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b0nes-mcgee · 6 months

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It’s time for music headcanons with the batfam, bc if I don’t get this out of my head and onto page, I’m going to implode.

Fave first, Dick is definitely a indie pop/indie rock kinda boy. Not just because I identify with that, but also bc he gives me those overly energetic, bubbly vibes, that I feel like only come from Grouplove, Vampire Weekend, and Adam Melchor. I also feel like he’s a Mitski and Boygenius kinda bitch, bc ough, boY, he has angst. Said angst can only be expressed through sad girl music, bc he will die before he ever expresses his feelings about anything to anyone.

NEXT we have Jason, I think he’s an emo ass boy, ngl, but specifically like folk punk. He listened to twin sized mattress one time, broke down crying, and hasn’t looked back. Also things like The Mountain Goats, PUP, or Modern Baseball. Ugh, I could make a whole ass playlist for this boy. If he’s with other ppl, I think he’d play something more mainstream of the emo genres, like Arctic Monkeys or The Strokes.

DAMIAN, I THINK, IS COMPLICATED. So, for one thing, he grew up in a weirdo environment, where they probably never listened to music, and if they did, it was “”tasteful”” music, for rich ppl. That, or it was culturally significant. So, I think I’m his exposure to music after moving in with Bruce, he started just absorbing absolutely all the music he could. Like, he’s an everything enjoyer. His spotify liked songs are a minefield, bc one second it’ll be playing Chet Baker, next it’s Viagra Boys, then some country shit, then Chopin, and then it’s Lil Nas X.

BABS, I think, would be a folk music/sad girl music enthusiast. She really likes Ryan Adams, Phoebe Bridgers, Hoizer, Mitski, etc. It’s something that she and Dick bonded over when they first started dating. I think with her, she appreciates the calm/slightly sad music bc she lives in a rlly crazy world, and she just wants to meditate a little when she’s sitting at that desk all day, trying to keep her family and friends alive.

Timmyyyyyy is a Kpop enjoyer. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. Specifically, he probably likes SEVENTEEN or ATEEZ a lot. He actively tries, every day of his life, to not stan any of the members, but it’s rlly hard when he’s had two hours of sleep in the past week, and Yoon was just really cute in that last interview. I also think he’s really into trap and pop. He knows all the lyrics to every recent song on the top 100 list.

Duke, I think is really into R&B. I think he’s amenable to pop/rock/rap, etc., but he really just wants something to belt out. Common occurrences are finding him in the kitchen, making an omelette, singing Amy Winehouse at the top of his lungs. If u catch him doing it tho, he gets rlly shy. His guilty pleasure is theatre music. He has to bribe his family to go see Little Shop of Horrors with him.

Stephanie has a 2000s-2010s pop addiction. Anything that makes her feel like Hannah Montana is her SHIT. She’s out here blasting Bubblegum Bitch and early Taylor Swift. You also can and will find her crying to sad One Direction songs. When she’s moody, she will unironically play My Chemical Romance. She understands pop punk a lil bit, but the lyrics tend to get male-manipulator-y, so she sticks with the bands she already knows.

Alfred likes 50s/60s jazz/pop. Frank Sinatra, Chet Baker, etc. It reminds him of home, and of his family. He also really likes old French music, like Joe Dassin. I’m ngl, I don’t know old music enough to add more to this one, but u get the idea 😭

BRUCE. Ugh. He’s definitely the kind of dad who never moved past the music of his childhood. He firmly believes that the Beatles is the best band of all time, and no one can convince him otherwise. I think he tends to gravitate towards the rock/goth end of 70s/80s music, so things like the Cure, New Order, maybe a lil bit of Siouxsie and the Banshees. His goth phase was INTENSE, Alfred can attest to this.

Edit: HOLY SHIT I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT CASS 😭😭😭

Ok, Cass is defo a similar situation to Damian, grew up with literally silence, so music is a super new thing to her. But I think she really enjoys all kinds of genres. I think that especially instrumentals get her, bc it’s just noises that she can focus on, no lyrics to distract her from the sound. I think she also likes to “sing” along to said instrumentals, but mostly it’s just making noises to the same beat and sound, but it’s very off-key.

#dc #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #tim drake #barbra gordon #stephanie brown #duke thomas #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfamily #batfam #batfam headcanons #headcanon #music headcanons #batfam music headcanons #cassandra cain

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justablah56 · 10 months

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Today's DnDads psychic damage song is "The World We Knew (Over and Over)" by Frank Sinatra. Now this could apply to any number of characters, not just the kiddads, take your pick. I think it's especially appropriate for end of season one Glenn × Morgan.

