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vviciously · 3 years
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people say they like fleetwood mac but never even listen to night watch or the way i feel
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recurring-polynya · 4 years
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Does anyone in the world remember Heroes of the Hueco Mundo Invasion – In Love!!, a short and very strange piece of fiction I wrote while high on bad antidepressants because @unohanadaydreams​ told me to? Anyway, I wrote another chapter. I wrote this ages ago and never posted it because I was considering cutting the joke about the bowling shirts in favor of actually having them go bowling eventually. I still haven’t decided, but the bit about the bowling shirts is too good to cut. Why did I write this??? Anyway, it is transcendentally stupid and every single line of it is extremely hilarious to me. I just made a joke about Renji playing the tambourine and remembered this existed, so here you go. Happy Saturday.
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“Are you seeing this?” Ichigo exclaimed.
Rukia sighed, cradling her phone between her shoulder and her ear. “Yeah.”
“First of all, since when does Soul Society have YouTube?”
“I don’t know why you keep calling it that, it’s called SoulTube, and how else would we watch cat videos and skateboard tricks?”
“Since when do you have skateboards? And also, what the junk, Chad and Ishida?”
Rukia sighed as Matsumoto narrated the highlights of Chad and Uryuu’s Shinigami Women’s Association-sponsored date.
“Chad and Uryuu decided to each plan half the date to surprise the other!” Matsumoto was trilling. “Tell me, Uryuu, what did Mr. Tall, Dark and Silent have in store for you?”
“Well, the Karakura Art Museum was doing a tribute to Leonora Carrington, who is apparently one of Chad’s favorite artists. He was clearly nervous about it. I mean, her works are a little avant garde, but he said that he wanted to share something about himself and that he felt I would understand. I was honestly really touched by that. I wasn’t exactly surprised that Chad is into magical realism, we all know that 100 Years of Solitude is his favorite book.”
“Do we?” Ichigo echoed. “Do we all know that, Ishida?”
The camera panned to Chad standing in front of a large painting in which some plague doctors appeared to be spray-painting a flamingo. There was close to a minute of silence, punctuated by a bit of zooming in and out, before Chad rumbled “This one is my favorite.”
“For the second half of the date, Uryuu took a bit of a different tack!” Matsumoto explained.
Uryuu was back on camera again. “I mean, I tried to think of things Chad likes. I’m kinda boring, and I felt bad for making him do this. I know I went for the really obvious thing.”
The video switched to the interior of a kitten cafe. Chad was covered in kittens. There were two on his head, one on each shoulder, and at least seven cradled in his massive arms. His face was just one massive grin. It cut over to Uryuu, a single, tiny kitten cradled in the crook of his arm, sipping at a cup of tea, gazing at Chad mistily.
“Awwwww,” Rukia murmured. It was the sixth time she had watched this. It was the sixth time she had involuntarily murmured ‘awwwww’ at this part.
“I am so mad at him,” Ichigo grouched. “I thought Ishida would screw this up royally. I mean, we all knew Chad would do a good job, but look at this! How am I supposed to take Inoue on a date after this?! Why did I agree to this?!”
“Because you were high on painkillers,” Rukia pointed out for the sixth time, as, on her computer screen, Chad and Uryuu fed each other bites of pastry. “What are you all nervous about anyway? Orihime is the kindest person in existence and she thinks the world of you. Aside from accidentally stabbing her-- which, sometimes you do accidentally stab people, so try not to-- there’s really no way to mess this up. Besides, technically, didn’t she ask you out?”
Ichigo let out a big huff, which Rukia assumed was at her, and not at Hisagi’s surreptitious, long-range zoom shot of Uryuu and Chad having a very chaste good-night peck on the lips.
“Askin’ a girl out is very hard, Rukia, and I’ve got this opportunity, and I don’t wanna blow it! I know that Orihime will like anything, and that’s why it’s so hard to figure out the thing that will actually really make her happy!”
“You. She wants to go on a date with you, dude.”
“I mean, would she be impressed if I wore a suit? Or would I just look like a mortician? Maybe she’s into morticians. Should I ask my dad if I can borrow his leather jacket? I mean, it’s super cool, but it’s also my dad’s, so it comes with terrible vibes.”
“She will like whatever you are wearing because she likes you. She has sent me no less than 18 text messages on this topic.”
“And Nanao and Hisagi definitely do not know how human money works, they gave us way too much. Do you think I should take her someplace really upscale? I feel like that’s a dangerous move on my part.”
“You could honestly just walk around with her. She likes you disgustingly much.”
“Is there some ancient disgraced shinigami sealed in a cave we could… y’know… loosen the bindings on…? Orihime loves sealin’ up an undead evil.”
“Dude, you just said this was a big opportunity for you, and b) that’s what we’re doing next week so I can get out of my date.”
Ichigo snorted. “C’mon, you have it so easy. I wish I could go on a date with Renji.”
“Fine. Let’s swap then, and you can.”
“Nooooooooo, because then Orihime would like you better than me, I don’t want that! And besides, that’s not really what I meant.”
“What did you mean?” Rukia asked, her voice dropping down into Sode no Shirayuki territory.
“You guys go on dates all the time, even if you don’t call it that. Keigo was really confused when he found out you two weren’t married.”
“Keigo gets confused by vending machines. And I just take Renji to noble crap because Brother says he is ‘an acceptable escort’ and he’s really good at being tall and making growly faces at gross people who would otherwise be hitting on me.”
“You take him to noble stuff? I didn’t know you took him to noble stuff.”
“I mean, we go drinking, too, but everyone goes drinking, that’s not a date.”
“Sure, drinking in a large group is not a date.”
“It is also not a date to go drinking with just one other person. Sometimes you want to hear what the other person has to say, you know, or you just want to offload about your day with someone who understands you really well!”
“To be honest, Rukia, I was specifically referring to the time we went to karaoke and you two sang ‘The Chain’ by Fleetwood Mac together and maybe also the time we went bowling and you guys had matching shirts, but now that I have further information, I think he might actually be your boyfriend.”
“I sound exactly like Stevie Nicks when I sing!” Rukia protested. “And Brother bought us those shirts. He has one, too.” She sucked her teeth for a moment. “I’m pretty sure if he were my boyfriend, that would have required us to kiss at some point.”
“Oh.” There was a long silence at the other end of the line. “D’you want to? Kiss him, I mean.”
Rukia scratched her head, and backed up to the part where Chad was covered in kittens again. “I dunno. Do you want to kiss Orihime?”
“I kinda do, Rukia. Have you met her?”
“Fair. You should wear a suit and also sunglasses. Wear a tie, but loosen it a bunch and maybe halfway through the date, take it off and stick it in your pocket. Bring flowers. Lounge against a doorway and occasionally stare off into the middle distance before you say something. She’ll flip her shit. I promise.”
“Thanks, Rukia! You’re the best!”
“I’m not,” Rukia grumbled, squinting at the screen, trying to figure out who had initiated the Chad - Uryuu kiss.
“Renji’s pretty hot. I don’t judge you for wanting to kiss him.”
“I-- !” Rukia protested, then closed her mouth. “Thanks, Ichigo.”
“This could be a big opportunity for you, too, y’know.”
“Maybe,” Rukia agreed, and started typing “eye makeup tutorial not look like clown” into the SoulTube search bar.
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Renji frowned at the bill of damages in front of him. Apparently, Harribel was in charge of Hueco Mundo now, and she had discovered paperwork. He was supposed to confirm all of the things that he, personally, had destroyed. He didn’t think he should be charged for destroying Rudabone’s skeletons, since the guy just made more of them. Also, 73 Menos Grande seemed excessive. He wondered if Queen Harribel was trying to have one over on them.
“Lieutenant Abarai,” Captain Kuchiki intoned. “I have seen the SoulTube video.”
