#mention Iris Wilson

[the-lonely-detective]

*cries in the corner, clutching a small piece of paper*

Iris just told me I was the best daddy in the world! I don't deserve her!

[daipeanutsaiban]

uncle & niece are on the case!! 😤😤

[lillybean730]

"That evening… …Iris prepared us all a meal that was even more delicious than usual… …Mr Sholmes's violin performance was in no way meddlesome… …and Gina, as we came to call her, taught us all how to steal things from one another without being noticed. Everyone thoroughly enjoyed themselves…well into the night."

ive been working on this even before i finished 1-5 because the image this line invoked was just so lovely i couldnt not draw it :p

image description in alt text (let me know if its bad im not used to writing them)

[jinxedshapeshifter]

iris why didn't you say anything

[flyingcrepe]

[wip]

[twifairy]

Observations

G Rating | 1.7k Words | 221B Fam + Homumiko - When you build a partnership so strong, it has ways of making itself known, no matter how you try to keep it a secret. - Ryunosuke and Susato make some observations on the legendary pair - TGAA 2-4 Spoilers | Ao3 Link

[probablygayattorneys]

Iris once shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.

[penofsteele]

I have. So many.

favorite character from any media BUT it has to be a woman. in the tags now go (pls talk to me about your favorite fictional women pls pls pls pls)

[taxes-evasion]

Hi it's been a while! Do you think you have any Kate the chaser general hcs?

HI!! and of course I have general hcs for Kate, I think she is one of the most underrated characters in the fandom-

Main character: Kate the Chaser

Secondary characters: Toby, Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Cody, Rouge, Wilson, The X, The Observer, Jeff.

Warnings: mention of an alter ego, mental and physical manipulation, death, apathy, amnesia, mention of burned (it's Jeff).

(The art is not mine! Credits go to cigarettesinmybackyard. Correct me if I'm wrong.)

GENERAL HCS FOR KATE THE CHASER

𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗛𝗬𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

It's difficult to understand Kate's physical build;

She wears baggy clothes and, only on missions, her mask;

She still remains very muscular but not excessively;

She is 165 cm tall (5'5'' feet);

Her skin is very pale but not nearly as cadaverous as Toby's;

Her hair is black and straight, slightly dirty, going slightly past her shoulders;

Her eyes change depending on whether she is wearing the mask or not;

If she doesn't wear it, which is very common when she is in the mansion, Kate's eyes will be a deep blue;

If she wears it, her eyes will have completely black sclera and white iris;

This peculiarity of her eyes comes from the abilities that Slenderman "gave" her when he forced her to become his proxy;

Thanks to these particular eyes she can see in the dark but is also very sensitive to light.

Her clothes are most of the time dirty with blood, grass, earth and mud;

Her mask, on the other hand, is mainly very damaged but it's also dirty with soot and only wears it when The Chaser takes control of her body;

𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗚𝗘

Kate doesn't remember how old she is or how much time has passed since she became a proxy for Slenderman;

After all, she doesn't even remember how she became one;

However, her body remains young, given Slenderman's powers, and she looks like a 24 year old woman;

She probably has many more, maybe 30;

Unlike Toby, she isn't aware of having had a past life outside of the one she lives now, so she doesn't have any kind of resentment towards the victims;

𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦 + 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

Kate uses female pronouns while her alter ego, 'The Chaser', doesn't use any at all;

To me, Kate is asexual and aromantic;

She knows well that her purpose is to serve Slenderman and she knows well how dangerous she is when The Chaser takes over;

She feels like she killed someone important to her a long time ago...

...but she much prefers to hide this feeling in the depths of her heart;

Furthermore, if she's honest, in the state she's in, she's not attracted to anyone;

The only people she remembers are the other proxies and the residents;

And she finds them absolutely disgusting;

Also, just the thought of being loved and loving gives her goosebumps;

The feeling disappears when Kate realizes that she could probably never feel love towards anyone and no one could ever love a person like her;

Obviously The Chaser is also asexual and aromantic, it could never feel attraction to anyone since it was created by Slenderman;

𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

Kate, since she has basically lost control of her life, has become apathetic;

The few times she is in the mansion her face is stoic;

She has become an empty shell against her will and cannot stop this process of internal deterioration that has already begun for many years;

She may still feel sympathy towards someone but she simply doesn't find anyone worthy of note;

After all, the people Kate meets are simply characterized by different ways of killing and appearance;

If she really wanted to find a friend it would probably be someone a little nicer;

But how could she ever find one in a sick place like the Slenderman's mansion?

