas did not house her loving boyfriend. “Where are you?” She was now close to crying as she headed down the stairs. Upon hearing noise coming from their dining room, she then skipped over there and was shocked to see him wearing his USA jacket and was faced in front of a laptop. “Well I have to say that my biggest motivation has to be my loving girlfriend,” Just as he said the last word he shot Y/N a sincere smile, patting her lap — motioning for her to sit on it. Thankful that she wasn’t wearing her little pajamas and instead fell asleep wearing one of his sweatshirts, she shyly sat on his lap and was surprised to see that the accomplished gymnast was being interviewed, “And she just pushes me to be the best I can be, in all aspects.” At the compliment, she shyly waved at the interviewer. “Well that is all the time we have. Thank you so much Lance Tucker for gracing us with your presence and introducing us to your lovely girl too.” Lance’s computer screen faded into his screensaver of the two of them — the gymnast kissing her cheek as she smiled wide into the camera. “Woke up without you and was so scared, papa.” Her confession had his heart hurting a bit but he cuddled her and explained, “I’m sorry, angel. I had an interview and you looked so adorable while you sleep that I didn’t want to wake you.” At his explanation, her little mind was able to understand it and nodded, “Promise to never leave me?” His reply was instant, “My greatest nightmare would be leaving you. I love you so much, angel,” For the only thing he has ever been sure of in his entire life was that she was going to be with her for the rest of their days together.

As much as Ransom and Y/N enjoyed summer, the bright sunny days allowed them to stroll around the different sights and go on long road trips across the state — even the country if the only Thrombey child wasn’t feeling lazy. “Princess, have you packed your clothes already?” He asked from the main floor of his house as he zipped up his duffle bag after checking once again that he had packed the necessary garments for their three-day stay in the high-end resort Ransom got them a booking to. “King, can you come here please?” The man that was called for had to chuckle as he made his way up the stairs, heading for their bedroom because he could practically sense that she was pouting as she called for him. “Princess, everything alright with you?” Seeing her kneeling down in front of her suitcase with a wide array of clothing articles spread all around her. Shaking her head, she crossed her arms as her lips formed a pout, “Need king to help me pack.” Wrapping his arms around her and placing her on his lap, he kissed the side of her neck, “My little princess needs help packing her clothes?” Snuggling against his chest, she nodded as she slipped her thumb into her mouth, “King packs my clothes better.” Having her in his lap as he was folding some of her clothes then placing it on her matching suitcases didn’t pose as a challenge for him; in fact he loved the thought of her being all small that she needed him. “Such a helpless, needy little thing you are hm?” Even though he was partially joking, she took it seriously but was not offended by it, “Just want my king near me at all times, please.” After zipping up her bags once they have been filled with all the clothes she was probably going to use during their stay there, he simply kissed her cheek and gently pat her thighs, “Well king’s not going anywhere without his pretty princess. Now let’s go on our vacation, okay?”

“Where are you, bubba?” Y/N pouted as she rubbed her hands on her arms as she stood by the balcony in their apartment. Her phone was in one of the pockets of the bathrobe she was wearing, and when she grabbed for it, she searched on Twitter for Superman. A sad smile graced her lips when she read about him being currently in a different country, aiding citizens who were currently suffering a forest fire in their location. Locking her phone, she then moved towards the door and before fully going in and locking the door behind her she looked up in the sky with hopeful eyes, “Please come home soon, bubba.”

Removing the robe from her body, she rested it by her dresser then crawled under the covers as she hugged the pillow Clark often laid down on when they slept together. A gush of strong wind blew past her and before she could even process what it was or see it properly, she was faced with a freshly showered Clark who was smiling and laying down beside her, “Hi, bubba. I’m home.” Her cheeks hurt from smiling so wide as she kissed his lips repeatedly and excitedly. “I’m so happy you’re home, bubba! I missed you so damn much.” She moaned out in pleasure when his arms opened wide and cuddled her close and warm into his chest. Pressing a kiss on the top of her head, he then rubbed her back soothingly, “I know, bubba. I heard you.” hearing those words, she hid her face deeper into his chest, not having the guts to look up at him. With a cheeky grin, he reassured her, “ And don’t worry, I’ll be all yours this weekend. There’s no way I will be neglecting my precious bubba.”

