#quantumleapt

scarecrow.

for that, gooshie throws sam a sleepy half-crescent smile. "that's a compliment, i hope."

he remembers the first time he met sam. looking back now, knee-deep in his forties, all college kids are baby-faces who think they know everything. but sam? sam was a different story: a true midwestern wunderkind at mit. they were in the same circles for two years, more or less, but never as close as they were now. how's that for fate, huh?

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> THE FIFTIES WAS .. certainly an interesting time. especially for women. ellie didn't really know what to think - but she knew that she had never stared at a kitchen for as long as she had during the leap that brought them to 1954. the brunette always found it hard when sam leaped into the body of someone who had a family. a wife. kids. she always felt like an intruder - pushing her way into their lives , it was kind of easy because sam always had a good excuse at the ready. but it still felt weird. it helped that she actually saw sam. and not the person he had kicked out of their own body. but this leap was different. of course it was. because sam had leapt into the wife. it was always a delight for ellie to see sam try his hardest to wear heels. she thought he looked good. he always looked good in a dress as well. the husband was a little bit of a slime ball. but who wasn't in the '50s. so , it had been easy for sam to encourage the husband to allow ellie to stay for dinner. which is what led them back to the kitchen. ❝ jeez. ❞ ellie suddenly said. it was the mint green and checker board flooring that really got to her. but also the massive stand mixer that sat on the bench. ❝ holy moly. ❞ ellie continued as she made her way over to it. ❝ this looks exactly like the one i have at home ! ❞ her accent always got a little stronger when she was excited. head turned over her shoulder. blue gaze finding sam - as he tried to make his way around the kitchen. to bake something for her the family. ❝ sam , this is like .. ridiculously close to how i have MY kitchen set up. ❞ in the twenty first century. that part remained unspoken. ❝ so - ❞ she started .. as she turned around on her heel. a shit eating grin crossed her lips. ❝ what are you baking me , mrs. thompson ? ❞

scarecrow.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> ARMS SLIP AROUND HIS WAIST .. as she comes up behind him. her forehead presses against his shoulder blade. the kitchen smelt - amazing. ellie often forgets that sam can cook. and can cook well. it's usually the leaps taking it out of the pair of them , that forces them to look for food else where. meaning cooking was a luxury for them. at least - this leap they had some time to themselves. a nice modern kitchen all to themselves as well. they were lucky. ❝ you didn't have too. ❞ ellie mumbled as she pressed a kiss to his shoulder. before she moved - pulling her arms away .. and ducking underneath his arm ; before she wraps them around his stomach this time. pressing her chin against his chest - looking up at him. ❝ it smells great - ❞ ellie continued quickly with a huff of a laugh. ❝ but you didn't have to cook for me , sam. ❞

marty.

gooshie starts to laugh. it's a suppressed titter, more breath than sound, like a kid trying to keep their composure in the back of the classroom.

marty.

"it ain't so bad."

tina's grin is as big and bold and bright as her flashing, geometric earrings.

marty.

it’s acknowledged in the meeting of their eyes. her buffed nails gleam in the low light when verbena's fingers reach to enclose and cradle the proffered wine glass into her palm's hollow.

a thin exhale bleeds between her teeth.

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || ❝ what took you so long? ❞ || @quantumleapt

❝ The man in front of me pulled a gun on the barista. ❞

SPOKEN FAR TOO NONCHALANTLY, HIS TYPICALLY STOIC TONE UNWAVERING AS HE TOOK HIS SEAT NEXT TO SAM. On this occasion, the stars had aligned perfectly - an entire afternoon clear of appointments, and pleasantly warm weather, had culminated in the two men opting to enjoy an increasingly rare bout of quality time together. Picnic assembled, a local park bench had been acquired, and the pair had settled down - only for he himself to initiate a coffee run; one that'd taken considerably longer than planned.

HANDING THE OTHER HIS REQUESTED BEVERAGE, HE TOOK A SIP OF HIS OWN. To-go cup resting gently atop his knee, he continued, the gravity of the situation still, seemingly, being lost on him: