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[bratdotcom]

Your blog reminds me of….

Little bit - Lykke Li

Smarty - Lana Del Rey

Velvet Crowbar - Lana Del Rey

🖤!

Oh em gee I'm gonna make a playlist of all the songs y'all send that remind y'all of me eeek thank youuu ♡

[htchnr]

♰ right here ༻ C. HOWARD.*ೃ˚

AUTHORS NOTE ➻ for the dear anon who asked if i could write something with Prewar!Cooper comforting you after loosing a pet — i'm so sorry for you, and i hope you're doing as okay as you can! 🩷 i hope this fic helps even just a little, and just know that my inbox/messages are open if you want to talk! 🩷

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

the day you had to take your cat to the vet had shattered you; the anxiety, the worry, the painfully inevitable heartbreak — your body couldn't take it. you were thankful for the comfort your boyfriend, Cooper, had given you.

it was a little awkward at first, the relationship may not have been very old yet — the pair of you were only together for less than a year — but you had been friends for a quite a while before that. you were familiar with his home, with him and his mannerisms. and his stiff comfort.

"hey now, come 'ere," he mutters once he opens his front door to find you standing before it. his warm hands pulling you into his home and into his arms. you cling onto him, burying your face into the crook of his neck as he closes the door. he stiffens, but quickly holds you tight.

he slowly leads you to the large couch in his living room, sitting you down on it before joining you. he pulls you close to him, your arms wrapped around his waist as he drapes your legs across his lap, a strong arm around your shoulders and the other hand rubbing gentle, yet firm circles into your thighs. "you'll be alrigh'," his usually light southern twang coming out more with his lowered voice and worry. "we'll get through this,"

you shake your tear stained face against his neck, you honestly don't know how you'll get through this. you don't even know if you can get through this.

his hold tightens as he pulls you as close as possible, gently nodding his head. "it'll be a while," he whispers, "but it'll slowly get better, bit by bit." his thumb rubbing circles into your skin.

you let out another sob against him and he closes his eyes. he hates seeing you cry. "i know it seems impossible now," another sob, "i know honey, i know," he rests his cheek against the top of your head. "and i know it hurts to think that one day it might not make you feel as sad anymore," he breathes, he was never the best at comforting people. he was good at many things, but comforting was always difficult for him.

"but that's okay, because one day you'll look back at all the memories, and you'll only be able to smile at them. no more tears, sad smiles perhaps, but no more tears." he pulls one hand away, running his fingers over your hair. "we'll get through this, together." his voice is the gentlest you've ever heard it, and the sound seems to slightly soften the pain inside.

and you believe his words, that it'll slowly get better. it takes you a little while to slow the crying, slowly dying down to occasional sniffle against him. but he holds you through it all, time and time again reminding you that he's there, and that things will get better again.

not tagging the taglist for this one, as i hope it finds you quickly dear Anon, and that i hope you know that you can will get through this 🩷🩷

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[saintfrality]

hihihi I just wanted 2 say that I love your theme!! Your edits are also super cool ^_^

TYSM! ^^

[saintfrality]

hey uhhh not a request but what's replycons?

its the images people use when responding to asks! (it might be better to ask someone else as i don't really know how to explain it..)

[saintfrality]

i love your edits! i hope you're okay with questions - i was wondering what software you use to edit gifs & add them to images? hope you're having a good day!

TYY!! and I am - I use photopea for gifs <3

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[htchnr]

♰ interstate love ༻ ASH WILLIAMS.*ೃ˚

✮ꜜmasterlist. ✮ꜜbuy me a coffee!

content warning Ash's scheme to get you in his lap ⋆ drinking ⋆ Ash's obsession with beer ⋆ 9 million pet names ⋆ he's kinda insufferable and awful ⋆ but he's awfully cute and we love this old man anyway ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

summary requested by a lovely anon ; may I please request something along the lines of older ash being soft with a younger s/o who is an painter. Maybe the reader paints him and he teases her...? wordcount 1,2k.

authors note i went with drawing instead of painting for this, as i thought it fit better — but UHG i love how this turned out 🫠😩 y'all PLEASE flood my inbox with Ash requests, i'm gonna single hand-idly revive the Ash fandom 🤠

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

the trailer was quiet, Ash had gone out for a beer run and you were left in silence. you didn't mind, cause that gave you some time alone to draw.

your pencil sketched mindlessly across the paper of your sketch book, and in a few minutes you realised you were drawing Ash. he did have such nice features, his sharp nose and those sweet brown eyes. and since you see him daily, it was easy to draw from memory.

✮ꜜ : ❛

time flew while you drew, sketching his various features onto the paper as you hummed a song to yourself. you hadn't realised how long it had been until the trailer door swung open, Ash coming through with a few cases of beer in his arms. " heya sweet cheeks, " he calls out, setting the beer aside and grabbing two cans.

he looks up from the cases, having not heard your response. he looks around, finding you tucked comfortably into the couch, sketching away. he huffs with a smile, he always wonders what you're drawing whenever he notices it.

he cracks open one can, taking a large chug before walking over to you. you were so into the drawing that you barely noticed him coming in, let alone standing so close — a surprised sound leaving your lips as he sits down next to you with a grunt, an arm swung behind you over the back of the couch.

