The worst kind of writer’s block is the kind where you know what’s going to happen and how it’s going to happen and everything other single detail but for fuck’s sake, it won’t turn into words.
all boobs are good boobs
all stomachs are good stomachs
all thighs are good thighs
all bodies are good bodies
yes yours, too, and don’t you forget it
Drabble that happened post Cap 2: Steve and Nat have become such bros, + a Girl.
Darcy x Steve
(let’s say Sam is off getting groceries. The yuppies really have an angle on Cap’s Kale intake.)
“Well, what are the odds?”
“Um. Pretty good actually, considering?” Steve replies, and Natasha laughs at his elbow as they both pass through the lobby of Stark Tower.