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cauldron-of-oddities · 1 month

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Blue

Ekko had always loved her hair, long, soft, and oh so blue. Blue caught the light a hundred different ways, blue that soothed, blue that lured. That love of blue should have been his first clue.

Sure, he himself would be clad in browns, greens and oranges, all lovely earthy tones. But to look at? Blue. Always blue.

Powder was his best friend, his cleverest friend, and his prettiest friend, too. Sure, he was only ten, but he knew. He knew they'd be two of a feather.

He wasn't quite sure how to share how he felt, but she loved gifts and hugs, and with his keen sight, he found many gifts. Things castaway by others that were still good, he had no need to keep them so she could have them and grace him with her smile. And hugs, well, he had plenty of those, and really, those were for him too. He really liked them too.

When he was twelve and she eleven, on a lazy afternoon, they were tinkering away in the room she shared with her siblings. He gave into the urge to finally touch all that blue (not like the little playful tugs that came before).

“Can I braid your hair?” he asked before the nerve left him.

“Huh?” Large blue eyes looked up at him from her project.

“Um, your hair, it's coming loose, would you like..? Could I braid it for you?"

“Oh. Yeah, that be nice.”

Gently brushing, parting, and folding her hair, the two lost sense of time. When their feathers came, it would be called preening, and bonded pairs did that for each other. The unbidden thought causing fierce heat rose to his cheeks. It left him all pleasantly tingly inside, though.

He finishes her braids and keeps the last bit in his hands. He wants to give voice to what he feels.

“Umm, Pow, I uh…”

She looks over her shoulder with a relaxed hum. Blue once again robs him of his voice, looking in those deep blue eyes he resolves again to say something.

“Oi, love birds! Dinner!” Vi skwaked then cackled, changing form as she landed on the open windowsill, shaking the last of her eagle feathers off. The spell they'd found themselves under broke as they stuttered out protests. Powder's cheeks were a bright pink, and he thought that was a very pretty colour, too.

He's thirteen, and his feathers come in. His first change is freeing, soaring high in the sky with a silence and swiftness that left him giddy. And blue, he can still see blue!

He's kept his earthy tones, and he sees Pow staring at him. He looks up inquisitively at all those gathered for his birthday from his perch on the back of a chair.

“An owl.” She breathes and reaches out to run her fingers over his feathers like she's enchanted by him. No way would he ever tell just how nice that was or how pleased he felt when her next whispered words were “You're so soft…” For once no one makes a comment, even if from the corner of his eye he sees Mylo make kissy faces and a Vi give him a sound smack over the head.

A year later, when her feathers came, nothing went the same. She's all sleek and dark and wonderfully mischievous looking, and he wants to touch her too. Is she as smooth as she looks? His fingers itch, but before he can,

“A crow!” Mylo shouts out from behind him with disbelief and something like disdain in his voice. “Damn” he sniggers “Nice symbolism for the jinx."

Powder shrinks in on herself and with a violent ruffel of her feathers takes off. She misses how her sister and Ekko call for her. How Vander turns to Mylo and tells him off.

With a glare aimed at Mylo, Ekko shifts in his takeoff run. Luckily, he knows Powder just as well as her sister does. He knows she'll find the highest place to hide.

He finds her perched atop the highest tower in Zaun, puffed up and dejected. Stuck as a bird for now, your first shift would always last a day or so before you remembered how to be human shaped again.

He lands silently beside her and makes a soft sound, almost a coo. She looks at him only to turn away from him again.

He looks at her with his owl eyes and she's not black, not truly, she's the deepest indigo blue, and when the light catches her just so electric and sapphire blue glint and shine off of her.

The colour was utterly captivating. He shifts back to his human form and settels beside her. “I know what they say about crows, but you're you. You were you yesterday, you were you today, and you'll be you tomorrow, just a bit more free. That's a good thing.”

He finally reaches his hand towards her, slowly not to startle her. She's every bit as smooth as he thought, his fingers gliding over her head and back. The puff of her feathers settled down in the trail.

Sure, many stories say crows were bad luck and should not get along with any others, but owls and crows shared so much of the same meaning. And that was the important bit as far as he was concerned.

He remembered how good her words made him feel when he first changed. With the lightest of touches, he kept running his fingers over her back. “Your feathers are so smooth”. He utters quietly and with a deep breath for courage:

“Do you know how beautifully blue you glow?"

