“Did you not like the gifts? I bought them off of your wish list."
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Warnings: Obsession. Stalking.
She stares in horror at the mountain of things around her. Where did it all come from? There's no name listed. Only her own and the mention that it's a gift. The sender remained anonymous. They’d been arriving steadily for days now and she stopped opening them once she realized she doesn’t know who was sending them. She’s asked her family and friends. They all denied it.
It takes her a few moments to weave her way around the packages and get out. This has to be...a breach in security or something. She needs to figure out what and inform SHEILD just in case. The sooner it’s dealt with, the sooner things can return back to normal.
She’s walking in the doors of headquarters when someone slips into position next to her, keeping pace. She glances over before offering a nod.
“Captain,” she greets.
“I told you to call me Steve,” he says, smiling slightly as he looks at her.
She doesn’t respond. He’s offered his name before, but she’s nowhere near his level of clearance and as friendly as he is, she doesn’t know him. Not really.
He follows her into the elevator and moves to press the button for the floor she works on.
“Thirty-one this time, please,” she corrects him. He pauses for only a moment before he presses it. She bites back the question of why he doesn’t press one for his own floor.
“Heading for security?” he asks lightly. “Something wrong?” He turns towards her as he asks and she has to swallow down the tightness that grows in her throat. There’s something about the question and the way he’s looking at her, as though he’s prepared to deal with any threat that comes her way. She doesn’t deserve that kind of attention.
“Just going to ask them to look into something for me.” She doesn’t plan on saying more, but he waits and it seems like forever for the floors to pass. “I’ve just been getting deliveries I didn’t ask for.”
There is a moment of heavy silence and the Captain shifts slightly closer. She has to quell the urge to step back. It’s Captain America. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.
“Did you not like the gifts?” he asks and the question has her turning towards him in surprise. “I bought them off of your wish list.”
Her wish list was half filled with things that didn’t deliver to the country. “What?” Her voice catches in her throat.
The Captain steps towards her again. This time, she doesn’t stop herself from moving back. “I bought them for you,” he explains.
“Why?”
He stares at her like he doesn’t understand her confusion. They’ve barely spoken to one another. She’s only interacted with him when it was work-related or when they ran into each other. They’re not this close.
“Why? Because you deserve the things you want, sweetheart.”
She glances at the elevator numbers. They’re only passing the twentieth floor.
“And I’m not hesitating this time,” he says. “I’m not holding back.” There’s something in his eyes that tells her she’s stepping into dangerous territory, as though she’s facing a predator with her back to a wall.
“We don’t know each other.” Twenty-fifth floor.
“We will.”
The elevator dings before the doors open and she leaves, fighting the instinct that tells her not to turn her back on him. She doesn’t know what’s going on, but he doesn’t follow her off and for that she’s grateful. She’ll just have to let him down gently. After all, he’s Captain America. He could have anyone he wants. Surely he’d prefer someone else, someone who actually wants him, right?
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“I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?” “You’re not doing anything.” “But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?”
Darcy and any of her boys
Woo! It's still Friday here but days don't matter, lol.
Ommmggg this is hilarious.
"...I didn't know vampires could even get drunk." Darcy stares at him, completely flabbergasted at what she's seeing.
"I'm not drunk," he says, still swaying slightly. "Could a drunk person do this?" Paul flails his arm out slightly towards her but didn't move.
Darcy glances at the others behind him, the ones who are laughing hard enough to lean on each other to hold themselves up, before she stares back. "You're not doing anything."
"But...I sent you my love. Did you not get it?" They look so pitiful. It's hard to believe that these are the men who terrorize the boardwalk.
"No." That makes Marko laugh harder. She sees David trying not to roll his eyes.
Paul pouts at her before he turns to his brothers. He doesn't make it, overbalancing and falling. She bursts out laughing, joining the others.
"Come on," she moves over and bends down, helping him to his feet. He nearly yanks her down with him, but Dwayne steadies her and lifts Paul to his feet with ease. "Let's get him out of here before he does something stupid."
“I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?”
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He has his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her steady as he helps her to her apartment. "Steady," he says softly. He tries not to think about the way she's pressed against him, or how she keeps stumbling and he has to hold her closer.
She turns slightly, throwing an arm around him and peering at his face as they step into the elevator. "I like your stupid face," she says, pursing her lips together as she stares at him.
"Thank you?" he asks, trying to hold back his laughter.
"It's so stupid. It's so..." She blinks a couple times. "I like it. Can I touch it?"
"Touch it?" he asks. He turns slightly to look at her, already feeling the way her fingers brush against his jawline. He clenches it, trying not to react. Her skin is soft in comparison to his and all he can think about now is how soft she is in other places. The elevator door opens, drawing him out of his thoughts. "Come on," he helps her out, guiding her down the hall.
"Please..." she begs and he clenches his eyes shut for a moment, begging for patience and the willpower not to give in to the desire to hear how else she begs.
"Let's get you home. Tomorrow, if you still want, you can touch me wherever you want to, okay?"
"Promise?"
God, he hopes she still wants to touch him. "Promise."
