#I’m not usually in large fandoms so joining this one was pretty nerve wracking but you have all just been so wonderful

[jovialoddity]

HAPPY HAPPY HOLIDAYS, EVERYONE!!!

I’m sorry this isn’t a more finished piece, but I wanted to put out a little something for the holiday just so I could gush for a moment about all of you.

The growth I’ve experienced on this account in the past few months alone has been UNBELIEVABLE. I never would have expected that people would like my art and my ideas so much, especially so many of you! I usually feel extremely nervous about putting myself out there, but everybody that I’ve met through this fanbase has been nothing short of wonderful.

This is one of the most interactive and lovely fanbases I’ve been in in a LONG time, and I seriously can’t thank you guys enough for all of the support!! Thank you so much to everybody who’s followed me, sent me kind comments and asks, left encouraging tags on my posts, drawn fanart for my AUs and even included your own OCs into them… just, thank you! I know I might not be the greatest with showing gratitude, but your kind words seriously mean the world to me, I’m so grateful to be sharing my work with all of you lovely people.

Merry Christmas to everybody who celebrates, and to anyone who doesn’t, I hope you have a fantastic day! 💖

[stellar-imagines]

SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝meeting your son’s lover.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Bakugou Katsuki ]

「Bakugou and your son suddenly announces that he has a girlfriend all of a sudden, surprising you two. What surprised you more was the fact that he invited her over for dinner. And another surprise, she was deaf.」

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

“I.....I got a girlfriend.” your son ― Yozora, muttered all of a sudden while the three of you had dinner together. Katsuki blinked a few times and had stopped midway to process what his son had said. You stopped eating for a while to stare at your son.

“You’re not joking right?” you managed to say after a few moments of silence. Your son let out a gasp of surprise, his cheeks turning red in embarrassment at your assumption. He snapped his gaze at you, looking a little offended that you thought he was just making it up.

“Of course not! I have a girlfriend!”

“So, what led you to telling us this?” Katsuki questioned calmly.

“She wants to meet you guys.....or something like that. I couldn’t refuse because she was practically begging me to bring her over so I have no other choice but to take her.” your son muttered, his cheeks bright red as he continued to eat his meal that you had prepared.

It wasn’t as if you didn’t believe your son or anything. The two of you had gone through the nerve-wracking experience together before. You’re actually pretty curious to what kind of girl your son was dating. Is she the bubbly type that smiles a lot like Uraraka? Or is she the well-mannered girl like Yaoyorozu? The only thing you talked about was what kind of person your son’s girlfriend is. Katsuki was pretty curious as well, wondering what kind of girl his own son was dating. He only hoped that she treated him well.

Soon the dreaded day came and your son couldn’t help but pray to the Gods above him that you wouldn’t embarrass him in front of his girlfriend. Now that he was standing in front of his house door with his girlfriend by his side, he was debating on going in or not. The girl squeezed his hand gently, making him turn to her. He noticed the nervous smile on her face and she rose her other hand, signing a few things. 

"I'm nervous. I hope your parents like me." 

"Don't worry, my mom is super nice and my dad is pretty much cool with everything. Even if they don't approve you, I'll always be by your side, Iroha." he said, assuring the girl's anxiety. 

He had entered the house pulling the girl along with him as he decided to use all his courage to invite her in. Yozora announced that he was home and immediately heard your footsteps coming from the kitchen. You beamed at the girl who hurriedly bowed to you to show her respect. 

"Is this your girlfriend, Sora? Come in, come in! Your dad will be home soon, just sit amd some TV while you wait. I'm almost done with dinner." you told your son as he took off his shoes at the genkan. As soon as you said that, you rushed off to the kitchen to finish cooking dinner.

Iroha glanced around the house, taking note of how large it was. Considering that both you and Katsuki were heroes, she thought that a house of this size and elegance was normal. She found herself awkwardly sitting on the couch while Yozora headed into the kitchen to grab something to drink. She was nervous and couldn't help but to fidget every now and then. The sound of the door opening was enough to make her jump.

"I'm home." 

"Katsuki! Welcome home, you don't look as tired as I expected." you placed a hand on your hip as your husband took off his boots and handed you his case which held his hero costume. 

"Yeah, villains are staying low today. And it's a fucking great thing." Katsuki uttered before pressing his lips on your forehead. 

"So, is Sora back yet?" he asked. 

