#yes i need more coffee

[caffeine-addicted-insomniac]

Bilbo planted the seed.. it grew into a beautiful tree.. his little nephew Frodo was very fond of this tree and could always be found reading neath it

[iridescentmirrorsgenshin]

Kaveh referring to the house the two share as ‘home’ to alhaitham, and alhaitham implicitly agreeing, saying that ‘my thoughts exactly’ which underscores how in tandem they have acted throughout the quest!?? i have THOUGHTS

Kaveh referring to the house as a ‘home’ solidifies that he sees alhaitham as a valuable companion, turning a 'house' into the 'home' which he sees as a place of comfort and understanding, in which words are not needed - which is referenced within this quest, with kaveh understanding alhaitham in needing help when researching the temple of silence, without alhaitham having to say anything

Him stating 'home' to alhaitham, as in, that he views the house they share as his ‘home’, signifies that a significant development has occurred in their relationship, with alhaitham seemingly implicitly confirming the same sentiment with ‘my thoughts exactly’, in relation to the two heading ‘home’ after stopping at the house of daena. This encapsulates the image of two as each other’s ‘home’ and ‘family’, which now is implied to be a shared sentiment... oh....,,,,

[ianthedebonair]

i am not immune to sidestep hg sibling au

The truth of his actual relationship with HG is kept secret and is only privy to Jake and Nocturne. Same old broody yearner, but his brother makes him put up an act of an affable and charismatic lieutenant to get in the good graces of their accomplices and keep them in check.

He makes sure his brother's threads' integrity remain intact for threaded individuals, and tempts unthreaded ones with ideas of sedition/treachery/etc. to test their loyalty and dealing with them properly if they fail.

I'm imagining a rivalry of sorts for HG's favor between him and Jake with some underlying sexual tension (flirting on each other to get on each others' nerves, the works). HG finds it amusing but, ultimately, it doesn't really go anywhere (Jake's threads makes sure of that).

Damien himself has grown tired of the his life and wanted to break free, but it went horribly wrong the first—and last—time he tried* almost a decade ago. He's practically resigned to his fate until he meets Charge once more who thought he was legitimately planning to betray HG and proposes a partnership between them.

*sidestep days (never showed his face); heartbreak; kidnapped by the farm; eventually escaped and found by HG

(idrk where i'm going with this i just wanted to draw wearing something fancier than a pair of jeans lol)

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU - Breakfast

Okay! So. I know this isn't the one you guys were probably expecting.

BUT I HAD AN IDEA! :D

and because this whole drabble serie is loosely hanging together with just my pure power of will I am adding it! :D

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As always we have no beta and zero editing, just me and my fast typing and dyslectic ass trying her best.

Also... Enjoy Crop's thoughts :D

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Crop hangs up the phone as he sighs next to the chicken coop. The chickens are still mostly asleep as the sun hasn't risen but with his new guests Crop figured it was best to get his chores out of the way early.

And collect a few fresh eggs.

He slowly moves through the coop to carefully grab the eggs from his very sweet chickens. They always work with him and he is very lucky with all these ladies.

As he goes over his mental list as he collects the eggs. He made sure to call his brother to both warn him and to ask him to get extra supplies. He is going to call the local doctor after breakfast.

Either way, his brother knows they have quests and the most basic of explanations. He is bringing more food and general things for them to use and will tell people in town today as he does their shopping.

Crop just... needs to make sure they are comfortable.

Crop chuckles as he holds the basket with eggs in one arm as he pulls out his phone and finds the picture he took this morning.

So he may have sneaked a look at his guests before he went to do his work. He just wanted to be sure they were comfortable and not bothered by anything. He remembered how souldeep tired all of them had looked and how tense most of them had been. He just wanted to be sure that they were actually comfortable resting.

What he foudn as one pile of skeletons all locked together and sound asleep. Little Nightmare in the middle being held close and protectively by Killer. Dust pretty much plastered to the two of them on Nightmare's other side. Cross had layed on Killer's side, squeezed right between Killer and the wall. Horror had been laying by Dust's side. All of them completely out as the open window let in the fresh summer air.

Crop had silently snapped a picture before leaving again. Oh! That is what he should do! He quickly texts Papyrus to also buy a picture frame and to print the picture for it. After which Crop send the picture and Papyrus replied with a message that he will get it done.

Crop figures they will want to make the attic a bit more theirs.

Crop knows they won't stay forever. He knew that when Horror first visited and he knew that when he and Dust visited together. It is just... the farm gets lonely and it is nice to have friendly faces around!

He walks down the dirt path back towards his farmhouse. It looks peaceful and Crop prays this really is what they needed. Even if it is just for a little while. He makes sure to try and be quiet as he enters the house again but the door still creeks.

Crop waits for a moment but hears nothing from upstairs and closes the door again. He goes to the kitchen and thinks it over as he prepares coffee for himself. As it brews he looks around the kitchen.

What to make. What to make.

Maybe omelettes? those are usually a good go. Eggs themselves are an amazing source of protein and together with some fresh vegatables...

Crop nods and starts taking out the right ingredients. He takes out a few extra eggs as he has quite a few mouths to feed today and he gets to work on cutting up vegatables. Crop is just considering turning on the radio just to get the silence to be less pressing when he sees a shadow out of the corner of his socket.

He turns and freezes. Because that is a very tiny six year old staring at him. Crop manages to keep in the coo as he takes in the sight of Nightmare in an oversized t-shirt.

Crop smiles "Sorry if i woke you."

Nightmare tilts his skull a tiny bit before answering, his voice is soft spoken but it is clear as a bell, "You didn't wake me." his mouth and teeth pitch a little bit up "I am what Killer calls 'one of those cursed morning people'. Usually I get up with Cross and Horror but both were tired."

Crop nods as he turns back to continue his chopping "I see. Well. YOu will be happy to note I am also a monring person." he finishes chopping up a few onions before moving over to the peppers "I am sitll working on breakfast. Do you have any preferences for your breakfast."

A light hum that sounds a bit closer before he answers "Not really. Is it okay if I sit here?"

Crop wants to just lay his face on his counter because he is so wellmannered it is so cute! Crop remains strong however and shoots him a grin, silently noting that Ngihtmare had somehow moved himself into a chair without making a single sound.

Crop nods "of course. Happy to have you keep me company." he takes a sip of his coffee before turning back to Nightmare with a frown "Do you want anything to drink? I have some orange juice."

Nightmare tilts his skull and nods "orange juice is fine..." he does eye the coffee wishfully.

Crop looks at his own mug before grinning "Are you allowed coffee or will that get your four friends all mad at me?"

Ngihtmare blinks before looking a bit happier "It should be fine. It never harmed me before."

Crop nods and grabs another mug, one with little goats on it, and fills it with some coffee. He turns to Nightmare "How do you take it?"

Ngihtmare smiles a bit more sheepish "Lots of milk and sugar..."

Crop chuckles and nods as he prepares it "Much like my brother than. Says if he doesn't add those things it just tastes like regret." he finishes the mug and puts it by Nightmare's arm. Nightmare watches him for a moment longer before taking it and taking a sip.

Crop grins and goes back to preparing the omelettes and just knowing that someone is nearby makes the silence much more bareable.

"Don't I bother you?"

Crop pauses for a moment before snorting "If you being in the kitchen with me while i cooked bothered me i would have requested you go to the living room. It is fine Ngihtmare."

a small sigh before he speaks again "No. I mean me in general."

Crop blinks and looks over "Why would it?"

Nightmare frowns at him before shrugging as he looks back to his coffee.

The silence returns but Nightmare doesn't ask anymore questions. aparently the ltitle thing that Crop said was enough. Crop hopes that he didn't leave a bad first impression.

Crop starts with cooking the first egg and vegetable mixture.

He watches it before he can't help it anymore "Nightmare... I was wondering something... and it is fine to not answer..."

Nightmare hums and waits.

Crop frowns but speaks "Doesn't it bother you to be here?"

Nightmare is silent for a bit longer before humming questioningly.

Crop keeps looking at the eggs "It is just... you don't know me... or any of this place... doesn't it bother you to be here?"

Nightmare is silent for a while before answering "I don't have to be worried. I am not alone."

Crop stops and turns to Nightmare "Huh?"

Ngihtmare looks at him and continues to speak "They won't let anything happen to me. I don't have to worry." he speaks with such a certainty.

and Crop can't help but be curious "really?" he leans on the table "I don't mean this in anyway negatively or to make you doubt yourself... it is just... they left right? Horror said as much, and immediantly said he regretted it!" it feels important to reinforce that! "and well... he showed me... the book of dreamtale...."

