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Us Time (Author: clean-bands-dirty-stories)
Elijah Mikaelson Masterlist
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Elijah With a Human Reader That Suffers With Anxiety and is Very Sensitive (Author: auroracalisto)
Tom Riddle Masterlist
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Nightmare (Author: citrusdarling7)
Between Night and Day (Author: anawritez-posts)
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Forever Jelaous (Author: greatlydelirious)
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Divulgence (Author: laurensprentiss)
Bar Night (Author: darling-i-read-it)
Eyes Don't Lie (Author: hotchner-edu)
Protector (Author: elliewithcellie)
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Neck Pain (Author: darkforestimagines)
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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.’
*flailing arms* this made me feel butterflies. He was so smooth he actually made me nervous
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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.
Love this idea ♥️♥️
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
Always safe here babes
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
World Heritage Post
like actually though. i’m in AWE of the notecount.
reblog to give your friend a bad day
this is the monalisa of tumblr
“And to your right you’ll see the colour of the sky post, and tumblrinas desperately trying to scroll down to it’s end.”
this is it, this post started it all
NOW THAT TUMBLR HAS ANNOUNCED TO SHORTEN LONG POSTS, REBLOG TO TORMENT YOUR FOLLOWERS ONE LAST TIME
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Hello again old friend
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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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.”
If I read this to the snow it would melt instantly. That’s how warm this makes you feel 🥰
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:
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…
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!
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"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.