#timebomb #jinx x ekko #the owl and the crow #the mis adventures of the owl and the crow #fluff #shapeshifter au #more slice of life #ekkojinx

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triona-tribblescore · 5 months

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They meet at some stupid house party~

#this was gonna be a whole pretty peice #but the background was giving me so much greif #I just wanted to cram in a quick drawing of them while I had a second :')#heheh love them sm #I love au's and fics where it takes on more of a slice of life type of feel #a nice change of pace #usagi is talking some random wild stories about him and his friends #leo doesnt fully believe him but find him cute anyway uvu #rottmnt leo #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt usagi #usagi yuichi #leoichi #leosagi #tribbleart

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sushiisiu · 5 months

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i always get a little sad when people tell me they like scollace from just my fan art and haven't checked out any of the source material because like nothing i make is going to ever fully represent their dynamic and the joy of shipping to me is really engaging with the canon material and going crazy over breaking down the crumbs of content. and it's a nice comic series! even just watching the anime you're missing out on a lot without context from the comics.

so i guess for the record for anyone who's interested but don't know where to start, /especially/ if you're just here for roommate yaoi. start with the comics. it's the most "scollace-heavy" and it's only 6 books. starting with the anime would probably leave you really confused on why anyone ships them (or what's going on if this is your first exposure to scott pilgrim media) the movie is a fine entrance piece also, imho. like it lets you in on the dynamics between each character and the general plot (even though the characterization is pretty boiled down, but hey a lot of shots are 1:1 to the comics so that's fun.) but yeah. don't let my silly gay drawings dictate your shipping takes. read the books yourself! they're fun and if you're a fresh adult that still feels perma-14 you'll probably find it fun too.

also they're stupidly domestic all the time

#siu talks #i always associate the comics w that awkward feeling of being an adult but not really #but still navigating life and relationships and all that jazz #so i have no idea why the movie and anime are both more focused on these larger than life characters and ridiculous fights #when in the comics they are more secondary to the slice of life stuff #and every ex is sort of a device to present the next challenge in scottmona's relationship #so yeah just some thoughts ive had #scollace

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hattiestgal · 6 days

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Dragons Roar

#my art #my ocs #Kiera #my gf and i have been brainstorming some collaborative worldbuilding for a little bit now #which involved the merging of the universe kiera is from with a more slice of life style s ifi fantasy mix #all of this to say #it'd be 100% normal for kiera to wear ill-fittimg tanktops and shorts #and uh. ough

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ministarfruit · 2 months

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I love this slice of life arc

#vtuber #holostars #holotempus #banzoin hakka #josuiji shinri #I JUST THOUGHT THEIR SLICE OF LIFE EPISODES WERE CUTE #I miss doing these little clips #I wanna do some more but time is so scarce...#maybe I'll work on them to wind down sometimes hehe #I LOVE THE JAPAN ARC IF YOU CAN'T TELL

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arkiwii · 2 months

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Dinner time

#saria is teaching ifrit how to cook #i love the idea that they prepare dinner for when she's back for her #she's so busy sometimes she forgets to eat #oh to have a caring family #i should draw more slice of life stuff #with ifrit too!!#arknights #stalkiwiart #olivia silence #saria #ifrit #fanart

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dapper-lil-arts · 19 days

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It's never too late to love, it's never too late to live.

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shoujo-dump · 3 months

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Tomodachi Ijou - Only 5 cm

#Tomodachi Ijou #More than a Friend #Only 5 cm #Okazaki Mari #manga #josei #josei manga #manga romance #romance manga #josei romance #slice of life manga #manga blush #josei blush #josei cap #manga cap #manga hug #josei hug #job hunting #job search

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hitlikehammers · 2 months

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safe under you

rating: t ♥️ cw: criminal-levels of softness ♥️ tags: established relationship, rockstar husbands, writing vows, soul-deep love, slice of life, softness

for @steddielovemonth day nineteen: Love is the comfort of quiet moments (@tboygareth)

the rockstar husbands are back on their soft-sleepy-romantic bullshit idk ♥️ maybe I'll get around to writing the ACTUAL VOWS next time

“You’re so quiet.”

Which meant Eddie should have heard his husband approaching but: as it stands he really, really didn’t, and he jumps hard when Steve whispers from behind his shoulder over the back of the couch.

Steve laughs at the glare Eddie shoots him—a half-hearted one at best but there—as he reaches to start rubbing at the crook of his neck, up and down on either side and the glaring goes away instantly because: Steve Harrington?