Nightmare doesn't blink at the comment of being left alone but he does look bothered with the dreamtale comment. he looks at the coffee with a frown "oh...."

Crop frowns "It is just... how... how are you still able to trust people after that?" he chuckles and rubs his neck "I know that i would have a hard time being willling to trust others if all those things happened to me..."

Horror frowns as he looks at his mug before shrugging.

Crop nods and chuckles "right... sorry... that is a very personal and loaded questions..." he quickly turns back to the safe area which is preparing breakfast.

The silence continues before Nightmare speaks just barely above a whisper "they came back..." more silence before even softer "no one ever did that... that is how i knew they were different...."

Crop feels his soul just break at that... how terrified this poor babybones would ahve been. had still been.

crop froces his voice to speak. He needs to make sure that the young child knows he was heard and understood "I see. that would make them much more trustworthy."

a soft hum of acknowledgement.

Crop can't help but wonder why Nightmare would tell him. Is it just that... Ngihtmare now as a six year old just doesn't have the same mental view on things? That he doesn't see the same boundries for topics as he saw before? Or... is it because there is someone acutlaly listening to him? Crop doesn't know and he doesn't dare to ask. He doesn't want to question his motives and make him question them.

Crop nods and thinks for a moment before speaking again "So... other subject... do you still have to do the whole god of negativity job still? Because that just seems rude and illegal... Do gods have a rule against child labor?" Crop desperately tries to find another subject and figures this would work.

A light giggle and Crop can't help but stare because nightmare giggling to hismelf is adorable. Ngihtmare shakes his skull lightly "No... I don't think I sitll got that job..." he looks thoughtful "Maybe this is part of being fired? I am not sure..." he then shoots him a look, a small eye brow raised and he looks very sassy and smug "Also, I am not a god of negativity, or well I never was."

Crop blinks and tilts his skull "you weren't?"

Ngihtmare shakes his skull "I was a god of balance. I just decided to also be the guardian of negativity. It fit with the powers i had gained and it was needed."

Crop finishes another omelette as he asks "Why negativity? If you had the choice why not pick positivity?"

Nightmare blinks at him with wide sockets before he speaks "Because positivity doesn't need a guardian but negativity does." he rolls his sockets nad mutters softly "don't get why dream did what he did...."

Crop frowns "What do you mean? Why does negativity need a guardian but positivity not?"

Ngihtmare tilts hsi skull and looks amused "Because everyone wants to be happy. Everyone chases the positive things in life... wlel not everyone but most people." he traces the mug "negativity gets pushed aside for positivity... but negativity is needed... i mean... you can't exactly just be happy about the death of someone you care about. you need negativity, that is how you can grieve and move forwards. Anger is needed when you are hurt or see injustice..." he looks down "people will try to chase positivity. but if you just feel positivity.... well... you can't appreciate the good without being aware of the bad."

Crop blinks and speaks "You can't have light without shadows... you cna't have day without night..."

Ngihtmare looks up and nods "So i decided to guard the negativity, helps a lot with mental health and progressing trauma." and he shrugs before snorting "not that it matters anymore. I am not that anymore."

Crop chuckles "how are you so sure about that?" Ngihtmare shrugs again and crop figures that is a question he won't answer for him.

Crop tilts his skull "Was there a favourite feeling for you? Like as god of emotions and stuff? Something you enjoyed to feel form others?" it sounded weird to ask but Nightmare acutally looks thoughtful.

Nightmare nods to himself "I think amazement... it is just... nice... i like how those work and felt for others."

Crop nods and thinks for a moment "I think my favorite is contentment." is that an emotions? Maybe.

Nightmare tilts hsi skull but ends up nodding "Because it is a bit more humble but still what you need?"

Crop blinks but nods "kinda."

Nightmar elooks smug to have figured it out before turning back to his mug "eggs are burning."

Crop blinks before cursing and turning back to safe the food. He manges to do it and pants as it lays a bit darker than it should be on the plate.

Crop freezes and looks over his shoulder "don't tlel them i cursed in front of you please."

Nightmare hums "I won't. Not that it matters as they do it too sometimes. would make them hypocrits."

