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*flailing arms* this made me feel butterflies. He was so smooth he actually made me nervous

The Man in the Iceberg Lounge (The Riddler x Reader)

“Well, well, it appears you’ve caught someone’s attention, Nygma.” Two-Face chuckled. You couldn’t help but stare and Edward soaked in it. Finally, the attention he desperately craved- that he deserved. Someone could see what everyone else couldn’t. How magnificent Edward was. Everyone else might as well have been blind for if they had less primitive brains- they’d know to worship the ground he walked on. After all, he was the smartest person in Gotham.

Edward was sitting back in his seat, almost lazily as he idly swirled his drink. His eyes locked on yours. Penguin scoffed. “I don’t pay ‘em to gawk. I pay 'em to entertain!” “Oh I think Ed is very entertained.” Harvey grinned. Penguin however, was furious and rose to a stand, ready to give you a wicked lecture but Edward held out his hand in a gesture to stop him. “No, no, Oswald. It is no trouble. In fact, I think that might be the smartest employee, you’ve ever had.” Oswald grumbled and you quickly looked away from Edward. You had witnessed how the Penguin didn’t look happy and that the Riddler of all people stopped him as Penguin glared daggers into you. You were pushing your luck.

A minute later there was a tap to your shoulder. At first you thought it’d be your boss, Oswald Cobblepot but the tap was much too soft. You turned and nearly forgot how to breathe. “Hi, my name is Edward Nygma.” The man in green smiled. “Hi…I thought you’d prefer to be called 'the Riddler’.” You replied almost breathlessly. “Only to those I don’t like.” He smirked. You blushed given the implication of giving his name so freely to you of all people. “I’m (Y/N).” You said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Edward replied with a twinkle in his eye. “I couldn’t help but notice your gaze.” “Right, sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable I just…I couldn’t believe I was seeing you in person.” You admitted, slightly embarrassed. “I wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact, I rather enjoyed being acknowledged by such an attractive individual such as yourself.” You had wondered if Edward Nygma was ever shy, he seemed nerdy enough. So much you were certain that if someone like Catwoman flirted with him, he’d crumble with uncertainty all the while flustered. Yet that didn’t seem to be the case as he was so bold to let his attraction be known. “Oh, thank you so much.” You became shy. “That means a lot coming from someone so well known like you.” “Then you know that seeing I’m of such strong intellect that I speak fact. I don’t often give such flattering words to anyone but I think I could make an exception for you tonight.” Edward smirked at your blush. “No complaints here.” You said before covering your mouth. “Thank you for your time. I don’t intend to take you away from your friends and my boss.” Edward huffed out a laugh. “Friends…’associates’ is much more accurate. Although I do consider Oswald a friend. We have some history. It’d be foolish to call him anything else.” After some time of talking the Ridder asked you a rather direct question. “Have you had too much to drink?” He asked and you looked at him with confusion. “What?” The Riddler raised an eyebrow. “That’s not a convincing argument.” “No-I-I had a few but…I’m not drunk, I just- why do you ask?” The Riddler brushed off your shoulders. “Because I find it very difficult to believe you’d look at me the way you do if you weren’t.” His eyes met yours and he smiled slightly. “A shame, I will admit. Regardless, I’m flattered.” You couldn’t hide your surprise, he seemed almost disheartened by the thought of you changing your mind in the morning. “I’ll take what I can get of your time.” You cracked a smile and Edward smirked. “Then I will indulge you."

Edward lapped up the attention you gave him, he had no issue talking about himself whilst you had no issue listening to him. He was fascinating. Just as you thought he always would be. "I’d like to know about you.” He smiled slyly, leaning on his hand on top of the table at the booth. "Me? There’s nothing really to me.“ You admitted. "Nothing in comparison to you, Mr Nygma.” The Riddler chuckled. “I’ll be the judge of that. I want to know about the divine person before me who looks at me like I just saved the world.” You blushed. “Well…I moved here to get a new start. My parents didn’t approve of a lot of my choices so I couldn’t get away quicker. What used to be constant prying into my life became a phone call once a month…” You sent him a mischievous smirk. “…if I answer the phone that is.” The Riddler hummed, sipping on his drink. “The Penguin hired me and that’s really it. I’m too new to Gotham to have any cool stories. I told you I was boring.” You cracked a smile. “Other than that time I met the Riddler that is.” “I hear that is quite the honour around here.” Edward grinned. You nodded. “The highest honour. I think it might have made my life actually. I peaked that night. Never going to have a better experience.” Edward chuckled. “Well you might see him again if you played your cards right.” “Do you think I did?” You leaned on the table top, arms crossing. He raised the glass to his lips, pausing momentarily to smirk at you. “Maybe.” “What about you?” You asked. “You must meet some unforgettable people all the time.” “Very few actually, beyond the company I keep. The rest of Gotham are faceless nobodies. Although you might be the first to change that.” He said looking you over. You hummed. “Probably not, when you believe how boring I truly am.” “If you were, I wouldn’t be sitting here.” Edward countered. “I didn’t think you were the type to not complete a puzzle.” You retorted. “That’s because I don’t. However, only puzzles worth my time get all my attention and you, my dear, have my attention.” “Then I certainly hope I don’t disappoint you, Mr Nygma.” You said. “As do I, my dear.” He responded. “So is this your night off? It is Friday after all.” You asked. He pondered the question. “I suppose it could be considered as a social gathering. We did meet on business terms but if they’d started then I won’t be there to speak business.” He smiled. “I’ll be here with you.” You blushed. “Sorry, I feel like I’ve disrupted on many levels now.” Edward hummed. “You’re a lovely distraction though. I’d hardly call it a waste of time for me.” You smiled back at him. “As I said, I think you’ve made not just my night but my whole life just approaching me. Even if I get fired tomorrow…it’ll be worth it.” You giggled. “Fired? Absolutely not. I won’t have that. I’ve kept you in bounds of your job. Your job is to make sure customers are comfortable and entertained.” "You’re not just some guy though.“ You replied. "You’re the Riddler.” He let out a laugh of amusement. “Give me your phone.” He said. “It’s round back…” You rose to a stand. “…why do you want my phone?” He smirked. “You’ll just have to get it to find out, won’t you?” You smiled. “Be back in a sec then."

When you were gone that was when Two-Face shoved his way into the booth beside Edward. "You’ve been gone for a while. We did the meeting without you.” “You can fill me in later, Harvey.” Edward’s eyes remained upon the staff door, waiting for you to return. “It seems like you like this one.” Two-Face nudged him. “And?” Edward responded. “Excellent choice.” Two-Face said smugly. “I hope you don’t have ill intentions for that one, Edward.” Harvey cut in. Edward huffed. “Hardly. You don’t know anything of my intentions, Dent. Now go away before they come back and see you. You’ll scare them off.” Two-Face huffed out a laugh. “Too late, looks like I’m staying, Eddie. They’ve already seen me and they’re coming this way.” Edward followed Harvey’s gaze. He was right, you were coming back.

You held your phone out to him. “Here….hello, Mr Two-Face. Are you having a good night?” You asked as Edward plucked the phone from your grasp and leaned back, busying himself with it. “Yeah, doll-face. Thanks for taking Edward off our hands for the night. The night off from babysitting has been great.” He grinned. “Shut it.” Edward warned him but didn’t look up from your phone. “I’ve enjoyed every minute with him.” You blushed. “I bet you have.” Two-Face sounded smug again as Edward handed your phone back to you. “Right, that’s enough out of you.” The Riddler rose to a stand and nudged him. “Move along, I’m going to say my goodbyes and head home. Leave them be.” Edward was practically guiding Harvey away from you. Stopping to spin around the face you. “See you soon.” Edward smiled at you before continuing to push Harvey forward, his cane in the other hand. “Nygma, I swear if you don’t quit your shoving-” The rest of Two-Face’s threat was drowned out my the noise. Still, you couldn’t help but smile. You checked the time on your phone. You had another half an hour left of your shift. However you couldn’t help but wonder what he did to your phone.

It was only later when you checked it that you discovered what he had done. Your jaw hung open, gawking at the screen. There, in your contacts, was a new one. Enigma. You immediately figured he didn’t want to put his actual name but regardless. Edward Nygma, the Riddler, had put his number in your phone. You immediately went to text it, even if it was half four in the morning. You typed out your message before sending it. 'Thanks for the great night. You got me through my shift haha.’ To your surprise as you climbed in bed, your phone buzzed. You turned off the light before you looked to see a response from Enigma. 'The pleasure is all mine. I’d like another night, perhaps not when you’re working.’ You inhaled, feeling the blush in your cheeks. 'You can have all the nights you like.’ You replied. 'Then you’ll hear from me very soon, my dear. Goodnight.’

#dc #gotham #riddler #Edward #nygma #Ed #Edward nygma #Ed nygma #Ed nygma masterlist #dc masterlist #the riddler

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Submissions Open

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Hello! I have opened an ask to allow anyone to send me Fic recommendations, either your own or someone else's. Submission of a fic is not guaranteed to be added to the masterlist. You can also find the link in the description of my blog.

You may submit posts for characters that are not in the masterlist for there are characters in my drafts I have yet to add. I also ask that you provide links to the fics. The submissions are not limited to fic’s on Tumblr, but can include other platforms (wattpad, ao3, fanfic.net, etc). You may recommend oneshots, books, series, etc.