"Yeah! He brought his girlfriend over! She's real pretty you know! Let's have dinner together now." you pulled your husband to the dining table and called the two kids to wait at the table.

"Are you alright? Do you not like any of these food? Should I make something else?" you fretted, noticing that the girl was fiddling with her fingers as if she was trying to say something. Instantly, she looked up with a worried look. 

"Th-That's not it, mom! Iroha is just.....!" Yozora felt her tug at his sleeve and saw her sign something at him. 

"She's deaf?" Katsuki rose an eyebrow, looking a little surprised.

“Don't tell me that you asked for those sign language books to communicate with her? Ah, you even wanted to have classes too, didn't you!" you pointed out with a wide knowing grin, now realizing your son's feats from over a year ago.

"M-Mom!" he lightly scolded you, cheeks turning bright red ― almost rivaling a tomato.

"What's so embarrassing about that!? Your dad here crashed my weekly girls night during high school all because he wanted to spend time with me. And mentioned that he didn't care if he had join the girls night." you pointed at the man sitting beside you. Katsuki put down his bowl of miso soup and lightly glared at you. 

“But that's still fine―" 

“I made his nails super pretty too! We also had those temporary tattoos and we pasted it on his biceps. It looked so cu―" 

"Here!" Katsuki shoved a piece of sushi into your mouth to stop you from babbling more about his embarrassing moments.

‘You're supposed to embarrass him and not me!" your husband grumbled in a low tone. 

"No! You should know better! Remember when I first visited Mitsuki and Masaru and they embarrassed the hell out of you? You should know how that feels! And do you want Sora to go through the same?" you questioned your husband. 

"Don't you remind me of that. Can't we just eat? For fuck's sake. The food's gonna get cold." Katsuki muttered, taking a piece of the karaage and placing it on your plate. 

Iroha who was sitting across you found herself smiling, watching as you and Katsuki argue about something ― though it seemed one-sided because Katsuki was the one yelling at you. Yozora saw the small movements coming from the girl next to him and wondered what she was thinking. The girl faced him, giving him a small smile as she raised her hand. The male watched carefully as she signed something to him. At this, you stopped whatever you were doing and watched this little scene going on. 

"What did she say? What did she say!?" you asked excitedly. 

"She said.....that we're a very lively family and that you're both amazing parents." Yozora mumbled. 

"Thank you. Now, go ahead and eat before the food gets cold." you said. 

"H-Hah!? Wh-Why do I have to tell them that?"  your son was beet red and his girlfriend flashed him a pout, tugging at his sleeve as she made a few signs with a small frown on her face. 

"I-I don't care! You can tell them any other time! It's embarrassing for me to say that in front of them." Yozora immediately excused himself and ran up the stairs. His girlfriend was left alone with the two of you, looking a little sad. You know that Yozora was always nervous when it came to expressing his feelings, he was like Katsuki back in the days. 

"What's wrong? He just ran off like that, it's pretty fucking rude to his girlfriend." Katsuki grumbled, listening to the slam of a door that came from the second floor. 

"Sorry, Sora is usually a nice guy but I wonder what's got him so riled up....." you wondered, letting your gaze wander to the stairs. The girl immediately rummaged her bag for something and pulled out a notebook and her pencil case. She began to scribble something on the very last page before showing it to the two of you.

“It was my fault. He's always easily embarrassed when I say weird things." 

"Oh, it's nothing to worry about! He got it from his father!" you patted Katsuki's back who clicked hie tongue in response. 

"I wanted to tell you how much I love your son. He's an amazing person. Hardworking, bright and friendly. He's any girl's dream. Earlier, he was embarrassed to say these kind of things to you." 

"Really? I'm so glad that he has someone like you as his girlfriend. Please continue to look after Yozora, he…can be stubborn and hard to handle sometimes. So please be patient with him. You're already a part of our family. Come and visit it any time you want." you smiled at the girl who gave you a smile before scribbling down something on another page. 

"Thank you. I'll treasure him forever." 

You ushered Iroha upstairs, not before handing her a packet of Yozora's favorite snacks and telling her where his room was. She bowed to show appreciation before going up the stairs, bringing her bag along with her. You sighed happily, resting your elbow on the table with your hands holding your cheeks. Katsuki cleared up the table and  put the dirty dishes into the sink before walking out of the kitchen to stand next to you. He noted the dreamy smile on your face and rose an eyebrow.  

“That brat finally has a girlfriend huh?” Katsuki muttered as he helped you with washing the dishes. You stacked the clean plates on the dishwasher and smiled at your husband.

“Sora is growing up. He’s already in his second year in UA so it’s not a surprise that he’s interested in having a relationship.” you pointed out.

“She’s a really sweet person so I don’t see a problem with it.” you grinned from ear to ear.

"You seem awfully happy." he commented. 

"Of course, our son has a girlfriend and she's such a nice person. How could I not be happy?! Soon he's gonna become a man." you hummed to yourself.

".....doing this and that behind our backs. Just like how we did back in the days." you smirked, lightly poking your husband in the rib. 

"Oh shut up, you were making faces like you wanted it too." Bakugou grumbled with a small pout on his lips. You giggled softly and wrapped your hands around him, pressing yourself up on his back. 

"How about you go shower while I clean up the kitchen?" you suggested. Bakugou looked over his shoulder and turned around, wrapping his arms around your waist as he flashed you a smirk. 

"Only if you join me." 

"You horny bastard." you teased.

Total: 1761 words Published: 22.04.2019

Thank you for requesting! (ㅅ•᎑•) This was pretty cute owo Hope y’all liked it!― author Lou

Thank you for requesting! Very interesting scenario to type. We hope that it came out just as you wanted it, anon. If ya’ll noticed, we used Yozora which is the same name mentioned in Lou’s work on quotev. ― author Natsuki

We posted a birthday special for Bakugou! If you’re interested, have a look here! 

Please do not mind the grammar mistakes and typos

[rax-writes]

Title: Hard to Handle Fandom: Stranger Things Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader Word Count: 3,425 Warnings: None Notes: Can y’all tell that I’m on a massive “best friends turned lovers” kick? // Request from anon for “4. “I think i’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.” 75. “I want you to fight for me!” and 76. “Please don’t go.” from the prompt list for steve harrington with a side of extra large angst please 💗💗 (and if u only do a certain # of prompts then u can choose from those three :))” – (I couldn’t find a way to include number 75, so that’s why it got left out.) ♥

gif made by @v-writings

The first semester of college is always the most difficult, for an innumerable amount of reasons. Not only is it nerve-wracking to be thrust into an entirely unfamiliar situation such as college, but it is a momentous change in one’s personal life. They’re away from their family, they’ve now got to balance difficult coursework with attempting to have a social life, they’ve got to attempt to develop a social life in this new environment – there are a thousand and one things that change in someone’s life when they go to college. And any fragment of familiarity is held onto as if it were the most valuable thing in the world. Whether it be the blanket they brought that still smells like home, or a photo of their family setting on the nightstand, any sense of home is cherished.

For Steve, it wasn’t some treasured memento from home – it was you.

Thankfully, the basic courses that every college student must take allowed you to share almost all of your classes with Steve. He was more than grateful for it as well. Despite being the former King of Hawkins, he was now essentially insignificant – and he didn’t quite know how to handle it. He had grown accustomed to everyone in his school knowing his name, to recognizing him as arguably the most popular person at Hawkins High. But here, no one – save yourself – knew him at all. He felt insignificant, and that constant, sinking feeling pushed him even closer to you, made him even more desperate to be with you always.

If he had to guess, that would likely be the primary factor in why he fell in love with you.

Steve had always cared deeply about you. You had been his friend since elementary school, when you’d punched a kid in the throat for stealing his crayons. (You’d gotten in loads of trouble, of course, but it was certainly a fun memory to look back on.) Even when you’d both gained attractiveness with the onset of puberty, neither of you felt any different about one another. You were still just best friends, and absolutely nothing more.

This was what made it even more perplexing to Steve when he found himself staring at you much longer than usual, eyeing the way you held the end of your pen between your lips when you were deep in thought, or the way you’d rock up to class with messy hair and a coffee after a long night of studying. He found himself positively enamored by you – and it was absolutely mortifying.

