#sassyscoops

             He pressed the ice pack to his jaw, the words slurring as he spoke around it. He was so tired and yet the exhaustion hadn’t hit him yet. Not really. It was like there was some kind of energy thrumming under his skin despite how badly the entirety of him ached.

                    “Why did you sneak up on me!” Steve pats her hands away from her face. “L-let me see. Are you sure it’s broken?”

song   .     romeo  &  juliet    -   hobo  johnson

❝ alright — hit me with it.  ❞     they'd  been  quiet  for  a  while  now,  sitting  on  steve's  back  porch  as  the  night  dragged  on.  the  two  were  exhausted,  but  there  was  no  way  in  hell  steve  could  sleep  at  the  moment.  his  head  felt  as  if  it  were  being  knocked  on  from  the  inside – out,  but    ' that's all normal with a concussion, '   the  doctor  had  said.  and  aside  from  this,  a  few  broken  ribs,  and  bruised  bones,  steve  was  in  the  clear.  this  didn't  mean  everything  still  hurt  like  hell.  he  inhales  very  slowly,  wincing  at  the  sharp  pain  in  his  sides.  ❝   i  know  ...  i  know  you've  probably  got  a  thousand  and  a  half  questions  right  now.   ❞

     “Tell me about it, Robin. Why do you think I have this bat poked full of nails? I’m nineteen… I got a lot of livin’ to do…”