[ they never did get to that part in their relationship where she wondered who he wanted more: wonder woman or diana. she finds herself temporarily angry that time had taken that away from them. of course, she already suspects that steve loves her for who she is—diana, princess of themyscira, an amazonian, a warrior, a helper to mankind, and a museum curator.
but it still would've been nice to live that.
crossing her arms against her chest, diana looks at him with genuine amusement. she sucks in her lips and lifts her brows as she regards him playfully. ] And who would you choose as your favourite at this very moment?
( that's not a question he wants to answer because he can't answer it without saying all of the above. she's his favorite, no matter who she is or what she looks like or what she's doing.
she's his favorite because she doesn't get angry when he breaks her phone or interrupts a potentially important call. )
I'm going to take the easy way out and say both of you because it's true. You're both my favorite, I can't pick just one. Does that make me greedy?
( oh well, then he's greedy. he's greedy and he's selfish. )
But you're welcome to try and convince me to play favorites.
is this the time to tell you that she's a steve woman?
[ laughing softly, she holds her hands together behind her back as she eyes him. it's a safe answer, and one that tells her everything she needs to know. steve accepts her as both wonder woman and diana prince (or diana of themyscira). if he didn't, she thinks he'd have sputtered more as if he was under interrogation. truthfully, either answer would've satisfied her—she had liked to think he liked her for who she happened to be, superheroism and non-superheroism included.
ducking her head, she takes one step closer to him and lifts her hand up to brush her fingers against his left collarbone. ]
( god, he really needs to stop using that word as soon as she asks him a question. he could blame the fact that he's suddenly come back to life after being...somewhere but that's not it at all. he's stumbling because she's right there in front of him, offering to give him all the things he's fantasized about since he met her.
if he didn't know any better, he'd think this was some kind of utopia and he'd gone there because he'd done something good with his life.
he licks his lips. )
Are you offering to put on the suit for me right now?
( just checking. )
i'm sorry but this is my home as my name is on the door
[ smile widening, diana nods. it feels as innocent as it isn't. she'll gladly put her armour on for him, slowly, quickly, with the need for his help or without it. many people have come to admire her suit, wondering how it protects her against bullets, sunburn, her crashing into things, but no one's appreciated it like him. ]
Only if you want me to. Otherwise, I'm happy to wear this.
[ her large, flared slacks, her button-up blouse—it's the diana of now, not the diana he had once known. she wonders if he likes her like this, all poised and lived in. ]
( she has to know that she looks good in whatever she wants to wear. cliche as it is, she could put on a paper bag and he'd still only have eyes for her.
but, the offer of her suit and being able to see it up close and personal? that's an offer that steve doesn't think he can refuse.
he licks his lips, laughing a little. he feels shy and he feels amazing. )
I want you to. ( he really does want her to. ) I'd love to see it.
Okay. [ her smile only widens—it feels impossible since it's so stretched and warm, but it does—and she reaches for his hand, curling her fingers gently around his.
warm, solid—good. she likes that weight in her palm. it's a nice reminder that he's here, that her wish had brought him back. it's selfish to have done so, but diana hasn't asked for a lick of anything in return for her protecting the innocent and punishing the guilty. the amazons never asked for anything in return of their isolation. she deserves this. this is hers. ]
Come with me. [ gently, she tugs his hand and begins to softly pad her way down the hallway. she'll turn left into her room, which is as sparse as her living room and her kitchenette, with a large bed and her suit on a mannequin. she thought that added a nice touch, displayed and read for her to slip into when needed.
steve's photo is by her bedside table, one of him from the war. the photograph of them in veld with sameer, charlie and chief sits on her bedside table, too. her apartment remains devoid of so much but the little bits of herself she's willing to look at. ]
( he stops at the one of him during the war, tilting his head this way and that. he doesn't look too different from that time, he thinks. maybe older, a little more tired but he thinks he's aged well.
has he aged? he's really not sure if he can call it that considering he has no idea where he was and what he'd been doing. but, it makes him happy to see that she kept these. he'd rather her have them than anyone else.
tearing his gaze away from the picture, he steps into her bedroom and his eyes fall on the suit. he's seen it before but still, seeing it like this is something indescribable. )
You can. [ it's the easier thing to respond to. he can sit if he likes, he can stand if he prefers. whatever steve trevor wants to do, she wants it, too. the stubborn, almost immovable diana prince wants the one person she's missed for so long to have what he wants.
diana walks over to her suit, back to him. it gives her a moment to think of what she can say to his question. yes, she kept his photographs. yes, she'd sourced them however she could when she could. she had wanted pieces fo steve so that he could be remembered. no one understands the sacrifice he had made to save everyone.
looking at him over her shoulder, she smiles. ] Do you like your photos? I was thinking of getting a gigantic one for my wall. [ with her hands, she gestures to the wall in front of her—a closet, a set of drawers, a radio sit in its way—and she begins to peel off her slacks ]
Oh god, don't do that. I don't know if I'd be able to sleep in your bed if there was a giant picture of...me above there. It'd be like myself was creeping on me when I'm with you.
( does that make sense? he's not sure if that makes sense but he hopes she understands what he's getting at.
he takes a seat on the edge of the bed, bending forward to rest his elbows on his knees. )
I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night and scream because my picture scares me.
[ diana slides her slacks down her legs and steps out of them, standing in front of him in her black lace panties and her blouse. she smiles at him from over her shoulder. truthfully, a large photograph of his face would be too much. steve liked things small—and he was humble; she's glad she remembered that right.
beginning to undo the buttons of her blouse from the bottom up, she twists to face him. she wants to see him blush. ]
You have a very handsome face, Steve. You're more handsome than I remember.
Are you trying to make me blush? I haven't done that since I was a kid, you know.
( that wasn't completely true. he'd blushed a few times around her before, brief as they were. but, she had that power to see through him and to say things and ask things that just slipped right past his defenses and made him feel like a teenager again. )
I don't know, I think I look older than I should. I'm pretty sure I saw some new wrinkles and I tried to convince myself that some of the color in my hair was, in fact, not grey but...sunbleached blonde that wasn't quite there.
[ she'll just call it right out, looking at him and standing on the tips of her toes as her blouse falls open. shrugging it off, she stands in her bra and panties. walking over to him, she stands before him and cards her hands roughly through his thick hair. ]
It makes you look distinguished and alive. [ that last word hits harder than she'd like, but she keeps a smile on her face and her fingers in his hair. was his hair always this soft and thick? she loathes that she can't remember. ]
( he swallows hard, unsure if it's because she's nearly naked in front of him or it's because she's touching him. maybe it's a bit of both.
whatever it is, he can't stop his eyes from falling shut and he can't stop himself from leaning into her hands. he should be looking at her and gawking at her but he can't.
he just can't stop from sinking into the feeling that he's alive and he's there with her. )
I'm alive. I am alive.
( he says it like he's convincing himself of that fact. he knows that maybe he shouldn't be and he can't really figure out why he's here but he's here. )
[ as much as diana wants him to look up at her and smile, she keeps her fingers in his hair and roughs it up gently, waiting for this to pass. it's a key, triggering word that makes her heart stop and her breath leap into her throat as well.
steve is alive. she wished for him to be alive. perhaps this is the universe rewarding her for everything she's done, all the sacrifices she's made. she'd like to think it's the gods peering down at her and saying that she deserves to be happy.
gaze gentle, she brushes her fingers through his hair and glides her nails gently against his scalp. ]
( he hasn't really allowed himself to think about the whole alive bit because he doesn't know how. he doesn't want to think too hard about it because he thinks that, if someone notices, they'll take it back and he won't be able to see her again.
his voice sounds a little strained and rough to his own ears and he doesn't want to ruin their time together with his emotions.
so, he pushes them aside and opens his eyes, tilting his head up and peering at her. )
[ just in case that wasn't obvious by her gentle touch and a soft smile. she peers down at him fondly, not wanting to blink lest she find he disappears before her very eyes. she's had those visions before, where mirages appear just out of reach and disappear the moment she pelts her way towards it.
