#Lynn answers

[zimmerdouche]

for fluffy polyfrogs (i’m just gonna say too many things & u can pick): watching a horror movie, watching a rom-com, cooking/baking, all-nighter for stressful reasons, all-nighter for fun reasons, playoff beards, spa day, picnic date, amusement park date. ok i’m done.

“Guys, come on, you know the beards are scratchy!”

everyone gets a little scraggly during playoffs but that’s no excuse to give your boyfriend beard burn 😤

_X_

these were all so GOOD and after several attempts at a spa day where i just couldn’t get the poses right i went for this! scruffy men

(they’re seniors so they’re allowed a little more facial hair and the beginnings of a flow in some cases)

#lynn answers #lynn’s art #polyfrogs #derek nurse #chris chow #will poindexter #omgcp #omg check please #check please #omgcp fanart #anon ask

[massivementalitynut]

aaaaaah that keigo gif was such a nice thing to wake up to ty 😚😚

No problem Amira ^-^!

#hehe here have another one XD! #moot <3 #Lynn answers

[blackholelynn]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers 🖤

I had to let this one ~marinate~ because I have many many things that bring me joy, but I got it!!

@plushslug @themadlostgirl and @hellsdreamer -- my irl moots for putting up with my chaos both online and irl

My cat, Cricket, the cutest wittle baby there ever was. She's my little trash gorl

My brother who is always spewing peak comedy. Literally I could never be as funny as him even if I tried, he was born with the funny gene

Skyrim. All 3,600 hours are still not enough, I need MORE

Twilight because if I can't aspire to be a sparkly vampire, then idk what else to do with my life

I looooove ask games like this ☺️💕 get ready if you've reblogged things from me recently because this ask is coming to an inbox near you 👀

#ask game #lynn answers #irl mutuals

[bittlebarnes]

Hello. I've just seen you mention Epic the musical, I've had Ruthlessness on loop for weeks. What's your favourite song from each saga?

I love Ruthlessness, but Keep Your Friends Close is the earworm that keeps on giving. From the Cyclops saga, I love Survive and from the Troy Saga, Full Speed Ahead, and Just a Man.

Thanks for asking!

#lynn answers #epic the musical

[bucksbisexualawakening]

Most likely Chimney and Hen ... and Bobby, because honestly I think Bobby would make some actions this time lol.. he may have learned that his advices was not really clear enough 🙊🙈

Oh and Carla and Maddie would make sure to keep Christopher on sleepover 😏

AAAAAAA yes most definitley. chim and hen for sure! omg imagine an oceans 118/taking of dispatch 911 editing style episode of the firefam co-ordinating a buddie set up. like all codewords and paper maps and complicated silly stuff.

#thank you for the ask my lovely mutual #lynn answers #buddie #i just want a silly episode #im so sorry if i mis-comprehended anything you said i'm so tired

[bitchin-beskar]

Hiiiii it’s been a minute! How are you??! I cannot tell you the screech I let out seeing the latest update. I don’t know how I missed it! Missed this story very much and so happy to see it back

Hope you’re well gotta dash love ya

-💛

Hello my love!!!!! It has indeed been a minute!!! I’m not gonna lie, there’s been some struggles, some ups and downs, but I’m so excited to be back and working on my stories!!!

I’m so glad you were excited to see the newest installment!!! It’s the first chapter to be published since I got rid of my tag list so sadly I don’t think a lot of people have seen it, but I’m excited to finally be posting more of it again!!!

I love you too my dear and thank you for the lovely message!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

#Lynn answers #💛 anon #messages from friends! #royal affairs

[strxwberrylemonxde]

joker joker 😣🙏 please pleaseee

a/n: SKDNJS I'M FINALLY FREE TO ANSWER MY ASKS 😭 allow me to use this ask to insert some random headcanons of our favorite pookie bear while I work on the other joker fics I got for you 🤩 these are so bad im so sorry

There is something about the Joker that gives "DARRRRRLLINNGGGGG GUESS WHO JUST ESCAPED THE PSYCCHHHH WARDDD"

He would say this to Batman after escaping Arkham for the millionth time

Kicks feet and giggles 

Someone please sedate me

I know damn well they had to put a muzzle on this man in Arkham because he bit someone for talking bad about Batman 

It was Killer Croc 💀

I think this man loves sprinkles for some reason -- specifically rainbow sprinkles 

Like he needs it on his ice cream or else he won't eat it

Like he would rob a store at gunpoint for rainbow sprinkles

 And then go, “Oh nooo, I hope a big, bad, Bat doesn’t come and stop me” type shit 😭

Speaking of ice cream, I wholeheartedly believe Joker is lactose intolerant

Does he care?

Not in the slightest

He is guzzling milk, cheese, and ice cream at all times

He went to extensive lengths to smuggle in a picture of Batman into his cell in Arkham, but don’t ask him how he did it 

You don't wanna know

He has a tattoo on his lower back a tramp stamp of the bat symbol

#i hope this was at least somewhat enjoyable 😭 #i haven't written joker fics in AGES #kind of embarrassed of this 💀 #🌻: lynn’s answers #🍯: freshly baked #🌙: midnight meadow runs #the joker #dc joker #batman x joker #joker x batman #joker headcanons #joker x reader #the joker x reader #dc comics #dc universe #batman #dc batman #batman comics

[motherdanger]

have you ever thought about doing like a shotgunshipping zombie apocalypse au????

this was supposed to just be just a warm up sketch but the vision was too good!!

yes lynnmanda zombie apocalyspe au ([rec] 3 specifically since i recently drew them as newly weds!!) thank you for the prompt!! <3

#i do not know how to draw weapons i apologize #who else would be a valuable part of their zombie apocalypse team??? thinking!!! #saw #saw iii #sawposting #saw fanart #lynnmanda #shotgunshipping #amanda young #lynn denlon #motherdanger answers #motherdanger art

[oicuperp]

shotgunshipping picmix ?!? for favor,,,

HAPPY LESBIAN SEX FRIDAY !!!!

#sid answers #r3z1l1c1ous #sawposting #saw #amanda young #lynn denlon #shotgunshipping #lesbian sex friday #lsf #saw iii #saw 3 #lynnmanda #picmix

[kismet-cat]

Something I’ve been thinking about a lot is how Jowd and Yomiel are parallel to each other. They’re both so stuck in worldviews that are blatantly wrong- Jowd thinking everything is his fault, and Yomiel thinking everything is the fault of everyone BUT him. To an outside observer, both these views are totally stupid, but the two of them feel like they HAVE to believe it or else everything they’re doing will be for nothing. If jowd is wrong, that means kamila did it, and he can’t let himself believe his kid could do that, it would destroy him. He’s so willing to take on the guilt because he feels responsible for not stopping the tragedy- even when it was literally impossible for him to foresee or stop. If Yomiel is wrong, then it means that literally everything he’s been doing since dying is useless and he’s the one responsible for the deaths of both Sissels, and he can’t believe that or he’ll sink even further down. So the two of them both push on, warping the truth until it suits their narratives, both of which are steeped in self-hatred. It’s a good thing they never met up before their respective character developments- like Yomiel said, Jowd would have loved to be executed by his own daughter. Sorry for talking so much I just think they’re fascinating!!! I love ghost trick!!!

No need to apologize, I love hearing other people's Ghost Trick takes/analysis! Especially along these lines!

This specific parallel is def one I've thought about too, and you put it very well! For me, it all comes back to the set of questions I posed in this post as being at the core of Ghost Trick's story:

1. When something terrible happens to you, what do you do with that trauma? 2. When you do something terrible, when you make a terrible mistake, what do you do with that guilt?

Like you said, Jowd is a person who, in response to both questions, internalizes all the blame; whereas Yomiel, in response to both (pre Chapter 17), externalizes all his hatred. And yes, from an outside perspective they're kind of ridiculous — just look at how many chatters in the secret sleepover society streams (and other lps I've watched) have been reacting to Jowd as a character.

But one of the things fiction arguably exists for is to present characters that take such ideas to such extremes for the sake of exploring those questions and making a greater point; it's the premise "What if there was guy who ___? Wouldn't that be fucked up or what?". And for me (and a lot of people, clearly) Ghost Trick succeeds in getting you to take those characters seriously, because they and the people around them take their own stakes seriously, while ultimately making it clear that their responses were irrational.

...And hey, while I'm here:

Cabanela's answer to the second question is to bury all evidence of it, to Not Think About It, to become (or at least project the image of) a person who would never make that kind of mistake. Meanwhile, his answer to the first question, if we say the terrible thing in question is his best friend confessing to killing his wife and asking to be executed, is to dedicate himself to trying to undo it, to set things right, everything else in his life be damned.

These answers are "better" than Jowd's and Yomiel's — they certainly cause less extreme collateral damage — but they still aren't ideal. After all, Ghost Trick is a game that highly values the forging/maintaining of bonds with others and being honest/open with them as the key to both parties' success. It's what saves the day in the end. Without Sissel, all Cabanela's efforts to save Jowd and protect Lynne would have amounted to nothing.

No, the person with the "correct" answer is Lynne. She doesn't really have to grapple with the second question (which is maybe my personal biggest disappointment with her character), but her answer to the first question is clear: Become the kind of person who prevents such things from happening to others, or who can be the one to help them when it does. Always believe in people, and in the ability of things to turn out right.

Now, it must be said: the reason she comes to this answer is not because she was born a perfect idealist. It's because, in that worst moment of her life, someone was there to save and then reassure her; to inspire her. Jowd.

It's her truth, but it's not, say, Yomiel's.

But. It's a truth that inspires the rest of the cast (Sissel and Jowd primarily). And, because of her insistence in it, they're able to go back, defy fate, and make it The Truth of the narrative.

(Sissel similarly only has to really deal with the first question because Reasons, and his answer evolves over the course of the game, from "focus on the wrong that was done to you and what you can do to make yourself feel better about it above everything and everyone else" (doesn't that sound familiar?) to be more aligned with Lynne: "use what you learned/gained from that unfortunate occurrence to help others". And Missile is basically on the "right" wavelength the whole time, which is why everyone agrees he's the Bestest Boy.)

#ghost trick #ghost trick: phantom detective #ghost trick spoilers #yomiel #jowd #cabanela #lynne #sissel #missile #ask time! #analysis #tl;dr all the main characters in ghost trick have a unique perspective on (at least one of) these 2 questions that make up the game's core #and their answers illuminate the Game's perspective from different angles #it's so cool! and so good!

[zimmerdouche]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ‼️‼️‼️ also new name fucks hard i support your endeavors

ahh TY!!! it’s a VERY soft launch for now, not even considering releasing the dlc where y’all get to know what jj stands for yet

#lynn talks #jj talks #<-another new tag! #renchanters #lynn answers #jj answers

[massivementalitynut]

hi my love 🤍 how are you today? i wanted to know what your favorite jjk characters are, i don't think i've asked before

Hi Rose!~ I am not at my best (periods suck ;w;) but thank you for asking <3 I tried digging into my tags because I know I've talked about it and in detail but I cannot find it D': Simply put, my favourite jjk characters are Gojo, Geto and Nanami ^A^!

#Lynn answers #moot <3

[blackholelynn]

I follow u bc fwiendship (*ﾟ∀ﾟ)🤝( ﾟ∀ﾟ*)

🥰😭🥰💕😭🥰💕🥰😭🥰💕🥰😭🥰💕

Thank you for the fwiendship 🥺🥺

#lynn answers #ask #asks #ask me #anon

[rrat-king]

23, 29, 35 for sandra lynn if you have them?

oo or 9, 26, 42 for kristen!! (character for 26 is your choice!)

for sandra lynn my beloved:

22. Best physical feature

oh absolutely her hair. she has to keep it a certain length for practicalities sake but she takes great deal of pride in it. she has very specific rituals for taking care of her hair, braiding it in very specific ways. she also spent like. so much time when fig was a kid braiding her hair and making sure it looked nice or doing it up for when fig was in cheer.

29. Eating habits

she is a snacker. big meal? sure. a million little snacks? heaven for her. if you check the bag she takes to work it is full of a bunch of different baggies. she cannot cook for shit so in the time that she was broken up with gilear before she moved in jawbone she lived exclusively off of microwave dinners and little snack foods. she only really likes veggies raw so she will just eat raw carrots and give baxter the greens.

35. Their idea of a perfect day

she is such a creature of habit. she loves her job so its getting to spend her day working with baxter and come home to her family. the ideal is eating dinner and then getting the whole family to go on a walk with her, though usually it's just her and jawbone.

for my beloved kristen:

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

i fell in love with krsiten pretty much immediately just in the fact that she is an ally beardsley character and i have a deep insane love of them. i really just love how genuine and earnest she is though. like she loves so deeply and even season one she may not know a whole lot, being so sheltered but she is so curious and cares so deeply i just. i love her

26. What they would do if stuck in an elevator with [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

the thing about kristen is that she has died enough times that if she is not in active danger of doing it again than she's just gonna chill. she's stuck in an elevator with anyone? well that means time to leard their life story. what did your granma used to do for work? do you think that fate is real? opinions on small dogs? she is asking it all man

42. 3 comfort items

teddy bear of concentration is such a beloved stuffie. does she get looks for carrying around a teddy bear? sure. unimportant. she is also a weighted blanket girly cuz she has issues with dissociating and feeling untethered and she can't always have her friends just lay on top of her. i will harp on kristen wearing dog tags always. she has dog tags. they have jawbones number on them. she is his kid. i will never stop talking about this.

ask game here!!!

