#crazy how time flies when you have a hyperfixation

[yrsonpurpose]

@rwrbsource & @rwrbmovie's rwrb appreciation month bingo color: 🎂 happy one year! ♡

[cryptile]

as someone who hyperfixated on snakes for a bit, tell me about lizards :3

Heres some cool pet reptiles:

The emerald tree skink, i think the absolute most wonderful pet lizard ever. They are so friendly and you keep them in groups and a large interactive tank with loads of hiding spots and foliage. The most amazing part of them is how friendly and curious they are, seemingly by nature! They're known to run up to the doors of their tank whenever they see a human, and they love to climb onto arms and legs. They're rather small and very fast which is something that'd be a bad and scary thing (reptiles can be quite fragile), but if they're happy enough, they'll literslly just come back to you if they get lost. From what ive heard they just have a crazy interest with humans!

And- speaking of small lizards, the mourning geckos!! They're so so so good omg. They're TINY, all of them look exactly the same, like actually exactly identical. Why? They're all clones of eachother! All of them are the exact same female, copypasted a billion times. They reproduce asexually, they can impregnate their own eggs (actually theres a lot of animals, even mammals that can do this exact thing when in need, but it happens very rarely and its hard to study and observe). They need another member of their species to hang out with them for the eggs to get fertilized tho. Lesbian ace geckos! They also make very good pets if you like to observe. They eat fruit flies and i think also, like, standard gecko slop but idk.

And if tiny isn't your thing, you can look on the opposite spectrum of pet lizards. The argentine tegu is a HUGE lizard with a very gentle personality. If taken good care of and taught good manners, they make very smart and friendly pets. I am not sure if they drop their tail, but if they do its barely visible where they regrow it, theyre patient and can chill, like lazy scale puppies. Big fan of them, if i didnt have severe adhd and a small budget, I'd have one! I'd need a whole room of an enclosure tho :)

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships I see everything around me and I can't help but make a new oc..

Warning: this is long asf because it involves my interests. 😦

Anyways here's my oc based on a mythological creature 😃

Yeah. Her name's Dalia (i just pick names that i think would suit her smh) and she's a creature called a "manananggal" 'cause it's literally my fave one here I'm so scared of them but at the same time it's fascinating. I think my grandma saw one when she was pregnant.

Anywho in the daytime she has a human disguise.

(I know the picrew is repetitive but idk anymore okay)

So like how it works with her is that she lives near the tree of akasya (i know because i just do.) and she fends for her human self by selling homemade rice cakes (not cursed dw it's a normal food) and when night strikes she kind of.. turns into that demonic sort of creature (she has wings) and flies around for preys to hunt.

But here's the thing.

When this happens.. she detatches her upper body from her lower body part. Yeah. A 'manananggal'. Makes sense cause it has a root word "tanggal" which is.. to remove. She literally removes her upper body from her lower half. Yeah. If you find her lower half you could see the organs. It's weird.

(I know the meaning because IT'S MY LANGUAGE AND I LIKE WEIRD MYTHS HERE)

The thing is, in the original mythology of it, creatures like these have an appetite for unborn babies. That's the connection of the thing I said earlier about my grandma seeing one while she was pregnant. They hunt pregnant women.

But in MY version because this is MY character, she hunts.. well- you guessed it. Men. It's my birthday I can make a man-killer oc as much as I want.

Yeah.. so she just flies around in the upper half of her body with wings.. with exposed intestines and stuff.

And she has. A long. Ass. Tongue. From the roof to the very bed you sleep on. That's how long. (Like if you have a smaller house or something)

She would never prey on a pregnant woman.. unless the pregnant woman doesn't want the kid. Or like if it's a literal kid that carries the unborn child. She makes an exception.

Then she hunts the heart of the father. Cool.

Sadly she has a weakness. So she can be killed. If someone finds her lower half and rubs salt or ash or garlic over her exposed flesh.. she dies. No more man killer ☹☹

She lives alone with her "friends" (other creatures found to be a threat to regular humans) also

For the million dollar question.. I am still uncertain of her 🌈preference🌈 iyk what i mean.

I mean.. if Deena kills men near the sea..

Who's gonna take care of the land? (Ik she could but majority of the land ig)

Also trivia because i wanna do this.

- she has killed a fellow creature before. Crazy part is that it's her brother.

- overthinking if I should give her a Sigbin pet.

Okay I'm scared of these things and the only way for me not to be is to make it absolutely wholesome or hot. So do not mind it if I make her pet act family friendly. Moving on.

- also, she has another weakness that can't kill her, but can keep her away. Any sort of like.. amulets or charm.. talisman is also a word for that. Just to keep her away for the time being. (She's very strong but she also has a lot of weaknesses)

- I'd like to believe that if she were in the hellaverse (hazbin/helluva) she'd be an imp. I do believe one can kill her but if she arrives in hell idk if that would make her a sinner since.. she wasn't intentionally human. It's a disguise. Maybe like.. hell would just be a prison she can't get out of. Like you're not technically dead but you're there.

(Edit: okay. I can see her as an overlord now)

- she doesn't wanna kill people until she found out not everyone was innocent.

- she's very fond of sirens. She actually lives in a forest near a waterfall so there are definitely sirens there. She keeps an eye out of one and im pretty sure that's her hyperfixation. I think she has friends who are also sirens considering how much she loves them :DD

- "does it hurt when she detatches?" Sometimes it does, sometimes it feels like a small stretch.

- you CAN look at her respectfully. This is actually a fun fact. She's mother. 😍

- she's a shapeshifter. She can shapeshift into any person you know. That's another way to lure people. But she likes her human disguise so much sometimes she doesn't wanna transform. But she's gotta survive 😔

Idk that's all I can think of. I don't mind asks about stuff like her fav color i guess. Idk. #slay

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

Thank you for the tag, @steddieas-shegoes 😘

1. Are you named after anyone?

Technically no. My middle name is the same as that of a great-aunt (my grandpa’s sister) who died as a child, but I’m told that was coincidental rather than on purpose. 

2. When was the last time you cried? 

I cry a lot, it’s honestly embarrassing. It’s my default reaction to any kind of strong emotion, be it anger, happiness, sadness or anything in between, so this kind of question always makes me think very long and very hard. I think the last time was about 2 weeks ago during a fight with my husband. 

3. Do you have kids? 

Yes, one girl. She’ll be five in September and entering school next year in summer. Time flies, it’s crazy! 

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? 

So much and with such a deadpan expression that people who don’t know me that well often do a double take and ask if I’m serious. 😂

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

I’ve always been a clumsy couch potato, I literally had to take physiotherapy as a kid bc I used to trip over my own feet!

I did Judo for a few years as a teen, but the only reason I ever won any medals was bc I was a shrimp and the only one in my weight category. I had a very intense hyperfixation on fitness some 10 years back and was at the gym practically every day. I’d love to have that body back!

Nowadays, I just run after the kid. 

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people? 

Their sense of humor.

7. What’s your eye color? 

Hazel.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? 

Oh, I’m a sucker for happy endings, but I also won't say no to a good scary movie! 

9. Any special talents? 

I have an elephant memory, especially for words and languages. Once that stuff is in my head, it’s hard to get it back out. I still remember the very first poem they had us learn by heart in first grade, and it’s the same with lullabies, song lyrics, you name it. 

10. Where were you born? 

Lüdinghausen, which is a lovely little town with 25k or so inhabitants in west Germany. 

11. What are your hobbies? 

Reading, writing, drawing/doodling, crafting, a bit of photography, used to be really into knitting - if it’s by any degree creative, I’ve probably tried it. 

12. Do you have pets? 

For cats named Arya, Lyanna, Aegon (Egg) and Dany. One cockatiel named Mathilda. 

13. How tall are you? 

172 cm (you can convert this yourself, I’m European and bad at math!) 

