#when I tell you my heart DROPPED
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crows-spirit · 1 year ago
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IM Inktober
Day 11: Puddle
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my-wildflwr · 1 year ago
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omg… im reading on earth we’re briefly gorgeous and… hello?? greta??
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bigfootsmom · 7 months ago
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I— huh!??? Oliver??!??? hello!?????
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myosotisa · 1 year ago
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hey leighanne. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
putting a cut because I have words
FIRST OF ALL how you described how he looks destroyed me. not the house slippers 😭🥴 he's so manly. the blue t-shirt and jeans and how the stubble is back im so in love with him
and Eddie 😍 he acts so smooth but he's such a dork. giving away that Steve has talked about her like an idiot. but the way you described Steve and Eddie interacting, and how quick Eddie saw that you weren't excited about the drink was so wholesome
"Jesus Harrington, go take your girl to get something she'll actually enjoy,"
(heavy breathing)
"I'm sorry, I just usually like something a little bit sweeter." Your confession makes Steve's cheeks dust pink. "Of course you do."
I'm losing it, the of course you like something sweeter, you're sweet as can be for him
DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HIM SAYING HE'LL MAKE THE DRINK EXACTLY HOW YOU LIKE IT. cocky BASTARD. and he's suddenly so smooth and forward?? shoutout to whiskey, my new bff, for giving us this Steve
and I knew they weren't actually going to get to kiss because of your description but my stomach still dropped like it was a rollercoaster in the lead up just for them to get interrupted. PEACH CANT YOU READ THE ROOM
how he brought your drink outside for you while you were in the bathroom 🥺
but Jesus Christ. the absolute jumpscare of his late wife being named Emma. my whole ass government first name. my heart DROPPED. now idk if I'm the dead wife or his new tough girl
the potential tension of him learning my first name and it being the same as his wife's, and the additional guilt and pain it would cause is kinda delicious to think about not gonna lie
anyway thanks as always for making sexy older Steve so fucking heartfelt and wholesome and cute and heart warming and romantic I love you leighanne 💜
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All I Really Want Is You
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older!neighbor!widower! steve x fem!reader chap five/ten - a slow burn series of blurbs - updated every wednesday
Whiskey & Cigars
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summary: Trying to keep your promise to thank Steve for fixing your sink, you aren’t expecting him to have company when you show up at his front gate after work.
wc: 5k
warnings: 18+ series for future chapters but none really for this one. Drinking, cigar smoking, flirting and wait.. is that an almost kiss?? 🤭
authors note: the idea of this chapter is what sparked the entire series, i’ve been so excited to write this one and share it with you. I hope you guys love it, we’re half way through so you know what that means? (things actually start happening lol) But Leighanne, I want to date this older!eddie too! Guess what? You can in @carolmunson ‘s orange colored sky 🧡
🌇 <- chapter four
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The Masterlist / The Playlist / The tune:
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The box of tacos is warm in your hands, the package of cannoli’s you snagged on your way home from work moving around in your backpack as you step off the train. You take a shaky breath as you make your way towards your block, your feet taking you to his house. The nerves of him not expecting you has you talking yourself off the ledge the entire walk. Does he really like fish tacos? Was he just trying to be nice? What if he’s busy? What if he’s not even home?
Your overthinking is silenced the moment you hit your street, the string lights of his front porch catch in your sight, while the sounds of Eddie Money echo down the steps filling the quiet and hitting your ears. He was home, but he wasn’t alone.
You slow your pace when you get close enough to smell the smoke of his cigar, and hear the deep baritone of his full belly laugh. Another voice chimes in, it’s raspier, darker, and definitely not a woman’s. The unruly pang of jealousy that hits your gut subsides when you reach your apartment and he finally comes into view. 
His hair is messier than you’ve ever seen it, the gray and honey highlights sticking out at the ends like he’s spent the whole night running those big hands through it. His cheeks are flushed with what looks like the end of a fun day with friends, a half smoked cigar tucked between his teeth that show themselves in a wide grin for the man sitting on his porch steps next to him. 
He leans on the top step by his elbows,your thighs pressing together when the silver chain that’s usually hidden under his shirt swings over the soft blue tee that fits tight across chest when he laughs again. His cream jeans are loose fitting, stretching at his thighs with dark gray house slippers on his feet.