lips curving upward, she smirks. ]
Do you want me to put on the suit? Or would you prefer I stay as I am? [ she's a little hopeful he'll opt for the latter. there's more fun to be had with her half-dressed and his attention on her. what does his gaze feel like on her naked body? that's one thing the war and life itself hadn't given her the chance to experience. ]
( trailing off, steve reaches up and slips one hand around her waist, trying to bring her closer so he can press his cheek against her stomach. her skin is warm and he can feel it seep into his skin.
he's alive. he repeats that over and over in his head, tells himself that this isn't some dream that he's having. this isn't a hallucination.
he's alive and so is she. )
I think I like you like this. Everyone gets to see you in the suit but not everyone gets to see you like this.
i will be the most beautiful tiny gremlin of them all!
[ a few have, but diana doesn't think that matters. loneliness is something she hadn't been accustomed to until she had travelled from themyscira and had lost each and every one of her beloved friends. as they had moved on, she had to as well. she prefers his eyes and his hands on her naked skin.
her hands slide around his hair to cup the back of his neck, holding him to her belly. he's warm against her skin and she wants to leech that from him forever. she wants him to be the only one who sees her out of the suit and out of her day to day clothes. ]
( there's no way that steve's going to let this chance pass him by. he knows now that tomorrow isn't promised and he has to take advantage of today. he doesn't know if he'll wake up tomorrow and this will all be gone.
he doesn't know if he's going to wake up and just see darkness and know that he's left her alone. again. so, he's going to touch her and he's going to make sure he doesn't stop touching her until he can't.
steve keeps his cheek against her stomach and wraps his arms around her, sliding one of his hands up the expanse of her bare back, sighing at how good that feels. )
i will sound like a beautiful chipmunk and you will be jealous, mafia boss
[ veld, germany, that first war among many that have come and will come for her had left them no time. she hates that she had no time. over and over she's wished for more opportunities to slow dance in the snow and listen to charlie sing and go shopping with etta to only be gasped and complimented and then insulted for how she wears even a potato sack well. she has had so much time, yet she feels like none of it has been hers to truly possess.
so, now, she thinks she can possess this time like how her hands slide possessively into his hair and hold him against her. arching away from his hands for a moment (she's not used to the pressure of hands on her back), she relaxes and inhales deeply to only let it out. he's still here, even with that breath. ]
Your hands are very warm.
[ just as warm as they once were, but she keeps that to herself. ]
( because he wondered. he wondered if, due to whatever force had brought him back, he'd be colder. he was alive, he can feel his heart beating but he knows he had died. he'd died and been lost so wouldn't it make sense for something to be different.
but she says his hands are warm and he's glad of that. he thinks she wouldn't say anything if he wasn't but he's glad that he still feels...right.
he nuzzles her stomach, closing his eyes and reveling in the quiet intimacy. steve wants to do more, of course, but this still feels new and he can't stop himself from sinking into it. )
[ quietly, diana laughs as he nuzzles her stomach. ] That's ticklish. [ but it isn't an invitation or request that he stop.
it's nice to feel that again. diana hasn't felt light in years, not since etta died, at least. she had been the last bright light of that time in the world and she had been angry and beside herself when that light had been extinguished. ]
I didn't know what to think. I still don't know what to think. They never told me stories about things like this on Themyscira. I never thought this was even possible.
[ and if those stories existed, both her mother and aunt ensured they'd never wash up on her shores. sometimes diana wonders just how much was kept from her out of fear of what would happen next. ]
Yeah, you and me both on that one. Trust me, I didn't expect to...be here. Ever again.
( steve doesn't want to drag down the mood but it's the truth. confusion swirls inside of him and though he tries to ignore it and push it aside so he can be happy that he's here, that he's with her. )
I don't think this is something they tell anyone. It's not supposed to be possible.
( but steve's found that...a lot of things are possible when he's around her. )
I think Hades can bring people back, but I never asked. He could never give a straight answer.