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My 2021 Favorites

Following the lead of @thedarkplume and sharing my favorite reads from 2021. Thanks to all of you that blog and share your stories with us. I read tons this year, and honestly, there were only a couple that I didn’t finish. Appreciate the time you all take to craft such amazing work!

It’s important to note – ALL of these blogs are 18+. Follow this guidance and don’t read if you’re not old enough (you'll be blocked for sure). These are in no particular order, they’re all fantastic.

Ok, here we go…

@k-evans-writes, Higher Love – Chris Evans x OFC Nickie Morrison. This series is SO fun and Chris and Nickie’s world is the best! Great character development, our hero and heroine are trying to navigate the terrain of a relationship between two mega stars. I sit impatiently every week waiting for the next chapter 😊

@stargazingfangirl18 is one of my favorite finds this year. Everything she writes is great but a couple stand out. The first is Taken

Dark!Steve Rogers, Dark!Ransom Drysdale and Dark!Andy Barber. Warning: This is a brutal read and not for everyone. It’s incredibly compelling and well written, but proceed with caution.

My favorite of her work, however, is Necessary Arrangements, a Mob AU series with some of our favorite Chris Evans fictional babes. This story is FANTASTIC. It’s so clever and we learn more each chapter about the “readers” and their relationships. Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale and Ari Levinson are some bad dudes but don’t give up on them – each chapter we get more insight into their stories and who they really are. And there is some delicious smut to be had! I highly recommend this one, don’t miss it, it’s great.

The next one is one that’s ongoing and she gave us a DOUBLE CLIFFHANGER before the holidays, so I’ve been knee-deep in suspense waiting impatiently for more! I am so damned excited for more of this, I took out a cone in the Chick-Fil-A drive thru when I saw on my phone that a chapter of this story had posted (it was one that had already posted but I’m so READY for more!). This story belongs to @river-soul, The Witness. Your testimony is set to put away one of Boston’s biggest mobsters - your former boss (Ari Levinson!). Stuck on an isolated farm with Marshal Steve Rogers, unexpected threats and complications arise as the trial approaches. Andy Barber is your attorney and you’ll meet some other friends from the MCU as well. This is such an incredibly crafted story and the characters are so well defined. There is a ton of suspense, you're constantly uneasy waiting for what's ahead and Reader really gets put through the ringer – such an excellent read. DO NOT MISS THIS ONE. P.S. Everything @river-soul writes is amazing so be sure to check out her masterlist.

@mycapt-ohcapt, Escape with Chris Evans – Chris Evans x OFC Nicole Frasier – When Nicole wins a contest to visit an escape room with Chris Evans, she never imagined what might happen and what the future would hold. Great chronicle of the development of a relationship, characters are well written. Gets kind of angsty but such a good read. I discovered this fic on WattPad, you can find it there as well.

@rodrikstark, Everything and Beyond – Steve Rogers x Reader – This is a sweet, fluffy budding romance that makes you root for this couple to get together. Very enjoyable read.

@avintagekiss24, We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love – Steve Rogers x black!reader, but this story has ALL our fave CE characters in the house. This is ethereal, elegant and well-written with some world class smut that is truly the ultimate fantasy. Compelling and twisty. Your panties are going to be toast after this one.

@heliOs-writes, Slow Like Honey – This is another writer I’m so glad I found. Absolutely stellar, every work on the masterlist. Eloquent writing and well thought-out stories and characters on the whole list. This particular story is Steve Rogers and his daughter’s first grade teacher and their budding romance. I love how Steve is portrayed here, flawed but so sweet. It’s a real, slow love story with great character development. I love the way Steve is portrayed in all these stories, so good! And some delicious smut along the way!