The situation with Nancy had hurt Steve far more than he’d ever admitted to anyone. Sure, you knew all about how much he’d cried over it, how long he’d been heartbroken and downtrodden from it – but you didn’t know how irreparably it had damaged him. You didn’t know that he often lied awake at night, staring up at the ceiling as he wondered if she’d ever actually loved him? And if she hadn’t – if she’d never loved him in all the time they’d been together – how could he possibly tell if anyone else was feigning their love for him? Was he doomed to spend the rest of his life clueless as to whether or not he was a burden, an obstacle for the people in his life to overcome? How many people were only in his life because they felt obligated to be? You, Dustin – hell, even his own mother? Were you all only there because you felt trapped, spending every day working yourself up to leaving him? Were any of you there simply because you wanted to be, because you really did care about him?

These were but a few of the thoughts that constantly plagued Steve’s mind. Regardless of how many times he attempted to assure himself that you were his friend because you wanted to be, that you would never have stayed friends with him for this long if you didn’t actually care about him – he couldn’t shake the paranoia that you secretly despised him, and you were only still sticking around because you didn’t know anyone else here. The second you made some new friends, Steve would never hear from you again. You’d just toss him away, and the next time he’d see you would be at your high school reunion, on the arm of some douchebag who didn’t love you half as much as Steve did.

All of this only made Steve more apprehensive about his blossoming feelings for you.

And all of this only made him a thousand times more distraught when you started dating someone – someone who wasn’t him.

The guy’s name was Chad, and he was a bit of a prick, but he seemed to treat you pretty well. Chad himself wasn’t necessarily Steve’s problem – it was how you felt about Chad. It was how your entire face would light up when Chad would come up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing the top of your head. It was the smile that would spread across your face when he’d bring you take-out on a night he knew you were cramming for an exam. It was the way you’d laugh at his jokes, and the way he’d just smile at you as you laughed, as if you were the most beautiful thing in the entire world.

But since Steve couldn’t possibly bring himself to be upset with you, he generally took his frustration out on Chad.

Steve felt his entire body cringe when someone clapped his shoulder and sat down next to him at the picnic table outside the library. Chad gave him a friendly grin, as you took a seat across the table.

“How’s it going, man? Studying hard or hardly studying?” Chad questioned lightheartedly, and Steve managed to force out a brief laugh.

“Bit of both, I guess.”

“We’re going to the game tonight, do you wanna come?” you asked, and Steve felt almost embarrassed by how delighted he was by your offer. You’d both been extremely busy with homework lately, being that the end of the semester was fast approaching, so you hadn’t spent much time together. He was more than happy for any excuse to hang out with you – until he realized that that meant Chad would be there.

Oh well, Steve would just have to take what he could get.

“Yeah, sounds… sounds fun,” he said, and the smile that lit up your face made his mouth go dry.

“Great! I’ll swing by your dorm around six and we can walk to the game from there,” you said, and Steve just nodded, returning your vibrant smile.

That night, for the first time in a long time, Steve actually got ready. Not just the “do his hair and throw on some clothes” type of getting ready. No, Steve changed his outfit three times, spent twice as long on his hair than usual, sprayed on some of his seldom-used expensive cologne, and admired himself in the mirror for ten minutes, before he felt pleased with his appearance.

Truthfully, Steve didn’t even know why he was putting so much time and effort in tonight. The fact remained that you were still with Chad. No matter how nicely he dressed, no matter how fantastic his hair looked – you were still with Chad. That put a bitter taste in Steve’s mouth, and he immediately pushed it to the back of his mind. It’d been awhile since he’d gotten to spend time with you, and dammit, he was going to enjoy himself tonight. He wasn’t going to worry about who you were with, how long you’d end up being with them, or any of that other shit. He was just going to have fun, and enjoy hanging out with you.

Until you showed up at his door with slightly blotchy, red cheeks and puffy eyes.

“Woah, what the hell happened? You alright?” Steve questioned immediately, frowning as he bent down to look at you and brush some hair out from your face.

“Yeah, I’m fine, let’s go,” you said softly, turning to walk away. Steve gently grabbed your arm, and stopped you.

“Hey… what happened?” he repeated, this time with a much gentler tone. You let out a heavy sigh before turning around to face Steve again.

“I… I decided to go by Chad’s dorm early tonight, because I needed to use his computer to send an email to my professor. And when I went in there… he was with someone.”

“What exactly do you mean, ‘with someone’?”

“They… they looked like maybe they’d been kissing, but stopped when they heard the door opening. I don’t know, I… I just left and came here. He was yelling after me, but… I just left,” you explained, sniffling a bit before shaking your head. “Doesn’t matter right now. Can we just… go to the game, and focus on a bunch of people screaming at some guys chasing after a ball, rather than my currently fucked up love life?”