Furthermore, she doesn't speak much, Kate doesn't know why but she always has a weak voice and when she tries to communicate her voice is hoarse;

The reason for this phenomenon is quickly explained;

The blame lies mainly with The Chaser, her alter ego doesn't speak and appears mainly during killing missions and since it basically resembles an animal, it emits growls and animalistic noises to scare and incite the victim to run away;

The Chaser has no need to communicate with other proxies and residents, so it is merely a hunting animal that uses Kate's body and mind as a vessel, as a result it doesn't really have a personality;

The only thing that clearly sets it apart from Kate is its violent nature;

In fact Kate can and is, most of the time, calm and reasonable, especially because she doesn't see the point in instigating or continuing a fight;

𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡

Kate doesn't really consider herself a friend or close to anyone in the mansion;

After all, her duty is to give orders to Masky, Hoodie and Toby, and possibly other proxies;

Behind this, there are people that Kate tolerate more than others;

As... if she think about it, she doesn't remember their names very well;

However, she knows very well that many residents don't like her;

In first place are definitely Masky and Jeff;

Kate referred to Jeff as "the burnt guy with that permanent and creepy smile";

She doesn't even do it on purpose not to remember their names, after all she has only had contact with Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Cody, Rouge, Wilson, The X and The Observer;

We already know why Masky hates her, and as for Jeff, the reasons are very similar;

Jeff is, in generale, a big hater of all people who are not himself, moreover Kate has, in fact, more power than him and is much stronger and this is just a plus for being included among "the first to be hated" list of Jeff;

Furthermore, Kate, being the proxy with the highest position in the hierarchical pyramid, can hack Jeff's entrance to the mansion;

This would be very inconvenient for Jeff as he, quite often, uses the comfort of the mansion to hide from the police;

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Forest: since she has to check the 8 Pages, she spends quite a bit of time walking around the woods and checking that everything is in its place.

Her cabin: like all proxies, she owns a small cabin, not too far from the mansion, which she uses when she doesn't have to stay close to Slenderman or when she's not on a mission. Kate is the only proxy who, although she has a room in the mansion, does not use it and instead prefers the comfort of her small cabin.

The dark: although her normal eyes are not that sensitive to light, the sun is still a nuisance, as she is used to the darkness of the mines she was in before Slenderman created the mansion.

The cold: I think her body temperature is a little off, she perceives the summer heat excessively and her body feels good in lower temperatures: this is always due to the long stay in the coal mines.

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦

The mansion: I think Kate much preferred it when it was just her, the proxies and the boss. Everything was simpler and more relaxed. Now that the mansion had become home to other psychopaths, ghosts and demons, it was all a confusing and chaotic coming and going.

The Chaser: she feels like The Chaser hasn't always been in her life but she still remembers all the people her alter ego killed and doesn't like it at all. It's raw and animalistic, it makes her feel uncomfortable under her skin that she just wants to rip it away, but can't. She hates the fact that the same hands with which she handles everyday objects such as papers, pens, food, were previously used to kill someone. There was a time when she wanted to kill herself, but what was the point when Slenderman could bring her back to life and punish her?

Her role as a proxy: she doesn't really understand how Masky wants to be in her place. I mean, Masky, not Tim, knows very well what it means to be a proxy like her, why would he want to suffer more and work harder? He probably doesn't and simply wants to not be bossed around by anyone other than Slenderman, Kate can understand this idea, but not totally.

Summer/The heat: Kate becomes completely inactive when her temperature gets even slightly warmer than normal. It's like her brain is going into overload. She feels weak and helpless and she hates it, although she greatly regrets the position she is in, she can't help but feel powerful and strong, and it feels good.

Slenderman: It's his fault, right? She hasn't always worked for him, has she? She feels it's so wrong to side with that pale, faceless creature...

I hope this satisfies the request!!

[the-lonely-detective]

Are you good at chess

I am quite good in chess. I often beat Mr Naruhodo in a game of chess. Nobody can defeat our little chess champion Iris.

