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Again - Part 18

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Steddie fic where Steve and Eddie are in their mid 30's and everyone has sort of drifted apart

Notes: Sorry this one is a little late in posting. I had a bit of a strange birthday and got a bit down about it.

Taglist: @adaed5 @grtwdsmwhr @swimmingbirdrunningrock @mightbeasleep, @jewellthebooknerd, @fentiibratzz @rvllybllply2014

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Steve raises his fist to knock, and the last time he remembers being this nervous here was the first time his kids were on his side of the door.

He looks down at the phone clutched tightly in his hand, the screen displaying Eddie's message.

Whatever happens, we'll figure something out. ILY x

He hears a singular bark and a rush of feet toward the door. Then, finally, it swings open, and he's greeted by the beaming smile of Val, but Steve notes he looks a little tired around the eyes.

"Steven!!" He enthuses loudly, grabbing his shoulders and kissing each side of his face, just before he is almost pushed out of the way by a very excitable Beans. Steve ruffles the fur on her head, and she circles his legs until she's perfectly at his heel as Val waves him into the house.

Steve's stomach swirls with worry as he sits at the kitchen table, and Beans must be able to tell because she rests her chin on his leg as he pets her head gently. Steve laughs awkwardly, "Thanks for letting me come over. I know you're both gonna be so busy with everything now. I just wanted to speak to you both while the kids were at school" His voice drops to a whisper, "Speaking of which...Did you tell the kids yet?"

Val nods in response, "Oh yes, Jenny reminded me that you are almost as bad at keeping delicious secrets as I am. They also had The Talk again," Val adds, "Plus a little extra about it being early. Thought I'd let you know in case you get any questions fired your way about it.”

“Right, got it” Steve nods as Val hands him a very uncharacteristic mug of hot chocolate. Steve’s eyes move to his in question.

“For your nerves, Steven,” Val says fondly, sits opposite and looks from side to side before leaning over the table and dropping his voice to a whisper. “Don’t worry. Your Valentino has been putting in the groundwork for you.” He makes a sure upside-down smile expression on his face, “We’ve got this covered. It only occurred to me the other day that, in some ways, you and I are similar, and I thought maybe Jenny and Eddie might have similarities too. Common ground, even if it is just caring fiercely about you?”

Steve’s stomach swirling turns to a full-blown spin cycle, “Oh Christ, Val. I didn't even think about that. This is going to be so bad.” Steve whimpers quietly.

Valentino tuts and amps up his accent. “No, Steven. Listen to Valentino. It’s going to be ok. She doesn't want to ruin anything for you.”

“Oh no, it’s not that, Val. You don’t understand. You’ve met a much mellower Jenny for the most part” Steve checks over his shoulder and leans in again, “Remember that time Penelope Hasselbank’s mom insulted Corey’s finger painting? Said it looked like a brown blob because he mixed all his paints together?”

Val’s eyes widen as he leans back in his chair, twists the kitchen towel over his shoulder between his fingers, and says quietly in horror, “And then she laughed at it….”

“And then she laughed, Val. For months later, that woman had to continually replace tires because a ‘Masked youth’ kept slashing them, then had to change her cell number because she was getting calls from people asking for a ‘good time’ and to this day, she always looks like she sparkles because of how many times she got glitter bombed at least once a week, at home, at work, on holiday. Remember that?” Steve raises a finger on his hand at Val before submitting the one next to it, “Now times that by two, and put it in the same room.”

“Il mio dio e lo spirito santo” Val says, crossing himself.

“Precisely! Though I trust whatever you’ve done will have helped,” Steve says with as much of a smile as he can muster.

Footsteps approach the kitchen. “Where is he?” Val whispers quickly.

“I’ve hidden him in the back seat of the car,” Steve says, trying not to laugh, but Val's booming laugh makes him completely lose it into a fit of giggles, probably mostly charged by nervous energy.

“And just what are you two laughing about?” Jenny says with a smile leaning in the doorway.

“Nothing!” They reply in unison, and Jenny blows a raspberry.

“Zero out of ten guys. Your worst performance yet.” She sits, and Val brings over her tea, “So Steve, let's hear it.” Val reaches over and taps Steve’s hand in support.

“Well, as I told you on the phone, things are moving quite quickly between Eddie and me. And I was talking to him the other day about him moving in, but he said he wanted to make sure you and the kids were ok with it first, you know?” Steve manages to look between the table and Jenny, and Val gives him an ok sign of support.

Jenny steeples her fingers and leans forward a little, “Ok.”

“Ok?” Steve asks in surprise.

“Look, I trust you wouldn't put our kids in danger, not for anyone, even if you have clearly gone a little crazy over this guy. I am well aware of how quickly you move, Steve. The kids. I can’t speak for but as far as I’m concerned, ok. On a few conditions though, Steve,” She warns, and Steve gives her his hopeful undivided attention, “If he’s free, and he should make time to be if he’s serious, he attends the dinners, birthday parties, events, whatever. I don't want this guy to be someone I see once and then he changes where I can’t see. He’s in with us, or he’s out, got it?” Steve nods. “He does not ever try to muscle his way in with parenting our kids. Val has coped just fine without treading on your toes. I expect the same from Eddie. I imagine this one goes without saying, but he does not upset our Kids.” Steve shakes his head, “And last of all, he stops hiding in the back seat of your car and gets in here, so I can make my final evaluation.” She says, leaning back in her chair.

Steve and Val exchange a look, and Steve gets out of his seat and scrambles to retrieve Eddie from the car.

Steve can see him lying across the backseat, happily playing that snake game on his phone. Not a care in the world. He gently taps on the window, and Eddie jumps to a sitting position and opens the door.

“Yeah?” He says, looking at Steve with a great big smile.

“Almost,” Steve answers, takes his hand, assists him to his feet, and shuts the car door.

Eddie pulls uncomfortably at the collar of his shirt, “Well, I never thought I’d hear myself say this, Steve. But let's go charm the pants off your ex-wife.”

As they enter the kitchen, Val greets them with a warm smile and pulls out a chair for Eddie, who sits, and Steve can see his hand twitch forward for a handshake, and then he retreats, and it looks as if Jenny and Eddie are assessing one another via silent communication and occasional side-eye. Val and Steve’s eyes ping pong between the two like they are watching tennis.

“Hmmm,” She says, finally, “You swear you won’t, right?” She asks

“Absolutely not! Never again,” Eddie exclaims.

“I’m serious, buddy,” Jenny warns.

“Yeah, well, surprise, me too, actually,” Eddie fires back, gesturing at his clothes and the room. There is an exchange of nods, like two strangers acknowledging another of their own kind.

"Job?"

"My own business. Reading, gaming, music for kids."

"You drink?" She asks

"Not especially. Beers are nice on a hot day, something stronger on a hot date" The corner of Eddie's mouth twitches up for a second.

"Drugs?" She asks, and Steve can feel the sweat forming in his palms.

"Mostly for my nightmares or really shitty days, but never if I'm driving," Eddie says. "And only green. I don't play around with anything else," Eddie says, waving a hand in front of him.

"Kids?"

"Godson," Eddie beams.

"Exes?" She asks, eyeing him carefully.

"Lots, but…er…no ties, all the paperwork is done. I couldn't give them what I'd given to someone else," Eddies says, rubbing his arm awkwardly. Val grips hold of Steve's hand, and as he turns to him, he can see Val's bottom lip quiver. He looks back at Eddie and Jenny quickly before Val starts him off too.

"On the back of that answer, I feel like I need to ask…."

"Negative." Eddie interrupts quickly.

"You got any questions?"

"How long?"

"Did he-" Jenny starts to send a frown towards Steve, but Eddie shakes his head in a no. "A few weeks. Nearly a month." Jenny smiles hugely down at her tummy and runs her hand over it.

"You tried ginger?" Eddie asks gently. Jenny shakes her head. "I don't mean this ask a bribe, but er, after this is over, I can make you the tea my mama taught me."

“Did he ask you to wear this?” Jenny smiles at Eddie.

“Yes!” Eddie complains, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt and finally relaxing in his seat.

“Ah, that explains it” She gestures a hand in a circle over Eddie, “Because this is not what I envisioned. Not to get Steve’s attention anyway,” she laughs.

Eddie leans forward, resting his chin on his fist toward her with a smirk, “Do tell me more about what get’s Steve’s attention. I wish to wield as much power as I can”, he jokes.

“Do you know about the….” Jenny says as she leans over to whisper something to Eddie.

“HEY!” Steve shouts and points a finger at them both, “No, not this. No way. Switch seats immediately!”

“Oh, like you and Tino haven’t been doing this for years.” Eddie gestures at Val. Causing Val to sit a little straighter in his chair as he runs his hands over his slicked-back hair, and Steve nudges at him.

“Ok, easy there, tiger,” Jenny says, laughing at Val’s reaction, before turning back to Eddie, “You know what? It's nice to have an even playing field for once in this house. You’re ok by me so far, Eddie” She smiles. “Welcome to the madness.” She extends her hand across the table, and Eddie shakes it enthusiastically. “Good luck with the kids. They are brutal.”

“You know I might just keep my win for the day and get grilled by those tiny tyrants another day”, Eddie smiles at Jenny, who mirrors it back.

Val kicks Steve under the table, wiggles his eyebrows and mouths “Cute” at him. Steve's instinct is to rush out of his seat and spin Eddie around the kitchen, and he almost does, but he falters and looks back to Val, who smiles reassuringly and nods. Steve isn't really waiting for permission, it's more like he doesn't want to throw something in Jenny's face if it might upset her in some way, but at Val's nod, he's pulling Eddie out of his chair, he's squeezing his face in his hands and pressing their foreheads together. For a moment, all Steve can do is sigh and look at his love. Another easy hurdle. Done. One left, Steve thinks. He can't believe how close he is to dreams becoming a reality again. Maybe's are yes's. Impossible things are possible. As Eddie blinks back at him, unable to speak because his face is still being squeezed, Steve can't help himself, and he kisses him. Just a small chaste one. He didn't want to overdo it. A small sob from the table breaks it off fairly quickly, and Steve turns back to see Val dabbing his eyes with a handkerchief and Jenny consoling him.

"And I'm the hormonal one right now." She laughs, smiling at Eddie and Steve.

"Jennifer! I cannot help it. My heart is overflowing, with romance, with love. It is too much to keep inside. And it's Steven. You know how much I love my Steven!" Val protests through sniffles. "Do you know where my other handkerchief is, my love? This one is done for." Val wipes his eyes and blows his nose loudly as Jenny rolls her eyes and leaves the kitchen.

Steve feels Eddie press closer to him, and his arms squeeze around Steve a little tighter at Val's words. Steve looks amused at Eddie's actions, and Eddie shrugs and laughs a little embarrassed, "Sorry?" he whispers and sneaks his hand into Steve's back pocket, and in return, Steve runs his fingers down Eddie's spine.

"This is my first meeting with your family, babe. Let me at least keep some cool around them," Eddie says quietly out of the corner of his mouth, and just as he finishes the last word to Steve, his face is grabbed by someone else. Val's strong tan hands hold Eddie's face and pinch his cheeks. Steve can tell Eddie is trying to remain composed but is probably internally screaming, and if it had been anyone else, Steve probably would have stepped in to save him, but it was Val, and really, Eddie was just going to have to get used to it. Which, ultimately, he surely would, as they were just as space invasive as one another.

"Look at you, uh? You take good care of my Steven now. He's very special to me." Steve looks at them both, and though Eddie is the essence of cool on the outside, Steve can feel the tension in his arm. "Having said that, he didn't make it tough for me, so I won't make it tough for you here." Valentino flashes his huge pearly white smile, but then something happens that Steve hasn't seen before. He laughs and shakes his head before fixing Eddie with a look, "Unless you make me. Capisce?" Eddie nods, and Steve can see Eddie analysing Val's face, and he lets him and leans in to say quietly as he twists the gold ring on his pinky finger, "My cousin Frankie owns a lotta bars in Chi-town, Eddie. Said you are one hell of a guitar player." Eddie gulps, and Steve feels the nervousness spread to him. He isn't sure how much Val appeared to know, but Steve hadn't told him about Eddie's past. Then Val's eyes flick up to Steve's, and he gives him a fond smile, "But if it's right by Steven, it's right by me." And with that, he turns back to Eddie, grabs him by the shoulders and kisses him on each cheek, "Welcome to the family, Eddie," he says, tapping his face playfully.

"I got you this one, hon-" Jenny says as she re-enters the room. "Now, what are you boys up to?" She says with a laugh, and Val rushes over and scoops her into his arms and plants kisses all over her face until she's pushing him away.

Eddie turns to Steve and whispers, "I think, they might be just as crazy as us, babe" Steve thinks back to how quickly things happened between Val and Jenny and smiles hugely. If they felt the way he did about Eddie, he was so happy he didn't make any of it a problem for them, and maybe that's why they were being so open to the situation now, because they understood it, in a way. Steve thanks the ceiling again for blessing him with such luck.

"Yeah, I think they might just be," He says before kissing Eddie on the forehead.

They sit back at the table, some small talk is passed around, and Steve moves his chair right next to Eddie's. Eddie reaches for his hand under the table, and though maintaining the outward appearance of cool, calm, and collected, he can feel how excited he is about all of this as the grip on his hand pulses with tight squeezes. Steve leaves it that way for a little while, and once the squeezes are a little softer, he puts their joined hands on the table. Eddie glances bashfully out of the corner of his eye at him, and Jenny gives him a smile and nod, but then suddenly, her face changes, and she speed walks out of the room. Val chases after her.

"Was she like this with the other two?" Eddie asks, a little concerned, as Steve almost follows her, getting out of his seat, but Val waves him down kindly and runs after her.

"A little, just on a few mornings, but they both look pretty tired. I don't think it's like before," Steve says, deeply concerned.

"Listen, it might not work, but I was pretty anxious when I was a kid, and nausea was ruining my tiny little life. My mom used to fix me this ginger drink. I made it for Alice a few times too. It seemed to work then. So if it's ok, and you know where everything is, we could make her some. Or I can make it, and you could, uh, write it down?" Steve tears his eyes from the doorway to Eddie, and although he didn't think it possible five minutes ago, his whole being is filled with even more love for his man. He almost gets lost looking at him. He was so perfect. The noise from the bathroom brings Steve back to Earth, and he helps Eddie find the ingredients and grabs some notepaper and a pen.

Eddie makes two things, one in a pot simmering on the stove, another he employs a cocktail shaker and some crushed ice for, and splits it into four glasses topping up with soda water and sets them on the table.

Steve holds the jug and sieve whilst Eddie pours in the ginger honey, lemon and mint tea from the huge pot, and he can't help himself, "Where did they make you?" He asks softly.

Eddie looks more intensely at the jug, and a sweet shy smile creeps over his face, "If most people were to be believed by the devil himself," he says in his best Walter Cronkite voice and laughs.

"Yeah, if only they could see you now, going out of your way to help someone you've known for less than an hour," Steve says dreamily before he accidentally says aloud, "I can't believe I get to call you mine," and immediately shuts up.

Eddie freezes, and a huge smile spreads across his face as he tries to hold back a laugh, “Did you mean to say that out loud, babe?”

Steve concentrates fiercely on the jug and sieve, "Well…I meant it, but maybe it was supposed to fall out of my mouth like that." He grimaces awkwardly.