AHH ok so this is one I haven't heard before and had to go listen to it and then completely forgot I listened to it bcs of this ask lmao- but AHHHH thinking so hard abt it , absoLUTELY Glenn x Morgan , but also very Lark blaming himself for the whole doodler thing tbh , just awdhhskks very Character tbh

#just blahs #thanking you while sobbing for these song recs btw #i love them so much #but also whoiagh 😭 /pos #dndads

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lovelyirony · 4 years

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fic title: I’m falling and the sun is blinding me to your faults

i wanted to do an au of this one, so presenting: tony and rhodey, but make it villainous. i think it’d be fun!

James Rhodes is two things, first and foremost being that he is a businessman.

People call him a villain. He doesn’t really think he’s that villainous.

After all, he only took over New York. He left all the other states alone, so that has to mean something. He was gracious!

He also wouldn’t consider himself a villain because everyone who works under him gets health insurance. They don’t complain that much, although he’s gotten some about the quality of the buffet on Fridays.

Catering companies. Hit-or-miss, you know?

There have been a couple of companies who try to stop him. Rivals that hate that his products are better and employees are happier, for one. Those are easy to dismiss.

SHIELD is one company who tries, and fails. Repeatedly. It would be embarrassing, but Rhodes has respect for Agents Romanov and Hill, who have been the closest to breaking into his personal office.

The player that isn’t registering on the field is Tony Stark. Perhaps because he isn’t so much of a player on the field as an existing person who just happens to be on a field. Or a building. However you would like to imagine it.

In other universes, he walks like he owns the world because he could buy up everything and still have money left over to get ice cream at the end of the day.

In this universe, his father kicked him out of his house for various things, the most prominent being that Tony is rather partial to kissing guys and ladies, and that just simply won’t do.

(Tony also stole enough money out of his bank account to buy a house and also start his own business without his knowledge, but in the grand scheme of things, that’s just a small drop in the ocean.)

Tony made his own tech start-up business. He’s invented a few new things that hit the market discreetly, and he’s building up more and more clientele. He’s about to open another shop, and in all honesty he’s not worried about getting noticed.

This is until Rhodes comes across an employee bragging about a new repair guy who makes computers run twice as fast, charges less than most repair shops, and looks mighty fine in a tank top.

The last reason is reason enough to visit.

But also, to see who’s been fixing up Rhodes tech and can make it faster. He doesn’t know why he wouldn’t have just applied for a job.

Tony is not expecting Rhodes to enter into his building. He has people who are walk-ins, but usually you would expect a villain to make an appointment. Or not, they are villains.

“I heard that you’ve been improving my phones,” James says. He leans into Tony’s space. He smells quite nice, has a well-tailored suit, and Tony is trying very hard not to find him attractive. That’s not the sort of thing you could be focusing on.

“You gonna sue me or something?”

“No, I want to hire you.”

Tony blinks.

“Oh. No thank you.”

Rhodes pulls back.

“Why ‘no’?”

“I like my shop just fine. And you have things well-handled.”

“Could I consult you?”

“You can’t afford me.”

Rhodes grins.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Of course I am. Can I get anything for you today, or did you just want to beg me to come work for you?”

“Most people would never be this bold.”

"What would they be? Terrified in your presence?”

“More or less, yes. It’s what I prefer.”

"I don’t cater to people’s preferences, it’s a character flaw and strength,” Tony quips.

Rhodes smiles.

It’s terrifyingly beautiful, really. Tony is at a loss for words.

“I think I’m liking you, Stark.”

“Tony. You don’t call me Stark. I don’t do the last name dynamic.”

“Sweetheart, then. Not your last name.”

“Pet names, seriously?”

“Oh you got it, honey.”

“Then go on, platypus,” Tony throws back.

“Platypus? Really?”

"Pet names are on the menu, honey bunch. Just try me.”

Rhodes smiles, turning to exit.

“I’ll be in touch, darling.”

Tony leans against his desk, legs shaking underneath.

There are two problems that he’s not sure how to solve. Here they are:

1.) Rhodes now has Tony on his radar, which is probably bad because Tony will absolutely be used for world domination or whatever.

2.) Tony doesn’t really mind as long as he gets to see Rhodes because goddamn. That man could get so many things, and he probably has. And Tony wouldn’t mind being one of those things if he played his cards right.

But for now, Tony just wants to fix computers and maybe just buy a new brand of tea, but he’s honestly not sure.

Rhodes makes an appointment to meet.

Of Fucking Course.

Tony is not impressed, and is also not impressed that he comes in with a very expensive custom-made designer suit, whereas Tony is not sure the last time his pair of jeans got washed, and an old t-shirt that’s advertising an ice cream shop that is closed now.

“You love to make an entrance all the time?” Tony asks. “What can I legally do for you?”

“You’re assuming I’m making you do illegal things, babe?”

“Yes, Rhodey.”

“It’s Rhodes.”

“Hm, maybe. But not to me. Rhodey. I wanna ruin your business impression.”

Pepper snorts besides Rhodes, who is suitably impressed that Tony doesn’t give one flying fuck about the fact that he could destroy him at any point.

