#good sap tho

[thissortofsorcery]

Steve is woken up by his own sharp intake of breath, choked halfway down his throat. Something’s— wrong, he knows. Something’s wrong. He was just running. Isn’t he supposed to be running? He flails a hand to his left, looking for something. There’s something there, something safe, he remembers, and his hand closes around— Billy. Billy’s wrist.

He’s in bed. He was asleep.

A second passes and it’s like his body thaws, all muscles relaxing at once, oxygen finally flowing into his lungs. He’s in bed. He was asleep. Billy’s right there.

“‘tevie?” A mumbled groan comes from his left, and Steve realizes he’s still holding tightly to Billy’s wrist. Billy’s waking up.

“Sorry. I’m sorry,” He whispers, and lets go, running careful fingers where he was squeezing before. Billy’s skin is sleep-warm and soft, delicate on the inside of the wrist. Steve presses a kiss there. “Didn’t mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep.”

Billy’s pushing himself up on his elbows from where he was lying on his belly, hair rumpled and curls thrown everywhere over his face, eyes squinting at Steve like a cat.

“Why’re you up?”

“It’s nothing.”

Billy squints harder. “You had a nightmare.”

Steve doesn’t answer, and Billy’s already turning over, sitting halfway up.

“I’m up. I’m up,” He runs a broad hand down his face, rubs his eyes. “What happened?”

“It’s nothing, seriously—” Steve tries to say, but Billy shoots him a look. “It’s the same shit as always,” he sighs.

“The running?” Billy asks. He doesn’t need to be more specific than that. Steve dreams about that often enough.

When Steve wakes up the feeling lingers. Twitching feet and bouncing knees, nervous energy directed nowhere in a comfortable bed with cozy blankets with a cozy boyfriend, when a blink ago he was being chased to exhaustion. He can’t go back to sleep when he’s supposed to be running.

“Yeah,” Steve says, not looking at Billy. He does hate that he woke him up. “I feel like I’m gonna vibrate out of my skin.”

Billy’s fingers find his on top of the blanket, threading them together. “C’mere,” he pulls on them gently, “c’mon.”

Billy tugs and pulls, rearranging both of them on the bed until Steve’s tucked into Billy’s chest, feeling his weight warm his back and anchor him down. Steve lets the air out of his lungs with a steady, deliberate breath, sinking into it with his eyes closed, like one sinks into a warm bath.

That’s one thing that Billy is, always. The ground under his feet. Steady. Present.

There’s a thick bicep under his head, an arm around his waist, kisses pressed into his shoulder over his shirt until they cross the barrier of the collar and reach the skin of his neck. A big toe strokes the outside of his calf, scratching at his leg hair, making his skin tingle.

“Feels good,” Steve mumbles, face mashed into Billy’s arm, and he presses his lips to the skin there. Billy smells clean, a little like the citrus soap he likes, a little like his deodorant, and like their bed, like their sheets.

With his eyes closed, Steve can hear every breath Billy puffs against his ear, ever smack of his lips against his skin, feels the tingle that travels up his neck and down his spine. Billy’s feet find Steve’s, and he rubs his soles along the top of them, toes making grabby motions at Steve’s toes that he playfully dodges from, until they’re caught and pleasantly cracked.

It gives Steve something else to focus on, something else to twitch towards, makes the shivers that feel like they come from inside his bones fade into the pleasant scratch of nails on his skin. It makes him huff a laugh at three in the morning where once he would’ve relocated to the couch and stared at the tv without seeing it.

And Billy just knows. Knows he’s awake, knows he had a nightmare, knows how to make it better. Knows Steve.

“I love you,” Steve’s voice is rough, both from being relaxed and from emotion, and he twists his head back, searching.

Billy’s right there, nose to nose, lips on his cheek then meeting his mouth. A simple press of lips that grows, languid and sweet, until Steve’s turned around in Billy’s arms and they’re lying face to face.

“I love you,” Steve says again, stroking Billy’s cheek with a thumb.

Billy’s looking at him with half-lidded eyes and a little smile, his private, sleepy one that’s a little smooshed on one cheek.

Steve can’t understand it sometimes, how he got here. How he got Billy.

“Love you too,” Billy says, and Steve’s heart skips a beat. Still. Always. “You feel any better?”