[ the god of the underworld surely is some god of life and death. persephone is mere proof of that, a living, glowing being who seems to thrive in the darkness of the underworld more than she does in the spring. she feels like she's hades, having brought steve—her persephone—from some light back to the dark.
diana wonders if her true family lineage, her paternal relatives, would overwhelm steve. everything did in 1918. she liked that anything and everything seemed wonderful to him. ]
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those parachute pants do nothing for your ass
but it still would've been nice to live that.
crossing her arms against her chest, diana looks at him with genuine amusement. she sucks in her lips and lifts her brows as she regards him playfully. ] And who would you choose as your favourite at this very moment?
who knew you were an ass woman, diana?
( that's not a question he wants to answer because he can't answer it without saying all of the above. she's his favorite, no matter who she is or what she looks like or what she's doing.
she's his favorite because she doesn't get angry when he breaks her phone or interrupts a potentially important call. )
I'm going to take the easy way out and say both of you because it's true. You're both my favorite, I can't pick just one. Does that make me greedy?
( oh well, then he's greedy. he's greedy and he's selfish. )
But you're welcome to try and convince me to play favorites.
is this the time to tell you that she's a steve woman?
ducking her head, she takes one step closer to him and lifts her hand up to brush her fingers against his left collarbone. ]
Would wearing the suit help convince you?
that's gross get out of here with that grossness
( god, he really needs to stop using that word as soon as she asks him a question. he could blame the fact that he's suddenly come back to life after being...somewhere but that's not it at all. he's stumbling because she's right there in front of him, offering to give him all the things he's fantasized about since he met her.
if he didn't know any better, he'd think this was some kind of utopia and he'd gone there because he'd done something good with his life.
he licks his lips. )
Are you offering to put on the suit for me right now?
( just checking. )
i'm sorry but this is my home as my name is on the door
Only if you want me to. Otherwise, I'm happy to wear this.
[ her large, flared slacks, her button-up blouse—it's the diana of now, not the diana he had once known. she wonders if he likes her like this, all poised and lived in. ]
your name is gross? wow.
but, the offer of her suit and being able to see it up close and personal? that's an offer that steve doesn't think he can refuse.
he licks his lips, laughing a little. he feels shy and he feels amazing. )
I want you to. ( he really does want her to. ) I'd love to see it.
( and admire it. )
that's my true name, don't tell anyone please
warm, solid—good. she likes that weight in her palm. it's a nice reminder that he's here, that her wish had brought him back. it's selfish to have done so, but diana hasn't asked for a lick of anything in return for her protecting the innocent and punishing the guilty. the amazons never asked for anything in return of their isolation. she deserves this. this is hers. ]
Come with me. [ gently, she tugs his hand and begins to softly pad her way down the hallway. she'll turn left into her room, which is as sparse as her living room and her kitchenette, with a large bed and her suit on a mannequin. she thought that added a nice touch, displayed and read for her to slip into when needed.
steve's photo is by her bedside table, one of him from the war. the photograph of them in veld with sameer, charlie and chief sits on her bedside table, too. her apartment remains devoid of so much but the little bits of herself she's willing to look at. ]
i'm telling EVERYONE i know
( he stops at the one of him during the war, tilting his head this way and that. he doesn't look too different from that time, he thinks. maybe older, a little more tired but he thinks he's aged well.
has he aged? he's really not sure if he can call it that considering he has no idea where he was and what he'd been doing. but, it makes him happy to see that she kept these. he'd rather her have them than anyone else.
tearing his gaze away from the picture, he steps into her bedroom and his eyes fall on the suit. he's seen it before but still, seeing it like this is something indescribable. )
You want me to sit on the bed?
but you know no one???
diana walks over to her suit, back to him. it gives her a moment to think of what she can say to his question. yes, she kept his photographs. yes, she'd sourced them however she could when she could. she had wanted pieces fo steve so that he could be remembered. no one understands the sacrifice he had made to save everyone.
looking at him over her shoulder, she smiles. ] Do you like your photos? I was thinking of getting a gigantic one for my wall. [ with her hands, she gestures to the wall in front of her—a closet, a set of drawers, a radio sit in its way—and she begins to peel off her slacks ]
hey i am not jon snow
( does that make sense? he's not sure if that makes sense but he hopes she understands what he's getting at.
he takes a seat on the edge of the bed, bending forward to rest his elbows on his knees. )
I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night and scream because my picture scares me.