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fanfic-love-show · 3 years ago

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Love this idea ♥️♥️

Birthday Month Challenge

I promise I am working on my WIPs, I promise. However life has been a bit crazy. I got a promotion (yay me!) and have been working my butt off to prove myself and my writing (and reading) has taken a back seat. Thank you to everyone who reached out to see if I'm OK or wondered where I was. I'm OK, just taking some me time, but I'm coming backkkkk!

Also this was meant to be posted on Friday but I’ve had a stomach bug all weekend and so I’m now trying to catch up!

To get myself back into the zone, I've decided to give myself a bit of a challenge, increase engagement (since I haven't been interacting much on here recently I think my reach will be pretty minimal) I will challenge myself to write 30 different oneshots of varying sizes, one for every day of April.

To give me some inspiration, I will be using shuffle on my Apple Music account (which also has some of my sister's stuff on it) and using the song titles, and lyrics to inspire me.

I will put the days below the cut, and keep updating this post each time I post as well as adding to my Masterlist.

1st April - Happy For You (Demetri x female reader)

2nd April - Crying in the Club (Bouncer Bucky x female reader)

3rd April - Red (Ex-Bucky x female reader)

4th April - Starstruck (Steve Rogers x female reader)

Marvel Taglist:

@arethosepotatoes @immelissaaa @gothkitteh @ambeen @wolfers-stufff

Twilight Taglist:

@volturidoll13 @wallwriterstuff @like-rain-or-confetti @moviequeen51 @raindancer2004 @officialfictionalwreck @megzdoodle @slasher-sweetie @reclusive-chicken-nugget @holl2712 @icarusinstatic @imdoingathingmom @fanfic-love-show @volturiwolf @awesomebooklover17 @cole22ann @amortentiaaaa @gurl-ly @mytwilightimagines13 @volturi-stuff @kpopgirlbtssvt @star-sunshine-sage @psychadelichues @inpraizeof @demetrivolturiswife @lovesanimals @juliannatryon @petrelsrose @brithedemonspawn @thehallowitch @kitkatkl @23victoria @train-wrecc @kenmasunwashedass @levisteeacup @purpledragon04 @your-next-wife @superheavymetalunicorn @karleetakeenan @vanessafinessa473 @the-twi-light-zone @nikkitc0703 @heartsarecompatible @deepfrz @simpxxslutxx @itscheybaby @sugakookiemonter @jjksblackgf @remembered-license @damnedangel98 @yinrose98 @thiccmemechicc

#twilight #demetri volturi #bucky barnes #steve rogers #twilight imagines #twilight imagine #twilight x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #demetri volturi x reader

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Always safe here babes

reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

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Hello again old friend

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fanfic-love-show · 3 years ago

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nightmare

summary- reader finds themselves in need of some comfort after a particularly disturbing night terror

a.n- I wrote this like a year ago for wattpad and realized I never published it here. this was during my first-person phase so try not to let that bother you too much

warnings- nothing really (little bit of angst but mostly fluff)

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They happen all the time. At least once a week, often more. This time it was terrible. I woke up in a cold sweat,shaking and crying. I tried to push the disturbing scenarios I had just witnessed out of my head, but I couldn’t. I grabbed my bathroom and pulled it over my thin nightgown before slipping out of my dormitory and heading down the stairs.

I wasn’t expecting anyone to be in the common room, since it was nearly 2 am. The fireplace was crackling and I could see a dark figure sitting at a table, head in a book. Unfortunately for me, the figure was a certain-someone I did not want to see me crying. The sound of my footsteps made him turn his head in my direction. Even in the dim lighting, he could see the tears streaming down my face. Tom quickly got out of his chair and started in my direction.

“Who did this to you?” he asked angrily. I maneuvered myself away from him and shook my head.

“It’s nothing Riddle. I’m fine.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him.

“I’m not stupid. Give me their name, I’ll kill them,” he demanded. I shook him off of me and started to yell.

“Merlin Tom, no one did anything! I just had a nightmare, alright?”

He didn’t say anything as I slumped down onto one of the velvet couches. He stood in silence for a few seconds, although I could feel his gaze one me.

“Oh. If that’s all it is, why are you so upset?” he asked calmly. Truthfully, I had no idea. Like I said, night-terrors were a common occurrence for me. I wasn’t exactly sure why this specific one had triggered me.

“I don’t know. Why are you even awake?” Tom moved back to where he had been seated before and flipped open the large book.

“I don’t sleep much. I’m much more productive when I’m awake,” he said as he pushed a dark curl off of his forehead. I rolled my eyes and bit back a smile.

“Anyways, you’re welcome to stay here if you’d like. Just don’t be too loud,” he said before diving back into the book. I shook my head and started to stand up.

“Thanks Tom, but I think I’m just gonna go to Abraxas’ room,” I told him. I saw his calm demeanor drop.

“No. Why would you need to see him?” he snarled.

“I don’t want to sleep alone. He won’t mind,” I said in a whisper. And that was the truth, Abraxas wouldn’t mind. He would comfort me softly and make me feel safe. But part of me wished I could confide in someone else. Tom let out a sigh and stood up.

“I was planning on going to bed anyways. You can stay in my room,” he demanded.

“I’m alright. I don’t really want to have to sleep on the floor.”

“You can sleep in my bed, with me,” he said hesitantly. I smiled and shrugged, walking over to the stairs leading to the boys dormitory. Tom followed closely behind me.

“I still think that you’re overreacting. I’d just rather you be in my bed than Malfoy’s,” he assured me. I rolled my eyes and continued up the stairs. I had been to Tom’s room before, so I knew which one it was, even in the dark. He dug around in his pockets for a few seconds before pulling out his key and letting us inside. He lit the lamp on his nightstand using his wand as he locked the door behind us.

“I’m going to take a shower. Don’t touch any of my things.”

He grabbed a neat pile of clothing on his dresser before disappearing into his bathroom. I tossed my robe onto the floor before crawling into his bed. The sheets were incredibly silky, made of a dark black material. I pulled the blankets over my body and settled in, taking in the scent of Tom’s cologne and a hint of cigarette smoke. I could feel myself drifting off when I felt another body’s presence in the bed with me.

“Are you alright now, darling?” Tom asked me in a whisper. I nodded as I felt his arms wrap around my waist. Although his hands were a bit cold, the rest of his body was warm and comforting.

“Good. Wake me up if you need anything,okay?” he said as he stroked my hair. I nodded again and interlocked one of my legs with him, secretly smiling to myself.

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#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #Harry Potter #Tom riddle masterlist #voldemort #lord voldemort #riddle

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fanfic-love-show · 3 years ago

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If I read this to the snow it would melt instantly. That’s how warm this makes you feel 🥰

Request: Dance with Me (Afton Volturi x Reader)

Even as a vampire, sometimes you forgot how to relax. Drowning out the noise of the world around you had become that much more difficult. Stress didn’t show upon your perfect features like it had before. You thought that would be something worth celebrating. However it only seemed to call into question if you were simply imagining or overthinking it. If you were honest, it was getting exhausting. Yet you could never sleep. So what was the cure for mental exhaustion for a vampire? You weren’t sure.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. The outfit looked great on you but you couldn’t help but feel something was off. Yet you couldn’t place what it was. You sighed, running your hands down your face. Suddenly you felt hands upon your waist. Your hands immediately moved to your waist as you jumped slightly turning around to see…nothing. Yet you could feel the hands. “Afton, you scared the hell out of me!” You sighed in relief, leaning against him momentarily as you heard his soft, quiet chuckle. “My apologies. Is everything alright? You seem troubled, love.” Afton asked. “Yeah, I’m fine it’s just…I can’t tell if I don’t like the outfit because I’m stressed or something.” You replied. “You look beautiful, sweetheart. I have no doubt in my mind and neither should you.” You sighed again. “I’m so exhausted of thinking, Afton.” You told him quietly. “When I was human, I’d take a nap- sleep it off, as a vampire…I can’t. What do I do?” You felt Afton’s nose brush against your hair. “Then let me help you take your mind off things, even if only for a short time.” Afton stepped away and you barely heard his footsteps but did know what he was doing…until the record player started playing. A smile broke onto your face. "What are you doing?” You asked as Afton interlocked his fingers with yours from behind. You felt a small kiss upon your shoulder as Afton wrapped his arms around you fingers still locked together as the two of you began to sway. “Look in that mirror.” Afton’s soft voice practically floated into your ear. “Look how beautiful you are.” You couldn’t help but smile as Afton spun you into his arms, making you wrap your arms around his neck. He’d never be so bold without his ability. That made these moments special. “You’re going to make me look like I’m dancing by myself like this?” You giggled quietly. “You’re the only one worth looking at.” You felt a kiss upon your forehead. “I wish we could stay like this forever.” You said quietly. “I believe we can. Perhaps not in the literal sense but you certainly have me for all eternity, my love.” Afton said softly. “Can I ask something?” Your voice quiet, matching his. “Go on.” You felt his lips brush against your forehead. “Why me? What about me draws you in? I see myself in the mirror and I have no answers so maybe you do. What do you see in me?” You felt Afton’s body press against your harder as he seemed to hug you into him but continued to sway you both in a slow dance. "You…“ Afton began, seemingly thinking of how to out his feelings into words. ”…are the light in such a dark world. Your body is of resilience, bravery, strength and your soul, your heart, has so much love and beauty that it spills onto your features. Your inner beauty simply was so much that you are beautiful on the outside too. You are my home. You are my hope, my future and what grounds me to the present. However if I had to sum it all up, though no words could do it justice…you are my love.“ You smiled softly. "You forgot that I annoyed you into liking me.” Afton chuckled. “Annoy me? Never. I’d say I was intimidated at first but it was written by the gods that I would always be yours.”

