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Send me a ♤ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours. ANGST VERSION
“Why did you leave?”
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Send “❤” For my muse to kiss yours.
Ever since that day in the mall, Steve couldn't take his mind off of it. How Natasha's lips felt against his, how she sent electrical waves throughout his 6 foot frame. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, especially when she wasn't watching. When she was curled up on the couch, red hair in a bun whilst reading a book. Steve was aboslutely in love with her and each and every day he found himself falling harder and harder for the redhead. She was a drug to him, and he couldn't get enough of her.
Natasha was in the kitchen one morning, making herself some coffee with the morning paper. It wasn't uncommon for the two of them to be up this early, Steve was normally heading to his early morning workout. She wasn't paying any attention as she waited for the coffee pot to finish doing what was needed. Steve gently pulled the paper away from her hands, a noise of protest leaving her lips. Steve didn't care, he was just tired of her driving him crazy. He pushed her hair away from her face as he pressed their lips together, enveloping them in a deep kiss.
"My life would be so boring if you weren't in it"
"Thanks. I do do a lot of stupid crap that they make you clean up. But Venice was pretty great." Leo grinned, leaning on the hotel balcony.
"I wish you were mine."
Send me “I wish you were mine” for my muses reaction.
Steve looked over at Natasha, the words spilling from her mouth. A confession that Steve had no idea how long she had held onto. A confession, similiar to his, that he had been too afraid to confess. That he'd fallen for Natasha, long since what he could remember. He never thought the widow would look his way, or even return said feelings. They were sometimes on two ends of the spectrum, that Steve wasn't sure if they would ever really work well together. That didn't mean they couldn't try.
"Funny you should say that, because I think the same about you."
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[text] If you're not so busy, want to go to get a malt shake with me?
[text:] Of course! I would love that :)
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WHAT!?
Send me a “What?!” for my character’s reaction to yours sliding their hand in my character’s pants.
Steve had a crush on Natasha for a while now. Ever since he had seen her fight for the first time he was intrigued. He wanted to know more about her, see her more. They were more than just acquaintances now. He considered her one of his closest friends. Unfortunately, Steve had zero confidence when it came to the ladies. He still didn't know how to talk to them, especially one as badass as Natasha Romanoff. He was content just being friends, he enjoyed her company too much to complain. Movie night was something they regularly did. Helped them both relaxed and they could laugh, cry or do whatever the movie called over. Steve had been shoveling mouthfuls of popcorn into his mouth, nearly choking on a kernel when he felt Natasha's hand slip into his pants. He had to cough to hide the moan that was threatening to escape from his lips. However, that didn't stop him from raising his hips slightly at the touch. "Is the movie boring you?" he stammered out.