[blueskittlesart]

MANNNN i have been a dgs fan since pre-localization and like. i kind of own a physical copy of it and yet i have not played it still just bc some of the differences no matter how small are just so. head in hands. dgs sherlock is the only sherlock adaptation that matters to me and therefore i am so confused when people Actually call him herlock sholmes in the fandom. the worst name localization choices though were absolutely the witnesses from cases 1-1 and 2-1 though with the whole “japanese sounding english puns” like ERGH. who the fuck is “rei membami” that’s murasame haori!!!! (this is also an issue with soj/aa6 but like the issues with racism in that game go even deeper than just the localization so)

It's a real genuine tragedy to me that the scarlet study patch was never finished because if it was then it would be so easy to definitively say that it's the best way to play the games. I have about a million gripes with the localization, most of which are summed up above (playing the first few cases in the japanese courtroom becomes physically painful at times especially as someone who UNDERSTOOD THE ORIGINAL JAPANESE PUNS) but even from just a gameplay standpoint i think a lot was lost by porting those games to the switch. the models were very obviously not meant to be viewed at such high resolution and it makes the 3d cutscenes in game 2 that were BREATHTAKING on the 3ds look cheap and ugly, not to mention the fact that it's one of the few games i've ever played that actually meaningfully integrated the 3d screen into its storyline. (if you have the means, playing case 1-5 on the 3ds is the absolute best way to experience it imo, because the stereoscope plot points were designed specifically with the 3d screen in mind. it makes that whole piece of the case a lot more fun to play.) But they just. never finished game 2. so it's impossible to play the whole story in english without the port. I don't know if anyone who worked on the scarlet study patch is still out there but if you are please god come back. people are tagging my art 'iris wilson.' we need you now more than ever

[frickingnerd]

herlock as your adoptive father

pairing: herlock sholmes x gn!reader x iris wilson

tags: platonic relationship, found family, platonic iris x reader

you're not herlock's only child! despite neither of you being his biological children, he has adopted both iris and you!

you're the older one, but herlock had iris around for longer than he knew you

herlock hadn't intended to adopt either of you. he took iris in because of her father, while you were an orphan that lived on the street

for quite a while, he called iris and you his roommates and nothing more. but over time, he grew attached to the two of you, without ever mentioning it

only when one of you called him “dad” once did he tear up, trying to hide how happy he was

after that, herlock began to get the papers ready for an adoption. for a few weeks, he didn't mention anything, before he suddenly presented them to you during dinner

herlock tried to play it off as a joke, in case the two of you didn't want to become his family. but neither you nor iris hesitated to sign those papers!

herlock still treats the two of you very casually most of the time. he's not physically affectionate, so he'll only hug you if you initiate it

however, he does talk very proudly about his kids to his friends and coworkers!

and he also likes to joke that women seem more interested in him, now that he's a single dad…

[periwinkla]

Major Spoilers for TGAA and TGAA2

I've been wondering about the visual resemblance between Barok Van Zieks and both Edgeworths recently - I thought I'd share my findings.

There is some talk about the ancestors of AA's cast. But, at this point in time we know for certain only of Phoenix's and Payne's ancestors. There is a remarkable resemblance, however, between Barok Van Zieks and both Edgeworths. The hair tufts? That's too deliberate a detail. But, that doesn't necessarily mean Barok is the Edgeworths' ancestor. In fact, it could be anyone from his family. I'm not saying it's not him, it could very likely be, as usually the simplest explaination is the likely one. Regardless, I would like to entertain another possibility as well, mostly for fun. Their ancestor could be Iris Wilson. Iris' father was very similar to his brother (hair tufts included), and sometimes certain features skip a generation.

- The Timeline -

Iris could have, sometime after the events of TGAA2, moved to Japan, most probably somewhere close to Ryuunosuke, Susato, and Mikotoba. Maybe with Sholmes in tow, maybe not. Let's look at the timeline (referring to the wiki for the dates here). Iris is born in 1892, she's 9 years old when Ryuunosuke and Susato meet her in 1901. So at some point in the future she has a child, let's say between 20 to 40ish years old - so between 1912 - 1932. Gregory Edgeworth is born in 1966-1967, so Iris of course can't be his mother. I would say she's be either his grandmother or great grandmother, depending on when she and her own child had children of their own (ex. she had a child in 1928 who had Gregory in 1966). Great grandmother seems more likely though, considering the time period. An interesting thing about this is that if Iris is Gregory's great grandmother, that also means.... Sholmes would be his great great grandfather (even if not biologically).