Renji jumped a foot in the air. “Aw, jeez, Captain, you almost gave me a heart attack!” he gasped. “The one where me and Rikichi do sweet skateboard jumps? Or the one where Hisagi sings ‘Ship to Wreck’ and I play backup on the tambourine?”
His captain glared at him. “The one where the ryouka boys go on a romantic outing."
“Oh,” Renji replied. “Captain, I know what you’re thinking.”
“Do you?” Byakuya intoned, his voice dripping with skepticism.
“And I think a cat cafe could really take off in Soul Society, it would be a great investment opportunity! You should move quick, though, while this video is still so popular.”
“What I was referring to, Abarai,” Byakuya growled, “is that you are scheduled to take my beloved sister on a similar such outing, no?”
“Oh,” Renji said again. “Yeah, I guess.”
“You guess?”
Renji hunched a little. “It’s not a big deal, sir. Hisagi’s really been blowing it all outta proportion. It’s just a cute thing for the newspaper, like the time they printed your recipe for Ambassador Seaweed taiyaki, remember that? You got dressed up in a little apron and hat and stuff and then you got all that fan mail?”
“This is not like that at all, Abarai,” Byakuya informed him. “I knew it would be thus. I shall call Lieutenant Hisagi and tell him to call this wretched exercise off immediately.”
“Uh… why, sir?” Renji asked, his eyes wide.
“You are not taking this seriously, Lieutenant. My sister is the most beautiful and charming woman in Soul Society, and I will not have her affections treated as a publicity stunt.”
“You underestimate me, sir!” Renji barked. “No one has more respect and sincere affection for your sister than me! I swear on my sword, I will show her A Real Good Time!”
Byakuya scrutinized his lieutenant. “You will select an activity that will be both surprising, yet enjoyable to her?”
“Yes, sir!”
“You will compliment her clothes and hairstyle, even if she insists on wearing those horrific Living World combat boots she owns?”
“For sure, sir!” Renji replied. He was a great fan of the combat boots.
“You will return her home by 9pm?”
“That’s a little early, sir, and also, there’s a nonlinear time gap between…”
Byakuya narrowed his eyes. Renji’s numerous Senbonzakura scars were starting to itch.
“No later than 8:45, sir.”
Byakuya nodded. “I am going to trust you on this, Lieutenant, but I shall be waiting up with ice cream and hot fudge, should you disappoint my sister.”
“I thought you didn’t like sweet things,” Renji frowned.
“I make allowances where my sister’s heart is at stake.”
“Well, I’m gonna do my best, sir, and I know her pretty well, so I don’t think you’ll need it.” It occurred to Renji that over the years, Byakuya had turned out to be a pretty decent brother, after all, but he didn’t think it would be particularly helpful to point that out. “Uh, sir?”
“Yes, Abarai?”
“You got any policies on good-night kisses?”
“If I am shown a particularly nice time, I allow myself to be kissed at the end of a date.”
Renji blinked. “I meant, uh, vis-a-vis Rukia.”
“Ah.” Byakuya contemplated this for a moment. “Obviously, your own preferences carry some weight, but my sister is quite a catch. If Rukia wishes to kiss you, I think you should let her.”
Renji nodded curtly. “Will do, sir!”
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chickabee · 3 years
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A better music post
I'll tag this one with music or sumn so it doesn't get lost in the plethora of tags I have.
The last time I tried to make a music post for my oc's everything was rushed and disorganized, but since today I'm in a writing mood, I'm going to try to make this post a lot more coherent.
I'm going to go down my playlist and pick a few songs to share (trying not to spoil my story in the process.) So, the earbuds are in and my hand's are ready.
Let's go!
Billy Joel, Vienna- Just re-added this song back to my playlist today, but when I heard it again I was like, 'oh my jeez. This song is to Dylan." Poor guy is always overworking himself as the leader of his team. Kid doesn't take the time to be a kid v_v
Stevie Wonder and Ariana Grande, Faith- Yeah... animated motion picture soundtrack music. This song is for teenage Lillian. It's her being a heart throb with Stevie wonder impressing the ladies. Lmao don't ask how she was able to be in a song with Stevie wonder. She's a well known hero so it's possible. Also, unimportant detail but I imagine her in one of those like groovy jumpsuits from Austin powers lmao. "Groovy Baby"
EARFQUAKE but only my voice, SQUALAY- I already explained that I imagine Justin singing this. The pitchiness of the main vocal is so much Justin to me lmao. In my head he's goofing off with his cousins, and they all just decided to come together to sing this one night. they were supposed to be chilling, but oh well I guess lol. It's one of those "the boys at midnight' things. Y'know... like that meme.
I feel like I should mention that Justins cousins are African American (His adopted parents Nicole and Derek are African American) so when things like this happen, it doesn't matter, everybody is just being goofy together.
Anything but Ordinary, Avril Lavigne- IS IT ENOUGH TO LOVE, IS IT ENOUGH TO BREATH Yeah, I know I had this as a song I imagined with the blues during a blues daydream, but I also imagine either young Savannah or young Lillian singing this at a karaoke (more Lillian because she's more 'randumz quirky') And they are leading a crowd in the song. Yay <3 (The ending with the back vocals is just tooooo perfect.)
Back Door, STRAY KIDS- Hey! It's Kpop. Hello, kpop. I listen to so much kpop because it's the perfect montage/dance music. This is a montage of the girls being really cool. They are badass. This is more for Jenna though. She is verr badass. Perfect song for her fighting ego.
ANY SONG, ZICO- Justin because it's his vibe when he is a teenager. More laid back. Hey, I should really listen to the lyrics of this song because I have no idea what this song is about, but in my head, I imagine Justin is working in a restaurant and he's singing about trying to impress this girl he sees there but his boss is like 'Nah back to work kiddo.' So there is a lot of silliness of him trying to impress mystery girl despite his current situation.
Only problem is it doesn't sound vocally like Tennage justin :(
Can I Have This Dance, High School Musical 3- HELLO CHILDHOOD MOVIE. oh my gosh I was so in love with high school musical and Hannah Montana as a kid lmao. Anyway, I imagine this being a song soft, teenage Lillian is singing to Lyle because Lyle wants to dance with her after finding out she is the lead in the school musical and has to kiss another guy. Lyle isn't singing the male part though because to him well, 'singing is gay.' I dunno. It's too feminine to him. It's like dude, you're out here doing an entire waltz in the summer rain with a chick. How straight do things need to get.
How's it Going to Be, Third Eye Blind- This is not canon to my story at all. In the past weeks, I have been daydreaming a lot about Loomer AKA the ship that can never happen. I'll explain this in another post but that part where 'I wanna get myself back in again' is when Lillian and Boomer kiss.
i Just-
🏃‍♀️💨 sORRY
Permission to Dance, BTS- I don't care how mainstream this song is, this is perfect music for the people of Turmoil to put together video clips of their heroes being wholesome and saying thank you collectively. It will play on every Billboard and Television. The world will know how much Turmoil appreciates its heroes.
Everybody Dies, Billie Eilish- Is this spoiling? Teenage Bella and Jenna get your sad asses outta here.
Industry Baby, Lil Nas X and Jack Harlow- Bella. Bella. Bella. Bella. BELLA-
Everybody Loves Me, One Republic- This song is dedicated to Justin, Manny, and Collin. I imagine it as an animation meme so it's very colorful and artistic (?). But yes Turmoil loves their skater boy, Sweetie pie and Goofball nerd.
DO or NOT, PENTAGON- Yay! More kpop! But I made a bit of an animatic on my youtube that uses this song >https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vki0koOR8Y4 IT'S AN AU. And yes that is Lillian and Dylan. I will talk about the AU I was working on one day, but it was extremely bubbly and magical. Magical school girl shenanigans yee haw.
