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dnncats · 5 months
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slaying while slaying 🔪🩸
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inkskinned · 9 months
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it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.
yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.
it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.
how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.
chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?
how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.
"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.
i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.
#writeblr#warm up#i can't write rn but i have SO much words in here bc im reading the chorus of dragons books#(just started book 4)#and this woman's writing is just LIVING in my brain. let me out!!!#(i read roughly like 2-4 books a week usually bc i go on long walks with my dog but when a book is REALLY good like. it eats my life. )#anyway ...... so like here's a story that idk i've tried to explain to other people as being wild#but maybe im the only one who thinks it is wild???#so i play pokemon go (i just started in jan) bc i love pokemon and as i have mentioned i walk goblin for like an hour in the morning#and i don't like a lot of fitness trackers due to the fact it makes me .sad. but i also wanted the little digital rewards. enter pokemon go#anyway so they make you make friends to complete quests. so i used a reddit thread. i do not usually use reddit. i don't have an acct#i lurked. i just googled like ''pokemon go reddit '' and randomly added a bunch of numbers#i was on that page for all of 15 minutes. there are THOUSANDS of responses on that page.#here's what's wild: in that group of people. even though i am not on reddit and it was one random event once#it turns out one of those people lives in the town i live in. or at least very close. i only know this because#when we send each other gifts. it's from the same freaking area.#i can't ask them to meet up bc pokemon go doesn't have a messaging app lol but like . what are the fucking chances that#a random person posts in a random reddit thread and HAPPENS to get added by someone ELSE from their SAME TOWN#who by pure fucking CHANCE is ALSO playing pokemon go and looking for friends#i googled it there's only 42000 people in my broad region. the .......... smallness ! of the world!!!
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fernsnailz · 8 months
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i unlocked a new kind of insomnia i'm calling "Gobby Night" where my mind constantly replays all of willem dafoe's lines from the sam rami spider-man movies while i'm trying to fall asleep
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obsob · 2 years
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precious cargo
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a-wynterwonderland · 7 months
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"Cybertronians don't have lungs" okay but imagine how many of them would be weed smokers if they did. Half of the Lost Light would get thrown into the brig, Whirl would pass out blunts like they were candy (Don't take them), Brainstorm would figure out how to make their version of edibles, nobody knows where they're getting it from but Megatron had to physically restrain Magnus from interrogating the entire crew about it. Rodimus is like "lol. lmao" about it
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theshadowrealmitself · 3 months
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Can we get more Spider-Man content? I’ve already read through all of the current ones, and I crave more. All of your posts are great and I’d love to see more of them.
I’d love to make more fun posts but I’m still recovering from being sick rn and classes just started back so I’ve been mostly suffering these past few days so my brain just hasn’t really been working 😭
But! I can leave this one thought for you:
Peter Parker working for Norman Osborn while he’s still an undergraduate and getting into a whispered heated argument with him when Norman a) takes one of Peter’s designs and unveils it without crediting him and also b) removes safety features from it to make it cheaper to manufacture it
Peter quits on the spot when he realizes Norman isn’t sorry for what he’s done and isn’t gonna make things right, and Norman threatens him with never getting to “work in this town again” and good luck proving those were his designs and Oscorp’s also keeping all of Peter’s other stuff that they’ve stolen from him
(This is about the time that Norman’s started taking the goblin serum so he’s just at absolute peak asshole™️ mode)
Within seconds of Norman telling Peter he won’t stand a chance against Oscorp’s legal team, especially as a broke college student, Matt Murdock shows up after sprinting towards them (his super hearing letting him hear the entire argument) to hand Peter his business card and let him know he’ll take his case pro-bono
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torbek · 8 months
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Holy Moly
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hybridalex17 · 2 months
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Sorry not sorry, but i HAD to draw something with the brain rot i currently have, i couldn't help myself XDD
But oh, oh, oh my favorite parallels with the original show, how much i love to add them in my fics jkjkj. XP
But yeah, poor Harry will have to see his own past self in Peter but in more sinister and, maybe, even psychotic form.
Just imagine what he'll feel ESPECIALLY with everything that already is going on in their city.
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nzn43 · 3 months
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tangledinink · 7 months
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my brain is like “we can’t possibly go to sleep we haven’t made nearly enough progress on this comic yet” and I’m like. hey bestie I’m just saying? we already posted a new comic today. and yesterday. and two days before that. and two days before that. and the day before that, too, so like. i think we’re ok actually.