Another of my favorite writers (though I don’t think she’s writing any more) is @tropicalcap. The only way I know to describe her storytelling is that it’s effortlessly beautiful. I love, love, love her portrayal of Steve Rogers in all her stories. ALL of them. And they’re all amazing, read them all, but particularly I love (and re-read often) On the Line. I laugh out loud every time, it’s so good. Steve Rogers x Reader throughout her stories have this passionate relationship that’s chill and intense at the same time, and there’s so much beautiful, languid lovemaking – she’s just such a good writer!

I also love way too many stories to list by @worksby-d, check our her masterlist, so much good stuff here!

@jtargaryen18 – She is one of my very favorite writers. One of her fics was the first I read when I found Tumblr, and she just keeps writing great stories. Though they’re all good, this year I loved and recommend

1) All Heaven in a Rage – this is Steve Rogers x Reader. What starts out as an honest intention to help a girl who has caught Steve’s eye following the Snap becomes a dangerous obsession. While this is a Dark!Steve Rogers, I think it’s such a great and realistic portrayal of what it must have been like for the Avengers after the snap. After the devastating lost suffered at the hands of Thanos, Steve is distraught and he just wants to save someone – his intentions are pure, even if they’re twisted. Such a good story!

2) Out of Darkness – Curtis Everett x Reader – This one is still in progress. Full disclosure – I haven’t seen Snowpiercer. I’m seriously squeamish when it comes to graphic violence and my friends tell me there’s lots of it, but I get the gist of the story and I love this depiction of Curtis. It’s difficult in such a dystopian society but our reader is truly a badass and I love her moxie in this story. Lots of suspense as Reader earns Curtis's trust and they slowly fall in love with plenty of angst and suspense, so good!!!

3) His Inheritance – Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster Daughter Reader – This series is ongoing and boy, is it a good one. Steve Rogers is at his mobster best in this one but our reader gives him more than he bargained for. She’s not going quietly into the dark world of the mafia. Love this story so far and literally refresh my phone once an hour to see if there’s a new chapter.

My last recommendations are from one of my very favorite writers on Tumblr that wrote my very favorite fanfic ever, Stark Spangled Banner. The writer is what-is-your-plan-today and her OFC Katie Stark and her love story with Steve Rogers is the most incredible thing of beauty. It is truly a writing masterpiece as it weaves through the MCU and its many movies while watching Steve and Katie and their blossoming relationship that becomes tried and true, unconditional love. It’s just so frickin’ good, READ IT. Everything she writes is wonderful but in particular this year I loved

1) Riding High and Riding On – Frank Adler x OFC Felicity “Fliss” Gallagher – This is another fantastic love story with twists and turns, some suspense and some absolutely delicious smut. Fliss is tough, brave and vulnerable, all at once, and she manages to find the soft side of Frank and wrap him around her finger. Love this couple and I was so glad she gave us a sequel.

2) Murder, He Wrote – DARK Ransom Drysdale x Investigative Reporter Reader – This is a twisty, turny dark story that hooks you and then throws you an incredible curve at the end. Our reader has written a story about Ransom Drysdale that he wasn’t thrilled with, and he decides pay her back. Riveting and addictive, you’ll really love this one. Then, you have to read the sequel -

3) Consciousness of Guilt – Andy Barber x Reader from Murder, He Wrote. I love how this relationship develops. It’s so realistic and sweet. Andy is damaged and lonely and our reader is still reeling from her experience with Ransom, and their relationship is a slow developing burn that includes some yummy smut along the way. I love how the characters grow together and are finally able to trust and love - even though there are challenges up until the end. It’s ongoing but close to the end and it’s a must read!

I have to give honorable mention to Leave No One Behind (Ari Levinson x OFC Hannah Horowitz), Too Loose and You’ll Lose It (Jake Jensen x Stella ‘Arty’ Stevenson) and Rock & Roll People in a Disco World (Paul Diskant x Reader). @WIYPT-Writes is the queen of the OFC – she creates people that I think about long after I’m done reading her work. I’m in awe of her talent and look forward to what she has to offer in 2022.

