Prompt: Steve opened the door to her standing there, crying.
Author's note: I haven't written in so long and English isn't my first language, so be nice. Also, I usually write smut and stuff like that, but this was just a soft little start to my (possible) return to writing? Idk. Let me know what you think, if anyone reads it lol.
"Geez, I'm coming!" Steve said, his voice raised, after someone knocked rapidly on his front door for several minutes. Opening it, he saw y/n standing there in the rain, crying. "... what happened?" He asked, a frown forming on his face.
"Can I come in?"
"Y-yeah..." He stepped aside and let her in, still confused. Closing the door behind them, he hurried into the bathroom to grab a towel. "Here," He said, getting back to her. "What's going on?"
Y/n accepted the towel with a barely audible "Thanks," and wrapped it around herself. "J-just another horrible date..."
Steve clenched his jaw. Of course. Another douchebag who was no good for her, of course he had hurt her. They always did, and Steve couldn't understand why she kept going on these dates. He had been in love with his best friend forever and would do anything for her, which made it even harder to witness.
"Did he..." He started, looking at her intently. "Are you hurt? Because I'll kill him."
"No!" Y/n wiped the tears from her cheeks, "He... He tried to... But I got away..."
She didn't have to say the actual words, because Steve got it immediately, "You should have called me..." He said, his soft brown eyes meeting hers.
"Honestly, Steve, I just got up and ran..."
"You... Ran, all the way here?" Steve raised his eyebrows. No wonder she was soaked.
"Yeah..." Y/n sighed, "Do you mind if I shower? I feel gross."
Nodding, Steve followed her to one of the bathrooms in the big Harrington house, "You know how it works, you've been here before." He said, a small smile finally on his face. "Just... Let me know if you need anything? I'll make some popcorn and we can watch a movie, ok?"
"Thank you, Steve. Love you," Y/n said, turning on the water in the shower. They always said that to each other, but it was starting to hurt Steve more and more, because he wanted her to mean it the way he did. But she never would.
As he was setting the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in the living room, y/n came down the stairs wearing one of his old t-shirts and a pair of shorts. She looked pretty as ever, the puffiness in her cheeks starting to subside.
"Hey," Steve said, sitting down on the couch after turning on the TV. "Feeling better?"
"Mmph..." Y/n shrugged, slumping down next to him. "I guess, what movie did you pick?"
"Breakfast Club," Steve said proudly, "Your favorite."
"You're the best," Y/n snuggled up to him, her eyes completely on the TV.
Steve's heart was beating so hard he felt like it was going to jump out of his chest when she got close to him. He swallowed hard, putting his arm around her shoulder and getting even closer, if possible.
They had watched a lot of movies together before, but never quite like this. Could she have feelings for him, too? No... That sounded ridiculous, he thought, trying to ignore all the feelings inside of him.
To be continued? Maybe?
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I asked an AI to write me a story about Starker on a date and it wrote this:
Once upon a time, Tony Stark and Peter Parker decided to go on a date. Tony had always been impressed by Peter's intelligence and quick thinking, and he wanted to get to know him better.
They met at a small, cozy Italian restaurant in the city. They talked and laughed over plates of pasta and glasses of wine, their conversation flowing easily.
After dinner, they took a walk through the city, taking in the bright lights and bustling crowds. They stopped at a gelato shop and shared a cone of their favorite flavors.
Tony couldn't help but feel a spark of something special between them. He was delighted to find that Peter felt the same way, and before the night was over, they shared a sweet kiss under the stars.
From that night on, Tony and Peter were inseparable. They continued to go on adventures together, always with a smile on their face, knowing that they had found something truly special in each other.
And even though Tony was a billionaire genius and Peter was a teenage science prodigy, they both knew that sometimes, love doesn't make sense. But when it does, it's worth all the world.
The end
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I was seven, and you were nine. I looked at you like the stars that shined.
Do you remember, we were sitting there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time.
We've known each other for a long long time but I never really noticed all the magic in your eyes.
It's you, It's always you. If I'm ever gonna fall in love I know it's gon' be you. It's you, It's always you. Met a lot of people but nobody feels like you.
We were just kids when we fell in love. Not knowing what it was. I will not give you up this time but darling, just kiss me slow. Your heart is all I own and in your eyes, you're holding mine.
