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fearspecter · 2 years ago
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when: 7 january 2040 where: buchanan’s annual gala who: open!
there’s little trouble to get into on the rooftop, but then he hadn’t expected to find much up of anything up here. he’s mildly surprised to find it decorated with tiny twinkling lights that seem to never phase out of relevance no matter the decade. there are seating arrangements, too, as if it’s common to host an event atop a museum but then maybe it is. a lot of change can happen in seven years. he hoists himself up to sit on the parapet - feet dangling over the edge - and gazes out over the capital city. when he was younger, he dreamed of blacking out an entire city like this. just to see if he could. he’s old enough to know it’s a death wish, but that childlike curiosity remains. he supposes he should be grateful the nsa couldn’t extinguish that over the last seven years. he cranes his head back as the door to the rooftop opens, blue eyes giving the intruder a once over before he, good naturedly, offers his vape pen. not without taking a hit first, but still offered nonetheless. “first hit’s free.“
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cyberbonded · 2 years ago
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“flatterer.” she’s not insulted and it shows in her tone. how could she be? they’re completely correct in their statement; robert buchanan couldn’t have pulled this serum out of his ass without her even if he paid millions on other scientists. taking a sip of her peach gin fizz, saskia shakes her head slightly - dismissively - and sends her floor length braids rippling. “no, it’s fine. i’m not a very thin-skinned person, but i am very protective of my team. we worked incredibly hard for him to have his night impressing the suits out there. a little more recognition would be nice, but most of them don’t want that spotlight and they’re not going to brag about it either.”
she shrugs a little. “what do you do?"
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their brows raise. curiosity rewarded him a chance meeting with the source of the serum. better news compared to buchanan's show.
"ryoji." he links hands with hers for a steady handshake. "a pleasure, saskia. this is my lucky night to meet one of the actual masterminds behind tonight's surprise."
when they withdraw, they purse their lips. "i didn't put my foot in my mouth earlier, right? because that critique was a shot at your boss, not your team."
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cynicid · 2 years ago
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for: @emmysavoya. date: january 7, 2040. location: buchanan’s gala.
the news of the superserum punctuates the evening’s proceedings in ways that are only applicable to the wealthy and famous: a reminder of the power held by those with the money to spare and a catalog of ideas to buy from. zayid wishes that meeting emerald again could have been under less severe circumstances seeing how rare the opportunity to talk to her has become in recent months. 
“seeing you these days is like winning the grand prix,” zayid quips dryly in lieu of a greeting before shooting her a smile. “i’ve dropped by your office four or five times over the last two weeks and your co-workers always said you weren’t available.”
crazy how fast time flies when you’re busy handling—does he even want to know what emerald does for a living? probably not. he knows enough (or not, depending on your point of view) about cecil royce to be intimidated by the whole department under his direction. “or maybe they just know i’m terrified of your boss.”
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byreticence · 2 years ago
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when: 7 january 2040 where: buchanan’s gala - sculpture garden who: @amarcnthined​ - suzu ishida
much as he’d like to, the likelihood of cecil getting his hands on robert buchanan tonight are low. not impossible, of course. flexing the might of the royce family name would be more than enough. it’s not a door he needs opened  because the night is far from over. buchanan’s little science experiment has to make it through the night without a problem - such as two newly superpowered people surviving the night without throwing someone out a window or setting something on fire because of overstimulation or sheer idiocy. he’s not even entirely sure they weren’t already powered (and unregistered) to begin with.
that fiasco is a problem to be dealt with tomorrow. instead of staying inside, he’s made his way out to the sculpture garden - braving the chilly night air to smoke now that everyone else can’t be assed to miss a single second of the twins. he has enough eyes and ears inside to allow himself the break. to feel a little less like clawing out of both his suit and skin. he’s not the only one making an escape.
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“i see it’s your turn to follow me now,” he says. he looks at suzu once before looking away rather than go against the urge to avoid eye contact. for all the jokes about how he doesn’t blink, he’s still waiting on someone to puzzle out how it only happens when he’s making eye contact - when he’s forcing himself to not avoid it. “buchanan didn’t hire you to make it look real, did he?”
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storiesofsvu · 4 years ago
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Serendipitous Secrets & Surprises Ch 16
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Rita Calhoun x fem!reader Warnings: language, usual SVU talks of assault, very brief physical assault.
Over the next couple of days you’d gotten extra help from Kat as her previous case wrapped after Buchanan pled out the two boys from Manor Hill. Between the two of you and Carisi you’d managed to track down quite a few names, and gotten a handful of statements. You’d spent a day talking to some of the boys on the list, while you weren’t necessarily trying to find rapists since the statute of limitations was well passed, you were still searching for the original instigator. You’d kept Rita’s senior year list to yourself so far (even with her name photoshopped out) aside from Sonny looking over it a few times.
You knew how boys clubs worked, how loyalty would remain even after thirty years in situations like this. Especially to someone as prestigious as Chip. You were worried about talking to Richard and Jonathon as a cop, there was a high chance they’d tip off Chip and he’d vanish before you could even get to him. Especially considering he’d been out of jail less than a year.
Figuring you’d used your UC skills to kick off this case, you may as well use them a few more times to get what you needed. You’d pulled up an old email address that had a fake last name attached to it and shot off an email to Gallagher, setting up a meeting “one Dowland alumni to another”. While you waited you perused through a couple more yearbooks, managing to match another couple of names. After you broke for lunch, Kat caught another case, and since Sonny was in court battling out the current Dowland rape case, you were tackling things solo again. Every so often Olivia would pop in and do what she could between managing the squad, mainly matching names for you while you tracked them down in the database.
After she’d gone back to her office to take a phone call your laptop pinged with an e-mail, a response from Chip. It surprised you that he’d replied so quickly, and surprised you even more that he set up a time and place for later that day during the post work happy hour. Just enough time to meet up with you, get what he wanted and get home to his wife. You were glad you’d spent some of the day pouring over his case file and court transcripts, having a better idea of what you were getting into.
And that’s when the fibbing and cover ups began.