Eddie puts the pot down, takes the sieve away from him, dumps its contents, and puts the lid on the jug to cool on the counter before returning to Steve, who is busying himself with the things in the sink. Soon he feels Eddie's hand cradling his jaw and turns his head to face him. Eddie looks deeply into his eyes and says gently, "I don't mind you getting a little shy sometimes, it's actually kinda cute, but we spoke about this. You can tell me anything ok, you don't need to be worried. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere unless you ask me to. Even if you say the dorkiest things imaginable, I'll still love you" He smiles and pecks a kiss at Steve's lips, "Maybe even especially when you say the dorkiest things" He chuckles, "I'm not gonna fight you on it, but I feel lucky too. How many people get to go back to rekindle a first true love and find it's even better than they imagined? I don't know any, do you?" Eddie asks, kissing his cheek, and Steve shakes his head, words altogether leaving him again as he gazes at Eddie lazily. “We’re gonna make it. We are making it happen, and honestly, I can’t believe our luck. Your family is just so great. They really care about you. I really care about you. I love you,” he says, poking Steve in the chest before smoothing over it with his hand, “So stop worrying!” he says, widening his eyes and waiting for a nod of confirmation from Steve, which of course, he obliges with.

"Sorry about that, guys. The sickness is pretty awful this time. I'm hoping it's temporary," Jenny apologises as Val helps her to her seat, "Is this the drink?" Steve can hear that innocent, hopeful tone in her voice, and he figures it really must be bad.

Eddie bustles around and shows them the jar in the fridge by opening it for a second, “In here is the tea, and in front of you is just a sort of mixer, cooler thing. Pretty much the same ingredients, just much quicker to make.” There is a sort of pause as they all migrate towards the table. Eddie looks a little nervous, so Steve picks up his drink and takes a big gulp. It wasn't the greatest thing he’d ever tasted in his life, but honestly, Eddie could make him a million weird drinks, and he’d at least try every single one. Val follows Steve's lead.

"Well, that packs quite a punch, Eddie," Val says with a big smile, "Let's take a look at Steven's list here" Val takes a look over the instructions, "Looks safe to me, mia cara. Wanna check?" Eddie fidgets with his rings, and the way his mouth twitches, Steve can tell he is dying to say something.

"You know Eddie made this for his housemate who was pregnant. She had a healthy baby, right?" Steve takes over, and Eddie nods with a smile and stops fidgeting, "Also, Eddie here drank it a lot as a kid, right, honey?" Steve reaches for Eddie's hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

"Yeah, that's right. I mean, maybe don't sell it on how I turned out, but I got this far, so" Eddie laughs and takes a drink, and Jenny looks between the three of them. "Take no notice of these guys if you don't feel safe drinking it. I understand you've only just met me, so zero offence taken." Eddie sends her a warm smile across the table.

"Honestly, I'm desperate for some help," She replies, looking longingly at the glass, "Sleep is like rocking horse shit. But, you know, I’ll check with the doctor. I’m sure it's fine. I just," She glances over at Val, “I don’t wanna take any chances.” Val scoops up her hands in his own and kisses each one, her eyelids droop a little, and she lets out a small yawn.

Steve takes that as an indicator to leave, he even offers to have the kids a few days earlier, but Jenny declines, not wanting the new baby to cause changes so early when she promised it wouldn’t. So they make their new affectionate goodbyes and head home.

As they drive back, Steve notices Eddie fidgeting with his rings again, “Everything ok, honey?” Steve asks and puts his hand on his knee.

“Yeah, really good,” Eddie replies, and Steve relaxes hearing the grin in his voice, “Just, uh, this kinda lame,” he huffs out a laugh, “I’m just, um, excited, you know? About all this, and it's weird.”

“Like, weird, how exactly?” Steve asks, mostly amused with a garnish of worry.

He feels Eddie’s hand cover his, “I just am finding it a little strange, to, um, be looking forward to things, to have hope and life not kick me in the nuts for once. Told you it was lame.” He punctuates it with an adorable dorky little snort.

“What did I tell you that first night? No more struggling. You get everything you want because I’m gonna do whatever I can to make it happen, ok?” He wiggles his fingers so they slot between Eddie’s a little. “I know we’ve still got the kids to go, but I think it's gonna be fine. They already like you, so worst-case scenario, I have to not have you in my bed every night for a week. Which, ok, already sounds like hell on earth,” Steve hears Eddie chuckle, “but it would only be overnight, and I could always make up for it the week after, maybe?” Steve inquires suggestively.

“Well, I guess that doesn’t sound too bad” Eddie flexes his fingers so they grip Steve’s hand. “You know, the only thing I really want,” Steve feels Eddie fidget with their hands for a moment before he feels the warm metal slip over his finger, “Is to be yours and stay that way. Forever. No matter what.” Eddie sighs, and he feels the ring on his finger get removed and replaced with another. “I don't much like religion, honestly, but all those things they list, richer, poorer, in sickness or in health, for better or worse, to love until death tears us apart. That’s what I want.”

“Then that's what you’ll have, my love,” Steve says gently and continues to let Eddie test his rings on him, “But I mean, if death tears us apart, you best believe I’m gonna haunt you. I’m gonna haunt you so hard, and if you meet someone else, I will terrorise them.” Eddie laughs a little too hard for Steve’s liking. “You think I wouldn't? You think that I would just watch it happen. Hell no! Once I’m dead, Eddie, I don't have to be a good person anymore. I can act exactly as I would like, and scaring the shit out of all your future potential love interests would be not only the top of my list, it might be the entire list, except for maybe checking in on the kids.” Eddie is still laughing.

“Oh, I wasn’t laughing at that. I was laughing because you think someone would still be here to haunt. You think that at your funeral, I wouldn’t dramatically throw myself down there with you? You’re crazy!” Eddie chuckles and removes the ring from Steve’s hand.

The next few days are spent in various love nests around the house, making plans, designing a studio for Eddie, marking out the road trip plan for next year, watching movies, dancing, play fighting, eating supper by candlelight, star gazing on inflatables in the pool after eating some of the special brownies Eddie made. Steve feels like Eddie has weaved his magic and encapsulated their home in a great big bubble of love.

Sunday arrives, and they spend the morning transferring all of Eddie’s things back into the RV. Which initially starts out as a team effort until Eddie picks up his acoustic guitar and decides to follow Steve around, serenading him with Happy Together by The Turtles, With A Girl(Guy) Like You by The Troggs, Oh, Pretty Woman(Steven) by Roy Orbison, and Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen, whilst Steve does the transfer of things. Suddenly most of Steve’s neighbours have front lawn or driveway projects to do, though he notices not a lawn mower to be heard, just Eddie’s voice and guitar ringing out down the street. Sure, Steve should be a little annoyed that he was doing all the sad, hard work and maybe even a little embarrassed about the attention of the street, but Eddie’s theatrics had won him over on the first strum. He knows he’s lost so many memories, but he will never forget this. Steve wonders how many more memories they’ll make together, and his heart blossoms with possibilities. Memories with their big extended family, memories with the kids, and things that they might tell their grandkids about.

It makes the day a little bittersweet.

Eddie had thought he’d take the chance to go back and check in on Wayne. Unfortunately, Jack had taken a turn for the worse. He was declining rapidly and was being moved to a care home by his kids. Wayne contemplated going with Jack but didn't want to admit defeat. By giving up their home, he felt he was giving up a place for them to return to, so he was travelling to and from the place every day, and Eddie suspected he was just gonna tucker himself out.

Their goodbye takes much longer than either of them intended. Steve tries to savour every feature, look, touch, and sound he can absorb from Eddie. He wanted them embossed into his brain and skin, so he would never be without them.

They part ways at the end of the driveway, and Steve heads to pick up the kids and Beans to bring them home.

On arrival, he gets a massive hug from Jenny, which was destined for Eddie because his ginger tea drink works like a charm, but as he isn't here, Steve agrees he will happily pass it on for her. The kids bundle into the car, shoving their new schedules at Steve as they pass. For most of the journey home, the kids appear to be in their respective headphone universes, but occasionally he’d hear whispering, but every time he glances in the mirror, they go back to looking out of their windows. Something suspicious was afoot, and Steve would get to the bottom of it one way or another.

“What are you two plotting back there?” Steve says, looking in the mirror and narrowing his eyes at them.

“Plotting? Us? Together? NEVER!” Corey says with a laugh.

“Oh please, I can hear you whispering!” he tries again, looking at Zee for a second.

“Look, you’ll see, ok? OW! Corey!” Zee exclaims.

“Don’t blow it for us! Make him wait a little. He can sweat about the unknown for a bit,” Corey says seriously, and Steve has to swallow a laugh.

“Fine, be like that!” Steve says with pure mischief running through his veins, and he turns up the car stereo as loud as it will go before distortion, winds down the window and starts singing along loudly, which just happens to be Sisqo’s Thong Song. He doesn’t know most of the lyrics, but he makes up some of his own and sings even louder in the bits he knows.

The kids start to complain and protest, but Steve cups his hand to his ear and shakes his head, “WHATS THAT? NO, SORRY, CANT HEAR YOU. WAIT UNTIL WE GET HOME, YEAH?!” and then continues to sing along with whatever he can until they get home.

As they pull up onto the drive, the kids and Beans rush for the door, but Steve can see something wrapped around the knocker on the front door.

Zee turns to him, confused, and holds the tag attached, “It’s for you, Dad.”

Steve makes his way over, arms laden with bags, but when he gets there, Zee nudges Corey, and they take them from him. He lifts the gift tag attached to the red ribbon and reads it.

I’m sorry I had to go. I hope this makes sure you won't forget me. E x

P.S. Hold on tight

Steve pulls the tag and ribbon from the door knocker, steps in front of the kids to open the door, and gasps audibly.

There are heart balloons on the ceiling, all different colours and sizes, each with a ribbon floating all the way to the floor, with a red rose attached to the bottom. Beans completely forgets her routine and begins sniffing a trail between each one. There are fifteen in total. Steve rushes to the kitchen to put them in a vase but walks in to find it is already occupied by a colossal rainbow bouquet. Around its base, tied in a neckerchief knot, is Eddie’s favourite bandana.

“What is wrong with this guy?” Corey laughs, helping to collect some of the ones around the TV area.

“I think it's kinda sweet, right, Dad?” Zee asks, collecting the ones near the stairs.

Steve is busy, carefully folding up the threadbare black and white bandana into a pocket square that he puts in his blazer pocket, “I think you both are correct.” he manages to say, carefully swallowing down the emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

“Say, Dad?” he hears Corey’s voice a lot nearer now, “Can we talk to you about all this?”

Steve feels the dread start to rise in him, this could be the beginning of an impossible decision, but he knew the answer would always be his children. They were his priority, even up against the love of his life. He tucks the bandana down, hiding it in his pocket out of sight and turns around with a big smile.

“Of course,” he says and turns to have two bundles of balloons thrust at him from his kids, which he gathers up and puts on the side.

They sit on one side of the table, steepling their fingers, looking at him intensely. Steve sits in a chair opposite them, feeling like he’s been called into the principal's office for something. They look at one another, and then Corey nods towards Steve, and as they turn back, Zee speaks.

“Sooooo, we’ve basically overheard Val and Mom talking, and we have some questions,” Zee says gently.

Steve tries not to, but he gulps along with his, “Ok, sure, ask anything you like.”

As the words leave his mouth, Corey pulls out a notebook and pencil, tears out the top page and pushes it towards Zee. He is then laser-focused on Steve with his pencil poised. Steve looks between the two of them and wonders which one is the good cop and which is the bad cop.

“So, first of all. Whilst we haven't been here, Eddie has been living here, right?” Zee asks, and Steve replies with a nod. Corey begins scribbling something down, and Steve can't help but be distracted by it.

“And he’s been, what, staying in the guest room?” Zee asks, eyebrows raised, and Steve thinks about lying, but he shakes his head in a no, and the pencil scribbling starts up again.

Steve quickly defends his actions, “But it’s not what you think. I’ve known Eddie a long time and-”

“Please, Dad, just answer the questions we give you. No need to elaborate unless asked, ok?” Zee interrupts him.

“So you and Eddie are in love, right?” Zee asks.

“Yes.” Steve answers, “But you see, if I could just explain, things like this don't normally happen this quickly, it's just that-”

“Are you hard of hearing? A simple yes or no is sufficient for our investigation, ok?!” Corey says in a new york accent as he hits the table, making Steve and Zee jump. Clearly, Corey is Bad Cop.

“Well, let’s not get overly dramatic about it, Cor, geez. He’s already nervous!” Zee frowns and turns back to her paper. “Corey, I think the answer to this next one is obvious. It feels a little redundant to ask.”

“Could you just stick to the plan for once, please?! The answer may be obvious, but his micro-expressions might give away something else.” Corey complains.

“Fine!” Zee rolls her eyes and focuses back on Steve, “Are you serious about one another? For example, this is not just some kind of whirlwind romance thing?”

Steve folds his arms, and Corey’s pencil scratches away, so he quickly unfolds them again, “Er, yeah, very serious. Write that down.” Steve replies pointing at Corey’s pad.

“Cor, this one is stupid. It's been a week. They haven't got this far.” Zee complains with a sigh, but Corey ignores her, so she reluctantly reads it out, “Do you intend to marry him?” Steve pulls a face like the answer is obvious, and Zee smiles smugly, “See?!”

“Yes, I do.” Steve answers, and Zee’s jaw drops.

“What did I tell you?! I knew it! This is crazy, so fucking crazy,” Corey says, vindicated.

“Hey, you’ll watch your language, young man!” Steve interjects, pointing at Corey firmly.

“Sorry,” Corey says a little sheepishly.

“Ok, well, I’m assuming you want him to move in then?” Zee says with a tone and look of disbelief.

Steve sighs, leans over, and takes one of their hands in his own, “Listen, I like Eddie. Yeah, I love him. I’d love to have him live here, but not without your blessing.” Steve says genuinely, looking at them both compassionately. “There are plenty of other arrangements we could come to. Eddie was the person that actually brought it up. He didn't want to do anything that made you guys or your Mom uncomfortable. He knows he’s new to you all. He’s not gonna just waltz in here and take over your lives or home, ok? You are my priority. Always.” Steve gives their hands a squeeze.

Corey tilts his head to the side, “That's great to know, Dad, but we are more than aware of how obsessed with us you are. Like, I mean, Eddie could be doing us a bit of favour, taking up some of that attention, honestly.” he lets out a little laugh. Steve half smiles with a frown.

“You aren’t worried about that?” Steve asks, looking between them.

“No,” Zee laughs, “Not at all. We just wanted to make sure you were keeping your heart safe. That’s all. We heard…well overheard, that he broke your heart before, and we talked about it and thought we’d just ask, you know?”

Steve shuts his eyes for a moment to stop the tears welling up. He hadn't accomplished a lot off his own back in this lifetime. He was mainly fortunate and managed to land on his feet. But as his two children sit before him, he can see his lifetime achievement right there. Two brilliant, sassy, funny, talented, confident, thoughtful kids and his heart could just burst. He clears his throat, hoping the lump developing in it will dissipate.

“That was a long time ago. We were young, and it was more complicated back then than it is now. Eddie-” Steve tries to defend.

“Eddie can answer for his crimes when we see him next!” Corey says in his new york cop voice again.

“What? He’s gotta go through this too?” Steve says in surprise.

“Oh yeah!” Zee laughs, “We’ve drawn up a roommate contract for him too.”

#steddie #steddie fan fiction #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie fan fic #steddiefanfiction #steddiefanfic #madaboutmunson #madaboutmunsonagain #eddie munson #steve harrington

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its-the-val-pal · 1 year

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This is long and entirely OOC, so I don't expect anyone to read! It's fairly personal, but I need to get thoughts out and all that. So feel free to bail <3 thanks for clicking either way and ily, whoever you are.

I am a very private person, normally. I keep to myself, my one or two contacts, and just sort of go about my business. But lately I've been told that, due to my overactive mind, it would probably help to toss my thoughts out somewhere and get things on paper. A confession, if you will. And I was also told that I don't have to send it; that people often write letters and burn them up and.. whatever.

But that doesn't suit me, because I don't like wasting time and I don't like doing things that--at least to me--don't have a purpose. And I can argue with myself that writing things down and out certainly has a purpose, but it doesn't feel like it unless it's actually thrown out somewhere.