“I’m ordering that on your next business card deal.”

“I’ll fire you.”

“You can’t find someone as competent as me, don’t even joke.”

“I came here for an opportunity for you. You’ve managed to get some people’s computers to speed up so much. And I want you to do it with all of my employee’s computers.”

“What, you couldn’t reverse-engineer it? See what I did for yourself?”

Rhodey grins.

“I never question a handsome man’s work, darling.”

Tony turns red.

“You’re really bad with professionalism, honeysop.”

“What the hell is that?”

“What, never heard about romance in the fifteenth century? Boring.”

“Will you do the job or not?”

“What are the terms, the conditions, and how much are you paying?”

Pepper steps forward, a sizable stack of paperwork in her hands.

The work would pay off the building. It would pay off his mortgage on his house. Hell, it would help a lot. He’d have extra to mess around and maybe go on a vacation.

The downside is that he’s helping a villain get faster speed and better battery life with laptops. This could also mean he’d die, but honestly he was kind of expecting an early death.

Rhodey assures him that he won’t die.

“If anyone touches you, then they feel my wrath,” he says. His teeth glint underneath the lights. “And honey, no one ever likes feeling that.”

“What, it isn’t all feather-light tickles?”

“Touches a bit more than that.”

There’s an unspoken story there. Rhodey’s grin goes from tight and eyes empty to refocusing on Tony and turning soft, genuine.

“We can discuss the official plans over dinner.”

“Dinner won’t work for me, I got plans tonight.”

“A hot date?”

"A special movie screening,” Tony says. “Can’t miss it. Maybe next time, or the next three times.”

Rhodey smiles.

“Maybe sometime.”

“Maybe.”

Holy fuck.

Rhodes International has a local coffee shop on the lobby. A barista is a cheerful girl who has neon yellow hair greets him and asks if he wants a complimentary drink.

“You...know who I am?”

“Not in the slightest!” she says cheerily. “I have a memory thing where I remember everyone I ever meet and who I don’t meet. What kind of coffee guy are you?”

“Um...you guys have mint syrup?”

“Yup!”

“Then I guess a peppermint latte?”

“Coming right up!”

So here is this girl humming what sounds suspiciously like the Winnie the Pooh song as she makes a drink, and that drink is amazing.

Also, people are wearing, it seems, whatever outfit they want. There are some people talking, and two look to be dressed in professional business clothing, but the third guy they’re talking to is wearing ripped jeans and a tank top has the phrase of “I’m Just Existing on a Manifestation of Reality” emblazoned.

It’s odd.

“So glad you could make it, Tones,” Rhodey says.

“Tones?”

“What, too much?”

“Tones sounds like you know me.”

“And I don’t?”

“What’s my favorite jam?”

“Why jam?”

“If you know someone well, you know their favorite type of jam.”

“Orange marmalade?”

“What the fuck do I look like, Paddington?”

“You’re right, Paddington’s not near as sexy.”

“This counts as harassment, right? This counts as harassment.”

“Don’t have him sue us already, he’ll win,” Pepper says, breezing to their sides. God, she’s gorgeous. Casually dressed in a pencil skirt and a blouse and acting like she doesn’t look like a goddess. Must be exhausting. “Tony, great to have you. Let me show you who you’re working with.”

He has his own fancy office, a team that knows what they’re doing, and catered lunch.

Catered lunch. It’s not even a Friday.

“Friday’s are questionable,” Rhodey says. “Weird selection.”

“You don’t wanna know,” says Intern Joe.

That’s literally on his ID card.

Tony starts work. It’s not bad, not at all. He works in the mornings on the weekends and Mondays as well as Thursdays, and then sometimes does work from his own office.

Rhodey is...nice.

This is a bit unsettling, because Rhodey literally just threatened the president over an environmental bill not being accepted and currently all employees are only slightly scared.

“This is just like three months ago,” says Janice The Badass. (Also on her ID card.) “Don’t worry, the government can’t do anything. They rely on us too heavily.”

“For what?”

“For safety.”

“Not asking.”

“Good, I’m not going to answer.”

“Okay?”

It’s also weird that Rhodey checks in on him. He brings him coffee how he likes it, and he makes him sit down and try new foods with him.

He’s not bad at conversational topics either. Tony’s used to talking, and he’s used to bad-talking on dates. This doesn’t come close.

No, they talk about the differences of Star Trek and how much Tony hates specific brands of pens, and how Rhodey is a disaster when it comes to coordination of ties.

“I don’t like ties,” he scowls.

“Then why wear one?”

“Pepper says they look nice.”

“Why do you need to look nice?”

“Most things are all about presentation.”

“Ah, need to be taken seriously.”

“Only at times when I’m facing government officials or weird corporate bosses.”

“Aren’t you a corporate boss?”

“I’m a corporate boss who is also an enemy of fellow corporate bosses. Weird thing.”

“That’s...intriguing.”

“How so?”

“Well, how does that work?” Tony asks, popping a couple blueberries into his mouth. “How are you both the same and an enemy?”

“Watch and learn, sugar. Watch and learn.”

Tony is allowed on the next business meeting. Which, coincidentally, his old Uncle Obadiah is part of.

This leads to rather undesired complications.

“You’re working for a supervillain?” Obie practically yells.

“Well, it’s a bit more complicated than that,” Tony says. “I just work with computers.”

“Besides if he wanted to work for a real supervillain, wouldn’t he be working for you?” Rhodey asks.

He’s sitting in one of those rolling-chairs, and despite that, he made it his throne. He’s relaxed in it, perfectly at peace with the situation. All eyes are on him.

“I’m not the one that the government is after.”

“And yet I’m the one who’s successfully paid taxes. Where have yours gone, hm? Strip club in Vegas? Weapon sales in Afghanistan?”

Obie freezes.

Tony knows that when you freeze, it is your worst tell.

“Does dad know?”

This time, Rhodey turns towards him. He’s surprised.

“We’ll discuss that later. But does Howard know, Obadiah?”

“Howard is none of your concern.”

“Oh my god, he is,” Rhodey says grinning. “You haven’t told him about your little back-door escapades. I wonder what would happen if I told him.”

“You don’t want me as an enemy,” Obadiah says, shaking. He looks at Tony. “And you, boy, you just earned yourself a death sentence.”

“Funny, Howard said the same thing when he kicked me out of the house,” Tony says as he’s checking his nails. Rhodey thinks he is in love.

“Go ahead and try to get me as an enemy, see how well it works for you,” Rhodey says, pearly whites on display. “I took over the entire state of New York, leaving everyone in power allied with me. Plus, Tony hasn’t pushed his legacy from what I’ve seen, but what would happen if I just...let him talk? At the next press conference, perhaps.”

Tony grins, and it’s dangerous.

“Yeah Obie, what if I talked? I’m sure Howard’s disastrous attempt at fatherhood would be a real uptick in stock points.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Just watch. Just fucking watch,” Tony says. “I still know how to smile for the press, and I still remember all of my lessons for how to make sure anything is believable.”

He shakes.

Rhodey gets security.

Tony visibly relaxes as Stane is led out of the building, and Rhodey smiles over at him.

“What?”

“You wanna grab dinner with me?”

“Like as a casual dinner, or a date-dinner?”

“How about both?”

“Thank god, I can’t remember where my nice shoes are.”

Tony supposes it is odd to be out to dinner with one of the most-feared men in all of New York.

But it was hard to fear him when he was currently trying to lick ice cream off the tip of his nose with no such luck.

Or when Rhodey kisses him senseless on his doorstep and makes fun of the little gnome that he’s put outside, and Tony giggles and watches him leave in his fancy car, still leaning on his door.

Oh, he’s got it bad.

But he doesn’t mind.

#this was supposed to take a WAY darker turn #but then i forgot bc i listened to frank sinatra #so instead it is now funnie #lovelyirony writes #rhodeytony #rhodey becomes a villain but like. ethical? i'm joking #i just wasn't sure how to make him Villain Supreme #tony doesn't exactly mind #pet names out of SPITE #i love that dynamic #tony stark #rhodey #james rhodey rhodes #obadiah stane

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loverscrossmp3 · 3 years

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in my eyes.

here, have a jily oneshot centered around christmas despite it being july bc i don’t like it enough to post it on ao3

( highly recommend listening to ‘silent night’ while reading :) )

In James’ eyes, the sky is weeping frozen teardrops and the only solace the little cottage James and Lily reside in is through the warmth of their bodies. In his eyes, the illumination of the Christmas lights hung around their home twinkle to the tune of the record player.

The sweet, soothing voice of Frank Sinatra echoes across the four walls enclosing the place the family has taken upon themselves to call home—but for now, this is enough.

In James’ eyes, the crackling fire casts shadows across the faces of he and his wife, the warmth seeping through their thickly knitted sweaters. In his eyes, the walls and windows creak in wake of the howling winds.

In reality, it’s a warm, June night but Lily won’t burst her husband’s bubble because, for now, this is enough.

Upstairs, little Harry is fast asleep, unaware of the horrors transpiring just outside the haven he was born into. But that’s alright for he’s dreaming of the sweet nothings his parents murmur to him each moment they have with him and that is enough.

With her arms resting primly across James’ shoulders, the couple sway steadily to the tune of “Silent Night” for it is a silent night indeed.

——

When he first fishes out the record after rummaging through box after box for something he quickly forgot, James smiles softly.