You shot a text off to Rita, saying you’d be working late tonight and for her to not to wait up. Then you popped into Olivia’s office.
“Hey, Pippa’s sitter just came down with food poisoning and she’s stuck in court, any chance I can swing outta here early and pick up the kids for her?”
“Yeah. Course.”
Olivia gave you a warm smile and you waved a quick goodnight, thanking her for the ability to duck out early. You were impeccably happy that you knew Rita was still in court and there was no chance she was working from home as you slipped back into your apartment.
The Contour Gastro Lounge was on the upper floor of the Ritz Carlton, you’d been there a handful of times. Some of them escaping galas and fundraisers in the ballroom, other times for date night. It was obviously a high end location, and luckily, you had just the wardrobe and background to fit in. You made sure to stash any evidence of you having come back to the apartment into the safe (Rita had a separate one for anything expensive she wanted safe, yours was more the protection for your gun). Your shield and wallet, among other things were hidden away for a night like tonight.
You pulled out a clutch you hadn’t used in years, sliding a fake ID into the sleeve along with enough cash to make it through the evening. You added on a little bit more make up, fixing your hair to suit the atmosphere before checking the time, taking a heavy breath and calling the car service.
*
It wasn’t a total surprise when you strolled in to find Chip already there lounging at one of the lower tables in the bar. He looked unbelievably cocky for someone who’d been convicted, then again, a lot of perps had that look when they were let out, as if they’d cheated the system. No doubt he was proud of his early release, after all, being a rich, white male had its perks when it came to the justice system.
You put on a coy smile, walking up to his table watching the way his eyes dragged up your body, a grin taking over his cheeks.
“You must be Y/N.” He greeted and you smiled, extending your hand.
“Pleasure to meet you.”
“Oh the pleasure’s all mine.” He smirked and you held back the near automatic gag.
The semi awkward small talk got out of the way pretty quickly, you continued on with the ‘event planner’ cover you’d used at the reunion, it always seemed the best when it came to this crowd. Especially with people like Chip, they liked their women submissive, the ‘work from home blogger’ or ‘stay at home mom’ types, which is exactly why you’d left any and every thing linking you to NYPD at home, including your car. Chip was well into his third drink by the time he suddenly changed the topic, curious about your intentions.
“You know,” Chip began, “I have to ask, why the sudden interest?”
“Oh…” you sighed over a sip of your old fashioned, “my reunion was a couple of weeks ago, just got me reminiscing about my time at Dowland, kind of wondering where other alumni were now. Most of the people in my class stayed with Mommy and Daddy’s money, boring lives, boring stories. But you…you made it all the way to the bench. I mean…that’s quite an accomplishment.”
“Could’ve been better.” He chuckled, “you’re telling me no one in your class made it?”
“Nah. Couple of Wall Street guys, hedge funds…whatever that means.” You laughed, plucking the cherry from your drink, “but I mean…high school, it’s a different story.” You popped the fruit into your mouth, tugging it off its stem “it was all about the seniors bragging over how many cherries they could pick. Whoever got the most won, right?” You smirked across at him and he laughed.
“You sure we should be talking about this?”
“Oh c’mon.” You laughed, “best the pansies in my year could do was three. Someone like you? Powerful, rich, attractive man from a good family? You must’ve had more.”
“Easily doubled.” He bragged and you chuckled.
“Nicely done.” You leant back in the chair, propping your elbow up on the back of it as you recrossed your legs, “you know, I’ve always been curious, was it some upperclassman that came up with the whole club?”
“You think some senior was capable of instating something as in-depth as that? From what I hear it’s still going on today.”
“Hmm….you willing to divulge?” You cocked a brow and he chuckled again, shaking his head, “oh come on Chip, it’s not like anyone could come after you, the statute of limitations is well past.”
“I couldn’t rat on them. They were too influential on Dowland, helped a lot of those boys who didn’t even know they needed it.”
“I’m sure.” You smiled. Your phone suddenly buzzed with a text and you swiftly picked it up from the small table in between you, letting out a groan as you read the message, “the old ball and chain.” You rolled your eyes, “you must know how it is. I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut this short.”
“Shame.” Chip smirked, “I was almost hoping for the excuse to book a room.” You feigned a laugh, squeezing at his knee while you flagged down the waitress.
‘’There’s always next time.” You shot him a wink as you tossed down cash to cover you half of the bill, bidding him a quick goodnight as you left the hotel.
The text had been from Rita, asking how much longer you were going to be, and if you planned on working overnight. She knew you had a tendency to let cases like this take over your life, but she still wanted you home, where she knew you were safe.
You’d made it around the corner from the hotel, your hand about to call for the car service on your phone when a strong hand wrapped around your bicep, hurtling you into a darkened alleyway. The side of your face ricocheted off the brick wall and you yelped, arms trying to push against your attacker as your head swivelled to face them. Somehow, you weren’t surprised that it was Chip Gallagher staring back at you, a snarl on his face as his forearm pressed across your neck, his watch digging into your collarbone.
��Event planning my ass.” He spat, “you dropped the ball on that cover Counsellor. You’re an idiot if you ever thought I was going to give up any information to you. Try harder next time.” His arm pressed into your throat tighter, his free hand twisting your chin so your head collided with the wall again and you let out a whimper, “stay the fuck away from me. And if I were you…I’d stop digging into Dowland. You’re not gonna like what you find.”
With one final push against your larynx he shoved off of your body, disappearing down the street, leaving you coughing and gasping for breath in the alley as you collapsed over yourself. You felt the tears stinging into your eyes, not only a reaction to the pain, but in worry over Rita. If he had been that pissed over a conversation, how bad would he have acted thirty years ago?
*
Sonny’s brow furrowed at the sound of someone knocking on his apartment door. He quickly checked his phone in case he’d missed a text but found nothing, pulling the door open to find you on the other side.
“What the”—
“I’m gonna need you to not ask any questions.” You insisted as you watched his eyes widen at the sight of you, “sorry to barge in on you like this but Kat has roommates, everyone else has kids. And I heard you’ve got the comfiest guest bed on the lower East side.”