The guy next to him is not who you’d expect to find, he looks around the same age, gray streaks shining under the porch light in the dark curls that rest tied back in a loose low hanging bun. His chocolate eyes shine with excitement while ring and tattoo covered hands gesture wildly with his story, the ash at the end of his cigar is dangerously close to falling onto the wood of the porch. 
Steve picks up the ashtray between the two glasses of a dark liquor like it’s second nature, lifting it up for his friend, making you notice the silver chain that dangles around his wrist when he takes the offering. He’s dressed in all black, a contrast to the light colors of Steve’s wardrobe with a pressed Judas Priest band tee that sits half tucked into the tops of his Chino shorts that fall right above his knee. Black socks and black slides covering his feet. 
Bandit’s the first to notice you from his spot on the giant rug by the front door when you reach the gate. His ears perk as he sits up, paws dropping one after the other in excitement. A high pitch whine escapes him, catching Steve’s attention. Steve plucks the cigar from his mouth, looking at Bandit before finally following the dog’s line of sight to you. There was no getting out of this now.
You feel like you won some kind of prize at the size of Steve’s smile, lopsided with rosy cheeks pushed up and eyes crinkling in the corners. He sets his cigar down, ignoring the confused look his friend is giving him before sitting up, running a hand through his hair making it stand on end even more.
“She’s alive!” He does his best impression of Dr. Frankenstein sticking his arms out in front of him and you see the man next to him grimace before taking a puff and turning his attention on to you. Curious dark eyes watch Steve and Bandit go to meet you at the gate. 
“Yes, I somehow survived.” You can’t help but giggle, making the man on the porch shoot his eyebrows up. All the nerve you worked up on the way here is gone when your neighbor gets close enough for you to see the stubble you like so much is back. 
“I hope the Au Cheval burger helped with that,” he breaths with a smirk, his eyes landing on the to go box that’s threatening to succumb to the iron grip in your hand. “Is that what I think it is?”
Too caught up in how his eyes seem to light up when he asks, it takes you a minute to register that he’s talking about the fish tacos in your hand. 
“Oh!! - Sorry - Yes, I didn’t know you had company tonight. I have cannolis in my bag too, I don’t wanna interrupt anything - I can, I can just leave them with you.” Bandit jumps onto the gate while you stutter your words, suddenly feeling sixteen again. The heat of his friend's stare makes you shuffle around in place. 
Steve opens his mouth ready to protest but he’s interrupted before he gets a chance to say anything. 
“Harrington! You gonna invite the pretty girl up for a drink or what?”
The heat rises to your cheeks as you busy yourself with scratching Bandit behind the ear with a free hand. Steve lets out a breath through his nose before pinching the bridge of it. His ears turning red like the cherries on the ends of the cannoli’s in your bag.
“Sorry about my friend.” He takes another beat before he looks up, his eyes smoldering against yours, hope hidden inside the golden specks. “I was going to actually ask you if you’d like to come up for a drink, I promise he’s harmless. He met his wife shopping at Trader Joe’s.” 
You can’t hold back your laugh, not used to seeing this playful side of him- the sipper on his porch loosening up his nerves. His grin spreads wide at your reaction, and he’s opening the gate before you can even respond because he already knows the answer.
“I happen to love Trader Joe’s, Steve.” Narrowing your eyes at him as you make your way in. He takes the opportunity to grab the to-go box from your hands just in time for you to accept Bandit’s big paws.
“Bandit!” He hisses, stealing your move with a roll of his eyes at his rambunctious dog, closing the gate while you keep him distracted. “I’m more of a Whole Foods guy myself.”
“Of course you are,” you scoff with a condescending laugh, desperately trying not to meet the eyes of the man who’s been watching you this whole time.
“What? I like having a beer when I shop. Does that make me an asshole or something?” He tries to defend himself but he only validates you more and he knows it  by the way you smirk at him.
He tries to act offended and not think about how cute it is that you haven’t stopped petting Bandit the whole walk to his front steps.
“Yes, it does make you an asshole.” The raspy voice from before interjects and you can’t hide from his curiosity when you both stop at his feet. A warm smile meets your eyes when you finally look at him, a puff of smoke exhaling through his pierced nose.
Steve’s eye roll is real this time.
“This is Eddie,” he sighs, introducing you to the mystery man, “We’ve been friends since high school, and he’s just jealous he moved to New York where you can’t shop and drink at the same time.”
Your cheeks push up at his banter, all the color in his face seems brighter tonight, his shoulders are relaxed. No longer constricted by a tight work shirt, or weighed down by loneliness - Steve is happy.