The day had been a long one (could you really say that—and truly mean it—when the family of three haven’t left their sanctuary in long over a year?), but Lily is humming quietly as she washed baby Harry in the kitchen sink who splashed widely and marveled at the bubbles floating nearest to him. She speaks softly to him, recounting each step she completed as if the nearly one-year-old could understand—but then again, perhaps it was simply for the benefit of herself; one can only talk to so many people when they’re in hiding.

James’ chest tightens at the threat looming over their shoulders, but the fond innocence betiding just one room over loosens it.

“And after that, we get our towel and wrap—oh!” Lily chuckles and James can only imagine the water drenching her face from the large splash that resounded from the kitchen. “Yes, the water is lovely, isn’t it Harry? Right then, after we wipe mummy off, we wrap you up…”

At Harry’s squeals, James smiles, envisioning the sight his son—Merlin, a son. His son, at that—makes cuddled in Lily’s arms.

Retreating back to the Christmas record still clutched in his hand, James rises from his position, his knees cracking in the process—He may be old, but he can’t be that old, can he? The war must certainly be taking a toll on him.

Proceeding to the silent record player huddled in the corner beside their fireplace, James holds no hesitation before placing the record atop the turntable. Adjusting the needle prompts a quick screeching noise, before the slow tune of “The Christmas Song” begins.

Making way to the stairs Lily and a giggling Harry ambled up, James follows the familiar path to Harry’s room. A wooden crib settles in the corner where the redheaded witch places a now dressed Harry in, James watching from the doorway he leans on.

“Helping would be nice, you know,” Lily says and James smiles because of course she knows he’s there, she always does.

“You look like you’ve got it handled,” he replies but he still walks forward, Harry’s eyes lighting up at the sight of his father, his few teeth peeking out through his smile—When did that happen? He was just born, wasn’t he?

James crouches down to peer at his son through the slits of the crib, “Alright Harry, you’ve got to sleep now so I can have some fun with Mummy.”

Lily’s scoff is swift as is her slap across his head. James only grins cheekily.

The wizard’s eyes travel to the window above the cot. It couldn’t have been later than seven p.m., but the sky outside had darkened with the setting sun and James tries his hardest to disregard it as an omen. With a slight shake of his head, he kisses Harry’s head.

——

It doesn’t take long to put Harry to sleep and both Lily and James are grateful for it.

“He got that from me, you know,” Lily whispers just outside the bedroom door where their baby sighs contently in his sleep.

Taking his hand off the knob of the now-closed door, James raises a brow. “What, sleeping?”

Lily hums as the two begin down the hallway to the stairs. “Mum always said between Petunia and me, I was the perfect sleeper.”

“Funnily enough, my mum said the same.” At his wife’s pointed look, James’grin is enough of a waver to indicate his lie.

“Is that Christmas music?”

James’ grin softens into a smile as he holds his hand out for Lily to take before leading her to the lounge where the once muffled music clears upon proximity.

“You do know it’s June, don’t you?” Lily asks with a smirk, but doesn’t halt the arms she wraps around his neck nor remove his arms from around her waist.

“June is only six months ’til Christmas,” James replies, relishing in the feel of Lily’s head rested on his chest as they sway. “I’d say that’s practically Christmas in my eyes.”

She hums and from the low tone, he knows her eyes have closed.

One couldn’t describe that moment as anything more than peaceful. With his lips pressing softly at the crown of her head, Lily is at peace. With her fingers absentmindedly twirling the curls at the base of his neck, James is at peace. Knowing their son is safe, curled against the stuffed dog Sirius gave him on the day of his birth, they are both at peace.

For now, this is enough.

It doesn’t matter that the heat outside seeps beneath the crack of the front door, or that the window cracked in the kitchen allows the melodious chirp of birds to join the gentle tune of Frank Sinatra. It doesn’t matter that there is no snow, or tree, or presents. No gleaming colored lights or laughter from their friends.

It doesn’t matter that it’s June and December was months ago.

All that matters is now. And now, this is enough.

——

Looking back, they should’ve known. They should’ve, but they didn’t.

They didn’t know that that was their last Christmas.

#liv writes #pranked you I actually wrote this at the beginning of june #but seriously this is... not my best work #anyway everyone say rip to my Spotify wrapped bc silent night is all I listened to when writing this #jily #jily oneshot #jily fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #marauders #james potter #lily evans #harry potter #angst #fluff #if ppl like it enough (unlikely) I just might post it on ao3 but I very highly doubt it #tho I could make a collection with little drabbles and what not but not sure #also tumblr hates me so if the formatting is off don't blame me #in my eyes

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kyber-crystal · 4 years

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An Accidental Confession

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: ~3.1k

Summary: In which you decided to a record a message explaining your feelings for Steve in case you didn't make it out of your mission alive. You don’t have any intention of it actually being heard by him, but you have no other choice to face your fear when it’s accidentally broadcasted across the entire compound.

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff haha with hints of a cocky steve hehe.