#thank you for the ask castles beloved <333 #bird answers #d20 #fhjy #fantasy high #dimension 20 #kristen applebees #sandra lynn faeth

[bucksbisexualawakening]

Hey💜

Just know that you are beautiful and loved. Everything you do is perfect and appreciated. Everything you say is interesting and inspiring. Keep it up my beloved friend 💜 know that I love you so much and I'm thinking of you even though we don't know much about each other and talk to each other. And if we do, please know that I adore you so much, and you have a very special place in my heart, all of you 💜 just little me, reminding you how wonderful you are, in case you need it 💞

Awwww. Genuinely, thank you so much Yelena. This means the world.

#lynn answers #this is the sweetest thing i almost cried

[hiya-itsamber]

COMING HOME - NASH HAWTHORNE X READER

Word count: about 4k, sorry if it's too long 😭 You’re welcome to be the first person to (help me) tag this under #nash hawthorne fanfic or something (: + this wasn't checked entirely, so sorry if there's any errors :,)

Having spent most of your childhood years in the area, Texas City was nothing new to you. However, now returning for the first time in almost a decade, it just didn’t quite feel the same. 

Your life was quite literally perfect, you recalled, right up until nine years ago. Your childhood and early teenage years were filled with opulence, extravagant parties, and the privileges that came with being a member of one of the more wealthy families in the city. Being in these elite circles limited your social life, and only allowed you to mix with those of the same status. There weren’t too many rich folks in the South and even fewer of those who had children. Most of them were too snobbish, too stuck up for you to want to speak with, and the lack of options led to many failed attempts at making friends.

It didn’t come as a surprise to anyone when you finally clicked with the mischievous brothers Hawthorne. 

At the ripe age of only seven, you were wreaking havoc with the Hawthorne grandson just a year older than you—Nash. As soon as you saw the little boy with the cowboy hat standing beside his grandfather at a social, you knew you wanted to be friends with him. And that you became. 

Every soirée, fundraiser, gala, you name it, you and Nash were found fooling around. Crawling under the immaculate, cream colored dining cloths and holding your own parties under the tables? Check. Tossing handfuls of grapes at each other in the corner of ballrooms? Check. As you grew up, your little stunts only got bolder. Sneaking into the coat room and swapping the jackets, making a mess of the chocolate fountains, changing the classic violin music playing over the speakers to pop music that had guests gasping. Sometimes you didn’t get caught. When you did, the both of you would get scolded together, but it was so worth it. 

You and Nash were inseparable. Where he went, you followed. Okay, maybe you were the one hanging onto him. But he didn’t mind. He liked having you around. 

Of course, there was Grayson, Jameson, and Xander Hawthorne, too. The first you didn’t like so much. He reminded you too much of the kids you couldn’t make friends with. The two younger ones, though, were fun, also contributing to the entertaining chaos you and Nash loved to cause. But they were more of annoying younger brothers than friends to you. 

What started out as seeing them during fancy dinners turned into meeting up outside of those said dinners. Countless afternoons were spent at Hawthorne house, playing board games and just talking. Occasionally, as you grew older, the esteemed Tobias Hawthorne even let you participate in their Saturday morning puzzles. 

You were convinced you couldn’t live a better life once you were accepted into Heights Country Day School, the same school Nash had been attending since a year prior. You and Nash were closer than ever, and sometimes you let yourself wonder if maybe, just maybe, you were something a little more than close friends. Your fifteen year old self was convinced that nothing, nothing could go wrong.

That was, until something happened. 

In the week you learnt that your father had gotten into the habit of gambling, he lost a very massive bet. You’d barely been at Heights Country Day for a term before you were stripped of the money to go to the school, the title your family held. 

Somehow, your shrewd businessman of a father squandered your family’s wealth without you even knowing it until you were flying out of Texas City. You found yourself plummeting from the pinnacle of society to…plain old middle class. 

A normal high school, with normal people. A normal apartment, normal dinners, normal, normal, normal. Gone were the extravagant banquets and social gatherings. Gone was the family legacy. 

Gone were the Hawthorne boys. Most importantly, gone was Nash. 