#Afton #twilight #afton volturi #volturi

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fanfic-love-show · 3 years ago

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Hello!! I really like your work, I check your account first, as soon as I enter the tumblr.🤭 Do you think a plot is possible where Chromeskull falls in love with the daughter of the owner of the company nearby? For example, they meet at some event and he begins to learn all possible information about her? I just thought it would be very cute☺️

I'm not sure on all the details and such about the Organisation, I can't remember the movies explaining that much about it, so I took some creative liberties. Hope this is okay! If anyone has any information on the Organisation, let me know!

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) falling for the daughter of an Investor:

Jesse wasn't really a fan of these events. Don't get him wrong, he enjoys the ego stroking and that they're good for business, but he doesn't usually have much fun at these events. The event in question being some sort of mixture between a gala and a formal cocktail party.

The hall, food, and drink displayed the extravagance of a gala but the intimate guest list of a cocktail party. The guest list to these events were often rather small, consisting of important investors and loyal customers of the Organisation.

As usual, Jesse arrived at his own Organisation's event fashionably late, dressed in his finest full black suit and his infamous mask adorning his face. Apparently, people liked the mask, it reminded everyone of who he was. Once he arrived, he made his rounds, greeting important people and making connections. Nothing that thrilled him but was for the best of the Organisation.

You had arrived about half an hour before the masked man, dressed finely, fitting into the extravagance of the event. Though, you didn't much fit the other cliental. Most of the guests were men, most older, but plenty brought a date with them.

You, on the other hand, had arrived with your father after insisting on accompanying him to one of these infamous events he attended. Of course, he had been hesitant, this wasn't the sort of place one would want to bring their daughter. But he caved and allowed you to join him.

You were standing with your father, sipping champagne, when a masked man approached you both. He caught your attention immediately, his tall imposing figure clad in a finely fitted black suit, and of course...the chrome mask.

"Mr Cromeans" your father greeted politely and the masked man shook his hand, greeting him with a silent nod, though your father didn't seem deterred by his silence.

The tall man then looked to you, his head tilting to the side slightly. Silently questioning who you were and what your purpose being here was. "This is my daughter, Y/n. It's her first time attending an event held by the Organisation" your father introduced you.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Cromeans" you smiled politely as you held out your hand for him to shake. You didn't know anything about the man but your father had mentioned his name, he was the host, you assumed the CEO of sorts of the Organisation responsible for this event.

The masked man clasped his hand around yours, his handshake firm, but he didn't let go instantly, prompting you to further explain yourself. "Please don't blame my father for my intrusion, I pestered him until he allowed me to join him" you explained lightly, hoping that he wasn't offended at your attendance without a direct invitation.

At that, Mr Cromeans released your and pulled a phone out of his pocket. "No blame nor apologies are needed. You are more than welcome" the robotic voice coming from the phone assured you. A text to speech system, you assumed.

"Thank you, Mr Cromeans" you smiled.

"Please, call me Jesse" the phone spoke.

"Of course, Jesse" you nodded. Jesse nodded in return, giving your father a nod as well, before leaving to continue with his rounds.

"So that is the man hosting the party?" you asked, turning to your father.

"It is" he nodded, his body language tense as he drank from his glass.

"What's with the mask?" you questioned, your curiosity getting the better of you.

"It's...complicated, not important" your father didn't seem to want to answer the question and you decided to just accept that, for now at least.

"And he doesn't talk?" you might not push on information about the mask but you were still curious about this man.

"He's mute" it was clear that your father was beginning to regret bringing you here, though you weren't completely sure why.

"Oh...well, fair enough" you nodded, sipping from your glass again, deciding not to push your father further. You didn't want to risk him sending you home.

For the next half an hour at the event, your father wouldn't let you leave his side. You would be forced to stand beside him as he mingled with other business men that he somehow knew. At least until a group of three men approached him, then he had sent you to get another drink from the bar. You weren't stupid, clearly he didn't want you hearing this conversation, but perhaps you were naïve because you just thought it was business related.

The bar was a little busy, meaning you had to wait for a bartender to serve you. You didn't mind waiting for a moment, plus it kept you at the bar long enough for Jesse to notice and approach you.

You saw the looming figure in the corner of your eye, making you look over your shoulder to see the chrome mask. "Mr Cromeans. Sorry, Jesse" you greeted him with a polite smile, quickly correcting yourself when you remembered how he told you to address him.

He nodded at you, a polite greeting, before stepping closer to the bar. As soon as the bartender noticed him, he stopped serving the other guest and approached the two of you. Jesse nodded to you, causing the bartender to look at you expectantly. You ordered your drink, having the glass in your hand only moments later.

"Thank you" you smiled up at the masked man as the two of you stepped away from the bar, creating room for other guests and getting out of the way. Though, technically, Jesse could never be in the way at one of his own events.

"If you don't mind me asking, how is it that you know my father? He never really talks business with me" you asked when Jesse made no effort to leave, you thought you should attempt some conversation.

Jesse seemed to consider your question before pulling out his phone. "Your father is an important investor in my Organisation, as well as a valued customer" he informed you, still a vague answer.

"I had assumed about the investing, he invests in many things, none of which he discusses with me. But he's a customer? What service is it that your Organisation provides?" you asked, feeling a need to further explain yourself when he didn't respond or start typing into his phone, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude. I know this is your event but I know nothing of you nor your Organisation."

You hoped that hadn't been rude but it didn't seem to offend him, as he responded. "This is not the place to discuss such details but I can assure you it's a worthy service. Perhaps we could find some time to discuss it at a later date?" he suggested.

"I would like that" you smiled, taking a sip from your glass.

Jesse nodded, smirking under his mask, before walking away. Another man in a similar suit wanting to speak with him. You eyed the intimidating man over the edge of your glass as you took another sip.

"Y/n, there you are" your father's voice caught your attention, sounding frustrated that he had struggled to find you.

"You're the one who told me to go get a drink. Anyway, we're at a fancy business party, what's the worst that could happen?" you rolled your eyes slightly, confused by his sudden protectiveness.

"Well, let's not find out" your father hummed, making you squint. Why did you feel like he was hiding something from you?

After finding you a few feet away from the bar, your father had you attached to his side again. Keeping his eye on you. Much to his distaste, Jesse Cromeans approached you both again. Normally your father would be thrilled to get so much time speaking with the man, but when his attention seemed to be mostly focused on you, it was more unsettling than anything.

The masked man greeted you both with a nod before holding his hand out to you. He didn't need to speak for you, and everyone else who saw, to know that he was asking you to join him for a dance.

You knew that your father wouldn't be happy but you didn't really care. This man was intriguing and you were here to enjoy yourself, so...why not?

Hoping to at least somewhat supress your blush, you accepted the offer and placed your hand in his. While your father wanted you as far from this man as possible, he knew it would only be worse to argue with him. It was safer just to get through the evening.

As you glanced back at your father, you saw the nervous look on his face but didn't think too much of it. Of course, he didn't want to see his daughter dancing with the party's host, but you thought that was the only problem.

In reality, your father was much more concerned about the dangerous nature of the man who was now guiding you over to where other couples were dancing. After all, he had seen the tapes, the purpose of the Organisation, and you had no idea. Of course, your father couldn't have any moral arguments against the masked man, being an investor and customer of his, but it was much more personal when it was his daughter who had captured the man's attention. He just hoped that the interest would fade once you went home this evening. He knew that if Jesse wanted something, he wouldn't care about risking some business to get it.

Once you reached the other dancing couples, your attention turned solely onto Jesse. No longer caring about your father's annoyance.

Jesse pulled you close, keeping one of your hands in his and placing his other on your waist. He was gentlemanly enough, but holding you a little too close considering you were still strangers, though you didn't mind as you placed your free hand on his arm.

He took the lead with ease, like it came naturally to him. The dance wasn't complicated, which you appreciated, just the two of you moving to the music like the other dancers.

You noticed how he would glance over your head from time to time. When he knew that your father wasn't watching the two of you, he whisked you away from the dancefloor, putting a crowd between you and your father's gaze. You wondered if that had been his attention from the beginning, not an interest in dancing.

Once the two of you were somewhere private enough to speak, Jesse pulled his phone out of his pocket. This time you stopped him, placing your hand over the device, fingertips touching the back of his hand.

"Do you know ASL, would that be easier?" you asked, feeling it would be more personable to communicate that way with him rather than making him type everything out on his phone.

Jesse nodded as you removed your hand from atop his, his head tilting to the side curiously. "My...my mother was deaf, she taught me. I grew up learning it" you explained, satisfying Jesse's silent question.

He tucked his phone back into his pocket before bringing his hands up in front of him. 'You've never been to an event with your father before?' he asked.

"Nope. Like I said, he doesn't want my anywhere near his business. I know nothing about the other companies he works with" you admitted with a small shrug. He worked in finance, that was all you knew. You assumed he did some accounting for other companies and stuff like that, but you really didn't know.