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designernishiki · 7 months
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is there a comprehensive list somewhere of all the serious injuries kiryu has ever gotten because man am i curious. i want to know the Full Scope of how fucked up this man’s body must be
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eggs-can-draw · 1 year
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Oh, you’re the Ultimate Hope, right?
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frankensteined · 3 months
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HER
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lynxfrost13 · 3 months
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Man for some reason the “not living up to my potential” in terms of my art is really hitting today which is stupid.
Hey brain you know that art is a forever journey and that it’s okay to grow and learn and not be perfect right???
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theadhdgoblin · 11 months
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hotluncheddie · 2 months
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breakfast.
ok, i've decided my late night freak shit needs its own dedicated post, so here we go! i put on my big boy pants and wrote a real stuffing scene!!
wc: 3.6k | rated: E | tags: getting together, belly kink, stuffing, feedee eddie munson, feeder steve harrington, semi public sex (in eddies van) | Ao3.
based off this anon and subsequent tags by @scoops-aboy86 <3
condensed ver: when the older kids meet up to hang out, during college, eddie stuffs himself with beer and food and weed (perfect, normal for him). steve notices and steve likes it, so he brings eddie breakfast in his car the morning after. read here a little eddie background and the subsequent morning after.
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he figured it out once he got to college and had access to his all you can eat pass for the food hall. in addition to becoming know to always having weed, could usually sell you a little, has the good stuff. that got him invited to parties, hang-outs with other stoners, who just wanted to repay his hospitality, usually with beer, and food. who was eddie to say no? and he just didn't think much about it, how much he liked drinking and smoking and eating till he couldn't move. he just knew he did. so he did it, every weekend, every friday night. sometimes on a wednesday. sometimes he didn't drink, just smoked and ate, sometimes he didn't drink or smoke. some nights, alone in his dorm room. eddie just fucking ate.
so when he heard the plan to hang out, just the older kids, all back in hawkins for break, he knew it could be a normal night for him, giving in and eating like a pig (that word makes him blush, his dirty little secret). and then he was a little disappointed that no one said anything, about him, how he looked now, the rate at which he was chugging beers and pounding burgers. a comment might've been a little embarrassing. he might've want it to be, he thinks he might like that.
he thinks he sees steve staring. noticing when eddies beer was empty, or when he'd finishes another container of food. offering the rest of his, the last of the fries, whatever was left. cracking him a fresh can unprompted. eddie noticed steve notice those things. and eddie fucking loved it. loves the feeling of letting go and loosing control in front of everyone, in front of steve. likes the now familiar feeling of his full stomach weighing him down, making him slow and satiated, surrounded by good friends. its perfect.
but when he finally gets away for the night, sleepy and almost the perfect level of full, almost at capacity, finally letting his belly fully hang and release completely, gasping for breath. its almost enough, almost perfect, can almost feel himself growing, the way he loves. but it isn't quite right - even with the snack cakes he powers through, and the warm beer he finds buried amongst the blankets. even with his shirt rolling up every time he shifts and his jeans needing to come off because they were suffocatingly hot on his thighs. its still not quiet enough. still not what he dreams of. he wants someone here with him (doesn't let himself want for steve, (but sometimes he can't help it)). to help him finish and get him more, open his beers for him and rub his belly while he eats. or feed him because he's tired and can only summon the energy to chew.
to tell his how big he looks now, how much hes changed, looks different, looks fat.
instead he's alone, drunk and high and full and it feels good, feels nice to wrap the blanket around himself and fall asleep cradling his stomach, feels nice, his new normal. but it's not quite perfect. not quite enough.
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the knocking on the van rouses eddie with a start, he groans and pulls the blanket over his head. hiccuping a few times and scratching his stomach, it's still bloated and warm on the sheets next to him, falling out if his t-shirt, tender.
the knocking comes again and he calls out something he thinks resembles words and hears whoever's outside laugh. its the pretty, perfect laugh that kept pulling his gaze last night. steve.
eddie sits with a grunt, a little dizzy and hungover, but not so bad, just, fuzzy. he opens the back door and squints against the light. grins up at steve standing there looking perfect and casual and, can he smell food?
'breakfast?' steve asks, holding up bags from the diner, handing eddie a bottle of water... eddie must still be asleep.
he opens the door wider, motioning steve in. he kneels and gulps down the water in one long go. arching his back and quenching his cotton mouth. likes how the water feels in his stomach, not the same as beer but its nice to get something in there.