14. Favorite subjects in school? 

ALL THE LANGUAGES!!!

15. Dream job? 

I’m pretty happy with the one I have. I work in internal communications and manage an intranet for roughly 3,500 employees, so I get to do a ton of text creation and always hear the hottest gossip! 

I'm tagging @becomingfoxes, @devilfella, @messessentialist, @peachypurr, @renaissan-vvitch, @sourw0lfs, @transmascsteveharrington, @wynnyfryd, @wormdebut and anyone who feels like doing this. ❤️

[spookyadhdgoblin]

ADHD-related things I do that I did not realize were ADHD Behavior

-Nesting, AKA putting comfort items or special interest items near a specific sitting spot (the end of the couch, rocking chair, the table, by the side of the bed, etc.)

-Background stimuli needed to help me focus

-computer keyboards need to be click-clacky to help my focus when writing

-Tv shows, movies or anything involving conversation as background noise disrupts my ability to focus on person-to-person conversation

-eye contact makes me nervous

-My phone is laid out a certain way so as to not get lost when trying to do specific things

-”Oh that’s a {insert object here}!” because I was staring directly at it but I was not processing what that object was because my train of thought was completely elsewhere

-”What did that page say?” “I didn’t really read that.” “F&ck that’s the third time I haven’t registered what that paragraph said.”

-”What?” *responds .2 seconds later as they take a breath to repeat themselves*

-”Repeat what you just said.” *instantly forgets what I literally just said*

- *buffering symbol when asked to do something*

-Jumping onto completely different topics out of nowhere, usually interrupting the conversation and confusing the other participants

-loud noises divert my attention

-interrupting my partner mid-sentence because I realized something my brain deems “uber important”, when really its nothing special or groundbreaking

-not understanding that “what are you playing/watching?” is asking to join, and instead treating it as a literal question and explaining what I’m doing instead of inviting them to join

-”where did my pencil/phone/lighter/hairtie/remote/etc. go?” while holding said object/it being right in front of me

-having comfort items that are against societal norms; like stuffed animals, adult pacis, crayons and coloring books, cartoons

-Anxiety and depression are co-morbid disorders that can arise as negative effects from ADHD due to societies rejection of the norm for neurodivergents

-I have forgotten to add a specific thing I do four times now while writing this

-I still don’t remember that thing

-oh right its the rejection dysphoria; I always thought that was just separation anxiety or an illogical fear that everyone around me hates me or is annoyed by me

-I feel like I look and sound as if I’ve lost my mind whenever I try to explain why my brain led to an off-the-wall comment I made because the train of thought that lead there was funny to me and no one else has that context so now I must explain that context and explaining it makes me feel as if I appear crazy

-*catching flies face*

-constantly moving objects or bouncing my leg when I’m understimulated

-hyperfixating on one specific idea/race/character and then no longer having that hyperfixation or avenue to cope with so I spiral into a deep depression bc nothing will ever make me that happy again

-400 million brilliant ideas only half-started and lying in a pile

-I’ve forgotten another specific point I was gonna put on here

-Hyperfixation with psychology and how other people’s trains of thought work

-Self-loathing because I don’t feel perceived as “normal” or valid by the majority of society

-all caffeine puts me to sleep, rendering energy drinks useless for me

-This post was only supposed to be a few points long

-recognizing ADHD in other people

-feeling validated when I see another person or fiction character with the same issues as me

-feeling like I lost my mind when new trauma exacerbated my symptoms

I may add more later or make another post about this. Glad I found a new outlet though through this. 

[skullrock]

the partners, chapter eight - Steve x Reader

chapter eight - what difference does it make?

series summary: you and Steve are police apprentices at Hawkins Police Station in the fall of 1986. you get along famously, but there’s something Steve is hiding, and there is an unknown evil lurking in Hawkins. [friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff]

chapter summary: A blow-out with Steve leads to confessions, despite getting your ass kicked.

warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of blood, punching, etc!

word count: 3.3k

a/n: here’s the Spotify playlist that goes with the series, and you can catch up here. this is THE CHAPTER, folks. hope you enjoy!