Has magical hands.

“Whatcha doing?” he murmurs close to Eddie’s ear and Eddie hums a little as he gathers himself from going immediately-boneless under Steve’s touch, the kneading of his palm against Eddie’s strained muscles because he’s been down here…not too long, he doesn’t think. They’d gone to bed together at normal time, and he’d fallen asleep, too; he’d just been restless when he woke up, and knew it was the kind of thing he wouldn’t get more rest out of unless he did something about it, so he’d kissed Steve’s head and rolled out of bed, regretful for it but hopeful, too, that if he gave in to the nagging at the back of his head, he’d quiet it enough to be able to slip back in next to his beloved, and lean against the mattress just so, so that Steve’s arms could curl around him as they always did: soft and sweet and waiting to hold him.

Eddie just hasn’t…managed to get there, yet.

“Writing,” Eddie sighs, and then whines a little as Steve’s hands leave their place on his shoulders, and he turns to look because where’s Steve going, Steve shouldn’t go anywhere, Steve should stay right—

Here.

And look at that: Steve’s plopping himself down on the sofa next to Eddie, a little too far but then he’s scooting further, and Eddie opens his mouth to protest but then Steve’s dropping down, draping his body over Eddie’s lap and laying against him, looking up at him with still-half-sleepy eyes and just…

He’s just so fucking beautiful, y’know?

“You’re never quiet when you’re writing,” Steve says, head tilted up, eyes closed as he leans back against the armrest where Eddie’s got his notebook, his face so soft. His mouth so soft—

“Campaign, you mumble to yourself,” Steve continues on, his voice syrupy, still only half-committed to waking; “lyrics, you hum if you don’t have a guitar,” and then he reaches down toward Eddie’s knee and taps rhythmic there:

“And you drum your fingers,” and Steve smiles as his fingers dance for a few languid moments before he eases his lashes open and meets Eddie’s gaze, because Eddie’s gaze has been on his since he settled in his lap.

Because: duh.

“Looks like it’s hard, too,” Steve sucks his lower lip between his teeth, face still soft but mouth quirked just a little downward, still a little dream-soaked and Eddie love that part, but: never the downturn of that mouth.

“Hmm?” Eddie rumbles low so Steve’ll maybe feel it a little where he’s pressed; the little hazy giggle Steve lets out as he nuzzles into Eddie’s middle just that tiny bit: he felt.

Eddie likes to think he’s never been so in love, but he doesn’t…he doesn’t believe he’s ever not loved Steve with all of his everything.

He’s just wholly convinced that his everything grows with ever moment beside this man, every heartbeat lived together: it stretches him wider, broader every day for the singular purpose of holding the all of his love ever-bigger.

“Whatever you’re working on,” Steve murmurs, just short of sleep-slurred; “you’ve got this,” and he reaches, bats a little around Eddie’s face before he lands between his eyebrows and smooths the skin there which, okay, fine, had been all wrinkled-up.

“Means you’re concentrating too hard,” Steve comments sagely, patting Eddie’s cheek a little blind as he settles wholly back in Eddie’s lap.

“This happens to be very important,” Eddie counters with a tiny flick to Steve’s ear, which is met with a little squeak that warms his insides so delicate, so thorough and full.

“Doubtful,” Steve manages to scoff, like he’s tipping closer to wakefulness but not there yet; “not important enough to make you,” and Steve’s the one flicking now, light at Eddie’s forearm in emphasis:

“Quiet and frowny.”

He’s so…he’s fucking edible he’s so adorable, that’s what he is—Jesus.

“Not frowny,” Eddie lets a little at Steve’s hair, all tousled from the bed; “invested.”

Steve purses his lips and tries—fails, but tries—to peek at the notebook on level with his temple.

“What’s got you so invested, then?” he finally gives up trying to turn and read where Eddie’s hasn’t even bothered trying to hide, not least because there is nothing there, and just asks. And Eddie could dodge it. Steve would respect it if he did.

But he…he doesn’t. Generally speaking he doesn’t hide anything from Steve. Big or small. Their life is a shared thing from top to bottom and Eddie loves that about them so fucking fierce, so. He just sighs and admit it.

“My vows.”

Because that’s what’s been keeping him up, that’s what drove him out of the soft joy of their bed, that’s what amounted to scribbles and cross-outs alone on the page in front of him and it should be this hard, Eddie’s a decent enough lyricist, not to mention most of his songs all this time are for, or inspired by, or just about, generally, all-encompassingly: Steve. It’s always Steve.

