Jack watches from across the counter, propped up on his elbows, as Bittle prepares the peaches they picked together, hands and forearms and shoulders brushing in the shadowy lanes of the orchard. He watches as Bittle reaches for one, as he lifts it to his face and breathes deep, eyes closed and cheeks pink. The corners of his mouth tip into a smile, and Jack finds his own following suit, the contentment he feels mirrored and refracted back between the both of them, again and again and again. Summer in Georgia is hot and sticky, and Jack doesn’t care for the way his clothing feels too small, too tight against his limbs, but he loves this, here, with Bittle in his childhood kitchen.
With steady hands, Bittle slices just so into the flesh of the peach, catching the skin on the edge of his knife and pulling it free. He does this repeatedly, movements sure and easy even as his hand becomes slick with juice and the smell of peach permeates the air.
The Lazarus Pit caused Jason’s body to become healthier and stronger than the average human. After finding out that Tim is missing his spleen; Jason became hyper aware of how different their bodies are. This also causes him to become protective of Tim.
“Rosie is an 18 pound, 2-4 year old Terrier/Chi mix! Rosie is a very
sweet girl. She loves people and would do anything for snuggles and
attention. You can hold her on her back and pet her tummy like she’s a
know man, I just decided to go with it and write one more chapter. @chaoslaborantin advice is always goals. Answering asks about Kira has also made me want to write her a little older and I also came up with a somewhat realistic plan
for Mare and Cal… so roll with it I guess??? (some adorable fluff ahead, but also like serious shit too so be prepared)
One more of good ol’ Duke! Forgot to mention in my last submission, that Duke’s momma was a red nose pit, and we think his daddy was some kind of hound mix (blue tick is the closest I’ve gotten). For everyone who asked on the first submission!