“Yeah…I…guess.” He glanced up and down the hallway as he widened the door, letting you into the apartment, swiftly locking it behind you. “What happened?”
“Thought I told you not to ask questions.” You muttered and he huffed.
“Ya show up to my place at this time of night, you’re bruised and bleeding and ya expect me to not ask questions?”
“I’m bleeding?” Shock took over your face as you dabbed at where your head had hit the wall, your fingers coming away coated in crimson.
“Please don’t pass out on me now.” Sonny loosely grabbed your shoulder, “c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” He guided you toward the kitchen table, encouraging you to take a seat. You practically pouted as he darted off to grab a first aid kid from the bathroom before gently wiping at the cut with an antiseptic wipe.
“I can handle a little blood Carisi.” You muttered and he chuckled.
“Yeah? Ya gonna tell me what happened now?”
“None of your business.”
“Then why show up here instead of going home?” He cocked a brow and you sighed.
“You really think I could show up at home like this and avoid getting interrogated by Rita?”
“Why not a hotel?”
“I left everything at home. I only had my keys and my phone. Didn’t want anything traceable.”
“How’d you get here?” His brow furrowed as he swiped away some of the dried blood from your hair line. Once satisfied that you weren’t currently bleeding he softly applied a butterfly bandage to make sure anything new didn’t start.
“Car service.” You huffed, “listen, I told Rita I was working late. I told Liv I had to pick up Pippa’s kids. Rita thinks I’m sleeping in the bunk room tonight. I’ll run home in the morning to change and pick up what I need for work. And in the meantime, you’re gonna let me pass out in your guest room, okay?”
“Okay.” He raised his hands in defeat, his lips pursed as he surveyed you. Not only was your temple cut, it was already darkening with a bruise, and he could see the reddening skin across your neck, a mark indented near your collarbone. “You met with Gallagher didn’t you?”
Your eyes darted to his, a wary look on your face before you attempted to cover it up.
“What makes you think that?”
“‘Cause he threatened me, the person prosecuting him, in front of an NYPD Captain and his lawyer at the D.A’s office. And the guy’s a pig, especially to women.”
“Yeah…I got that…”
“Did he give you anything?”
“He knows where the club originated.” You sighed, dropping an elbow down to the table, “wouldn’t go much further than that. I was half a block away when he caught up with me, told me to drop it.”
“He make you?”
“Called me Counsellor, probably thinks I’m a rookie A.D.A trying to make a case. I let some legal jargon slip by accident. I’m a fucking idiot.”
“Hey…no…you’re not. Ya were just trying to figure out this case.”
“I just figured if we went to the other boys first as cops they might tip him off, especially with his previous conviction…he’d run.”
“Ya not wrong.”
“You’re not mad about me potentially fucking the case over?” You glanced over at him, hesitancy written across your eyes.
“Nah.” He gave you a small smile, “ya know what you’re doin’. If we can’t get Gallagher, we’ll be able ta flip someone else, better yet we’ll be able to find something to get him ta flip.”
“I’m sure we will.” You muttered. Sonny clapped you on the shoulder gently as he stood.
“I’m confident. Now how ‘bout I grab ya some comfy clothes so ya don’t have to sleep in that dress. I’m sure I’ve got a couple fresh toothbrushes stashed somewhere.”
“You’re a godsend Carisi.”
“S’long as you don’t think you’re concussed. Cause I can’t let ya sleep yet if that’s the case.”
“I didn’t get hit that hard Counsellor.” You glared and he chuckled before moving down the hallway.
Sonny returned shortly, a pair of sweats and tee shirt, topped with a spare phone charger and toothbrush still in it’s package in his hands. You thanked him profusely, promising him that you were medically fine before you disappeared into his guest room with the assurance that you’d be out of his hair before he knew it.
You practically collapsed against the pillows, your eyes fluttering shut before you even realized. As much as you wanted the comfort and love of your wife, to be curled in her arms right now, you knew that going home tonight would’ve caused more issues than you wanted. Thankfully, the mental exhaustion of the day washed over you and you were out before you knew it.
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goelet · 3 years ago
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━━      *    JEAN  -  FRANÇOIS    “  FRANCIS  ”    GOELET    was    one    of    those    present    at    the    buchanan    gala  ,    and    has    landed    themselves    right    on    detective    perrier’s    list    of      person    of    interest  .    during    the    initial    questioning  ,    the    TWENTY  -  SIX    year    old    HEIR    AND    INVESTOR    said    they    were    at    the    party    because    HE    HAD    TO    KEEP    UP    FRIENDLY    APPEARANCES    WITH    THE    BUCHANANS  .    first    impressions    show    them    to    be    both      FORBEARING    and    HAUGHTY  ,    but    it    would    be    more    accurate    to    describe    them    as    unbuttoned  linen  blouses  on  windy  days  ,  polished  vintage  convertibles  ,    round  shaped  sunglasses  and  wide  grins  ,  drinking  coffee  overlooking  endless  fields  &  an  engraved  leather  band  watch    .
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name  :  jean  -  françois  goelet  ,  nicknames  :  francis  ,  jf    ,  age  :  26  years  old  (  1996  )  ,  gender  :  cis  male  ,  pronouns  :  he  /  him  ,  occupation  :  investor  ,  languages  :  french  ,  english  ,  dutch  .
aesthetics  
unbuttoned  linen  blouses  on  windy  days  ,  polished  vintage  convertibles  ,  round  shaped  sunglasses  and  wide  grins  ,  drinking  coffee  in  the  afternoon  overlooking  endless  fields  ,  an  engraved  leather  band  watch  ,  genuine  laughter  ,  illegible  cursive  handwriting  ,  reading  classics  by  the  water  &  untimely  business  calls  .
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the goelets , old money : real estate , est. 1676 . 
the  goelets  are  one  of  the  oldest  influential  families  in  new  york  .  originally  from  larochelle  ,  france  ,  the  goelets  seem  untouchable  to  the  public  and  very  few  are  able  to  make  it  to  their  inner  circle  .  with  a  well  -  crafted  image  ,  the  goelets  are  anything  but  innocent  .
jean - françois goelet , francis goelet ( b . 1996 ) .
the  second  child  of  paul  r  .  goelet  sr.  &  edith  a  .  cross  -  goelet  ,  younger  sibling  of  paul  r  .  goelet  jr.  ,  older  brother  to  charlotte  e  .  goelet  . 
jean  -  françois  ,  commonly  known  as  francis  ,  is  this  generation’s  golden  boy  .  a  charming  smile  ,  fluffy  brown  hair  and  a  mischievous  glint  in  his  eye  ,  he  captured  the  heart  of  new  york’s  high  society  .
what do you think about francis ?
“  francis  has  a  smile  that  can  light  up  a  room  ,  he  doesn’t  shy  away  from  attention  but  does  not  think  twice  before  stepping  away  from  the  spotlight  to  let  someone  else  shine  .  he’s  reserved  about  his  thoughts  and  ideas,  which  makes  him  very  difficult  to  read  .  but  i  cannot  say  that  i  worry  too  much  ,  he  doesn’t  strike  me  as  the  type  to  backstab.  ” 
“  he  only  speaks  when  he  wishes  and  deem  it  to  be  a  pertinent  or  humorous  addition  to  the  conversation  .  his  actions  say  much  more  about  him  than  his  words  .  ”
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francis  goelet  comes  from  a  prominent  new  york  dynasty  ,  very  much  old  money  .  his  upbringing  as  a  goelet  shaped  the  man  he  is  today  ,  thoughtful  ,  poised  and  cunning  .  it  is  foolish  to  think  that  this  family  was  not  without  a  scandal  or  two  ,  but  few  know  about  their  missteps  as  they  are  masters  of  concealment  .  francis  is  an  investor  ,  taking  after  his  father  he  is  a  board  member  of  the  family’s  real  estate  firm.  you  can  often  find  him  behind  a  desk  frowning  at  endless  piles  of  printed  documents  .  despite  his  conscientious  nature  ,  he  has  a  quite  charming  sense  of  humor  ,  rarely  at  the  expense  of  someone  else  .  he  keeps  his  circle  small  ,  but  craves  to  adventure  outside  of  the  safety  net  his  ancestors  worked  so  hard  to  provide  .  (  aka  golden  boy  with  a  dark  side  )
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mun info . 
hi  ,  im  nic  (  21  )  ,    she  /  her  ,  from  the  est  tmz  and  i’m  so  excited  to  b  here  .  i’ve  been  dying  to  play  an  “  summer  in  the  hamptons  old  money  rich  boy  ”  so  here  we  are  w  francis  .  i  would  love  to  plot  and  i  love  (  absolutely  adore  )  angst  ,  so  pls  throw  me  anything  @  me  and  i  promise  i’ll  return  the  energy  x  200  .  my  discord  is  :  𝘶𝘳  𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦#9820
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fearspecter · 2 years ago
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#𝐊𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝟏 - 𝟐𝟎𝟒𝟎 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐍’𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀; otto dietrich in unknown, photo credit: novus museum
nsa newcomer and resident party/bad boy otto dietrich made an appearance at robert buchanan’s annual new year gala in a bloody red suit with matching glasses. accessorized with pearl and silver jewelry. we’re unsure if the broken handcuffs are a fashion statement or legit. either way, we love it. - carlson blackwell for e!
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themculibrary · 4 years ago
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Cap!Steve/Modern!Bucky Masterlist
Links Last Checked: March 2nd, 2024
1917 (ao3) - msbluesunflower M, 9k
Summary: Born on March 10th, 1985 in Brooklyn, James Buchanan “Bucky��� Barnes was named after Sergeant Barnes, Captain America’s childhood best friend, who died when he fell off a train in the Swiss Alps.
In 2008, Peggy Carter donates to the Smithsonian letters Captain Rogers wrote to Sergeant Barnes in 1944, after he fell.
Art Nouveau (ao3) - voluptuous_panic E, 12k
Summary: Steve's on the worst date of his life. At least the bartender's cute.
Brought to Brightness (ao3) - eyres T, 10k
Summary: Army veteran Bucky Barnes has fallen in love with Steve, a guy he met online a few months after he returned from Afghanistan. Only problem is, he doesn't know Steve's last name or even what he looks like.
When his sister helps him send his story into MTV's Catfish, he's hoping they can help him meet Steve or, at least, let him move on with his life if Steve isn't real. Little does he know, Steve and Captain America have more in common than just a first name.
Bucky Barnes: Intelligence Nerd (ao3) - LilyInTheSnow E, 114k
Summary: How Bucky Barnes accidently became an Avenger and married Steve Rogers. Or some shit like that.
Dishonor On Your Cow (ao3) - mandarou E, 111k
Summary: “Sergeant Barnes?”
“Oh, hell no, don’t call him that, man,” Sam warned.
“Captain Fuck Off!” Barnes shouted over him. “Fight me!”
Steve didn’t know whether to laugh or just slink away. He managed to combine the two by pacing two steps and snorting instead. Like a bull.
“I’m gonna need you to calm your ass, Barnes,” Sam said as he went limp again, obstructing Barnes’s struggling under him. “This is so undignified. That is Captain goddamn America.”
“Captain goddamn America!” Barnes repeated, louder. And angrier.
Steve cleared his throat again. “I’ve been looking for you,” he told Barnes.
“I hope you brought lube this time!” Barnes shouted.
Easy Work For Easy Pay (ao3) - AustinB M, 45k
Summary: Bucky's working his way back up through the ranks at S.H.I.E.L.D. after a mission took his left arm and Stark gave him a new metal one.
So when Fury tasks him with integrating the newly defrosted Captain Rogers into the 21st century, he jumps at the promotion.
Fate Will Play Us Out (ao3) - steveandbucky M, 30k
Summary: Bucky has landed himself a job with Stark Industries. He doesn't know yet that the job is actually being the PR manager for the Avengers.
Bucky has also started dating Steve Rogers. He also doesn't know yet that Steve is Captain America.
Bucky's life is about to get a whole lot more exciting.
