#3 and #13 for the end of year fic meme!
3 - favorite line/scene you wrote this year
:| Iâve written 533k so far this year HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE??Â
Favourite line is def impossible, but I have chosen a scene Iâm particularly happy with. This is from Five Days a Week, and this is the beginning of the scene, but Iâll say my fav part runs to the next break, which is a few hundred more words. I like how real it is that they get interrupted, and how messy this relationship is, but also how quiet and easy it is for them to try.
Not wanting to slip out without saying goodbye, Steve goes to the kitchen and starts cleaning up. He wipes down the table then starts on the dishes. He rinses off Morgan's panda plate in the sink then tucks it in the overspilling dish drainer. Realizing most of the dishes there are long dry, he starts tugging them out and putting them away. He's nearly done when Tony's feet creak on the stairs and soft footsteps come up behind him. He turns - and suddenly Tony is so, so close.
"Thanks," Tony breathes, then he melts into Steve's arms, pressing their mouths together in a hot, desperate, gasping kiss.
Steve stumbles backwards against the kitchen counter, wrapping his arms around Tony's waist to hold him close, not let him bounce away.
"I'm just -" Tony pulls back to say, barely a hairsbreadth between their lips "- I'm just lonely. That's all."
It's an excuse and a safety net and an explanation all rolled into one, and Steve needs all of those things too, so he nods and whispers, "Me too," and then they're tripping backwards towards the stairs. They tumble upstairs, Steve's supersoldier strength all that's keeping them from falling to the floor, and Tony backs him into the bedroom, stripping Steve's shirt off as they go.
"Jesus Christ," Tony whispers, as he runs his fingers over Steve's stomach and down to his chest.
Steve lets himself be shoved down onto the edge of the bed and Tony climbs up onto his lap, legs clamping to Steve's sides, and reclaims his mouth. Steve pulls Tony's shirt off too and tosses it aside. God, Tony looks so healthy now. There are scars, most noticeably the one on his torso where Thanos stabbed him, as well as the ports on his chest that the new suit housing attaches to. The one he tried to give to Steve. Steve put it in Tony's bag while he was unconscious at the compound, and when Pepper had taken him home, it had gone too. But Tony has his muscle tone back, a nice layer of soft fat over his stomach, and it's such a profound relief that he's no longer the skeleton he was a year ago.
Tony makes a frustrated little noise and pushes until Steve drops to his back and Tony folds over him, grinding their laps together. It's sloppy and heated and more than a little strange, but Steve craves the soft touch of Tony's fingers up his sides, the hot press of his lips. He's lit up, like a Christmas tree, for the first time in a long time.
A soft, terrified whimper leaks out of the baby monitor, and Tony stills. Steve's hands pause where they'd been petting up and down Tony's sides. The whimper comes again, louder now, and then breaks into a cry. "Daaa," her tiny voice wails, and Steve's heart clenches.
13 - favorite writing song/artist/album of this year
Iâll have to go with Thank U, Next, because ashy and I listened to that on repeat for the first, like, half of the year. For later in the year, I did a lot of writing to The Bones. I donât have specific music I write to, instead I just put on whatever Iâve been listening to death recently! (That or the TV :P)