Thanks again to all of you that write and share. Can’t wait to see what you have to offer in the new year!

#chrisevans #chris evans #chris evans fanfic #chris evans fan fiction #steve rogers #andy barber #ransom drysdale #ari levinson #paul diskant #jake jensen #frank adler

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Guilty As Charged

Guilty As Charged: Bucky Barnes One Shot

Summary: Defence Attorney James ‘Bucky’ Barnes is the absolute bane of your life…

Pairing: Lawyer AU Bucky Barnes x Reader (Frenemies!)

Warnings: Bad language words.

Word Count- Under 2k

A/N: This was originally posted on my old blog ages ago, but I’ve just given it a little polish and thought, seeing as I’m on the Bucky Train at the moment, I’d bring it back. Also, my knowledge on US Criminal Law is sketchy at best, so humour me…

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this bar reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist // Main Masterlist

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In God We Trust, the words set about the Judge’s podium were fixed in your vision, motes of dust moving freely in the rays of sunlight which were streaming through the large, ornate windows of the court room and you took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, concentrating on expelling the nerves you were feeling with the air that left your mouth and lungs.

No matter how many times you were in this position, the reading of the verdict still got to you. Your gaze turned to the jury, as the judge did the same, that all important question ringing across the room, the air stiflingly tense.

“On the charge of murder in the first degree, do you find the defendant or not guilty"

“Not guilty.”

Fuck.

Cheers from the defendants family drowned out your loud groan as you rubbed at your temple. Looking over at your colleague, Sam, you shook your head in utter disbelief.

The judge continued through the remaining charges, second-degree murder and voluntary manslaughter, and your despair grew as the same verdict was returned for each.

You’d lost. And it stung, not merely because of your near perfect conviction rate, but for the family of the victim you were one-hundred percent convinced the accused.

"Y/N this wasn't your fault.” Sam stated in a low voice but you simply sighed again and shrugged.

"I was sure they'd see through his lies,” you glanced over to your right where the defence team, headed up by James Buchanan Barnes of Barnes and Rogers Law firm were shaking hand with each other and their defendant. Barnes' face was arranged in the usual smug look that you always had the urge to slap right off it. His partner, Steve, glanced over at you and gave you a genuine, sympathetic smile.

He’s always the most courteous out of the two, the one you actually didn’t mind dealing with when it came to cases.

"He fucking did it Y/N," Sam's voice was almost a growl, "I know he did."

"Well in the eyes of the law he didn’t." You stated, standing up.

The commotion continued behind you, as the defendant was told he was free to go. Making sure to keep your head down, you hastily shuffled your papers back into their respective files and packed your briefcase up. Picking up your jacket, you shrugged it on, smoothing down pencil skirt before you head to leave the courtroom before Barnes can pipe up with his usual smart ass quips. But you're not quite fast enough. "Commiserations Miss Y/LN, can't win em all." The familiar Brooklyn drawl hit your ears.

"Buck," Steve sighed "c'mon pal..."

You grit your teeth. You know you shouldn't rise to it, but you just can’t help it. The man is an utter jack ass in the courtroom. Spinning to face him, you shot him your best contemptuous glare, the one you always reserve for those people you really cannot stand, and looked at him like he was something you'd just trodden in.

"You know Barnes, there is such a thing as being gracious in victory as well as defeat." "Defeat?” He asked, looking at Steve with a puzzled expression on his face, “no, not sure what that is." "Eat shit.” You mumbled before turning to Sam who was stood behind you, watching the exchange. You nod to him and the two of you continued up the aisle towards the exit. The victim's family were congregated outside and all at once the start barraging you with questions.

"How did that happen?"

"You said it was a cert he would go down!”

"What about a private prosecution?”