***SKIPPING RAPIDSONGS EDITS/REMIXES I MAY OR MAY NOT COME BACK LATER TO EXPLAIN***
AFTER SCHOOL, WEEKLY- Okay. I love this song. It's so happy and bouncy so naturally, I would imagine a montage of the girls getting into adventurous mischief together that's cut way too perfectly in beat to the music. It sort of play's like a sitcom intro that's running too long in my head lol.
Shake it Off Mariah Carey- "I GOTTA CHICKEN ROOOOLL". My mom likes to remind my siblings and I that when we were younger we used to sing 'I gotta chicken roll' so one day I was listening to the song and I was like 'man it would be hilarious if the team sung this for fun as a group.' So yeah. It's Lillian leading the group as they sing Shake it off and man Lillian know's how to hit those high notes, she should invest in that.
But I imagine this scene with them being 12, the only people who aren't really all that invested are obviously Jenna and Dylan, but then a part of my brain was like 'EFF THAT. THIS IS A FAMILY THING, AND YOU'RE GONNA PARTICIPATE DAMMIT.' So Dylan is also goofy on a good day and Jenna...
she a tough cookie just give her time guys.
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So there, 15 songs from my playlist. That was a lot easier than the other post I made :D
Hey, y'know you're really blessed when you can take a day off of work to do stuff like this. In actuality, my mom just came home from the hospital and I was not able to sleep at all before going off to work. Obviously I don't mind. But money is money o-o
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caps-lockdown · 5 years
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Sweet on You Part 4
Hey everyone I just want to say thank you SO much for all of the love for the past few parts. We are nearing the end of this fluffy piece and I’m so happy everyone has liked it so far!
I own no characters but the MC I created. Also no beta so the errors are all mine!
Words: 3,064 
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Rating: PG 13 
Summary: Part 4 of my story where everyone has some well hidden secrets. Also a bet.
Warnings: Language and Alcohol consumption. Also some mentions of sexual situations. Otherwise fluff and some tension.
Part 4: Birthday Cake Confessions.
“Another round of shots!”
Sam called as you, Bucky, Nat and Tony all gathered around the bar an hour later, the dancing and alcohol warming your bodies as they celebrated your birthday. You had no idea what you had done to deserve these amazing people but you weren’t letting them go. They were going to be stuck with you.
“Yea! Shots and then cake! And then more shots!” Bucky added, causing a giggle to escape you as you threw back your shot glass. The tequila burned down your throat and you quickly reached for a lime wedge, Nat following suit.
“Where’s Thor and Steve?” Pepper asked, watching everyone and drinking from her water glass.
“Went to get more of Thor’s booze I’d wager.” Bucky stated, smiling at you.
“Well I want cake!” Sam made a point to stamp his foot down on the floor like a five year old and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Bucky only rolled his eyes in response.
“It’s not your birthday sweetheart. On that day you get to decided what to do, okay?” Bucky’s patronizing tone had all of you laughing while the bartender handed you another drink. Bucky patted Sam’s cheek for effect and turned his attention back to you. They were like an old married couple sometimes.
“We have returned!” Thor exclaimed as he, Bruce, and Steve returned to the exhibit room, each holding a glass and smiling at you as they rejoined your party.
“Ladies you don’t need to all go to the bathroom together.” Sam chided and you sputtered into your glass at the joke.
“You’re just mad you weren’t invited.” Bruce shot back and Sam put a hand on his chest.
“Please. Going to the bathroom with a literal god, giant green dude and a super soldier? I’m perfectly capable of feeling sexually threatened all by myself thanks.”
“Can we please have cake now that everyone is back? Sam is getting grouchy.” You asked, everyone agreeing with both statements and you made your way towards the cake. It was a beautiful four tiered cake in your favorite color, stunning sugar flowers adorning it. Simple, but perfect.
Of course there were two giant gold candles in the shape of a three and a zero, but you were pretending not to see them. That dream died the minute Tony lit them, laughing at your blank expression.
“Please don’t sing again, I don’t think my ears can take another helping of that.” You tried, Bucky shaking his head at you and holding up his fingers in a countdown.
“One…two…three. HAPPY BIIIIIRRRTHDAAAY TOOO YOOOU.”
You rolled your eyes although you kept smiling as the team, along with everyone else started singing to you. You didn’t have a pillow this time but it actually didn’t sound that bad for the second time. You guessed it was probably all the extra singers helping drown out Tony’s terrible wailing, Pepper laughing at him as he over exaggerated his voice and hand movements. You shook your head. What a dork.
“And many more…”
“Man I just had major déjà vu.” Your statement had everyone chuckling. You took in a breath and went to blow out your candles, their cheers erupting once you had successfully extinguished them.
“What did you wish for?” Pepper asked while the servers began cutting cake and handing it out to guests. You rejoined your group and looked pointedly at Wanda, more than aware she had read your mind. She pretended to zip her mouth shut and you just smiled at Pepper.
“If I tell it to you it won’t come true.”
“But we all know Steve would gladly let you jump him if you just asked. “
You were quick to slap Bucky hard upside the head, eyes darting around to make sure the Captain in question wasn’t around to hear him. That would have been absolutely mortifying.
“Steve couldn’t and most importantly does not feel that way. Now cool it.”
“How about a wager then?” Bucky waggled his eyebrows at you and in response you tilted your head to the side.
“Such as?”
“If and when I can get good ol’ Stevie to confess his feelings to you, the minute it happens you have to tell this whole party that I am the best at everything and everyone should worship me like the god I am.” You scoffed as he placed his hand out.
“And WHEN he doesn’t, you have to announce to the whole party that you are the world’s biggest idiot who needs to learn to keep his nose out of other people’s affairs. You have until one am. ”
“Deal.” You shook hands and quickly adverted your gaze when Steve came to stand next to you, handing you a plate with a piece of cake.
“Vanilla my favorite! Thanks for remembering Steve.”
“Don’t mention it Doll.”
You smiled at him before digging into your cake, giving a soft moan as you stuffed your face with the heavenly confection. It was probably the best cake you had ever eaten. It wasn’t dry, and it felt lighter than air on your tongue.
“I still think yours is the best.” Tony conceded, the rest of the team agreeing and making you blush.
“You guys are too good to me. I don’t know how to thank you enough for being in my life. Truly.”
“You can start by playing paranoia with us!” Sam piped up, coming into view with Bruce, both of them holding trays of shots and drinks. You groaned but nodded.
“I guess I don’t have a choice do I? Who’s all in?”
“We’re game!” Wanda motioned for her and Nat, Thor holding up his finger as he continued to eat cake. Tony nodded while Pepper shook her head, kissing her husband before walking away to find other things to do. Bucky made you nervous as he rubbed his hands together. Shit this could not be good.
“Well if it’s what the birthday girl wants. Shall we find somewhere comfortable?” Steve agreed, making you blush as he offered you an arm.
Taking it, you allowed him to lead you to an area where large round tables were set up. You took a seat as Nat and Wanda took the seats at your sides, forcing the men to shuffle around each other and squabbling about who got to sit where. Bruce and Sam placed the trays of drinks and shots down, passing them out to everyone so that you each had three shots in front of you.
“Alright everyone it’s an easy enough game, so I’m only going to explain it once.” Sam clapped his hands as you all stared at him. You were beginning to think this was not such a good idea after all.
“When it’s your turn, you get to pick one person on either side of you and ask them a question. But you only get to whisper it to them. For example, I might ask Bruce here who he thinks has the prettiest eyes, but you all won’t know that. Now Bruce knows the question, but can only give the answer out loud to all of us. Next we flip a coin, and if it’s heads he doesn’t have to say what the question was. However if it’s tails he has to say the question out loud, not just the answer. Your chicken shit shots are there to take if you don’t want to say what the question was. But you only get three, after that you’re out of the game. Make sense?”
“And we can ask anything?” Wanda asked, earning a nod from Sam.
“Yep. The weirder the better. Just try to limit it to those here in the group. Being the fact it’s Y/N birthday, she gets to go first.”