That being said, I don't expect to do these often. Or maybe I'll post the rest privately or something. I'm not sure. I'll probably figure that out as I go. But this is, for now, a confession of something I've realized about myself.

I really, really started to think a lot of things I enjoyed were dumb. I hid myself away in work in the desire for progress and betterment and.. that's fine. All things in moderation. But I don't do moderation so well. And in that, in being surrounded by people that often thought my favorite hobbies were ignorant, I started to feel the same way about them. And so I did a lot of it less and less. And that, in turn, hurt a lot of people I really care about. People that I've alienated for one reason or another and lost sight of that close bond and friendship.

And.. lately, I think I've come to realize how much I miss those things. It's a big part of why I've returned. I had only unsubbed for about three months, but the truth is I've really been gone much longer than that. And that was disrespectful to a lot of people, chief of those being my RP partner at the time who for some reason stuck around far longer than they should have. And I'll never be able to apologize to them enough for it. Or probably get that back.

I've really enjoyed exploring my characters and writing again. And how much the use of mods, which I once abhorred, really helped breathe life back into characters in a game that the aesthetic just never seemed to match. Val never had cool jackets and pants like he should have. Melfice barely got dark clothing to wear. The rest were.. okay, but those two were always my main characters and not having something to fit them felt very limiting.

So yeah. All things in moderation, and I keep telling myself that, and I'm not entirely sure where Val's current story will take him or where he'll end up, but I am definitely looking forward to it. There are certainly places I'd like for it to go, but whether he ends up there or not is out of my hands. And if I'm being honest? I hate that, too. Lack of control is something I've always struggled with. I don't do well when I can't manage things myself. And while this arc has been great, I've found myself missing Miqo'te Val and all the RP and fun I used to have on him.

Will he ever get that back? Sure. I'll bring him back to a Miqo'te once this plot has ran its course, assuming he lives through it. I've always had a big "if my character dies, they die" thing and.. I'm not going to shy away from it. I don't mind. It's part of the fun for me, really. Will he ever find another? Or get over his lost love? Or even be able to move on? Or, gods willing, reunite with his one true love?

I suppose time will tell.

#OOC

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bapple117 · 6 months

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I just read the latest chapter, went here immediately and saw the scrumptious art you made and please continue drawing Alastor the way you want to because he looks so wonderful—I’m just so thankful for the art of him and Verity. And you know the thing about art, it’s always great to see the artists’ style bleeding into the character and it’s what makes it so, so thrilling to see it.

This isn’t an ask, I think, probably. I am just legitimately too excited to do anything but gush right now about the latest chapter. Like, it was so perfect, the happy times, the smut, the way it escalated. His thing with his tail, please. Then, there’s Alastor being so worried about letting Verity out of his sight because he was worried about what might happen to her, like what happened to his mom when he wasn’t there for her. And Husk seeing a glimpse of how much Verity means to Alastor.

Vox making sure to hurt but not outright end Alastor, still holding a torch for sure, but not gonna lie—I’m hating on him, just a little, okay, maybe a lot because of what he did. He’s a bit pathetic and sad with the way he’s trying to attract Alastor’s attention, and I really, really hope the Vees get a lot of karma for what they did.

Like, Verity’s basically under the protection of the Princess and King of Hell??? And I don’t think Rosie would just sit back and do nothing? There’s also Husk, Angel Dust, Nifty, and Cherri Bomb?? I really, really hope the Vees get trampled on.

I loved it so much and when I was around the part with Alastor and Vox before Val confronts Verity, I was sorely tempted to stop around there because I just knew that whatever’s going to happen won’t be pretty but I couldn’t resist.

Thank you for the update, thank you for behemoth of a chapter with a lot of things going on. It was just so epic. Thank you again, I’ll reread the story again just to savor it.

I know writing such a masterpiece takes time, so I’ll wait patiently. Don’t burn yourself out and don’t forget that writing and creating art is something you do for yourself also—take care of yourself!

Thank you again for the chapter and the art, they were so epic, I swear.

Im so sorry that I rambled.

ARGHHHH my heart 😭😭😭

Thank you so so much for the lovely words, it means SO much

ILY ❤️

#bapple chats #iycssndsnaa #radiocotton #bapple writes #q&a

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simplybakugou · 3 years

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three year anniversary post

genuinely can't believe this blog has made it to three years. i didn't even think i would be able to keep this up for one let alone three.

this year has been hectic and unfortunately i wasn't able to make an event like i had initially wanted but instead i'd like to thank some people that i've met along on this three year journey :)

@nejiraez izzy my rock, my love, my wife. i genuinely cannot thank you enough for your friendship. the fact that we've been moots for almost three years is insaneee. you were one of the first blogs i followed on here and i couldn't believe it when i got a follow back but now look at us, sending tiktoks to each other and shit LMAO. ilysm and tysm for always hearing me out whether that it for my thousands of smau ideas or in general. again ily

@lovely-angst you were one of the OG blogs i followed and i remember screaming when you followed me back. i loved watching your blog do a whole 360 from writing bakugou angst to giyuu and now back to bakugou lol. i love your content and tysm for being a part of my three year journey

@bakugou-tm the original bakugou stan account omg. your blog was what inspired me to make my own bakugou writing blog and i remember loving our interactions, especially since you've fueled my villain!bakugou needs lmao. i love your content and it makes me so happy to see you writing again :)

@sipsteainanxiety SHAYY MY LOVE. i miss you :( and i loved everytime i saw your comments on my fics. i was so excited when i found out you were desi as well and it has just been a pleasure to be able to call you my friend

@shoutogepi rosieeee hi :) i know we haven't talked that much lately but i genuinely want to tysm for being such a genuine part of my tumblr experience. you're so sweet and ily

@dimplesum faye omg i still can't believe we're moots LMAO. you were always one of those "big" blogs to me (for obvious reasons cause you're so talented and deserve all of the support you get) and i've always wanted to created content the way you do. ty for always being so sweet and lovely to me

@rat-zuki ANNIEEEE you're probably one of the moots i'm most surprised to be mutuals with LMAO only cause you're so cool and i remember being so blown away by your blog/content when i first followed you. i couldn't believe someone as talented as you followed me and you'll always have a special place in my heart, my fellow mallu

@mirakeul bianca i always appreciate the comments you've left on my work. it's been such a pleasure reading your content and i can't wait to see how your account grows in the future

@kurinhimenezu i've always loved and appreciated every comment you've left on my work. your username always feels so familiar when i see it and i can't ty enough for your support

@sassi-sunflower SUNNY it's been so long since we last spoke but it's always so fun to talk to you. you're comments give me LIFE and ilysm

@xtsundere-princess @boosyboo9206 @serowotonin @life-is-not-daijobu anytime i see any of your comments on my work, it makes my day. you're the type of people that i think of whenever i'm writing and i smile whenever i see your usernames in my notifs. ily all so much

@reddriot z, you're so talented and such an angel. i know we haven't spoken in a while but i love going through your account and seeing your edits and your work and you never fail to amaze me

@sheerxradiance SHEEEEER my first emoji anon and the first anon i had like a whole little friendship with. i remember being so shocked when i found out you were the 🥰 anon because i would always try and figure out who you were but i was way off. i remember seeing your username pop in my notifs from time to time and everytime i talk to you i can't help but smile, ilysm

@todosweetheart val :) you're so talented and your art blows my mind everytime. it's such an honor to be able to see your art and call you one of my moots. ilysm

@katsuhera hera i know we haven't known each other for long but your writing is the epitome of *chef's kiss* i remember screaming when i found out you listen to GD/bigbang and i got so excited. thank you for being a part of my journey

@k-atsukidayo fey i know you haven't been active lately but i hope you see this. you're one of my favorite writers on this app and i hope to be able to write like you someday. your writing is so magical and jaw dropping and i cannot believe i get to call you my moot. ilysm

anyone and everyone who has supported me:

i started this blog july 9 of 2018 without any expectations. i used to write on wattpad and after i got into bnha and falling in love with bakugou's character, i immediately wanted to write scenarios about him. never did i imagine that i would still be writing three years later. it feels surreal. it's even more surreal that i've got so much support. every single like, comment, reblog, and follow makes me overjoyed and i always see anytime anyone interacts with my blog. these interactions are what keeps my blog going most days.

here's to three more years hopefully lol so i hope you look forward to the content that i'll continue to make :)

#v sappy for no reason #miratalks

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kth1 · 2 years

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hi mags ily and ur gifs very much keep on blessing us with perfect gorgeous beautiful amazing perfect again gifs okay

content creator appreciation! list five favorite sets you’ve made and send this ask to five other content creators ❤️‍🩹

hi miss val <3 i appreciate you reaching out to me with this love chain. i saw it a little bit ago but i wont lie, i got stumped on how to even reply to it. thank you for helping me grow as a giffer as well. i still give you credit for helping me out!

i can't even think of which sets are my true favorite... if anything they probably all will be taehyung. i think the first couple i think are any of the vampire ones, gamer ones, and my howl x taehyung one. (also how come its so difficult to find things on my own blog via desktop)

mainly all vampire ones recently have been his PTD black swan / fake love fit. you all know what it looks like and i don't want to bother sending all 473829 sets of them. <3 (this goes with saying my jin and jimin ones are very pretty as well. the coloring of those blues were really hard but i managed to do well)

this gamer taehyung set probably is the highest noted gifset i have and i am forever grateful to those who also enjoy the aesthetic. gamer. black fluffy hair. green jumper/sweater. a full boyfriend feel. i am probably most proud of this one because i made this without knowing much about softening actions, colored the heck out of it (bc that shit was so difficult), and just wanted to enjoy seeing such a natural look from tae.

this howl x tae set took me a while to do. i really like how i did it and feel like it deserves the most love. but that's not up to me. i will love it forever and that will be enough <3

over all - i've come a long way with gif making. and wanting to feel creative and unique at the same time. i've been told a handful of times that some people can even notice (without looking at watermark) that a specific gif is might just based on how it's done -- and knowing people can see my own touch on things really shows how special of a creator i am. this makes me happy.

(sorry if i don't sound humble at all - it is a post about gloating a little bit...)

#ask #thank you val for sending me this and saying such nice words to me

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pettyprocrastination · 4 years

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Dinner for Three

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x Valerie Lord x Black!Fem!Reader

OneShot: This is just a non-canon fic! This is basically placed AFTER the timelines of this fic, just a fun little side ficlet surrounding you and the lords after yall get together in celebration of Valentines day!

*If you want to read the rest of the fic so far here's a link to my masterlist where you can find Rip Out Our Seams & Stitch Us Together*

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: profanity, some groping going on and kissing. That's about it! Fluff and talking of self-worth.

Summary: It's Valentine's Day, you decide to treat Valerie to a nice homecooked dinner, Maxwell joins you when he returns home from work.

If the formatting is fucked im sorry tumblr fucked this like three times today im just trying to get it POSTED for you all.

Tag List: @captainsamwlsn @themarcusmoreno @cinewhore @thesadvampire @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa @readsalot73 @holographic-carmen @honestlystop @thecrimsonsquire @phoenixhalliwell @that-chick212 @phantomnae @goldafterglow

If I forgot to tag you I'm so sorry please let me know!

Notes: BIG thank you to @ficsilike-reblogged who bought me a kofi! I know i was meant to do asomething shorter but i couldn't help myself! Also my usual big thanks for the ever lovely @teaofpeach for editing for me you are an absolute treat my dear ily <3

(i coudn't find any good lasagna gifs the TRAGEDY)

“What in God’s name are you wearing?”

You turned around at the shocked voice to see Valerie standing in the kitchen doorway, red painted lips dropped open.

You grinned and planted your hands on your hips with pride. “My Valentine’s Day outfit! You don’t like it?”

Her face fell flat as she looked you up and down; the main culprit of her disdain was the shirt you wore, buttoned neatly and covered in hearts. “Hon, you look like a cartoon character.”

You wiggled your brows. “A sexy cartoon character?”

“Remind me again why I love you?”

Hearing the word ‘love’ from Valerie Lord would never not send your heart into a frenzy. It had been months since the gala, since they had told you about their feelings with courage brought on my champagne and their own confessions to one another.

They finally had each other, why couldn't they have you as well?

Of course, that didn’t mean there wasn’t a… learning curve. When it came to the relationship, Valerie was bad at sharing her feelings. Sure, she’d say when she didn’t like somebody, or when she thought certain food tasted bad or when Maxwell’s new cologne smelled like rat shit. But she wouldn’t tell you when she was sad, insecure or felt like she wasn’t enough for the both of you.

Maxwell was too concerned with the outer view of the relationship, as he had been with Valerie since they got married. It was suspicious of course, for him to be seen leaving with a “mystery woman” without his wife around, so he took certain precautions. When out and about, he would take too much time fretting over the cameras and questions than you.

These precautions nearly cost them your relationship, their sweet girl who brought them together and showed them love and care and made them realize while they couldn't live without each other, they couldn’t live without you as well.

But now, they knew this. That you weren’t a fling who could be replaced. Your nimble fingers had stitched their beating hearts back together with a golden thread they wouldn’t dare untie from your own.

You turned away from the heiress and back to the stove as you stirred the red sauce in front of you.

“As abhorrent as that shirt is-” Her voice purred in your ear as her arms slid around your waist and pulled your back flush against her- “I love you in those jeans.”

You chuckled and kept your eyes on the task at hand as you slowly stirred. “As much of a compliment that is, Mrs. Lord, why don’t you keep those hands to yourself until I put this on the stove, alright?”

She hummed, contemplative before pressing her lips to the crook of your neck. “So mean to me baby.”

Her hands toyed with your belt loop, a painted nail hooking your shirt and slowly sliding it out from where it was tucked.

You sucked in a sharp breath. “Valerie.”

“What? Can’t I show my pretty baby some love on Valentines day?”

“Not while I’m cooking on a hot stove, little-miss-gropey.” A quick slap to her wrist with the wooden spoon made her yelp and yank her hands away from you.

“Bitch!”

You turned and pursed your lips. “Aww, poor baby, want me to kiss it better?”

She grumbled under her breath, taking in the splattered food on her wrist from the spoon before swiping her finger through it and bringing it to her mouth.

“Maybe you can kiss my ass instea- Oh, damn that’s good.”

Her eyes widened and you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of such a high and mighty woman licking the back of her hand.

“Is that-”

“Basil?” She hummed at the taste. “I’m glad you enjoy it. It’s my father’s recipe.”

Valerie watched you as you cooked. Methodically adding each ingredient while humming along to the radio and swaying from side to side.

“You don’t talk about him much.”

Valerie knew you were different than her and Maxwell. Your childhood wasn’t full of flashing cameras, propping questions, and hiding tears behind fake smiles to reporters. When your father was brought up in conversation, you didn’t bristle or change the subject. You would smile.

She wasn’t jealous of that joy. That love you had from your family. She’s grateful for it, that amongst the struggles you had, there was also support and happiness.

“He doesn’t come up in conversation often.” Valerie’s hands once more wrapped around your waist, but simply settled at your hips. Her body was flush with your own and she let her head rest on your shoulder, gently swaying with you as you continued to cook.

“Tell me about him.”

She saw the small smile that graced your lips, mourning and grateful all at once as you spoke of him.

“He used to say that as people, we’re a collection of those around us. The ones we’ve loved. All their little mannerisms and tics become a part of who we are. And that we do the same for other people who love us.”

As you slowly set the pasta onto the bottom of the pan and began to layer the sauce, she wondered who you were an amalgamation of. Was the way you tilted your head back as you laughed from an old flame?

Was the way you sang and shook your hips from a best friend when you were young, who you wished had been more?

Were the soft kisses you press to the tip of their noses something given to you? Or an act of love learned by watching your parents?

Did you have anything of hers? Of Max’s?

Did they have anything of yours?

“I see it in you and Max, yanno.” You stepped back to open the oven and settle the pan on the top rack before shutting it. “You both do a lil’ nose scrunch when you get angry.”

