#freedomshielded

@freedomshielded: Came for the: probably writing? I don't remember. Stayed for the: haha like you'd get rid of me!!!  Came for the _______. Stayed for the _______. // accepting

@freedomshielded​ said :  ' i'm not going to deny that I want to fuck you. '  

               HE HAD BEEN an absolute pill since that morning, and, well... Barneses weren’t exactly known for being gleaming examples of patience. She turned, quick as a whip, and hit his jaw. She had perfect technique, even if he was made of cement; her whole arm buzzed numb, but she felt.... satisfied. 

MUN NAME & AGE: Jason & 21

CHARACTER NAME & AGE: Steve Rogers and 105/27

FACECLAIM: Chris Evans

WHERE THEY LIVE: Manhatten, but has an apartment in the East Egg

WHO WERE THEY IN 2019: Steve Rogers is Captain America.

WHO ARE THEY IN 1920: Steve is a World War I veteran with two degrees in architecture and illustrative design. He works for the Mikaelson mob under the guise of a docks worker. He is working for the gang until he has paid off his mother’s debt.

NEW YEARS KISSES | accepting. 

               IT WAS TWO minutes until midnight, but everyone had been drinking since the sun went down, and the kisses were already being messily pressed onto lips and cheeks, throwing the love around. In the party, someone on the other side of the room shouted change is coming!, and Clark grinned, taking a drink of his beer. 

It didn’t do anything to him, but it was fun to participate, sometimes. 

Everywhere, the air was humming, and all of the group gathered raised their glasses and their eyes to the close as they watched the countdown.

Someone began singing Auld Lang Syne, and they were remarkably on-key for how long the party had been going. In late December, the sun set so early in the afternoon, and the gathered heroes and loved ones had been celebrating since then. The Kryptonians and other otherwise-difficult-to-get-drunk heroes were the designated heroes in case anything happened, but it looked like the ring in the new year was going to be a quiet, buzzing affair.

When the growing voices got to the chorus, the clock struck midnight, and Clark felt a pair of lips find their way onto his cheek. He looked over and saw one of the few people who were around his height, and he grinned. Steve’s bright eyes glinted in the sparkling lights of the Christmas strands still draped around the room, though New Years gold had been added to make everything appropriate for their current festivities. Everyone around them was either pairing off for a soft moment at midnight, or trying to capture as many lips as they could before the minute was up. Somehow, Steve and Clark had ended up by the side of the room, quietly out of the way of the rogues collecting kisses, watching the festivities unfold. 

Clark grinned, putting down the ineffective beer as the champagne was passed around, grabbing two flutes off the tray. He passed one to Captain America, holding his up for a small toast.