“Ooh. Ok. “Clearing your throat and thinking about your question you leaned in to speak into Nat’s ear, cupping your hand around your mouth.
“Out of everyone in the group who have you had a wet dream about?” Her eyes widened as you leaned back, a large smile on your face.
She glared at you before looking down at the table. “Bucky.”
You flipped the coin and it landed on heads, Nat letting out a sigh in relief before taking a moment to think about her question. She leaned to her left and whispered into Sam’s ear, his laughter ringing out and causing the table to jump.
“Aww hell Nat. You know I’d pick Y/N.” You choked on your drink as his coin landed on tails. He just smiled brightly at you.
“The question was who I would ask to help bury a body. Y/N you have everyone’s back in here, no questions asked. You’re also quiet and know how to keep a secret. That was a no brainer.” You laughed and shook your head, the game moving along the circle.
“Thor.” Bruce said with a stoic expression, smiling when it landed on heads.
“Wanda and Y/N.” Bucky continued to shake his head as he downed a shot, the two of you in question looking to each other.  Guess you would never know.
You found out Thor would trade bodies with Steve for a day if he could.
“What? He’s in fantastic shape, look at his arms!” Thor motioned to him, Steve rolling his eyes and bringing up an arm to flex. Sam and Bucky made girlish noises and pretended to swoon as Bruce pretended to fan himself.
“You lot are ridiculous.” Steve winked at your comment while you drank from your glass. They weren’t wrong. But they were ridiculous.
“Nat” Steve answered his question sheepishly, smiling wide when getting to remain silent.
Later on about forty five minutes into the game you looked at all the competition left. Tony, Wanda, and Bruce were all out and just watching, having taken all of their chicken shots to evade questions. So were Sam and Thor.  Nat and Steve each only had one shot left. You and Bucky all still had two shots a piece.
Everyone had decided to switch seats around so you were all sitting next to someone new. It also helped weed out the non players who took to sitting around the outside of the table. You were already regretting sitting between Sam and Bucky. Nat took her seat next to Sam on your left putting Steve on Bucky’s right, finishing the table.
“Alright Stevie,” Bucky clapped his friend on his shoulder, motioning him in closer to him as he whispered his question. Steve quickly shot back in his chair and repeatedly shook his head.
“Come on you gotta answer. Those are the rules, right Sammy?”
“Don’t call me that man.” Sam grimaced and you giggled, Steve looking considerably more and more uncomfortable at his predicament.
“It’s ok Steve it can’t be that bad.” Nat tried reassuring him who only shot her an icy look.
“Shit maybe it is then. Sorry.”
Steve looked up to the ceiling for a few moments, gaining his composure and setting his jaw into a poker face of sorts. Leaning forward into his chair he locked eyes with you before sighing.
“Y/N.”
“Alright time for the coin of truth!” Thor announced, Bucky flipping it into the air.
The world seemed to stop as you and Steve continued to look at each other, his eyes boring into yours as you waited to hear the result. He looked like a mixture of angry and…hurt? Like something was eating away at him.
“Tails! Fess up buddy!” Sam pointed his finger at Steve, who didn’t break your staring contest. You stopped breathing when he went to open his mouth, anticipation killing you to know what the question was.
Instead he remained silent, his gaze turning into a pained expression as he brought his last shot up to his lips and downed it. Everyone but you groaned in exasperation as he stood up from the table and left, your eyes lingering on his back until he vanished from view.
“Awh Hell now I don’t want to even play anymore.” Sam whined, Nat nodding and Bucky looking at you with a sly grin.
“Perhaps we shall get back to the merriment? It is Y/N’s birthday after all!” Thor exclaimed, the rest of your friends cheering before downing the rest of their shots and standing up to rejoin the party.
“You coming?” Nat asked as she reached a hand out to you, which you took to stand up.
“No thanks. I’m gonna go find Rogers. He didn’t look alright just now and I’m worried.”
Downing your two shots back to back you squared your shoulders and headed into the sea of people looking for Steve. Thankfully some of the guests had left the party after cake, so there weren’t as many to stop you along the way.
It didn’t take you long to find out from a server that he got a drink and had began to wander about the museum. Thanking the woman you grabbed two fresh drinks and headed out of the exhibit, making sure to tell Tony on your way out. You had a feeling you knew exactly where he had gone.
You found him shortly after rounding a corner in the Avenger’s exhibit, smiling to yourself as he stared at his first suit. His back was to you but he knew someone had been coming up behind him because he stiffened as you neared him. Your eyes wandered down to the now empty glass on the floor as you made your way closer to him. You said nothing as you stood next to him, looking up at his suit in quiet admiration. What a long journey he had gone through.
“I’m sorry I took off like that. It was rude.” His voice was hoarse and you offered a small smile.
“Don’t apologize Steve. Thirsty?” You offered him the other glass you had brought, Steve chucking as his fingers grazed yours to take the drink.
“Thanks. You know me pretty well don’t you?”
“Not as well as I’d like to.” You muttered before taking a sip of your own drink, Steve raising an eyebrow.
“What was that?”
“Nothing. You want to walk around with me?” You quickly deflected, staring up at him.
“I’d be honored sweetheart.” You smiled, heart melting as you took his arm and began to stroll around the pretty much empty museum. You talked about random things. Steve made you laugh with stories from the past, before he was Captain America. You both talked about how Pepper was driving everyone crazy. You agreed you wanted them to have a girl.  
“You and Bucky go way back huh?” You questioned while you both gazed up at the T-Rex.
“Yea. He was there for me when no one else was growing up. He may be a pain in the ass, but for a long time he was all I had. I’m still stuck with the bastard.”
“Language Captain, geesh.” You joked, lightly pushing him as he laughed.
“Peggy would have loved you I think.” His comment made your blood run cold, your laughter stopping as you tried to regain your composure.
“Oh. The way you talk about her she must have been pretty incredible.”
You began to fumble with your necklace, the conversation going to a place you didn’t like. Since your feelings for Steve had developed you always found yourself feeling a tinge a jealousy whenever he brought her up. That usually got you to either leave the room or change the subject. You knew it wasn’t right to feel that way, and you knew she was gone from his life and wasn’t coming back. But still you sometimes compared yourself to her and knew that in the end you couldn’t possibly be someone he would want.
“She was. I never thought anyone could make me feel the way she did, that is until recently.” He turned to look at you, blue eyes focused so hard as if he was looking at you for the first time. You tilted your head to the side, trying to understand what he was saying.
“Steve?”
“Do you ever wonder how much we miss out on because we never take our shot? I mean our whole lives we’re told that we have to seize the day but the more comfortable we become with our lives the less we chase after what we want. It’s like we fear change so much we’re willing to stay miserable.”
“Fear is the enemy of progress.” You stated, not noticing how he was moving closer to you.
“But I’m no coward Y/N. And I’m tired of acting like one.”
Startled at how close he had gotten since he began talking to you, your eyes shot to his blue ones in panic. In one swift movement his arm darted out to wrap around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. Your heart was racing as he carefully brought his hand up to brush his fingers against your cheek, so gentle as if he was afraid he would break you.
Instinctively you found yourself leaning into his touch, your face inching closer to his. His hand slid to sit against the back of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat and you let your eyes begin to flutter shut; your lips hovering over one another’s. You were hoping and pleading this wasn’t another one of your dreams.
“Steve I…”
His lips were on yours before you could finish your statement, a wistful sigh leaving your mouth as you pulled him closer. Steve’s grasp tightened around your waist as he kissed you tenderly, pushing all of his emotions into it. You returned the kiss and let your hands fall to his broad shoulders, seeing stars on the other side of your eyelids. This was the most perfect moment of your life thus far.