“What?” She drew back from your body, unintentionally wrinkling her nose in the process. “We do not.”

You pulled her close to your body again. Your arms settled around her waist as you slowly moved side to side. You hummed along to the smooth voice of Grover Washington Jr. that danced from the radio and filled the large kitchen, empty except for the two of you.

“Sure do. You're also both very boujee-”

“Hey.”

“A touch temperamental-”

“I’ll give you that one but-"

“As well as emotionally constipated-”

“Excuse me?”

“And yet-” You hummed, letting your head drop forward to rest against hers, nose bumping against hers in a gentle caress- “I can’t help but love you both every damn day.”

Her blue eyes widened, before she groaned and shoved her face into your shirt.

“You fucking sap.” She lifted her head to yours and kissed you. The melody curled around you as she wrapped her arms around your neck and tugged you flush against her. A soft moan broke from her lips as you ran your hands over the plush skin of her ass.

You pulled away long enough to press a kiss to the tip of her nose, giggling when her face scrunched up in response. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Val."

Valerie Lord never thought she’d have this. This love and security. The ability to smile and kiss and dance on a Sunday night in the arms of a lover. She didn’t think she’d ever have a day where she felt love, a love she wasn’t afraid to admit.

Especially to two people.

The pair of you danced in silence, listening to the lyrics that serenaded the way you spun her and the laugh that bubbled up her chest her perfect, pinned, blonde curls came loose.

And darling when the morning comes

And I see the morning sun

I wanna be the one with you.

When Maxwell came home, he noticed how quiet the house was. No chatter or footsteps along the hardwood floors. He knew what day it was, of course he did. He wasn’t an idiot. Valentine’s Day wasn’t a special day with the Lords. It never had been.

But of course, that was before they met you.

Maxwell never saw that love with his parents. His mother was cold and cruel, and while his father was a good man, he knew he didn’t love her. He didn’t blame him for it. But now he felt it. The way his heart would hammer against his ribs so hard he wondered if you could hear him. The way all his stress and anger would melt away the moment Valerie’s hands held his face in a grasp like that used to carry a bird with a broken wing.

He didn’t think it was possible to love. To desire and need somebody as much as he did you two. Now he did, and he wouldn’t go back to a life without it for all the money and power in the world.

The sound of smooth sax caught his attention. Slowly, he set down his briefcase and followed the music until he found himself in front of the kitchen.

This. Maxwell thought as he watched the two of you, your eyes shut as you held one another in a close embrace as swayed. This is why he did it all.

The long hours, the greuling work and idiotic employees. If he could come home to this everyday, it’d all be worth it.

He leaned against the doorway, watching you two until your own eyes opened and met his.

“Happy to finally have you with us monopoly-man.”

He snorted at your lovingly crude nickname. “It was a long day at work.” Gone was the fake ‘apple-pie-and-picket-fence’ accent he forced himself to use at work when he spoke and you loved it. To see the real Maxwell was a privilege, one you would never take for granted.

“Every day at work is a long day for you.”

Before he could retort, his wife unwrapped her arms from you and walked over to her husband. Valerie cupped his face in her hand and led him to her lips with a soft moan. Maxwell melted into the kiss with ease, all thoughts of work and conference calls vanished into thin air as his wife’s fingers carded through his hair. She pulled away with a wet pop and ran a thumb over the smudged lipstick on his face.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, dear.”

Maxwell let his hand run over her bottom lip with a lazy smile. She was magnificent like this. Not preened or pinned or posed. She was messy and unkempt and happy. She never looked more breathtaking than in those moments.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey.”

Her eyes flicked over his crisp suit and her sweet smile was replaced with a groan.

“Son of a bitch you fuckers are matching!”

You shrieked with laughter while Valerie pointed an accusatory finger at the heart-covered tie that lay on her husband’s chest.

“You tacky traitor!”

You leaned over and pressed your lips to his cheek, his hand coming to rest at the small of your back.

“Aw don’t worry, Max. She’s just jealous she isn't matching with us.”

Valerie reared back. “I’ll be caught dead before I ever-”

“Alastair sent them to us.”

A moment of silence passed before she spoke again, more offended than annoyed.

“And he didn’t send one for me?”

Maxwell smirked at his wife, fishing out a small white box and presenting it to her.

“Our son knows his mother wouldn’t be caught dead in anything with gaudy patterns.” He opened the box and she took in the red heart earrings with a smile.

Which was ultimately ruined by you.

“Aw, he boujee just like his mama!”

Before either one could snap back at you, a small ding sounded through the kitchen and you moved quickly over to the oven.

“You know-” Maxwell spoke as he put the earrings on his wife with gentle hands- “We have a chef for a reason.”

You brought out the pan and set it onto the stove, taking in the savory smell with a proud smile.

“Well, fine then. Go get your cook to make you dinner if you want to complain.”

“Wait. Wait, no that not- that’s not what I meant- I’m starving, please.”

Valerie moved around her husband, taking a bottle of red wine and bumping his hip with hers. “Just set the table Maxwell, we both know how you can make it up to her later. It’s a special day after it all.”

Her husband loosened his tie and grinned at you in a way that made you think he wanted to eat you for dinner instead of the meal you prepared.

“Lovely idea, darling.”

#maxwell lord #maxwell lord x oc #maxwell lord x reader #maxwell lord x you #valerie lord x reader #maxwell lord x valerie lord x reader #ROOSASUT #ww1984 #wonder women 1984 #fanfiction #max lord #maxwell lorenzano #tell me if i missed any tags lmao

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ennui-gt · 3 years

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Here it is. A Piece Of Borrower Content Written Entirely In Stream Of Consciousness:

AN: so this is incomplete and very…needs revisions to the timeline to incorporate some things I added later! It’s the original universe that Mira’s from! I edited it like Slightly to just change Ross’s name to Ross (if u see Max anywhere that’s his old one I just felt like changing it so that’s just him but different. Anyway) Everything's under the readmore tab, cheers!

The Library Fairy:

Basic Plot (Chrono, comic starts from human perspective abt the ‘legend of the library fairy’ ig maybe. Nothing here is permanent cept the characterization)

Part A

1- Mira is borrower currently chillin in a college library

2- She lives off of the cafe on the second floor nd reads lots and lots of stuff about everything when the upper floors close (lower floor open 24/7 but upper floors r vacant p much after 12:00 AM)

3- she starts getting increasingly curious about human stuff cos she’s literate nd books r pry neat

4- it starts one night when she spots an unattended notebook and a half eaten blueberry muffin, nd it’s 12:30 so nobody’s coming back in atm (it’s the 80s so no laptops for the plebians quite yet)

5- so she goes ‘welp’ nd takes part of the muffin, then sees the work on the page and goes ‘hmmmm this is incorrect’ so she helps our and leaves notes here n there to point the kid in the right direction and puts down some book refs for further study bcos at this point she’s been there for 2 years and she knows where most things are

6- she stays behind to see if the human comes back for it, hidden in a hidey hole near the desk

7- human comes in, sees notebook, practically melts w relief nd stuffs it in his bag

8- next day human comes back nd leaves nother notebook and a cookie, along w a hidden camera

9- Mira goes ‘o boy, this a trap, innit’

10- Mira then decides ‘eh whatever I haven’t had contact w anyone in years now so I might as well’

11- she steals the camera film nd leaves a lil scrap of paper saying ‘nice try ;)’ on it

12- student comes back, sees paper, goes ‘dammit’, then leaves note addressed to the ‘library fairy’ and another cookie, as well as more of their work for her to help with

13- bout a decade goes by and now the “Library Fairy” is an urban myth, it’s currently 2003 so she’s also wound up on the school’s unofficial Wikipedia page under ‘local cryptids’

14- most library employees know of her but they don’t go looking out of fear stemming from superstitions bout her, somehow the legend grew from ‘can’t be photographed’ to ‘a student once saw her and died that day’

15- there’s now a small shrine devoted to her where ppl bring offerings hoping to get good grades in return, sometimes they will leave papers for her to proofread nd stuff

16- new prof (named Alexei) finds online article thinks he Knows What’s Up bcos he had a borrower friend as a kid, but they left when borrower’s fam found out about them knowing each other

17- he leaves note wedged in one of her secret entrances behind outlet, asking if she can meet w him at some point

18- Mira, already In it, goes ‘Okay. Alright. This has gone on for long enough. Time to go and never return’ but ofc she’s curious as all hell and like she decides she will at least honor the guy’s request for a convo b4 she goes, but on her terms and w/o speaking face 2 face

19- they Talk in the library after hours, bcos he paid off the janitor to let him stay after hours nd most of the student employees recognize him as a prof nd leave him alone

20- they talk again for every subsequent night

21- she uhhhh finally decides to reveal herself nd prays that her hunch was right nd he won’t try to grab her or anything

22- he doesn’t but she’s nervous so she winds up gettin caught in her own climbing rope like idiot, is now dangling from ceiling in tangled mess

23- he stifles chuckle nd she says smthn sarcastic

24- he moves closer and offers to untangle her

25- she’s like ‘please’

26- so he do, but her grip on the rope slips nd he has to catch her

26- so now she’s in his hand and he just sets her down and now he’s a bumbling embarrassed mess bcos he said he wasn’t going to hold her and he just did and o dear pls forgib him

28- nd she’s like ‘dude u just saved my life it’s fine ur fine chill’

29- internally she’s going HOLY FUCK AAAAAAA but externally, her human’s already worked up enough as it is so she’s gotta b the level headed one

29.5- after a while they both kinda get used to each other more, he gets tenure, they celebrate, some more stuff happens, Aleksei got married (not to Mira, Mira hasn’t actually rly thought about being in a relationship w anyone cos she’s laser focused on gaining as much knowledge as possible)

30- eventually Alexei’s like ‘hey so I’m dean of faculty for the biotech branch now uhhhh would u like actual job teaching students? Cos, uh, you can do it remotely thru online lectures n stuff, no in person interaction, and I uh was just kinda wondering—‘

31- she’s like ‘yes. Yes!!! LET ME HELP PEOPLE OFFICIALLY KINDA’

32- so now she’s a professor, and has revealed her Secret a few times here n there to a number of the faculty, nd she has recorded her own findings in a personal journal

33- ‘humans will treat u like a human if they think ur human first. The kids call it ‘catfishing’’

34- enter Ross, an mall goth who accidentally tripped headfirst into a premed program

35- Mira’s favorite field of study is bio so naturally she’s his prof for a majority of his classes

36- being the good boy that he is, he now knows Mira’s secret. There is an Entire Chapter on him finding out and legit just continuing their conversation as if everything was normal bcos he thought that was how he was supposed to handle the situation

37- then she says ‘u can ask questions, u know’ he’s like OH THANK FUCK CAUSE I HAVE SEVEN HUNDRED OF THOSE

38- and now he kinda knows what to look for in terms of ‘do borrowers live here check yes or no’

39-in his apartment, the answer is yes and he mistakenly kinda stumbles upon the mom one night when he wakes up in the middle of the night for Snack and opts to pretend like its not happening. Unfortunately the thing she was trying 2 borrow (piece of crumb cake for Son Boy’s birthday) is the thing he wants 2 eat so he’s like “uh. ‘Scuse me, ma’am.” and he peels back the saran wrap on the other side of the plate, takes piece, nd then leaves some there for her

40-so now the woman is like ‘welp guess it time 2 Leave’

.1- she and husband Talk

.2-they decide it best 2 go

.3-theyre Packing

.4-lil bab Ellie confused

.5-hawk attacke

.6-cut to Ross

41- Ross also happens to work at a bar and he goes outside for a break

43- he finds smal child—smol smal—on the sidewalk and said child is missing an arm, nd has lost a lot of blood, so he’s uhhhhh Losing It highkey

43.5-parents r nowhere 2 b seen, but the hawk is nearby and circling. Ross gets an idea of what just happened

44- he up and leaves work, thankfully his apartment is above the shop so he jumps up the fire escape w the child and

45- he make tourniquet

46- he calls Mira nd asks her 2 come over to ASAP. he’s A Mess at this point

47- it is Very touch and go, kid needs blood, Mira is the only viable donor so she’s just gotta pray that the blood type is fine and won’t kill him

48- and then eventually they manage 2 stave infection thru antibiotics properly dosed to his size, Mira does Math and Prays basically

49- ‘bout a month in, kid wakes up

50- kid doesn’t rember much since he’s only 3

51- hes v scared of Ross at first but over time he gets used 2 the human

52- kid (elliot) starts 2 call Ross ‘dad’ after a while

53- Ross: *internal screaming but in a good way*

54- the end kinda for now

Part 2

A- New Borrowers In The Building

—three of em. paranoid dad, mom, nd daughter that’s Elliot’s age so he’s pumped

B- Elliot offers them a place 2 stay briefly

C- he knows by now bout like, how borrowers don’t typically interact w humans and Auntie Mira’s a bit of a weird case so he just doesn’t tell em bout his dad being the human

D- the kid finds out first nd doesn’t tell the parents, but they figure it out later kinda and think that it’s a ‘o god he’s being kept as a pet’ sitch so they’re >:| abt it

E- they move out and try to take Elliot w them (by force bcos they think he’s brainwashed) but he escapes and makes it to Ross, who’s like “uhhhhhh”

F- and the mom come out the hole near the counter n starts yelling at Ross, who is…kinda used to it since Mira brings in ppl who need help from time 2 time and they typically don’t react well when they’re lucid enough to understand what’s going on. He’s just not used to being questioned about his own kid

G- so they’re like “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING WITH HIM”

H- and he’s like “r…raising him???”

I- and Ellie steps up and he’s like “this is my dad. I decided he was my dad when I was three. He’s being a good parent”

J- and Ross is like “yeah what he said. I’m a good parent.”

K- Ross is riding that high til the end of fucking time but like back to the story at hand

L- this is when the husband comes out nd is like “lissen. wifey. ily but that is a very big human and he hasn’t grabbed us yet so let’s count our blessings and gtfo”

M- but she’s like “uh no we stay until I’m sure Elliot is Safe and fucking Sound”

N- so they stay for dinner nd stick around a little longer.

O- Val (the kid) gets closer 2 Elliot and also Ross a bit

P- Mira shows once or twice, first time she shows up they’re like “oh god it’s the crazy doctor lady this all makes sense now” (bcos Mira does check up on as many borrower families as possible in her free time so word has got around by now Of her, and the number by which to contact her in case her services r needed)

Q- After a month or so, then they decide to leave bcos they’re like “look we get that ur son is ur son and he only has one arm and in our profession that is kind of a death sentence but we can’t have our kid getting used to dealing w humans who know about our existence” so they go and leave on a kind of sour note bcos Ellie can do anything he wants to do just as well as any other borrower Thank You Very Much and Ross is ready to fite anyone who thinks otherwise

R- Elliot starts trying 2 b more independent, basically from now on he’s like ‘I can do everything my Damn Self Thanks’

S- but uh he does it to a point where he’s going out of the way to endanger himself

T- so they get into a fite about it and ross Yells and Elliot is like ‘kthxbye’

U- and the boi just. Fuckin bolts. Runs Away. Ross is a Mess, he starts smoking again (he quit cold turkey the day he took Elliot in) to curb the depression, he’s jus. Not doin good, worried that his son is dead and the last time they talked it’d ended badly

V- FREEDOM!!!1! Except Ellie doesn’t kno how to take care of himself so it’s a rough month or so and then he runs into some other borrowers livin in their own town in the wild ig, chillin, being hella independent, and he’s like “uh yes ofc I will join u, I was w my dad for a while but.........” he neither confirms nor denies that his dad’s dead but everyone kinda just assumes.