A/N: Some dialogue credits go to Descendants of the Sun! (yes, this is a oneshot of a scene from it, bc I love that drama with my whole heart)

Tags: Dedicating this to @sylvie-writes because she’s an absolute SWEETHEART. I LOVE YOU BB. go follow her!

"Hey, Y/N, check this out!"

You glanced up from where you were furiously typing away at the computer to see Peter with a wide grin on his face. "Hm?"

"Look what I found! Mr. Stark's old speaker set!" The teenager went around to behind the table and rolled out the speaker in front of you. "It was a bit souped up, but all it really needed was some TLC and here it is, good as new!"

"Found this old thing while he was cleaning up," Tony explained, "you wanna hook your phone up and give it a go?"

"Uh...sure, why not," you shrugged, standing up and pushing your seat in, making your way over to the two of them. You took your phone out of your pocket and plugged it in.

"Check, one, two," Peter spoke into the small microphone. "Check one, two, three. Hey! It's working!"

You couldn't help but grin at his enthusiasm. "How old is this thing, anyway?"

"Older than me, that's for sure. Now play something!"

"Alright, alright. Let's see..." you scrolled through your playlists until you found the one you wanted, pressing 'play' and putting it on shuffle. "There."

"Fly Me To The Moon! May played it for me all the time when I was little," Peter exclaimed. "She always insisted I educate myself on older music. Now I'm glad she did."

Bucky and Sam stopped screaming at each other as they battled it out in Mario Kart, quieting down and humming to the beat as they held their controllers tightly. Wanda smiled to herself as she stirred the pot of soup on the stove, Bruce on the verge of falling asleep as he sipped his coffee at the kitchen island and read a news article on his phone. The energy within the compound seemed to lighten significantly as Frank Sinatra's soothing voice echoed off the walls.

You went out to the patio to relax, crossing your arms and closing your eyes as the sounds of chirping crickets and music mixed together in one soothing melody, the moonlight reflecting over the water. For a brief moment in time, you were at peace - and you relished in the temporary feeling of serenity. The 'city that never slept' was sleepy, for once. It wasn't all that late, but you were already beginning to succumb to fatigue's temptations.

But then, the song came to an end and switched off to something else.

"Hey, Steve. I hope this message never finds you because if it does...it means I'm most likely dead-" your all-too familiar voice came over the phone, thick with tears as you struggled to contain your sobs. "God, what am I even doing here? I have a gunshot wound that most likely pierced a vital organ so I'm just gonna bleed out here alone- why am I even doing this? I don't even know how much longer it'll be before you arrive with the evac team...so I just want to apologize in advance for not coming back to you like I promised. If I'd known I'd die in a foreign country, I would've lived a more carefree life instead of constantly worrying, like you always told me to just relax sometimes, I'm so, so sorry-"

Your eyes widened in realization and you rushed across the facility as fast as you could possibly go to the labs.

"Leaving words like this before dying is so uncultured- please, Steve...are you on your way? Please tell me you're on your way. If I'm really dying here I don't wanna die alone. Please hurry...I don't think I can last until you get here. Even so, you'll be the first to find me if I die, that is, if my corpse isn't dragged away or some shit like that - God, this hurts- I almost forgot how much it hurt to get shot...damn...I really underestimated the power of a bullet, huh?

Steve's bandaged fists fell to his sides, the punching bag swinging back and forth so wildly that it would've knocked him over if it weren't for his muscular figure. His brow furrowed in concern and he felt a small ache his chest upon hearing your voice crack - you never cried, and even if you did, which was extremely rare, you were good at hiding it from others.

But then a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips - you did ramble sometimes, and he found it rather adorable. It was, in fact, one of the main reasons why he admired you so much.

"FRIDAY? Where's the source of this audio?"

"It's playing from Mr. Stark's speaker in the lab, Captain," the AI responded.

"Thank you."

He unwrapped the tape from around his hands and exited the training facility, going into a light jog as he headed up to the lounge.

"If I knew that I'd die like this, then I would've told you my true feelings. That I'm in love with you and I really wished you'd kissed me when we were watching that movie together- it was Die Hard, wasn't it? I really wished you'd done something. We were sitting so close, and...I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was tempted to just run my hands through your hair and kiss you. And I almost did. I'm so in love with you, hopelessly in love with you...and if there's anything that scares me more than dying alone, it's probably thinking of a way to tell you, and the fear of being rejected by my best friend, my partner in crime-"

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. You were in love with him? He felt his heartbeat pick up speed at the thought. He always held that small bit of hope in his heart that you'd feel the same way.

Just as Steve arrived at the labs, you came bursting through the doors with a look of sheer panic in your eyes, your face drained of all color. You quickly unplugged your phone from the speaker as he watched on in amusement.

"Want some, Mr. Stark?" Peter offered through a mouthful of popcorn, holding the bag out to his mentor. "Seems like we're in for a treat here."

"Where'd you get these, kid?" Tony questioned as he reached over and popped several kernels into his mouth. "Mm. Caramel, a classic."

"I always keep some with me. Never know when drama will break out."

Steve laughed and shook his head as you quickly turned around on your heel and sprinted out of the room. It was so unlike you to act like this - normally you were rather guarded and stoic. To see you as anything but was not only amusing, but adorable in his eyes - it was one of the many things he loved about you, in fact.

"Music...really changes a lot of things," Peter cleared his throat awkwardly.

The super-soldier cracked a smile. "I seem to be in the center of that change."

He said a few quick goodbyes went to find you, as Peter and Tony continued enjoying their popcorn together.

"Oh my god, I'm so stupid, oh my god, why did I even record that damn message," you muttered, finding yourself going back outside again. You needed to clear your head and get away from Steve. The secondhand embarrassment you just knew was waiting for you was almost too much to even think about - what would he think of you now? What would everyone else think of you?

Steve had beaten you to it and was already out there, leaning against the glass railing with his arms crossed over his chest, wearing an amused expression on his face.

"Oh my god! You scared me!" your voice heightened to a shriek. "What the hell, Rogers? How are you here? Why are you here?"

"I know you like the back of my hand, sweetheart," he chuckled lightly. "You always come out here whenever you're restless or stressed out. Figured you'd try to flee as soon as you heard," he gestured back inside, "all that."

"That was none of your business!" you squeaked. "It was a private message, not meant for you to actually hear! It wasn't for you!"

"Well, you did announce it, publicly," he defended himself, pushing himself away from the railing and raising his hands in surrender. "And it sounded like it was for me. You said my name."

"It wasn't for you!"

"Then why'd you say Steve?"

"It's a different Steve?"

"A different Steve with a stealth suit, Quinjet, and evac team?"

"Y-yeah! B-but it's really funny. Why are you listening to other people's recordings?'

"Like I said, doll," your face flushed at the nickname, "it was broadcasted publicly. I didn't listen, I heard."

"Because you heard it, you carelessly hear it all the way through?"

He smirked. "You know, you're really cute when you're upset." He smirked, taking several steps towards you. You instinctively stepped back. "But why are you running away? When you were about to die you wanted to confess." With each step he took, you took another backwards. "But since you lived, you changed your mind?"

"Confess? That wasn't a confession. That wasn't me."

"This cell phone is yours," he held up your hand that tightly gripped your phone.

"This isn't a phone- Y/N, what the hell are you saying? Stop talking," you cursed yourself under your breath.

"It's an honor knowing I'm in your will," he said kindly.

"If you know then that's enough," you exhaled, stepping around him to leave. Steve stopped you by placing a hand out in front, before moving it to grip your wrist. You felt your skin heat up rapidly under his touch.

You gasped. "Look! Thor set the toaster on fire!"

"I'm not fooled, sweetheart."

You moved to try and leave again, but he only tightened his grip. "Whether or not it was a confession, I'm going to listen to it, so let's not run away, shall we?"

You were silent for several moments before responding, swallowing hard. "Okay. I got it. I'll answer you so let go of me and let's talk. Really."

"Really, right?"

He obeyed, releasing his hand from your wrist. You quickly moved around him and ran back inside. Steve just laughed to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.

"She finally did it," Sam nodded in approval as he and Bucky finished their Rainbow Road deathmatch. "Good game, man."

"Yeah, good game," they shook hands, "but if I'm being honest...I didn't expect things to go down like that. If anything, Steve seems like he'd be the first to confess. The way they're dancing around each other like oblivious monkeys...damn."

"Couldn't have described it better."

...

You flopped onto your bed, panting heavily as you stared up at the ceiling. Your heart was beating so fast that you felt like passing out. Maybe I'll just die like this and I won't ever have to confess for real, you thought. That sounds much better than death by blood loss from a gunshot wound.

"Hey, darling."

You sat up and let out a short scream as you saw Steve leaning against your doorframe, that damn smirk still on his face. "What the hell? You can't just ambush me like that! How long have you been standing there for?"

"Long enough," he chuckled, sliding his hands in his pockets and stepping inside. This time, you were too lazy to push him away, and just allowed him to sit down next to you at the edge of your bed. Steve propped his hand on his chin as he gazed at you, smiling.

You sighed and let your head fall into your hands. "This is all your fault."

"My fault?" Steve tilted his head in confusion. "How is this my fault?"

"Becau- never mind. I'm busy. I gotta go check up on the new lab I'm working on with Bruce."

You stood up abruptly, but he reached out and grabbed your wrist again. "I'm going to go to the labs, too. He asked me to help with a few things. I think you just found yourself an escort."

"I can go by myself, Rogers. I'm an adult," you gave him a pointed look.

"Ouch. That stung," he pretended to look hurt. "Last name calling? I thought we agreed on sappy pet names. And besides, you know what happened last time you went somewhere alone. You got shot."

