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The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2023. What are they doing?
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The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?
As they poured out of the doorway, frantically scrambling to their feet, we looked at them with, quite frankly, justified uncertainty.
I think we were justified, at least. I mean, what would you do if you’re at the park with your girlfriend and suddenly, boom, a portal has materialised and a bunch of spontaneously-created hippies are running at you?
I held her hand a little tighter, and sat paralysed by shock as they continued to pour out of the door.
After about two dozen of them lay in a heap outside the portal, they began to stand up, brush themselves off. One of them seemed to emerge as a leader, a tall, dark-skinned lady wearing a green shirt and cap. From her breast pocket, she pulled a small black rectangle decorated with a red button, and when she clicked it, the door disappeared with a, to be honest, quite unimpressive flash of light. Looking back, they must have had quite a low budget.
My girlfriend sat with her jaw dropped, eyes fixed on where the door had been. She murmured to me, “What the fuck?”
I ran a thumb over the back of her hand. “It’s probably just a flash mob.” The lady in green started to approach me, reaching into her breast pocket again and pulling out a clipboard that was way too big to have been in that tiny square. “Just play along, love,” I muttered, before readying myself for some unwanted audience participation.
In retrospect, I should have known that flash mobs didn’t get special effects.
She walked up to where we were sitting, a small patch of grass off the main path, and crouched next to me, clipboard at the ready.
“So! This is 2022, correct?”
I laughed awkwardly. I mean, what do you say to that? I just assumed she was an actor, drunk, or possibly some combination of the two.
“Sure is.”
She grimaced, and looked around.
“Why aren’t you all panicking?”
My eyebrow raised in skepticism, I probed her with further questions.
“Why would we be panicking?”
“According to our studies, this is the last possible year for humanity to change their habits and save the Earth from a devastating collapse due to rapidly rising temperatures. You guys are the last generation of majority-organic humans. Don’t you want to keep it that way?”
At this point my disbelief had evolved into confusion, I felt like a child being asked why the sky was blue.
“I don’t understand, your studies? And what do you mean about global warming, and organic humans and all that?”
Her eyes filled with a genuine sorrow.
“Do you not know yet?”
I shook my head slowly, feeling my fear rising by the second. She put a gentle hand on my shoulder.
“The Earth is dying.”
After a moment of silence, I laughed.
“Is that it?”
She withdrew her hand as if she had been burned by my callousness.
“Is that it?! Your planet, your home, it’s going to be inhabitable within two centuries!”
I smiled tiredly. “We all know that. We just can’t do anything about it. I’m trying to live my life, I recommend you and your,” I gesture vaguely at the 20-odd people now standing awkwardly in a huddle, “Troop of merry men do the same.”
With her face contorted into sorrow and shock, I was struck by a sudden guilt that I suppressed. It was just an experiment, after all. A pitch from some charity to make me feel guilty enough to donate.
She pulled out her clipboard, and turned it towards me. On it was a graph measuring time and temperature.
She pointed at a line marked ‘2022.’
“This is you. See how it’s right before that big spike?”
Her hand followed the exponentially rising line, until landing on a red dot reading ‘2184.’
“This is where I’m from. It’s too late, the damage is irreversible. We can’t do anything to fix it.”
She glanced between me and my girlfriend, who by now seemed on the verge of tears. She always was an animal lover.
“You can still do something.”
“What do you want me to do? I’m one person. I can’t do anything that would actually make a difference.”
She frowned at me.
“Can’t, or won’t?”
“What’s the difference?,” I snapped. “If you’re a time traveller, and that’s a big if, what did you think I was gonna do?”
She looked at the ground, fiddling with her fingers.
“We thought that you would know this was the last salvageable year, that you’d all be panicking, doing everything you can. We thought, that with our knowledge, we’d be able to guide you to create a better future for yourselves. Or present for us.”
I looked guiltily at the floor.
“Well you were wrong. We’re all just a bunch of little people who can’t do anything, and so nothing gets done.”
She plucked a blade of grass, weaved it between her fingers.
“What do you suggest we do, then, if you’re so certain? This was our last ditch effort. Do we just got further back, and ask again?”
I sighed deeply.
“It wouldn’t make a difference. Nobody cares about things until they’re already hurting people. They’ll just ignore the problem like we do.”
I averted my eyes, too ashamed to look at her.
“Like I’m ignoring you.”
She dropped the blade of grass, her eyes tracing its path as it drifted back to the ground.
“We don’t have grass anymore, where I’m from; I only ever saw it in diagrams. But I always wanted to feel it, y’know? In the flesh. I had it in my head somehow, that if I felt grass, if I could see something growing again, then I would know that I’ve done a good job. That I had done everything I could.”
She stood up, and I was cast in her looming shadow.
“I’ve done everything I could. But you?”
She looked at me, my girlfriend. Turned around, eyes flickering over the entire park.
“You haven’t done anything.”
As she turned to walk away, I felt some deep urge to justify myself to her. Beg her for redemption.
From the picnic basked my girlfriend and I had packed, I pulled a metal straw, jumped to my feet, and chased after her.
“Look.” I grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around, slightly panting, my outstretched hand clutching the straw. “We try. We buy things that we can use again and again, instead of throwing them away the first time. That’s good, isn’t it? Isn’t that good?”
She took it from my palm.
Glared at me icily.
“I’ll be sure to put that in my report.”
She turned away again, leaving me standing there.
I watched as she rounded up her crew, pulled out the button from her breast pocket again, and clicked it. Again the door appeared, and she hurried them through. I stayed to see her leave, still frozen in place. She put one foot through the door, crouched, plucked a handful of grass. As she picked it up, I could see that the closer it got to the door, the more it started to spark. By the time her hand was next to the door, she was just holding a pile of ash.
She sprinkled it on the ground, and left.
The door shut.
***
I honestly believed it was just some stunt for a while.
The new year came and went. My girlfriend proposed in 2023, and we’ve been together for decades now.
That day always stayed in our minds, but we just accepted it as one of the weirder things in life, although we did donate significant amounts of our income to the WWF. For a while, anyway.
In 2024, the last male rhino died. It sucked to see the headlines, but we all saw it coming. Still sucked.
We adopted in 2025, a beautiful baby girl. Named her Jade.
2026, snow leopards became extinct in the wild. Only a few remained in captivity across the globe.
2027, the same with pandas, elephants, and giraffes.
2028. Hundreds of fish species, gone.
In 2029, Jade asked my wife what the fat unicorn she saw in the encyclopaedia was.
“It’s a rhinoceros, baby.”
“Can I pet one?”
“I’m sorry sweetheart, they aren’t around anymore.”
“What? Why?”
“A lot of reasons, Jay-jay.”
in 2030, weather was more extreme than I’d seen it in my whole life. A massive hurricane swept though pretty much the entire Northern hemisphere. Countries at the equator saw record breaking heatwaves.
The usual.
In 2035 when bees had to be in tightly controlled groups, led by environmental scientists, I started to worry a bit. This was around the time I started to realise she was right, the lady in green. It was unsalvageable now. Time seemed to pass quicker after that.
In 2040, I took a bad fall down an escalator. That’s what I get for rushing to work every day, I guess. In any case, I had a hip replacement, thanks to the NHS. It was not lost on me that I was no longer a fully organic human.
2050, Jade finished her degree, started rooming with a chap called Victor from her classes to save on rent. I knew from the first time I met him, they were gonna be together. The way she looked at him was just so familiar.
They married In 2054. My wife walked our daughter down the isle, and watching her come down that path for the second time was just… I fell in love all over again.
In 2056, I became a grandma. Little dude called Nicholas. Sweetest kid in the world. We visited every weekend.
2060. Nicky got sick. Just something going round, Jade had said, rubbing his back as he hacked up phlegm. “Kids get sick more often now, Mama. Something about germs liking the heat.”
2061. I wasn’t a grandma anymore.
The next year, 2062, Jade and Vic took a break. She moved back home. We were watching some news stream, cuddled up on the couch, when a familiar graph flashed on screen.
I choked on my tea.
“Mama, what’s wrong?”
“You alright, love?”
Wiping my mouth, I smiled. “All good, all good, just a bit hot.”
I went to the kitchen, and cried quietly.
2063, Jade and Victor got back together. They supported each other. It was nice.
2067, My wife’s lung collapsed. Not a big deal. We just got a replacement. No strenuous exorcise, the doctor said. She just laughed. “I’m near seventy! The only strenuous exercise I get is adjusting the thermostat!”
The AC was nearly always on these days. It got uncomfortably hot otherwise.
2070. It became illegal to breed long-haired cats and dogs. It was deemed inhumane, as they would so often die of heat exhaustion. I shed a tear for the stuffed pomeranian teddy Nicky hugged while he was in hospital. Jade still had it somewhere. She said she wanted to get a pommie in his memory, way back when. Guess that’s a pipe dream.
2079.
My wife died.
Can’t replace that.
2084. I’ll be dead within the decade, statistically. It doesn’t matter much anyway.
We’d all be dead in a hundred years.
I’m writing down what she said, the lady in green. Somehow I still remember it perfectly.