Part 3

W-anyway a year goes by and then the borrower group gets hit hard w some kind of sickness ig. Elliot gets it too he’s basically incapacitated n drifting in and out of lucidity. So. They contact the weird crazy doctor lady who hangs around humans, a.k.a. Mira, and she’s like “oh. fuck. I know this kid.” bcos she does, u kno, and she jus treats em all for their ailment and shows them how to make antibiotic poultice thing in case smthn like it happens again. Mold. Penicillin is basically what it is

X-she and Elliot hav a Chat (Mira basically yells at him a lot) once he’s fixed up and he decides he’s gonna visit his dad but he makes it very clear that he is a Grown Up (he’s not, he’s literally sixteen), and he is living on his own now

Y- he agrees to stay for a week tho since he misses his home a lot tbh and Ross is just. Over the fucking moon to know he’s ALIVE, he’s not gonna fuck up their relationship by insisting that he stay. Or like, by keeping him ofc he would never

Z- unfortunately the borrower community put two and two together and figured out his dad’s human so they have his stuff packed up when he gets back w mira, who’s ready to go the fuck off on them

End 1:

-Ellie is living at Ross’s place atm and hopeful about the future basically. He eventually will go off on his own but he’ll keep in contact w his dad and stuff

Part C.5

55- few yrs later

56- elliot is Adult now he does adult borrower stuff

57- he moves out

58- finds nice borrower gf (her name’s Tess)

59- doesn’t tell her about his dad being human but talks about his dad a LOT

60- so when she asks to meet said father he’s just like “uh. Maybe we don’t do that actually”

61- and she’s like “y tho”

62- and he’s like “bcos”

63- anyway she decides to look into it cos she knows he goes to see his dad nd keep in touch but his dad is allegedly “a recluse who lives in the big scary human’s walls to avoid other ppl”

64- which is. Not true in the slightest tbqh he’s def not an introvert he’s just a workaholic and he Is the big scary human

65- anywho they run into Val and her wife and she’s like “how’s Ross been?” And Elliot is acting Very Suspish so she, being Smart, calls it immediately and is like “oh shit u haven’t told her yet have u”

66- Tess: “told me what”

67- Val: “El’s dad is a human, bro.”

68- Tess: “I’m sorry?”

69- this results in a Big Fight and they separate for like, a month. Elliot blames Val bcos he’s being irrational and doesn’t wanna admit to the fact that lying to his girlfriend for over a year was Real Bad Actually, but over time he’s like ‘yeah it’s my fault sry for snapping at u’ cos he works thru his emotions n stuff

70- Eventually gf comes back cos she’s like “ok so. I understand why you lied to me about your dad. It was a dick move but I do get it and I still care about you a lot. I would like. To meet him.”

80- this is a lie she does not want to meet him she is doing this bcos she does not want to lose Elliot and that outweighs the fear of his dad

81- so they go to meet him but she’s just kinda. Behind the wall at first like “that’s a crazy big human this is crazy ur crazy it’s time to gO”

82- Val is also there bcos she hasn’t seen Ross in a while

83- they eventually coax her out of hiding

84- and by that I mean Val picks her up and drags her out into the open by force bcos she basically freezes up the second she catches sight of Ross and Val’s like “u didn’t come all this way for nothing, bich”

85- they have a Painfully Awkward First Meeting, Tess is trying her best but oh god he’s just too fucking. Larg. Ellie ur dad too big

86- tbh tho the ice kinda breaks after Ellie and Ross get into a fight over smthn stupid (im thinking Elliot grumbles bout Ross’s hair being unruly and he’s worried that mira’s using it like a personal storage system again and Ross is like “I’ve been keeping better track of that actually” and then like a little line of paper clips and a few hand-bound notebooks tied together w some string fall out of his fucking mane and he’s like “I can explain”

87- “dad you can’t keep letting her use your hair like a fucking NEST”

88- Tess is laughing now cos god damn this was not what she was expecting

89- that’s it the end it ends w Tess laughing at them being idiots good times r had by all

Uhhhh that’s it so far. I have More but it’s kinda jumbled rn and I need to fit stuff in places. Anyway.

#was gonna make this into a comic lawl #if I like actually manage to get off my ass over the coming weeks I probably will be able to do that! but yeah #also this was once posted b4 and I deleted it but it’s back now say hellow #Library Fairy #oc: Mira #oc: Ross #oc: Elliot #oc: Tess #oc: Val #oc: Alexei #anyway yeah here it is behold #the uhhhhh most slice of life thing I have ever created

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kreidewaltz · 4 years

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YEAR END LOVE.

happy holidays and advance happy new year everyone!! this was supposed to be for christmas but.. yeah hope u had a great time w your loved ones <33 this is for my friends who helped me get thru shitty times, who made me laugh so hard, and made me feel appreciated :) to my mutuals, thank u for taking ur time to talk to me!! any interactions from u guys makes me so so happy <3 im proud of you for getting through this year!! this is gonna b a long one .. hehe <3 sorry if i didn't mention u!! i still love u :( this is in no particular order dw dw ily all d same

to my followers, mutuals, and people who likes my stuff in general ツ

AAAAAAA guys ily you rock !! thank u for supporting me and just being there for me (esp for the ones who listened and stayed w my shit !!) ty for liking, reblogging about my stuff, or just interacting w me!! pls pls talk to me let's have some good convo hehe i hope no one will send me or any blog hate bc that isn't cool >:( happiness and love only are allowed people!!!

@sunakissses ツ

my bestie, my bae, babe <3 you rock val if im honest :( even tho we haven't been friends for a long time, we just clicked !! and yeah talking to u is just makes me at ease n u have that comfy vibes :)) and our interactions r so funny and wholesome <33 i just love when im talking to ya you know :(( and idk i love ur supportive aura whenever i do something hehe :( lets keep going next year and be more closer >:) and yes u and suna r going to be the cat's first ever aunt and uncle <3

@romaune ツ

okay .. the literal meaning of sunshine, yes you gracie baby :( you're so wholesome i wanna cry thats me 2 u !! i love your aura and just everything, i get so excited when u reply to my asks fr, because ure so enthusiastic n i like that a lot !!! :( ik we don't talk a lot yet but from our interactions (or just us screamin abt our mans winks) i know i gained a friend, a good n funny friend for that:) and ure so like hinata i wanna squish and hug and talk to!! i love how we scream abt our ongoing suna brainrots HAHA can't forget that <33

@cryoqi ツ

people put ur hands up 4 the coolest person ive met !!!! >:( istg you're so kind and so funny even if thats not ur intention T_T at first i was intimidated by u but then yeah <33 we vibe :( only the real ones know abt us and me bein your bread anon <33 ure rlly great and can't forget d time us and dove sang thru texts ...? yes that i cried while laughing HAHA, and yes i love the way u write 2!! so you and just amazing overall :)) n yeah i like to talk to u a lot in the server !!! ure so funny & relatable at times hihi

@miyasangel ツ

arden bae !!! you're so ... cool and pretty and one of the people i want 2 talk to in here <3 you're like cool and the way you write is chefs kiss >:( and i love it whenever we talk abt random things AHSHS and when we talk abt atsumu <33 i love love that !! n yeah good thing i interacted w u b4 on ur old blog and get to talk to you more !!! i was so shy n nervous while sending you asks sometimes LMAO idk why :(( ure rlly a great friend <3 n i think u also became a factor on why im liking inarizaki :D

@cafemiya ツ

omg hail to issy !! i know we don't talk that much yet but i literally like u a lot >:( you're rlly great w your long fics !! n handmade heaven lead me to you and ur asks <3 and you're so chaotic too HAHA i like that :) dw ill always shower u w compliments bc u so deserve it bby !!! and i squeal sometimes when u reply to my asks w the same energy :(( n yes i just love you and your vibe in general <3 and im so excited 4 the collab !!! <3 thanks for reaching me out hehe or my slowburn fic journey wont happen :( anw ily and keep slayin issy baby!!!! :D

@kuro0luvr ツ

omg kieran .. the big phat supporter of chlojime is here people !!! <3 i just love loooove talking to you esp in the server & we scream abt anything n everything :( and thank u for always giving me support and everyone else when we're down!! you're one of my sunshines 2 :( i love how we just talk and instantly b close friends you know!! even tho we dont chat like in dms we r so close hehe :( and yes ill never forget how happy u got when i complimented that u have akaashi vibes <3 ty for being a good friend n supporter to me :(((

@oikawasbliss ツ

milo everyday !!! >:) i missed our interactions tbh :( you're just so chill n i vibe w u a lot!! your themes omg i want em its so aesthetic and everything <3 and uhm i love ur love for oikawa >< i mean who wouldn't but whenever i see smth kawa related i think of u immediately T_T and yes ure just so so cool :(( lets talk more soon gah and maybe talk abt aot hehe smirks <3 and yes i just like ur themes and vibe a lot <3 lets talk more soon gah >:)

@himichii ツ

I KNOW we didn't talk really like until few weeks ago but ... you're so funny and kind n lowkey sweet HAHA u were so intimidating before i can't talk 2 u <//3 but im glad i did !! not me writin this and listening to the playlist u made for me :( omg thank u for that and the other that u posted, i felt nostalgic and (good) sad on d inside <3 HAHS lets talk more omfg idk what 2 say :( OH oh ure a greatt writer :( the angst u sent yesterday made me sad gah <3 let's talk more in the new years!!! :(

@hajimine ツ

oml lexy bae where do i start??? omg ily like <3 because you're so nice n sweet n so funny 2!! glad i started participating in your ask games and on that we became friends hehe :( i love how we just talk abt anything on your asks <33 like ur life keeps me entertained HAHA and when u became more chaotic n all that .. i liked it!!! :( and oh u write so well if u didnt know >:( can't wait 4 more interactions w you bae !! <3 and ugh omg ily <3 literally cannot express how much :( you have good vibes n i wanna have that too !! and love how we just scream over one man ;D

@lcaita ツ

omg kai ... hi <3 HAHS sorry if im so awkward wtf but ure so cool and so funny !!! i like ur vibes always even tho ure not always around <3 and when youre around i just get happy !!! >< for some reason i love ur name hehe and uhm i love ur aesthetics hehe on ur acc !!! >:) and yes thank u for being a kind friend hehe :( lets talk more next yr abt anything!!! maybe abt ur mans (kaashi, semi, others) hehe ;)

@kemochie ツ

nea !!! i just . wanna say that you're a sweet human being :( and deserve the world :( ik we didnt interact much yet but !!! i love u already n your aura in general <3 and i just get soft on ur username for some reason T_T i love our little interactions from time 2 time n i wanna boost that more on the new years!! <3 idk i like u :( that's it thats my say :(

@nightmareupondaydream ツ

kana baby !!! im so grateful for u whenever u send me sweet words at random times ... and when i need it <3 and i missed our chats in dms :( lets do it again sometime !! im gonna be here for u okay :( and you're so sweet fr i love u,, and yeah just talkin about how shitty life is or how my writing goes, let's do that on the new years oki!! <3333

@ravscrii ツ

thank u for being there like really >< ik u have own probs to solve but you still helped me :( ty for being a great listener and supporter hehe <3 u deserve great things !!! and pls dw okay we're good even tho we arent talking that much :( i miss that hehe n ure a kind and funny person ASHS esp in the server ur replies n everything make me laugh :( lets talk more soon like the old times AAAAAA i miss it hehe <3 and goodluck on genshin HAHA pls entertain me w it even tho i don't play </3

@rintaroll ツ

olivia babe <3 omg i missed u sorry 4 not checking on u :( forgive me <//3 just wnna say u totally made my 2020 better n a little more bearable <3 i like ur vibes sm and ur name .. olivia wow i like it :( and oh you're so aesthetic like ur blog in general ??? hello pls step on me :( and u also influenced me (for some reason) to like tsumu more ?! which i dont mind at all .. i like it when we scream over tsumu or i tease u n him getting horknee :D yeah and god i can't forget the time we fangirled over gojo on ur asks ... and u sent me gojo gifs which made me scream <3 one of my unforgettable moments w ya!!

to my hajime anon + mod ツ

thank u for always being here :( and you just chatting w me makes me so happy <3 i hope you'll see this hehe and just thank u and ily yknow :( when im down or happy, or shitty you're just there, supporting me always <3 im so grateful for that!! and hajime anon mod ily :( thank u for taking ur time to chat w me and make me so happy hehe <3 take ur time okay :)

to my baby, stella ツ

AAAAAAA idk if you'll see this but shoot me an ask if u saw :( uhm i love ur vibes and you're so cool !! promise <3 and your theme changes r always so beautiful <3 pls pls i love you so much agh im so worried when u deactivated :( pls dont overwork okay whenever ure working :( i love talkin to u always in ur asks !!! ure so sweet and lovely grr >:( u deserve all d good things okay ily stel :((

#advance happy new year !! <3

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mirclealignr · 4 years

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Appreciation Post 🤎

back at it again, my loves. I’m ✨annoying✨ anyway here ya go <3

@approved-by-dentists CLARISSA! my love, my dude, my bro, babe, have i ever told you how much i love you? Because it’s a lot, like a lot a lot. You’re funny, seriously your humour is top tier, you’re unbelievably supportive and ik i could tell you/vent anything and you’d be there no matter what. Alskskkaks i wish we lived closer so i could give you a hug bc ilysm. Your writing is genuinely phenomenal and your mind is beautiful. I could go on all day about how amazing you are if i could, you were one of the first friends I made on here and i cherish you. Sorry i ratted you out in among us bby <3

@im-a-writer-right RIA BBY! omg i love you you’re so hilarious it genuinely hurts. I acc cackle whenever i talk to you, throwing my head back in fits of laughter. Snuggluffagus, you’re so precious and amazing and talented and beautiful. Schmoopie, you’re my affectionate drinking buddy and i couldn’t wish for anything better. You gotta start believing in yourself more because you’re one of the best people i’ve ever met <3

@hufflepuffgirly AMBER! So we haven’t been talking very long, i know, but i really just love you. You’re such a god damn ball of sunshine and a beautiful soul and your writing reflects that completely. You’re such a cutie, so supportive and kind, agh you’re amazing and i could rave about you all day. I love talking to you (even if we both are awful with replies) and i can’t wait to do it more in the future <3

@potterverseimagine LEE! You bloody queen omg. You’re so intelligent? You’re so talented? You’re so amazing? You’re so beautiful? The literally support from you warms my heart and to see your blog grow makes my heart swell. I love talking to you and getting to know you more (and your chaos) and you’re so kind, it genuinely hurts how kind you are. We stan this queen <3

@coffee--writes BRIANNA, if I could, i would shout shakespeare insults at you all day long and never tire of it. That last one you did had me deceased. You’re so amazing and intelligent and i know that whatever you do, you’re going to achieve great things. Your writing is amazing and so unique i literally fall in love every time. I love talking with you, I hope to more in the future because as we’ve found out, our music/book/movie tastes are the best <3

@dogweedanddeathcaps LEE! JESUS CHRIST! omg, i could do it in all caps but i think that’s too far. I actually adore you. You’re incredibly strong, powerful and amazing and someone who i will always aspire to be like. You’re the most supportive squishy bean and i’ve missed you dearly. I’m glad i have the chance to talk to your more because i love doing it. Not only that, but your writing literally does something to me, i can’t cope. I’m always going to be your number one fan <3

@birdie-writes BIRDIE! hello alsksksk. Okay i know we don’t talk a lot, i know and it’s a shame because you’re such an amazing person that really only deserves the best. You’re so talented, your writing and mood boards are such an asset to this community and i know you’re going to far. YOURE WONDERFUL and please don’t let anyone tell you otherwise <3

@yourssuccubus SOOKIE! my boo, again we don’t talk a large amount but you’re amazing. I really think you are. Your writing is phenomenal and i will never get over how long it took me to find it - i’m a fool. You’re beautiful, and funny, and a really incredible person that deserves a lot of happiness. ILY BBY <3

@masterofthedarkness VAL! babe, the fact that you’ve been here so long makes me teary eyed. You were one of the first ones here and i can’t thank you enough for all the support you’ve given me in that time. You yourself are an amazing writer and an even more amazing person. Your chaos and kindness fit so well together, you’re such a bean. <3

@decalcomanei REN! i simp, simping goes both ways, my love. Your writing is phenomenal and that’s not the only place you have incredible talent. Everything you put out just shows off how amazing you are. Alsjsnkask and you can always make me laugh, ilysm. You’re just- mwah <3

@blisfvll JEN! i’m so sorry i said i was intimidated by you lmao. Okay but for real, i know we don’t talk a lot but ily. You’re like? So amazing? I die whenever you reblog something of mine. Your writing is just so incredible and you’re amazingly talented. Like share? Kidding, keep your talent, that’s something you’re allowed to be selfish with <3

@iliveiloveiwrite MILLIE! aldksnkadk i know we don’t talk a lot, or have only recently started but ILY! Not only do i fangirl over your blog and every time we interact or you reblog something of mine, but you’re such a supportive person. Literally kills me how kind you are (and patient because i’m an idiot ;’)) You’re talented, intelligent, wonderful and literally i will never get over your writing. ever. <3

@leahstypewriter LEAH! You’re amazing. Your mind and imagination is your greatest asset and wow wow wow i know you’re going places, i just know it. Because no one with that much talent won’t go places. It’s impossible. I can’t wait to see your books in shops and sitting on shelves. Your beautiful, wonderful and incredible strong for dealing with all that you have and being able to get through it. Ily bby <3

@chaotic-fae-queen ANNA! omg bby ily and how kind and supportive you are. You’re patient, understanding and there for anyone who needs it. You are nothing short of a squishy bean whose talent will always amaze. You’re strong and good natured and ily <3

@just-a-belgian-girl SHAYNA! we don’t taking a whole lot but i just think you’re one of the most adorable people that is so supportive and amazing. I love interacting with you and talking with you because you just bring a smile to my face, always <3

@mytreec AHH HI HELLO! i know we don’t talk but your reblogs and comments actually mean the world to me. I literally can’t describe how happy it makes me when i see you’ve reblogged something of mine. And then to see that you write your own fics now is ever better, you’re incredibly talented <3

@willowbleedsonpaper MIMI! omg i missed you while you were gone but you’re back and ily. I can gush and ik you’re gonna see it. You’re amazing, wonderful, incredible and talented and just a spectacular person that deserves all the love and support in the world, just like you give it - which always warms my heart <3

@chudleycanons EMMY! hi i know we’re fairly new mutuals but like hello hi ily. Your writing is incredible and i can’t believe it’s taken me this long to find it. I haven’t finished your series but i know when i do i’m going to be screaming about it. I love everything you put out, it’s amazing and you’re so cute!!!!! <3

@ccelinewritess CELINE! hi :) i know we don’t talk but um hi :) i think you’re really amazing and idk why but i really just wanna hug you. Um yeah, you’re incredible and your blog aesthetic is everything ily :) <3

@andromedaa-tonks MIA! hello :) i know we don’t talk but your gifs are amazing, i really love them. Like a lot and you’re so relatable god damn. Anyway, ily and um you’re wonderful <3

#lena vents #um yeah i love you guys #you’re so sweet and precious #appreciation post #mutuals #MWAH MWAH MWAH #fight me on this i dare you

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Hi, Val!! I'm here to tell you that phosphenes is absolutely amazing and that I loved everything about it. The way you wrote Harry and his awkwardness with girls and Ron, Ron is just that friend, you know. Also, the 'Can I kiss you?' always gets me and I can't get enough of that line in fanfics. 🤍

april, my dear!💗🌷 thank you so much!! I had a lot of fun writing that one, especially with writing harry cause honestly he's such an adorable softie who'd just want the best for you <3 and oh boy, ron was a treat to work with too cause he and hermione are kind of like harry's parents sometimes and they don't want anything bad happening to their friend 😔💗 sjsjskdjsk about that last part SAME !!! asking for consent in any context is the sexiest thing ever to me, especially when it's something more innocent like "can I kiss you?" sksjsks bye I'm deceased 💀✌

thank you so much again for leaving this lovely feedback, ily❤

#i love april #asks

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what are three interactions/dynamics that stand out to you for each of your characters?

Ahh, idk if I can do just three but I’m picking the ones that have stood out to me as really dynamic and interesting to see unfold!

Elliot

@cwindsr – Family dynamics make me weak. I love that Cecelia sometimes still views Elliot as he was when they were children in a way. It makes me sad at the same time, though, because he’s not who he was and she knows it but can’t do anything to really help him besides be there for him, which she is. Ily tayyy ty for letting me bring in this trash can of a brother for Cece.

@rosalinewx – This dynamic is everything. They are both misfits in their own way within their family and I love that Rosaline and him have a rapport with each other where they can poke fun but also be serious. He loves his sister but, of their family, he feels most comfortable with Rose.

@valeriastjames – We love a good bean trying to keep an on-fire trash can out of trouble! He has a mask on and I like that she sort of lets him keep it? But it’s kinda in a knowing “i see u fakin” way, which I love because Elliot is super bombastic and charismatic and people usually don’t notice/let it slide because he’s (usually) entertaining to be around but Val is like “ur a mess” and he’s like oh…i guess….i am? which is always fun to write since it’s not something he realizes often.

honorable mention: @hvandenbrg – I love how much they don’t like each other. It’s almost more fun to write characters hating each other than getting along and their threads give me life.

Emma

@hvandenbrg – Big bro/baby sis dynamics are always fun, especially since they are so similar and yet so different. It’s always fun and easy to write their threads and has been since day 1. THANK YOU for letting me bring Emms in as his sis.

@italiamira – Already I’m loving how different they are and yet how they compliment each other so well. Friendships like theirs are always enjoyable to write because at first glance, they don’t look like they’d get along at all but then you see them together and realize they’ll fight anyone who comes @ either of them. (tho lbr Emma would be less likely to fight than Italia haha).

@larisms – These. Two. Give. Me. Life. I don’t know what it is about their threads/dynamic but they kind of just flow so easily? And I love that Lara’s so intentional about reaching out to Emma and making her feel part of the gang, it’s really sweet and they just have a back and forth that’s so easy to write ilyyyy.

Amelia

@paxbaldini – The first connection I made with her, G! We love a best friendship that’s over a decade strong and the fact that they give each other shit but have each other’s backs too. Also she loves Mia to pieces so the fact he has a cute kid helps. They’re super easy to write even if I’m a snail in my replies on her lately.

@ethan-grant – We love bad blood breakups. Their dynamic has been one of the most fun to play out, especially because of how it drives home a lot of Amelia’s character and why she’s had trust issues her entire life. It’s also fun to write painful replies so I’ve loved writing these two with you, Rute Rute!

@lawlikecaseywells – Strong female friendships are my shit and I love that Casey and her have known each other for so long. Auntie Amelia would do anything for the bbs and I really like how, in their current thread, Amelia is just with Casey and trying to meet her where she’s at. Sometimes you just need a friend by your side when you’re going through shit and I like that Amelia can be that for Casey, and I’m sure Casey’s been that for Amelia in the past too.

Kit

@andersns & @claudeandrsn – Again. Bad. Blood. It’s so much fun to write and the fact that both of Kate’s sibling hate him is amazing. I am excited to see where these dynamics go and the fact that they are all still grieving, even if they don’t really realize it, is just like * knife in chest * love, love, love it.

@kngofhell – Brooooos. I love that Elias knew him before everything happened with his wife and kids and that he’s one of the few people who knows what Kit is still going through. I also like how he and the rest of their friends try to get him out of his comfort zone. Everyone needs friends like that and it’s convenient that his happens to own a club hehe.

@aperlman – We’ve gotten approximately like four replies haha but I love seeing awkward Kit trying to be cool on a blind date. I love it when there are dynamics that make your characters uncomfortable but are also so much fun to write because of that!

THIS WAS LONG I’m SO SORRy

#;; meme • day #;; cecelia #;; rosaline #;; valeria #;; harry #;; italia #;; lara #;; pax #;; ethan #;; casey #;; claudia #;; elias #;; annie

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years

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WhatsApp? Part 6. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you

A/N: Sending a nod to Starlord’s direction with this one. ;) Also I am so sorry about the voice attributes rant, I studied special pedagogics and in here, voice, its attributes and the speech itself is a huge part of ENT studies centering around ears, throat, and neck...

A/N: THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERS. OMG.

A/N: I am sorry, @missdictatorme for no phone s*x. Ily by the way.

A song which I want to highlight for this chapter: Fallingforyou by the 1975.

Warnings: none really?

Tagging: @missdictatorme @songforhema

Read more here, babe ;): Part One Part Two Part three Part four Part five

If you like things in one place, you might like the series master list: H E R E

The time had tendencies to stop when Steve so far, far away from you.

You hadn't got a single clue where could be or what's he doing but you hoped he's safe and well. Sometimes you looked out of the window for ten minutes straight just thinking about where he could be. You checked your phone every morning and evening - nothing. He wasn't really messing around when he told you it can take a whole month before he comes back to you.

Deena, who was a self-proclaimed dancing teacher volunteered to lead the choreo. And she wasn't really bad at it.

At least you had your head all Steve-cleared off do could actually focus on your choreography for the big evening itself. It was somehow borderline racy but still PG-13 friendly as you thought it will be. May made sure it will be. You were dancing in sync, and you were grouped to trios for this one. You were basically repeating actions of the trio which went before you, it was simple yet good, or so you thought. You felt good about it at least.

You were in the last trio along with Deena and Marzia, another girl from your office so it would be double insured that you can't actually fuck up.

The girls made sure you acted all bossy - at some point, you started to use chairs to make it even more clear. That you were the ones being on the top during your dance. Before you could even dance in slight sync, it took you two weeks of every of your working day afternoon. Every one of you worked on it hard and it was paying off. Even you, probably the least talented person, or so you felt, could incredibly sway your hips. You didn't think that you can actually look that deductive yet you did.

Val told you that you were a killer - you took her only partially seriously because she was always friendly flirting with you.

Sometimes Peter came along. He was the sound tech guy every time. And then made fun of you when you accidentally fucked up. You loved that clueless boy so much.

"Okay. What do you think?" - You asked Peter, drinking from a water bottle. It was week three of you almost destroying your legs on those a bit too much tall high heels. You didn't want to wear them - your feet were swollen and hurt after every afternoon, but Deena shushed you off. It should look sexier than you dancing in Canada shoes and that Deena considered a pure fact.

"That you will kill yourself during that turn around with the chair in your hands." - He answered honestly with a childish smile, winging his feet in old Converse shoes from side to side. - “But there is a chance you will kill somebody else, so it's 50-50.”

"How gentle of you, Parker. You must be a real hit with the ladies, am I right?" - You nudged his shoulder, taking those devilish shoes off your feet, massaging them. He grinned at you.

"I can say obscene things like actually liking it out loud here, Y/N. And you know that!" - Peter laughed out loud, showing the gentle wrinkles around his hazelnut eyes. - "And since I ripped your tee off? May would have killed me if she actually heard me saying something nice about you!"

You had to laugh at his remark. You both were poking fun out that event since the next day Pete actually came to visit you, only May didn't find it as amusing as you two. Poor boy never got his free Oreo milkshake. And to be fair - Val actually started the beef with some pretty explicit jokes. And because you two were who you two were, it didn't take so long before you put that beef on fully.

"So continue calling me dumb. That will do. That's basically every girl's dream." - You nudged his head and left to a small cab to change your clothes. Your eyes just checked your phone as they were used to do all along those three weeks.

And your heart performed a fucking parkour jump at the sight of the green diode beeping at your eyes. The breath was caught in your throat when you gulped. Your hands shook by their will when you took the phone in your hands. It was a text from him. Steve was actually back.

As you opened the conversation, his promise popped directly in your head. A call. He promised you a fucking call. Steve willingly offered you to hear his voice. Three weeks ago. And now he was back. You were on cloud fucking nine. That was an offer you couldn't pass on.

Steve: I was so looking forward to texting you from the moment we took off. I'm back and well, Y/N.

Dear lord, you thought to himself, your eyes were firmly closed and you could feel a smile creeping on your lips. Thank you for keeping that man safe and well. Thank you for letting him come back.

Y/N: I missed you so much and I have so much thing to tell you! How was your little work trip?

You couldn't care less about being eager or too obvious with being excited about him being back. It was just natural for you to be excited. You had to tell Peter, so you changed your clothes the quickest way. You ran away from the cab looking like a mess with your bag over your shoulder with your smile looking better than a five-star hotel.

"Pete, Pete, Pete!" - You quirked in a high pitch. Peter wasn't sure if you hadn't got mad, looking at you with his puppy eyes in a horrified manner.

"Tell me that you have won a million dollars and I don't have to go to school anymore. I beg you." - Peter mumbled with a side smile. You shoved your phone right into his eyes and smiled widely. - "You're shitting me!" - He fangirled as hard as you had and performed your typical victory dance.

"Peter! Have you just cussed? We've talked about that!" - May shouted into your direction and you both freeze. Then you giggled.

"That means..." - Peter wiggled his eyebrows. Of course, you've told him about that call promise. He knew everything that happened with Steve. Not because he wanted to know, but because you rambled about Steve as much as he has rambled about Liz Toomes.

"You bet your favorite Lego puzzle!" - You hummed a tune and Peter laughed again.

"It isn't called a puzzle, to be honest..." - Peter trailed off the topic again, but you were leaving at that point, so you didn't take him too seriously.

"I don't caa-are." - You sang playfully and left the studio you rented for your choreography training, hoping you would get home as soon as possible.

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The European job didn't go as bad as they were warned about but it didn't go exactly as smooth as Steve hope it will. He really got his hopes set high to be earlier at home. Sometimes he wanted to just take his phone off his bag, turn it on and text you that he and his friends are ok. But Natasha almost knifed him with her eyes every time that thought crossed his mind.

In the end, they were tired, really dirty, sleepy like 24/7. Even Sam, who usually tried to talk a big hole into others heads, layed in total silence. Now he was most likely dead on the back seats, covering his face with his forearm.

Of course, you were the first thing on his mind when he got to his phone - after having a long-ass sleep, a great warm shower and a bunch of unhealthy food ordered from a near China restaurant.

You texted back almost immediately, which made him smile and relax on the bed. He had a feeling that maybe you would be pretty pissed about his sudden, unexcusable need to disappear to a different continent because of a work a don't make me remind him that you still didn't even know what in the hell he's doing. But the better he got to know you, the more difficult and surreal saying his true identity to you was.

Almost unthinkable even.

Y/N: So that promise, can I still count on it?

You asked after he told you a little about his three weeks in Europe. He didn't lie but he definitely didn't tell you anything that could give you an actual image of what happened there - a lot of counterespionage from Nat, a lot of fighting and a lot of bad guy's blood spilling. He was giving you a gentle, sweet, careful silver linings to keep you safe. Those were his intentions - protecting you at all costs before knowing the truth.

Steve: Of course. I am a man of my word. Today at seven p.m.?

It was already five p.m. so two hours were remaining but he was sure it will be a terror for him. Maybe you'll just refuse to move this far behind the formal line today? He knew he's shitting himself at the moment.

Y/N: Okay. I'll be waiting, handsome.

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Your hands literally shook as you panicked.

You needed to calm down asap. It wasn't an eye-to-eye meeting with him nor it was an actual FaceTime. It was just a fucking call which got you so off-rail. This got you even more intensely than when you were waiting for a call from some office lady whether you got that job or you did not.

It was Steve for god's sake. Not just someone. Steve. You felt like Lykke Li in one of those videos Peter showed you. She was extremely obsessing about a man, having his pictures all over her apartment, just wished he would take notice of her.

You would do the same at that point if you actually got some of his photos. You were just one hundred percent sure.

That one call was everything you could actually think about - you showered beforehand even tho he couldn't smell you through the phone just to feel pretty. You also did have a proper dinner so your liver would not do anything unplanned. You even tried some dumb yoga bullshit Marzia and Suzie thought you to calm yourself down.

You felt so, so, so stupid for overreacting that strongly but then you reminded yourself that it is mysterious, funny and gentle Steve. And you panicked again, trying to imagine his voice. Would it be high-pitched or too deep? Would it be raspy or smooth? There were too many options - too many tembers, too many speed rates, and too many articulation options.

Maybe he stutters? Which would be kinda cool you hoped. Or maybe he has a problem with saying out loud some letters? Wow, you were overwhelmed for a slight bit at that moment. But no matter ho Steves speech will be, you told to yourself, you will not give up on him because of that.

And let me say that you almost jumped off your bed when the phone rang in your hand with his name in the fucking middle of that, suddenly too small, screen. This was it. This was the moment.

You tried to breathe until the lowerest part of your lungs wasn't filled with air and then you quickly answered. That feeling of nervousness was all over your body, you felt partially numb and all you could say was that you marched around your room with your cheeks burning on fire.

“H-Hey, hey.” - You mumbled out, which was a big win-win for you. You didn't stutter that much, just maybe breathing a bit too heavily. All you could hear was a chuckle from the other side of the phone.

It almost sent you right to fainting. That was a sound of gods - you would bet your whole lego set on that. Holy goddamn shit. You jumped at the bed, feeling really quirky and cheese. You just fangirled over his chuckle. Great. You were going crazy. That was a fact. If Pete saw you acting around this clingy and cheesy, he would be laughing so hard.

“Hey.” - He answered with a chuckle under his breath, he sounded so calm and smooth, to begin with. (It wasn't the truth at all. But he was trying his actual best to appear cool in front of you.) - "Is everything alright out there? Am I interrupting you from something? I didn't mean to..." - And there he was. His usual nervousness got a hold on him eventually. That wasn't as smooth as he anticipated, but exactly make you like him more.

He was just as nervous as you were. You weren't acting like a total idiot after all.

"No. Of course, you're not... Interrupting anything. Don't be silly." - You laughed with a high, nervous tone, sounding like a boy in puberty. Well, damn. This was going so off rails so fast.

You analyzed his voice precisely. It wasn't super deep nor rough for that matter. He had actually really smooth voice which was just really nice to listen to. And he had to think you're an idiot.

"I can't believe I've done it." - Steve said all of a sudden stopping you in the middle of marching up to your bed again. One of your feet was on the mattress and the second one was still on the ground. You looked like a stretching ballerina.

"It feels so surreal, am I right?" - You chuckled, finally taking a hold of your own voice. You finally sounded like a grown woman.

"Exactly. It's... Wow. I don't know what it didn't cross my mind earlier. You could told me a lot of your stories so quicker and it would be much more fun."

"So you don't find reading my miserable life stories interesting. Okay, noted." - You teased him slightly. Steve laughed, saying a loud 'nooo!'. God, this man was just something.

"I didn't mean that at all!" - That was the first time you heard him actually giggled. He was doing it all the time because of your texts. But this was for the first time in real life you've heard it. The sight of you was messy - your eyes shone, your cheeks were rosy and your hair was not in the slightest order at all because your subconsciousness made you play with it. But you looked so happy and your smile way so relaxed.

"Why are you yelling so loud here, man?" - A completely different voice cut through the conversation. It was a bit higher than Steve's and it was way smooth with a seriously strong accent. - "Is that, oh damn." - The man laughed while you smiled at the ways Steve demanded the man leaving his room.

"I'm Sam! Nice to meet you, Steve's girl!" - He yelled before the door shut. Steve grunted out loud. That was so sweet.

"So you're telling them about me, I suppose? Was that Sam or James?" - You giggled, making Steve grunt again. Sam knew which moments to choose.

"That was Sam. I told them about you, however, the girlfriend thing is something Sam had made up." - Steve choked in defeated voice.

"Don't worry. It's fine. It made me laugh." - You calmed Steve down about Sam's behaviour. It was pretty funny and sweet for you. Sam to Steve was definitely like Pete to you. Best cheering up fangirling friend you could ask for.

"That was nice." - Steve commented at your laugh so smoothly without a single doubt in his voice.

"Thank you." - A dazzled sight came out of your lips.

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You two talked for what seemed like forever. It was a conversation about nothing - just a constant back and forward with a lot of nervousness, thank yous and sweet voices.

Steve was dazzled by your voice. He could listen to it before sleeping, with his eyes closed. Let me, as the narrator, tell you - you were such sweet dorks. Both nervous, out of your minds basically. This one phone call actually meant something to both of you. It was your first form of actual contact, just hearing the other side and being so breathless and speechless because both of you actually existed.

The texting was fine, sure. But it didn't feel like this. It wasn't as real as this.

Nothing could tell him how you laughed when his dorky ass made you chuckle somehow. The way you spoke was so calm, relaxing him to death. Or texting couldn't reveal your voice raising up when you got excited about remembering something.

When Sam peeked into Steve's room, he stood there in silence for a moment or two. Steve was standing up in from of a window, looking down on the street, telling that Y/N something in a quiet, humming tone.

"I don't want to interrupt you." - Sam spoke quietly, freaking Steve he hell out. The tall blonde turned to Sam, covering the phone with his hand. - "But we're about to watch Footloose."

"I'll be there in a minute." - Steve nodded sadly. He didn't want this to end even if it was as dorky and cheesy as it was. But a movie night with his fellas after Europe was a thing Steve was looking forward to.

"I need to go, Y/N." - Steve started slowly and he would swear that his heart hurt at those words. - "We're about to watch something called Footloose?"

"Oh, my dear lord. You've never ever seen Footloose? Are you serious?" - You asked in an unbelieving voice. - "THE Footloose with Kevin Bacon? Steve, you really make me feel like you're not from today's world. Deena told me she hoped that her prom would look like the ending scene, but you know, Kevin Bacon never came." - You giggled.

His stomach shrank at that remark. He's not from today's world. He's the man out of time. And you have no idea, you just joked.

"I think it's exactly the one with Kevin Bacon, yeah." - Steve circled his hand around his waist, sounding nervously all of the sudden. What was he thinking about? Of course that his true identity would hunt him eventually down, even in his little personal bubble he created with you.

"Yeah..." - You sighed and shut up for a second. - "Let's call it a night today, what do you say?"

"You're right, I should go or Sam and James would start without me." - Steve tried to sound as relaxed as he could. You couldn't recognize he hides something - you've heard him for the first time. You haven't got any idea that something's off.

"Would you call me tomorrow? It's your turn." - He teased you, but you grunted a little, giving the answer away.

"I can't tomorrow, I'm at work, then we have a choreography training and we have a ladies night... I won't be at home at all. I'm sorry." - You said sadly.

"Don't be sad about that, Y/N. I'm not little. Just tell me when and I'll take some time for you, alright?" - Steve asked to make you feel better.

He slowly realized that this will be like a drug to him. Once he tasted it, he would need more and more of it to even survive. There was no turning back now. Phone calls were something new, exciting, something he wanted to do until the dawn comes. Just to feel that he haves you closer than normally.

"Hope that will be soon. Now, I'll go to sleep and you'll go and enjoy Kevin Bacon's amazing rebel-ish and dancing method acting, ok? And enjoy Footloose, like that song. It's amazing. Bye, handsome." - You said with a happy voice.

"Goodnight, Y/N. I'll text you in the morning." - Steve sighed with a soft smile on his lips, ending the call. Yeah, maybe it would be really difficult to tell you who he is and maybe you'll freak out at hell - but at that moment? He felt like a pretty attractive school girl realizing that she is falling for a nerd from her Chemistry class.

Beautifully numb and so glad he couldn't even express it.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #captain america #james buchanan barnes #james barnes #bucky burnes #the winter soldier #natasha romanoff #black widow #sam wilson #the falcon #fallingforyou #the1975

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hutchhitched · 7 years

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Black and Blue

Written by: @hutchhitched

Rating: E

Prompt 23: Everlark gets drunk for the first time (one or both, canon or AU) [submitted by @xerxia31]

Summary: On Katniss and Peeta’s graduation night, they attend a party to celebrate completing high school. Armed with a whiskey bottle and fear that he’ll miss his chance, Peeta approaches Katniss and asks her to share his company and the alcohol. Both of them are surprised when she agrees.

Author’s note: Like my other story for the @everlarkficexchange, this one is tardy. My apologies for the delay, but I know @javistg and @xerxia31 understand. Val, I hope this makes you smile all the smiles. ILY!

“Want some company?”

Katniss startles and glances upward at the sound of the gentle, masculine voice. Her incredibly popular and equally good-looking classmate stands to her right, a sheepish smile on his face and a hint of humor in his insanely blue eyes. He gestures to her side with the bottle in his hand, and she nods without saying a word.

“Happy graduation, Katniss.”

She huffs and stares into the distance. “I didn’t realize you knew my name.”

“I make it a point to know the names of all my classmates, especially ones as pretty as you.”

She coughs to cover her laugh. His line is so contrived, she can’t believe Peeta Mellark, the wordsmith and valedictorian of their senior class, said it out loud.

“Thanks, Peeta. That almost sounded sincere. Happy graduation to you too.”

He grins and drops his head before responding, “Almost sincere, huh? Maybe I need to work on my game.”

“So, I’m a game?”

“No! That’s not—” He cuts himself off and shakes his head before trying again. “Yeah, can we start over? Hi, Katniss. Happy graduation. Can I sit with you? I’d like a chance to talk to you before we never see each other again.”

“Why would you care if we never see each other again?” Peeta’s audible sigh slices through her, and she shoves aside the rush of guilt it causes.

“That wasn’t very nice,” he murmurs and unscrews the lid on the bottle he holds.

“You’ve always been the nice one. I’ve never been any good at making friends. We both know that.”

Peeta doesn’t attempt to dissuade her or agree. He simply sits next to her and focuses on a spot in the dark. When the silence between them stretches to an uncomfortable length, he lifts the bottle, takes a swig, and then asks, “You want some?”

“Pretty personal question,” she deadpans and then bursts into laughter at his chagrined expression. When he starts to rise, she grabs his elbow and pulls him back down beside her. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop being contrary on purpose. And yes. I would love some.”

He hands her the bottle, and she glances at the label briefly before rubbing her palm over the opening and lifting it to her lips. Peeta studies her as she gulps down the swig of whiskey and gasps when the liquid burns down her throat.

“First drink?” he asks as she hands it back to him.

“I haven’t had a lot of opportunities to drink. It’s not like it’s a character flaw to have my first drink at my graduation party.”

His lip twitches at her words, and he reminds her, “I thought you were going to stop being contrary, and I didn’t say there was anything wrong with not having had a drink before. I just asked if this was your first. It’s my attempt to try to get to know you. You know, the deep stuff.”

She waits for him to swallow some more before taking the bottle from him again. She guzzles a fair amount, and then leans back on her elbows as her face flushes slightly.

“That tastes terrible. Why do people drink it?”

“Not sure,” he admits. “To get drunk, I guess. It can’t be because people think it’s good.”

“What’s that feel like, I wonder,” she muses and flips her braid back over her left shoulder. Warmth radiates from Peeta and practically burns against her skin.

“I don’t know. I’ve never been before.”

“Never been drunk or never good?”

He pauses for a moment and smiles wryly. “Maybe both.”

She turns to study him and is struck by the steady set of his jaw and the pinkness of his lips and cheeks. Dark blonde curls flop over his forehead and tumble over the tops of his ears. From the side, his long eyelashes tangle together in the light from the fire where the rest of their classmates joke and laugh together. Plenty of others are drinking too, and several couples are wound together—some kissing while others paw at each other before slipping into the darkened forest. The soft sound of lapping water reminds her of the river she can’t see, but it doesn’t stop either her or her companion from trying to make out the other shore in the dimness.

“You want to try it?” she inquires and watches his face as he considers her proposition. “It’s the first night of our adult lives. Might as well do something new, right?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m not the biggest fan of change. I kind of like things the way they’ve been for the last few years.”

“Peeta… I’m sorry I never said thank you.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he offers quietly. “Just drink with me tonight.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why is that what you want? Why is that enough?”

She’s serious. She doesn’t understand how someone as kind and gentle and thoughtful as Peeta is and as has always been wants so little from other people—especially her when she owes him so much.

“I just want to spend some time with you,” he answers with a shrug.

There’s no irony in his voice, nothing that indicates he’s anything other than sincere, which makes no sense to her. No one is that selfless and giving in her experience. No one else she’s ever known has taken so little from her without wanting more. No one else has given her so much without expecting something in return. It’s unnerving, but it seems to be genuine coming from her classmate.

“I’m not that interesting,” she says.

“I think you are. I always have.”

She sighs in response, unwilling to argue with him about her merits or lack thereof. She knows better, but if he wants to think she’s amazing, that’s his problem.

“Fine,” she snaps. “Hand me the bottle.”

He hands it to her, and she takes another slug before passing it back to him. They sit quietly for several minutes, listening to the sounds of their classmates and the gentle current of the creek.

His bulk next to her is nice. His presence is comforting, and his body heat warms her chilled skin. She didn’t think to grab a jacket before she left her house this afternoon. The May evening is chilly in the river valley.

When she shivers, he glances at her and asks, “May I?” before slipping his arm over her shoulder and tugging her into his side. She gasps at his solidness and goes rigid before sagging into him.

“You’re so warm.”

“I’ve had quite a bit to drink,” he confesses and hands her the bottle again.

She swallows and burps, which then turns to an uncharacteristic giggle. “I think maybe I have too.”

She grins as she shakes her head and realizes the trees sway as she does so. The combination of Peeta and the alcohol she’s consumed makes her head swim, and she drops it onto his shoulder.

“You smell amazing,” she drawls and nuzzles into the crook of his neck where she inhales against his heated skin. “What is that? Cinnamon… And something else. Something spicy.”

His fingers trail along the inside of her elbow. Goosebumps follow where he caresses her, and she wonders what it would feel like if he ran his hands over more intimate places.

He chuckles and murmurs, “Dill. I made some bread this afternoon. You probably smell it on my clothes.”

She looks up at him and falls into his cornflower blue eyes. His breathing slows as he studies her face, and her lips part slightly. Her limbs weigh thousands of pounds, and her lids won’t stay open as he leans toward her and brushes his lips against hers. She moans softly as sparks erupt between them, and he tilts her head backward and increases the pressure of his mouth.

His lips are soft in places and chapped in others, but she doesn’t mind. The texture sends ripples through her, and she wonders why she doesn’t care about anything—including whether or not any of their classmates will see her kissing one of the most popular guys in the entire school. She, a nobody with hardly any friends and almost no credit to her name, is kissing Peeta Mellark.

Katniss turns her body to face him squarely and wraps her arms around his neck. Intertwining her fingers in his mane of curls, she leans into him until he tumbles onto his back and pulls her astride him. His mouth and tongue slide against hers, and he emits barely perceptible pleasured grunts every few moments.

She stretches over him and gasps when she feels something hard against her thigh. Instinct drives her to shift so her knees grip his sides and her center presses against him. He pushes up into her, and they both moan so loudly they break the kiss.

“Katniss,” he hisses, his voice hoarse with emotion. “You are…”

His eyes are glazed. She’s not sure if it’s from booze or lust, but she smirks while he struggles to finish his sentence. When he can’t seem to find the words, she lowers her face to his and kisses him again. This time she controls the pace, and it’s not long before her hips pulse in rhythm to the languid coupling of their tongues.

Heat builds between her legs, and she hums her approval when she feels slickness increasing where the fire grows. She adds a circular rotation as she rocks against him, and it’s not long before she realizes he’s making noises that are much too loud for their public setting.

She stops abruptly, and he whimpers his displeasure. She raises her head and glances around the clearing. A few people around the fire cast sidelong looks at them, and her face floods with shame so hot it scorches her cheeks. She scrambles off him and grabs the bottle before stumbling into a grove of trees a few hundred yards away.