“Okay,” Steve said, nodding and brushing some more hair away from your face, before offering you a kind smile. “Yeah, let’s go.”

The game was pretty much exactly what you’d said earlier: a bunch of people screaming at some guys chasing after a ball. You got into the game much more than you usually did, and it was clear to Steve that that was intentional; you were choosing to focus on the game rather than your own thoughts. So, he did it, too. You both quickly joined those hollering and swearing at the game, occasionally screaming at the ref or cheering at the top of your lungs. Steve felt himself actually enjoying it – this weird, hyperfixated, energetic comradery between the two of you.

Until he felt that unfortunately familiar hand clap his shoulder.

“Oh my god, I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Chad said, panting a bit and looking relieved. “Baby, I’m so sorry, it’s totally not what you think –”

“Then what the fuck is it, Chad?”

Anyone who has experienced the uniquely awkward feeling of standing next to an arguing couple would understand why Steve decided to sneak away. He waded through the sea of people until he was down a few rows, ready to return to you when you inevitably dumped Chad for good. Despite the fact that it made him feel a bit ashamed, he couldn’t deny that he felt a little hint of excitement rise up in him. You were finally going to be rid of Chad, and maybe – just maybe – Steve could be with you.

Every couple of minutes, Steve would look back at you and Chad, to see if the argument was over yet. It was mostly you looking furious and upset, and Chad doing his best to placate you, and to come up with excuses for why he was snuggled up in bed with someone else. The argument eventually seemed to be winding down, and Steve assumed that you had reached the point where you were telling Chad to get lost. The team scored, and Steve returned his attention to the game for a few moments. And when he looked back, he saw Chad leaning down to kiss you.

Something in Steve’s heart snapped. He instantly wanted to be as far away from there as possible. He felt as if he were in a bit of a haze, his legs guiding the rest of his shell-shocked body down the bleachers, and towards his dorm. He walked like a zombie, and he felt like one. When he reached his room, he managed to close the door behind him and kick off his shoes, before falling face-first onto his mattress, burying his face in his pillow. Tears that he didn’t know where there began to wet his face, and before he knew it, he was sobbing.

It was a myriad of factors that ultimately caused Steve’s little meltdown. There were some external factors, such as the pressure of the multitude of homework he was dealt resting upon his shoulders and weighing him down. But primarily, of course, he was crying about you. He was crying because he’d been so stressed about his feelings for you, that he’d never taken the time to actually deal with them. Now he was being forced to deal with them. And he was being forced to deal with the fact that you didn’t want him; you wanted some cheating piece of hair-gel slathered garbage named Chad, and you may never want him. All of these intense, burdensome feelings that Steve now felt for you were likely all for naught; you’d probably never want him. Why? Because he didn’t feel that he was worth wanting.

Steve couldn’t be sure of how long he’d cried, but when he was through, he just felt empty. He felt empty, and then mad. And for the first time, he felt mad at you.

It was another hour before you showed up to his room, knocking softly before letting yourself in. You found him lying on his bed, his hands folded over his stomach as he stared up at the ceiling. After you dropped your coat on the ground, he didn’t acknowledge at your presence, so for a second, you thought he was asleep, until he spoke.

“What’re you doing here?”

His voice was hollow and hoarse, and you frowned at his question.

“I’m here because you disappeared. You ditched me at the game, and I couldn’t find you anywhere. You actually worried me a little, I thought maybe you got sick or something. I wanted to see if you were here, and check to see if you’re alright.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Now go ahead, run back to Chad, like always. I’m sure he’s got some more bullshit excuses to give you.”

“What the hell is your problem, Steve?”

He sat up then, and in the dim light of his bedroom, you couldn’t see the tears that still stained his cheeks.

“What’s it matter what my problem is? Just go suck Chad’s face some more, and continue to not give a shit about me, just like you have been for the past several months.”

“You think I don’t give a shit about you?”

“Sure as hell seems like it,” Steve scoffed.

“You’re my best friend, and not having the time to see you makes me feel like a horrible person. You know just as well as I do that they’ve been piling on the homework for the past month or more, and I’ve just been too swamped to have the time to hang out. And it’s not like you’ve been coming to see me, either. But I know that it’s because you’re busy, and I don’t hold it against you. You need to untie the knot in your panties, and understand that I’m not doing this because I don’t give a shit about you. It’s because I just don’t have any fucking time, Steve.”