The only thing you had left and held dear was one of the many spare cowboy hats you took from Nash and never managed to return. You wore it on Halloween for that first year out of Texas City. 

No matter how many times you tried to contact him, you couldn’t get through. You didn’t expect to, knowing how hard it was to reach someone of that status. You yourself were once up there. 

Luckily, your father didn’t lose so much money that it was terrible. In fact, you guys were still quite well off. You didn’t miss the status, or the money, or the events. You missed something—someone far worse.

Nine years later, you find yourself in Texas City again, to speak to your uncle who took over the business after your father was displaced. To hopefully be able to work in the prestigious company and earn back what your father had lost. 

Countless times, the many scenarios of what might have happened played over and over again in your head, all a little different from the last. Some of them were about taking over as the CEO of your family business—most of them were about meeting Nash. 

Yet there were so many ‘what if’s. What if he didn’t remember you? What if he didn’t want to speak to you? And the one that haunted you the most. What if he’s in a relationship with someone else? 

No matter how many times you tried to convince yourself that he wasn’t, he isn’t—you were sure it would’ve been reported in gossip sites if he was—you couldn’t help but stress over it. 

Another thing you were stressing over? Forgetting how the bus system worked here and ended up getting stuck in front of the information board that just started looking like a bunch of colored boxes and bus numbers and stops. 

Which is where you’d been for the last half an hour. It was the dead of the night, and taxis weren’t going to the airport frequently at that time. 

You were about to give up and splurge on a taxi when a voice greeted you. 

“You look a little lost, darlin’.” His voice was so much deeper, so much older and masculine, the Texan accent thickened that you almost didn’t recognize it at first. 

Seeing the cowboy hat casting a shadow over those familiar mischievous eyes made you want to burst out laughing or sobbing, you weren’t sure. Maybe a mix of both. You weren’t sure how long you stood there, staring at Nash Hawthorne. You doubted you would even recognize him if not for seeing him occasionally on the news, but, oh, he was so different in real life. 

Tall, slightly muscular build, broad shoulders, relaxed posture, the lines of his face that were difficult to make out in the dim lighting of the street lamp and much less under the hat. So, so different but so, so him. 

“Do we know each other from somewhere? You look vaguely familiar,” he mused, removing the cowboy hat with one large hand to properly reveal his face. 

You burst into tears, and any previous daydream scenarios about playing it cool all crumbled. 

His eyebrows shot up. “I’m sorry, did I do somethin’ to offend you?”

“Nash,” you found yourself blubbering, tears falling onto your cheeks faster than you could swipe all of them away. You realized you probably looked a mess, and tried to pull yourself together. This was not how it was supposed to go. 

“Oh.” His slightly awkward, pitying smile faded. “Oh, sweetheart. C’mere.” 

Dropping your single duffel bag onto the floor with a thud, strong arms pulled you into his firm chest, the cowboy hat in one hand digging into your back but you didn’t mind. Looping your arms around his neck, you forced yourself to calm down. You didn’t even expect yourself to react like this. You thought he’d be a stranger to you, even though you prayed he thought about you. 

Nash Hawthorne, your partner in crime, the odd little cowboy at functions, the Hawthorne with a heart as big as his hat.

The hug was more than just a simple hug. It felt like coming home. It wasn’t awkward or tense or anything you hoped it wouldn’t be. It was…perfect. 

“I missed you so much,” you whispered into his shoulder, clinging onto him like he was your lifeline. 

A warm chuckle vibrated through his chest and you could feel it buzz through your bones. “I missed you, too.”

Taking one last deep inhale, you took a step back. Without the tears clouding your eyes, you could make out the features of his face. He’d gotten way more handsome over the last few years, as if he wasn’t already attractive enough—to you, at least—at sixteen. Tender hazel eyes and tousled brown hair, his lips quirked up into that charming smile you missed so terribly. An unzipped leather jacket hugged his broad shoulders and arms, and he wore jeans and scuffed boots. Where he used to act a little awkward dressed like this, he seemed completely used to it now as if a leather jacket and a cowboy hat was what he slept in.

“Hi,” you whispered, tugging your own jacket closer to hide the flush creeping up your neck. 

His grin widened, placing the cowboy hat back on top of it his head to cover the mess of brown hair. “Hi. Wanna explain what you’re doin’ here?” 

“Yeah, um,” you hugged your arms around yourself. “Trying to figure out if a bus comes here at this time.”

“Not here here, just, y’know, in Texas.”