"Whatever."

"Hold on," he tugged you back so that you had to sit down again. "Why do you keep running away from me? You confess your feelings in your will and then you run."

"It wasn't my will."

"You said you were scared to die alone."

"It wasn't me. Where is your bout of confidence even coming from?"

"I'm not asking how you feel about me at the moment. Don't feel bad that I found out how you feel about me. Because I'm in love with you too, and nothing can change the fact that I like you even more now."

You swallowed hard.

He smiled again. "And you look beautiful today, doll."

"Stop with the pet names," you mumbled. You couldn't stop the tremor in your tone as you spoke

"Hey hey hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Steve brought a hand up to your face, lightly skimming the tip of his thumb across your cheekbone to wipe away the tears that had fallen. "Hey. Tell me what's wrong, darling."

As soon as that last word left his lips, you lost it. A broken sob escaped from your mouth before you broke down, and he felt guilt settle in the pit of his stomach. Sure, he was lightly teasing you - but he didn't intend for his jabs to hurt you in any way. That was the last thing he wanted to do - to see you cry. He hated seeing you cry.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry," he whispered, carefully wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him, rubbing circles onto your back. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken the teasing so far. I'm so sorry, Y/N-"

It took nearly twenty minutes for your sniffles to die down and another ten for your crying to stop completely, but he patiently held you until you did. And when it finally stopped, it still took you several moments before you could bring yourself to meet his eyes.

"I look like a mess," you muttered, quickly ducking your head down to wipe at your nose. "I'm sorry you had to see me like this-"

"You look lovely, regardless," Steve murmured, kissing your forehead. "You'll always look beautiful in my eyes."

"You're such a sap," you mumbled, closing your eyes. "I hate you."

"You know you love me, Y/N."

"No I don't."

"That message told me otherwise. You sounded like you were pretty in love, judging by the desperate tone in your voice-"

"Shut up!"

"Make me," he challenged, a smirk appearing on his face.

You huffed and stood up, crossing your arms. "You're a pain in the ass, you know that, Rogers?"

"Watch your language-"

"Make me."

"Using my own words against me, are you?" Steve raised a brow as he stood up as well, walking towards you. You kept walking backwards until you felt your back hit the wall and internally panicked when you realized there was nowhere else to go.

"Shit," you whispered. "I'm not escaping this one, am I?"

"Not a chance," he chuckled wistfully. You felt your heart do somersaults and your stomach twist itself into knots as he met your eyes, a softened look to them that you'd never seen before - what was it? Just a few minutes earlier you'd find yourself squirming beneath his intense gaze but for some reason, you stayed put.

When his lips pressed against yours, you felt a crackle of electricity across your skin and the world fell away. It seemed as if time stopped and held its breath as it watched the two of you, his arm curving around your waist as his free hand rested at the back of your neck, pulling you flush against him. Though you were taken aback by the sudden gesture and terrified you wasted no time in reacting, sinking deeper into the kiss. You could feel him smile against your lips and fireworks exploded inside your chest - if there was a way to describe pure magic, this would definitely be it. And he felt it too - and he swore to himself that he'd never felt a bigger rush of adrenaline before until now.

You looked absolutely stunning to him in that moment as you pulled apart - with your half-closed eyes, reddened cheeks, and swollen lips - his doing, no doubt. Your gaze slipped down to his equally swollen lips and you felt your face flush at the sight. Steve was quick to catch what you were doing and pulled you back in for more.

This time, it wasn't as innocent and quick. It was more needy, passionate - months, no, years of pent-up frustration he didn't even know he had seeping into it. Years of not being able to tell you finally being poured out into one grand gesture - years of finally getting closure because he now knew the girl he'd loved for as long as he could remember felt the same way.

"Oh my fucking shit."

The two of you were practically gasping for air as you broke apart a second time to see a smug-looking Sam.

"You just- I didn't interrupted something between y'all, did I?" Sam cocked a brow. "Looked like you were this close to-"

"No," you exhaled, "we weren't."

"I'm a GENIUS for fixing that speaker! If I hadn't done so you guys never would've gotten together!" Peter squealed as he appeared by the Falcon's side. "I believe a thank you is in order!"

"I hope my timing isn't bad, but I have to ask," Steve cleared his throat and looked you straight in the eye. "that was a confession, right? And you didn't do it just because you felt compelled to. Be honest with me."

You let out a sigh of defeat. "Yeah...it was."

He broke into a gorgeous, million-dollar grin that made you weak at the knees. He leaned down, lips ghosting over yours as if he was going to kiss you again - but pulled back, much to your disappointment.

"I guess I'm the victor of this battle, huh," he whispered before releasing his hold on you and walking out, leaving you to stand there utterly shell-shocked and speechless as Peter and Sam began teasing you.

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