Crop laughs as he nods-

A smash from upstairs and a panicked voice calls out for nightmare. Nightmare looks unsurprised as he continues to drink his coffee.

Crop raises his voice slightly "he is in the kitchen! We are making breakfast."

Silence before rushed steps and crop laughs as he turns back to the stoof.

It is amazing to have more people in the house again.

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hihihihihi i like crop. he is so curious and down to earth :3 He is just a sweet guy! :D

[kj-yikes]

17. Family

(on ao3 here)

Kara's eyes open blearily to see the beginnings of the morning sun's rays shining through their bedroom window. Running a hand through her hair, she rolls over and sees that her wife is still asleep, clutching her pillow and feet touching Kara's. Kara smiles and watches Lena's steady breathing. Years of waking up next to Lena, and it's still the most beautiful sight in the world to Kara.

Smiling, Kara slowly extricates herself from the bed, careful not to wake Lena, and opens the bedroom door. She stretches, yawns. Crossing the kitchen, she opens a cabinet and grabs two glasses. From behind the closed door down the hall, she hears rustling and a muffled voice. Smiling, she sets the cups down on the counter and crosses the kitchen to open the bedroom door.

"Yeyu!" a small voice calls. Her three-year-old daughter sits up in her bed, surrounded by stuffies she had so carefully arranged before bed last night. Kara's heart swells with affection the way it always does when she looks at her daughter, her little miracle.

Years ago, Kara had given up on ever having a family of her own. As Supergirl, she thought she had sacrificed a quiet, domestic life, because how could she have a partner who was willing to always have their life in danger? How could she take care of a child when she was busy saving the city?

The dance between friendship and something more with Lena had lasted years, and on Kara's side, part of the reason she never acted on her feelings was the fear that one day, Lena would decide it was too much, that while she could love Kara Danvers, she wouldn't be able to love Kara Zor-El, who flies off at a moment's notice to save the day.

But Lena had stayed anyway. Lena loved every part of her. Lena wanted a life with her. Lena wanted it all with her, and a couple of years ago, when Kara had whispered her greatest secret desire to her wife one night laying in bed entwined in one another, Lena whispered that she wanted it too, and she worked tirelessly to make it happen.

Their daughter, Kieran, a perfect blend of both of them, was born a year later. It had been some of the best months of Kara's life, watching their little miracle grow inside of the love of her life. Thirteen-year-old Kara, who crash landed on Earth and was heartbroken to discover that her mission, to raise little Kal-El, was moot, would never believe the life that she has now.

"Good morning, iskah," Kara says in Kryptonian as she places a kiss on her unruly, dark curls, mussed from the night's sleep. "Ready to get up? It's a little early, but I won't tell Mama if you don't." The girl's bright blue eyes light up as she grins and moves to clamber out of bed, carrying her favorite stuffed elephant and her blanket dragging the floor as she runs out of the room.

"Shh, don't wake Mama yet, okay? Do you want to help me make coffee?" Dark brown curls bounce as Kieran nods enthusiastically. Kara preps the beans and puts them in the grinder, then lifts Kieran up to sit beside the espresso machine. Her little legs dangle and kick the counter.

"Okay, do you want to press the bellow? Make sure all the grounds are out?" Kara guides her tiny hand to the bellow and helps her pump it a few times, until Kara can hear that all the grounds have cleared. She slides the portafilter out and tamps it before sliding it back into place into the machine.

"Do you want to hit the button?" Kieran nods enthusiastically and reaches around the machine to press the flashing button. "Perfect, baby. You make the best coffee." The smile Kieran gives her is the splitting image of Lena's, and it makes her heart clench.

"Can I have coffee?"

Kara laughs. Kieran has been asking for coffee for the past few weeks, and every time Kara gives her a sip, she hates it. Even at three years old, Kieran is strong willed and curious, always wanting to try new things and explore and experiment. Kara thinks she knows where Kieran gets it from.

"How about I give you a sip of mine when I'm done making it, and we make you some chocolate milk too?" Kieran squeals in delight, little feet kicking the cabinets. Kara pulls out the milk and chocolate syrup and lets Kieran squeeze a little syrup into a sippy cup.

Kara finishes making the coffee for herself and Lena, letting Kieran drop a few ice cubes into each glass. "Let's go bring Mama her coffee and wake her up."