“Oh. Work, I guess.” You shrugged a shoulder. 

“Okay,” Nash—Nash! Your brain still hadn’t recovered from seeing him, from the rush of dopamine he seemed to give you—drags the word out. “And to answer your question, no, buses don’t come here at this time. Do you need a ride?” 

“Yes, please.” You told him your destination and picked your duffel off the floor, adjusting it over your shoulder. “What’re you doing at the airport in the middle of the night anyway?”

“Droppin’ somethin’ off for Xander, y’know how it is, kid,” he said in that smooth, drawling accent of his, easing the strap of your bag off your shoulder and hanging it over his instead. 

You had too many things to say, but none of them could come out fast enough before the both of you stopped by a motorbike. Your jaw dropped, eyes wide as you looked between him and the bike. “Is this yours?” 

“Yeah.” He ran a hand over the seat of the bike with a proud smile before picking the helmet up and catching you off guard by placing it over your head. It was a little big but cramped at the same time, but it smelt like him—wood and leather and paper money, so you didn’t mind. “Let’s go.” He jerks his head to the bike. 

Excitement buzzed through you as you climbed onto the beautiful bike, feeling the handles appreciatively. “This is insane! When-” 

Before you could continue, Nash was behind you, his chest pressed against your back. He dumps your bag onto your lap, telling you to hang on to it, before his arms caged you in as he reached for the handles. He was so warm, so comfortable, you wanted to sink into him and stay there forever. 

“Wait, don’t you need a helmet?” 

“Nah,” he adjusted his hat so that it wouldn’t fly off. “No one’s policin’ the roads at this time, it’ll be fine. Just sayin’, allowin’ you to sit in front of me is also illegal, but then-” 

A thrilled yelp left your lips instead of a reply as the engine rumbled to life and Nash kicked off, picking up speed as you two zoomed down the empty road lit only by streetlamps and the half moon. You had one hand steadying the bag between your legs, the other on the metal of the handlebar. The wind on your skin and the rumbling of the engine mixed together to create the most exhilarating experience of your life as the two of you zoomed down the open road. Halfway through, light raindrops started to fall, the drizzle turning into a full-on shower as you two pulled up by the apartment you rented for the time being. 

With your bag under Nash’s arm, the two of you raced to the shelter where you keyed in the passcode to open the door to the apartment building with his hand casually on the small of your back. The door swung shut behind him, muting the sound of the heavy rain. Then the both of you looked at one another and started to laugh, all disheveled appearance and wet clothes. 

“Come on,” he said, shaking his head and still smiling. “Where’s your place?”

“Seventh floor,” you replied, looking around for a lift and groaning when you didn’t find one. “I don’t wanna take the stairs.” 

A mischievous smile toyed at the corners of Nash’s lips and you couldn’t even form a protest before he was hoisting you over his shoulder and your surprised shriek sounded through the corridor. “Nash!”

“Shh, people are sleeping,” he chided, hands on the back of your thighs to lock you in place. 

His hat jabbed into your side with each step and you brought your fists down on his muscled back. “Let me down, asshole! There is no way in hell you are going to make it up seven flights of stairs without one of us dying and it’s going to be me if you don’t put me down!” 

“Yeah, yeah, sweetheart, I missed you too.”

He started going up the stairs, his hard shoulder digging into your stomach and your legs kicking, watching as your duffel bag swung against his other hip with every step. Giving up, you slumped down against him, a scowl on your face. 

Eventually your feet touched the ground in front of the only door on level seven. Turning to Nash with your hands on your hips, you were about to open your mouth and grumble at him, but the young man flashed you a dashing grin and raised an eyebrow. He didn’t even have the decency to look slightly winded. “Yeah, darlin’?”

You scoffed at him despite the warm rush that made its way through your veins at his words, smacking the side of his bicep. “Don’t do that next time.”

“Why not?” he asked while you unlocked the door. “You said you didn’t wanna climb the stairs, and you didn’t. You should be happy. Where’s my thank you?”

“Thank you,” you bit out, shoving him into the house and locking the door behind you. “You’re ridiculous.”

“That I am, darlin’.” He dropped the duffel bag on the floor and removed his hat, leaving it on the small table that was too tiny to be considered a dining table. 

He flicked the light on. The place was a small, cozy studio apartment you found for cheap on a B&B app, and rented out for the next two months. There was a queen sized bed in the corner, a sofa so tiny it could probably only sit two people if you squeezed, a closet, two chairs at a small table beside the kitchenette, and a bathroom. The time on the clock showed 2 in the morning, and the rain outside was pouring down heavily, hitting the windows even as you drew the curtains shut. 