Gimme Sugar (ao3) - geneticallydead E, 10k
Summary: The first time Steve sees Bucky Barnes, he knows he is so fucked.
He can’t be older than 20.
Golden skin and grey eyes with sinfully long eyelashes, a chaotic nest of gelled curls on his head, wearing an almost-transparent grey t-shirt paired with impossibly tight black jeans over his endless legs. He looks up when Steve comes into the lab – summoned by Tony to check out the latest suit redesign – and bites down on his plush lower lip and smiles shyly at Steve.
So, so fucked.
OR
Bucky wants to be Steve's sugar baby, and isn't exactly shy about it.
How To Hook A Superhero (ao3) - daynight M, 4k
Summary: Bucky is a college student who just got the internship of a lifetime, assisting a photographer whose latest assignment is to profile Captain America. The Captain couldn't possibly be interested…right?
I'm Not Sick (But I'm Not Well) (ao3) - loonietuna M, 29k
Summary: Steve Rogers doesn’t meet Bucky Barnes in the 1930’s. Instead, Steve meets him April 17th, 2012.
Well…sort of meets him.
In actuality, Bucky had almost hit him with his truck.
Or: The fic where millennial Bucky Barnes nearly runs over a freshly thawed national treasure, and what Steve Rogers did to adjust to modern NYC during those two weeks before the events of The Avengers.
Kiss me once and I'll keep you forever (ao3) - Kajmere E, 3k
Summary: “It's not a gala event, Steve,” Sam warns, “it's a little more--- interactive than mingling with celebrities and collecting money.”
“Just tell me what you need me to do, and I'll do it.”
Life of the Party (ao3) - AggressiveWhenStartled E, 21k
Summary: “You know, kids,” Steve heard from the backyard, “one of the most common threats a superhero has to face is inside an active volcano! We’re going to have to work on your evasion skills, so for the next five minutes, the floor is lava!” This was met by a sudden spike in both volume and pitch from the small children as they scrambled onto every raised surface they could find and immediately launched themselves right back off.
“I’ve never seen actual lava in my entire life,” Steve said, vaguely offended.
“You got a superhero impersonator for The Falcon’s niece’s birthday party,” Sam said, incredulous. “The Falcon, who is an actual superhero.”
Never Talk to Strangers (ao3) - mambo T, 40k
Summary: Never Talk to Strangers: or; How a Forgotten Childhood Lesson Led Bucky Barnes to Appreciate Charlie Chaplin, Befriend an A.I., Slip on Soap Bubbles, Be Mistaken for a Succubus, and Try to Woo a Superhero.
perfectly right wrong number (ao3) - melonbutterfly T, 31k
Summary: It all starts because Steve is too dumb to handle his smartphone.
A wrong number AU in which Bucky Barnes doesn't enter Steve's life (meaning: Bucky wasn't born until the eighties, but Steve is still Captain America) until Steve accidentally dials the wrong number. Wherein there is a lot of texting, some advice via Natasha and Darcy, a bit of pining, and a first date in an amusement park. Oh, and on top of being a disabled veteran, Bucky is a professional catwalker. Literally.
Souls, Love, Classic Movies, and Other Immortal Things (ao3) - WanderingAlice G, 21k
Summary: James "Bucky" Barnes died that day on the train back in 1945. Steve knows this, because he found his body. So why, seventy years later, is he presented with a bodyguard that looks and acts exactly like his dead best friend? A bodyguard who just happens to be named James Barnes?
Bucky Barnes is assigned guard duty to a man whose identity he's not supposed to know. The thing is, this man looks exactly like Captain America. To make matters worse, he keeps having these dreams about him, dreams that are more like memories. Combine that with his childhood claim that he used to be called Bucky and "died in the war," well, things are seeming really odd.
What the hell is going on?
take a sip of my magic potion (i'll make you fall in love) (ao3) - latinacap G, 16k
Summary: Working as a barista at Little Spider's wasn't the most glamorous of jobs, but the pay was good for a college student and Bucky's boss was decent enough. It also didn't hurt that Hot Blonde Guy walked into the coffeehouse every Tuesday, and if Bucky put in a little extra something in his cup — a little magical extra something — well, that was just between him and his familiar. It was all going great until Bucky mixed vodka and his grimoire and accidentally baked a love potion into a cupcake and fed it to Hot Blonde Guy.
And if that wasn't bad enough, a blast from the past in the form of his ex-boyfriend/witch hunter is hunting him.
And if that wasn't bad enough, Hot Blonde Guy turned out to be Captain Fucking America.
Take Me Home (ao3) - dabblingwithwords M, 78k
Summary: “I’m so sorry, I’m gonna help you I promise, just don’t move, fuck, I ran over Captain America–” the man apologized, over and over, and all Steve managed to say was, “You’re really attractive,” before passing out on the guy’s lap in the middle of the road.
Temporary bliss (ao3) - ElloPoppet M, 6k
Summary: Bucky Barnes is in love. Heart racing, panic inducing, gut wrenching, full on in love.
The problem is, that Steve Rogers isn't.
The Fool in the Mirror (ao3) - thepinupchemist E, 111k
Summary: The Avengers, SHIELD, and the world at large have underestimated the pain that Steve Rogers is in.
The night after a near brush with a suicide attempt, Steve discovers the world of support omegas, and in his desperation for relief from the battlefield of his brain, demands to have one.
Enter Bucky Barnes: retired marine, millennial, amputee, brother, son, and support omega. He maybe, just maybe, can help a broken alpha heal in the twenty-first century.
The Roommate (ao3) - layersofart (layersofsilence), Niitza T, 28k
Summary: In which Steven G. Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, gets a roommate. Who rapidly turns into his "roommate"—in the euphemistic sense of the word.
It takes SHIELD and the rest of the Avengers an absurd amount of time to notice.
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byreticence · 2 years ago
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eye contact, especially of a prolonged nature, is one of those things cecil’s trained himself to hold. a necessary evil become a very effective tool to be used in his work. intimidating supers is hard to do and, physically, cecil doesn’t present as someone remotely capable of doing just that. but he’s never had to worry about that with emerald; people pleaser that she is, he’s only ever had to simply ask things of her and wait for the results to show themselves. it’s more than a bit manipulative, he supposes, but it’s necessary. it helps her keep moving forward.