Which makes it that much more unbearable that he can’t seem to fucking write his goddamn vows.

Then, though, just then; the most unexpected thing happens. Or starts.

Steve starts shaking against him and there a half-second he’s worried—does it hurt his sweetheart, that he can’t get the words down, does it make him sad, is he cryi—

No.

No: it only takes half-a-second for the anxiety to fade and the sound to register alongside the trembling: Beautiful. Radiant. Still wholly unexpected.

Steve’s laughing.

“That’s silly,” Steve finally tells him, looking up at him with genuine north in his eyes and yes, he’s still a little sleepy-drunk, but the feeling is wholly present and…

Eddie isn’t sure what to do with it—wants to just wrap himself inside it and savor but: his vows…laughable?

Silly?

“What?”

“You’ve already made your vows,” Steve grins up at him, all brightness; “like, three times,” and, okay.

Okay, that’s not exactly wrong, though he could probably try to argue that it was more three proposals’ worth of vows, and are those actually vows, if it’s just a proposal—

“Proposals fucking count,” Steve waves his wrist definitively and…Eddie isn’t sure if he said any of that out loud?

Then: probably wouldn’t make a difference either way. They know each other.

“The first one was legitimately with the twisty-tie from a loaf of Home Pride,” Eddie points out because: because that…that’s probably not as important—

“Mmhmm,” Steve hums, and lifts his left hand: there’s a simple ring on his left hand, pricey for their budget when they’d gathered their family and committed to always in front of them under a temperate Indiana summer’s sky, bonfire and barbecue lively in the background: but that ring wasn’t smooth; it had a long-worn-bare stick of metal wrapped around it and soldered, one that used to be covered in bright paper to stick out against a plastic bread bag:

“I remember well,” and Steve sounds so soft, so blissfully taken in by the memory of that first time Eddie had proposed and, fuck.

Fuck, the butterflies never go away, do they? That effervescent joy stays fresh and vivacious forever.

Thank fuck; he wants no less of this; for them. The love they have deserves no less.

“Still want to melt down the Ring Pop,” Steve says as he plays with his ring; “make it match,” and that’d been the second time: Steve had bought Eddie a ring at a ren faire, and Eddie’d been beside himself to reciprocate, immediately, because Steve deserved no less, and that was how the bum-end of a long-licked Ring Pop came to live eternally on Steve’s keys.

To be eyed for melting into a full-hoop shape for years, now, but Eddie kinda thinks it’s loved and treasured plenty, just as it already is.

“I love you so fucking much,” Steve tells him, apropos of nothing, and that’s…that’s kind of exactly how they work, yeah. They just love.

So fucking much.

Eddie’s pulse kinda skips with it, bounces like pigtails hopscotching along, all unbridled glee. He draws Steve hand to his lips, kisses his knuckles.

“Aren’t you,” Eddie swallows as he lifts his blank notebook and shakes it around a little: “aren’t you stressing over them?”

Because it doesn’t sound like he is, and that’s…sure, they’ve done this before, if not with a license in hand like they will this time. But Steve’s always been more prone to worry over stuff like this. So while Eddie doesn’t want the man he loves to be anxious, he is…kinda wondering, is all.

“Not writing any,” Steve shrugs and lets the motion turn him a little against Eddie’s lap, to look up more straight-on.

“You know I’m not great with words,” Steve tells him simply; “like, planning them out, I’ll fuck it up in the moment and then I’ll just be more flustered.”

And, yeah: okay. That’s a fair point.

Then there’s a hand slipping up his jaw, and crawling his cheek, and turning him down to look at Steve closer:

“Figured I can just look at you, and I’ll,” Steve’s pupils get bigger as he exhales, as he takes in Eddie’s face and beams at him, strokes his cheekbone with his thumb.

“The most important things are always right there,” Steve breathes warm: “so I’ll just say what’s already waiting.”

And shit. The man says he’s bad at words.

“You’re the light of life, Steve Harrington,” Eddie whispers, contorting himself to lean and Steve sees, arches up to press their lips as Eddie mouths against him: “the song in my soul,” and fuck: he means it so many times over he could never count it, could never pin a number to it. It’s too vast.