You sighed and turn to look at them, you were exhausted. "I'm sorry.” You shook your head. “That new evidence that his attorney submitted, it was just threw too much of a doubt into the juries mind..." you held your hand up to gently silence them. “If you're serious about a private prosecution then I can meet you next week to discuss and put you in touch with a few people but I’m sorry, as far as the State’s involvement goes…I can’t do anymore."

Escaping as quickly as you could, you and Sam headed back to your office. After a short meeting with your boss, the District Attorney, who was as pissed as you were that the prosecution had failed, you emerged feeling twice as tired and battered as you had when you’d left the courtroom.

As Sam stated, there was only one thing left you could do. Drink alcohol. A lot of alcohol.

It was a short walk to your preferred bar, having decided to abandon your car and collect it in the morning. You were going to get drunk. Really drunk. "Hey Y/N, hey Sam." Clint, the bar tender greeted you. “I hear it wasn't a great day.” You looked up and saw he was pointing to the TV behind the bar. It was on a news channel, focussing on a report from earlier that afternoon which wasn’t surprising. The case had thrown up huge public interest ever since the body of the teenage girl has been found in the alleyway in Queens. The defendant confessed but somehow, the new evidence submitted was an alleged recording that the defence had gotten their hands on as proof the confession was taken under duress. If you were being totally honest, you had to admit that it didn't sound great, the officer did seem to be leaning heavily on the defendant, but the other evidence was, no, IS overwhelming.

But all it needed was that little seed of doubt, which the defence sowed expertly, and the jury couldn't convict. And now, thanks to Barnes and Rogers, specifically Barnes, in your mind a dangerous killer was walking free. As you stared at the television, you saw Barnes on the screen with the defendant, all smiles and Steve at his side. Barnes greeted the press with a raised hand. "Clint turn it over man." Sam almost pleaded and Clint shot you both a sympathetic look, before he pointed the remote at and flicked the report over to a mundane, late afternoon game show. You ordered 2 beers, and then settled at the bar on one of the tall chairs, crossing your bare, heeled legs as you and Sam began to dissect the case. You couldn’t help it, you always did this, analyse where you went wrong or right.

The pair of you got that enthralled in your discussions, that before you know it, it was an hour lager and you're now four beers deep... and Sam was fielding an angry phone call from his wife, Natasha. "I gotta go, boss." He sighed, apologetically, “it’s my little girl’s dance recital at six and if I miss this one, Nat’s gonna hang me out to dry!” You waved his explanation off. “Its fine, Sam. Oh, and take the morning tomorrow. That case has had us working all hours and I don’t intend on being there till lunch. Clint, gimme a bourbon please?" "Don't let Barnes get to you.” Sam sighed. “You know what he is like" "Smug, arrogant and annoyingly self-righteous.” You nodded. “Yup, I got it.” Sam smiled and dropped a friendly kiss to your cheek. "See you later." Clint slid the glass of bourbon over to you and you smiled before pulling out your phone to check a few emails and your social media. You were just reading through an article about a Billionaire in Manhattan who had designed some kind of metal suit that allowed him to fly (because that's gonna end well), when a familiar voice broke your concentration. "Can I buy you a drink?" You rolled your eyes and looked up at Bucky Barnes as he leaned on the bar, still in his suit, although he had dispensed of his black and white tie, and opened his top button. This was another thing you hated about him. He is utterly gorgeous. Like GQ cover gorgeous, especially in his sharp suits and silk ties.

And he fucking knows it, too. "Depends." You shrugged, throwing back the remainder of your bourbon. "Does it come with a side helping of irritating smugness?" He chuckled. "I'm off duty, Doll so no."