🌸🍡 🌸🍡🌸🍡🌸🍡🌸🍡🌸🍡🌸🍡🌸🍡🌸🍡🌸🍡🌸🍡🌸🍡🌸🍡
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me [blood dripping from my eyes nose and ears] i love you <3
the mind-rending eldritch monstrosity that i have married: p̴̨̨̡̢̡̨̨̡̢̢̝̣͙̬͙̘̱̜̺̦̪͔̪̰̯̘̙̼̠͍̩̗͖̹̠̲̦͇̙̹̮͖̬̪̰͎̯̱̖̤̲̖͍͇̰̱̬̜̻̪̪̻̫͎̬̞̣̭̱̥̱̥͕̠͍͎̗͉̳̘̫͇͙̭̞͔̞͓̥̬̖͚̥̦̖̭̭͓͉͚̖̼̠̰̹̮͉̤̹̜͓̬̤̩̞͔̟͂͂̈́̉́̈́̀̓̾͗̊̑͐̈́̐̓̑̽̈́͒̽́̂͗̆͛͛̒̉̔̂͋̍̑̈́̈̏͂̄̈̈̍̽̓͛̇͐̑̿̒̕͘̚̚̕͜͜͝͠͠͠͝͠ͅ ̶̨̧̨̨̧̢̢̧̨̨̡̧̛̛̪̬̺̜̜̦̳̙͇͈̜̹̦͖͖̻͇̝̤̯̪̘̝͇̤̟̥̻͎̯̜̦͙͍̱̪̹̙̘͉̝̳̖̬̲̭̺̜̺̼̪̖̪̖̜̞͇̩̼̞̩̦̰̜͕̭͚̬̱͕̯͖̞̗͈̗̬̫̝̟̝̘̬̬̮̥̺̺͎̹̿͛̐͒͊̔̀͒̀̈́̏͋̈́͛̾̎̒̀̐͐̓̇́̽͒̓͑̕͘͜͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅś̴̡̢̨̢̡̨̡̛̛͎͍̥̞͙̹̥̫͍̬̬͈̺̭̹̯̮̩͓͔̣̰̬̱̺̰̪͉̩͇͙̤̭̖̭̬̥̭͙͚̣̙̭̱̟̗̳͎̥̜̟͙̭̮̯͚̘̖̩͖̹̭̺͇̳̼̙̫̩̤̖͙̠̤̠̫̙̲͔͕͇͕̬̟̠̱̱̣̫͙̮̈͂̍͑̆̄̎͂̾̈́̈́́͋̒̿̈́͆̒͐̈͐̀̑͌̓̆͒̿̅̓̈́̒̀͒͊͗̄̆͛͐̾̀̑̿̋̏̓̄̏̃͛̈́̉̿̈́͐͌̒̒͑͐̆̄͗͌̔̀̐̅͋̈̓́͐̀͌͊̊̏̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͠͠͝͠͝͝ͅͅͅv̷͇̞͓̼̩̟̤̏̌c̵̨̨̨̧̡̢̧̧̨̛̦̺̙̺͖̠̭̙͙̼̰͍̬͉̬̖͙̲͙̱̪͖͍̖̼̼͚̹̥̟̜͇͙̘̲̳̤͇̳̖̘̲̟͎͕͚̰̠͖͍͎̬̠̤̖̫̰̟̻̲͚̹͇̫̗̣̝͍̘̲̙͎̘͖͓͔̮̹̱̖̱͍͎̟͔̙͍̣͈̟̠̪͖̤̟̪̜̯͕͇͇͈͕̰̖͙̘̰̳̦̱̻̩̓̂͐̓͆̊͛͐͂̀͑̓̿̏̈́͗̉̅͊͆̌͂̀̋̅͑͋̍̈͊́̀́̀̆̑̈̂͆̍͑̄͆̀̏̂́́̓̉́́̽͐̆̾̎͘̚̚͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠ͅļ̵̢̡̢̢̢̨̡̨̡̢̛̛̛̤̠̰̠͙͙̣̣̹̩̠͓̠̳̮͙͔̪̦̤̬̥̺̤͉̞͓̺̹͎̣̯̘͉͎̗͍̻͔͎͕̦͎̖̰̩̥̫̜͇̤̻̩̭̠̯̜̗̙̟͉͙̠̰͔̖̖̺̳̥͖̤̜̹̮̞̹͖̻͉̙̼̰͉̹̙͙̞̥̺̭͎͇̪̲͔̥͈̞̼̺̤̩̤͔̝̟͒͗̌̍̿̌͒́͆͂̈́͐̉̇̿͌̍͛̒́͛̓͋̈͊͒̓̀̑͛