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[donnetellotheturtle]

Wings

Chapter 1

The night ended with kicking the last of the drunks out of the bar.

Hugo ran a hand through his hair, cleaning off his glasses.

“You okay?” Lance, the other bartender he was working with tonight, asked while cleaning the bar up.

“Yeah just a busy night.” Hugo smiled a bit, though he couldn’t help the exhaustion in his bones. Not that it was any different than usual.

“…why don’t you go home early?” Lance suggested. “I’ll talk to the owner. You look like you could really use some rest.”

Hugo wasn’t about to argue with an early end time. So he nodded. “That sounds good.”

Lance nodded and a couple minutes later, Hugo had climbed into his car which was frozen inside. He rubbed his already jacketed arms as he blasted the heat and turned the seat warmer all the way up.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the cold let up.

Then, he started his way home. Luckily home wasn’t far from the bar. 15 minutes at the most. The roads were icy, so he took his time.

He wrapped his coat tighter around himself as he got into the front door. At least the house was warm.

The first thing he saw, however was the sticky note on the fridge.

‘Emergency business trip. You know how it is. Hold down the fort until we get back.’-C + D

Donella and Cyrus were gone on some random business trip that they forgot to tell him about beforehand.

Again.

Though he hated being alone in the house by himself. Especially when it was freezing out. Looking at thermometer, it was below freezing. It was snowing though.

He sighed, and started a fire in the fireplace.

He turned on the television, frowning softly as he watched the random sitcom that came on as he heated up his dinner in the microwave.

He was exhausted. But he just got home. He didn’t want to go to sleep just yet. He popped his back.

Something made his hair stand up on end. He looked around. Nothing was out of place.

Donella had taught him to always trust his instincts. Something was going to happen.

So Hugo prepared himself. He grabbed his bat from his room, and kept it by his side as he ate.

The crash outside made Hugo jump out of his skin. He looked around wildly, gripping his bat, before everything went quiet again.

It sounded like it came from the backyard.

Hugo slipped his jacket on, and went to investigate.

Of all the things he could have expected, this was not one of them.

Laying in a pocket of snow, was a boy. Only, he had huge black wings. One of them looked really badly injured. The boy was hardly breathing. The only reason Hugo knew he was, was cause of the fog from his breath.

“Holy shit…” Hugo mumbled to himself. He put the bat down, going over to the boy. He turned him over. He was ice cold, shivering up a storm. “Shit…” He thought for a moment, then groaned to himself. “I’m going to regret this.”

He carefully picked the winged boy up, careful of the injured one, and brought him inside.

The boys lips were blue. He was hypothermic. That wasn’t good. He searched on his phone what to do.

A couple of the steps were ones he couldn’t take. Like calling the police. Who knows what would happen if he called them.

Still, he took the advice and pulled off the wet clothes, replacing them with his old, spare dry clothes. Then he wrapped the boy, and his wings in blankets. He added a few hand warmers to the wings wrapped in towels as well.

The boy gradually stopped shivering, and looked a lot more content now. Hugo took this opportunity to look at the boys wing.

It was badly broken, but not beyond repair.

Nuru was a vet. Maybe she could help. How to explain this though?

He picked up his phone. “Nuru, I have a bit of an emergency. It’s a bit hard to explain but could you come to my house?”

The text came in two minutes later. “Hugo, it’s 4 in the morning.”

“Its an emergency. A…non human emergency.”

“…..On my way.”

Hugo breathed a sigh of relief. The boy groaned, eyes opening a bit. Hugo could see how glazed over they were though. He was clearly out of it.

“Whemmm?” He slurred. He winced in pain, looking up to his wing. “Huuurttts….”

Hugo came over. “Youre safe. I’m taking care of you.”

“pretty….” The boys eyes rolled back in hiss head and he passed back out.

He blushed lightly, before he heard a knock at the door. How did Nuru get here this fast?

Still, he looked through the peephole and saw her, opening the door as she adjusted a medical bag on her shoulder.

“Whats going on?”

Hugo didn’t say anything, instead leading her to the living room. She gasped at the sight of the unconscious boy.

“Holy…shit.” She mumbled.

“That’s what I meant when I said non human…can you help?”

Nuru smirked at him. “Aw Hugo. You do care about something other than yourself.’

“Nuru.”

“Im kidding. Yes I can. He doesn’t have hypothermia right?”

“Not anymore. I think it passed a bit ago.

She nodded, setting out her tools and started the process of setting the wing right. She was gentle and careful and save for a few mumbles and groans, the boy didn’t seem to notice her working.

“Where did you find him?” Nuru asked.

“He crashed in my backyard…but it was below freezing so I don’t know how he was flying in the first place.”

Nuru sighed softly. “We cant tell anyone else about this.”

“I figured.”

“not even Cyrus and Donella.”

“Oh they were the first on the list not to tell. I love them but they’d turn him over to the highest bidder in an instant.”

Nuru sighed. “Youre lucky they’re not here…has he said anything?”

Hugo nodded and went over to the boy, gently fixing the blankets.

“Only slurred speech. He was really out of it before passing back out.”

“We need to keep an eye on him, make sure he didn’t loose a lot of blood or has bad hypothermia.”

“Does that mean you’re staying?” Hugo hated how hopeful that sounded. Nuru, however, was already in the spare closet, grabbing pillows and blankets. She threw a blanket at Hugo.

“Get some rest. You’ve been up all night.”

Hugo chuckled softly, and took her advice. After a minute the two of them were curled up on the floor in a blanket nest.

--

Varian groaned. Everything was heavy. But he was warm. His wing hurt, but it felt like it was wrapped in something.

He cracked open his eyes.

The pink of the sun rising hit him first. The second thing he realized was he was in a strange home. The third was that there was a nest of blankets on the ground, and two people sleeping inside it.

Where was he?

He tried to get up, only to realize the heaviness he was feeling, was a bunch of blankets wrapped around him.

Huh.

He slowly untangled himself, laying up. His good wing felt sore as he stood up, but he could at least tuck that one into his side. The other one seemed to be held open with medical equipment.

At the movement, the blonde stirred, mumbling. Varians heart rate spiked. He didn’t trust them.

He took a deep breath, and headed towards the door.

He was almost at the door when,

“Hey. You’re awake?” A sleepy voice called out.

He turned, good wing fluttering in an attempt to escape. The other one wouldn’t move with the wrappings.

The blonde, with glasses askew and hair everywhere, was laying there, clearly half awake. He was blinking at him.

“I uh-Um-I.” Varian couldn’t stop himself from stuttering.

“You know its freezing out there, right? It’s like…the dead of winter.”

Varian paused, looking out the window. It looked frigid.

“…Who are you?” He asked.

The boy yawned. “Hugo…you crashed in my backyard…three hours ago? What time is it?”

Varian tensed as the blonde stood up, going over to a clock above a stove. It was 7:30.

“Goddamn…” the blonde mumbled. Varians hand was on the doorknob.

“Hey, you okay, feathers? You look like you’re ready to run for the hills.”

“What do you want with me?”

The other boy blinked. “Nothing.”

Varian didn’t trust that answer. Everyone always wanted something with him. Usually his wings, sometimes worse. The blonde could clearly see that on Varians face though.

“What was I supposed to do? You crashed into my goddamn backyard and almost died from hypothermia?”

Ah. That would explain the broken wing. And all the blankets. Still, he narrowed his eyes.

“Did you want me to let you die?” The boy asked.

“….N-No…”

“then you’re fucking welcome.”

Varian looked the boy up and down. He looked honest enough. And he was right, if he went outside now he’d freeze. Varian sighed softly, letting go of the door. “fine. Just don’t try anything.”

“wasn’t going to…I’m going to make some coffee. Want some?”

“What’s…what’s coffee?”

Hugo’s eyes lit up. “oh feathers, you are in for a treat.”

