The Witness (10)

Summary: Your testimony is set to put away one of Boston’s biggest mobsters - your former boss. Stuck on an isolated farm with Marshal Steve Rogers, unexpected threats and complications arise as the trial approaches. [Angst, humor, explicit sex, 18+ only]

Pairing: Marshal!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4K

Author’s Note: We are finally at the end of the journey!!!! Thank you @emmabarnes​​ for your fantastic beta work as always and for @whoknowsanymore124​​ for holding my hand with this last chapter.Reblog or comment if you enjoy!

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You glance up when the bell above the door jingles, a blast of cool air accompanying the new arrival. Deputy Jimmy Woo gives you a nod of acknowledgment before shaking the rain from his coat. He reminds you a little of Scott, with his knack for odd magic tricks.

When his gaze shifts to the lone figure in the bakery, a dark-haired woman at the table in the back, you grin. Darcy’s been a regular since you started working here, some kind of professor from the east coast on sabbatical. She’s funny and a good tipper, though you suspect that’s not why Jimmy seems so enamored with her. He comes in at the start of every shift for coffee and a chocolate eclair, making small talk with you while stealing glances at her.

“Deputy,” you greet.

“Come on now, it’s Jimmy,” he reminds you, a friendly smile on his face.

“I know, I just like to tease you. The usual?”

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I'm gonna cry, this was such an amazing series and an amazing ending! I'm so so happy for the both of them. Loved it, River, this was the best!!

The Witness (8)

Summary: Your testimony is set to put away one of Boston’s biggest mobsters - your former boss. Stuck on an isolated farm with Marshal Steve Rogers, unexpected threats and complications arise as the trial approaches. [Angst, anxiety, panic attacks, brief descriptions of violence/murder, noncon touching, and other untagged themes.]

Word Count: 

Pairing: Marshal!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader and Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Author’s Note: Thank you @emmabarnes​​​ for your fantastic beta work as always and for @whoknowsanymore124​​​ for holding my hand with this and letting me scream at you in the DMs. Reblog or comment if you enjoy!

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You draw in a breath and scream, Steve’s name on your lips. Ari darts into the house, kicking the door closed and grabs you around the middle, pulling you tightly against his chest. He drops his face into the crook of your neck while a thick arm pins yours to your sides. The skin of his cheek is cool against yours and he inhales loudly. You struggle, screaming for Steve again but Ari only chuckles.

“Scream all you want, pretty girl. No one is coming. Your marshal is dead.”

You still, breath dying in your chest at his words. It can’t be true. It can’t. You shake your head, voice thick when you speak. “You’re lying.”

“Not this time,” Ari says. “Tell me, sweetheart. Does he look afraid?” He asks, grasping your chin and forcing you to look to the right.

Andy stands in the doorway, a stunned expression on his handsome face.

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No words. None. Omg omg omg. What was THAT?! Reader's strength surprised me, but it was so invigorating to see.

Steve. 🥺🥺😔😔😔😔😔😔

The Witness (7)

Summary: Your testimony is set to put away one of Boston’s biggest mobsters - your former boss. Stuck on an isolated farm with Marshal Steve Rogers, unexpected threats and complications arise as the trial approaches. [Angst, touched starved Reader, emotionally withholding Steve, anxiety, panic attacks, references to violence/murder, and other untagged themes.] 

Word Count: 3.2L

Pairing: Marshal!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader and Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Author’s Note: Thank you @emmabarnes​​​ for your fantastic beta work as always and for @whoknowsanymore124​​​ for holding my hand with this and letting me scream at you in the DMs. Reblog or comment if you enjoy!

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You wake up, mouth like cotton, body achy. It’s still dark outside. There’s warmth along your back, Steve’s large body curled around yours. The way his soft breaths fall over your skin lets you know he’s still asleep. When you shift he inhales and tightens the arm around your middle, burrowing closer. The tip of his nose presses against the nape of your neck. His long fingers rest on your collarbone, twitching every now and again.

It feels incredibly good to be held like this, to have Steve’s scent and warmth surrounding you. Safe and protected. You don’t want to wake him, terrified he’ll pull away and you’ll lose this small bit of comfort. You dip your head, pressing your face against the back of his hand and take a deep breath. He smells good, familiar. Like his sweaters. Even though there’s no clock you can tell dawn is close and he always gets up shortly after. There’s only minutes left to enjoy this. You close your eyes and snuggle closer to him, committing the feel of being held so carefully to your memory.

When you next open your eyes Steve is gone, the sheets behind you cold. You have to blink and shield your eyes from the mid-morning sun streaming through the windows. It’s almost 10 am according to the digital clock on your nightstand. You can hear Steve moving around downstairs, glasses clinking. Your nose twitches at the smell of food.

Your limbs are stiff when you hobble towards the door, stopping to pull on the sweater you left on the chair last night. At the bottom of the stairs, you watch Steve move through the kitchen, flipping a pancake and refreshing his coffee. He’s wearing the same gray sweats as last night and a tight white shirt through which you can see the muscles in his back move.

“Breakfast is about done,” he says without turning around, startling you. “Sit down. Drink your tea.”

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WHAT

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The cliffhanger is making me suuuuper anxious and HONESTLY? Worth it. This chapter was: