[williamweatherbee-blog]

William smiled dopily up at Edward, cradling his quarters to his chest. There was nothing like a sweet pet name to get William compliant. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll need to do laundry again soon…,” he trailed off, dropping the sock into the basket on top of all the folded clothes. “Mmm, maybe lime. They have those right?” William asked, looping one arm over the side of Edward’s shoulder quickly so he could drop a small kiss halfway over his mouth. As soon as he did it, he realized it felt more serious than their casual relationship and dropped back down flat on his feet. “Thanks for coming. And folding,” William cleared his throat. Usually he was good about keeping the affection strictly to when they were actually hooking up. Kisses stayed casual when they were only a means to another end. But when they were like this.. kisses just for the sake of kisses, they meant more. He hoped Edward didn’t read too much into it. “Here, you’ve done more than enough today. I’ll carry my own things,” he told Edward, holding out his hands for the basket. 

[edwarddarcy-blog1]

“Think so. I also think you’re the only person I know who likes lime,” Edward told him, his tone light and teasing. Edward's eyebrows only raised for a second during William’s kiss. His eyes then drooped as he watched William’s lips pull away. Everything in him wanted to chase the kiss; to kiss William full on in the middle of the laundromat. But he knew what that could do, what it could reveal, so he just stared longingly, wishing things were different. “Anytime,” Edward smiled softly, eyes flitting up from William’s lips. Before he could talk himself out of it, Edward pressed his lips against William’s forehead, then stepped back. “I’ve got it,” he said as he pulled the basket closer to him. “You’ve got to carry all the tattoos and ring pops.”

[edwarddarcy-blog1]

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“That’s why, huh?” Edward hummed, his hands folding a pair of briefs. They were definitely his own but he piled them on top of William’s pairs anyway. Edward watched William fold for a few seconds before intervening. Whatever William put down, Edward refolded quickly, hoping William wouldn’t notice or get offended. “Oh, a temp tattoo. Guess I can put it on this arm, yeah?” he nodded towards his bare arm. “Let’s get matching ones. That’d be sick.” 

“Mhmm,” William nodded sweetly, eyeing Edward’s work. The basket was nearly empty by that point so William gave up on folding anything substantial and focused on purposely grouping mismatching socks. “Wait, yes. Can we really do that? We’re doing it,” William laughed, turning to grab his sock full of quarters. “So… I say we spend my whole sock on tattoos to give you a sleeve for this one,” he said, briefly grabbing the arm Edward pointed out. “And me some matching ones. And a ring pop. I would die for a ring pop.” 

“Maybe not the whole sock, babe” Edward laughed, the pet name rolling off his tongue easily. “You’ve got to save some of ‘em. But, yeah a ring pop does sound good. What flavor are you thinking?” he asked while he folded the last bit of laundry. Shuffling around William, Edward grabbed the now empty basket and began to load it with the now folded clothes. “You should just always bring me along to the laundromat from now on. I think I folded your clothes faster than I usually fold my own.” 

[williamweatherbee-blog]

“It’s the only game I know that involves quarters,” William explained gloomily, gesturing to the tube sock full of quarters next to him. “And I bring so many.” He finally hopped down to the ground and made his way over to the basket to help Edward with his own laundry. “That’s why I like you so much, y’know. Not many people can find themselves a man to play quarters with in a sketchy laundromat,” he smiled at Edward as he pulled a handful of clothes out of the basket to fold messily. “After we’re done, you can get a handful of that runts candy or a temporary tattoo, my treat. I’ve got loads of quarters left and they have those little dispensers up front.” 

[edwarddarcy-blog1]

“That’s why, huh?” Edward hummed, his hands folding a pair of briefs. They were definitely his own but he piled them on top of William’s pairs anyway. Edward watched William fold for a few seconds before intervening. Whatever William put down, Edward refolded quickly, hoping William wouldn’t notice or get offended. “Oh, a temp tattoo. Guess I can put it on this arm, yeah?” he nodded towards his bare arm. “Let’s get matching ones. That’d be sick.” 