'ahh!' eddie finishes, squashing the bottle and tossing it aside, one hand resting on the shelf of his stomach, prodding slightly. he's not hungry per say, but he's definitely not full anymore.
steve had shut the door and taken his shoes off, eddie likes that he's made himself comfortable. he sits cross legged against the opposite wall of the van. his mouth is open and his eyes are staring at eddie. they're staring at eddies stomach, but he's not saying anything.
eddie wants him to say something. he needs it.
but he wants steve to make the first move.
he pulls at his shirt, so it covers him as far and it will go, which isn't all the way, not after last night, and he doesn't say anything about it. instead. 'you said something about breakfast?'
steve jumps a little and starts opening the bags, spreading the containers out over the blankets. 'ye-yeah. i got a few different things, didn't know if you were and sweet or savoury breakfast guy. but i thought we could just share.' steve hands eddie the plastic utensils and some napkins, not looking at him directly, just fussing with the food.
a few is an understatement, this is a lot of food. sweet pancake stacks, eggs and sausage, hash browns and donuts, waffles with whipped cream and berries. and like, a lot of bacon.
eddie takes a piece, its crunchy and salty and so so good, his groans slightly and sits back down, getting comfortable. steve hands him a coffee and eddie dumps creamer and sugar in until it's perfect. he takes a sip and shudders.
'cheers' steve holds up his own coffee, black, like a freak, and eddie smiles at him, tapping their cups.
'thanks steve, this is like, the most perfect way to wake up.' eddie smiles, pulling one of the pancake stacks towards himself and dunking his bacon in the syrup.
steve ducks his head, smiling and moves some bits around, making himself a container with a little of everything. but it barely makes a dent in the overall spread. they both dig in.
they talk about school, about Wayne and dustin and how fun last night was. steve talks about robin and their classes, professors he likes, some he hates. eddie listens and asks more, so glad steve is learning something he loves.
all the while they talk eddie is steadily making his way through waffles and bacon and everything else that's in front of him. he chugs another water. makes sure, for the second time that steve has had his fill. he's sitting back against the wall again, his portion empty, just sipping his coffee. he had accepted an extra half of a pancake but other than that, the rest is for eddie.
and eddie was right, when he thought it was a lot of food. it is. and it all tastes amazing.
but he's slowing down, feels where his stomach rests warm between his crossed legs, knows his shirt is struggling again, has a couple syrup and ketchup stains on it. eddie palms at the side a little, smooths over the crest, pulls at his shirt just to feels it slip back up. fills his mouth again.
there's just a few bits left, some waffles and greasy sausage hash and a couple donuts. eddie sits back on his palms and closes his eyes, trying to take a deep breath but struggling around how his stomach has started to press on his lungs slightly. he's almost there, that perfect fullness. just a little uncomfortable, a little too much, perfect.
'scoot back' steve murmurs gently, now right by eddies side. eddie opens his eyes sleepily and looks up at steve, he's holding the remaining food all stacked together in one container, fork sticking out the top. eddie smiles dopily up at him.
eddie manages to sit back against the vans wall without jostling himself too much, puts his pillow behind his back to lean against. he takes a moment to readjust his belly, feeling where the skin is taught and firm and warm with food, lifting it to feel the weight, laying it back down gently in his lap.
his head lols to the side, looking at steve kneeling over him. his cheeks are pink and hes gripping the container of food like a lifeline. 'here' he rasps, handing it over to eddie and curling up right next to him, they're almost touching, steve's looking right at him.
'thanks' eddie says, groggy, biting into a donut, moaning a little and closing his eyes. he doesn't care anymore what steve thinks, he feels too good. so full.
'so which is it?' steve asks, tucking some of eddies hair behind his ear.
eddie looks at him, furrowing his eyebrows and swallowing down the rest of the donut he'd just shoved in there. 'what?'
'are you a sweet or savoury kind of breakfast guy?' and eddie snorts, laughing around a bite of bacon.
'i'm an anything kind of breakfast guy.' eddie says, moving the container to one hand so he can rub and press at his stomach again, make some room, release some pressure. he gets powdered sugar from the donut on his shirt, he sucks it off his fingers and resumes petting and playing with his belly. maybe he's still a little high because he doesn't give a shit that steve is seeing him like this.
he takes a big bite of waffle, then another and another, finishing it off. he chews and swallows. 'but i do love sweet things stevie.' he confesses, because he does. he's always had a sweet tooth, can't help finishing any night without a desert, no matter how much he's had.
'you like this.' steve says, almost to himself, almost like he didn't mean to. eddie looks at him, steve clamps his mouth shut.
