bakerstreet | So ready for fall

Autumn Fun
Guess who loves autumn and misses

memebells? This user right here! So I'm trying again just to see if any other roleplayers miss it like I do. We all remember the rules but just in case:

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1. Pumpkin Carving - Gather together your supplies, your friends or just a random stranger to help you carve a pumpkin.
2. Fall hike - It's time to get out there and enjoy the leaves on this cool crisp day with a hike in the forest.
3. Corn Maze - Yes, for some reason you went to one and it's tricky then you think. Plus, who knows who you'll fun into?
4. Bonfire night - Perhaps you were invited to one, perhaps you just wanted a chance to enjoy some pretty flames or roast some marshmallows. Either way, you have a fire on you hands now!
5. Oktoberfest! - Have a night out enjoying german music, pretzels, sausages, sauerkraut and of course beers.
6. Grab a latte - Nothing makes coffee better than drinking it on a cool fall day. Of course coffee shops are just full of fun people: struggling writers, hard-working baristas, people watchers, rabid PSL fans, and more!

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( it is downright unfair how good steve looks. somehow, he makes this look easy, and eddie would be glaring daggers if he weren't so entirely charmed by steve. )

Yeah, yeah, I'll believe it when I see it, ( eddie gripes, but his voice has no heat. the truth is, he's glad he let steve convince him to come on this hike. this is much better than sitting in his trailer alone all day. )

Wait, you'd carry me? ( eddie's interest is immediately piqued. ) Samwise the Brave, carrying me out of Mordor and now up this hiking trail. ( he shakes his head with a laugh. ) I think I'll be able to make it without my feet actually falling off. But thank you for the offer, kind sir.

[ eddie is a pretty guy, with all of that hair and the autumn flush in his cheeks. he likes the way the strands frame his face, how they fall so haphazard and wild. eddie's wild, at times, and steve likes it. maybe a little too much. he feels as if his heart is going to burst, and it's not because of the hike. he's staring at eddie, and he wonders if it's obvious on his face. he lowers his chin, then glances back up, face changed into an expression of playfulness. ]

Oh yeah? You're about to see it, man. I promise.

[ when eddie asks if steve would actually carry him, steve nods once, brows knitted in faux-seriousness. he smiles then, big and bright, then steps closer. he places his hands on his hips, and when eddie rambles about... mordor? samwise? steve blinks, brows knitted honestly this time, his lips curled up in confusion. eddie laughs, that sweet sound, but steve still has questions. he can't let his mind and heart be bewitched by eddie munson in this moment. ]

Y'know what — what the hell is Mordor? What is Samwise? I hear you and Henderson talking about it, but seriously — what is it?

[ steve's face unclenches and he taps the toe of his shoe against eddie's. he's flirting, of course he is, but he still wants to know. all of this nerd shit really goes over steve's head, and while he's friends with dustin, good friends, there's still a lot he doesn't get. he thinks that eddie would give him a better explanation. his lips twitch and he wants to smile, but doesn't. ]

Is that some kind of Wizard of Rings or something? Lord of the Flies?

( eddie is oblivious at the best of times. he's also never been good at reading between the lines regarding a platonic versus a deeper bond. so the goofy expression on steve's face doesn't immediately give him away. eddie just assumes that steve likes his company and wants more guys his age around, considering his other options are his ex-girlfriend's boyfriend and a bunch of newly minted sophomores. )

Lord of the Rings. ( eddie sounds exasperated, though that might mostly be from the physical exertion from the hike. he rolls his eyes, shooting steve a pointed look. ) Only one of the best fantasy series of all time. ( he grins as he nudges steve back. oh yeah, totally platonic. )

You know, you might like it if you give a chance. You'd totally give Aragorn a run for his money with that hero shit.

( they make it to the promised rest stop, and eddie eagerly plops himself down, shaking his aching feet out while he gets the chance. ) I think my feet are gonna fall off.

[ steve folds his arms, head tilted back very slightly as he surveys eddie, dark eyes narrowing a touch. aragorn? all of it sounds ridiculous, but when eddie talks about it, there's a string of butterflies that release in the confines of his chest. he smiles, but briefly, before they hike the rest of the way slowly to the rest stop. eddie shakes out his feet, and steve sits next to him on the bench.

he glances over, one eye closed due to a streak of sunlight through the clouds. his hands brace him on the bench at his sides, and when eddie looks down at his feet - steve stares. really, truly stares, his eyes filled with the reflection of the prettiest thing he's ever seen. eddie has a thin sheen of sweat on him, so does steve, but the way his lips part and the air that saturates his lungs? oh, steve is so jealous of it. after a moment, he looks away, thinking to himself that maybe this isn't the best time to reveal some weirdo feelings for a friend. even if he's not used to rejection, there's always a first time. he fears it. ]

Do you need a little foot massage?

[ a glance back, a smile, a nudge to eddie's side. some part of him means it, that he'd rub away the soreness and let eddie piggyback on him. while he loves spending time with eddie like this, alone, sweet and quiet - steve knows better. he knows to not chase eddie away, to not scare him. steve doesn't want to come on too strong, so he gazes back down at eddie's feet. ]

Here.

[ he pats his thighs. ]

Just put them up here.

[ so much for that. ]

( no matter how oblivious eddie might be, even he can't ignore that a foot massage is not usually something guys give each other. or maybe it's a jock thing. they're all doing so much physical exercise that it might make sense that they'd be a bit more forthcoming with easing sore muscles.

before eddie can overthink himself into an anxiety spiral, he shrugs and shifts so that he can place his feet on steve's lap just as he instructed. whatever is going on here, eddie can't deny that his feet could use some relief right now. )

You give foot massages often?

( eddie tries to lighten the mood with a grin even though there is something squirming inside of him, threatening to burst. and yeah, maybe steve isn't the only one with a crush. that would explain how steve has convinced eddie to come out here in the first place. it's not like he would agree to such a hike with just anyone. )

[ steve feels strange, but it isn't necessarily a bad thing. eddie's feet are in his lap, the warmth of his body radiating through his knees, his legs. he places his hand on eddie's left ankle, the closest one, before his thumb traces the skin above his socks. it doesn't last long, as steve doesn't want to alarm eddie, so he gets to work on the laces of his boots. the undoes them with gentle fingers - and that scares him. just how right this feels, how intimate, how profound in its simplicity. steve's brows knit for a moment at a stubborn knot, but it soon comes undone.

peeling off the boot to reveal eddie's socks, steve places it to the side of him on the bench. he ministrations then turn to the right foot, and he repeats the gesture. a slow flick of his thumb, then off with the shoe. he licks his bottom lip, surveying where he should begin, but within in the moment, he's massaging eddie's right foot, palm working the arch. he doesn't know why he's doing this, but maybe it's to get closer. so, so much closer. every movement is careful, making sure not to hurt eddie.

steve can't think of a time when he's been this gentle - and he knows not to look at eddie right now. he knows that eye contact would just make it awkward, so he keeps his head down, hair on his brow as he continues. ]

No.

[ it's a standard answer, issued casually. he wants to turn to eddie, wants to look at him, wants that special ah moment, but he can't. call it stage fright, call it a fear that eddie will snatch himself away and run. used to getting what he wants, steve is having trouble reconciling these feelings in his mind. rejection, terrifying loss. he then remembers that he's survived worse - the upside down, for one, but this all seems more overwhelming. he likes eddie, like-likes him, and that's enough. maybe he should just keep quiet. he tries, but: ]

You're getting the very first one.

( you're getting the very first one. that statement hits eddie like a sack of flour. steve doesn't give foot massages. period. except for eddie. nonetheless, steve's hands feel so fucking good right now, and whatever initial awkwardness at steve touching his feet has melted away with the heat creeping across eddie's cheeks.

eddie's getting steve's very first foot massage, but the care and attention steve is giving him make this feel like more than just a friendly offer. he suddenly finds it difficult to swallow, his throat going dry. is he looking too deeply into this? )

Steve.

( eddie says his name too softly, breathlessly. there is so much he wants to say in response to that, but all of it seems like too much. eddie is used to being too much but can't be too much to steve; he just can't. if he loses this, the camaraderie with steve, he doesn't know what he'd do. )

Thank you.

So ready for fall

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