̉̃͂͆̈͌̃͑̓͊͊̈́̏̒͋̂̿̊͊̀̏̈̓̈́́̂̀͆͌̔̒͆̀͒̽̓͒̏̕̕̚͘͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅ ̷̨̡̨̛̛̬̟̤̭̖̺͉̯͚͔͖͔͖̲̝͈̻̯̳̜͔̙̳̥̤̲̹̱̠͓͓̟͙̻͍̹͕̭͓͔̼̬̻̟͙́͗͛͗̈́̀͒̾̈́͑̃̋̇͐͛͊͒͊͊̓̒̂͊͊̀͊͆͛̀̔͊̓͑̐̆͆̉́̐͆̈́̍̎̾͊̍̐̍͊͆̓̒̈́̈́̉͋͒̂̄̿̏̔̀̾̋͌̅̆͛̍̓̋͂̅͗͛̇͛̓́͒̓̍̐̏́̚̚͘̕͘͘͘̕͜͠͝͠͝͠͝f̵̨̢̧̧̨̪̣̤͙͈̦̹̘͚̭͈̼͈̤͍̮̲̲̼̟͕̮̪͔̰̫̙̮͇͔̖͇̤̰͈͕̪̩̬͉͙̙͔̪̦͈͔̗͓̪̖̭͕̙̹͖̳̙̮̂̈́͛͛͊̐̅͛͌̌̽́̎͘͜͝ͅͅͅͅͅv̴̧̨̢̡̨̡̢̛̛̛͔̥͚͇̺̼̝̖̗̦̫̻̱̣̗͇͎̦̠̫̩̲̬̳̰̺͖͉̺͈̮̼̥̗͐̀̇̊̽̈́̈́́̄̌̌͋͑̽̾̈̍̋̅͌̄̈͌͒̉̀̆͒̀͒͂́̔͑̆͑̎̌̃͌͐͐̌̂̆͗̄̿́̀̇̀̽̄͆̽̑̏̈́̔̈̊̃̈́̓̈͑̇͗͌̈̄͗̽̎͗̈́̊̓̅͗̈́͆͛́̓̽̈̅̊̊̉̌́̃̚̕͜͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͠b̶̨̧̨̡̨̧̡̼͔̥̥͕̻̰̪͙̥̥̯͇̰̘͍̜͚̠͖̝͓̜̜͍̼̲̲̟̭̪̻̩̥̜̭̩̥̞̗͔͔͉̤͔̝͎̃́͗͆̈́́͘͜͝ͅ ̷̨̡̡̢̧̡̡̛̛̭̲̲̘̞͚͔̞̦͔̠̳̘̠̳̹̹̩͉̭̭̦͔͇͈͇͎͚̼̣̱͍̰͍̼̘̫̠͉̥̦̙̻͈̩̯͖̣͎̥̱͓̩̖̯͍͈͉̝̲̰̗̻̼̩̀̂̎̏̓͋̄͐́̅̉̐̌́̉̈̃̏̄̄̈́̈̇͑̾͑̀̌͐͛̆̒̃͊̀̿̽́̉́͑̂̀̀͒̽̀͐̊͐́̀̏̆̈́́͋͑͛̿͌̑̾͒̚̚̕̕͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͠͠ͅͅą̵̡̢̞͚̰͉͉̼̲̙͎̫̯͈͈̙̯͒͊͛̑̀́̄̌̈́̓͑̀͂̇̐̈́̋̎̿̇͒̾̈̀̽̋͊͂͗̎͘̚͠͠ͅv̵̨̛̺̻̱̝͉͇͙͎̞̗͓͎̜̻̳̦̤̖̲̞̺̠̫̈́̔̅̃͐́̐̎͆̍̂͌̈́͌̀͒̀̏̎̓̑̑̿̒̈͂̌̈́̎̈́́̑́̆̒͛̾́̓̈́̓͊̈́͌̆͐̌̈̿̆͘͘̚̚͘̕͘͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͠͝ͅv̴̛̛̛̲͔̣͔̝̱̪̺̫͓̲̳̼̤͙͙̠̯̣̣̩̰̬͉̻͓̰̟͎̲̐̂̿̍̀̒̾̂́̌̎̓̔́͂̀̈̐͂̑͂̾́̀̉͛̇̑̑̇̂̆̉͊̀͌͋̍̎̅͒͐͗̃͛̿̀̀̃̇̒́̽͒̐̑̔̆̇̈̈́̍͂̑̓̓̓̽̍͑͆̓̓̂̔͑͆̉̂̍̐̔̊͗͐̔́̀̂̍̀̽̋͌̌͗̒͑́̅͗͗̍̈́̾̈̊̚͘̚̕̕̕̕̕̚͜͠͝ͅ <3
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