'like what?' eddie probes, heart rate increasing. he tries to sit up a little straighter but the moment makes him wince, too stuffed. he closes his eyes and puts his hand back on the top of his belly, can almost feel his heartbeat though the stretched out skin.
a big, solid, warm hand covers his and eddie opens his eyes. steve is sitting on his knees, looking at their joined hands on his stomach. 'this.' he rasps. 'you like this, having this, eating like this.' and then Steve starts moving his hand, light sweeping circles over the top of eddies belly. and it feels so good, lights eddie up. no ones ever touched him like this, it's like all his fantasies come true.
'yeah, yes.' eddie gasps. 'like it, like all of it.' he moans as steve pressed slightly, testing the give. 'was waiting for someone to notice, say something last night. wanted you to notice.' eddie pants, babbling and a little delirious over how good it all feels.
'i noticed eddie, always notice you. i've, fuck, never been able to take my eyes of you. even in high school.' steve confesses, laughing a little, sounds delirious too. 'but this, you, you now. god eddie. you're something else.' and steve is looking at him, awed and smiling so sweet. eddie can't believe it, he must still be dreaming.
'kiss me?' eddie pleads, feeling overwhelmed and bursting with joy.
steve leans in, pressing their lips together for a sweet kiss, tangling their fingers together over the shelf of eddies stomach. he pulls back, brushing eddies bangs away form his eyes and cradling his cheek, his smile is perfect, it's everything.
steve comes back close and the next kiss is deeper, more desperate, eddie moans and steve licks over his lips, into his mouth, exploring. eddie kisses back, not able to move much but he squeezes their joined hands, sucking and biting and tasting all of steve that he can.
eddie wants to kiss steve forever but his breath runs out quicker than he would like. he pulls away panting and gulping as much air as he can. 'fuck, sorry, give me a minute.' eddie gets out.
steve is a little breathless too, stroking eddies cheek and laughing lightly. 'we can kiss as much as you want ed's.' steve kisses eddies hand. 'but not right now.' and eddie whips his head to look at him. steve smile is playful but his eyes are dark.
'why not?' eddie asks, a little whine in his voice that he would be embarrassed about if it weren't for how it makes steves smile grow even more.
'because.' steve stars, moving to kneel between eddies thighs, nudging them wider to get right up close to eddies stomach. 'you.' he picks up the container that eddie had dropped at his side, distracted by something much taster. 'need to finish your breakfast.' and steve plops the food down on the crest of his belly.
eddie gasps at the contact, the implication, the way the container isn't even that far off balancing on its own without support. he honest to god almost cums right there. too many late night fantasies coming true at once.
'fuck stevie.' he whines, picking up the fork and shoving the last of the hashbrown in his mouth, along with the last of the sausage, both a little cold but still salty and delicious.
'thats it.' steve soothes. 'i know you want to, know you can do it ed's.' and steve lifts up eddies shirt, unwrapping his belly fully, all its scarred, stretch-marked glory. 'i mean, fuck, you obviously can, look at you.' steve puts his big hands on either side of eddies wide stomach, pressing and rubbing and eddie's going to loose it.
he puts the last of the savoury bits in his mouth, just one waffle left, swimming in syrup. 'te-tell me.' eddie slurs, trying to chew and talk and breathe a the same time.
'tell you what baby?' steve ask and eddie honest to god whimpers, thinks he could cry, its all so much.
he puts the container close to his face, taking a few quick bites of waffle, chewing and swallowing and barely even tasting anything. 'tell me how, how i look stevie, tell me.' and he takes a few more bites, the waffle half gone. he picks it up, uncaring that is makes his hand all sticky, he wants the container gone, wants to see steve better, watch him move his hands over eddie, watch eddie finish.
'eddie, baby,' steve says, hand still on him, leaning in close. eddies eyes roll back in his head and he shoves more waffle in his mouth, syrup dripping down his chin. 'you look fucking huge.' and steve licks the syrup away.
eddie moans, panting and chewing the last of the waffle, finally done, finally full. his eyes wide and desperate, locked on steve, on his face and his lips and his perfect fucking eyes.
steves hands move down past his bellybutton, grabbing onto the give of his underbelly, hefting it up and squeezing. he moves in closer, taking eddies syrupy fingers into his mouth and sucking. steves knee shifts forward and nudges against eddie groin, against his balls and his aching fucking cock.
eddie cums, wailing and overwhelmed by all the sensory input. vision spotting and mind blanking and he's so fucking full. steve is holding his belly and sucking his fingers and eddies never cum so hard in his life.
'oh, oh my god, eddie, baby, did you just?' steve is asking, babbling, kissing eddies face and still holding his belly, like he's forgotten, somehow, like it isn't actually pretty heavy. 'you're fucking amazing you know that? amazing, so good, so fucking hot eddie.' and he's grinding slightly, his hard cock against eddies hard stomach, jeans against too hot skin.