You deepened the kiss and heard him groan when you took his bottom lip between your teeth. The electricity between you continued to spark as your mouths got bolder with one another’s. Tongues and lips clashed as you stood engulfed in his embrace, his one hand burying into your hair. He was kissing you as if he was starving and you were the only thing that would satisfy him. You didn’t mind one bit.
Too bad it was cut short by a bunch of vulgar shouting and cheering.
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You’re at a party and the only person you know is Stevie
“I think you’re at the wrong party, 85 and a half”
Tagging→ @yesyesyoumae @streetsmartstevie
Location→ a really weird house party somewhere in NewYork City
Date→ August 25, 2018
Summary→ Based on the Meme Monday prompt Mae received:“You’re at a party and the only person you know is Stevie.”
STEVIE
Stevie wasn’t sure why she was at this party to beginwith. Most of her nights were pretty lowkey, just in case she had to run someearly deliveries. It was nice that she didn’t ever have to worry about workingearly shifts at the shop, but closing up was usually exhausting. Taking a sipfrom her cup, Stevie glanced around the party. A courier friend of hers hadinvited her to this, but she couldn’t find him anywhere. Which was fine by her,she was happy to drink their free booze and listen to their crap music.
MAE
Mae had always been the social butterfly. Sure, shestill had introverted qualities, but for the most part she didn’t mind beingaround people. Mae wasn’t sure whose party this was, or why she was here tobegin with, but a coworker from Gymboree had practically begged her to come tothis party and Mae couldn’t say no. However, she couldn’t find her coworkeranywhere and Mae didn’t know anyone at the party. For someone who begged Mae tocome for the sake of company, she surely lacked it. Mae walked around with adrink in hand, hoping to run into at least one familiar face.Mae suddenly caught sight of pink streaks and a grumpy face she knew well. Maesmiled. While Stevie wasn’t exactly her top choice to hang with, it’d have todo. Besides, they were getting somewhere and Mae was hoping to get Stevie tolike her. Because Mae wanted everyone to like her because why shouldn’t they? Maewaved at Stevie and felt her cheeks turn red when Stevie didn’t wave back. Thegirl hasn’t seen her, but that still didn’t make Mae feel any better knowingsome people caught Mae in this embarrassing act. “Should I leave? I should leave.What if this gets even more embarrassing? People won’t stop staring—shit.” Mae thoughtto herself, smiling tightly at the people around her as she stood around,unsure of what to do as she slowly made her way over to Stevie. “Hi!” Maesmiled. “Funny running into you here! I think you’re at the wrong party, 85 anda half.” Mae joked, chuckling at her lame joke.
STEVIE
Stevie was absorbed in her phone, thumbing throughInstagram as she reluctantly bobbed her head to the beat of the music. Okay,maybe the music wasn’t that bad. But, if they played some annoying pop song,she was outta there. Taking a sip from her cup, she continued to check out thevarious tattoos that some of her idols had done. Squinting at one of thepictures, she zoomed in to get a good look at the back piece one of them haddone. Damn, that was cool. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to get a back piecedone just yet, but this was giving her some ideas. When Stevie heard someonesay hello to her, she glanced up, startled. Her expression of surprise quickly turnedinto bored irritation as she realized that it was Mae, cheerful as always.“Hey, Gymboree. Isn’t it a bit past your bedtime?” She asked, takinganother drink from the red cup in her left hand.
MAE
Mae laughed at Stevie’s response and hummed. “Funny.”Mae nodded. “I’m actually 21 and perfectly of age to be here. Mentally I mightbe seven and three quarters.” Mae said, slyly trying to take a seat next toStevie but quickly realizing she was going to fail in being any kinds of coolwhen she nearly forward after some random guy pushed past her. Mae blushed asshe quickly took a seat next to Stevie and chuckled awkwardly. “You didn’t seethat.” Mae mumbled. “So,” she turned to Stevie. “You don’t seem like the partytype, what brings you here? Could’ve sworn it’s bingo night at the retirementhome.” Mae smiled cheekily.
STEVIE
Twenty-one? Stevie choked on her drink– what? Mae wasolder than her? It wasn’t by much, but still. “You’re 21? You’re beingserious, right?” Stevie asked. Maybe she was joking. She just didn’t seemlike she was older. Watching as some dude bumped into Mae, Stevie glared athim, “Watch it, asshole!” She called after him, but he wandered off,probably too gone to hear her. Which was just sad, the party hadn’t even beengoing for that long. “Nah, I saw it.” She said while Mae settled intothe chair beside her. Raising an eyebrow at her question, Stevie shrugged.“I like parties. I like alcohol and parties have that.” She saidbefore continuing, “But, I’m here cuz one of the other bike couriersinvited me. He’s cool and I actually like hanging out with him. Problem is, hedipped the second we got here cuz the girl he’s got a thing for is here.”Stevie said, choosing to ignore the retirement home jab. “What aboutyou?” Stevie asked over the rim of her cup.
MAE
Mae hummed and nodded. “Yup! Wanna see my ID?” Maeasked excitedly as she reached into her jacket for her wallet. “My abuela saysI have the baby face going. When I’m not wearing make-up I look like a 15 yearold, it’s nice.” Mae shrugged. Mae shook her head. “It’s okay. He probablydidn’t see. I’m tiny, so I’m hard to find.” Mae joked with a laugh as sheturned her body and listened to Stevie talking, taking a sip of her drink andhumming. “A coworker of mine from Gymboree begged me to come to keep hercompany but I don’t know if she ever showed up or she didn’t need me at theend. “Mae shrugged. “I know she came here for a guy she’s into—might’ve beenyour guy.” Mae chuckled. “That would be so cute. Kindaromantic, if ya ask me.” Mae shrugged, sitting cross legged on the chair. Maechewed on her lip for a few seconds before humming. “I like your shirt. It’scute.” Mae smiled softly.
STEVIE
Stevie shook her head, “I believe you, I guess.You don’t need to prove it to me.” She said, waving away Mae. Laughing ather comment, Stevie nodded, “I can actually relate to that one, Gymboree.I pretty much have to wear make up all the time or people don’t take meseriously. And hey, if you’re tiny, what the hell am I? You’re not that muchshorter then me.” She said, a bit peeved. She’d always been one of theshortest people around and it kinda sucked sometimes. Mostly because she had todeal with people thinking she was weak and stuff, just because she was a shortgirl. Listening to Mae’s story, Stevie let out a snort. “That’s somethingout of a rom com. That stuff doesn’t happen in real life. And, knowing myfriend, he’s just looking for a hook up.” She said. At Mae’s compliment,Stevie glanced down at her plain black t-shirt. “Uh… thanks. Walmartspecial.” She said, with a wry grin.
MAE
Mae stuck out her tongue playfully and laughed. “Whatabout you? 21 too? Or are you feeling 22?” Mae joked, singing the “22” likeTaylor Swift’s catchy tune. Mae shrugged. “Point is you’re taller and see theworld from a taller place than me.” Mae chuckled. “I like the name a lot, bythe way—Gymboree.” Mae smiled softly. Mae pouted. “Hey, you never know! I liketo think that life can be like a cheesy rom-com if we try hard enough!” Maedefended. “You can find love too even at 85 and a half.” Mae teased with asmirk. Mae blushed at Stevie’s response to her compliment and chuckled.“Walmart has so many deals, huh? I’m more of a Target girl myself.” Maemumbled. Mae felt a little intimidated by Stevie. Stevie was definitelyinfinitely cooler than her and Mae was just…Mae. “It’s still a cute shirt.”Mae said softly.
