"I don't need to fight, I just need to think" he says as he realizes he can use his flexible legs as a weapon.
(I told you Id begin the year with srh super serious and not at all shitpost-y)
I know he doesnt kick out his leg as far anymore in game, but damn, when I saw a clip from his demo and he arched his leg up 180° to kick down his sword, that's all there was in my mind.
So, Alhaitham isnt just ripped, but has stretchy legs to boot.
Kaveh is one lucky man, if he wasnt so intimidated
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420
for the bonus round technically for @steddiemicrofic but also started as just @wynnyfryd's request for a shotgunning microfic with 420 words to celebrate us reaching 420 followers. it got silly. i'm not sorry.
rated: M
wc: 420
cw: drug use, drinking, shotgunning, steve is in outer space
tags: getting together kind of
bonus round prompt: “I have sleepy princess disorder. I have to lounge.”
Smoking weed was not a new concept for Steve.
Smoking while drunk, though, that was.
Robin was chaperoning, or at least trying to, but mostly failing.
Argyle and Jonathan were giggling in the corner.
Steve was in Eddie’s lap.
He didn’t remember how he got here anymore, just that Eddie had held the blunt to his lips and told him to breathe in, so he did.
The room was blurry, but only around the edges. Eddie was solid under him and in front of him.
He probably wasn’t even that affected by this shit.
“Doing okay, Stevie?” Eddie’s voice was soft, quiet, like he was keeping a secret.
“Mhm.”
His mouth was numb, or maybe his tongue? He couldn’t be sure, but he knew talking was hard.
He’d never drifted this far when he was high before.
“You wanna try something?” Eddie asked.
Steve blinked at him, knowing he needed to give an answer, but too lost in the way his eyes were glistening. Did they always do that?
“Stevie?”
“Hm?”
“You wanna try shotgunning?”
“Nancy has ‘em locked up, silly,” Steve giggled.
“No, sweetheart.” Sweetheart. “I’ll take a drag from this and blow it into your mouth. Secondhand smoke, but better.”
Eddie’s lips on his sounded great, actually.
“Yeah, okay.”
Steve��s mind was too cloudy to process Eddie’s next movements, especially when his hands left his hips (when had they even gotten there?) and didn’t even notice the small whine he let out at the loss.
“Sh. Just a second, Stevie.”
He could wait a second. For Eddie, he could do it.
A second was either really fast or really slow, but Eddie’s hand was touching his cheek, and the second didn’t really matter anymore.
His skin tingled under his touch.
And then his mouth was open, Eddie’s lips were against his, and he felt breath against his tongue.
“Close,” Eddie guided him, and Steve listened.
Steve could taste everything.
The weed, sure, but the aftertaste of Eddie’s last cigarette too, and whatever beer he’d been drinking before they started smoking.
Something just Eddie, too.
“Doing okay?”
Steve was laying down now, his head in Eddie’s lap. He was losing track of how he got in these positions, but it didn’t matter. Eddie would keep him safe.
“I have sleepy princess disorder. I have to lounge.”
Eddie’s laugh was loud, shaking Steve.
“Okay, princess.”
“Like that,” Steve said before closing his eyes.
“What?”
“You calling me nice things.”
Eddie’s lips touched Steve’s forehead, lingering for a moment.
“Okay, sweetheart.”
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