“See, look at you,” Steve taps his cheek playfully, but so soaked up with love; “you’ve already got all your words, so,” and then he lets his hand slide off Eddie’ face, and he sits up just to grab at Eddie’s legs, swing them up onto the couch and settles himself between them, tugging Eddie from the calves further down until he’s propping himself up by his palms.

“C’mon,” Steve coaxes, and uses his back to ease Eddie down and: oh. Oh, he wants them laid out on the cushions.

And well: Eddie could, would, will only ever oblige, if the question is do you want to lay down with your husband thrice-almost-four-times-over?

Because again: duh. If they were really in the market for silly ideas.

Steve sighs so happily, so airy and bright even as Eddie reaches to flick the light off, and wraps his arms to rest around Steve, sure and close where he holds him to his chest, folds him in where he already nuzzles deeper and:

It’s how safe my heart feels under the weight of your head.

Well, fuck him.

Maybe he does know his vows already.

tag list (comment to be added): @pearynice @hbyrde36 @slashify @finntheehumaneater @wxrmland @dreamwatch @perseus-notjackson

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late-nightfalls · 3 months

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Think about Bruce Wayne trying to do his little girl's hair before she goes to school.

The girl wanted a pretty braid or she wouldn't go to school, no way!

Bruce has no idea how to do this. He's in trouble!

Alfred is not participating! He can't!

Alfred can only watch from afar as Batman faces one of his biggest challenges: Brushing his daughter's hair.

"Boss Bruce, maybe you should ask for help"

"Negative"

He asked for help shortly afterwards.

#batman #batfam #bruce wayne #batfamily #batsis #slice of life #fluff prompts #domestic fluff #Bruce its trying to be a good father #Alfred is proud of him...more or less?#What If Bruce Waynes's have a daughter #dc universe #dc comics #batman dc #dc batman #batman comics #batsis!reader #batfam x reader #batfamily x reader

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betweenblackberrybranches · 11 months

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Castle in the sky AU ahoy

This belongs with that first chapter of the CitS AU that i posted last week

Just a first look at the guy

Its just a little side project for comfort

#castle in the sky au #fnaf sun #sundrop #dca #daycare attendant #my art #okay guys look #this is pure comfort #maybe ill rework the au to fit more slice of life fluff in there #bc i am depressed and i need to just live out my days on the flying island please #i mean the actual story i came up with is a little sad so maybe ill just rework it to be happy instead!#just been feeling down and drawing plants is the best distraction #yay new au i guess #putting it on the au pile #guy has no mouth

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tyuyuz · 4 months

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SOHEE Love 119, 2024

#riize #riizenet #useroro #ultkpopnetwork #sohee #lee sohee #*#he's literally soooo coming-of-age/slice of life protagonist coded #i do nawt like these dimensions but i needed more frames and the grain wouldn't let me have that with my usual one lsmfksel #anyways cute song <3 he's the highlight as always

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cerubean · 3 months

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it's been raining nonstop in brindleton bay...

#kinda obsessed w/ brindleton rn i wish more of the worlds were as nicely detailed #ts4 scenery #sims 4 #s4mm #simblr #s #alsoo i made another new hosuehold and this one is a single-ish mom w/ a frat boy bd its so fun and super challenging bc-#homegirl has 2 jobs is in college and has an infant like!! IM stressed #i rlly wish i had a better computer so i could do lets plays i feel like thatd be so fun just having a slice of life kind of series where-#i play diff households each time in the same save like rotationally <333 one day #first tag rambling of the year everyone!! mark ur calendars

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imagination-confusion · 5 months

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Consider...

They're friends! :D

(I'm sorry if Barnaby's arm looks off I tried my absolute best-)

#digital art #colored sketch #barnaby b beagle #welcome home arg #dogday #smiling critters #poppy playtime #I thought of an AU involving the two medias between The Playfellow Workshop and Playtime Co.#The Smiling Critters are redesigned to fit more into Welcome Home puppet show and it's hybrid between live-action puppets #and animated 2D segments #This is not a serious lore AU but more of a funny slice of life universe #CatNap and Wally Darling are goals #The story is that the Smiling Critters are new neighbors moving into the neighborhood of Home #All the Critters live under one roof as roommates and have hijinks and wacky things shenanigans ensue #Smiling Critters x Welcome Home AU #I wanted to add a background but sadly I couldn't get anything down #I already have animatic ideas #Hyperfixation shenanigans combining two favorite medias into one ultimate act of passion

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angelofsmalldeaath · 3 days

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like real people do — a.h.b.

cw: drug use (weed), suggestive content, shotgunning kinda, yapping (a lot of it)

smoke curls around my fingers in the moonlight. it’s 2 am on a summer night, the heat’s not blistering but it’s warm enough that we sit on the balcony with barely any clothes on, his hand on my thigh, my hand around a spliff.