[unchildhood]

AZRA TABASSUM (or @5000letters)

from My Heart is Full of Open Windows;

original photos and edit

[edwarddarcy-blog1]

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“No problem,” Edward smiled before picking up a basket of freshly washed laundry. “I’m a big fan of folding,” he said, placing the basket on top of table that was across from the machine. “Their loss. Maybe they’re not sure how to start a conversation in a laundromat. I mean, what do you even say besides “Hi”? “Washing your underwear today?”,” Edward made a face, hands busy folding one of William’s shirts. “I guess if they respond to that, though, then they’re good company.”

William scooted closer to the edge and let his legs hang over, making it look as if he was about to hop down and help fold his own laundry. But he stayed where he was and shrugged. “I asked this guy once if he wanted to play that game where you hit each others knuckles with quarters,” he sulked. “He rejected me.” William eyed the basket in front of Edward and shrugged. “You know, I bet you’ll find some of your own clothes in there. I guess it’s good you decided to come with me.” 

“Maybe you should suggest something less bloody,” Edward recommended, but his expression was fond and soft. “But, honestly, if I were a stranger in a laundromat and you approached me, I’d gladly participate.” Chuckling lightly, Edward nodded in agreeance. “Yeah, I guess so. I definitely saw a few of my shirts, but they’re yours at this point. You wear them more than I do,” he pointed out. 

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William sat cross legged on top of the machine, elbows on his knees and his chin in his palm, watching the person across from him. “Thanks for coming with me,” he said again before letting out a breath long enough to try and move the fringe from his eyelashes. “I’m usually pretty bored here by myself. Sometimes I try to make friends, but nobody’s really interested when doing their laundry. ‘m not sure why.” 

[edwarddarcy-blog1]

“No problem,” Edward smiled before picking up a basket of freshly washed laundry. “I’m a big fan of folding,” he said, placing the basket on top of table that was across from the machine. “Their loss. Maybe they’re not sure how to start a conversation in a laundromat. I mean, what do you even say besides “Hi”? “Washing your underwear today?”,” Edward made a face, hands busy folding one of William’s shirts. “I guess if they respond to that, though, then they’re good company.”

[truly-hisx]

[williamweatherbee-blog]

William rolled his eyes and looked around him for the nearest thing available to throw at Edward. When he came up short, he just scoffed loudly. “I was trying to be all sweet to you, but fine,” he laughed. “Write your nasty songs, but don’t get yourself too excited over there.” William rolled up one of his sleeves and held his arm out. “Does it look like I’ve lost some of my tan already?” he asked with a pout. “Don’t remind me, please, I’m trying to stay ignorant to it all.” 

[edwarddarcy-blog1]

Edward held his own arm out next to William’s, then shook his head. “Nah, you’re still tanner than me. You’re all good, golden boy.” Standing up from the table, Edward stretched his arms over his head. “I’m kinda looking forward to getting back into the swing of things,” he admitted through a yawn. “What’s your schedule like this semester? Am I going to have William withdrawals?”

[williamweatherbee-blog]

William held his tea mug against his lips with his free hand, but didn’t drink any, too focused on Edward’s sudden bashfulness. “Well, if that look on your face is anything to go by, your song’s going to be as sweet as that title.” He set his mug back down and shrugged. “It was fine. Lots of reading and office work today. I missed the sunshine.” 

[edwarddarcy-blog1]

“Could be a dirty song, though. You never know,” Edward shrugged as he flipped his journal close- his coolness fully regained. “And the sunshine missed you. You only have a few weeks there or something, right? Fall semester is practically around the corner,” he said in disbelief. 

[ostolero]

[edwarddarcy-blog1]

“Do you think ‘baby honey’ is a good name for a song?” Edward asked as he looked up from his journal. “It doesn’t sound clunky on the tongue, does it?” 

[williamweatherbee-blog]

William leant his head against his hand and watched Edward warmly. “No, I like it,” he said softly, smiling. “Double pet name, though. Whoa. Someone’s got you feeling some lovin’ way.” 

