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cowandcalf · 2 years
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for @space-ace-ravenclaw-demigod because you’re the absolut Queen of headcanons for the boys. This one is for you, babe.
“You’re too early!” Steve enters through the lanai rubbing his hair with a towel.
“Half past we agreed.” Danny parks his butt against the old chest of drawers next to the dining table, nipping at a steaming coffee.
Steve throws the towel over his shoulder and without even batting an eye he reaches for the coffee mug and gently removes it from Danny’s hand. “You made coffee? How long are you already here? You’re not an early bird. I am. Nervous?”
Danny elevates his eyebrows. “You have no manners. That’s my coffee - “ He touches his lips with the fingers Steve just brushed with his own ocean-wrinkled fingers a second ago.
“It’s my house, my mug, my coffee maker - “ Steve just watches Danny over the rim of the mug like observing a target through spyglasses about two miles away.
Still, Danny can’t tell if this is worth something to lose a night’s sleep over. “Sometimes you’re a child.”
Steve laughs and walks away with Danny’s coffee.
“And just for the record. I’m not nervous. It’s court. Nothing I haven’t seen before. It’s important today though. I want this asshole behind bars. We need to be on time.”
“I’m always on time. Gimme me five minutes. Three to shower, two to get dressed. Get the files, would you? On the desk by the window. I made some further notes just in case.”
Danny listens to Steve’s retreating steps, follows him in his mind to his bedroom, hears the opening of the closet doors, and then the low snick of the bathroom door closing. The running water makes him heave a sigh. He forces his mind off those images he has no right to think about. He turns to get the files and grabs them only to stare at a notebook Steve must have left by accident. It has a look that doesn’t fit Steve’s image of a neat freak and a we-do-it-the-Navy-way nerd. It’s well-used with dog ears and rings of coffee cups. It looks like it has been pushed one too many times in the back pocket of some pants without a care in the world how it would survive. It looks maltreated. It’s so unfamiliar to see this piece lying on the desk next to a stack of plain white paper, pens and other writing utensils neatly orderd, books, and other things a man needs to keep his affairs in order.
Danny knows it’s wrong but he has no control over his hand that touches the notebook. It’s the kind of cheap notebook one can buy in any shop. No title. He opens it. The first page is filled with doodles and just drawings, nothing makes sense. Some single words are written repeatedly like ‘sun’, or ‘wind’, or ‘brothers’. The next three pages are empty except the circles. All kinds of shaped circles. The most interesting page is full of hand-written text and the title says ‘what makes me happy’ with a skull sketch right next to it.
Danny knows he should close it. This is private, intimate to a level he has no right to pry about but the way the letters move together and form that sentence tugs at something inside his chest. Steve must go to therapy and this is one of his homework he has been ordered to do. He has never mentioned therapy sessions. Danny feels a sting of hurt because yeah, because he wishes Steve would trust him with this.
Steve’s handwriting is always full of self-esteem, accurate and solid. But this here . . . these screams of insecurity and feeling at a loss of words to express something he has been forced to do. Danny knows how Steve hates such mind-befuddling stuff. He loathes head shrinks and what comes with it. But he is willing to go with the load of homework. It must be serious then.
The water has stopped running.
Danny blinks and inhales deeply. He wants to look away but his eyes catch the words that are written mushed together on the page with too high pressure on the pen. ‘Beachbeachsunsandfoodlotsoffoodbeachsunsandfoodlotsofoodwhatthefuckdoiknowidontwantthis...’ and there in between was one word, crossed out a few times almost unreadable but Danny recognizes his name in the middle of this worm of linked up words. The understanding causes a sharp pain piercing through his chest and he jerks back when he hears Steve thundering down the stairs.
“Ready! Are you coming?” Steve shouts in his direction but Danny is already at the door, looking strictly ahead and pulling it open.
“Took you long enough,” Danny complains unnessecarily and keeps the car keys out of Steve’s reach. “I’m driving.” His heart still hiccups in his chest. Steve wears a fragrance like amber and spice and the ache in his chest ups.
“Don’t be a dick. You waited exactly five minutes.” Steve grumbles and makes a scene about his long legs that don’t fit in the too small foot space of the passenger seat.
“Don’t even try to be difficult. And don’t whine about getting car sick. Today, I’m driving. I’ll take you out to lunch after court. What say you?”