"In that case I'll have another Monkey Shoulder." You slid the empty glass back to Clint. "Take it you're not driving home?" Barnes asked, his azure eyes running over your bare legs. "Well if I do and I get caught, I'm sure you can get me off any charges.” You replied sharply, shooting him a look that made it clear you caught him eyeing you up. And it isn't the first time either. That's another reason you clash so much in the courtroom. Sexual tension. Fucking jerk. He barked out a laugh "You're really not happy with me are you?" "Not particularly." You shook your head, thanking Clint as he pushed the now full glass back to you, with a small wink. It's a double, you noticed. That should set Barnes back a bit. Bucky reached for his beer and after a pull he looked directly at you. "Come work for me." He said and you groaned.

Not this again. "I'm a prosecutor." You rolled your eyes. "Not a defence attorney. I told you that last time you asked. And the time before, and the time before that." "I'm nothing if not persistent." He winked, turning in his stool so he was facing you. "Besides, I can teach you the ways of the dark side." "You’d love that wouldn't you?" You snort. "Oh, Sweetheart you have no idea." He leaned forward slightly, his elbow on the bar and this time he is blatantly staring at the flash of skin that was showing above the buttons on your blouse. "My face is up here, ass hole." With a smirk he raised his deep, blue eyes and they locked onto yours. Despite yourself, you feel your breath hitch slightly. Dammed him and his sex appeal. "Why are you always this insufferable?" You eventually tore your gaze away from his and picked up your drink, glancing up at the TV as an excuse not to look at him. "Ah come on Y/N, don’t be like that." He reached out to squeeze your hand which was resting on the back of the tall chair you were sat in. "We could make a great team..." You raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "Professionally.” He added, his eyes not leaving yours as he took another large drink of his beer, and you pulled your hand away from under his. "I'd kill you within five minutes of us being in the same office." You glared at him as you took another sip from your drink. He chuckled and eyed you again, “to be fair I'm not sure Stevie would be able to function with a beautiful dame such as yourself in close proximity. He still flusters around any woman that isn’t his Peggy.” "That's because Steve is a happily married man." "So am I." He shot back. Ah yes, Mrs Barnes… "Your wife deserves a medal. She must have the patience of a fucking saint to put up with you." You said into your glass. "I have other hidden qualities which mean she's prepared to overlook my slightly less favourable personality traits." He quipped, and you looked back to see that lopsided grin on his face that flips your stomach. Behave Y/N. "They must be very hidden." You mused, and he let out another loud laugh. "You're killing me, Doll.” "Good." You drained your glass. The liquid burnt your throat and you could feel the effects of the alcohol from the last few hours as your brain started to hum. You looked at Barnes who was watching you, his eyes shining with all the cheekiness of a teenage boy and you know you need to leave before you do something stupid.

Like snogging his dumb, handsome face off. "I think it's time I got going." You said simply, standing up. Barnes gave a nod, draining his bottle. “Yeah I should be making tracks too. Wife to see to, you know how it is.” You stood and he did the same, and you realised he was holding up your jacket, ready for you to slide your arms into. Narrowing your eyes slightly at his sudden chivalry, you couldn’t help the small smile that flickered across your face as you turned and allowed him to help you into it. His hands dropped to your shoulders and he span you round gently and smiled with those perfect teeth, a smile that lit up his beautiful face, his eyes crinkling in the corners. "Lead the way Mrs Barnes.” He instructed softly, dropping a tender kiss to your lips. "You know it's a good job I love you,” you smiled, sliding your arms up round his neck. "Yeah, I know." "Although right now I'm struggling to remember why." "Well, when we get home I'll just have to show you some of those hidden qualities I was talking about, see if they help jog your memory.” You bit your lip slightly at the dark flash of desire that flit across his eyes, and you leant up to brush your lips across his stubbled jawline. "Unanimous verdict,” your voice drops slightly as you pull back and he smirked again, “guilty as charged.” You tossed Clint a good bye, linked your hand into your husband’s and he walked you outside into the brisk wind, his arm pulling you close, his lips pressed a soft kiss to your temple. Yeah, James Buchanan Barnes might be an insufferable, arrogant ass hole in the courtroom, but outside it he's simply your Bucky.