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“good.” cecil dips his head slightly in an acceptance of how she’s pulled herself back together, back down to earth. it lets him look away though not for long. her question comes and he’s not surprised by it; he’ll hear it from more than one person tonight. straightening, cecil looks back to her though his expression is as impassive as ever. “no. only chatter of possibilities but nothing to suggest they were this far along in their work.” to the point of human trials? there’s plenty riding on tonight. “keeping an ear near to their scientists will be priority number two for tonight. i want to know what they’re saying, what they’re thinking. you’re friendly with one of them - zayid, correct?”
In the moment, a five feels impossible. A five is simmering neutral, something a tiny vial with the potential of producing new superhumans does not warrant. Emerald keeps her eyes on Cecil -- brown to bright blue, can't stray for the fear of losing the count of her breath -- and counts. One. (So many things can go wrong.) Two. Three. (People are depending on her to do her job and with empathy.) Four.
Hold.
Albeit small, Emerald nods to his request and flexes her fist, clenching her manicured fingers as she counts upwards to seven. Eventually she deflates, slow and deliberate with her tongue to the roof of her mouth. "For you," she repeats softly through her exhale. "Of course I can do it for you."
Yet, a thought still tickles the back of her throat. "Did you know? That he was going to present a superserum tonight."
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littlemissmarvelous · 5 years ago
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Queen of the Night
I've bandaged your bruises
You've held back my hair
Who'd've known when this started
That we'd end up here, here?
But you reach out and touch me
Say my name like a prayer
You giggle as his hands caress your sides as you stitch the gash on his forehead closed. He smiles at your giggle and proceeds to let his hands find your ass.
“Bucky baby I need to fix your stitches and THEN you can touch me however you want. But I really need to focus, love.” You hum.
The mission had been okay, both you and Bucky came out okay besides the cuts and of course his gaping gash on his forehead from a hit to the head. You escaped with a bulletwound to your shoulder but Helen had already taken initiative and began treatment. There was still some pain and blood but with another session and some more stitches you’d be fine. That bulletwound turned out to be exactly why Bucky got his gash. He had been so upset that someone had the audacity to shoot his girl that he saw red and he went in full fight mode. He still won, of course, but not unscathed.
Finally done with the stitches you dab them to wipe away blood and smile. “All done!” He didn’t waste another second before picking you up and taking you to the bed, throwing your body on top of it as you fight giggles. He quickly gets on top of you and grins, his hair surrounding your face like a halo. He blue eyes meet y/e/c and he swears he’s never seen anything more beautiful. Your smile, your laugh, your beauty...he thanked god for gracing him with an angel. After all that he is done in his long life, he didn’t think he could ever deserve to be blessed with someone to love him for who he is, but He was proven wrong when he met you.
Who knew you’d end up here? You were the other assassin amongst Natasha who also experienced part of the red room, but had received super serum to make things even more precise and strong. You’d escaped before they could perform the graduation ceremony, and you lived years on your own traveling Europe. That was, until you happened to run into good old Steve Rogers who just so happened to be on the run too. You had thought you were doomed, you had a lot of red in your ledger and didn’t have the standings that Nat did. But instead he saw you fight against an agent and pulled you to the side and asked you to join his group. He promised you protection and a new life, no more hiding when this all blew over. You took the offer no questions asked, a way out is a way out. He guided you to his safe house where a tall dark man stood at the stove, his face going in shock at the sight of a new person.
“Um okay, do you want to explain?” Sam asks.
Steve motions to you and replies, “This is Y/n L/n.”
His spatula drops onto the floor and his jaw drops onto the floors. He quickly undoes to apron he has on and shuts off the stove before standing in front of you. “Holy crap, I’ve heard of you. You caused a lot of problems for me back in the army when you went through our troops like butter in Ukraine. But I have never seen such clean work and absolute stealth before in my life. Not even Bucky or Nat.” His voice is higher with his excitement and his smile is almost taking up his entire face. You blush and shy away at the compliment. You weren’t exactly proud of everything you’ve done but you could admit you were darn good. He holds out his hand for you to shake and you take it. “Nice to meet you y/n, I’m Sam.”
You shake his hand softly. “Nice to meet you Sam,” you say and then ask, “who’s Bucky?”
Steve frowns and asks, “ever heard of the winter soldier?” At the mention of that name your hand goes to the sword holsters at your hip and prepare to draw.
“He’s here?! Where?!”
“Uh, here.” You hear behind you and you turn. At the sight of the metal arm your instincts kick in and both swords are drawn and your body is in battle mode.
“Woah, hold it!” Steve steps between the two of you cautiously, though Bucky is just standing there unmoving. “I need you to understand y/n. This is Bucky, he isn’t the winter soldier anymore.”
Your body straightens but you’re still hesistant. “How do you know? He could still be inside him.” You hiss.
Bucky then steps past Steve to address you. “The trigger words still may work but I promise the guy in front of you is just me. James Buchanan Barnes.” You grit your teeth and think to yourself. It was a tough decision but you placed your swords back in their sheaths and stood up straight.
“I am not who i was before either. So I must give you a chance.” You state, your eyes piercing his. Bucky relaxes his face into a smile for which you surprisingly return.
Bucky flashes back to the present, his body still hovering over yours. “Y/n..” he whispered your name almost like a prayer. Your hands find his face and pull him into a kiss. His hands are all over then and you both lose yourselves in eachother, passion almost making your blood boil.
All my friends say you're dangerous
But I don't fucking care
“Look y/n, all I am saying is that I completely understand that you’re a badass avenger now, but I just don’t think you’re making a great choice.” Your friend from childhood Amy said, her eyes full of concern.
You frown and ask, “what do you mean?”
“I mean...I mean I think you trusting and dating Bucky is just a really bad idea. He has done some really bad things, especially to your friends.” She admits meekly.
“You know that wasn’t him, Amy. That was the winter soldier, for which isn’t Bucky. Not anymore.” You reply.