Steve sighs, stretches, wiggles in place. He feels more settled now, body heavy and sinking into the bed, into Billy’s chest.

“A lot,” Steve says, with a lazy smile. “You always make it better.”

Billy hides his face in the pillow, but his lips are twitching. He mumbles a half-hearted shut up that goes ignored.

“I always feel safe with you," Steve says, thumb traveling down Billy's cheek to his chin. Billy won't meet his eyes, and his cheeks are turning pink. "Feel grounded. Feel good."

Billy's hand finds its way under his tshirt, spreads over the width of his lower back, and he scratches his nails lightly over Steve's side. His eyes finally meet Steve's. "Don't get used to it," He grumbles, voice barely above a croak.

Steve huffs a laugh, kisses him on the nose, on the mouth, and settles his head beside Billy's on the pillow so they can stare at each other like two idiots.

"I'm already used to it, dumbass," He says. He makes sure Billy's eyes are still on his. He needs Billy to hear it, to understand. "You're an amazing boyfriend, you know. I'm lucky to have you."

And Billy's giving him that wide-eyed, mouth parted look, the one he gets when he's been knocked over the head with a good thing he didn't expect. Steve can only lean over and kiss it off his face, hope his lips can seal the sentiment in his brain and he'll take it in once and for all. Steve loves him. Has for a long time, now.

every time anti bullshit shows up on my dash, I write Steve loving on Billy | IV

[vaugarde]

if it seems like im skipping some jn episodes thats because i am LOL

[dreamthinkr]

photo i took :D

[sapsolais]

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[opens-up-4-nobody]

The crunchyroll comments on the flashback episodes to the founding of Konoha make me feel absolutely unhinged. What the fuck r u complaining about??? U r getting the backstory of why the naruto world is so fucked??? This is the literal heart and soul of the show??? What the fuck do u mean u don't want to feel sympathy for the villians????

[kimbapisnotsushi]

i know i preach suspension of disbelief but what the fuck is going on in tsurune

[vogelmeister]

re reading parts of goud that need to be cut and i don't think it is entirely realistic merel would be writing in english at age ten.

[gogtopia]

Enjoying George’s stubble arc. Wonder if he left his razor at home and just said fuck it we ball.

i’m not usually super into facial hair but PLEASE i need to see it... i need to know...

[an-organized-confusion]

I decided to look at my character and relationship tag rankings on Ao3, current-like.

I’m amused still about all the Creativitwins stuff I write, but dammit. Sibling shit, man! I can’t have enough of this shit. >:U

(P much all the Roceit and Dukexiety stuff is from the Gymrat!AU. Speaking of, wondering if my creative juices are gonna let me write the aro!Roman part of that fic I just posted. Ro is def gonna beef with Virgil at first here, too. Pffft.)

[pinespittinink]

psst, i know i’m mutuals with some folks watching the sandman, and i’m not aware of everyone’s handles on intense body horror tws, but i made a post on my main blog @shireduchess about the ones in episode 5, if you want to check them out. i could have used a heads up myself for that one specifically, and i have a greater reach on this blog so i thought i would just do a quick shout out about it 

[roughentumble]

just saw a fix that was Geraskier alpha4alpha but bottom Geralt so now I'm thinking about a similar scenario but bottom Jaskier

!!! ooooo that could be goooood im thinking about it too now

[harrylights]

for now, i’ve decided to anonymously keep flirting with you.. if that’s okay with you 🫣 ❤️

I MEAN….. u won’t hear any complaints from me fhdjsk just far off distant screams bc idk how to act now lmao

[soysaucevictim]

Overdoing it on the sugar today.

But man- the brain do be rotating dad!Remus a lot rn. I just- *yells.*

Though I'm also amused thinking about how I kinda crystallized Vic, Remus takes after him the most and the man has a little smatterin' of Intruality Vibes.

And I can't not look at this Maes-Hughes-Esque-Ass man and not be endeared.

[dreamerlynx]

remembering the days when the dash was filled with mcc team hype and people posting every team… now just shock and awe at the audacity of red rabbits

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[gay-hoodie-boy]

have you considered, waltz?

i am constantly considering waltz

(sadly i've yet to work it into how the self-ship story plays out lol-)