“Best friends since high school,” Eddie corrects him, setting his cigar down before opening his hands out for Bandit who abandoned you the second you reached him. 
“Hi,” you greet, trying not to sound as awkward as you feel, silently begging for your next joke to land, “I’m Steve’s neighbor and I hate to break it to you, also Bandit’s new best friend.” 
Eddie snorts, eyes twinkling when he catches the way your lips twitch when you hear Steve’s laugh next to you. 
“I was wondering who he was ditching me for.” He narrows his gaze a little as he sizes Steve up who seems to be focusing on anything but his friend before choosing to set his sights on you. 
“I’m going to go put these in the kitchen for now, I’ll grab you a glass. Thank you for this honey, you really didn’t need to.” His hand reaches out to squeeze your arm like after your hug the other morning. Goosebumps form under his palm when his thumb rubs the softness of your skin gently before letting go.
“It’s the least I could do, seriously you’ve been such a help.” You take your backpack off, the breeze making your shirt unstick from your back. “Don’t forget the cannoli’s.”
“Cannoli’s too? My, my Stevie boy. You must be quite the neighbor,” his friend chimes in, picking up his cigar again.
“Eddie,” Steve scolds just like he did Bandit, grabbing the pastries from you with an apologetic look that you wave off.
He stomps as he makes his way up the steps shooting his friend a glare. Eddie just smirks around the tobacco, leaning back with a raise of his eyebrows and a shrug.
The front door sounds heavy when it closes behind Steve, leaving the two of you alone. It’s quiet, but not for long, the gears in his head moving as he chooses his words before speaking. The crickets chirping in the grass and the hum of distant cars make your palms sweat.
“He must’ve done something real nice to get his favorite dessert hand delivered by his pretty next door neighbor.”
Your gaze narrows, a small smirk forming.
“I never told you I lived next door.” 
Eddie’s smooth facade cracks for a minute when he realizes he gave away what he already knew about you, letting you know that Steve must talk about you.
“He fixed my sink if you must know,” you tease, letting him off the hook, unable to hold back the smile that takes over your face when he barks out a loud laugh.
“How neighborly of him,” he hums around his cigar. 
The door’s opening before the conversation can go any further, a glass of the same dark liquor they’re drinking in Steve’s hand. Eddie catches the slight wrinkle of your nose at it chuckling to himself when you shoot him a look.
“I see he didn’t scare you off yet. That’s great.” Steve grins at the tattooed man, who smiles back with his teeth.
“I don’t know if I could have lasted much longer,” you sigh with fake annoyance, taking the glass from Steve, your stomach going off like fireworks on the fourth of july when your fingers brush, “Thank god you’re back.” 
The laugh you earn has you wanting to make him do it again.
“Why don’t you take a drink of that delicious Johnny Walker Blue label I saw you eyeing when he brought it out?” Eddie raises his glass in a silent challenge. 
Steve’s brows furrow when he looks at his friend in confusion, missing the way you’re scolding Eddie from behind his back.
“I would love to, Eddie, I thought you’d never ask.” You raise your glass in acceptance, already regretting it.
Placing the crystal to your glossed lip, the smell of it makes your gut churn with flashes of your hangover from the other night. You watch the realization wash over Steve’s face when the liquor hits your tongue in the smallest of sips.
“Oh no, that’s probably not what you want to drink after the other night, huh?” His concern dares to crumble when his lips twitch as he tries not to smile. 
“Don’t look at me like that Steve!” Your own smile breaks through your embarrassment.
“Jesus Harrington, go take your girl to get something she’ll actually enjoy,” Eddie laughs, extending his hand out to take your glass, his own now empty. 
Your girl. That’s my girl. Your face and neck heat up at the words again.
“It’s fine! This is okay, I can drink it!” You try to drive your point home by taking another sip, just for your face to give you away again.
“Honey,” Steve chuckles, taking the glass from your hands. “You don’t have to pretend to like it. I’m not offended.”
“I’m sorry, I just usually like something a little bit sweeter.” Your confession makes Steve’s cheeks dust pink.
“Of course you do.”
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Steve’s place is intimidating, the overhead pendant light is dim in the entryway. Big paintings hang in perfect placements along his light gray walls that lead up a dark stained wooden staircase. The music is quieter inside, the smell of cedar hitting your nose from the crackling candle he has lit in the living room that you only get a small glimpse of as he leads you to his kitchen. 
