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“So… did you miss me?”
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Benji was lost in a mission report when he heard the familiar voice coming from behind him and, upon spinning around so fast he almost gave himself whiplash, he saw Arthur standing in the doorway.
“Oh my god…” His voice was a whisper as he stood up and rushed over to the man, wrapping his arms around him tightly. “Missing you is an understatement.”
Masquerade
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Never in her lifetime did Ariadne think she’d ever attend a masked ball. But here she was, against her will thanks to a friend who wants her to find her Prince Charming.
“Stop complaining.” She would say. “Do you even know how many girls dream of this night?” Ariadne was unable to dream for a long time.
“Some of us don’t want to play Cinderella.” Ariadne had protested. “Some of us are happy with picking out lentils.” But there she was now, near the top of the stairs. The ballroom resembled that of one in a Disney movie. It reminded her a little of Cinderellas ballroom but she got a glimpse of Beauty and the Beast.
Her friend forced her into a gold cap sleeved gown that exposed her upper back. She didn’t even want to know how much the dress rental cost. Never had she worn something so upscale. No one would ever guess that she could have been a server. What would happen if she ripped it on accident?
A gold baroque mask was sealed around her eyes. The guests could not remove their masks until after midnight and hers was already starting to feel uncomfortable. The gold slippers on her feet were biting at her ankles. Weren’t flats supposed to be tolerable?
Her friend was distracted with her flirting so she wouldn’t notice if Ariadne slipped out. All the guys here looked really sketchy anyway. After thinking for a few moments, she decided to go back upstairs.
“You look very lonely.”
She turned and saw a guy standing behind her. Right away she knew she was not interested at all. He introduced himself and said, “And you are?”
“Leaving.” she turned back around but he grabbed her wrist.
“Don’t be like that.” he said. “Don’t you like nice guys?”
Yes I do and you are certainly not a nice guy.
Ariadne pulled away from him, ready to spit if need be.
“I’m not interested, ok?”
@dreamsarevain continued from here: x
Steve is so relieved that he doesn't have to fight Arthur over this, he was actually tensed for it. He knew how much Arthur was married to his job. Steve had actually been worried that he might have to share Arthur with it more than he liked. The fact that Arthur succumbed to this idea so easily meant they were already making tons of headway when it came to their relationship.
Maybe one day Steve could even get Arthur to quit, but that was a battle for another day, week... year.
"You want to be blinded, you mean? You know my pale Irish skin glows in the dark." Steve teases, kissing Arthur's cheek now, noisily. "Here, I was hoping you'd put up more of a fight. My convincing methods involved a song, a dance, whipped cream and sweet talking you in various other languages. You're really missing out now. I might have even let you preview some of those unmentionable things."
Meeting the Family
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Steve was fretting over his wardrobe. He'd never before in his life been taken home to meet anyone's parents, let alone someone he was dating. He wasn't sure how he was meant to dress, how casual was too casual and what level of formal would be 'trying too hard'. Steve never thought in his life that staring at his closet would be this frustrating and stressful. "Arthur?" He called out of the doorway. "I may actually need your help on this."
It wasn't just the wardrobe that was the issue either. Steve wasn't sure what he was supposed to say- or rather what he wasn't supposed to say. Steve Rogers fought aliens, robots and even Nazis, but meeting his fiancee's family was the single most scary event in his lifetime. Steve's pulse had definitely been on the rise since they'd woken up this morning as he worried about just about everything that existed to be worried about.
[text] never. drinking. again.
texts from last night! meme
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[text] Yeah......[text] Why did we think that was a good idea?[text] I could hear colours[text] I’m gonna say it was your fault because that’s easiest
“You never asked what it was like.”
It’s not a question, yet there is one implicit in the pause she leaves afterwards. Limbo isn’t exactly the sort of thing made for an easy conversation.
"We need to talk."
Say “We need to talk” and I’ll generate a starter for what our muses have to have a serious talk about and/or confess
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18. Your muse has fallen out of love with my muse
Benji lifted his head from where he had been staring at this damned mission report for the last three hours.
“Yeah? What is it?” he asked, giving his partner a small smile as he focus his attention on the other man.
☢ — You have another muse that I wrote with first before you created this one. And of course I followed you like the little lost/adoring puppy I am. As for that other muse, I think you found me? I'm not sure anymore actually haha.
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i think you found me first on eames. or maybe i found you. i don’t remember. xD i mean you literally are my longest writing partner. almost three years come november <3 and i love the fact that we can write here on steve or on eames and the writing still flows. and i’ll tell you this you are one of my favourite arthurs <3