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A Swarm of Butterflies

Masterlist

Part Two: Awaiting His Call

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: It’s been a few weeks since you’re first initial meeting, and you’re still waiting for a certain blonde super soldier to call.

Authors Notes: I’m so excited to be sharing Part Two of my first Steve Rogers series with you!!! Please tell me what you think. Feel free to message me with requests!! Thanks for reading. Until next time. Xx

Two weeks had come and gone in the blink of an eye. Fourteen days and Steve still hadn’t called. To say you were disappointed was the understatement of the century. You hadn’t been on a date in well over a year. Your last relationship, which ended abruptly three years prior, had made you cautious. None of the dull men you had accompanied on dates since your breakup had intrigued you enough to give them a second chance. So you spent most of your time in your own company.

You had finally felt a spark with Steve that you had never found anywhere else. You had been excited to explore that, and so your heart was somber when the days had passed and you hadn’t heard from him. You had assumed he had changed his mind about the dinner. While it was disheartening, you understood. He was, after all, one of the Earth’s mightiest hero’s and you were just an average woman. There was nothing memorable about you, and you most certainly couldn’t compare to any of his female colleagues. You were positive that you were not weaving your way into his thoughts the way he was into yours. He’d probably forgotten about you as soon as he’d gotten back to the compound and was thrust into whatever work awaited him there.

You sat at your desk, your fingers lazily tracing the patterns in the cherry stained wood. Your thoughts drifting to a set of piercing, soft blue eyes, a chiseled jaw line, and a breathtaking smile. You could almost still feel the warmth of his hand in yours, and feel the nervousness that had crept up your spine. You hadn’t even realized that you were daydreaming until your boss snapped his fingers in front of your face.

“Y/N! Hello, Y/N?” He tried desperately to capture your attention. You blinked a few times, looking up at the elderly man through your dark lashes. Mr. Klein stood before you dressed in a dark grey suit. In one hand he held his briefcase and in the other a file filled with paperwork.

“Are you alright?” He asked. His face was riddled with concern. His white eyebrows furrowed and his forehead littered with wrinkles. You realized you still hadn’t responded as you gazed at him. You sat up a little straighter and smoothed your hands over the skirt of your navy dress attempting to collect yourself.

“Yes, I’m fine!! Sorry Mr. Klein. What can I do for you?” You asked, shuffling awkwardly in your seat under the gaze of his deep, brown eyes.

“I need you to fax this paperwork for me immediately. It’s for my upcoming trial.” He spoke, his voice dripping with urgency. You smiled and took the paperwork from his hands.

“Of course Mr. Klein. Anything else?” You asked as you stood and made your way over to the fax machine, your heels clicking softly on the white, tile floor.

“No, my dear that will be all.” he replied as he shuffled across the room toward his office.

“Once you’ve completed that you may go home for the day and sort out those thoughts that have you so distracted. I’ll see you next week.” The old man flashed a devious smile over his shoulder.

“Have a good weekend, sir.” You blushed as he shut the large wooden door. You let out a soft sigh and chuckled to yourself at the old mans bluntness.

You had worked as Mr. Klein’s assistant for the last two years. You had interviewed with him on your third day in Brooklyn, and he hired you on the spot. He was a kind man, always looking out for you. He was wickedly smart and very calculated. He was one of the best attorney’s in the state so you were always busy. There was always a steady stream of work to do and you often came in on weekends during large trials to ensure everything was running properly. This weekend was a rare work free one, and you intended to use it wisely.

You quickly pulled the documents from the file and faxed them over to the office of another attorney in Manhattan. Mr. Klein often partnered with Mr. Davis on large, challenging cases. You had never met Mr. Davis, but Mr. Klein had tried to set you up with him on more than one occasion.

Once you were sure every page was received you powered off the device and began to collect your belongings. You slid your bag over your shoulder and headed toward the door. Pulling it open you stepped out of the office entrance onto the sidewalk.