He flips the middle switch and only one set of overhead lights turn on, matching the mood of the rest of the house. You take in the giant island in the middle of the kitchen, white paneling that matches the tile below your feet, topped with black marble that sparkles under the low light. The box of cannolis you brought him sits in the middle.
He stops at the stainless steel fridge, shoulder blades moving under his shirt when he opens the door with a firm grip that makes his forearm flex, the harsh brightness polluting the dark. You both squint for a second letting your eyes adjust, the low hum of the fridge drowns out the way your heart beats in your chest.
You were in his house. 
“Are you a margarita girl?” His voice is too smooth to startle you, something softer in it like this. His eyes meet yours with a lopsided grin in an attempt to soothe your obvious nerves. 
“Depends on if you have salt for the rim.” Letting your back hit the countertop, you fake difficulty. 
“Do I have salt for the rim? Please, honey. I’m not in my twenties.” He scoffs shutting the fridge with a lime and what looks like a homemade mixer in hand. The way you giggle for him makes him feel like he might have a chance.
“I’m just making sure is all.” You roll your eyes at him for the first time tonight, and he can’t wait to make you do it again. Addicted to the smile you try to hide, always giving yourself away.
“I’ll make it how you like it.” 
He walks towards you, invading your space just enough to smell the way the spice of his cologne mixes with the expensive whiskey on his breath. Freeing his hands of the ingredients he looks down the hard line of his nose, glazed mossy eyes taking in your face like he’s never got to really do it like this before. The wild stray falls loose and your hand twitches at your side wanting to be the one to brush it away from his forehead this time.
“I promise.”
The twitch of his lips lets you know he heard your breath catch before walking away to get you a glass and a shaker. You exhale through your nose when you get a break from his attention. Was this happening? Was he flirting?
There’s a salt rimmed glass filled with crushed ice in his hands when he comes back, too lost in your own head you didn’t even hear him do all of that. He gets close enough for his shoulder to brush against yours, the tension making your fingertips buzz. 
“This okay?” He asks, eyes avoiding yours as he slices the lime. “You zoned out a little, just want to make sure you feel comfortable is all.”
“Yeah - I - sorry, I kinda get lost in my own head sometimes.” You turn your body to face him, admiring the sharp lines of his jaw from the side, the hint of crows feet from years of laughter that meet the tip of his high cheek bone, the never ending expanse of freckles and moles that dot his skin. “I mean I could have kept those cannolis for myself and left, so what do you think?”
He snorts through his nose, measuring out the shot before pouring it in the glass.
“I ate one already.” He looks at you from the corner of his eye like a boy who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I couldn’t help it.”
“Steve! Dessert before dinner? What are you on vacation or something?” Your laugh makes his face light up, pouring the mixer a little heavy handed just for you.
“What can I say? I was craving something sweet." He makes sure to look at you when he says it, begging you to catch the double meaning before dumping everything into a silver shaker.
His eyes watch the way your bottom lip tucks between your teeth at his words to try and hide your smile before he starts the loud process of mixing your drink. You don’t look away from him this time, holding his stare. It pours out smooth over the ice when he’s done, squeezing another slice of lime for good measure over the top. Pushing it towards you, he leans on the counter with his elbow to watch.
“Let’s see what you think.”
You give him your best poker face, your fingers wrapping around the now chilled glass. Pieces of salt fall off the rim when you bring it to your lips. He straightens up, grinning proudly at the way your brows marry together when it hits your tongue. You can barely taste the tequila, the sweetness of the mixer hiding all evidence while the sour of the lime balances the whole thing out. It was the best margarita you’d ever had.
“Wow,” you finally get out after you’ve had enough, only to have part of your sip dribble down onto your chin. 
“Careful.” He chuckles, taking the glass from you, his eyes meeting yours with something unknown swimming in them. 
He gets closer — close enough to feel the heat of his breath fan across your lips, for the tips of his slippers to touch the tops of your sneakers. Your favorite stray still taunts you, begs you to take care of it but it’s his hand that raises first. The pad of his thumb swiping across your chin, cleaning up what you left behind. 
“Is it sweet enough for you tough girl?” His voice comes out low, a question just for your ears. 
Your answer is lost on the tip of your tongue when he brings his thumb to his mouth. Pink lips wrapping around it before sucking it clean. 