- The Gregory-Sholmes Resemblance -

Very funny how Gregory has a similar coat style to Sholmes', isn't it? Even the pose is similar! Could have been inspired by his family history, even though he couldn't have even met Sholmes. It's unlikely he met Iris as well, but I would think Iris' and Sholmes' legacy would pass down by simple virtue of Iris being an author who left her writing behind, passing the memories of their adventures down. Also, Iris herself made Sholmes' coat. so maybe she made something similar for her child who passed down their aesthethic taste. Point is: Gregory was most likely a huge Sholmes fan.

- Why did Gregory decide to become an attorney? -

I don't believe this is ever explained, so this would provide an interesting answer. Gregory could have been inspired by both his family history and his family's friends' history. Sholmes was a detective, and Ryuunosuke, who was very close to Iris' family, was a defense attorney. Maybe the way he handled cases was a combination of his two inspirations (also remember here that Iris wrote Sholmes as way cooler than he really acted). And what about his assertions about prosecutors and attorneys not being enemies? That mindset could be inspired by Ryuunosuke's own, of course. Iris probably wrote about him as well, after all. Also Van Zieks (his great great granduncle) was a prosecutor, as well as Kazuma (a friend of Ryuunosuke, who Iris knew about). All this implies Miles is, at least in part, British. In the original, he would thus be Japanese and British. Which suits him a lot... tea obsession duplicated.. Also fun to note that Miles and Gregory's mechanic in AAI is named Logic (maybe a wink to the Logic & Reasoning mechanic? but probably a coincidence)

- Why are the connections between Phoenix's family and Edgeworth's never mentioned? -

Short answer - TGAA was made after the AA games. Long answer... Well, first of all, it's very much implied Edgeworth doesn't have any family left, much less family friends. So they both probably have no way of knowing, even his own surname is different now. And if his father told him, I'm not sure he'd remember, considering the horror of the years after his death. (Although, I would imagine Edgeworth at least knows Phoenix's connection to Ryuunosuke, since he likely studied him in law school and made the connection to the name) Second, family ties and connections can be lost. One of Ryuunosuke's descendants could have just decided not to associate with his own family (and thus his family's friends) anymore, for whatever reason. All we can say is, Phoenix never says anything about Ryuunosuke. So it's not so strange that he wouldn't know of any connection between his family and Edgeworth's. Although, something funny I noticed from an interview of Takumi's (link: https://gyakutensaibanlibrary.blogspot.com/2018/05/naruhodo-ryuichi-this-is-character.html ) He mentioned Phoenix was planning to go study theatre in England when he saw Edgeworth on the newspaper. That in itself wouldn't mean anything, but people are generally more favorable to go overseas if they have some sort of connection there, whether it's family or friends. Maybe he does have some remaining connections there thanks to Ryuunosuke? It doesn't have to have anything to do with Iris or Sholmes though, could be something to do with Gina for all we know. Or other people he helped there. Who knows. If anyone finds anything else about this, I would love to see additions to the discussion. I find this is a very interesting topic - the connections between TGAA and AA are very intriguing.

[dizziedupthegirl]

. THE X-MEN: DIZZIE'S X-MEN DR .

the x-men; a superhero group of mutants based out of new york. saves the universe sometimes. also its the 90's. partayy!!

INTRODUCING:

scott summers; cyclops (team leader)

jean grey; phoenix (team leader, dating scott.)

rhylyn howlett; eclipse (shadow fingers)

remy lebeau; gambit (ragin cajun)

logan howlett; wolverine (forks-for-hands)

jubilation lee; jubilee (firecracker)

anna-marie; rogue (if iris by ggd was a person)

kevin sydney; morph (prankster)

pietro "peter" maximoff; quicksilver (speedier prankster)

hank mccoy; beast (prince adam aint got shit on him)

ororo munroe; storm (spiritual mom)

charlex xavier; professor x (mr.shiny)

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

wade wilson; deadpool (in love with logan. also funcle)

laura kinney; X-23 (baby forks-for-hands)

erik lehnsherr; magneto (PROFESSOR WHY IS A SUPER EVIL DUDE HIDING IN THE CLOSET? WHY ARE YOU OUT OF BREATH?)

asks are open! pick from a prompt here, or here! and all my drs can be found here 🥰

[captainsimagines]

pretty woman, this is me trying || twelve

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female SexWorker!Reader

Trope(s): Holiday Fanfic ; Slow-Burn ; Friends to Lovers

Based on the Song(s): sweet nothing by Taylor Swift and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

(12/14)

Mini-Series

Warnings: explicit language; thoughts of self-hatred and guilt; creepy male reporters; use of the word “whore”; overthinking idiots; dumbass Steve Rogers

Word Count: 3,000+

~

     The office parties and political Balls you had been to in all your years of working as an escort did not compare to Tony Stark’s annual Christmas Ball. Decorations covered every inch, lights were of every color imaginable, and the people were dressed in the most elegant attire ever stitched. It was natural for you to feel out of place at these things. You were either overdressed or underdressed.