'How are you finding it?' Jesse questioned, and you assumed he wanted some compliments on his event more than caring that his guests were enjoying it.

"I'm having a lot of fun, at least when I can shake my father off for a minute or two" you chuckled. "This is an impressive event you put together. How often do you throw them?" you asked.

'At least twice a year. We try to aim for more but work keeps me busy' he told you.

"And what exactly is it that you do?" you questioned, a genuine curiosity in your voice.

'I thought I said we could discuss this at a later date?' Jesse signed and you wished you could see his face. Was he amused or irritated? You assumed amused or neutral, since his body language didn't change.

"Is that your excuse to see me again?" you asked playfully, making him chuckle. The slight shake of his shoulders put a bright smile on your face.

"If you don't mind me asking...what's with the mask?" you wondered if that has something to do with his work. Once again, you hoped it wasn't an offensive question, you were truly just quizzical and you hoped he understand that you meant no harm.

'Consider it...a brand. People like to see it' he explained, another vague answer.

"How mysterious" you hummed.

'How come you wanted to join your father so bad this evening?' it was his turn to question you.

"He said I needed to get out the house more, and I figured that some fancy business party would help me break out of the rut I'm in" you answered and he nodded, at least you're honest.

He didn't respond, instead pulling his phone back out of his pocket, unlocking it and pressing something before handing it over to him. You took it, a look of confusion on your face until you looked down at the screen.

You bit back a smile as you saw the 'enter new contact' screen. You glanced up at him before turning your attention back to the phone, typing in your name and phone number.

"Just so we can have that business talk, right?" you asked playfully as you handed the phone back.

'Of course' Jesse nodded before taking the phone from you.

Before he could put it back in his pocket, a familiar voice interrupted you both. "Mr Cromeans" you turned to see your father approaching and tried hide your disappointment. "Thank you for taking care of my daughter, but we really should be going" he came to stand by your side.

"No need to thank me" Jesse's phone spoke, an unseen smirk behind his mask, "hopefully I'll see you both soon."

"Of course, I'll be waiting on the next invitation" your father nodded. He really did intend on attending the next event, though he didn't intend on bringing you along next time.

"Next time I'll send one for Y/n as well" as soon as the robotic words came out, you sense your father tense but ignored it.

"Thank you, Mr Cromeans" you smiled.

"Call me Jesse" he reminded you, "I'll see you both soon."

"See you soon, Jesse" you nodded before your father placed a hand on your shoulder and ushered you away from the masked man.

As the two of you stepped out of the front door, your father spoke again, "I don't think you should attend another event hosted by Mr Cromeans."

"Sure. Whatever you say, dad" you shrugged, sounding every unconvincing.

Your father tensed again, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He had no clue what to do about the situation he had found himself in. The business he had involved himself in was dangerous and depraved and he wanted you nowhere near it. Perhaps this was some sort of twisted karma, he had enjoyed seeing others hurt and now he wanted to protect you from the man who had hurt them...

After the event, you returned home with your father and Jesse returned to his own home. Both of you with each other on your minds. It shouldn't have been that surprising that the charming head of this mysterious "Organisation" had caught your attention, but you had captured his as well.

That night, Jesse did some digging. Of course the Organisation had some information on their investors and their customers since they're line of work is rather...sensitive, to say the least. Having something to hold over their head ensured their own security.

Some research on your father led him to some information on you and once he knew enough of the basics, he set Spann a task. To find out more about you.

Once Jesse feels like he knows enough, he'll put the number you put into his phone to good use.

#slasher #jesse cromeans x reader #chromeskull x reader #jesse chromeans #chromeskull

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fanfic-love-show · 3 years ago

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Aranel o Brun

Pairing: (?)Jaskier x (?)reader x (?)Geralt

Summary: You’d met Jaskier and Geralt many many times, however you never seem to remember how or what happened. But you’ve noticed that whenever you’re with them, you hear an undecipherable language that you’ve never heard of before…

Warning: Honestly I don’t know.

Word Count: 1023

A/N: Believe it or not, I’m not dead. I swear to god I will update everything as soon as I can and the requests that are queued aren’t being ignored. This is something a little different but I hope you enjoy and as always let me know what you think!

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You’d met Geralt and Jaskier numerous times in the past. Your first encounter with the two was in a village called White Orchard. A very lovely, quiet town that had you settling in quite comfortably.

The Witcher and his bard had stumbled across the village by chance; a good one however as both of them were low on coin so it was an ideal situation. They did the usual: Geralt asking for hunts (none were available) and Jaskier entertained the audience at the Inn endlessly.

That’s where they found you. Being one to travel alone, you opted to stay out of eye sight and hung around on the table in the corner. Jaskier began singing his famous “Toss a Coin To Your Witcher” song and you hid a grin behind your ale. You adored that song, travelling across the continent you’d always hear the remnants of their influence of townsfolk.

Now you were a warrior yourself. A quieter and less known warrior granted, but a warrior nonetheless, You doubted even the WItcher knew of your profession and it was widely known they had a wide scope of knowledge.

So you sat at the wooden table and casually sipped your ale listening to the bard’s amazing voice. To be honest, your drink wasn’t the best so you grimaced slightly after each gulp but accepted the consequences of your choice.

As Jaskier reached the point of escalation in the song, the entire Inn began singing as well. The atmosphere was incredible.

Nothing like you’d ever seen before.

Moving your stiff neck, you shut your eyes and allowed the music to flow through you. You leaned back and huffed contentedly.

“Toss a coin to your Witcher, oh valley of plenty. Oh valley of plenty…”

Jaskier’s voice filled the room. You were enjoying the music but paused slightly in confusion as an unknown language made itself known.

“Aranel o Brun, nanwen nna Nin an cwedri sam ea toldea. Ci Thog admember Ach do al psar, as Athon. help ci as o ia.”

You snapped your eyes open then but didn’t see anyone talking to you, nor did you hear that strange language anymore. You glanced wearily around the room for a second and after studying each individual, you were content that none of them had said it. Which consequently left you to ponder what exactly that just was.

Jaskier was nearing the end of his song and presumably his entire entertainment as he’d been at it for hours now and had collected enough coin to last at least a month and a half.

Once he finally finished his song, he said his thanks and ordered a drink at the bar before seemingly searching the Inn for a certain someone. When he pinpointed said someone, his eyebrows raised and a smile split across his face as he raised himself off of the stool and paraded in your direction. His attention wasn’t on you, it was on the Witcher who was lingering by the wall to your left.

“Ah! My dear Geralt, enjoy the show, my friend?” He questioned joyously. Hiding behind your ale again, you grinned slightly at the unenthusiastic silence Geralt supplied him with. Jaskier paused just in front of him and a small pout formed. “Oh no matter. I’m sure this lovely lady did, did she not?”

Then he sat down in front of you abruptly and gazed questioningly into your eyes. Raising an amused eyebrow you responded, “It was entertaining, yes bard.” If possible his grin grew further and he brought his hands up to his face and leant on them, bringing more intensity into his gaze.

“See,” he drawled. “I told you she liked it.” Gerlat huffed and rolled his eyes, before he too sat down next to Jaskier. Instead of Jaskier’s relaxed posture, he was as straight as a pole and appeared on guard. Apprehensive of what, you weren’t sure but took note and increased your skepticism and a twinkle in Geralt’s eye told you he noticed too.

Eyebrows still raised, you asked, “Not that I don’t appreciate the company, gentlemen, but why exactly are you sitting at my table?”

They both exchanged a look then. Jaskier turned back to you. “It would be wrong of us to leave a lovely lady such as yourself alone in a place like this, don’t you think?”

You blinked at them. “I have been coping perfectly fine on my own thank you.” You tilted your head slightly and noticed how it was pitch black outside. “My apologies um, Geralt, Jaskier. I’m afraid I must leave you two alone for the night. Thank you for your company, however brief it was.”

Standing up, you were about to adjust your belt when Geralt’s hand snapped around yours. His solid grip surrounded your wrist and you considered him carefully. “Yes?”

His eyes bore straight back into yours. “Geralt,” Jaskier sang and he seemed to catch himself and lower his eyes to the floor slowly. “You should know better by now.”

Geralt side-eyed him maliciously and Jaskier smiled bittersweet back at him. Turning his attention back to you, he ignored Geralt’s iron grip on your arm in exchange for a few words again. “Now, (Y/N). You won’t remember yet and that’s okay. It’ll take time and patience, but you need to understand, darling; you listen to us now. To me, okay?”

Blinking rapidly, you reached for the dagger you kept concealed in your belt when Geralt spoke in that strangely familiar language again.

“Fúmë.”

And when you succumbed to sleep, Geralt was right there to catch you and take you up to their room.

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When you woke up the next morning, you had no recollection of the night before. Merely remembering making pleasant conversation with the bard and his Witcher.

Peeling yourself away from the bed, you packed what little belongings you had and left the Inn as soon as you could, trekking through the forest for the next village you stumble across.

What you didn’t notice as you left were the two pairs of black eyes following your movements. Nor would you until it was too late…

#geralt masterlist #Geralt x reader #geralt of rivia #the witcher #geralt

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fanfic-love-show · 3 years ago

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The Watermelon Song

Summary: Steve likes reader, but thinks she's too young for him. Based on this request!