Varian walked closer to Hugo as he started pulling out ingredients. Varian frowned. Something could be a drug or sleeping agent. Hugo noticed him looking, and thought for a second.

“Did you want to look at the ingredients and smell them before I put them in?”

Varian thought for a second, then nodded softly. Hugo handed him a bag of beans. He looked at them “coffee beans”, they smelled good, actually. He handed them back to Hugo. Hugo smiled and put them into the machine. That was something Varian was curious about. He didn’t dare ask about it though.

The same thing happened with the sugar, cream, and some other ingredients Hugo had.

“Alright. Now we gotta grind up the beans. It’s going to be loud.”

Varian took the hint and covered his ears. Hugo was right. It was loud. It only lasted a minute though.

“is that coffee I hear?” A girls voice called out. Varian tensed up again. He’d forgotten there was another person here. She came into the kitchen, and sat in the next seat. She then looked at Varian. “Hey. Good to see you’re awake.”

Varian nodded nervously. She looked at him concerned.

“Feathers is a bit skittish, Nuru. He looked like he was about to run out the door a second ago.”

Nuru chuckled softly.

“W-Why do you keep calling me Feathers?”

Hugo looked over. “Cause of your wings. That and I don’t know your actual name. I figured you’d tell me later though.”

Varians wings ruffled a bit. Nuru looked intrigued.

“How is your wing feeling?” She asked.

“…sore and hurting…” He mumbled.

Nuru nodded as Hugo put a cup of coffee in front of her.

“Any particular way you want your coffee?” Hugo asked. Varian shook his head shyly. Hugo grinned. “I’m going to make you the best cup of coffee ever.”

Nuru chuckled as Hugo went and grabbed some things from the upper shelf. He handed them to Varian to look over. After Varian was satisfied, Hugo made him coffee, handing it to him in a cup that had the moon phases on it.

Varian took a moment, then slowly took a sip. “…oh my god this is delicious.” He said after a moment. Hugo grinned while Nuru giggled.

“Leave it to Hugo to make you a coffee drinker.”

Varian blushed. The coffee was warm and he really liked it. There was hazelnut in it. Varian approved it but he was surprised at how good it tasted in the coffee.

“So now that we’re all awake…” Hugo started, sipping his own coffee. Varian looked over. “What were you doing out in the dead of night, anyway?”

Varian swallowed hard. “I…I was running….flying away from some people.”

“Are they the ones who did that to your wing?” Nuru asked.

Varian nodded. “Its why I crashed….sorry about that.”

Hugo raised an eyebrow. “You were attacked and you’re apologizing?”

“I never said-“

“Context clues, feathers. Who were they?”

Varian looked down at his drink, going quiet. Nuru put a hand on his shoulder.

“you don’t have to tell us now. How about, we start with your real name?”

Varian smiled a bit. “….It’s Varian…”

“Nice to meet you Varian.” Nuru smiled.

Varian felt some of the tenseness go out of his shoulders. These two were nice. Genuinely so. He wouldn’t let his guard down, not completely, but he was willing to let them in a tad considering Hugo had just made coffee for him and went out of his way to make him feel comfortable. And Nuru, if he had to guess. She was the one who splinted his wing.

“So, angel...” Hugo started, grinning. Varian blushed deeply.

“Hugo!” Nuru chided.

“What I’m teasing!” Hugo huffed. “I was just going to ask if it hurt when he fell from heaven!”

Varian choked on his drink, going red to the tips of his ears.

“That’s the cheesiest pick up line.” Nuru said.

Hugo giggled when he saw Varians face. “I don’t know, I think he liked it. And I think it’s appropriate.”

Varian giggled. Hugo smiled proudly.

“We shouldn’t be making jokes about this.” Nuru said, though Varian could see the corners of her mouth turning up, trying to contain her giggles.

Hugo grinned, and then winked at Varian, who hid his face behind his good wing.

“Oh that’s so cute.” Hugo said.

“Stop!” Varian said though giggles. He didn’t want either of them to see just how red his face was.

Hugo chuckled. “okay, okay.”