With Bucky attached to your arm, you felt included. You felt a part of the club.

You caught sight of Natasha near one of the three bars, this one being in the grand hallway leading into the main reception. She waved, winking as she took notice of your dress. She was wearing the blue one she modeled yesterday, every lovely curve even more pretty as she moved beneath the lights. Bucky waved at her as well, his appreciative glance short and sweet.

In fact, you had believed he was constantly glancing at you to make sure you were still by his side.  

When really, he’s been checking you out all night.

You flushed beneath his cheesy stare, confidence bombarding every inch of your skin. The faint feel of his touch, of his kiss, of his tongue, lingered in the most inappropriate areas. And with the way he was looking at you, he knew too.

“One other thing,” Bucky said as he leaned down to your ear. “You’re gonna have to bid on me tonight.”

“Bid? Like money?”

“Exactly that.”

Why didn’t he mention this before?

“I think I just saw a Kennedy. You think I have that kind of money?”

Bucky stifled his laugh with his metal hand. “It’s already paid for. Trust me. Just bid until everyone else stops. There is no limit.”

“I’m lost.”

“You’ll be fine,” he soothed. Then, “Sam!”

You were on your own until the bidding war. Just as well, you thought. There was a dessert table with your name on it.

~

    Sam Wilson and Natasha Romanoff were an item, it seemed.

Or maybe that quick, secret kiss by the bathrooms was a platonic thing.

Either way, your doubts were cleared when Sam Wilson spent nearly one million dollars for a date with her. Or rather, Tony Stark provided Sam Wilson nearly one million dollars to take Natasha out on a date.

What solidified the relationship for you though was how Natasha didn’t even spend one dollar when it was his turn. Her grin was feline as she hid it behind a champagne glass and watched seven other people bid for that special night with him. His quiet pleading did not sway her, and an actual Kennedy ended up winning that date.

“You’re next,” Natasha commented, watching as a nervous-looking Bucky walked up the stage. He did his best to cover random parts of himself: his chest, his metal arm, his hands. His hair was pulled back in a bun, two french braids layered across his temples. He had asked you earlier to do them for him, sitting between your legs and talking a mile a minute about the plot holes in the Santa Clause movies. He even showed you a picture of how he wanted his hair done for tomorrow.

“Stark better be paying for this.”

Natasha chuckled, “His most trusted donors have already done so. Don’t worry.”

“Mm.”

The announcer called Bucky forward, listing his “best” qualities and how he adored walks on the beach. In the corner of your eye, you saw Thor and Clint dying of laughter.

“We’ll start the bidding at five dollars!”

Before you could raise your hand, ten other people beat you to it. Back and forth, the dollar amount increased. You started bidding once the amount hit the thousands, then the hundred thousands. Once it was just you and some other bitch (you were allowed to say this and you’ll beg for forgiveness later), you upped the ante.

In the end, you won the bidding with your bid of six hundred thousand and the satisfaction of hearing that bitch squeal her bitterness. Bucky gave you a quick thumbs-up, motioning toward the bathroom so he could go catch his breath. He rubbed his chest, his smile sheepish and slightly apologetic.

Random people congratulated you as you made your way to the area in which you needed to write your name down. From what Bucky said, your name would show up no matter what.

Why didn’t Bucky tell you before this morning that you would need to bid on him? If you had been told that since the beginning, all the more reason to help him out. Then again, maybe he felt embarrassed.

Put on auction, not knowing who would have bet on him, treated like cattle.

If he had told you, you could have told him how relatable it was.

You scribbled your name on the card they handed you. Distracted by rereading and checking for errors, you didn’t notice a stranger settle beside you.

“Are you two dating?” he asked, referring to Bucky as he jutted his chin at the card.

You handed the card back to the woman collecting them. You barely glanced at the man as you responded, “I’m sorry, who are you?”

He chuckled quietly, “Dave Reagan. The New Yorker.”

“Good for you.”

You turned and left him at the table, cursing silently as he followed you.