“d’you think if we were on a different planet, or–or the moon, i dunno, you think we’d be on a balcony somewhere, pointing at the earth?” his voice sounds deeper to my ears than it usually does, the words floating through my veins as sluggishly as the blood.

it’s a thought that takes my mind to interesting places.

i snort. “you’re so high right now.”

he mimics my snort, eyes crinkling. “and you’re so far away right now, c’mere.”

i want to point out that our thighs are touching, my knee nudging his every few seconds when one of us moves. but then his fingers trail up, up, up—roughened pads of his index and middle fingers against the smooth skin of my thighs and suddenly i understand. he’s so far away.

it’d be nicer if i could climb inside him and make a home in his chest cavity. right next to his beating heart.

“thoughts,” he taps my head, “so many of them. what are you thinking?”

“about you, about your chest.”

“my chest?”

he turns fully now, facing me, body angled towards mine while his face looks half-amused half-confused. instead of answering, i take another drag of the spliff and hold it in my throat until it burns. until my body forces a release.

“you’re so high right now!” he mimics my words from before in a high pitched voice. a poor imitation.

“oi! you thought we could have a balcony somewhere on the moon!”

“i still think we would,” he protests. i watch him, enamoured all of a sudden, shivering when his thumb traces my bottom lip gently. “a house just like this. for the two of us. and i think i’d point at the earth, say ‘look at that, look at you and me—’”

“we’d somehow be on earth and on the moon? at the same time?”

my amused tone makes him roll his eyes. “two versions, darling. keep up please. now where was i?”

“look at you and me—”

“ah yes!” his hand wraps around mine, lifting it up until both our fingers are pointing at a random star in the sky.

“look at us, happy and content and tanned from the sun. you’d have blonde hair, i think—”

“you think i should have blonde hair?” i gasp at him, mock offended, “you don’t like my hair the way it is?”

“i love your hair. i’d love it even if it was red or blue or green or purple. but that’s not the point, the point is you’d have blonde hair because we’d be in the sun all day, gardening or keeping bees or kissing or—” and this time he waggles his brows like a teenager, “—fucking.”

i giggle. it’s a pretty thought, a distant dream. but in this moment, it almost feels…touchable. with my finger pointing at the star i grab, i curl my fingers until my hand closes into a fist and i feel the pulsating core of the fading dream in the centre of my palm. he smiles too, and brings the back of my hand to his lips.

“we could do that, be the earth version of ourselves instead of the moon version. i could dye my hair y’know? oooh! we could dye it at home.”

“absolutely not.” he dismisses the idea quickly, before my weed-addled brain can make any plans, and takes the spliff away from me. i don’t protest though—it’s a different kind of joy to watch him indulge, to watch it dangling lazily between his lips until he tilts his face up to the sky and exhales.

“mean,” i tut. “you’d think for a man with such a sweet tongue you’d be less mean to me.”

“oh, you think a lot about my tongue, do you?”

a flush creeps up my cheeks. it’s the heat in the air running inside me, crawling through my veins. it’s the beginning of a summer thunderstorm, zapping through my blood.

“i do. i think about you. all the time.”

“even now? when i’m right next to you?”

“especially now. when you’re so close and so far away.”

then i feel his hand on my waist, a small nudge, and suddenly i’m in his lap, head tucked into the crook of his neck. my cheek right above his beating heart.

“better?”

“much.”

“stay like this then. stay forever.”

i smile at the thought of forever, of us growing old and frail right here on his balcony, tangled up exactly like we are, his fingers running through my grey hair, my hand on his wrinkled cheek.

“open your mouth,” he nudges my chin with his thumb, parting my lips. a moment later smoke surrounds me—exhaled from his lungs, inhaled into mine. warm and charged and sweet.

the faded dream comes to life, this time tinged with the promise of forever. i smile and bury my face into his neck.

then i close my eyes.

#my first blurb/fic for hozier pls be kind <33 #i love slice of life which might not be everyone's cup of tea but i really do wanna write more of it #hozier x reader #like real people do #andrew hozier byrne #hozier #tw: drugs #mdni #minors do not interact #Spotify #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writblr

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