===

Steve realizes two things at once.

1.     He’s really pissed at you.

2.     He’s in love with you.

He lets himself focus on the “in love with you” revelation for a split second and pulls you into a tight hug, which is nice for a moment. For a second you think maybe he has repented his ways, but then he pulls back and pushes you.

“What are you doing here?” he hisses.

“I’m saving your ass!” you say, shoving him back. “What’s it look like I’m doing, shopping?”

“You can’t be here!” he says. You can nearly make out his twisted face in the darkness. “They’re going to –“

And then a third revelation hits him – this was the plan all along. This is what they meant by hurting him in another way. They’re going to kill you.

Steve hoists you up off the floor then, shoving you towards the door. “Please, I – I need you to go.”

“Steve, leaving without you isn’t an option,” you seethe. “I didn’t just have a bunch of 14 year-olds and Robin help me break into a Russian base for you to tell me to get lost!”

He gasps. “You got the kids involved in this?!”

“Yeah – by the way, thanks for keeping that really helpful secret from me!”

He shakes his head, stressed being an understatement. “I’ve got this!” He runs a hand through his hair, heart hammering in his chest.

“You’ve got this?! By – by sitting here and twiddling your thumbs?” You shove a finger into his chest – well, what you assume is his chest. “I’m the knight and you’re the damsel, princess.”

His hand flies up to his chest in shock. “I am not a damsel –“

“You are, and you’re coming with me –“

“I’m not leaving!”

You pause, incredulous. Tears pricking in your eyes, you begin to rant.  “You were my best friend, Steve. I was there for you…. We used to have fun together, remember? I bought you a blueberry danish and coffee every Monday morning. Every Monday morning, I went out of my way to make you happy.” You laugh sadly. “And then I try to help you, and you push me away? Why? What did I do to you? What did I do to you to make you prefer dying in a Russian fortress over coming with me?”

Steve’s silent.

“I just broke into this place to save your life. I risked mine for yours. I stood up for you and got fired for it – oh, and you never mentioned Carol would tell on me! I risked my life for you tonight and you don’t even thank me, you just push me away?” You laugh sadly again. “You’re an asshole.”

Steve feels tears well in his own eyes, but he blinks them away. He grabs your shoulders. “You need to go. Now.”

You scoff and shove him off of you. “To think! To think I ever loved you, Princess Harrington, Queen of –“

Steve blinks. “You – you love me?”

You open and close your mouth. You weren’t supposed to say that.

You’re about to give him a response when the lights flip on and the door opens. You and Steve turn quickly, staring at the guards standing in the doorway. Everyone freezes for a moment before you weakly ask, “Can we just have one more minute?”

The guards seize you quickly, grabbing you by the arms as you kick and writhe in their grasp. Steve tries to lunge for them, but he’s grabbed too, a man on each side. They pull you both to opposite sides of the room.

“Let go of her!” Steve shouts, twisting in their grip.

“Shut up!” you hiss. You don’t need him acting like he gives a shit now.

The guards start to pat you down for weapons and find your walkie, tossing it onto the floor. They grab the key card and dispose of it, too. Your gun is taken from you. One guard feels the knife on your thigh and his hand quickly reaches down your pants, making you gasp, and he pulls the blade out quickly.

“Don’t touch her!” Steve yells.

“Oh, like you haven’t done this before!” you retort.

Edwards comes into the room now, and you can’t help but to laugh. It all makes sense now - and Steve was right.

“Hey, asshole,” you say towards him.

Steve is going crazy. He feels like he’s drowning in the adrenaline and anxiety. It’s like he’s been kicked in the stomach, and you’re going to die before he can even tell you he loves you back.

Edwards grabs your chin and jerks it towards him. You narrow your eyes.

“How did you get in?” he asks.