Having been let loose from the cabinet, Kieran races to the bedroom door and stands on her tippy-toes to open it. She scrambles up onto the bed as Lena stirs, Kara following close behind with the two cups of coffee.

Lena's brow furrows briefly as an elbow accidentally lands in her stomach. Kara is always amazed that Lena, her sweet, grumpy wife who sometimes can't form a coherent sentence before her morning cup of coffee, always manages a smile and words of affection for her daughter no matter how early in the morning it is or how little coffee she's had. She smiles affectionately as she watches her daughter squirm until she's burrowed in Lena's arms.

"Mmm, good morning, darling. It's a little early for you to be up on a weekend." Kara grins guitily.

"Sorry, sweetheart. She was already awake."

"We made you coffee!" Kieran exclaims.

"Oh, good, thank you iskah. Because you know if your Mama doesn't get her coffee in the morning, she's a monster." Lena raises her arms and growls before digging her fingertips into Kieran's stomach. As the girl's laughter echoes throughout the room, Kara climbs into bed and hands Lena her coffee. Lena smiles at her gratefully and leans forward for a quick kiss.

Kara adores slow, sleepy mornings like this with her little family. Her heart swells with gratitude as she wraps an arm around her wife and her daughter settles between them.

Kara once thought that her purpose in life, the reason she survived the destruction of Krypton, was to be a hero and save Earth. Now, though, she's found other meaning in life too. She finds it in these quiet moments and in the way her daughter smiles up at her and in the way she discovers with Lena how to be the kinds of parents that honor their pasts and their daughter. Teaching her daughter to be brave, strong, cunning, and kind like her mothers, and holding and remembering the stories of Krypton. That seems like just as good of a purpose in life as being Supergirl, and she's so grateful she's able to have it all.

[theplantbish]

Me, as I'm about to start playing coral island: I don't know who I'm going to marry in this game. Mark caught my attention right away but I want to get to know the characters better before I make my decision, maybe I'll like someone more than him :)

Me, three seconds into the game, running around the island: WHERE IS HE? WHERE'S MARK? BRING ME MY FUTURE HUSBAND!!

[woundedsoul12]

I have always had a thing for fancy coffee and tea, and collecting cute mugs. And mushrooms. My best friend just got me this new one so I can drink my morning cuppa

[rrainestorrm]

I'm actually insane (Done in about an hour and a half, including putting the edit together, holy moly) I have some feelings about Jay... and since season 2 part 2 comes out officially today, have a draft! spoilers for part 2 :)

THIS IS NOT THE FINAL ANIMATIC -- this is just a timed storyboard for now. I plan to add a few details, polish it and maybe even animate a few bits here and there... and the end screen will be colored and credits and such added. This is... part of what I'm getting a degree in lmao.

If you like it, consider reblogging? Especially when the full one comes out? Since I don't get paid for this quite yet just getting the word out is much appreciated :3 (for clarity I would not get paid to do Dragons Rising animatics regardless since it IS copyrighted content unless somehow I ended up WORKING on Dragons Rising which is a DREAM OF MINE but sadly unrealistic given my experience -- my getting paid refers to if/when I provide animatics/storyboards for a production).

[invinciblerodent]

and another very small, very minor entry on the list of Things I'm Getting Just a Tiny Little Bit Miffy About Seeing Repeated (Not Angry Just Ever So Slightly Annoyed)TM:

dnd elves do, in fact, mature at the same rate humans do. they're not "like children" or "not considered full adults" until they hit 100- not to anyone other than other, older elves.

like I get where the thought comes from, I fully understand it, I've read many of the source materials myself, I've read Mordenkainen's and see where the misunderstanding comes from, but... to a human, or a tiefling, or anyone else shorter-lived than an elf, a 50-, 60-, 90-year-old elf is just like a 50-, 60-, 90-year-old of their own race would be. they just look much younger than their age, and act in accordance with their personality, which is.... much less tied to someone's age than many may think. (I mean, have you never met a 50-year-old who seems just staggeringly immature? a 20-year-old who is wiser than their years would allow? have you never been to a retail establishment???????)