It was Friday evening and the street was surprisingly calm. You took a moment and looked around. Across the street the woman who owned the bakery, Gina, was locking up. You sent her a small wave which she returned with a smile. A few buildings down an elderly couple was walking a small Chihuahua, their hands intertwined and smiles adorning their faces. Children were sitting on the steps of an apartment building laughing at a joke one of them had told. You took in the sight and basked in the joy that seemed to radiate from all around you. You began your walk home, humming softly to yourself. You were thrilled for your free weekend and you had planned to go home, order Chinese, and spend the weekend binge watching all of your favorite shows.

Fifteen minutes later you arrived in front of your apartment building. It was older and a little run down, but you loved its charm and character. It was an original brown-stone building. Flower boxes hung from each window and the door to the front entrance was bright red. It stood three stories tall and consisted of fifty small apartments. Yours was on the third floor.

You skipped up the steps to the entrance and opened the heavy, red door. You stepped inside the first floor hallway and made your way over to the staircase in the corner. The metal stairs clanked under your shoes as you trudged up two flights of stairs before arriving on your floor. You walked down the carpeted hall to your apartment. You stopped in front of your dented, black door and searched for your keys in your bag. Once you’d retrieved the set of keys dangling from a Lady Liberty keychain you began to work on unlocking the door. You had just shoved the key into the lock when your phone began to ring.

“Oh, damn it.” you huffed, abandoning the keys in the lock to search through your bag for your phone. You pulled it out and flipped it over in your palm. The screen was illuminated with an unknown number. Furrowing your brows you hit the accept call button and brought the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” you questioned, resting the phone between your ear and shoulder. Your hands reached up to the key and jiggled a few times to get the old lock to turn.

“Hi, is this Y/N?” the caller asked. You froze, the swarm of butterflies returning. It was Steve.

“Yeah, hi...it’s me.” you replied, voice suddenly shaky. You pushed open the door and stepped into your apartment. You placed your keys on the small, white table in the front hall and walked into the small living room.

“It’s Steve. I’m sorry it took so long for me to call. I got sent out on a mission as soon as I got to the compound. I just got back home yesterday.” he apologized, his free hand running through his blonde locks. He was pacing back and forth in front his sofa in his room at the compound. He had just woken up, having slept since he arrived back after the mission.

“Oh, its fine. I completely understand.” you smiled to yourself, over the moon that he hadn’t forgotten you. You sat on your beige sofa, crossing your legs beneath you anticipating his next words.

“Well, I’d still love to have dinner with you. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since that morning at the park.” He said, suddenly shy as he picked at the waistband of his grey sweats. Your heart started to pound. You could hear the blood rushing in your ears.

“I would like that very much.” you gasped out, realizing you’d been holding your breath. Your entire face was on fire, and you couldn’t keep your smile at bay.

“Are you free now?” he asked, gaining a bit of confidence. You glanced at the clock it was 5:45. You had planned a quiet evening at home, but you’d much rather be in the company of the super soldier.

“Umm, yeah I’m free.” You replied, trying to sound nonchalant as you rose from the couch and strolled into your room. You sauntered over to the closet and yanked the door open, searching for something to wear.

“Great. How about you send me your address and I’ll pick you up at 7?” he asked, excitement laced in his voice.

“That sounds perfect. I’ll see you soon, Steve.”

“I’ll see you soon, Y/N.” He chucked. He hung up the phone and tossed it onto his bed. His smile was so wide his cheeks ached.

Steve had thought of the girl he’d shared a sunrise with constantly over the last two weeks. Although the two of you had exchanged few words he had felt incredibly comfortable sitting with you on that bench. He had come to the park because he couldn’t sleep. The team has just returned from a difficult mission, and he had been feeling anxious. Your presence has washed over him like a wave, completely calming his racing thoughts.

He stood there running his hands through his hair craving that calmness once more. He wondered how it would feel to hold you in his arms and kiss your soft, baby pink lips. Then he felt it, something he hadn’t felt since Peggy. The undeniable feeling of butterflies dancing in his stomach.

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