When I think back to all the time between then and now, it makes me think she was wrong, about 2022 being the last year to do something.
I had so many thousands of days to do something.
I didn’t.
Most of us won’t.
I’m too old now. I can’t walk much on my own, but I eat clean. Take care of my garden, for what few controlled colonies of bees remain.
I don’t buy things unless I need to, I pass on things I don’t need.
Nothing huge.
Just lots of little things.
If all the little people started sooner, maybe it wouldn’t have ended up like this.
Ah well. It is what it is, because of how we were.
I wonder what will be left, in a hundred more years?
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The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?
Going on a holy anachronistic crusade to save the world.
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The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?
your mom lol😁…
#writing prompt#show and tell time#satt-prompt#satt-writing-prompt#satt-2184#show and tell#satt#tumblr prompted me#2 do this in my activity#weird
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The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?
Having sex with trees.
Because they don’t know how plants work. They think it’ll make baby trees. And those will grow to provide, like, a bunch of shade.
They are dumb. Because all the schools burned up. Because of all of the heat in 2184.
Guys, it’s so hot.
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The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?
Playing this master piece
#writing prompt#show and tell time#satt-prompt#satt-writing-prompt#satt-2184#show and tell#satt#wtf is this?#Tumblr#your tags are trash#lmfao#why did I do this?#aloy
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The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?
Drilling for oil
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The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?
The temperature was…Bearable, to an extent. It wasn’t as hot as it was in the future, but it seemed to be a welcomed change of pace. Most had said going back into the past was risky. Time travel isn’t easy and many problems can arise no matter how careful you may try to be. Even the most minor change can affect the future greatly! So trying to make a change for the better required careful planning at best. Calculating what to do was even harder. Most didn’t think it was possible.
Yet here the group was, standing in 2022. They had avoided landing in crowds of people, finding a place mostly out of prying eyes. Work had to be done to hopefully change the future before things got worse. The group knew most people in this time might frown upon their message and their cause for a greener future. But maybe they’d get lucky! Find a few others who would work towards the same. To try and solve the current issues going on that was bringing the temperatures higher.
For a while they made good progress. A few here and there agreed to try and do better in order to do what was needed. But sometimes higher powers claimed nothing was wrong and everything was alright. The types who didn’t care much for their actions and refused to do better. The rising temperatures are natural, they claimed. That’s how the universe works, they suggested. Every step to suggest a better way of using resources was met with denial and unwillingness to change the ways for the better.
But only time itself would tell if the groups actions would lead to a better world with nicer temperatures. Unfortunately they also discovered a glaring issue…How do they get back home to their time? Oh no.
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The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing? Blaming politicians
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The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?
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The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?
don't know don't care
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The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?
They are trying to organize and teach people that if they don’t do things drastically different the whole world will suffer and we will cause our own extinction.
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The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022.
What are they doing?
- loving!
- Hoping!
- Having faith!
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The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?
Killing oil executives, destroying oil and gas infrastructure, and strengthening organized mutual aid networks Next Question
#satt-prompt#satt-writing-prompt#satt-2184#satt#caitie speaks#I said what I said#still not sure how I feel about this new gimmick @staff
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Steve Harrington x Bi-Female!Reader
Summary: In the wake of heartbreak, Y/N has made some...rash decisions with her relationships these past few seasons. In a moment of clarity, she realizes--she has a few apologies (and confessions) to make. 3rd person POV.
Warnings: Takes place in a slightly AU S3. Beware of Mild cursing, some mentions of drug use and sexual references.
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Blinding white linoleum under fluorescence and skylights marked every storefront in Starcourt. Murmuring crowds and mopping carts of citrus cleaner rolled past in a blur. (Y/N) marched past all of them without even blinking. She didn't care that her hair was tangled. Or that her jeans were cuffed crooked. So what if her makeup was smeared? Or her shirt was wrinkled? She knew where she was going. And who she was going to.
Scoops Ahoy, straight ahead.
Every fibre of her being burned to blur past the counter. Ignoring all patrons, forgo the bell and burst through those double doors to the one person she'd shirked from all this time. Even now, Y/N nearly wanted to smack herself. Years, literal years had gone by, and only now had she gathered the nerve; to be honest with herself, with others around her, and most importantly to Him.
DING-DING-DING!
A head of wheaten blonde hair pops from the double doors with an irritated frown. Bright blue eyes flick to the counter, sparking to life for a split second. "Hey, Y/N! Speak of the devil,"
“Have you seen Steve?”
Robin startled. The light in her eyes ripples. “....Judging by the look on your face, I have a feeling I should say no.”
"It's urgent," the words tripped from Y/N's lips almost without permission. "Not trouble, just...important. -Please?"