“How do you know? What’s to say he won’t go AWOL again? Or kill you in a trance just because you’re in the same bed?”
“Because I trust him! Just like you should trust me!” You stand from the table and glare down at her. It was near betrayal how one of the few closest to you can’t seem to trust you or support your happiness for once. “I think it’s best I get back to the compound now.” You turn to leave only to hear her call after you.
“Don’t blame me if he kills you. And don’t come to me if he hurts you and you don’t have anywhere to go.” You stop in your tracks immediately.
“Do me a favor and delete my number and never contact me again. I’ll make sure to let tony know you aren’t allowed near the tower or compound, and better yet within 1,000 yards away of me.” You sneer and continue your leave.
It hurt but you didn’t need anyone that wasn’t with you completely by your side. You were used to standing on your own anyways.
Cause there's somethin' about it that brings me to life
Yeah, I know all the consequences, I don't mind
This holy redemption tears us in two
But I can't turn my back to you
Wearin' your t-shirt, I'm Queen of the night
One hand on the wheel, and one hand on my thigh
And I know it sounds crazy, but babe I am too
I just can't turn my back to you
Bucky knew about your loss of friendship with Amy, and why. He blamed himself and even thought about leaving you but you refused. You spent the entire night proving to him why and how much you belonged with him.
“She’s right you know. One psych break and you could be dead.” He whispers sadly.
“I’m here to stay with you through it all. I trust you, and I trust myself when I say I know you’ll never kill me. You won’t hurt me because I love you, and you love me.” Your lips find his in a blistering kiss full of love and fire. You needed to show him, to make him feel what you held within yourself. Pulling away you whisper, “we are both born from the dark, but we found the light together. I want to stay in the light with you.” He looked into your hope and love filled eyes and couldn’t help but lose himself completely. The warmth and utter devotion you showed him made his eyes well up and his arms pull you even closer to him. This was home for both of you, the sanctity of each other’s arms.
A knock at your door and Steve’s booming voice calling, “Time to go to the gala lovebirds!” Bucky internally groans and his arms pull away from your body.
“Looks like it’s time to get your dress on and get your fine Ass down there doll.” You giggle and kiss him before leaping up and heading to the closet to put on your navy blue gown. The car ride over was calming, and relaxed. His hand was on your thigh, the other on the wheel. You find yourself grinning at him, making him smile in return. “What’s got you so smiley?”
“I’m crazy about you, you know that?” You admit with a small giggle.
His smile turns into a very large grin and his grip on your thigh tightens as he squeezes you softly. “I’m crazy about you too, doll.” Your chest grows warm and your heart flutters as you take in his words. You wonder how you ever thought you were in love with anybody else before.
As soon as you both got back from the tiring gala, you immediately changed into a shirt of Bucky’s and some sleep shorts. You couldn’t help feel like in his shirt, in his clothes, you could take on anything. Survive anything with that piece of him with you. There was no separating you two from now on. Not ever. Not when you were unknowingly (yet) growing this mans child in your belly.
When the night goes quiet
And we're up in your room
And you're kissin' my fingers
And I kiss your tattoos
You lied beneath the silk sheets of his bed, your head on his chest. It was quiet now, after many rounds of blissful sex you both just held eachother. Your head turns and you kiss the tattoo he got around his scar on his shoulder lovingly. “I love you.” You whisper.
He takes your hand in his and kisses your fingers softly as the other plays with the ends of your long hair. “I love you too, y/n. So much.”
I could lay in bed with you and talk shit forever-ever
If this is all a dream, wake me up never, never, never
Swear to God, cross my heart, no one does it better, better
“I just can’t get over it.” You say as you lie next to him on the bed, the warm comforter covering you both.
“You? I think the one more shocked is me, doll. I’m over 100 years old and have a metal arm who used to be a hydra assassin. And I’m about to be a full blown dad. To an actual BABY.”
Your hand goes to grab his metal one in comfort. “You’re going to be an amazing dad babe. I just know it, and our baby will love you and your metal arm. Just like I do.” You then place both of his hands on your growing stomach so he could feel the life they created inside you.
His eyes began to water and a small smile graced his face. “You really think so, y/n? I’m scared.”
You nod and place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Yes baby, I think so. With all of my heart. I’m scared too but I know with you, us together we can accomplish anything. Even parenthood.”
He brings you close and nuzzles into your neck, his head ticking your skin. “Oh doll, please tell me you’ll marry me.”
Your cheeks turned deep red and you can’t help but tear up. “Oh Bucky... are you serious?” He nods and reaches Over to the dresser by the bed to pull out the velvet box. Pulling it open he reveals a rather large diamond ring. “More serious than ever doll. You’re it for me.” He says with a smile. You don’t waste time putting your lips against his in a passionate kiss. Sure your hormones were insane because of the baby but there was no refuting that you were absolutely in love with the man next to you that fathered you’re baby.
“Oh god, yes buck I’ll marry you. I’d marry you a thousand times if i could.” You gush, your body wrapped around his. “Just wait until I have this baby and i can fit into my dream dress okay?”
He nods. “Anything for the love of my life. And soon to be other love of my life.” His hand goes to your stomach again and your heart had never felt more complete as he then places the ring on your left hand. You were going to be his queen forever.
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cynicid · 2 years ago
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for: @kyllini. date: january 7, 2040. location: buchanan’s gala.
“had you come to HQ the first time i asked you to, we wouldn’t have to do this today.”
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zayid’s tone is laced with impatience, the unusualness of which is further highlighted by the strictness of his voice as he gives mizuse a look that is supposed to tell her he won’t accept no for an answer tonight. when he’s satisfied with her response (or lack thereof) he uncurls his fist to display a suspiciously tiny device—an earbud, to be precise—his earlier demeanor soon replaced by a proud grin as he locks eyes with the young superhero. “i repaired and fine-tuned it after it broke the last time,” he says, stopping only briefly to emphasize the word broke before returning to his previous smile, “it should be able to withstand the cold at high speed now.”
which is to say: we need to go out and test it right now immediately.