“Steve - “ your fingers go to hook in his belt loops, your body demanding him closer before your brain can stop the movements.
“Hone-“ he starts, but someone clears their throat in the doorway.
Your hands drop expecting to hear the deep tenor of Eddie’s voice, only to be met with the silky softness of a woman’s.
“Steven! Who is this??” It comes out sweet like the drink he made, and it makes the man in front of you sigh. Whatever was going to happen is gone. 
“This is my neighbor.” He gives, not trying to hide his annoyance, and when you turn around it only seems to make her smile more.
“This is Eddie’s wife Peach.” Steve introduces, finally running a hand through his hair and you can’t help the pang of jealousy that you didn’t get to do it. 
Peach smiles brightly at you, extending a dainty hand and the rock on her wedding ring catches in the overhead light. She’s gorgeous and almost out of his league, but the way she gives Steve the same knowing eyebrow wiggle makes you realize quickly they’re a match made in heaven.
“Well now I want a margarita Steve.” She crosses her arms winking at you, relishing in the groan Steve gives her.
He wanted to kiss you, but bargained with himself that maybe this was the universe giving him the sign that it wasn’t time yet.
“Do you mind if I use your bathroom?” You don’t mean for it to sound so shy when it comes out of your mouth, but you needed a minute alone to catch your breath. 
“Yeah of course honey, it’s just down the hall right past the staircase.” He points down the doorway you both came from, grabbing your fingers and squeezing gently before busying himself with making another drink.
You're halfway down the hallway when you hear Peaches in the kitchen.
“That’s her??”
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The bathroom is smaller than you thought it’d be. It’s only a half, meant for guest use, that part is obvious with the lack of a shower inside. It’s still nicer than the one in your one bedroom, the crisp white towels that hang on silver racks look almost untouched. The deep stone sink in front of the mirror makes you feel like you’re in a spa. 
You stare at yourself in the big oval mirror. He was going to kiss you, right?
You can hear the faint sounds of the two of them talking in the kitchen, choosing to stay hidden until the rate of your heart slows down to something less likely to make you pass out. Their feet shuffle against the wooden floor by the entryway before the sound of the front door opening hits your ears.
The light knock on the bathroom door makes you jump, his voice slipping through the cracks of it.
“Hey sweetheart, we’re going back to the porch. I’ve got your drink whenever you come out.” There’s a hint of worry in his tone, was he thinking about it too?
“I’ll be out in just a sec!” 
He lingers by the door for a minute before you hear his heavy steps head outside. You take one more look at yourself in the mirror, straightening out your work shirt, and pulling down the ends of your skirt before turning around to check from behind. 
“Okay, you’re cool. Just be cool. He was totally gonna kiss you and that’s fine,” you whisper to yourself before checking your breath just in case it happens again. 
Your hand lingers on the door knob for a second before you finally work up enough courage to face him again.
🌃🌃🌃
The front door is cracked open when you emerge from the bathroom, their voices battling over the low playing music inside.
“What do you mean you haven’t asked her for her number yet Steve?” Eddie’s question makes you stop in your tracks.
“Can you talk any louder?” Steve half whispers and half yells, making Peach giggle. 
“It’s obvious you both are into each other -“ Eddie starts again only to be cut off by his wife.
“I swear they were about to kiss in the kitchen, Ed.” 
The way Steve stays quiet tells you that it wasn’t just in your head.
“Look, I just - I don’t know.” He sighs deeply, and you can practically see the way he’s probably running a stressed hand through his hair.
“Steve..” his best friend's tone goes soft, “It’s been long enough, you’re not a bad person for having feelings for someone again. You and I both know Emma would want that for you. I see the way you look at this girl, I haven’t seen you look at someone like that in over a decade.” 
Since his wife.
Steve laughs a little and you hear the ice in his cup clink against the glass signaling him taking a drink before he answers, “Yeah, I know.”
There’s a second of silence and you wonder what his face looks like right now. 
“Look, you’re going on that camping trip next week right? Ask her to water your plants or something while you’re gone, then you can get her number that way. That’s less scary right?” The teasing edge to Peach’s words are gone, she’s gentle with the way she speaks to him.
“Yeah, I mean, that’s a normal thing neighbors ask right?” 
“Totally!” Eddie chimes in enthusiastically making you have to muffle your giggle.
You decide to open and close the bathroom door again to alert them of your presence when you feel like your eavesdropping has gone on long enough. 