Nash frowns and nudges the bag with the heel of his boot. “You’re staying here for a while and all you have is this?” 

“My dad’s coming down for a little while next week so he’ll bring the rest of my stuff,” you said, picking the bag up and starting to unpack. “You wanna stay around for a while? I don’t think the rain’s gonna stop anytime soon and I doubt it’s safe to get back in this weather.”

Nash took his brown leather jacket off and draped it over one of the chairs before sitting on it, and you tried your best not to stare at the way his arms and chest filled out the white shirt snugly. You couldn’t look away fast enough, and he caught you staring. “Yes?”

“Nothing.” Kicking your now empty bag to the side, you sat on the floor with your legs drawn up to your chest. “So, how’s everything lately? I’m sorry about your grandfather.”

He hummed in response. “Apart from that, nothin’ much. You?”

“Oh, you know. Been spending time trying to avoid my dad and help mom.”

“I’m sorry.” He pulls a face. 

Unsure of what to say, you exhaled. The silence between the both of you was a little awkward—or was it just you? A yawn stretched across your face that had Nash saying, “If you’re tired or anythin’ I can leave-”

“No!” You cleared your throat, embarrassed. “I mean, don’t go.”

There was an amused grin on his face as he stood and stretched. “Go take a shower. I’ll wait.”

Half an hour later when you got out of the shower, there were fresh sheets on the bed and pillows and Nash’s large frame was sprawled out across the couch, making it look almost minuscule. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. 

“Made the bed,” he told you. “Connected your phone to the WiFi too. Don’t worry, I didn’t go through anything.”

“How did you get into my phone?”

He shrugs. “I guessed. Don’t you change your password?”

“Why do you remember my password?”

“I remember everything.”

The words made your heart still and beat even faster at the same time, hear rising to your cheeks. 

Nash offered you a lazy smile and raked his eyes over you as he got up, moving to stand closer to you. You were so close you could count the few sun freckles on his nose and cheeks if you wanted to. 

And of course you had to ruin the moment by blurting out, “Do you want to spend the night? I mean- I can, like, sleep on the sofa, you can have the bed. You made the bed anyway. I just don’t want you driving in the rain-” 

You shut up when his gaze dropped to your lips and lingered there a second too long.

“Sorry if that was weird,” you apologized, wringing your hands. 

One corner of his lips quirked up. “You were always weird anyway.”

“Hey!” 

“It’s okay. I like you better like that.”

Butterflies. Butterflies you hadn’t felt in your stomach since you last saw him as a hormonal teenager. You thought they went extinct as you grew, but apparently not. 

“If your offer still stands, then, sure, I wouldn’t mind staying. And don’t be silly, darlin’, that’s not a sofa you can sleep on.” He spared a glance at said sofa, then turned back to you. “I don’t see why the bed’s a problem. There’s plenty o’ space.”

Heat rose to your cheeks. “If you’re fine with that.”

“If you’re fine with that. My clothes are dry now, if that’s what’s botherin’ you.”

You didn’t care about his clothes being wet. You were more than fine. Way more than fine. 

As you tucked yourself under the cold duvet, Nash turned the lights off before walking in long strides over to the bed. You felt the bed dip as he lay down beside you, the both of you staring at the ceiling silently, quiet breaths drowned out by the sound of rain. 

“Nash?” 

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

Turning over, you let your eyes wander the silhouette of his face in the dark. The little ridge in his high nose, his lips slightly parted. He was handsome in a way you couldn’t explain. 

You could see the way his lips tilted up a little before he turned on his side to face you too. “Tell me a secret.” 

“I stole one of your hats before I left. Still have it,” you said proudly, then laughed. 

“That’s not a secret. I knew that.” He was so, so close, you could feel his minty breath on your cheek. Of course, leave it to the Hawthorne boys to still have fresh-smelling breath in the middle of the night. 

“I dunno.” You shrugged. “You tell me one.”

“Hm,” Nash pretended to think, a glint in his eyes despite the dark. “You promise not to tell anyone?”

You grinned. “Pinky promise.”

“Okay, well. I…wanted to be your first kiss, and I had everything planned out, but you left before I had the guts to do it.”

You didn’t seem to hear anything past the word kiss, everything in your head coming to a halt. Nash flashed you that charming grin of his, raising an eyebrow. 