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byreticence · 2 years ago
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#𝐊𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝟏 - 𝟐𝟎𝟒𝟎 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐍’𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀; cecil royce in bespoke, photo credit: novus museum
cecil royce made a rare societal appearance at robert buchanan’s annual gala. the 48-year-old royce sported an all black three-piece suit and was accompanied by emerald savoya in red. - jessica logan for e!
@emmysavoya
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fearspecter · 2 years ago
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lest eamon and otto’s antics with buchanan’s precious twins become discovered, the two have made their separate ways for the time being. or perhaps the night, depending on a variety of factors for both of them. and whilst he’s confident eamon is somewhere behaving himself - seeking a promotion that’ll come with more headaches and paper pushing and less hands on work -, otto doubts he’ll find himself following in those monochromatic footsteps. he’s perfectly capable of keeping his nose clean when necessary. his definition of clean, however, differs from everyone else. if the worst he does tonight is pickpocket and cause a minute amount of terror, he’ll consider himself well-behaved.
fate wants to tempt him. otto’s issues with paragon - or one particular member - notwithstanding, he’s come to the conclusion in three short months that sentinel deserves a great deal of his ire. the entitlement of paragon simply cannot be compared to the endless neediness of sentinel. otto leans against the archway, unbothered with mietta’s open appraisal. “you’re one to talk. what poor shepherd did you rob so you could feign being a ringmaster?” he lifts his chin, gaze indiscernible behind the red lenses of his glasses, and the chandelier dims - shadows moving to cover the blazing bulbs until it’s dim enough for his tastes. but he leaves his glasses in place as he strolls into the gallery. “don’t tell me - it’s one of kind. crafted with only the finest of italian materials by only the purest and most genius of italian minds.” otto pinches his fingers together and kisses them as he says genius. whether he’s unable to or simply chooses not to smother the giggle that follows is unknown. extracting his vape pen, he takes a hit. “you don’t want to network with me? i’m wounded.”
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saturday , january  7th , 2040. 11.10pm   ─  buchanan’s gala , with  otto dietrich.
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Mietta has since left the crowded main area of the gala to roam the quiet hallways and rooms of the museum full of paintings and sculptures. Despite having the appetite for conversations and banters, even Mietta needs a moment away. As the night went on, the more the super had started to go about the unique occation as an intercommunication event in order to survive the rest of the boring night. She’s able to admit that there were at least a few interesting individuals who have attended the gala. There were people here that she would be able to make connections with ─ people who if they scratched her back, she’d scratch theirs, if she got what she wanted first ; which was her image to be expanded.  Making her way deeper inside a random exhibition room, suddenly, Mimi notices that she is faced by large sculptures. Each are space equally to one another, perfectly lined up. Getting closer the story of the sculptures reveal more details. Truthfully, Mimi has never had the mind or the eye for art, but that doesn’t mean she’s unable to respect the story telling and the details that go into the structures. Head bows backward at the sound of footsteps on the tiled floor. Her gaze is dragged to the extravagant, crystal chandelier above her ;  a rippled groan of annoyance echos softly against marble walls. ❛ Can’t a girl get a moment to herself?❜ Looking to one side, her gaze falls on Otto. One dark brow arches, genuinely surprised to see him. She looks him up and down, evaluating without much shame. Then, she spots the broken handfuls and Mietta rolls her eyes. ❛ Can you get anymore gaudy? ❜  
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cyberbonded · 2 years ago
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when: 7 january 2040 where: buchanan's annual gala who: open!
saskia loves a good party - especially one where the food and drinks are on her boss’s dime - as much as the next person, but even she needs to step away for a moment. blame it on buchanan’s announcement and the sudden need of every single kronos employee to come seek her out and congratulate her as if she’d created the whole damn serum herself. she’s but a small part of the machine and she doesn’t like taking credit for other people’s work.
she doesn’t really want any credit for this either.
the sight of the ‘miracle twins’ leaves her nauseated and with the whole museum being available, saskia takes advantage - meandering from exhibit to exhibit until there’s fewer and fewer people and no chatter about super serums or wonder twins. “i think they’re going to put on another performance here in a few minutes,” she says. she sits on a bench in front of a large painting but facing away from it in a swirl of braids and green fabric. “you sure you wanna miss out on that?”
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fearspecter · 2 years ago
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when: 7 january 2040 where: buchanan's annual gala who: @emmysavoya
toying with the broken handcuff on his wrist, otto rolls his head to one side on the stone bench he's sprawled out over as emmy approaches. he supposes it was inevitable she'd be doing check ins throughout the night, married to her work the way she is, though he'd hoped seeing her with the big bad skull man would mean she'd forget about otto for the night. "uh ohhhh. who snitched?" he snickers, no attempt made to hide the fact that he's high. at least it means he's in a good mood, means he's not causing problems that need to be fixed or punished. "i've been on my fourth best behavior tonight. don't feel so worried, ossifer. i swear i'm behaving. the bestest boy in the whole wide fucking world." a giggle escapes him and with a groan, otto pulls himself upright through core strength alone while fishing his vape pen out and taking another hit. "do you ever take a break?"
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cynicid · 2 years ago
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for: @ofmemoriam. date: january 7, 2040. location: buchanan’s gala.
there’s two things one should know about zayid. 
one—he doesn’t like gatherings like tonight’s, mostly on account of his own upbringing. two—he often runs out of luck in moments when he needs it most, as evidenced by the champagne spilled on his jacket and the narrow-shouldered woman he nearly knocked over in an attempt to rush to the bathroom to avoid smelling of alcohol for the rest of the evening. the horrified expression on his face lasts only briefly and is quickly replaced by a more apologetic frown when he stops dead in his tracks. his first instinct is wanting to help but the awkwardness of the entire situation has him pausing in his movements. 
what do you even say in a situation like this? sorry, i didn’t see you there, i promise i didn’t intend to run you over? zayid inwardly grimaces at how these all sound like excuses made by a schoolboy before he finally decides to do more than gawk like he didn’t just nearly knock the stranger off her feet—and not in a good way. 
lord help him, he should stop finding ways to crack jokes in moments like these. 
“i’m so sorry—are you alright?”
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