Warnings: unspecified age gap (reader is ~19/20ish but it's never expressly mentioned), mention of abduction/torture, anxious reader

Word Count: 8100

a/n: ahh, this was pretty fun to right once I figured out how to start it! My heart goes out to those in houston who can't see Harry tonight :/ but it did inspire this fic. Also, the outfit I describe in this fic was inspired by this tik tok!

Masterlist

"Hey Pete! You ask MJ out yet?" You greeted your best friend with a smile, already feeling more at ease in his presence. Some might find it odd that your best friend is years younger than you and in high school, but you don't meet a wide range. And Peter is the perfect best friend.

When Tony found you in an abandoned Hydra base, you were very nearly dead. The agents deemed you unworthy of saving when they made their escape, leaving you chained in a room with no means of escape. If not for the Avengers, you would have died in that room. Or perhaps been forced to help Hydra had they finally been able to control your powers.

You were taken by Hydra when you were 15 years old. They killed your mother in front of you, reducing your living relatives to zero. After a few years of experimenting on you, the scientists were able to mutate your DNA. Although nothing seemed amiss at first, strange things started happening around you.

Anything electronic would experience a sort of power surge in your presence, ranging in power from causing static on a radio to blowing up a microwave. They had moved on to figuring out how to control your powers when they had to abandon the base you were being held in. Since it had been over a year and a half with no progress, they left you behind like trash.

The room you were kept in was lined with six feet of concrete on each side, effectively cutting you off from any source of electricity. Honestly, you considered it a miracle Tony was able to detect your heartbeat when searching the base.

"No," Peter rolled his eyes in your general direction, setting aside the web shooter he was tinkering with. "I'll have you know, I have a plan to ask her out when we're in Italy."

You pouted at his response, not needing the reminder that he was leaving for a few weeks. Since coming to the compound and learning to control your powers, Peter has been your closest, and really only, friend. The two of you bonded over the shared experience of developing powers overnight with no idea of how to control them.

Granted, the circumstances differed. Still, he understood how hard it was to adapt to life as an Avenger. Without Peter, you'd likely still be holed up in your room trying to figure out how to talk to the team in passing. The anxiety and stress you felt in large groups could be overwhelming. Having Peter to anchor you was beyond helpful. The two of you were like the siblings the other never had.

"Who am I supposed to hang out with if you're not here." You practically whined, falling into the chair behind you.

"You could, hear me out, talk to Steve?" Peter's eyes twinkled with mischief, his laughter audible when you abruptly looked around the room.

"How dare you call me out in such a public place." You murmured, sitting back down after confirming the room was empty. "And you know why I can't do that."

Steve was... intimidating to you. Not in a bad way, more like a he's-so-perfect-I-can't-talk-to-him-or-I'll-die type of way. You never failed to be a stuttering mess when he was in the room, even if he wasn't part of the conversation. Not that you were extremely sociable in the first place. You'd always been a shy and reserved person, and Hydra didn't help with that. The only person you actually had conversations with outside of missions is Peter.

"You always push me to talk to MJ, I'm just returning the favor." He shrugged, finally sitting down next to you. "I'll be gone for three weeks, it's the perfect time for you to branch out."

You rolled your eyes again, knowing he was right but not liking what you were hearing. It was true, he only bugged you about Steve as much as you bugged him about MJ. Plus, you really couldn't hide in your room the entire time he was in Italy. That would be too sad, even for you.

"Fine. I'll try to branch out... but just a little bit!" You could already see how proud he was of you for even promising to try. "But I'm not making a move on Steve... yet." You relented, knowing he'd likely eventually talk you into it... years down the line.

"That's all I ask." Peter smiled. "Plus, as soon as I get back we'll go to that concert together." That put a smile on your face, just as Peter intended. One of your biggest comforts after leaving Hydra quickly became music. Whether it be musicals, country, pop, or something else, you always turn to music to help escape. You've been looking forward to Harry Styles Love on Tour for over a year.

"Let's go make the most of your last night stateside." You joked, pulling him from the lab. The two of you ended up in the theater Tony had built for movie nights, watching Peter's favorite Star Wars. It was always an activity you enjoyed because Peter looked so happy every time he watched it, no matter how recently he'd seen it. There wasn't a more perfect activity for a send off event.

Naturally, the two of you fell asleep three movies in, leading to Peter rushing out in the morning to make it to his flight. It was a very on brand goodbye for Peter, always rushing from one thing to another.

Either way, he left you to your own devices in the kitchen, unsure of how to make good on your promise to try to branch out. Thankfully, an opportunity presented itself fairly quickly.

Wanda and Natasha came into the kitchen while you were still eating breakfast. The two had clearly just finished a workout and were laughing together as they started making smoothies.

"Hey, Y/N! Nat and I are going into the city for some shopping after this. Do you want to come?" Wanda extended the invitation, hopeful that you'd want to join them. With Peter gone, the entire team decided to make sure you knew they were there for you to talk to.

"Um, ye-yes. I'll come." You hesitantly answered, knowing Peter would be a proud little brother if he could see you now. "I'll just go get dressed." You quickly cleaned up from breakfast, bumping into a solid mass of muscle on your way out of the room. Two strong hands keeping you from falling over. "Sorry, I didn't see- oh, Steve?" Your eyes went wide when you realized just who you bumped into.

"Y/N, hi." Steve stopped in the doorway, hands releasing your shoulders once he was sure you were stable. He suddenly cleared his throat, one hand moving to rub the back of his neck. The two of you were just looking at each other when Nat spoke up.

"Good morning, Steve. Enjoy your run?" She smirked, eyes sparkling with a secret when the two of you break eye contact to look at her.

"What? Oh, um, yes. Same as always." Steve moved to his right, trying to get around you. Unfortunately, you moved to your left, effectively blocking his path. You both laughed, moving the opposite direction only to once again block each other's way. Finally, Steve put his hand on your shoulder, urging you to move to your right while he stepped to his own right.

"There we go." Steve smiled, his cheeks dusted with red. You could feel the heat in your own face, causing you to mutter your thanks before running to your room. Steve watched you go, turning back to the two women in the kitchen once you were out of sight.

"Y/N, hi." Wanda imitated the lower timber of Steve's voice, making lovey dovey eyes at Nat.

"Steeeve." Nat replied, her voice mocking your own, drawing out the syllable of Steve's name and returning Wanda's lovey dovey eyes.

"Oh, leave it alone, would you?" Steve grumbled, forcefully pulling bags of frozen fruit from the freezer. He added everything to the blender as quickly as possible, turning it on to drown out their teasing remarks.

"Just ask her out!" Nat shouted over the noise, grinning ear to ear when Steve's cheeks turned even redder. Steve turned the blender up, looking nowhere but at the spinning fruit.

The second the noise stopped, Wanda was ready with more ribbing. "She would definitely say yes!" Just then, Sam and Bucky joined the group in the kitchen.

"Who, Y/N?" Bucky questioned, trying to come to speed with the conversation.

"Say yes to Steve?" Sam eyed them, his grin growing. "Of course she would if he wasn't too chicken shit to make a move."

Steve rolled his eyes while pouring his smoothie into a travel cup. All it took was one night with Thor's Asgardian mead, and the team managed to coax him into confessing his feelings for you.

"I regret meeting all of you." Steve muttered, no real mirth in his words. The team laughed, calling more taunts as he quickly escaped to the elevator.

You were quiet on the way to the city, replaying the miniscule conversation you had with Steve in the kitchen. You barely said a handful of words to him, but it was enough to feel that familiar pit of nerves in your stomach. After visiting a few different stores, the three of you stopped for lunch.

"So, Y/N... what do you think of Steve?" Wanda questioned you, drawing you out of your own thoughts. It took a second for you to register the words, but you could feel the heat returning to your face once you understood the question.

"Not you too." You muttered, unfortunately loud enough for the two women to hear.

"Too?" Nat smirked, glad to have caught your comment.

"Ugh, Peter won't leave me alone about it! Although, it's fair because I bug him about MJ too." You rolled your eyes at the mention of your antics with Peter, something the rest of the team didn't know the details of.

"Peter Parker... teases you about your crush on Steve?" Nat quirked an eyebrow, curious as to how she was unaware of something like that.

"Yeah, but I told him I wasn't gonna do anything about it yet. So, he expects nothing from me but to actually talk to somebody else on the team, which I'm doing." You mumbled, not realizing just how much you were giving away. Without any response, you continued talking to fill the slightly awkward silence.

Nat and Wanda watched as you gushed about your friendship with Peter and your feelings for Steve, confirming what they already suspected. You talked through the entire of lunch, answering any questions they threw in.

You didn't even realize how much you had been speaking until the two of them had finished eating and you barely started. They brushed off your apologies, convincing you to eat while they took turns telling you different stories and information about themselves.

After lunch, you went shopping again. You hadn't bought anything earlier, and both Nat and Wanda were eager to talk you into getting some new clothes.

"What about this?" Nat held up a yellow sweater with a bow on the back, but it's not really your style. You offered her a smile, explaining how you don't need any new clothes. It does little to deter the two women from asking your opinion on anything they think you might like.

Finally, Wanda holds up a pink, plaid oversized blazer. A matching skirt was hanging next to her on the display. Your response died in your throat, head tilting while you look at the set. Before you could respond, Nat came up with a pair of shoes and a black corset top type thing. The neckline of the top was covered in lace, and the shoes match the color of the plaid on the blazer.