The young clerk glanced back into the store room for a moment. Hushed words pass behind squeaky doors. Some are more heated, more insistent than others. Steve? Y/N wondered for a moment. Her stomach clenched, petrified of dropping. Does he not want to see me? -But that doesn't make sense. Why would he ever want to do that?
Probably 'cause you still hang out with Billy. An unhelpful voice pipes in the back of her mind. Or maybe it's you ditching movie nights to get high with Eddie M. Y/N scrubbed her face with her hands. Yes, she was willing to admit that she had not been masking her emotions in the best of ways. And visiting Steve at work with clear signs of 'Morning-After' syndrome certainly did not help things.
The window behind the counter hushed open.
Steve- A messy mop of oaken hair flared every which way around his florescent-pale face, only pinned back by that dorky little sailor's cap. Just the sight of those wide dark eyes, sunken or not, sparked a match in Y/N's chest. She couldn't even look at him without smiling.
All she got in return was a droll, tired stare. “Can we please talk about this later?”
Trepidation sprouted behind her ribs. That little match-light in Y/N's chest flickered. “With the way things are going, there might not be a later,” I can't lose my nerve. She drew her shoulders back. Shoring herself up with a low, deep breath. If I don't say this now, I never will.
Steve heaved a sigh. "Alright, come on back. Robin can handle the counter."
"Hey!"
"Rob, please."
"Ugh, fine~ but you owe me, Harrington."
"As if I didn't already."
Y/N couldn't help chuckling. If there was one change she was glad of in these past three years, it was the addition of Robin Buckley. Finally, someone older than ten to liven up their motley crew of sarcastic adventurers. Some days Y/N swore she could just sit back and watch Robin and Stevie bicker like siblings & still get a better deal out of it than the dollar theatre.
Her amusement caught the pair's attention. Abashed, Steve hustled his friend to the front and motioned Y/N to the back. Robin's hand squeezed her shoulder in passing. One deep breath. Drawing strength from Buckley's support was just what she needed. The world behind the Scoops Ahoy counter was much colder than the storefront. Y/N clasped her hands to her arms. Held herself tight against the chill of the ungodly number of freezers in this room.
Steve mimicked her folded arms. Leaning one hip against the counter with a completely impassive expression. "So? The world's not ending. What do you want?"
"I wanted to talk to you-"
"Well, I figured that much, genius."
Deep breath in, Y/N scrubbed her arms for warmth. Deep breath out, Pillow lines were still entrenched in her skin. "I know. Trust me, I know you're angry with me-"
"Angry? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't pull that shit with me, Harrington. I'm trying to -"
"So, did you have fun last night?"
Y/N winced. Nearly recoiling with the impulse to stare down at her shoes in embarrassment. No. One deep breath. Straighten the shoulders, and take it on the chin. "Maybe I did, but that doesn't matter-"
"That so?"
For fuck's sake...Y/N shoved her fists in her hair. Half-tempted to claw out desperate clumps in her frustration. Would it kill you not to be a smartass for two seconds?! Another deep breath. Turn the other cheek and keep talking. Just keep up that bit more courage. Just a little bit longer. "Steve...I'm sorry."
Whatever retort sat on the boy's lips, died in an instant. "You-what?"
"I've been an idiot," Y/N confesses. Finally succumbing to the impulse to scuff her shoes on the floor. "I didn't realize-no, I pretended not to know how my actions were affecting you. I've been a coward and a shitty friend and I'm sorry."
"Oh. Uh, okay," Steve swallowed. "I'm not gonna contest the shitty friend part," Y/N didn't even have the heart to glare at him for that. "-But where's the coward part coming from?"
She hung her head. "Cause all the shitty things I've done lately were out of fear," Y/N confessed. "Flaunting my friendship with Billy, exploiting my friendship with Ed, all because..."
Steve's arms tightened across his chest. The trepidation Y/N had seen in Robin returned ten-fold in her-in Steve's gaze. "...because what?"
"Because-cause they were the two people furthest away from you."
Trepidation plunged from his expression in an instant. Wide, dark eyes glimmering with something-something that hurt to put words to. "-What?"
"Face it, Harrington," She chuffed. More with irony than with true amusement. "Billy's basically your cartoon nemesis, and Eddie-god, you two would never-I mean, polar fucking opposites in every-"
"What's your point, Y/N?"
The knot in her throat was a bitch to swallow. To speak was an ever-greater challenge. "I wasn't running from you because I hated you," she said. "Don't think I ever truly hated you, I just--I just got scared."
Steve stood there a moment. Y/N could feel the weight of his gaze on them, but couldn't bring herself to meet him. "-Scared of what?" he asked, barely more than a murmur in the chill. "-of me?"
"Yes. Wait, no! Not like-" Y/N shook herself harshly. "Do you know how painful it is to be around you sometimes, Harrington?"
Again, his posture tightened.
Y/N ploughed through her own words before he could spin them wrong. "When I know I'm gonna see you, my stomach gets all knotted and restless. When you're in danger, it feels like my heartbeat's gonna bruise my ribs. I've burned my hands, broken bones and got blisters on my feet from chasing after you cause I hate the thought of-"
"Y/N-"
"When we're together my sides cramp from laughing and my cheeks ache from smiling. I swear, there's this ringing in my ears just cause I'm constantly waiting to hear your car roll up somewhere," once the dam breaks, the words won't stop. "And all those aches and pains scare the crap outta me cause the last time I felt this way, I-" Y/N swallowed. A foolhardy attempt to hold back the warble of tears. "The last person I loved like that...she disappeared. I built my whole world around her and through no fault of her own she just, vanished."
"-You're talking about Barb Holland, aren't you?"
The tightness of her throat was too much to speak through. All Y/N could do now was nod. This time staring at Steve's scuffed sneakers instead of her own. He stood still for a long moment.
"But..." Steve muttered, gears turning between his words. "Barb was a girl. How would you-?"
"Steve."
His arms fell lax by his sides. "...Oh."
"Yea, 'oh'," Even with the dour air between us, the half-huff was second nature. "First I thought I was one...' team', then the other. Then, between you and Barb it just...clicked."
"There's a team for both?"
This time, an actual chuckle slipped past. "Tch, always the sports metaphors, Harrington."
"You started it,"
"You're one to talk," Y/N teased. It was only in that moment she realized she'd lifted her head--to find him smiling. Steve was smiling. But the moment their eyes met, his light of mirth faded. "-Steve?"
Silence. His gaze turned distant over Y/N's shoulder.
"Steve?"
"Do you mean it?"
Y/N's brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"
"Do you love me?"
"...Yes," she repeated. "It can't be the same way, 'cause you're a different person. And I sorta am too; I could live without someone now. But without you? That is the last thing I want to do."
Slowly, ever so slowly--a grin broke across Steve's face. Seeing the sparkle in his gaze was too contagious. Joy dared to crackle in Y/N's chest at the sight of his smile. They beamed at each other.
"I love you," she could say it now. She could really say it.
"I know,"
Y/N snorted. "Boys got you watching Star Wars?"
"Robin bribed them with ice cream."
"Ah, so it was a family affair, then?"
"Shut up," Steve muttered. His half-hearted attempt at an eye roll glowed with nothing but affection. Felt like ages since the pair of them had smiled so bright. Steve licked his lips. "So, we good?"
"I should be asking you that," she said. "I still screwed up. Badly." Y/N bit her cheek. "-Can you forgive me?"
Steve glanced fleetingly out the warbled window of the ice cream shop. Fluorescent lights and the waft of citrus cleaner drifted through among the fading throngs of people. Y/N's stomach squirmed. The longer his silence stretched on, the worse it got.
"I crave a boon," he decided.
"Boon? What boon?" Y/N's brows furrowed. Everything seemed warmer all of a sudden. Even so, she didn't fully register Steve's approach until his thumb was brushing over her fingers. Her breath hitched.
"Go out with me."
"Wha-? Just like that? "Y/N blinked. Wide-eyed and awestruck at the sight of Steve Harrington lifting her fingers to his lips.
Steve hummed. That soft, gentle kiss against her knuckles nearly melted her on the spot. "Gotta make up for all those missed movie nights, right?"
"You're gonna make me pay for the cinema, aren't you?"
That smirk. That smirk. The one that blooms across his face only when he knows he's won or when he's just begun to realize it. "Didn't know it was this easy to make you blush, doll."
Y/N clasped a hand to her face, absolutely mortified. "Shut up! This whole mess is your fault anyway!"
"My fault? How is this my fault?"
"You're the whole reason I even dared to go out in public lookin' like-" She gestured broadly to her bedraggled appearance. "God, I don't even know what. A human rat's nest or something."
"Should I be flattered?"
His smart-ass quip earned him a smack in the chest. "Jerk!" Steve just laughed. All complaints stilled when he pressed a kiss to her temple.
"Seriously, though, holding your hand is like a dream come true right now," His voice a soft murmur against her hair. "I missed you, Y/N, rat's nest or not." Ever so gently, he wrapped his arms around her wrinkled-shirt waist. --"And just in case it wasn't stupidly clear...I like you too."
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