it's only the other elves who view a younger one as emotionally immature, and that's mainly because they have yet to bury their first generation of friends and loved ones: something a shorter-lived person only has to do once, while elves may very well go through several cycles of that in one lifetime. They have also not yet had their Drawing of the Veil, when they stop being able to access primal memories, memories of their soul's previous lives, but it's mainly the "all my once-powerful and vibrant friends are now frail and dying from old age, and yet here I remain, as young, strong, and beautiful as the day they met me, untouched by the inexorable crawl of time, what is mortality, what is death" thing.

if the people of Faerun in general thought of a 40-year-old elf as immature, as if they were a child, Astarion would have just patently not been an appointed civil administrator and judicial officer (which is what a magistrate is) 200 years ago. like he could have of course been lying when he said that that's what he was, but taking it as the once-truth, nobody would have let someone they see as a child fill such a position of responsibility. It was, however, a perfectly mundane thing for a learned adult man, such as he was, to do. (what he may or may not have done with the power he allegedly had, the kind of person he was, and whether letting him have power was the right move overall, is pretty much completely irrelevant at this juncture. corrupt officials exist regardless of age, just look at the judicial system of any country today.)

an older elf like Halsin, their maturity is not just on a different level, it's measured by a different metric than that of a shorter-lived character.

it's hard to accurately roleplay or grasp something like this with our human minds, none of us have ever spoken to a 300-year-old after all, but.... a 100-year-old elf is not a "young adult", unless you're an elf yourself. If you're a human, they're just... an adult.

[cerbaros]

Elftober 26 : Companion(s)

They don't get many days where the entire guild gets no work commissions. Its nice to spend those days relaxing in a random corner of the city.

[castielsupernatural]

being grown up is so fucking cool. i listen to music i like whenever i want and i can make friends with people at places i like going to and i can decorate my house with cute little wall sconces while that my mom didn’t say they look like a dick and balls

[caffeine-addicted-insomniac]

*rewatching Sherlock*

Seriously tho why does not one talk about the Blind Banker episode?

That is literally one of the only episodes that booglesnoop cumsquatch aka Sherlock Is wearing jeans

JEANS!!

[dyrewrites]

Here is the MC, and here is his job.

Now here's this side character, who is better at it in every way.

Are they there to help make the MC look better?

No, they're there to make them look like a goddamned idiot and remind them of how stupid they are acting and how maybe...just maybe...they should stop punishing themselves for something that is totally natural to want.

And also get back to work please I can't do my job and yours too.

[lovely-bellflower]

I wanna see a story about how once upon a time forever ago, Stephanie was a pregnant teen who had to give up her child for adoption. I need a modern comic that talks about that.

So many of the sensitive subjects comics used to talk about is no longer referenced or used. Like how numerous characters had families with drug addictions or they had addictions themselves. I want to read about how that affects them today as adults or in how they treat others such as civilians that may have the same problem.

I don’t believe for a second either Barbara, Bruce, or Tim don’t keep a subtle eye on the baby as it’s growing up acting like a guardian angel from afar. So much personal connection between characters’ past with their present and how they treat civilians has been lost and I feel like a lot of stories suffer for it

[shares-a-vest]

WIP Weekend

I was tagged by the very talented @momotonescreaming Thank you!

I'm back from the major brain scramble/writer's block. Here's hoping I can make some progress 😊

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post.

The Files:

Clarkson Mixtape Fic

Steddievember

Unpublished Flufftober

Ooky-Spooky Boy

Snippet:

From Steddievember:

“Nah, uh,” Steve tuts, lightly smacking Eddie’s greedy hands away before they can roam too far, “No touching... With your hands, that is.” Eddie smacks his forehead against Steve’s thigh and groans. “I hate you.” “No, you don’t.” Eddie lifts his head, sucking in a breath as he now glares up at him. “So, this is how this is gonna go?” Steve quirks a brow, challenging as he remains silent. He places his hands on his hips, hunching his shoulders up just enough so that his running shirt lifts just enough to expose a sliver of skin. Eddie looks - because of course he does - and chews at his bottom lip. “Game on, Stevie,” he says after a moment, quickly returning to ogling the front of his shorts.

Tags (no pressure as always): @cranberrymoons @withacapitalp @thefreakandthehair @steventhusiast

[madamairlock]

Got some good writing done today and then it all collapsed into incoherent screaming notes to myself because my timeline fell apart. I think. Idk. That’s part of the problem. And the notes got more unhinged, so pray for me when I open up that document again….