you do have the height for it... 🤔
[ diana slides her slacks down her legs and steps out of them, standing in front of him in her black lace panties and her blouse. she smiles at him from over her shoulder. truthfully, a large photograph of his face would be too much. steve liked things small—and he was humble; she's glad she remembered that right.
beginning to undo the buttons of her blouse from the bottom up, she twists to face him. she wants to see him blush. ]
You have a very handsome face, Steve. You're more handsome than I remember.
don't be jealous that i'm a giant
( that wasn't completely true. he'd blushed a few times around her before, brief as they were. but, she had that power to see through him and to say things and ask things that just slipped right past his defenses and made him feel like a teenager again. )
I don't know, I think I look older than I should. I'm pretty sure I saw some new wrinkles and I tried to convince myself that some of the color in my hair was, in fact, not grey but...sunbleached blonde that wasn't quite there.
( let him have his delusions. )
kicks you in the shins
[ she'll just call it right out, looking at him and standing on the tips of her toes as her blouse falls open. shrugging it off, she stands in her bra and panties. walking over to him, she stands before him and cards her hands roughly through his thick hair. ]
It makes you look distinguished and alive. [ that last word hits harder than she'd like, but she keeps a smile on her face and her fingers in his hair. was his hair always this soft and thick? she loathes that she can't remember. ]
dumps you in a pit
whatever it is, he can't stop his eyes from falling shut and he can't stop himself from leaning into her hands. he should be looking at her and gawking at her but he can't.
he just can't stop from sinking into the feeling that he's alive and he's there with her. )
I'm alive. I am alive.
( he says it like he's convincing himself of that fact. he knows that maybe he shouldn't be and he can't really figure out why he's here but he's here. )
joke's on you i am already in the pit
steve is alive. she wished for him to be alive. perhaps this is the universe rewarding her for everything she's done, all the sacrifices she's made. she'd like to think it's the gods peering down at her and saying that she deserves to be happy.
gaze gentle, she brushes her fingers through his hair and glides her nails gently against his scalp. ]
Are you glad you are?
fills it with mud then
( he hasn't really allowed himself to think about the whole alive bit because he doesn't know how. he doesn't want to think too hard about it because he thinks that, if someone notices, they'll take it back and he won't be able to see her again.
his voice sounds a little strained and rough to his own ears and he doesn't want to ruin their time together with his emotions.
so, he pushes them aside and opens his eyes, tilting his head up and peering at her. )
I'm glad I'm with you.
this will be good for my skin
[ just in case that wasn't obvious by her gentle touch and a soft smile. she peers down at him fondly, not wanting to blink lest she find he disappears before her very eyes. she's had those visions before, where mirages appear just out of reach and disappear the moment she pelts her way towards it.
lips curving upward, she smirks. ]
Do you want me to put on the suit? Or would you prefer I stay as I am? [ she's a little hopeful he'll opt for the latter. there's more fun to be had with her half-dressed and his attention on her. what does his gaze feel like on her naked body? that's one thing the war and life itself hadn't given her the chance to experience. ]
way to be optimistic and shit
( trailing off, steve reaches up and slips one hand around her waist, trying to bring her closer so he can press his cheek against her stomach. her skin is warm and he can feel it seep into his skin.
he's alive. he repeats that over and over in his head, tells himself that this isn't some dream that he's having. this isn't a hallucination.
he's alive and so is she. )
I think I like you like this. Everyone gets to see you in the suit but not everyone gets to see you like this.
i will be the most beautiful tiny gremlin of them all!
