#nearestend;ic

[rcjoice]

she can't help herself sometimes, meddling in his life. she can't help herself when she's found out about his new girlfriend, who she is. his best interests always lie in her heart, and she reminds herself of that as she sits herself down beside her on ashton's couch. "so," she starts, arms across her chest, "he treatin' you right?" she had no blinders on when it came to ashton's shortcomings, when it came to his role in relationships. "and you can be completely honest with me, i know how he can be."

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[devilstown]

[ HEAL ]: sender ends up in the receiver's lap trying to tend to their wounds to the best of their abilities. / tyler and kate

reasons to sit in a lap||accepting

"goddamn debris. got got by a fuckin' branch of all things." he grumbles it under his breath, wincing away from her as she dabs the oozing gash across his forehead. it was a baby, barely even a tornado, and cocky as tyler is, he stepped out the truck to get a better look, not seeing the branch flying at him with enough time to do more than duck. barely. it had done a nasty little number on his forehead, blood dripped down into his eyebrows and drying there. uncomfortable as his face scrunches in pain. kate reprimands him as he pulls away, leaning in closer and closer every time he does. "it hurts, damn it," he tells her as she continues her careful actions. it's the last time, when his hand comes up to stop her, that she pushes it aside, climbs up to be chest to chest, legs on either side of his. his face goes hot, hands hovering over her hips before they move to just prop himself up as he leans back. he can hardly think about how it hurts now, not when she's right here in front of him, brows furrowed in concentration as she cleans him up, as her mouth moves to call him a wuss or something of that nature, but he can't hear it exactly with the way his heart pounds in his ears. in all his years, she's the only woman who gets him flustered like this, who gets him feeling this type of way. he doesn't hardly wince, or push her hands away again, for the rest of the time. one hand does eventually find her waist, thumb tracing against her skin as a distraction. "thanks, farm girl," he tells her once she's done.

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[stlispenard]

"have you ever seen anyone die? like, in front of you?" for graham, from lizzie!

“what?” graham asks like he didn’t hear her question the first time (which he assumes he didn’t - at least not right). once she repeats it, his face changes from its usually easygoing expression to something unsure, “have i seen someone die? isn’t that a bit morbid?” he can’t help but wonder if he’s said something to prompt the topic of conversation? does he have the sort of air about him that makes people assume he’s seen someone die? graham half cough-half laughs a little awkwardly before he sits back in his chair like he’s about to ponder it very seriously, “not that i can remember really. i haven’t had anyone close to me die in a long time and even if i had… what are the odds of even being there?” as much as he doesn’t like to think about it, he probably came pretty close to seeing his brother dead or at least halfway there when he was deep in his addiction. we definitely remembers it feeling that way anyway — like billy looked like death walking around on two legs, “do you ask everybody this question? is that your way of starting an interesting conversation?”

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[rcjoice]

@nearestend liked for a kissy starter!! (part two)

they haven't been doing this long, the sneaking around. maybe a few weeks. maybe less. maybe more. but a few weeks of secret kisses and private moments had led to this, ashton sitting in the back of her car with her arms around his neck. they're tangled in each other in the back of some parking lot, ashton peppering her jaw and neck with soft kisses. "is this okay?" he always asks, even if she's said yes a hundred times.

[rcjoice]

@nearestend liked for a kissy starter!!

arms wrap tight around her, tugging her off her feet as he plants a deep kiss to her mouth. sometimes, he misses her more than he wants to admit. sometimes, he feels like it's a hole in his chest without her. "hello, beautiful," he murmurs against her mouth, arms still wrapped around her middle. "sorry, just missed my wife." extra emphasis.