“Nash…”

“Hm?” The low rumble of his hum almost had you shivering.

“You said ‘wanted to’. Do you still want to? I mean, you won’t be my first kiss, but maybe you’ll be the first one I actually like,” you returned his smile, albeit rather shy.

“I would.” One large hand came up to the side of your face, hovering above your cheek so you could barely feel the warmth radiating from his palm before he pushed some stray hair off your cheek. His hand lingered there and suddenly he didn’t feel quite as confident as he did just moments ago. 

“Okay,” your voice was barely above a breath, and your fingers wrapped around his wrist. “My turn to tell you a secret.”

“Go on.”

“I wanna kiss you too.”

“Yeah?” He wet his lips, and your heart flipped in your chest as your gaze dropped to his mouth. His hand locked itself behind your neck, half tangled in your hair, as the both of you slowly seemed to draw closer together, almost like magnets in slow motion. 

Raising yourself up on his elbows, you gasped as his lips met yours, going completely still. Everything stopped making sense as your entire universe narrowed in on where his lips were against yours and his hand was warm at the nape of your neck, buzzing with heat and energy you were so sure you were about to explode. 

Nash began to murmur, right up against your lips, “It’s okay if you-”

You pressed your lips harder to his, cutting the words off with a deep groan that reverberated under your palm that was on his chest. 

God, oh god, oh god, oh god.

Suddenly you were on top of him, your face cupped on both of his hands as he led the kiss. Slow, steady, strong presses of his lips against yours, short circuiting your brain. And oh you almost melted when he groaned into your mouth again, carving out a place in your memory for that sweet sound in hopes that you’ll never forget it. 

The kiss said everything you didn’t. Secrets and promises and much the two of you missed one another and all the stories yet to be told, but this was far more efficient than talking. 

You’d take kissing Nash Hawthorne over anything and everything all day, every day.

His pupils were wide and blown out when you two finally stopped, circled by that ring of amber in his gorgeous eyes. Your hair fell to the sides of you like a curtain as you looked down at him, but two of his hands pushed it back before pulling you down again and crushing his mouth to yours. It was more feverish this time, almost messy with the way your teeth and tongues clashed, heavy breaths hanging low in the air alongside the sound of the lightening rain. 

He kissed you until you were dizzy and senseless and when he finally lay you down beside him and wrapped an arm around your waist, dropping a kiss on your hair, you fell asleep with a smile on your face. 

You weren’t sure about how things were going to work out, regarding your job, your personal life, him. But you knew that his kiss held a promise, and you heard it loud and clear. He was going to stick around this time, no matter where it took either of you. He wasn’t going to lose you for a second time. 

It wasn’t easy to be comfortable or fit in anywhere you went, but you fit with him like the perfect puzzle piece. He knew that, and he was determined to offer himself to you as your home for as long as you'd stay.

-🍀

ANON???? BHUFVJDKCM ANON. ANON!?!?!??

ok i've read this a stupid amount of times before i'm posting this and i just wanna say that you did him SO much justice. (also "4k, sorry if it's too long" !??!?!?! CMON I FEEL BLESSED THAT IT'S EVEN 4K THAT'S INCREDIBLE, THIS IS A MASTERPIECE) you wrote nash SO WELL!? so in character i was kicking and giggling and screaming the entire time?????

also when i tell you i shouldve recorded my reaction to reading this because the AMOUNT OF TIMES i fully had to put my phone down and compose myself cuz i was giggling like an idiot.

the cowboy hat stealing, the motorbike ride, the forced proximity, ONE BED??? HE CARRIED HER UP THE STAIRS???? LIKE HELLO!!!!!! HE'S TJHE MOST PERFECT MAN EVER AND 🍀 ANON YOU WROTE HIM SO SO WELL I CANNOT BTGUFRHDJNK!!!!

i FULLY melted into my chair at the kiss, i was SCREAMING. "tell me a secret" oH MY GOD??? also the fucking pet names i couldnt contain myself ofc we have darlin' which is a nash classic BUT ALSO THE SWEETHEART GOT ME ALL TWIRLING MY HAIR AND SHIT LIKE HELLLLLOOO!!!!!!!!

sorry this is just one big mass of me screaming and crying and throwing up because i'm in love with nash hawthorne AND THIS FANFIC. bestie you are a BLESSING to the nash girlies i hope they all find this and read it a million times like i did

thank you sm for writing this!!! it was the best thing ever to wake up to, hugs and kisses x100!!! mwah <333

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