" oh hey, didn't notice you were back, " you breathe, closing your sketch book and holding your hand out to accept the beer. you set your sketch book aside as you crack the can open, closing your eyes as you take a large swig. it's so warm outside of and in the trailer, the cold beer is very welcome.

you open your eyes once you swallowed, finding Ash's eyes on you with that damn look on his face — like he's either up to something or literally dying to ask something. " what? " you squint your eyes at the older man beside you, taking a sip of your beer. you did not like this look.

he throws back what appears to be half his beer in one go, eyes remaining on you. " nothin', just wondering what's got you so hooked on that book, didn't even hum when i came in, " he responds, and that confirms your suspicion.

you shrug, trying to scoot your thigh over the book beside you on the couch. " just drawing, you know how concentrated i can get. " you take another sip.

now it's his turn to squint his eyes at you, " what's got your panties in a twist, dollface? " his face is mere inches from yours. an exaggerated 'thinking' look on his face. " you drawing me naked? " his smirk splits into that damn sleazy grin of his.

you shove against his shoulder and huff, " pff, you wish old man. " as you throw the remainder of your beer back, chucking the empty can into the trashcan beside the couch.

he pouts, throwing his beer back too, and missing the trashcan as he chucks the can. " damnit Ash, what did we talk about? you've got shit aim stop chucking things around. " you grumble, standing up from the couch to pick up the can and throw it in the trash.

for a moment you're expecting him to whistle or make a lame comment as you bend over to grab the can, but the moment you look back up from the floor you see why he's not — he's nabbed your sketchbook and is flitting through it.

your eyes widen, moving back to the couch. " hey! give that back! " you huff, kneeling beside him on the couch, but he merely grins, holding the book out of reach. " oh come on, " you swat his chest, one hand on his shoulder and the other trying to grab the book from him.

but his arms are longer, the book is out of reach. you let out a yelp as his right arm wraps around your waist, easily pulling you to straddle his lap from your position. " come on baby, let me see what's in it, " he pouts, his right arm tightening around your waist as he looks up at you.

you sigh, one hand resting on his chest. " if you wanted me in your lap you could've just said so, " you grumble, contemplating if you want him to look through the book or not. though, you know despite his teasing and occasionally slightly insufferable personality he'd comply if you said you really didn't want him looking through it. his hips buck up teasingly into yours.

he chuckles, chest moving beneath your hand. " oh peach, i always want you in my lap, " while that stupid grin stretches across his lips, his eyes are looking for any signs that he's overstepping. you've always liked that about him, he's very observant of the people he pesters — you especially.

you give him another second, watching those horrible sweet brown eyes before sighing, leaning forward to lay your head on his shoulder. " fine, you can look through it. " you just know his grin increased in size, his left hand coming down in front of him so he can actually see the book.

you watch from your comfortable position as he flits through the sketchbook, occasionally looking at some drawings longer than others, surprised and appreciative hums coming from him. " wow, these are amazing! " he exclaims, the arm around your waist adjusting so he can use his right hand as well, the metal hand holding the book carefully.

you just bury your face into the crook of his neck, the overpowering smell of his aftershave washing over you. you could never react properly when people complimented your work, it just felt strange to you.

he flicks through the last few pages, before stopping at the page you had just been working on. you felt his whole body tense beneath you. oh god, he hates them doesn't he? he's uncharacteristically quiet for a few minutes, and your mind is racing.

you look up from his neck, eyes meeting the side of his face, his eyes wide and this strange look between shock and amazement on his face. " Ash ..? " you poke his chest, is he malfunctioning?

he blinks when you poke him, as if you poked him back into motion. " you drew me? " and for the first time in a while you can place the tone in his voice. you think it's positive?

you swallow, " yeah, i was bored while you were out and just kinda came from my pen by itself, " you explain, watching his features slowly change. " you've got pretty memorable features, " you let out a breathy laugh.

you look between him and the paper, now that you had them side by side, even you were shocked at how well you had captured him. the drawing were nearly identical to him. " do you, like them? " you ask hesitantly.

he blinks, setting the sketchbook down and looking up at you. " do i like them? " he repeats. you swallow again and nod. " are you kidding me? " you blink, your heart starting to sink a little. " they're incredible, dollface! " he hugs you tightly, both arms around your waist.

you let out a relieved sigh that turned into a laugh, " yeah? you really like them? " you pull away, a sparkle in his pretty eyes.

he nods, pressing a firm kiss to your lips. " when they're done, can i hang them up? " his face looks childishly hopeful. you're always amazed at how young he can look in moments like these despite his age.

you shrug, " sure, if you want to, " his eyes light up. " you really wanna stare at your own mug on paper all day? " you squint your eyes, and his grin returns at your playfulness.

he pulls you in closer, his breath fanning across your lips. " you draw me so flatteringly, how could i not? " he presses a peck against your lips. " besides, it looks like i dropped a few pounds, " he laughs, causing your body to move along with his as the fit of laughter reverberates through him.

you swat his chest, a reluctant smile on your lips. " you're awful, " a breathy laugh leaving you as you shake your head.

Ash's hands move to your hips, teasingly pushing his up into yours, " ah, but you love that about me baby, " he grins, that awful, shit eating grin on his face.

you shake your head with a smile, leaning in to press your lips against his, " i guess i do, huh? "