[ a few have, but diana doesn't think that matters. loneliness is something she hadn't been accustomed to until she had travelled from themyscira and had lost each and every one of her beloved friends. as they had moved on, she had to as well. she prefers his eyes and his hands on her naked skin.
her hands slide around his hair to cup the back of his neck, holding him to her belly. he's warm against her skin and she wants to leech that from him forever. she wants him to be the only one who sees her out of the suit and out of her day to day clothes. ]
Put your hands on me, Steve.
and you will still sound like a chipmunk
( there's no way that steve's going to let this chance pass him by. he knows now that tomorrow isn't promised and he has to take advantage of today. he doesn't know if he'll wake up tomorrow and this will all be gone.
he doesn't know if he's going to wake up and just see darkness and know that he's left her alone. again. so, he's going to touch her and he's going to make sure he doesn't stop touching her until he can't.
steve keeps his cheek against her stomach and wraps his arms around her, sliding one of his hands up the expanse of her bare back, sighing at how good that feels. )
i will sound like a beautiful chipmunk and you will be jealous, mafia boss
so, now, she thinks she can possess this time like how her hands slide possessively into his hair and hold him against her. arching away from his hands for a moment (she's not used to the pressure of hands on her back), she relaxes and inhales deeply to only let it out. he's still here, even with that breath. ]
Your hands are very warm.
[ just as warm as they once were, but she keeps that to herself. ]
i will step you on you, chipmunk
( because he wondered. he wondered if, due to whatever force had brought him back, he'd be colder. he was alive, he can feel his heart beating but he knows he had died. he'd died and been lost so wouldn't it make sense for something to be different.
but she says his hands are warm and he's glad of that. he thinks she wouldn't say anything if he wasn't but he's glad that he still feels...right.
he nuzzles her stomach, closing his eyes and reveling in the quiet intimacy. steve wants to do more, of course, but this still feels new and he can't stop himself from sinking into it. )
how can you if i am so low to the ground???
it's nice to feel that again. diana hasn't felt light in years, not since etta died, at least. she had been the last bright light of that time in the world and she had been angry and beside herself when that light had been extinguished. ]
I didn't know what to think. I still don't know what to think. They never told me stories about things like this on Themyscira. I never thought this was even possible.
[ and if those stories existed, both her mother and aunt ensured they'd never wash up on her shores. sometimes diana wonders just how much was kept from her out of fear of what would happen next. ]
i hired another chipmunk
( steve doesn't want to drag down the mood but it's the truth. confusion swirls inside of him and though he tries to ignore it and push it aside so he can be happy that he's here, that he's with her. )
I don't think this is something they tell anyone. It's not supposed to be possible.
( but steve's found that...a lot of things are possible when he's around her. )
that was my other personality
[ the god of the underworld surely is some god of life and death. persephone is mere proof of that, a living, glowing being who seems to thrive in the darkness of the underworld more than she does in the spring. she feels like she's hades, having brought steve—her persephone—from some light back to the dark.
diana wonders if her true family lineage, her paternal relatives, would overwhelm steve. everything did in 1918. she liked that anything and everything seemed wonderful to him. ]
You're here now. They can write stories about it.
how many personalities you got, woman?
i'm a gemini so at least 70 minimum
i'm a gemini too and i only have five
you're a secretly chaotic gemini
or maybe i'm a libra!!! i don't know what that means but MAYBE
you're a sag, they're the worst and so are you 💖
your face sags
your bum sags more
your bum is your face
your face is my bum
ew gross no way
my ass is out of this world
your ass is a butt
and your face is an ASSFACE /mic drop
ooooo BURN
your face
your face's face
tall people never make sense
we're too busy making sure short people know when it's raining
ah, yes, by being my umbrella
ELLA ELLA ELLA couldn't help myself.
i'm embarrassed to be seen out with you
love me, love my terrible jokes
i'll take it under advisement but this can be fast tracked with a dog
i will give you a picture of a dog
i'll accept this as long as i get it now
i sent it airmail to you
does this include you piloting the plane?
hell no i'm sitting at home relaxing
i'm throwing you into the bin
stop throwing me into things!
picks you up and throws you once more
i'm too tall for you to throw
when i punch you in the knee and you double over you won't be so tall
i will fall on you when you knock me over
and i will become one with the wind and be agile enough to let the ground spikes catch you
you're so poetic, aren't you?
my poetry handle is shilliam wakespeare, you may have heard of me
wow can i have your autograph?
i autographed your nose earlier
i wanted you to sign my toe
i didn't want to tell you it was a bit smelly
how dare you it was not
it's okay that you're in denial, i'd be too if i smelled as bad as you
would you stop smelling me?!
no thank you
then you are not my friend
😔
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