You respond by spitting in his face. You knew there’d be repercussions, but it doesn’t make the pain of a guard’s fist flying into your ribs hurt any less. You can’t breathe for a second, hyperfixated on the pain, adrenaline rushing into your veins. You bend but snap back up, despite your body’s pleas to recoil. You couldn’t go down that easy.

“We have guards crawling all over this place. How. Did. You. Get. In?”

“You hired some really shitty guards,” you respond, and this time a fist makes contact with your jaw. You cry out and shut your eyes. Your heart beats in your ears and you suck in a sharp breath, whispering, “That hurt.”

“Now I know why you didn’t date her, Harrington,” Edwards says, amused. “She’s got quite a mouth on her.”

“Men seem to like that, don’t you know?” you say hoarsely.

“You don’t have to do this,” Steve says, voice cracking. “You can hurt me instead, please, just –“

“Steve,” you snap, frankly enraged that he’s trying to bargain for your safety after being a complete dick to you.

Another fist flies into you, this time hitting your cheekbone. Your head snaps to the side and your vision goes black for a moment before coming back. Your neck burns and your head aches, and before you can recover, you’re hit again, same place. Then a kick comes to your shin and your leg gives out from under you. The guards still hold you up, though, and you see a fist recoil. You moan out, “Oh, not my stomach, man!” but of course, you’re hit in the stomach, and you groan, breath knocked out of you yet again. You can start to taste blood in your mouth, metallic and sharp, and you can feel your pulse in every part of you. Your mind zones out, too focused on the pain, and you squeeze your eyes shut to stop yourself from crying.

Fists continue to rain down on you, mainly landing in your torso, and Steve cries, fighting even harder to get out of the hold he’s in.

“Please, stop!” he pleads. “You’re killing her!”

Your head pounds and you feel dizzy. You open your eyes to tunnel vision, focusing on one specific tile on the floor. You swear you can see every single imperfection in it, every crack and nook and discoloration. You’re in an extraordinary amount of pain. Every breath in feels like a kick and your stomach reels. You don’t even realize that you’re crying. One more blow to your temple and you finally give in to the pain, vision completely going black, body going limp.

They drop you then and let go of Steve, who runs to you and drops to his knees beside you. His head reels and anger and heartbreak flare in him, but he doesn’t have the energy to fight. All he can focus on is checking your pulse and making sure you didn’t crack your head when it hit the floor.

The guards collect your items and begin to leave, Edwards trailing behind them. He turns in the doorway to look at Steve, shaking his head, a sick smile on his face.

He turns, closes the door, and the room goes black again.

===

At first when you wake up, you don’t feel anything. For a split second, you think maybe you died – but then the pain slams into you, making your breath hitch. Every part of you hurts, and it hurts to breathe. You’re confused, too – when you try to open your eyes, it’s pitch black. With a groan, you try to pull yourself up, but a set of arms pull you back down onto something soft. Panicked, you try to get up again, and, again, you’re pulled back down. You hear something other than the ringing in your ears, a kind of hum, and you reach slowly behind you to figure out who has you.

“Hey, it’s me,” you finally hear. It’s Steve.

“Oh,” you mumble, letting your arm fall down to your side. “What…”

“You’re safe,” he says. “I’m right here.”

“Where are we?” you slur, finally opening your eyes. “Why’s it black?”

“We’re in the same room, they just shut the lights off.” You notice how thick his voice is; he’s been crying.

Apparently, getting the shit beat out of you makes you less angry at him. You feel your heart twitch and you frown. “Hey,” you whisper, trying to sit up again, but this time the pain knocks you back down. “Hey – don’t cry.”

He sniffles. “I’m not.”

You reach up and gently feel his face – it’s wet. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“Jesus.” A painful laugh slips past his lips, and he sniffles again. “You just got the shit beat out of you - and you’re worried about me?”

You make a weak noise in response.