The three of them calmed down and Varian slowly pulled down his wing. Hugo was smiling like he just won a prize. Varian liked it. It was cute.

Varian pushed that thought out of his head. He couldn’t be getting caught up in that. Nuru took a deep breath.

“Alright boys, move out of the way. I’m making breakfast.”

Hugo raised an eyebrow. “Uh, Ru, last time you “made breakfast” you nearly burnt down your apartment.”

“That, was last week. Besides, now I have you two to keep me from setting things on fire.”

Varian and Hugo looked at each other nervously.

--

A half in hour later, they were turning off the smoke alarm. The smoke hadn’t been that bad, thankfully, but the windows had to be opened. No one was happy about that.

Varian shivered. Nuru ran and grabbed him a blanket, wrapping it around him.

“Thanks…” Varian muttered. Nuru just nodded.

“I’ll make breakfast this time.” Hugo said with a huff.

Nuru laughed nervously. “Sorry Hue.”

Hugo sighed softly, but it wasn’t without a small smile at the girls antics.

The hairs on the back of Hugos neck stood up. Someone was watching them. He looked around, then outside.

“Hugo?” Varian questioned.

Hugo frowned, then looked at Varian. “Sorry, angel…sometimes I get these feelings. I feel like we’re being watched right now.”

Nuru looked nervous at that.

Hugo, however, took a deep breath, looking at Varian who looked pale as a ghost.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

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[chandlersnatch]

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[cyancees]

i have neither a good imagination nor aphantasia, but a secret third thing

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[puppyeared]

these two are so interesting to me

characters belong to @canisalbus

[cemeterything]

[captainswhore]

you see price sitting like this when you walk into a room post mission- and you know exactly what it is he needs.

he's licking at you and holding your thighs open with his rough palms- and you can't take it. his calluses and his beard and the fabric of his sleeves are rubbing at your legs just right- but not enough for you to lose focus on his hot tongue rubbing on you and in you and you've never been wetter in your LIFE.

his only problem? you're still moving too much. he can't reach where he wants to inside of you because you keep wiggling out of his way. his hands want to touch you everywhere- not just hold your thighs still. this is when he begins to squeeze at you everywhere, and tell you to rest your thighs on his shoulders.

"b-but price- hhnngh ohmygod- i c-can't. they're too big. thighs are too big"

you whine at the loss of contact, but then you look down and see him staring at you with massive pupils and a wet face. "lovie- my shoulders are broad for a reason. rest your thighs on em and i swear they'll have enough room"

and you listen, and you're crushing his ears with your thighs, and he's never been happier. the next time you look down? he's rutting into the mattress and you see his hips stutter when he groans into you and your vision goes white

(@chamomiletealeaf and i had SUCH A HORNY discussion about this and she told me to post it so here i am- and also omg photo creds to her. we've gotta reign it in lmfao)

[wasyago]

squeaky_toy_sound_effect.mp4

[tubbytarchia]

I don't know what this is all I know is that LimL Joel makes me really emotional

[bleedingoptimism]

Steve likes to watch youtube videos of a guy who restores old consoles. It soothing to him, it relaxes him. He likes watching how he restores them, fixes them, makes them look brand new.

He also enjoys watching him work for… other reasons. Weirdly, he thinks the guy is kind of hot, even if he never shows his face. He looks fit, with the way his shirts stretch over his chest and are loose on his tiny waist and he’s always wearing cool belts, black leather with studs or chains. He likes the way he moves around, manic and a little clumsy but incredibly precise when necessary.

Steve especially likes watching his hands, thick strong fingers, bony wrists, noticeable veins, and short clean nails that sometimes have chipped black polish adorning them.

He sometimes thinks about those hands when he's alone, but, well… no one needs to know about that.

🎮🤲💖

Eddie has a fairly popular youtube channel… And a huge crush on his next-door neighbor. He simply cannot decide if the dude is cutter than hot or vice-versa.