"I can wear this to the concert!" You excitedly whispered to yourself, unaware of the smiles on Wanda and Nat's faces. They were just glad to have found something for you.

After buying the clothes, the three of you head back to the compound. You were so exhausted after a full day of shopping, you went to your room and slept, completely missing dinner.

You woke up around 5, stomach grumbling and throat dry. After you climbed out of bed, you realized you were still wearing your clothes from yesterday, so you quickly changed into pajamas before heading to the kitchen for a snack and water.

Upon entering the kitchen, you spotted none other than one Steve Rogers, dressed for his morning run. You froze in the doorway momentarily, but before you could turn around he spotted you. He smiled in greeting, his hands preoccupied with filling his water bottle.

You smiled in return as you moved further into the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets in search of a snack. The two of you moved around each other awkwardly, both wanting to say something but unable to find the words.

He was closing his water bottle when you sat down with your snack, a packet of pop tarts you found in the back of the pantry. It wasn't even in the box, so the flavor was a mystery.

"Any guesses?" You asked, gesturing to the silver foil packet. When he raised his eyebrow in question, you spoke up again. "The flavor... I'm thinking s'mores." Guessing mystery flavors or things in the kitchen was one of yours and Peter's favorite games to pass the time between meetings.

He smirked in response, instantly confident he knew who bought the poptarts, and in turn what flavor they would be. "Brown sugar cinnamon."

"You sound pretty sure." You narrowed your eyes at him, questioning his confidence.

"Considering Tony and Sam are the only two childish enough to actually buy pop tarts, and Sam would never be careless enough to lose a packet, it's more than likely Tony bought that poptart. He only likes two flavors, and one of them was discontinued years ago, so let's hope it's not that one. That leaves brown sugar cinnamon." Steve grinned, proud to show off his deductive reasoning.

"Damn, Detective Rogers. I only guessed s'mores because it's definitely the best flavor, and I was hopeful." You both laughed, grinning at each other for slightly longer than what would be deemed normal.

Two pairs of eager eyes watched as you tore open the foil, laughter only growing when you revealed two pop tarts covered in white icing and red and green sprinkles. Strawberry.

"We're both losers today, Steve." You giggled, already breaking the edges of the pastry off to eat first. He smiled in return, picking up his water bottle and moving toward the door.

"You're right about that. I'll see you later?" He questioned from doorway.

"Yeah," you nodded. "I'll see you later." Watching as he moved down the hallway, you called one more thing to him. "Enjoy your run!"

Your smile lingered as you finished eating. It lingered when you changed for training. It even lingered when Nat knocked you down over and over in your hand to hand practice. In fact, it lingered until you fell asleep, replaying the little laughs over and over as you started dreaming.

It may have been one conversation- and a very short one at that- but it was a full conversation you made it through without the nerves taking over, and that was a reason to smile.

Your days began to follow a similar pattern. You'd go to training, spend time with Nat and Wanda, and occasionally talk to Steve. Your conversations even grew to be longer than 5 minutes. You didn't mind the repetition. In fact, it was comfortable, especially because your previous routine of annoying Peter had been disrupted.

You'd grown so accustomed to this new normal, that Tony's proclamation for a team movie night caught you completely off guard. Even Peter had never been able to convince you to join in on an event with the entire team, and he tried. A lot.

But, you'd never been invited by Tony in front of everyone before either. It would have been so much worse to announce to everyone that you were too anxious to spend a night with them.

"Sounds like fun!" You faked your enthusiasm, trying to appease the billionaire in front of you.

"Yes! I knew you'd come around. I'm that good." Tony continued mumbling about his achievement as you excused yourself. You were already overthinking everything that you could do to embarrass yourself, and needed an outlet for all of your nervous energy.

While you slipped out of the room, already cataloguing everything you could clean or reorganize in your room by the time you made it to the elevator, Nat and Wanda were already conspiring with Bucky and Sam to sit you and Steve next to each other during the movie.

"Whatever your planning, I want no part in it." Steve eyed the group suspiciously, observant enough to notice their conspiring.

"We were just discussing snack options for during the movie." Wanda shrugged, a mischievous smile showing through her casual facade. Steve watched on with suspicion as the group dispersed, leaving him with a slightly uneasy feeling.

You spent the rest of the day in your room trying to forget about the movie night. It wouldn't be so bad if you had spent any amount of time with Bruce, Thor, Clint, Scott, Tony, Bucky, and Sam outside of missions.

Of course, you trust them with your life and hope they feel the same when you're fighting the evils of the world together, but you've never spent time with them like you have Peter, Nat, and Wanda. You hadn't even had one on one conversations with them like you had with Steve.

Even worse, you know it's your own fault that you haven't spent time with them. You've seen Bruce and Tony in the lab, offering a wave when you pass through. Thor and Scott have always offered to include you in their antics. The same goes for Sam and Bucky. Nat even offered for you to come visit Clint and his family with her.

You've just haven't completely adapted to your new life as part of the Avengers. Training wise, everything was going swimmingly, but socially? Up until a two and a half weeks ago, you only ever talked to Peter! It's been challenging trying to figure out who you are after everything Hydra did to you.

In your efforts to forget your social anxiety, you reorganized your closet and desk, washed your sheets, remade your bed, and vacuumed the floor all before noon. Then you dusted every available surface you could find.

Once your room was done, you moved on to the hallways, then the kitchen, then the living room. By the time you were done, every residential part of the building you could access was spotless. You were just putting away your cleaning supplies when Friday announced it was time for the movie.

You glanced at the clock, realizing it was in fact 8 pm and you hadn't stopped cleaning for lunch, let alone dinner. You took a few deep breaths to steel your nerves, trying to prepare yourself for interacting with nearly the entire team at once.

When you finally made it down to the theater room, everyone but Steve was already there. You didn't even have time to think about how strange it was for Steve to be late with how quickly Nat was dragging you over to the only open couch to sit with her. She sat against the armrest, pulling you down into the middle to sit beside her.

She started pestering you about where you'd been all day, but rolled her eyes and stopped when Tony clapped for everyone's attention.

"Friday held a vote earlier, and of those who answered," Tony glared at you- you must not have noticed Friday's question in the middle of your cleaning- "Hush won out."

You hadn't heard of the movie, but when you opened your mouth to ask about it, Tony cut you off.

"No objections from people who didn't vote. Nat, will you help Sam with the popcorn?" His smirk had you on edge, but once again he gave no room for questions.

Just as Tony was asking Friday to open Netflix, Steve came jogging into the room. He quickly surveyed for an open seat, finding the only empty spot being the one next to you. He shuffled further into the room with a sheepish smile, feeling bad for interrupting even though the movie hadn't actually started.

"Did I miss anything?" He whispered, leaning closer to you to keep the volume down. You felt the familiar nerves in your stomach, but managed to whisper back an answer.

"We're watching Hush? I guess there was a vote..." You shrugged, not knowing anything about the movie or the vote.

"Dang, I voted for Little Women." He mumbled. "I've never been a fan of the jump scares in horror movies. They've always felt tacky."

You felt the heat drain from your face at his words. Even the typical blush from just being around Steve couldn't overpower the anxiety you felt at having to watch a horror movie with the team. You don't mind horror films per say, but you normally watched them in the comfort of your own room with Peter there for you to hide behind.

Steve could tell something was wrong by the way your whole body tensed and your eyes widened. "Are you okay?" He whispered, leaning even closer in an attempt to calm you.

"Fine. I'm fine. Totally fine. Everything is a-o-k. Peachy keen." You gave him a strained smile, swallowing the nerves you could feel building. One look at the disbelieving look on his face had you spilling your guts during the opening sequence of the film.

"I just normally watch horror movies with Peter. And he lets me hide behind him during the scary parts." You hid your face in your hands, embarrassed to admit to being easily scared during movies. Steve slowly reached for your hands, leaning down so he could look into your eyes.

"I won't tell anyone. And, you... you can hide behind me. If you want!" He nervously mumbled, eyes downcast after he said it. You squeezed his hand that still held your own, smiling and mouthing thank you as the movie started.

Oddly enough, Nat never returned to sitting on the couch with you. After she and Sam came back with bowls of popcorn, the two of them sat on a sectional in the back with Bucky, Wanda, and Vision.

The movie definitely wasn't the scarier than the scariest one Peter had watched with you, but in combination with your stress of being in such a large group, it got to you. Halfway through the movie you were practically glued to Steve's side.

You held tightly to his arm, lifting it up to shield your face when you wanted to hide from the screen. Occasionally you'd jump, burying your face between Steve's shoulder and the couch. He smiled each time you squeezed his bicep, fighting between enjoying having you so close and feeling guilty that you were so scared.

Bucky, Sam, Nat, and Wanda were all grinning as they watched the two of you get closer and closer throughout the movie. The four of them couldn't even explain the most basic premise of the film if they combined the parts they'd individually paid attention to. The group was so focused on you and Steve, they were surprised to see the lights turning back on.

They managed to pretend to be cleaning up the bowls of popcorn and straightening the pillows when you and Steve walked past them.

"i'll walk you to your room?" Steve offered, eager to talk to you even if just for a few minutes.

