Professional Dumbass

Steve tries to stay quiet while he gets ready for work, but Eddie hears him. He keeps his eyes closed and just listens- to Steve grumbling to himself when his hair doesn’t sit quite right, who starts to hum and whisper some catchy song. Eddie turns his sleepy gaze onto Steve as he shuffles around their room- watching quietly as he slips on his clothes, his shoes, a simple chain with Eddie’s ring around his neck. A warm, affectionate smile breaks across his face. Before he leaves, Steve glances at what he expects to be a sleeping Eddie, but instead, he’s met with a rasped, ‘Hey.’ Eddie sits himself up, stretches his arm across Steve’s side of the bed, and reaches, fingers wiggling. Steve crosses the room to cradle his face.

Their foreheads press, noses bump, and Steve brushes his fingers across scars and dimples.

He breathes a quiet,

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.’

Eddie huffs a tired laugh,

‘You know I never mind.’

Because, yeah.

Every morning Steve tries to stay quiet while he gets ready for work, but Eddie always hears him.

It hadn't hit me.

It hadn't hit me because I watched it all in one go and I stayed up all night to do it.

It hadn't hit me why Crowley was so certain that seeking shelter from the rain would make them fall in love.

the hobbit who was willing to betray a ‘friend’ (they kissed bet) to keep him from becoming possessive to the point where the dwarf forgets that gold and pretty stones are not what’s most important just to become just as possessive over a gold ring years later

do you ever think bilbo paused and realised this is what thorin felt about the arkenstone