“Katniss, wait!” he calls to her in a stage whisper. “Wait!”

She trips over something and lands in a heap, allowing him to catch up with her. He drops to his knees in front of her, and she raises the bottle to her lips and takes long, slow sips that make her throat bob. He licks his lips and traces the sinews of her neck with his thumb before pressing his mouth to her jawline.

Katniss isn’t sure how it happens, but suddenly he’s on top of her. His weight presses her into the uneven grass, and she wraps her legs around his waist. He snaps his hips against hers as he kisses her, and she slips her hands under the hem of his shirt to run her short nails over the bunching muscles in his back.

He pumps against her, his hard length pressing the seam of her jeans against a pressure point that sends sparks radiating through her limbs. He breaks the kiss and ducks his head so his lips graze her earlobe. He pants her name with incoherent sounds until he yelps and shudders against her.

“Katniss,” he groans and stills instantly.

She bucks upward again, and he rolls off her quickly. Confused, she opens her eyes and props herself up on her shoulders to stare at him. She can barely make out his features in the dark, but he won’t meet her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” she grumbles. “Why’d you stop?”

Her ragged breath matches his as he gulps air. He curls onto his side away from her, and she fights a rush of humiliation.

“Peeta,” she barks, “what the hell is going on?”

“I need to stop.”

“What?! What do you mean?”

“I need to stop,” he repeats without moving.

“I don’t understand,” she retorts and shoves his shoulder. She shakes her head and a wave of dizziness washes over her, which only fuels her anger. “I thought you wanted to spend time with me.”

Peeta rolls from his position to sitting but still refuses to face her. His shoulders droop, and he hangs his head while she fumes behind him.

“I, uh…” he stammers. “I kind of, um… I need a towel or something.”

“Stop talking in riddles.”

“I came in my pants.”

His words are barely audible, and she’s not sure she heard him correctly or wants what he said to be true. They’re both still drunk, she knows that, and her stomach is roiling more than it was when he started kissing her.

“You… You what?”

She bites her bottom lip as soon as the words leave her mouth. He’s clearly already embarrassed; there’s no need to shame him. He doesn’t answer, so she lifts her hand to his shoulder.

“Catnip, where are you?”

Her best friend’s voice slices through the trees, and she swivels to locate him. She doesn’t want him to find her like this, so she scrambles to her feet and steps sideways into a tree. Righting herself, she stumbles a few dozen feet to her left before replying.

“Here! I’m here, Gale.”

Only a few seconds pass before he emerges in front of her. Tall with dark hair and gray eyes almost exactly the same as hers, he’s an imposing figure as he glowers at her in the darkness.

“Are you drunk?”

“Noooooo…” she scoffs and waves her hand at him. She lists sideways and almost falls, but he catches her.

“We’re leaving. Your mom asked me to make sure you got home safely tonight. I think you’ve had more than your share of fun.”

She shrugs and sags against him. “You might have to carry me.”

Her knees buckle, and she stops fighting. She barely registers Gale’s concerned questioning before she slips into blackness haunted by Peeta’s blue eyes.

****

“Rise and shine, Katniss! Welcome to post-high school!” Prim chirps as she bursts into her sister’s room and pounces on the bed.

Katniss groans and grimaces. Her head pounds, and she claps a hand over her mouth as her bed rocks. “I’m going to throw up,” she garbles and springs from the bed to stumble into the bathroom. She makes it just in time, falling on her knees to empty her stomach into the porcelain bowl. She has enough presence of mind to pull her braid over her shoulder as she purges the bottle of whiskey she and Peeta shared the night before. She collapses onto the bathroom floor, shivering and sweaty, and wishes for death.

“I see you’re making good decisions now that you’re an adult,” Prim drawls. “You looked better when Gale dragged you home last night, and that was bad enough.”

“Oh, fuck. Gale…” she groans. “He’s going to give me so much shit for this.”

“Especially since you’ve never so much as had a drop of alcohol before last night.”

“I’ve never had a reason to before last night.”

“Oooooooooooh, tell me,” Prim insists and leans against the doorjamb. “What happened? I’m still floored you actually bothered to go to the senior bonfire. Never thought my serious, goal-oriented older sis would let down her hair for something like that.”

Katniss curls into herself and squeezes her eyes closed against the verbal onslaught. She gags and struggles to control herself before she can force herself to speak.

“I didn’t exactly have time to spend my life partying, Prim. You should know that better than anybody.”

Water runs, and Katniss sighs as a cold washcloth cools her forehead. Her younger sister helps her into a sitting position and forces a cup of water and a few pills into her hand.

“Take those. Doctor’s orders,” she chides gently. “Drink the entire glass, and then get back in bed. I’ll make you some breakfast.”

Katniss collapses onto her mattress and pulls the covers over her head. Despite how awful she feels, a glimmer of excitement sparks at the back of her consciousness. The memory of Peeta’s mouth on hers and him rigid and bucking against her flashes behind her eyes as she tries to ward off her hangover.

She wonders briefly what happened to him after she staggered away last night and into her best friend’s company. Had he returned to the party with the rest of their classmates, or had he slunk off and escaped the rest of the revelry? Something nags at her, but she can’t put her finger on it. All she can really register is how much she enjoyed making out with him and wonders if it’ll ever happen again.

She’s startled awake by a dip in the mattress next to her and the smell of bacon. Her stomach turns at the aroma, but the greasy breakfast food causes it to rumble so loudly, she startles herself.

She moans contentedly as the salt hits her tongue and nods to her sister. “Thank you, Prim. I really needed this.”

“You’re welcome. Better enjoy it because you still have to buy groceries before Mom gets home from work tonight.”

Katniss curses and chomps on a bacon strip. “Why?” she wails dramatically. “Why me?”

Prim giggles and crosses to the door. “Sleep it off, drunk girl. I’ll wake you up in time to go to the store.”

****

“Oranges, rolls, milk, ground beef,” Katniss mumbles repetitively in an attempt to remember her grocery list without having to look at it constantly.

She hates grocery shopping. She always has, but her throbbing headache and cotton mouth make this trip to the local market more irritating that normal. When she turned sixteen, her mother put her in charge of shopping for food. She pauses in the produce section and glances over to the bakery where she first noticed Peeta two years prior. Shuddering with embarrassment, she shakes off the memory of the day she forgot her wallet and couldn’t buy the items in her cart. Her kind, blonde, blue-eyed classmate saved her by insisting he pay. Too mortified to argue, she’d accepted and run without bothering to thank him.

And then she’d dry humped him on the forest floor when they were both hammered.

“I’m the worst,” she mutters and stuffs a few oranges into a plastic bag and stomps back to the dairy section where she bumps into a solid wall of muscle.

“I’m so sorry. I—” Peeta stammers to a stop and steps back, his cheeks flaming. “Katniss. Hi.”

“Peeta…” She racks her brain trying to figure out what to say, but there’s nothing. Suddenly, her stomach rolls, and she drops her basket and sprints to the restroom.

Several minutes later, she emerges to find her grocery basket sitting on the bench outside the bathrooms. There’s also a receipt. He’s paid for her again, and he’s nowhere to be found.

****

It’s been three weeks since graduation, and Katniss is struggling to keep her mind off the night of the bonfire. She lies awake at night remembering how the aroma of the burning wood mixed with the way Peeta’s skin smelled of cinnamon when she inhaled against his neck. When she’s restless and can’t fall asleep, she remembers the feel of his hands on her bare skin and the hardness between her legs as he moaned her name. When she’s particularly frustrated, she slips her fingers between her legs and circles her clit as she grows wetter. She rubs until her back arches off the bed, and she pulses and groans in relief.

Peeta awakened something inside her that night—a hunger she didn’t even realize she had—and now she wants more.

****

The air is hot and muggy as she settles into her bed. Her thin nightgown clings to her moist skin, and she can barely stand the light sheet that covers her. Her braid clings wetly to the back of her neck, and she feels feverish. Frantically, she kicks of her underwear and gasps when she dips her fingers into a puddle of moisture between her legs. She’s so slick already, and she just started touching herself.

Spreading her legs and lifting her knees into the air, she concentrates on recreating the graduation party in her mind. The heaviness of Peeta between her legs, the rasping of his voice in her ear, and the sheen of perspiration on his forehead as his eyes slipped closed in ecstasy.

She’s almost too slippery, and she grunts in frustration as her fingers work to find purchase on her clit. She bucks under her hand, and one finger slips slightly downward just enough to spark something much more intense. She bites her bottom lip and slides her finger into the waiting warmth. Experimenting, she pulls it out and skims her nub before dipping it back in again. Heat floods from her core and through her limbs, and she closes her eyes as she pleasures herself in this new way.

A gentle breeze wafts in her open window, and she hears the cicadas and other insects that haunt the mountains where her hometown lies. Her hips move of their own accord, and she’s just about to reach a pinnacle when her cell phone vibrates on the table beside her. She grabs for it and stares at the number, confused why someone she doesn’t know is calling her in the moments before midnight.

“Hello,” she answers roughly and grimaces at the huskiness in her voice.

“Katniss?”

“Who is this?” she demands and pulls her fingers free from the juncture between her thighs and wipes them on the hem of her nightgown. She’s lost her chance to finish.

“It’s Peeta. I’m sorry for calling so late.”

Stunned into silence, she waits for him to continue as the corners of her mouth twitch upward. He couldn’t have known, but knowing he called her while she was masturbating to thoughts of him sends a rush of power through her.

“Peeta,” she whispers, pleased beyond words that he’s reaching out to her.

He coughs, an embarrassed one to hide his nervousness, and continues. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Katniss. I know we were drunk, and you left with Gale, but—”

“But what?” she asks, practically breathless with desire.

“But I meant it all,” he admits, his voice a caress of velvet in her ear. “I’ve liked you for years, Katniss, and I finally worked up the nerve to talk to you, and I’m scared about leaving for college without seeing this through. I’d really like to spend some time with you again this summer.”

“Maybe.”

“Oh, I, uh…” he stammers as she trails her hand downward.

“Maybe you can convince me,” she offers. “It’s okay to try.”

She’d been so close before, and the sound of his voice in her ear sends shivers through her. He falters and stutters, but he does as she asks and tries hard to persuade her to meet him later in the week. She makes encouraging noises into the phone as she drives herself closer to the edge. He proposes a specific day and time just as she climaxes. She mumbles a contented “yes,” and he happily thanks her and disconnects the call. Sated, she drops her phone onto the mattress and slips into a deep, dreamless sleep.

****

Their first date is as fun as anything Katniss has experienced, and it turns into another meeting followed by another. Before she knows it, she’s spending every free moment with Peeta and every night alone in her bed furiously relieving her frustration that he hasn’t laid a hand on her since that night in the woods.

Two weeks before he’s supposed to leave for college, she decides she’s going to have to do something to get him to act before it’s too late. When he picks her up, she suggests they head to the Slag Heap, the affectionate name given to the wooded area where high school kids park when they want privacy. Peeta stammers over his words for a few moments before snapping his mouth shut and nodding. He shifts the car into park and taps his fingers on the steering wheel instead of looking at her.

“You think anybody else is going to show up here tonight?” she asks softly and reaches over to put her hand on his leg.

“I—I don’t know.” His voice cracks when he answers, and he coughs nervously.

“Do you know how many times I’ve relived the night of our graduation party?”

“No,” he wheezes as she slides her fingers up his thigh and teases the flap of his jeans. She’s inordinately pleased he seems to be hardening before they’ve even kissed.

“Almost every night, Peeta. Lying in bed…thinking about you…mmm.”

“Thinking about me losing it in my pants?” he asks sheepishly. “I’m sure that’s exactly what you wanted that night.”

“Then maybe we should try again. See if your control is any better.”

She leans forward and kisses him, catching him by surprise and throwing him off balance. She moans at the feel of his lips on hers, and she gasps when Peeta opens his mouth and slides his tongue against hers. Longing so intense it physically hurts floods her, and she fists his t-shirt as she pulls him closer to her.

“Why did it take so long for this to happen?” she groans and twines his curls around her fingers.

“Fear of rejection,” he grunts in response and wraps her braid around his hand.

“None of that here. I want more.”

He kisses her hard and then climbs into the backseat. She scrambles after him and sighs when he runs his palms under her shirt and against her feverish skin. She arches into him, desperate to feel his body against hers. He hesitates briefly and then slips her shirt over her head and tosses it onto the floor. He dips his hand inside her bra and cups her breast as she squirms under his touch. With trembling hands, she reaches for his waist and unbuttons his jeans. He wriggles out of them, and she leans back so he can settle between her legs.

He’s hard, the same way he was the night in the woods, and with only his cotton briefs covering him, he juts upward impressively. Suddenly shy, she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and kisses him deeply. They buck together for a few moments, and she can feel him shudder.

“Peeta, I—”

“I have a condom,” he blurts. “If you want to, I mean. I don’t— I mean, no pressure. Whatever you—”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she answers before shedding her clothes. When they’re both naked, they gasp as their skin fuses together.

She hears a tearing sound and presses her forehead to his shoulder as she waits for him to be ready. He nudges her open and rubs the tip of his cock along her slit. She mewls and begs for something she’s not completely sure she understands but wants so desperately she can’t put it into words.

He pushes in slowly as desperate grunts rip from him. She yelps as he fills her, stretching her so far it hurts. He stills for a few moments, trying to control himself, but then he gives in and thrusts into her.

She clutches at his back, her nails digging into his skin as he pumps into her. The pain mingles with the delicious warmth spilling from their joined bodies. His skin slaps against hers, and both of them emit noises that urge the other to continue.

He tenses, and she chants, “Keep going. Don’t stop. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

“Katniss, I can’t— I’m so close,” he whines, clearly trying to hold on as long as possible.

He loses his rhythm, and she flexes around him. With a hoarse groan, he quakes, and she feels him pulse inside her. She rocks her hips against him in a futile attempt to chase him over the edge, but she’s not there yet. Disappointed, she cradles him against her as he struggles to regain his breath.

“Hell,” Peeta finally manages to sputter, “that was… holy hell. And I think I need to work on that stamina thing.”

Katniss bursts into laughter. He’s so droll, so charming, so self-effacing. It’s adorable beyond words, and she rarely uses those anyway.

“I probably wouldn’t complain if you did, but I won’t anyway,” she teases and grins at the bemused smile on his face.

“You’re so considerate.”

“It’s true. I am. That’s what people always say about Katniss Everdeen. Considerate.”

Peeta’s bark of laughter rolls from him and reverberates through her where their skin touches. She’s still so turned on, and she shivers as the waves ripple under her skin. His eyes darken slightly, and she swallows a flash of apprehension.

“Maybe I can make it up to you,” he suggests and shifts to slide down her body.

“Peeta, what are—? Oh my god…”

His tongue traces her slit, and her head falls backward with a thud against the car door. He settles between her legs and pushes her thighs apart so he can gain better access. When she’s splayed open, he proceeds to bury his face in her pussy.

What he’s doing to her feels so good, she can hardly breathe. She tries to stay quiet, but sharp yelps and squeals fall from her lips before she can stop them. When he lays his tongue flat against her clit, she stops thinking and grips his hair to hold on. She curses as he winds her tighter and screams her surrender when she snaps. As she spirals back to earth, she wipes the sweat from her brow and releases an awkward laugh.

“You’re forgiven.”

He chuckles and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing her. “See? You are considerate.”

“No, I think that’s you. You were just very, very, very thorough…I mean, thoughtful. I can’t form sentences.”

“And you haven’t even had anything to drink.”

She hugs him closer and whispers into his ear, “The second best idea you ever had was getting me drunk.”

“Second best, huh?” he asks. “What was the first?”

“Asking me out.”

“Asking or eating?”

His blue eyes are all she can see when he leans in to kiss her again and smothers her bark of laughter. When he finally breaks the kiss, she murmurs her answer.

“Both.”

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