Steve clears his throat and you catch the end of his silent scolding to his friends when you step outside. He smiles but there’s something missing from it when he holds up your drink from his place on the porch swing, Bandit curled up at his feet. 
“There she is!” He teases, desperately trying to bring the mood back to what it was before.
“I didn’t fall in if you can believe it,” your response comes out more awkward than intended, laughing nervously while taking your drink. You wonder if it’s obvious that you heard everything when you dare to take the spot next to him. Thighs and shoulders pressing together, your mind races with the new information.
Steve, your handsome older neighbor, the one who works for the Cubs, the one who drives a BMW to work every morning, the guy who fixes your sink and sends you dorky notes likes you. The weight of his guilt is the only thing holding him back from making a real move and it’s hard for you to wrap your head around the fact that the silly crush you’d been harboring is returned.
“Didn’t anyone tell you not to comment on how long a lady’s in the bathroom Harrington?” Eddie teases breaking the ice, making Steve flush deep crimson from his neck to his ears.
“That’s not - that’s not what I meant,” he grumbles inside his glass, the smooth confidence from inside the kitchen now gone.
You squeeze his knee gently with a giggle, the thick hair tickling your palm. 
Eddie takes control of the conversation for the rest of the time it takes you to finish your drink, Peach interjecting every now and then to roast him when he’s telling a story wrong. You half listen to as much of it all as you can, but it’s hard to focus when you can feel the way Steve keeps looking at you from the corner of his eye, turning away everytime you go to meet his gaze. 
He keeps his thigh pressed to yours despite there being more than enough room on the swing, the sides of your feet tapping together on the porch. The heat of his body and the strength of the nice tequila hit after a long day all at once, a yawn escaping you in the middle of another one of Eddie’s bike trip stories.
“If I’m boring you just say something, jeez,” Eddie teases, a warm smile spread over his plump lips.
“Sorry!” Embarrassment warms your cheeks, feeling everyone’s eyes on you, “It’s just been a long day at work and I think the late night is just hitting me.”
“I’m teasing, kid. I have stories like these that I could tell for weeks. Go get some sleep.” He pulls his wife deeper into his side, her eyelids droopy like yours. “I think the Mrs is ready too anyway.”
Steve’s hand spreads over your back, the warmth of his palm rubbing up and down the dip of your spine making you hum.
“I’ll walk you home honey.”
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Your staircase feels never ending, both of you slightly out of breath when you get to the top. Turning around at your front door to face him, both of you smile, trying not to laugh at the sheen of sweat on your foreheads. 
“That seemed harder that time, no?” Steve breaks the silence sounding winded.
“I think maybe it has something to do with the liquor and the pastries, but I could be wrong.”
His laugh is booming, making you giggle while you try to shush him out of courtesy of your neighbors who are fast asleep. 
“Sorry, sorry!” He whispers, a smirk that tells you he’s really not tugging at his lips, his eyes meeting yours the way they did in the kitchen.
You don’t know when he got this close or how your back ended up pressed against your front door. It’s silent between you, but the comfortable kind. Words not ready to be said out loud being exchanged through looks and the tips of his fingers brushing against yours.
“Thank you again for bringing me dinner, that was very sweet of you.” His voice is soft like his touches.
“It’s not a problem. It’s the least I could do really.” You look up at him from under your lashes, you’re ready for what was meant to happen in the kitchen now.
He hums a little to himself, interlacing your fingers with his. His eyebrows knitting together like he’s deep in thought. 
“Listen, I’m going on this camping trip next week with Bandit. Peaches would kill me if I let those plants die, maybe you wouldn’t mind coming by once to water them? I can give you my number, that way you know, we can talk about details or if something else breaks in your apartment.” He lets out a shaky laugh, and you squeeze his hand in reassurance.
“Gimme your phone Steve.”
His eyes widen and you can’t believe he’s shocked you said yes. He lets go of you to dig it out of his pocket, and you try to stifle a laugh at how frantic he seems.
You save your number under Tough Girl before handing it back to him with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth watching the way it makes his cheeks turn red when he reads it.
“I’ll - um text you with the dates,” he stutters a little slowly, backing away. 
“You could also just text me.” You shrug and it makes him miss the top step, catching himself on the railing. 
“Good to know.” The smile he gives you knocks the air out of your lungs. “Have a good night, tough girl.”
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It’s only an hour later when you’re in bed, halfway asleep when you hear your phone buzz next to you. You wonder if he can see the way you smile like an idiot at your bright screen.