It’s quiet for a while as you try to get your bearings and Steve tries to stop crying. “I get it now,” you finally say. “I get why you were so scared. The kids….” You feel his body tense underneath you, and you sigh. “I’m sorry, Steve. If I knew-“

“I’m sorry,” he interrupts. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for - for everything. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I’m sorry I didn’t protect you, I’m sorry I got you into this. I’m sorry I was a shitty friend.”

“You were a great friend,” you say, smiling faintly. “You were just a really shitty crush.”

He doesn’t think now is the time to tell you that he loves you.

“Heard that one before,” he jokes, and you adjust yourself.

“No,” you say. “You don’t have to be funny right now, Steve Harrington. We are probably about to die. You don’t have to crack any jokes.”

Steve’s face falls at the mention of the dire situation you both were in. Being in shit like this all the time desensitized him, he guesses - or maybe whoever was writing his life just had a fucked-up sense of how things should work.

“Did they tell you?” he asks. “About….” He trails off before he finishes.

“Starcourt,” you answer. “They told me what happened last year. I don’t know anything that happened before that.”

Steve wishes it would stay that way.

“Were you right?” you ask, words starting to slur together again.

He furrows his brows, but then gets it. “Yeah. It was Edwards and the Russians. They killed that guy for – for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

You go to shake your head, but it hurts. Instead you hum sadly in response.

“I’m sorry I said what I said last night,” you confess after a few minutes. “It was uncalled for.”

You hear Steve sigh. “No, it wasn’t. I deserved it.”

“Maybe,” you say thoughtfully. “But not like that. Not then. Not that way. And I’m sorry I didn’t bring your bat back in. I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner. I’m sorry for....” Your breath hitches and the feeling of your emotions catching up to you hurts more than the punches. Well, almost. You shake your head gently.

“Sorry for...?”

You take in the deepest breath you can but wince at the pain. Steve’s arms tighten around you and you smile. You settle into him, enjoying the contact. “That’s why.” That’s why you love him.

Steve laughs nervously. “You’re not makin’ any sense, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry for loving you,” you say, just above a whisper. You pause to gather your thoughts. “I didn’t mean to. God, I didn’t mean to. Even Robin told me it was a disaster waiting to happen.”

Steve is silent, so you continue.

“She warned me. She told me it wouldn’t end well. But, Christ... laying in your bed with you, looking up at you....” You laugh sadly. “I thought I was the only girl in the world....” You let out another small laugh, feeling pathetic. “I was being selfish. I won’t do it again.”

A thousand thoughts race through Steve’s head. When did you and Robin talk? Robin was right, but he wants to yell at her anyway. When did you fall in love with him? What do you mean you didn’t mean to?

“You’re not selfish,” was all he could get out. After a moment, he continues. “I was selfish. I thought I had to keep both of my lives separate. I thought I could have you as a friend and as a - someone to help me.” He swallows hard, pushing back tears. “But I was so – so awful - I didn’t think about your feelings. I didn’t think about how it affected you. I was trying to protect you but-“

“Steve,” you whisper. You reach up and touch his face, and he melts into your palm. “Shut up.”

Steve is taken aback at first, but then he starts to laugh. It starts out slow and low, but crescendos quickly into a hearty, stuffy, dorky laugh. He doesn’t know why he’s laughing - the shock of you telling him to shut up, just like you used to, or maybe it’s just the shock of the situation. You start soon after him, and although each jerk of your body hurts and sends your head careening, you can’t stop.

“I missed you,” he breathes finally. He grabs your hand and laces his fingers through it gently, reclaiming the bond of trust and care you both had.

“Missed you too,” you murmur, leaning back into him.

He wishes he could see you now, eyes alight and happy. He wishes he could see your smile and the look you always gave him - that look of patience, of kindness, of love.

Maybe he should tell you here.

“If it makes you feel any better,” he says slowly. He licks his lips and pauses. “Uh….”

“Did I look sexy getting beat up?”