''tevei.' eddie slurs, still hazy from his orgasm and the, so many, portions of breakfast he just had. pawing at steves fly with his spitty hand.
steve scrambles to undo the fly, sort of dropping eddies belly and he groans, cradling it and squirming.
'fuck, sorry, m'sorry baby.' steve pants, stopping to kiss eddies face and pet over the swell. eddies smiles, he's so cute, taking care of him.
's'okay.' eddie kisses steve back when he can. steve leaving desperate little kisses all over; cheeks and nose and lips and neck and right back to the start again. 'wanna, wanna see your cock stevie please.' eddie whines, relishing in how it makes steve groan. he's so much fun, he's perfect.
steve undoes his fly finally, pulling his jeans and boxers down his thighs. his cock springing free, pink and wet and so fucking pretty eddie almost gets hard again. he wants it inside him, but that's for another day, when he's not full to bursting, or, no, for when he's in proper bed, yeah.
'this okay?' steve asks, grinding into eddies belly, arms either side of eddies head, caging him in.
eddie grunts, shifting as much as he can so he can touch it, hold it against his belly and give steve a little pocket to fuck in and out of. it's a little uncomfortable but the noise steve makes when he slides out and in again, rubbing pre all over, it's worth it. it's everything.
steves thrusts get sloppy quick, biting his lip and making these punched out whines. 'so pretty baby, so hot, love your belly so much.' steve pants, looking down at eddie, watching his cock fuck in and out, closing his eyes like it's all too much before opening them again.
'feels so good, so good stevie.' eddie whines again, lost in watching steve in ecstasy. 'want your cum, cum on my belly baby please.' and steve tenses, moaning and spasming and releasing all over eddies hand and stomach. eddie moans with him, the sight burned into his brain, never to be forgotten.
steve's panting hard, smooths his hair off his face and looks at the mess he made, mouth open again like when he first got in the van. 'shit.' he whispers, looking at eddie face with awe. he leans in and licks into eddies mouth, kissing and kissing and kissing him.
eddie lets him, laughing a little into the kiss. but then he feels the mess start to cool on his belly, in his underwear, he shifts and whines in discomfort. staring to feel sleepy and sticky and like he needs to lay down.
steve must read his mind because he pulls away and comes back with napkins, cleaning eddies belly and inside his boxers as best he can. even wetting them with some water to get off any bits that have started drying, handing the rest of the bottle for eddie to take sips of.
'think there's, uh, spares in that pile.' eddie motions to the little pile of clothes behind the drivers seat, collected from sleeping here after gigs, over the years, and too much food, in recent years.
steve kisses him again and goes to root around. eddie moves to sit up properly as best he can. pulling his ruined t-shirt off as well and tossing it at the pile of containers stacked in the corner. he really should tidy up in here.
steve comes back and helps eddie lay down, getting him situated on the thin mattress and the pillow back under his head. he peels off eddies underwear and they go with the t-shirt. fresh pair getting pulled on with kisses over his thighs, down to his knees and even one on the soft skin of his ankle. eddie laughs, staring up at steve in amazement. looking down at his belly in amazement, how it rises and falls in a pale dome above him, moving with each of his still shallow breaths.
steve places a delicate hand on him, soothing circles over the surface again. 'comfortable?' he asks, like he really really cares and eddies heart swells, feels like he could cry or something, the vunerability of the whole thing washing over him. steve saw everything, knows so much more about him now. 'you okay?' steve asks, laying down beside him propped up on his elbow. he strokes eddies cheek.
eddie holds steve hand at his face, squeezing it and then kissing his palm. 'yeah.' he answers wetly. 'just, that was amazing and i. don't, i. please tell me that wasn't a one time thing.' eddie feels his eyes well and he sniffs.
'baby.' and steve sounds wounded. eddie sniffs again. 'that was definitely not a one time thing. i don't think there's any way you could get rid of me now eddie munson.' and steve kisses him so sweetly, so gently, so full of care and feeling and eddie is a goner. a couple tears slip out and slide into his hair. hes so happy.
steve pulls away eventually, smiling down at him, dipping down to leave a kiss on eddies full stomach. eddie grins, yawning so big his jaw cracks. 'have a nap, yeah? i'll be here the you wake up and we can talk more.' and eddie nods, managing to tun onto his side with a grunt, pulling the blanket over the two of them. steve puts his hand on eddie stomach where it rests between them, scooting in as close as he can, and eddie relaxes, sighing into it, letting sleep take him. exited to wake up and spend the day with steve. wonders vaguely, what they'll have for dinner.
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