“Alright, and what about Chad? What about you being too blind to see that he’s obviously cheating on you, but you’re too thoughtless to just dump him and move on? Look, I get that you’re in love with him, but you’re being stupid.”

“I did dump him, you moron,” you snapped.

“Yeah right, I saw him kiss you.”

“Well, you must’ve left before you saw me slap the hair gel off him, and tell him to go to hell,” you retorted, and that visibly took Steve aback. “I told him that his excuses were bullshit, that I know he was cheating on me, and to never speak to me again. You clearly don’t know me at all if you think I’m ‘stupid’ enough to take him back, so I’ll just stake my ‘stupid’ ass home. Goodnight, Harrington.”

You snatched your coat up off the floor, and you were just about to walk out the door, when Steve jumped up to grab your arm, effectively stopping you in your tracks.

“Please don’t go.”

“Why should I stay?” you inquired bitterly. “To listen to you insult me some more?”

“No, I…” Steve trailed off before exhaling slowly and running a hand through his hair. “You’re not stupid at all. God, you’ve never been stupid, and you’ll never be stupid. I’m the stupid one. I got upset with you for no good reason, and I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve any of that. I’m so sorry.”

“But why did you get that upset over thinking I got back with Chad? I would’ve thought you’d just… tell me that I’m not making a good decision, and talk with me about it – not yell at me and call me stupid.”

“I know, I know. I should never have acted like that. I feel like such a jerk. I’ve just… got a lot going on, and I took all of it out on the first thing that made me mad – which was thinking that this prick cheated on you, but you were taking him back. God, I’m so sorry,” Steve said miserably, leaning his back against the wall and running his hands over his face.

“Steve…” you said gently, and he looked at you. “What’s going on? What all do you have ‘going on’ that’s making you this upset?”

“Just… just homework, and shit like that,” he quickly lied, then shook his head. “You don’t need to worry about it, I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, Steve. I know you,” you said, frowning at him with a pitying look in your eyes. “What’s going on? Talk to me, please.”

“I… I think I’m in love with you,” Steve blurted out, before he could even think to stop himself. “And that terrifies me. And I don’t know how to deal with it.”

You just stared at him in silence for what felt like ages. The inevitable shock was clear on your face, from your raised eyebrows to your slightly agape lips – but beyond that, Steve couldn’t read you. He’d always been great about that, knowing what you were thinking without you saying a word. But now, you were stunned silent, and he didn’t have a clue what was running through your mind.

“You’re in love with me?” you finally asked, and Steve nodded. His mouth was too dry to choke out a response. You repeated, “You’re in love with me,” but this time, it felt more like a disbelieving statement. Again, Steve nodded.

He could feel his hands begin to grow clammy with fear, and he began wringing them together. He was on the verge of begging you to say something, anything at all to break the silence. Eventually, you looked up at him. Your eyes seemed to be scanning him critically, attempting to determine your next course of action. Then, all in one swift movement, you put your hand behind his neck and pulled him down to your level, crashing your lips against his.

It took him a moment or two to regain his composure enough to return the kiss, delicately placing his hands your waist, as your free hand moved to grip his bicep. Every single thought in Steve’s mind escaped him, besides the thought that you were kissing him – and it was the single best moment of his entire life.

When your hand drifted upwards into his hair, he managed to maintain his equanimity. But that went straight out the window when you tangled your fingers in his soft curls. As if on instinct, Steve pushed you back against the nearby door – which, mere minutes ago, you were getting ready to storm out of.

It was a very welcomed change of pace.

Steve’s hands moved from behind you to grip your hips, allowing your back to be pressed firmly against the door’s cold, hard wood. He pulled your hips closer, pressing your body against his, and both of you felt dizzy. By the time you broke the kiss, both of you were out of breath. Steve rested his forehead on your shoulder, and wrapped his arms around your waist, almost as if he were pulling you into a languid hug.

“I love you,” he heard you whisper softly, as if you were scared of saying it. “I’ve always loved you.”

“I’m pretty new to it,” Steve admitted, chuckling breathlessly. He absentmindedly turned his head a kiss to your neck, then added softly, “I love you, too.”

There were a few moments of content, comfortable silence, and you were the first to interrupt it. Steve could hear the smile in your voice when you spoke again.

“Now kiss me again.”

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