'He sure is nice, though,' he thinks, when one day he gets a large package of replacement parts that he’s struggling to get inside and the guy walks up to him, asks if he needs any help, and takes the heaviest box with no effort at all.

He says his name is Steve and then stares at Eddie's hand for a really long time when Eddie extends it for him to shake after getting the boxes inside his studio.

He hears Steve’s little 'oh', under his breath and then sees him blush prettily before mumbling ‘He needs to go, now.' And stumbling out of Eddie’s place.

Eddie chuckles to himself as he watches him leave, definitely cute AND hot in equal parts.

🎮🤲💖

A few weeks later Steve's mom tells him she needs help getting rid of some of his nonno's old things and he finds a LOT of cool stuff that look just like the ones Eddie restores on his channel.

He and Eddie have been slowly getting friendlier over these last couple of weeks and he’s been dying to have an excuse to talk to him more, so he takes the items home and then goes to Eddie's and very nervously tries to offer them to him but doesn't know how to explain he knows he's a youtuber without looking like a weirdo because Eddie’s never shown his face.

He stumbles and blushes a lot, barely making any sense and Eddie mistakenly thinks he's trying to ask him out and says, 

"I'd love to go on a date with you," Smiling and hiding his dimples behind a lock of hair he's been playing with since the moment Steve started stuttering.

Steve completely forgets what he was trying to say or do and says he'll pick him out at 6.

The date is amazing, it feels like they are meant to be. They get along so well, talking, laughing, and already making fun of each other as if they’re old friends. And they are definitely attracted to one another. If the way Eddie practically tackles Steve with his rush to get his mouth on him when they get back, it’s any indication.  

Steve is very on board with this and he enthusiastically kisses him back. They kiss desperately as he fumbles with his door handle to get it open. When he succeeds, he walks them backward into his place not wanting to stop kissing Eddie, but stumbles and falls flat on his ass.

When Eddie turns on the light he sees Steve sprawled on top of a bunch of boxes full of old technology. A lot of emotions go through his face, ‘he’s so expressive’ Steve thinks a little enamored, having still not realized how much trouble he’s in.

But Eddie looks confused, then shocked and scared, and finally, angry,

"Steve, what the fuck?"

‘Oh, shit…’

“I can explain!” he says immediately, standing up and walking toward Eddie as he backs away,

“I didn’t want to ask you out-” Steve starts but interrupts himself when Eddie huffs, turns, and starts walking towards his own apartment, “Shit, fuck! No- That’s not what I meant, Eddie! Wait-”

He turns again and glares at Steve but then his eyes go wide, “Steve,”

“Please, let me explain-”

“Steve-”

“I did- do! Want to ask you out! I like yo-”

“Steve!” Eddie screams and Steve stops, shocked, and finally focuses. Eddie is staring at him and he’s so pale even his freckles have changed color. But no, wait. He’s not staring at him, he’s staring at his arm and Steve looks down to see… a lot of blood.

“Oh,” he says faintly. He must have cut himself on a sharp edge when he fell. Too worried about Eddie, he hadn’t even noticed the pain, but now that he’s seeing the cut, it fucking hurts.

“Oh,” he says again, realizing he’s feeling kind of dizzy, ‘that's way too much blood,’ he thinks.

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie huffs, takes off his flannel shirt and wrapping it around Steve's arm, he pulls Steve by his other hand toward his van.

“Oh no, your cute shirt,” he mumbles and hears Eddie snort before he slams the door of the passenger seat and goes to the driver’s one.

They go to the hospital in silence. It's tense. Steve tries to explain himself but Eddie shuts him up harshly, tells him to save his energy.

Even so, when they get there, Eddie still holds him gently by his good arm as he helps him inside. He tells the nurse what happened because Steve is having a hard time focusing right now and then tells him he’ll wait outside for him.

He gets stitches and a tetanus shot just in case because he doesn't remember when was the last time he got one and gets weird looks when he refuses painkillers, but no arguments. He’s given a little juice box and is told he can't get up until he finishes it.