STEVIE
Stevie shook her head, “Nope, not saying.”She said, not willing to admit that she was younger than her. At least she hadthe advantage of being, what.. half an inch taller? What a privilege. Watchingthe people around them, Stevie snorted as she watched some guy get totallyblown off by a girl. He was shooting way out of his league, what did he expect?Glancing over at Mae, she frowned. “Well, guess I’ve gotta come up with adifferent name. What’s the point of a scathing nickname if you like it.”She said. Stevie leaned back in her chair, folding one leg over the other asshe relaxed. “Nah, I’m good. I’m just,” She paused, sniffing fordramatic effect, “not the same ever since The War.” Stevie laughed.Stevie watched the way Mae mumbled– she was pretty clearly embarrassed. Didthat make Stevie feel bad? No. Okay, well, maybe just a little. “Thanks.Your shirt is pretty cool too.” Stevie said, gesturing to Mae’s top.“It, uh, looks nice on you.”
MAE
Mae pouted. “Why not? Share! I won’t judge.” Maeassured with a smile. Mae shook her head. “No, we’re keeping it! Gymboree istoo great to get rid of.” Mae told her. It matched my identity completely.” Maenodded. “It’s here to stay.” Mae watched Stevie before bursting into a fit ofgiggles at Stevie’s response. Mae laughed way more than she should’ve, but itwas just too funny. “Speaking of the war was Captain Crunch your general orsomething? I always imagine Captain Crunch in this scenario.” Mae said with agrin. Some things Mae said sometimes made absolutely zero sense, but that wasMae in a nutshell: she made no sense. Mae blushed at the compliment, lookingdown at her top. “I like crop tops during the summer.” Mae hummed as she lookedaround and scrunched up her nose at a group of guys being obnoxious androughhousing with one another. This was definitely not Mae’s scene. Mae lookedover at Stevie. “I looked around the house already and they have an old, smallplayground in the backyard. That’s the coolest part of the house, honestly.”Mae told Stevie. “Wanna see?” She asked excitedly.
STEVIE
“Nah, I’m good. You’re just going to have to livewith the mystery.” Stevie replied easily. Mae’s banter, while a bit hardto follow, was funny at the very least. A small smile quirked against her lipsas Mae erupted into laughter. It wasn’t that funny, but at least Mae thought itwas. “Nope, he was in charge of the other division. I served under CaptainKangaroo. War was hell, but at least we were hoppy.” Stevie joked, amusedby the dumb pun. Stevie nodded– she hadn’t been lying that Mae looked good inthe shirt. She looked really good. Looking away, she finished off the last ofher drink and set the cup down on the empty chair to her other side.“They’ve got a playground here? That’s weird.” Stevie said, butshrugged. Standing up, she dusted off her jeans and nodded. “Let me get adrink first, but yeah. I’m down.”
MAE
Mae frowned. “That’s the worst thing I’ve ever beentold in my entire life.” Mae said dramatically, looking down and realizing shewas sitting cross legged while wearing a skirt and blushed as she stretched outher legs. “Whoops.” Mae laughed, shaking her head. Mae continued giggling atStevie’s ongoing joke and hummed. “Hoppy.” Mae giggled again. “You’re funny.”She told Stevie. “What about the division? I hope you had a good one. Who wasyour right hand person?” Mae asked, tilting her head with an amused smile. “Ihope you had Donald Duck in it. He matches you.” She teased. “Plus he wears asailor outfit so he had to be part of the war effort.” Mae pointed out. Maenodded. “It’s a weird house. They got a room of cabbage patch dolls too. Kindacreepy.” Mae scrunched up her nose before grinning when Stevie agreed andnodded. “I need a drink too.” Mae said softly as she stood up and fixed herskirt. Due to her large assets Mae usually had to fix her skirt since it rodeup so easily.
STEVIE
Taking a look down at Mae, Stevie quickly averted hereyes, suddenly very aware of Mae’s legs. She’d been raised not to stare atpeople, particularly when there was that much skin showing. She gesturedtowards the kitchen and continued speaking as they threaded their way throughthe other people who were in various stages of drunkenness. “I served onthe front line with Rin Tin Tin. Great guy, excellent nose.” She noddedseriously as she examined the bottles set out on the counter. Looking up, shenoticed a few girls bickering loudly in the hallway– that was going to endpoorly, she knew it. Nope, she didn’t want to have to make a return trip here.“Why do you say I’m like Donald Duck? I don’t have a speech impediment.”She said while she mulled over whether or not she should be polite or anasshole. Eh, she’d been polite enough. Grabbing the half full bottle of honeywhiskey and some cups, Stevie waited for Mae to fix herself a drink before shetilted her head towards the door to the backyard. “Cabbage patch kids?What the fuck even is this party?” She asked, confused. “This placeis weird as hell. I really wouldn’t be surprised if we were in some weirdalternate dimension or something.”
MAE
Mae followed Stevie, pushing her way through severaldrunken individuals. After a particular push, Mae reached out and clutched ontoStevie’s hand as they reached the kitchen. “Sorry.” Mae blushed. “I was beingcrowded.” Mae chuckled, still not having let go of Stevie’s hand beforereleasing it suddenly and blushing as she rubbed the back of her neck. Maehummed. “I bet he received plenty of medals and treats.” Mae smiled as shechuckled. “He’s grumpy like you. Always ready to argue and fight. It’s whatmade you a great soldier, Stevie.” Mae teased as she fixed herself a quickvodka mixed with lemonade—she worked with what she had. Mae followed Stevie outto the backyard, letting out a sigh of relief when the environment grewsignificantly quieter. Mae took a sip of her drink as she walked over to thesmall swing set and sat down on the tiny slide. “It’s a party I’m never comingback to.” Mae joked with a laugh.
STEVIE
Stevie was startled when Mae grabbed her hand andresisted the urge to pull away from the other girl. She didn’t really likepeople holding onto her, particularly when she didn’t know them. Luckily, Maelet go on her own. “It’s fine.” Stevie said with an indifferentshrug. The party was weird and crazy, so she couldn’t blame Mae for not wantingto get lost. “I’m not always ready to–” Realizing that she was doingjust what Mae was saying, she shut her mouth, fuming a little bit at beingplayed. She wasn’t that argumentative. She just liked playing devil’s advocate topeople’s dumb ideas. “I’m not grumpy.” Stevie amended her statementbefore taking a sip of honey whiskey straight from the bottle. “Yeah, I’mright there with you.” Stevie said as she tentatively tested the swingbefore sitting down. “How the hell did our friends even hear about thisplace?”
MAE
Mae smirked and took a sip of her drink when she sawStevie make her point. Mae shrugged. “I have no idea. I don’t go to a lot ofparties, honestly. But this only makes me want to go to them less.” Maechuckled as she took another sip of her drink. “Maybe our friends might besoulmates if they like these kind of weird parties.” Mae smiled. “Guess this isa rom-com after all, huh?” She smirked, tilting her head. Mae stared at Steviefor a few moments, taking in the girl in front of her. Stevie was definitely abeautiful girl, no doubt. Mae’s stare lingered longer than it should’ve and Maeblushed as she looked away and shifted her attention to the loose threadhanging on her skirt. “I saw a little of your tattoo on your shoulder.” Maenodded to Stevie’s shoulder. “What is it?” She asked, her eyes shifting back toStevie.
STEVIE
Stevie was a bit surprised by Mae’s answer– Maeseemed like the type who would like parties. Who knew. “Really? Why’sthat? Don’t like dancing and people getting all rowdy?” She asked, a wrysmile on her face as she took another pull from the bottle, enjoying thepleasant feeling of the alcohol that washed over her. “Nope, they’re notsoul mates and this is not a rom com.” She shook her head. Just thethought of it made her want to laugh. That sorta shit didn’t happen in reallife. And even if it did, it was stuff that happened to other people. At Mae’scomment, Stevie frowned and looked over at her. “It’s a couple of roses.No color, just black and white with shading.”
MAE
Mae shook her head. “No, I love dancing. It’sthe only reason I’ll even agree to go to a party.” Mae smiled. “But it’s onlyfun when I’m with people I know. Plus, I can think of so many other things todo than partying.” Mae nodded. Mae shrugged. “You never know. Sometimes the mostunexpected people wind up being your soulmates.” Mae told her. Mae wasdefinitely a hopeless romantic and firmly believed that somewhere out there wasthe love of her life just waiting for her to come and shake up her world. Maeleaned closer. “Can I see?” Mae asked with a soft smile.