[edwarddarcy-blog1]

“Okay, cool,” Edward smiled back before he began to write again. His writing stopped abruptly at what William said next. “Uh, yeah,” he breathed out a laugh as he ran a hand through his hair- pen, and journal now forgotten. “It’s just something I’m playing around with, I don’t know,” Edward told him, trying to regain his cool. “Anyway, how was your internship today?”

[edwarddarcy-blog1]

“Do you think ‘baby honey’ is a good name for a song?” Edward asked as he looked up from his journal. “It doesn’t sound clunky on the tongue, does it?” 

[edwarddarcy-blog1]

williamweatherbee:

“No jokes here, bucko. Only Smash Mouth stans,” William said, locking his phone to hide the fact that he’d once spent hours creating a playlist of songs to play around Edward to annoy him. “Pretty roomy, huh? You sound familiar,” he laughed and wiggled his eyebrows. “Bring all the boys there, do you?” William rolled down the window so that his hair would blow around in the wind, baring his teeth in a smile and ignoring the AC in the car. 

“I don’t know how you put up with the songs I write since they clearly don’t compare to this,” Edward gestured to the speakers. Edward laughed a bit and shook his head. “I would say ‘yes’ to sound cooler, but honestly I hang out in there when I feel nervous,” he admitted, clearing his throat. “You being there definitely will help with the nerves, though” 

[edwarddarcy-blog1]

williamweatherbee:

“Oh, wait, you’ll like this,” William smiled and took the offered cord. “I found this cool band.. super small and underground, but really good. Here, listen,” he said before clicking to start All Star. “Is there a backstage I’m invited to or is it just a store room for all their limes and olives? Either way, I expect the full groupie treatment with a little grope before the show,” he teased. 

Edward’s brows perked up in interest, but his expression quickly changed as the first few notes of the song played. “Very funny,” he muttered, trying to fight back a smile. “It’s just a storeroom, but it’s pretty roomy,” Edward glanced over at William, a smirk now on his face. “Little grope before the show,” he repeated with a nod. “You got it. Now I’m really looking forward to performing.” 

[edwarddarcy-blog1]

williamweatherbee:

William grabbed his chest dramatically, bumping into Edward as they walked the short distance to the car. “Did you really? That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. You may have just delayed my trip to the laundromat for another day and you know I love procrastination.” He pulled open the passenger door and got inside, immediately fiddling with the radio knobs. “What time do you have to be awake tomorrow, though? My alarm might go off a bit early.” 

Edward watched as William fiddled with knobs and he shook his head as he put on his seatbelt. Silently, he handed William the AUX cord then put the key into the ignition. “I don’t have any lessons tomorrow, but I’m due for a run so I don’t mind waking up early. I’m playing where Kate works tomorrow night, though, if you want to come,” he said as they pulled out of the driveway.

[pen-e-lope]

Penelope looked from her laptop screen with a frown. “How do I put ‘waits for tourists to ask me to paint things on the boardwalk’ on my resume?” she asked, slapping the backspace button loudly until her page was blank again. 

[edwarddarcy-blog1]

“Uhhh,” Edward tapped his finger against his chin in thought. “I guess you can put something along the lines of being a freelance artist? That sounds pretty cool and professional, yeah? ‘Freelance artist’,” he repeated, deepening his voice slightly. “Anyway, it’s your portfolio that’ll really grab their attention.”

[edwarddarcy-blog1]

williamweatherbee:

“Well,” William started, leaning in as if he was going to whisper a secret to Edward. “If the shirtless-ness of it all hadn’t already sold me, the drink definitely would have.” He looked up and snapped a finger in the air, jokingly trying to catch the attention of the waiter. “Check? Can we get a check around here?” 

Once the check was paid, Edward stood up and pulled his keys from his back pocket. “I drove, so no Uber for us tonight,” he said as he pressed the button to unlock his car. “Do you have to get up early for your internship tomorrow? I’m pretty sure I washed some of your clothes the other day. Or I shrunk some of my t-shirts,” Edward laughed a bit before continuing. “Anyway, you’re all set if you end up staying over is what I’m saying.”