“I don’t usually come to these things, but my boss told me an interesting little detail,” Reagan continued, dipping down as if to whisper more in your ear. You leaned away, making your discomfort noticeable in your expression. He seemed to enjoy that, though.  Not sexual enjoyment, but more like it stunned him jolly.

“Isn’t it obvious by the way I’m internally dying that I don’t want to be in this conversation?”

“Astonishing…” he sighed, his half-compliment falling on deaf ears. Before you could weave your way through an incoming crowd, he intercepted your path.

That familiar sinking feeling punched your gut, even turning your legs cold. Was that something common in all women? To feel so dreadfully trapped in situations that don’t look necessarily dangerous? To feel as if your fight or flight response malfunctioned, and it shouldn’t have been so easy to be stopped? You were surrounded by superheroes and yet, safety was a foreign concept. You were reduced to a human woman, gulping the internalized confidence you had stored for these very moments. Cultivated since girlhood. Without it, you might have crumbled to the floor.

“So, do you service the Winter Soldier on weekends and the others throughout the week?”

Something detached in your brain and shocked you still. Paralyzed.

He couldn’t be saying what you thought he was saying.

But his eyes held no secrets. He was laying them all out for you, allowing you to take your pick.

“How did you know about me?”

“Your picture is on the internet and a lot of higher-ups love that little website you’re on. So many of the guys at work have brought dates they hired from there.”

Bucky. You had to find Bucky. You searched the crowd, even chancing a look behind you, but he wasn’t here. He must still be in the bathroom catching his breath. Tony was busy talking to donors, Clint was in the middle of telling a story, Natasha and Bruce weren’t at either of the two indoor bars, and Maria had left for the bathroom.

“Can you speak lower?” you asked, shrinking by the second.

There.

You locked eyes with Steve Rogers, who had stopped paying attention to the group in front of him the moment his gaze found yours. The hardness of his eyes immediately softened when he took in the expression on your face. He was moving before you could mouth a Help toward him.

He knew. He might have found your relationship with Bucky untrustworthy and sudden, but he did not hate you. He’d be damned leaving you in a situation you desperately needed saving from.

Reagan ignored your request, however. The next thing out of his mouth hurt more than any physical hit.

“You’re not even going to deny that you’re the Avengers’ personal whore?”

Tears burned behind your eyes. Your throat closed on itself. You had no reply, no explanation, no defense.

Steve stepped in between you and Reagan, seemingly bigger than the last time you saw him. “Do we have a problem here?”

Reagan flashed him a rehearsed smile. “Captain Rogers, lovely seeing you again!”

“Can’t say the same about you, Reagan.”

Reagan glanced toward you, his smile devilish. He was aware that Steve followed his movements. He was doing this on purpose.

You had never met this man before. He had never met you. You chalked it up to him just having a horrible, incel-like reaction to sex workers. He mentioned his coworkers and their dates with a hint of a frown. Add in the fact that he was a misogynistic reporter, digging for a front-page story, and was brutal in his search.

“Tell me, Rogers. Do you fuck her immediately after your best friend has had his way with her?”

“Stop…” you begged, cracking at the end.

Steve’s jaw clenched, his entire demeanor one of a man in battle. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Reagan sipped from his drink, bouncing his eyes from you to Steve. The shock on your face was old news apparently, but it was enough of a sign for him. Reagan simply had to glance back at Steve to put the puzzle pieces together. Stuttering on a laugh, Reagan drawled, “Oh my god, you don’t know.”

Steve’s eyes bore into the reporter’s, fire blazing from his original comment to his statement just now. And it was Hell the moment Steve realized what Reagan was actually saying, because comprehension slithered onto the Captain’s face as horribly slow as Reagan’s accusation.

Steve turned his head to you, his eyebrows pulled together. He noticed your wobbling lip, your shielded position. He didn’t say anything. He simply stared, the puzzle fitting for him as well.

“Reagan!” you heard Stark shout as he marched to the group. He kept his strut natural so as to not worry guests. “How did your sleazy ass slip through security?”

“Holiday events are your easiest barricades, Stark,” Reagan joked, sipping from his glass.  “Do you employ her as well?”

Reagan’s last syllable was strangled as Steve punched him in the face, breaking his nose instantly. He fell with a loud thud, gaining the attention of numerous bystanders.