STEVIE
Stevie nodded. That much made sense. Mae wasdefinitely the upbeat type so go figure that she enjoyed dancing. “Fairenough. What other things are better options than going to a party?”Stevie asked. She could already come up with a few ideas on her own; sitting athome playing video games, teasing the cat, going to a dive bar or a pool hall,exploring the city at night. Fun stuff like that. “Gross. You actuallybelieve in that kinda soulmate stuff?” She said, crinkling her nose at thethought of it. Soulmates were for people too interested in the idea of being inlove. Blinking in surprise at Mae’s request, Stevie shrugged. Because of it’ssize, there was no real easy way to tug down the collar of her shirt, so shesettled for pulling her t-shirt over her head. Twisting a bit so Mae could seeit, Stevie spoke up, “It took about four and a half hours for my friend todo.”
MAE
Mae hummed as she took a sip of her drink and thoughtfor a few moments. “Writing a song or two, playing with Duck, going outdancing, used bookstores, and the beach is definitely the best one. I love thebeach.” Mae smiled as she chuckled when Stevie scrunched up her nose. “Well yougotta believe in something, and I rather believe in something beautiful.” Maeshrugged. “I take it you’re not a believer of that kinda stuff?” Mae asked.Mae’s eyes widened when Stevie took off her t shirt and felt her cheeks heatup. “O-oh. Cool.” Mae laughed awkwardly, trying hard not to stare as much asshe wanted to. Mae cleared her throat as she stood up to get a better look atit. “I like it.” Mae said softly. Mae stayed quiet for a few seconds. “I likeroses.” Mae hummed. “Can I… touch it?” Mae asked, blushing at the request.Mae didn’t mean anything by it, but she was just curious about what it felt totouch a tattoo.
STEVIE
“Bookstores, huh? Wouldn’t have pegged you as abookworm.” Stevie said. She didn’t particularly like books much herself.After struggling through high school, she only associated reading with schooland that was something she just didn’t want to subject herself to.“Nope.” She replied, popping the P for emphasis. Believing in stufflike that was dangerous; it only set you up for disappointment in the future.Nodding at Mae’s comment, Stevie spoke up, “Yeah. I like flowers. Naturein general, but flowers are pretty.” She said. Glancing back at Mae,Stevie let out a long suffering sigh. “Sure, why not.”
MAE
“I’m all sorts of intellectual.” Mae winked beforegiggling. “My abuela was always short on money so she took me to the library asa way to make me feel like I was getting something so it just kinda stuck.” Maeshrugged. Mae pouted. “I’ll believe for you.” Mae told her. “I have enoughfaith for the both of us.” Mae smiled. Mae nodded. “Flowers are gorgeous.” Maeagreed. “I don’t know if I’m the nature type, though. I grew up in New York mywhole life. Not a lot of room for experiencing nature.” Mae chuckled. Maechewed on her lip. “Okay, grumpy.” Mae teased before tracing the outer part ofthe tattoo with her finger. “It’s beautiful. I’ve always wanted to get atattoo.” Mae mumbled. “Something pretty like this.”
STEVIE
“Uh huh. I don’t doubt that.” Listening toMae talk about her grandma taking her to the library, Stevie could relate.Money had always been short in the Evans household, so they had to make theirown entertainment. But, instead of books, Stevie had always preferred runningaround outside, getting into trouble. Just doing something.“Whatever.” Stevie said dismissively. She didn’t really need Mae’sbelief and neither did the world. Life wasn’t some kind of fairytale andbelieving that it was wouldn’t change anything. “Makes sense. I’m fromNashville and there was a lot of country around us.” She said. Squirmingat Mae’s touch, Stevie shifted away and pulled her shirt back on. “Ohyeah? What would you want to get?” She asked, always interested in hearingwhat people wanted to get
MAE
Mae nodded. “I don’t read as much as I use to. I reada bunch of picture books, though.” Mae chuckled. “I’m practically an expert.”Mae flipped her hair before laughing. Mae looked over at Stevie. “Who hurtyou?” Mae asked with a teasing smile. “Don’t be such a downer.” Mae moved herhand away and blushed when Stevie shifted away. Mae settled back down on theslide and thought for a seconds. “Okay, well, I’m Cuban. I grew up with myCuban grandmother and so that’s all I know. There’s a flower in Cuba that wecall ‘mariposa.’ It means butterfly. It’s the national flower and I’d get it asan homage to my grandma and where I come from. I’d get it somewhere like myribs if I was brave.” Mae shared with a soft smile.
STEVIE
“Of course you do.” Stevie laughed, shakingher head. Kids. Gross. Mae must be some kind of saint or a psycho if she couldactually handle being around sticky little toddlers all the time. Stevie barelyliked teenagers and she’d only recently grown out of being one. “I’m not adowner. I’m a realist.” She said as she cuffed the sleeves of her t-shirtso they lay tight against her biceps. She needed to do more arm workouts if shewanted to get that sleeve any time soon… Nodding, Stevie replied, “Iknow what a mariposa is. A dude at the shop I work out, he draws those a lot.But uh… hope you know what you’re getting into. If you’re a tattoo virgin,the ribs is a ballsy place to get tattooed for the first time.” She said,grimacing a bit. She’d seen plenty of people bitch out because of the pain.
MAE
Mae nodded. “And absolutely no one can compete with myrendition of ‘twinkle twinkle little star.’” Mae giggled. “Oh and don’t eventry to attempt to sing ‘itsy bitsy spider,’ I have the lyrics and handchoreography down to a ‘T’.” Mae shared with a proud smile. Mae loved beingaround kids. They were easier to be around than people her age. All they wantedwere simple things in life. As you got older, things weren’t as simple anymoreand adults demanded much out of each other. Mae took a sip of her drink. “Ithink love is a realistic concept. Even living some cheesy rom-com scenes inreal life. You just have to find the right person.” Mae argued. Mae flinched atthe thought of getting the tattoo on her ribs. “I know. That’s why I said if Iwas brave.” Mae chuckled. “I would also get a cute little tattoo on my anklelike a heart or a cute daisy. Maybe an ocean wave. I really do love the beachand there’s a love quote I really like that talks about the ocean.” Mae musedwith a soft smile. “I can see you’re so judging me.”Mae took a sip of her drink.
STEVIE
Stevie raised her hands, not wanting to provoke Maeinto singing anything. “Nope, I’ll trust you on that one. Don’t need toprove it to me.” She said before taking another drink from the bottle.Capping it before she drank more than she should, she set it down on the groundnext to her. Stevie knew her limits and if she wanted to be good to bike home,she needed to cut herself off now. “Sure, love might be a realisticconcept. But, the rom com kind of love isn’t real. It’s just some kind of…easily digestible version of love. Like, what happens to those folks after thebutterflies are gone?” She replied. At Mae’s other ideas for a tattoo,Stevie shook her head. “Hold on now, I’m not judging you. I don’t judgepeople for what they get. Usually. But, look,” Pushing her hair up andaway from her ear, she showed Mae the olive branch behind her ear, “Behindthe ear tattoos are about as basic as they come, so I’m not judging you foryour heart tattoo.” She let her hair fall back down, running her fingersthrough the tangled locks a few times. “Besides, it’s not as bad as allthe dudes who get barbed wire around their biceps.”