A few seconds after the nurse leaves, the door opens and Eddie walks in. Steve looks up and smiles at him, but Eddie doesn’t smile back and Steve shrinks a little on himself.

Eddie sits on the chair facing the overbed table Steve is perched on and sighs, moving his hand in little circles motioning like, ‘Well go on. Explain yourself’

Steve looks around the room and thinks about where to start. He can't look Eddie in the eye, so he stares at the little juice box in his hands. It's got a cartoon orange in the front. The drawing it’s awful and kind of scary.

Taking a deep breath, he starts, “I've been watching your videos for a long time now. I have- I am- I-”

He fumbles for what to say, even if this date is already ruined…it's not exactly a good first date topic, is it? How fucked up he’s inside.

In a flash, images of his father’s violence, running from home with his mom, going to live with his nonno, taking care of him as he slowly lost his mind with age while his mom worked her ass off to feed them, getting cheated on, losing his “friends” because he didn't want to bully freshmen, working as a babysitter and getting almost beat up to death by his kid’s stepbrother… he shakes his head and shrugs,

“I've been through some…stuff” is what he says in the end, looking up at Eddie. He doesn't look mad anymore, his expressive eyes look concerned. Steve worries about what was it Eddie saw in his own expression, but it surprises him how easily he read him. He’s usually so good at hiding it. 

He breathes in again and keeps going, “Your videos, they calm me down when I've, sometimes I get anxious and-” he clears his throat, again, not wanting to tell Eddie about the panic attacks, the nightmares.

But it seems he doesn't have to, Eddie looks at him like he gets it.

It makes Steve want to keep talking, “Watching you work, seeing you fix things, leave them like new, no sca- marks, no problems, just working again and beautifully clean. It makes me feel better.” 

Eddie gives him a small smile and Steve returns it, “I really like your hands…” he blurts out and then closes his mouth quickly, blushing furiously.

Eddie’s eyes go wide and then he smirks and stands up slowly walking up to him and taking Steve’s hands on his own, they both stare at their joined hands for a while, the touch feather-like and soft.

“You recognized me because of my hands?” Eddie asks him a little incredulous.

Steve giggles, “I saw the logo for your channel on your studio that day I helped you with the boxes,” he clarifies sheepishly.

Eddie blushes and opens his mouth in a silent ‘oh,’

Steve draws small circles on Eddie's knuckles with his thumbs, “When I came over today, I was just trying to offer you those stuff at my place, they were my grandfather's” he explains, “I didn’t know how to say I knew who you were without looking like a weirdo and I got nervous and you thought I was going to ask you out and I wasn’t planning to but you are so beautiful I-

Eddie kisses his cheek and Steve shuts up and looks at him surprised,

“I’m sorry I freaked out,” Eddie says, “I thought- I don’t know what I thought- I was just upset you didn’t actually like me.” 

And Steve immediately answers, “I like you” a little too excitedly.

Eddie smiles at him so warmly it makes his heart rate pick up, “Good. I like you too.”

He blushes and looks down at their hands again unsure, “Do you really? Even tho I’m…”

“What?” Eddie asks, squeezing his hands reassuringly.

“Broken?” Steve whispers.

Eddie hums and drops his hands to hold his face, “Not broken, baby” he says lovingly and kisses the crease between Steve’s brows, the top of his eyelid, his nose, and the corner of his mouth. Then hugs him and Steve buries his face on Eddie's neck, and breathes him in.

A minute goes by or an hour, Steve is not sure, and Eddie leans back enough to kiss him again softly and whispers, “Some things don't need to be fixed Steve, just held.” 

𝒻𝒾𝓃

coffee? a hug? ☕🥐💕

[pokeberry5]

If you are still taking requests, may I please inquire if I could have a drawing of Jason and Tim working together as a team, please?

this probably isnt exactly what you had in mind, but i think that red robin and batboy from that one death in the family movie ending are so precious

the cowl in question:

bonus:

[heartorbit]

always by your side

[gomzdrawfr]

small habits

[anna-scribbles]

they should've been at the club(infertility treatment centers)