"Oh, um, thanks." You blushed, smiling at the ground. "And thank you for uh, everything during the movie. I completely understand it's a fictional story, but the idea of a masked man tormenting me in the woods freaks me out." You laughed at your own antics.

Steve smiled, nodding along to your explanation. "That's completely fair."

You just smiled, slightly bumping Steve with your shoulder because you couldn't find the words to convey how happy you were in the moment. You made it to your door much faster than you would've liked.

"This is where I say goodnight." Steve grinned, for once maybe believing you could have feelings for him.

"Oh, goodnight." You bit your lip, nervous about what you actually wanted to say. Just before he turned to leave, you called out, "Steve?"

He hummed in response, having a hard time focusing when you pulled your bottom lip into your mouth and released it.

"Will you stay?" His eyes widened and his mouth fell open, causing your nerves to skyrocket. "Nevermind! I shouldn't of- just pretend like I didn't say that. I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight!" You quickly ran into your room, practically slamming the door to avoid having to face any more embarrassment.

You forced yourself to get ready for bed as quickly as possible, hoping with sleep you'd be able to escape the look of shock on Steve's face. Luckily for you, the embarrassment outweighed any lingering fear you felt from the movie. Unluckily, the embarrassment still prevented you from sleeping. Instead you stared at the ceiling, coming up with a plan for avoiding your problems tomorrow.

Steve tried knocking. Hell, he tried opening the door but it was locked. He could've kicked himself for messing that up. An entire night sleeping in bed with you sounded like a dream come true, he just wasn't expecting the question. Eventually, he gave up trying to get you to speak to him and made his way back to his room.

Unfortunately for him, the night didn't end there. When he walked through the door, two of his best friends were waiting for him.

"Where have you been?" Bucky smirked, clearly knowing the answer.

Steve sighed, ignoring Bucky and Sam in favor of changing into pajamas. When he emerged from the bathroom, the two men were still staring at him expectantly.

"C'mon, man! We saw you two during the movie." Sam grinned, He was genuinely happy for Steve, but he wouldn't pass up the opportunity for a bit of light teasing. Much to his chagrin, Steve couldn't stop the blush he felt heating his face.

"I knew it! Did you tell her how you feel? Did you kiss her? Did she kiss you? Did-" Bucky abruptly stopped his line of questioning when he actually looked at Steve. "You didn't. Did you? What happened?" He practically whined.

Steve sighed again. He definitely didn't have the energy for this right now. "She just said something that surprised me and then panicked when I didn't respond. I'll talk to her tomorrow. Now please leave."

Steve ushered them out of the room, ignoring any and all advice they threw his way. Once he was alone, he finished getting ready for bed, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't seem to fall asleep. Instead, he stared at the ceiling practicing what he would say to you tomorrow.

After spending nearly the entire night thinking about how to confess his feelings, Steve decided to make you breakfast. The only problem was that he didn't know what you liked. He'd never seen you making breakfast since he was always on a run when you ate.

Since Peter wasn't even in the country, Nat and Wanda were his best bet to find out what you'd like. Unfortunately, the two of them were nowhere to be found. They weren't in their rooms, the gym, the kitchen, or any of the living rooms. Friday must have taken pity on him because she abruptly asked, "Would you like helping finding someone, Captain Rogers?"

Steve cursed himself for forgetting about the AI, and quickly responded. "Please! Where are Natasha and Wanda?"

"Agent Romanoff and Ms. Maximoff left the compound early this morning with Ms. L/N. It is currently unknown when they will return."

"Oh, uh, thank you, Friday." Steve mumbled. He was confused as to what would cause you to leave early on a day with no scheduled training or missions. Normally, you and Peter slept in as late as you could manage.

Since making you breakfast would now be useless, Steve spent the day how he would any other time he had emotions he couldn't express- running an excessive amount and breaking a few punching bags.

Meanwhile, you were in full panic mode. You waited as long as you could manage in your room, but the second you saw any sign of sunlight you were getting dressed. Once you were ready for the day, you sought out Nat and Wanda to go with you back to the city. Luckily, they were both awake, although just barely.

"Where are we going?" Nat eyed you curiously, trying to figure out what happened last night without asking.

"And why so early? Wanda yawned while she brushed her hair.

You fidgeted your hands, feeling guilty for bothering them on everyone's day off. "I'm sorry! I was just really excited for the concert in a few days, and I realized I don't have any accessories to wear." You recited the cover story you came up with knowing they wouldn't believe you, but hoping they'd let it go for now. Fortunately they did, accompanying you to the city as long as you could stop for coffee on the way.

About ten minutes after they had their caffeine in hand, Nat and Wanda started questioning your story.

"I thought you already had the jewelry you wanted to wear to the concert?" Nat casually started the conversation. Wanda hummed in agreement, turning to look at you from the passenger seat.

"Yeah, but I wanted to get something different." You offered as an excuse.

"And this has nothing to do with a certain blonde haired super soldier?" Nat smirked.

"No..." You tried, but you knew it was of no use. One disbelieving look from Wanda and you told them everything that happened last night.

"...and now I have to avoid him for the next few days until Peter comes home and gives me an excuse to never talk to him again." You huffed, dramatically leaning back into your seat with your eyes closed to avoid their sympathetic looks.

"Y/N, I really think if you just talk to him this could all be figured out." Wanda tried to change your mind, but to no avail.

"Wanda, you didn't see the look on his face." You whined. "He looked like he'd rather jump out of a plane sans parachute than spend another second in my presence."

"In his defense, he doesn't need any encouragement to jump out of a plane without a parachute." Nat supplied, trying to lighten the mood.

"What?!" Your eyebrows shot up, face scrunched in confusion.

"A story for another time." Wanda glared at Nat. "Seriously, you should just talk to him."

"I'll think about it." You were definitely not going to think about it. "Can we just forget about it for now?"

Nat and Wanda agreed, moving on to talking about what jewelry you could match with your outfit for Harry's concert.

You managed to spend well into the evening, in the city. It made avoiding Steve much easier than you initially anticipated. Once back at the compound, you had the excuse of putting your newly acquired accessories in your room to escape for the night. Since you had eaten dinner before coming home, you had no reason to leave your room again.

Steve came and knocked on the door, but you just pretended to be asleep to avoid the conversation. A part of you felt guilty with how upset he sounded, but it was still too embarrassing to even think about opening the door.

The next morning, you enlisted Friday's help to avoid running into Steve in the compound. Whenever he was seemingly on his way to your location, Friday would warn you, giving you a chance to escape unnoticed.

It worked so well, the only time you saw him was during team training. With so many people around, he didn't want to bring up the conversation you had that night. Luckily for you, Tony had some questions for him after the workouts ended, giving you a chance to escape yet again.

You kept up this pattern for the next two days, managing to avoid Steve at all costs. Nat and Wanda tried pressing you to talk to him, but you couldn't handle the heartbreak that would come with the inevitable rejection. If you didn't talk to him, you could still hold out hope, no matter how flawed that concept seemed.

The only thing keeping you sane through the incredibly paranoing few days was Peter coming home and going to the concert. You were so excited to see your best friend again, that you could barely sleep the night before he was due to return.

You woke up in such a good mood that it changed your perspective on everything that had happened. Maybe talking to Steve was better than pretending nothing happened. It would do wonders for your blood pressure after all. It was decided. You would actually talk to Steve- after the concert of course.

However, your good mood lasted all of three minutes. When you checked your phone to make sure you still had time before you had to leave for the airport, you saw a text from Peter. His flight was cancelled due to the impending storm due to hit New York.

Unfortunately, because of the weather, he couldn't find another flight back until the next day, meaning he wouldn't make it back for the concert. Of course you understood he had no control over the weather, but it still ruined your excitement for the day.

You texted him back something about it being okay and how you were sad to have to wait another day before seeing him, then face planted back onto your bed. You stayed in that position until your phone dinged again, signalling a new instagram notification.

Harry Styles posted to their story

You clicked on the banner, sighing when the news matched what you expected. Unfortunately, because of the impending storm, it wasn't safe to have the concert tonight.

The two things keeping you sane for the past few days weren't going to happen. You sighed, ultimately deciding to check your email and figure out what was going to happen with your tickets. Hopefully the show would be rescheduled and you would still be able to go.

You flopped back onto your bed, no longer excited to start the day. Maybe you just needed to take a nap and start over with new expectations. So that's exactly what you did.

When you woke up again, it was nearly 1 pm. If you had been able to pick Peter up, the two of you would have been on your way back to the compound to get ready for the show by now. So, that's what you decided to do. Yeah, you wouldn't be going anywhere, but you could still dress up.

You jumped out of bed with slightly more energy than before, excited to do something other than wallow.

"Friday, can you shuffle Harry Styles please?" You smiled when she immediately started shuffling his two studio albums. "Thank you!"

You took your time in the shower, enjoying the hot water on your aching muscles. Avoiding Steve has made you so tense.

After your shower, you went through the steps of your hair routine. You originally planned something to keep your hair off your neck, but since you weren't actually going anywhere, you styled it in a more relaxed look.

Then you did your makeup. It took awhile for you to achieve the look you wanted, but eventually you had two nearly identical cat eyes with a soft pink glam look. You went for a bright, almost red, liquid lipstick to really have fun with it.

By the time you were getting dressed, you had already listened through both albums twice. The repetition didn't bother you though. In fact, listening to all of your favorite songs over and over put you in a better mood. You danced around your room, practically screaming along to Canyon Moon and Only Angel.

You were especially having fun when you were adding the final touches to your outfit and Kiwi started playing. Your jumping around made it more difficult to clasp the necklace, but at this point you were having too much fun to be bothered by something so trivial.

You only stopped dancing when you wanted to take a picture to send to Peter. Hopefully he was doing something fun with his friends while stuck in Italy for another night. You smiled in the picture, genuinely happy with how the day ended up after such a pitiful start.

After sending the snap, you realized just how hungry and thirsty you were. Getting ready while dancing is a lot of work! So, you slipped off your shoes, not actually needing them in the compound, and made your way to the kitchen.

Friday paused the music in your room, starting it up again in the kitchen when you arrived to an empty room. You smiled to yourself, bobbing your head to the music as you looked for a recipe. Deciding to treat yourself to a home cooked meal instead of a bag of chips, you searched through the pantry for every ingredient you'd need to make your grandma's mac and cheese.

It wasn't a fancy recipe by any means, but it has never failed to cheer you up. You got to work boiling the pasta and cutting up the ham and slices of american cheese. It only took about 20 minutes to get it in the oven to bake.

You sat on a stool by the island, mindlessly scrolling through social media while you waited for the timer to be done. You were so caught up in reading some random article, you didn't notice when Steve came into the kitchen.

He froze when he saw you. He hadn't even been looking for you this time, so he was caught off guard to actually see you after three days of you avoiding him so efficiently. He was just about to say something when the timer went off.

Instead, he watched as you excitedly ran to the oven and removed the dish. You carefully removed the aluminum foil from the casserole pan, stirring the melted cheese into the pasta before spooning some into a bowl to eat. You nearly dropped it when you turned around and saw Steve staring at you.

"Ahh! Steve! Don't sneak up on people!" You laughed. "Do you want some mac and cheese?" You grinned, reaching for another bowl without his response. Steve was shocked. He expected you to run the second you saw him, not offer him some of your food.

Once you had two bowls of mac and cheese, you sat them next to each other on the island, gesturing for Steve to join you. He did so slowly, still unsure as to what caused your change of heart.

"Did you do something special today?" He questioned, vaguely gesturing to your outfit and makeup.

"Nope." You smiled at him, spooning more food into your mouth to cheer you up.

"Oh, well you look beautiful." He sounded so sincere, you nearly choked on your food. After you managed to swallow the food in your mouth, you replied.

"Thank you." You sighed, figuring you should explain the outfit. It did seem a bit dramatic for eating dinner in the compound kitchen by yourself. "I was supposed to go see Harry Styles tonight, but with the storm it ended up not happening."

"Harry Styles?" He scrunched his eyebrow, trying to place the name. He knew he'd heard it before, usually coming from you. "Is he your boyfriend?"

You audibly laughed, dropping your spoon into your mac and cheese to avoid spilling any. Steve watched with a confused expression, not understanding why his question was so funny.

"If only." You sighed dreamily. "Harry Styles is a singer. Peter and I were supposed to go see his concert tonight but it was cancelled because of the unsafe conditions. Pete's flight was also cancelled. I decided to get ready for the show anyway to cheer myself up." You shrugged, feeling a little weird for being so upset about a concert.

"Oh, right! Harry Styles! He sings the watermelon song?" Steve asked, making sure he had the right singer.

"Watermelon Sugar, yeah." You chuckled, feeling even happier in Steve's presence.

"Well, you really do look amazing. Maybe Harry would've seen you and asked you out." Steve tried his hand at cheering you up even more, but the words tasted bitter in his mouth.

"Doubtful. You know how many incredibly beautiful people go to his shows? So many. Besides, I may have a crush on Harry Styles but it's just a celebrity thing." When Steve raised his eyebrows in confusion, you tried to explain it better. "I mean, I'd say yes if he asked me out, don't get me wrong. I'm just not delusional enough to expect that to happen. Besides, he's not who I have actual feelings for, ya know?" You froze, realizing what you just said and who you said it to.

"Well, he'd be lucky to date someone as incredible as you." Steve's words made the butterflies erupt in your stomach again. "Who, um, who do you have feelings for? Peter?"

Again, you laughed. "No! Pete's my best friend. He's like the brother I never had."

"Oh, so who?" He pressed the question, needing to know if he you felt the same.

"Steve..." You sighed, not wanting to return to the embarrassment of a few days ago. "I don't think-"

"Please?" He whispered, turning his stool to face you. "Y/N, I can't go back to you avoiding me."

"I'm sorry. I, I never should have said anything. I just, I thought maybe you felt the same and then you looked so horrified... I won't avoid you again, okay? I might, um, I might need a few days though. Just to figure out how to act like I'm not in love with you now that I know you know I am." You got up, deciding to clean up from dinner while you spoke to distract yourself from the tears you could feel burning in your eyes.

"Y/N-" Steve tried to respond, but you cut him off.

"Really, it's okay. I get it. You probably think I'm too young or whatever. It's fine. I can't fault you for not feeling the same."

"Y/N, really I-"

"You don't have to explain yourself, Steve. I get it. I'll be fine. I promise."

"I love you too!" He didn't yell, but his words still felt like they echoed in your mind.

"You... you love me?" You whispered. You were frozen in pace, one hand holding the dish of pasta while the other held the spoon you were using to move it to the tupperware.

"I do." He answered, now moving round the island to stand next to you. He gripped your wrist, first removing the spoon from your hand and then placing the casserole dish back onto the counter. "I love you so much, and when you asked me to stay with you the other night I panicked because I didn't think you meant it in the way I wanted you too.

I thought you were scared from the movie and just wanted someone to reassure you. I knew if I stayed in that bed, I'd end up telling you how I felt and I was terrified you wouldn't feel the same. I mean, you're incredible. I thought you would want someone closer to your age. Someone who wasn't frozen for seventy years." He lamented, admitting his own insecurities.

"Steve, I don't care that you were born before my grandparents... and maybe even their parents." You joked, smiling when he let out a small chuckle. "And I don't want to date anyone else. I want to date you."

"I want to date you too." Steve moved his hands to your waist.

"Does this count as our first date?" You grinned. "I mean, I dressed up and we ate dinner together. I feel like it could count."

"Do you want it to count?" He questioned, his own smile matching yours. You nodded in response. "Why?"

"Because, if we just had our first date it means you can kiss me now because we've finished dinner." You smirked, enjoying the faint blush on his cheeks. Thankfully, he felt the same.

He kissed you with all of the pent up feeling he'd been hiding for months, and you returned the kiss with equal fervor. You were so caught up in each other, you both failed to notice as other team members entered the kitchen.

"About time, punk." Bucky interrupted the moment, grinning at the two of you like the Cheshire cat.

"I for sure thought you'd figure it out after the movie." Sam added, ignoring Steve's pointed glare.

"We really set them up for success." Wanda sighed, moving further into the kitchen to investigate the source of the delicious cheesy smell. Noticing her attention on the mac and cheese, you quickly provided a diversion.

"I made mac and cheese! You are all welcome to have some." You shoved the dish toward them, Steve supplying bowls while you grabbed more spoons. While they were distracted, you tried to slip out of the room.

"You're not eating?" Nat questioned, eyes not even leaving the mac and cheese she was serving herself.

"Nope, we already ate. Bye!" You abruptly turned, running down the hall to your room. Steve quickly followed behind you, eager to spend more time with you now that you've both admitted your feelings.

"They're not going to let us live this down." He laughed, shaking his head at their antics.

"Nope, but at least now we can team up on them." You winked, earning another small laugh from him.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" Steve asked, unsure of how the two fo you should spent the rest of your night. You nodded, pulling him over to your bed and setting up your projector.

"Have you seen any Disney Channel Originals yet?" You questioned. You dramatically gasped when he said no, knowing exactly which ones to show him first. "Okay, Lemonade Mouth or Starstruck?"

"Hmm, Starstruck, because that's how I feel around you." Steve smirked, full on grinning when you rolled your eyes.

"You're so cheesy." You laughed, but leaned even closer to him when the butterflies returned to your stomach.

"Yeah, but you love it." Steve joked back, just as eager as you to cuddle during the movie.

"That I do." You admitted, finally fully cuddling with him once the movie was set up. "Now, sit back and enjoy."

The two of you spent the rest of the night cuddling and watching movies, every so often working in a kiss or two... or twelve. Eventually you fell asleep, still wrapped up in each other's arms.

You were sitting on the couch with Steve the next day when Peter returned to the compound. You failed to notice him entering the room, too caught up in your blossoming romance.

"I can't believe I've spent the last three days avoiding you when I could've been kissing you!" You whined, snuggling closer to him.

Steve laughed, squeezing you closer in return. "Don't worry, darling. We've got forever to make up for it." He placed a kiss on the top of your head, also unaware of Peter's presence in the room.

"Wrong." Peter exclaimed, staring wide eyed at the two of you. You both jumped, startled by his sudden proclamation. "You don't have time right now, because I have questions." He pulled you from the couch, already asking question after question in the hallway on the way to your room.

"Sorry, Steve!" You shouted down the hallway, laughing at the pout on his face. He smiled to himself at the sound of your laugh.

"Just make sure you're done by dinner! We've got plans!"

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