MAE
Mae laughed. “Were your kindergarten days not as greatas they could’ve been?” Mae teased with a pout. Mae finished her drink andlistened to Stevie’s argument. “If it’s real love, the butterflies won’t everstop. I don’t know, I think people get into a certain part of theirrelationship where they get too comfortable and don’t even try to maintain thesparks. So rom-com love is definitely possible if you make an effort to giveyour partner the feeling like they’re in one.” Mae retorted. Mae turned to lookat the tattoo and smiled. “Awww it’s cute!” Mae exclaimed. “I like it.” Maehummed before doing a dramatic sigh. “Wow guess I’ll have to hide my barbedwire tattoo. Have you seen these bad boys?” Mae took off her jacket and flexedher arms. “I think they need two barbed wires.Make it a metaphor. My arms are high security prisons. They’re hard to escape.”Mae threw a punch into the air before laughing.
STEVIE
“No, they were fine, I think. I don’t reallyremember kindergarten. Does anyone?” She asked, hoping that most peopledidn’t have those memories. It’d be just like her to be one of the dumb littlekids who didn’t remember when they were five. Seeing that Mae had finished herdrink, Stevie leaned back and held up the bottle of honey whiskey, “Youwant any of this?” She shook the bottle, letting what little was leftsplash around the sides of the glass. “Sure, whatever you say.”Stevie said, not wanting to argue with Mae on this. It didn’t really matter,Stevie was happy with being single. It was nice and neat that way, not havingto worry about what someone else wanted. “Thanks.” She said beforequirking an eyebrow at Mae’s antics. Unimpressed, she tilted her head.“Barbed wire tattoos are already a metaphor. Like, they’re a pretty strongsymbol for Jesus. You’re not some born again Christian, are you?”
MAE
Mae shrugged. “My abuela said I cried my first day.”Mae chuckled. “Did you? Or were you always a toughie?” Mae teased. Mae lookedat the bottle for a few seconds. She hadn’t had much to drink and she wasplanning on taking an Uber back home. Mae reached out and took the bottle.“Thanks.” Mae said as she opened it and took a sip of it. “There’s nothing likethe satisfaction of legally consuming a drink. I know I won’t get in trouble.Which is good.” Mae chuckled. “Unless I streak—which I won’t. I’m not drunkenough.” She laughed. Mae hummed. “Agree ti disagree?” Mae looked at Stevie.“Or tired of this debate? Because…I was right?” Mae smirked. Mae giggled atStevie’s unimpressed look. Inside, she was feeling a little upset that shecouldn’t seem to get Stevie to like her, but she’d keep trying anyway. “I wasactually raised Catholic. And my metaphor is way better. I don’t think Jesusdigs the edginess of the tattoo.” Mae chuckled.
STEVIE
Stevie shifted on the swing. “I dunno. My folksjust dropped me off, no real fanfare around it. Actually, Sam might have walkedme to school. Like I said, I don’t remember much as a little kid.” Shereplied. Nodding as Mae talked about legal drinking, Stevie just kept quiet.“None of the above. You obviously have your thoughts, I have mine, andneither of us are changing our minds.” Stevie looked at Mae and shook herhead, “Fair enough, I guess. Don’t trust me, the one training to be atattoo artist.”
MAE
Mae hummed. “I’m an only child, so I only had myabuela.” Mae shrugged. Mae shrugged. “Fair enough I guess.” Mae mumbled beforechuckling. “I think you’ll make a great tattoo artist.” Mae said. “Maybe youcan do my first tattoo.” Mae offered. “I don’t know when I’ll do it, but whenthat time comes, you can put those skills to work.” Mae chuckled as she drank alittle more from the bottle. “I hope I don’t have a hangover tomorrow. Thelittle munchkins won’t be very kind to it.” Mae laughed as she leaned back alittle.
STEVIE
“Gotcha.” A part of Stevie was curious as towhy Mae didn’t mention a mom or a dad, but she figured it was best not to pry.She didn’t like It when people poked their noses into her family life and, whenboth of her sisters were practically living in the same neighborhood… it washard to avoid. Leaning back in the swing. Stevie looked up at the hazy New Yorknight sky. She couldn’t see a single star, just some planes. Gross. At Mae’swords about tattoo, Stevie slipped out of the swing, landing hard on her ass.“No, no, no, no. I’ve had enough people ask me to do that. I’m nottattooing you. Particularly not if it’s your first one.” Stevie said asshe scrambled back to her feet. Dusting grass from her pants, Stevie glancedover at her. “Jesus, why would you go party if you knew that you wereworking with gremlins in the morning? That sounds awful.” She said, notrealizing how rude her tone was.
MAE
Mae looked at Stevie and raised an eyebrow before nodding,putting on a soft smile despite the comment hurting her feelings a little.“You’re right. I should probably…go. Now. Yeah.” Mae nodded as she stood up,dusting off her skirt and clearing her throat. Mae didn’t know if her presenceor not was wanted by Stevie, but she didn’t want to stick around to annoy her.She’d find a way to get Stevie to like her—somehow. “Cool seeing youand…uh…cool party.” Mae nodded.
STEVIE
Stevie watched as Mae stood up. Rubbing the back ofher neck, she shook her head. Ah shit. She’d fucked things up, hadn’t she? Footmeet mouth, that was something that she really needed to get into her head. “Yeah…see you around sometime?” She asked. Stevie wasn’t sure why it botheredher to see Mae go like this, but it did. Stevie didn’t want her to feel likeshe didn’t like her or anything.
MAE
Mae smiled and nodded. “Yeah, maybe I’ll see youaround.” Mae said softly before getting on her phone and ordering an Uber. “I’mgonna—yeah.” Mae gestured to her leaving before walking away to the front ofthe house while contemplating what it was about her that made her so unlikeableto Stevie and what Mae could do to fix that problem.
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Age: a little over 228 months Birthplace: Michigan Current time: 10:50ish Drink you had last: Water.. boring I know Easiest person to talk to: Myself, my mom or like my dog lol Favorite song: umm Take On Me is still my fav (btdubs I liked it before it was cool) Grossest memory: No thank you I rather not try to think of a gross memory *cringe Horror movies yes or no: Depends if its like a gory killing spree or like some paranormal activity nonsense In love: With pizza of course Jealous of people: who isn’t?? Killed someone: Oh god I hope not Love at first sight or should i walk by again: do a flip Middle name: guess Number of siblings: 3 interesting younger siblings One wish: hmm will just go with world peace (it makes me sound like a better person than I am) Person you called last: I only call my parents/siblings to find out where they’re at/what they’re doing or to ask them to pick me up other than that I literally do not call or answer the phone like even when my grandma calls I hand the phone over to one of my siblings or my mom Question you are always asked: like what I’m up to, what school I attend, am I driving yet, where do I work or if I working.. you know all the questions young people hate being asked Reason to smile: Food, Movies, Books and Animals exist Time you woke up: lol 2:45 P.M. Underwear color: does it matter? Vacation destination: I SEE HOBBITON IN NEW ZEALAND Worst habit: ah too many? X-rays: why? Your favorite food: pizza, german chocolate anything, cheetos, doritos, mac n’ cheese, roast beef, mashed potatoes, coconut shrimp, moose tracks ice cream, breadsticks, cheesy bread, mozzarella sticks great now I’m hungry you jerk Zodiac sign: Sagittarius
Nick name: Layna, Deelite, Delaylay, D Height: somewhere inbetween 5’6 and 5’7 Last thing i googled: Hobbiton Favorite music artist: can’t choose just one but Stevie Wonder is always great Song stuck in my head: I don’t know it varies (I sing/hum a lot) Last movie i saw: in theater: Spider-man Homecoming it was great What am i wearing right now: an old tshirt and shorts they're my jammies Why did i choose my url: its mah name Do you have any other blogs: umm yes I do What did your last relationship teach you: I was young and just wanted a date to prom Religious or spiritual: Sure Favorite color: Navy Blue, Dark Red/Maroon Avg hours of sleep: it varies Lucky number: 22 Favorite character: Tooo many faves dude How many blankets do you sleep with: uno but like a ton of pillows Dream job: I think I’d like to run my own small business of sorts
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