“No jokes allowed,” he says, squeezing your arm gently. He takes a few deep breaths before speaking. “I love you. And it’s not something like I ever felt before. When I’m with you… I feel like I’m home. I feel safe. I feel like I can be myself. And I don’t feel that way around a lot of people. But you – you make me feel like I’m invincible.” He laughs softly. “Things are funny with you, even when they shouldn’t be. You make me feel like I have something to give. Like I’m smart. You believed in me, even when you didn’t know what the hell I was talking about… and no one else would ever even give me that chance.”

You’re quiet, but your heart is drumming in you at a fast pace, making your ribs hurt and head spin.

“You were patient with me. Kind. Even when I didn’t deserve it. You came to save my life after what I did to you.” He sniffles and clears his throat. “I’ll never be able to say sorry enough. Not even if I say it every single day for the rest of my life. And I wish … I know you deserve more than that. I know that. But I love you, Y/N. I always have but I just ….”

You bob your head lightly. “You couldn’t open up to me. I understand, Steve.”

“I love you,” he says, and his voice cracks. “I’m so sorry.”

You run your thumb over his hand as you think. It hurts to think, but you try. You try to find the words to respond, but you figure that maybe a kiss would say enough. You sit up again to face him, but something stabs your lower stomach. Your falter quickly, and Steve’s hands grab your biceps.

“Are you okay?” He asks, rushed and worried.

Your brows furrow and you bring a hand down to your waistband. Then you remember - they didn’t find the other key.

“Shit!” You shout, twisting your body painfully to look at him - well, look towards him. You wince aggressively before saying, “The key!”

“What key?!” He panics. “Are you-“

You gently reach down into your waistband and pull it out - it’s intact.

“This one!” You exclaim, shoving it towards him.

“What –“ his head moves back in disgust – “why is this so warm -“

“It’s a key card. It’ll get us out of here.”

You can practically envision his confusion in the dark. “Where -“

“I stole it earlier and hid it in my waistband and they didn’t find it. Keep up, princess.”

You go to stand but he gently pulls you back down. “Woah, woah, take it easy, will you? Jesus, you probably have ten concussions and a broken rib -“

“What’s your idea? Get killed?”

He narrows his eyes at where he thinks you are. “We have to formulate something before you just hop up and stumble out there.”

“Look,” you begin. You take a second to gather yourself – damn, you’re dizzy. “Doc Owens is coming, but we can’t sit in here and wait for liberation. They’re probably getting ready to kill us right now, execution style.”

“You didn’t need to clarify that, but – yeah, yeah, okay.”

“We need to get the hell out of here. I have this key card and it’ll open the doors for us. We go and find the walkie talkie and some weapons, and we get out!”

“How are you going to walk around here like that? And with me in these clothes?”

You freeze. “Let’s change outfits.”

Steve laughs. “There’s no way you’re fitting –“

“Finish that sentence and you’ll never have a chance with me, got it?”

“I – yeah – sorry –“

“You can wear this uniform and act like you’re a guard and I’m the prisoner. The hat might still be around here somewhere ….”

Steve laughs mirthlessly. “No way this will work.”

“It’s all we have!” you say, and Steve understands. You blindly trusted him for weeks – he can trust you blindly for a few hours. He sighs and starts to strip, throwing his shirt and sweatpants at you.

“Last time I saw you, you were in boxers,” you muse, gripping the sweats.

“Couldn’t let the Russians see my –“

“Steve!”

“I’m kidding! Jesus.”

He helps you pull your uniform off, both of you blushing and in an awkward silence the entire time. It’s difficult to get things off and on in the dark and with a concussion, but you both manage. Steve finds your hat on the floor and he grabs it, sighing as he tucks his hair up into it. If he gets gunned down looking like this, there’s going to be Hell to pay. He helps you up and you stumble into his chest, resting your hands on it. He smiles, happy to feel the contact.

“Are you ready?” you ask.

“Can I say no?” he asks.

“Haven’t you done this like, three times?”

He laughs lightly. “You never get used to it.”

You smile and grab his hand, twisting your fingers together. “Let’s do this.”

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