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robotsafari · 7 months ago
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i had a dream where something was off with riku’s shadow…
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(this art is so sucks i made this when i was tired and less experienced which ended up making riku look so much skinnier than how i normally draw him post-kh2 can you stop engaging it with pretty pweeease)
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I just finished watching 4 and a half hours of matpats final gtlive and I am full on sobbing. We will miss you mat.
Clap and a half for you❤️
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automaticheartcrusade · 3 months ago
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Mentally I’m still here:
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decendingfromgrace · 2 years ago
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I was terrified 😭 rest up and have a good break! We’ll see you back when you’re ready.
Hey lovelies!!
No one is blocked! I’ve just had way too many blank blogs following me while I’m on holiday and I don’t have the time to keep up so I’ve password protected @kingkatsuki for now.
I’ll unlock it again next week when I’m back and I have the time for blog maintenance💕
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72g · 1 year ago
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@animangacreators Challenge #25: Graveyard
- character/s death you didn’t see coming: Neji Hyūga
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mahi-wayy · 2 months ago
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Deepika Padukone as Sum-80 aka Sumathi in Kalki2898ad
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skitskatdacat63 · 1 year ago
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And now my art has been reposted on tiktok, have I finally made it as a creator? 🥺 But like seriously my god, I didn't think I had to say but don't repost??????? I think I've been pretty safe from it cause I normally just draw AU art but ahh making relevant art, it's a dangerous game....I just yeah, don't necessarily know what to do about it, but yeah just don't please?
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souenkun · 5 months ago
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Maybe manifesting for your favorite character to appear in the gacha game you've been addicted by writing them in a fanfic actually works! 🤯
Excerpt taken from "the home that awaits us".
#can you tell that i am still reeling from how we finally got kabu in pokemas. and that he's voiced by THE kazuhiko inoue 😭😭😭#i flung kabu into my hbslv pasio series fic because (1) he's my favorite galar ossan (2) it's just for funsies#I DID NAWTTTT MEAN TO MANIFEST HIM INTO THE GAME but in the end... it's good for me (and my pasio fic series) lmaoooo 😭🤚#i wished we could've seen how kabu would react with the kids he taught too :( my heart melted when i saw that he guided lillie and gladion!!#all the reason for me to make a kabu cameo in my future hbslv fic 👍 one parental figure (lance) isn't enough i need to add kabu ojisan too!#i'm still pretty stressed and i think that's causing my writing block too but like. in the mean time? (writes down my kabu fic ideas)#mayhaps a training day for their fire-type mons would be nice... or hbslv bumping into kabu in a hoenn specialty restaurant 🥺❤️‍🔥#anyway WAUGHHHHH i am *not* gonna waste this lore i made!!! i love making connecting fics so i WILL commit to the lore i've made!!!#also if you've read this far: please pray for me because kabu's banner drops during my birthday 😭 i have kinda enough gems for him 😭#i feel like pokemas picking kazuhiko inoue to voice kabu is an attack to me. they just made this fiery ossan 1000x hotter with that voice 😭#gym leader kabu#rival silver#trainer ethan#pokemon#pokemas#pokemon masters ex#pmex#pokemon masters ex spoilers#pmex spoilers#pokemas spoilers#galar#johto#preciousmetalshipping#huntershipping#ethan x silver
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v7lgar · 3 months ago
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the feeling of not rushing anything while u are writing/working on a fic like there is no deadline, ppl have no idea and u can write freely until u stop and decide to talk abt it and then post it and i missed that feeling so much
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dayzadraws · 1 year ago
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introspectivememories · 11 months ago
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everybody gets on shouto's case for being arrogant before the sports festival but like was he wrong to be arrogant???? if i was trained since 5 and then i enrolled in a school for hero hopefuls who have just started training their quirk, their body, and their minds for the job, god i'd be so fucking arrogant too. everything his peers are learning, shouto already knows!! flying spin kick? boo, boring!! he learned that at six. incorporating your quirk into your fighting? lame, yawn! he's been doing that his whole life. fighting quirkless? his father may be a piece of shit but endeavor is nothing if not thorough.
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colinrobinsonscardigan · 6 months ago
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I don't consider this a bad thing or anything but it is weird to me that everyone knowing Purple Guy's name in the fnaf fandom is such a given nowadays. Do new fans even know that we didn't know his name until like FNAF 4?
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