“Just you and me?” Steve sounds tense.
“Yeah, just us.” Danny hopes he says it casually enough and, of course, he catches the strain in Steve’s muscles. He doesn’t know what to do with this.
“You’re paying?” Steve twists in his seat.
“Was my plan, yeah. Why? Got a problem with being invited?” Danny just has decided that he has a new goal every day: to pull a smile from Steve. A real one. The rare one. He shifts gear. “You never have your wallet on you. Got used to it. So? Deal?”
“Yeah, deal but I’m buying. You’re driving. Partners share.” Steve doesn’t meet Danny’s eyes and kicks with his feet into the end of the foot space.
“Okay, fair enough and stop with the kicking already. You’re like a child.” Danny filters into the morning traffic. His heart doesn’t want to calm down. Steve just offered to pay for lunch. He gets lost in thoughts. That’s a fucking new one.
“You okay?” Steve asks after a while into the silence.
“Yeah, good. All good. Just getting ready for court. Mentally ready.” Danny tries to pull his inner eyes from the picture of Steve’s handwriting. The non-verbal message left an imprint on his heart.
Steve side-eyes him more than once. Danny’s stomach doesn’t unknot.
“What are you doing? Why are you looking at me like that, huh? I won’t jump from any fucking roof because you’re paying for lunch later. I don’t owe you a favor because of it.” Danny rants at Steve feeling already better.
“What? You think I’m that guy? Seriously, Danny? That’s mean, even for you.No, especially from you.” Steve moves his legs and crosses his arms over his chest but Danny sees the smile that tugs at his lips.
Danny shuts up but his fingers tingle with the urge to reach over and touch Steve. They’re going to have lunch today. He’d say it’s a start.
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gentlebeard · 5 months
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Our love was made for movie screens
For @saltpepperbeard 💕 Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: All I Want by Kodaline YouTube
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ohmycuckoo · 5 days
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Claim your own body, Jean-Yves Moreau
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bellepark · 4 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE @itsallaboutzayn 🎁🥳
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britcision · 4 months
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So my birthday present to myself for next year is gonna be celebrating my fucking half birthday instead and when January comes I’m just sleeping for the whole week I’ll pretend I’m excited to exist in July
Expecting me to make plans and shit in the arse end of the year when everyone is sneezing all over everything and it’s fucking freezing?
No thank you how about when I have experienced sunlight and warmth and positive emotions
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robinlovexo · 9 days
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a gift to you this morning 😼♥️🍃
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manderleyfire · 4 months
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Truth has many flavors, Your Grace.
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grinchwrapsupreme · 1 year
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Obsessed with Dr. James “Knows Theatre Schedules and Terminology” Wilson
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eddiebuckley-diaz · 1 year
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unhinged 911 tweets part 7/?
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Truly believe the best way to build confidence is to look at everything from the perspective of what you can do for other people.
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alrunaaa · 10 months
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cw: sneezing, sniffing, little bit of talking (swearing for sure), and nose blowing
second time I’ve ever used chhickni powder! I’m told this is an older pack of chhickni powder? And um. honestly very interested to see what would happen on a newer pack of it if I get this kinda reaction out of a little bit of an older pack. a very addicting feeling for me to just keep sniffing it to keep sneezing 😵‍💫
minors and non kink blogs dni
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gearvmac · 3 months
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tagged by @nightbloodbix & @inafieldofdaisies to use this romance chart and you know i had to do it for my current brain rot.
no pressure tags; @lunar-cherries @marivenah @simonxriley @carlosoliveiraa @theelderhazelnut @finding-comfort-in-rain @silkcrows @kyber-infinitygems @corvosattano @stuckinthewrongworld @captastra @onehornedbeast @leviiackrman @malewifefirestar @illmetbymoonlight and anyone who’d like to try!
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cryptidghostgirl · 3 months
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Alastor for valentine’s day would for sure give you a box full of dead flowers and a petrified dear heart or some shit.
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dribs-and-drabbles · 5 months
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The Thai Communal Wardrobe item #75
Moonlight Chicken ep 5:
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A Boss and a Babe ep 9:
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for @williamrikers 💙
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goldenquillarchive · 4 months
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boysbeloving · 2 years
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Porsche Pachara Kittisawasd
for @nattaphum
(Happy Birthday, Cris!)
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