You heard Stark calling your name, but you kept walking. Your dress swayed beautifully as you picked up your pace. You ran past Natasha and Clint, Sam and Pietro, even the Scarlet Witch herself. All magically appeared in this horrid moment, and not in the moment you needed them the most. In the morning, all those lovely faces would adopt similar strains of astonishment, of disgust maybe. They would no longer see you as Bucky’s friend. They wouldn’t invite you over for tea and crumpets. They wouldn’t tell you that you’re the thing making Bucky Barnes smile anymore.

They will discover you weren’t Bucky’s friend at all. You were his whore.

“Hey, hey,” Stark soothed, finally catching up to you. “I am so fucking sorry. I made sure to employ you secretly, privately, discreetly. Someone’s ass is getting fucking sued.”

“I don’t want to talk about this here, Stark.”

“I will find whoever leaked this. I will make sure your reputation stays intact—”

“What reputation! He’s not wrong!” you screamed, uncaring for whoever eavesdropped.

“He’s saying you’re our whore. Now, I reject that language regardless, but that statement is plain slander!”

You scoffed, humorless. “Who are we kidding, Stark? I am what I am.”

“But Barnes—”

“Bucky wanted me because he wanted to get used to company again. Nothing more.”

Stark pursed his lips, unconvinced. “Barnes didn’t want to bring anyone to the Ball, but I convinced him it was a good idea. He would have been auctioned off to a stranger against his will. When I searched for someone, I didn’t show Barnes a picture or your biography. I simply thought you looked like a person who could keep a secret. Barnes decided the day—”

“What?”

“Barnes decided you were a right fit—”

“Bucky didn’t want me?”

He had told you that he had a say. That he didn’t think you two would hit it off, but that he still chose you.

It was a lie.

Stark chose you. Stark told him he had to choose you. Stark forced this upon Bucky, a hurt and struggling man, and didn’t tell you. Bucky was going to be auctioned to a stranger against his will because of some immature charity ring, and in his distress, told Stark to fix it.

“Where in my words did you pick that up?”

“You just said you were the one who chose me, who looked for me. That Bucky didn’t know I was going to walk through his door.”

“Well, he agreed to the ‘having a date to the Christmas Ball’, but I had full rein on choosing the person.”

Confirmation was revolting. Even if Bucky had given you his consent to everything you two had done together, it was the overall consent that lacked. It made you feel immoral, corrupt.

Lied to.

You ignored the curious faces of guests watching your conversation, desperately trying to angle their heads for better acoustics. It didn’t matter, though. You’ll never have to see them again after this.

“Do what you have to do to keep the story out of the papers. I don’t care anymore,” you told Stark, pushing past him and to the striking double doors. Holiday music followed your grand escape, mocking you with each step. The lights lit up your path.

“Wait! Wait!”

Everything in your body told you to keep walking, to run through those glass doors and hail a taxi. But his voice was a siren call, and your heart was at war with every cell.

You whipped around, furious and broken. “You didn’t want me.”

Bucky froze, immediately falling pale. “What?”

“You never asked for me.”

He swallowed hard, seemingly caught in his lie. “I… I didn’t, but you have to understand—”

You sucked in a deep breath, trying to keep your voice from shaking. “I chose you… And you didn’t even want me.”

“I wanted you after I met you,” he rushed.

“I get that, but it feels dirty to know I just forced myself into your life. To know that you were just doing what Stark told you to do because of some requirement for this Ball.”

He shook his head, fighting you without fists. “I want you now.”

“But why didn’t you tell me?”

He paused, as if debating his answer. Then, with calculated urgency, he said the one thing you hoped he wouldn’t say. “I was still worried you’d leave after you were paid.”

You scoffed out a laugh, “I feel dirty. And that man in there made me feel worthless.”

A muscle in his cheek jumped at the same time his metal arm whirred. “What man? What the hell did he say to you?”

“Nothing I haven’t heard before,” you laughed, humor absent. “But I’ve touched you, Bucky. I’ve done everything a hooker is expected to do and I fell in love with you, and I was still going to take the goddamn money. All of that… Without even knowing that you were forced into this arrangement?”

He went to say something, but you continued, “You promised to tell me what you wanted and didn’t want.”

“ I did,” he enunciated, completely serious. “You did not take advantage of me.”

“You don’t get it.” You tried not to sound like you were whining, but it was hard. “I was just exposed in there. I let people show me off and fuck me for a living, but that was humiliating. None of your friends knew I did this. None of your friends had that image of me sleeping with other people while being with you until now. I lied to them. And I was going to continue lying to them, even after Stark paid me.”

“They won’t care.”

“But I still lied.”

Over Bucky’s shoulder you saw Steve rushing from the main room, frantic in his search. For you, for Bucky. Didn’t matter. The moment he saw you two, his face contorted.

“Great…” you sighed, suddenly tired. Bucky glanced back to see who you were referring to. “I lied to him the most.”

“He. Won’t. Care,” Bucky said, setting his jaw.

“I need to get out of here,” you declared, basically running around him.

“Wait—Wait!” Bucky begged, grabbing your wrist. His force was miscalculated though, and your wrist made an audible pop. Bucky dropped you instantly, his eyes wide with fear.

“Don’t touch me.” Ignoring the slight pain, you backed away from him.

“Just let me explain—” His body, always rejecting what his mind told him to do, went to reach for you again. You lifted a hand, as if to swat him away, yet you had every intention of missing him.

But Bucky flinched, recoiling and turning his shoulders inward.

You missed Bucky completely because Steve Rogers pushed you away, slamming you against the wall.

“Steve!” Bucky yelled, ripping Steve off you. You fell forward, barely catching yourself from falling. The two grappling men fell to the floor.

“I wasn’t going to hit you,” you breathed, sending Bucky the most hurt expression you could conjure.

He stuttered, rushing to stand again. “I—I know that. It was instinct. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry for reacting. Be sorry for thinking so low of me.”

Pushing open the doors, you paused when you heard Bucky’s whimper of, “Please don’t go.”

Steve stood, keeping his distance. He had done enough damage, it seemed. You couldn’t even look at him long enough without feeling betrayed.

He had just proved you right. The team, Steve included, would not accept you.

“But that makes sense, right? I’m just a whore you didn’t even want in the first place.”

You didn’t look back to see how your words landed. You rushed into a taxi and drove home, crying the whole way there.

What’s another Christmas spent alone?

~

[stephaniebrownslover]

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𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙮𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢(it's a lie, i just want to make this everyone's problem).

𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨. 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 "𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩", 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩.

✎Characters I will write for;

Jeff The Killer

Clockwork

Puppeteer

Laughing Jack

Homicidal Liu

Hoodie(creepypasta version)

Masky(creepypasta version)

Sally(not romantic way)

Ticci Toby

Lazari(not romantic way)

Zero

Nurse Ann

Ben Drowned

Bloody Painter

Judge Angels

Eyeless Jack

Lulu

Nightmare Ally/Slender Doll

Slenderman

Splendorman

Trenderman

Emra

Jane The Killer

Dr. Smiley

Dr. Pain

Kagekao

Nina The Killer(version 1&2)

Candy Pop

Lost Silver

Glitchy Red

Rouge

Cat Hunter

Stripes

Zalgo

X-Virus

The Chess Master

Nick Vanill

Killing Kate

Nathan The Nobody

Papa Grande

Dollmaker

April Fools

Suicide Sadie

Vailly Evans

Lifeless Lucy(not romantic way)

Sam(not romantic way)

Lily The Dollmaker(not romantic way)

Kate The Chaser

Hobo Hearth

Dark Link

Jason The Toymaker

Laughing Jill

Sadie Serenade

Candy Cane

Nemesis

Skroll

Weeping Forest

Scarecrow Girl

Silent hunter

Gasmask Maid

Four Eyed Jessy

İris/Hung Girl(not romantic way)

Chris The Revenant

Asylum Nancy

Pinkamena

Rainbow Factory

Wilson The Basher

Nightcrawler

Mary Vaughn

Will Grossman

Freddy Butcher

The Bartender 1941

Sarah lee

Zachary

✎Characters i won't write for;

Offenderman

Armless Bob

Tails Doll

Sonic.exe

Smile Dog

Grinny Cat

Red Angel

Virus

Seed Eater

Rake

Ani The Wight

Pencil Neck

Mr. Widemouth

BBVR

彡Things i will write;

General headcanons

X reader headcanons

Oneshots

X reader oneshots

Angst

Fluff

Ships that i like

Crack plots(please indicate it)

And other things i didn't mention under this

彡Things i won't write;

Any kind of sexual content/smut(I'm asexual so please don't request it)

Rape/non-con

Ships that i don't like

Weird kinks

Way too much gore

Underage relationships

Pedophile

İncest

Zoophile

English is not my native tongue so please let me know my mistake in grammer and characterizations!