#decoronation

[idiotwaldgrave]

OUR MUSES share the last dry blanket between them.

@decoronation

robin blinks ahead in the dark, silently cringing at how she awkwardly reacted earlier when they both realized there would be only one blanket to use overnight. she hopes he doesn't read too much into it. there's a war going on inside of her: not wanting him to outright think that she wants to be that close with him but also wanting to let him think it. either way, she's trying to act normal as they're lying there. you could probably mistake her for a wooden plank for how stiff she is.

"goodnight, steve."

[liabilitie]

“I think I can handle it.” (influencer steve)

famous  last  words.

chrissy's  laugh  is  loud  when  steve  disappears  from  view,  mattress  being  released  from  it's  rolled  up  state  and  springing  free,  nearly  knocking  steve  into  the  wall.  she  had  offered  to  help,  had  been  more  than  willing  and  ready  to,  but  steve  swore  he  had  it  handled.

it  had  gotten  delivered  this  morning,  a  trip  to  IKEA  planned  for  later  in  the  afternoon  but  steve  had  insisted  on  unrolling  the  mattress  to  give  it  time  to  fluff  up.

now  chrissy  watches  steve  heave  the  thing  off  him  and  against  the  wall,  wide  smile  still  on  her  face  when  they  make  eye  contact.  

[liabilitie]

“ same time here next weekend ? ”

to  think  that  last  month  she  had  spent  every  friday  night  curled  up  alone  in  her  bed  with  a  movie,  phone  beside  her  with  the  screen  turned  up  but  no  messages  coming  through.  she  didn't  expect  jason  to  text  her  at  all,  didn't  really  want  him  to,  but  a  part  of  her  still  missed  having  someone  to  talk  to.

and  now  she  has  steve;  sweet,  kind  steve  who  opens  car  doors  for  her  and  sends  her  memes  every  day  and  who  took  her  to  see  eddie's  show  at  the  hideout  despite  clearly  feeling  out  of  place  in  the  dive  bar  with  it's  drunk,  rowdy  crowd.

she  had  felt  safe  tonight  with  steve  behind  her,  a  solid  presence  she  could  lean  on.  chrissy  had  seen  julian  at  some  point as well,  the  other  much  closer  to  the  stage  and  his  boyfriend  while  they  had  preferred  to  stay  towards  the  back.

"are  you  asking  me  on  another  date,  steve?"  chrissy's  words  are  teasing,  smile  on  her  face  as  she  leans  back  against  the  car  door. they haven't left the parking lot yet.

[idiotwaldgrave]

you have no idea what i'd do to keep you safe.

@decoronation

oh, he means that. she can tell by the unfaltering serious look on his face and how silent the air is between them right now. robin struggles for a moment to keep his gaze. they might be in the middle of discovering that the world is kind of ending and they'll have to fight demon creatures to stop it but she can only think about how fast her heart is beating. there's no way she's letting him risk his life unless she's there ensuring the same thing for him.

"me? what about you? i gotta make sure you're safe too. i'm coming along."

[daekaebi]

how do you really feel about me?

“ wh-huh, ” he startles awake, the room light and glaring to his sleep-addled brain. when had he fallen asleep? why were the curtains open? why does he feel like he was hit by a bus? dae-hyun blinks, scanning the room before his eyes land on steve. he's wide awake, and looking at him like he's waiting for something important. how do you really feel about me? asked again, and he's got half a mind to ignore steve and fall back asleep. it hasn't quite registered yet that it's daylight, despite the sunshine beaming through the windows.

“ annoyed, ” he's not sure he heard the question right. with a tired grunt, dae-hyun closes his eyes and turns his face into steve's pillow, arms folding underneath it. “ what time is it? ” is mumbled into it, his voice croaky with sleep. while it had taken a while to fall asleep last night, he couldn't remember the last time he'd slept straight through till morning. not for a long, long time. one hand shifts out from beneath the pillow to reach for steve, landing on what feels like his knee. “ why are you awake? go back to sleep. ” @decoronation.

[hatigave]

@decoronation said to victoria : sender brushes receiver's hair back from their face.

gravity  is  a  pesky  thing  for  a  bird  born  without  wings  or  feathers.  a  cruel  reminder  of  all  things  that  can  never  be  (  like  the  forever-and-never-ending  sensation  of  falling  without  ever  getting  close  to  solid  ground  ).  it's  why  vicki  is  drawn  to  the  trees      ⎯⎯⎯      why  she  is  part  eager  squirrel  and  part  foolish  girl.  except  squirrels  don't  fall  from  branches  only  to  remain  lying  as  still  as  the  memory  of  her  late  father  in  the  soft  cradle  of  fallen  leaves  and  acorns.

steve's  hand  brushes  through  strands  of  frazzled  and  slightly  knotted  hair.  victoria  thinks  it's  the  kindest  thing  someone  has  done  for  her  in  somewhat  of  a  long  while  .  .  .  it  helps  her  see  the  sky  overhead  and  the  oak's  leaves  shaking  in  the  wind.  ❝  you  would  tell  me  if  i  was  bleeding,  right  ?  i  don't  want  blood  in  my  eye.  ❞

[faangfriendly]

❛ how are you still alive? ❜

@decoronation

theo blinks at steve as he chews and swallows the last fruit gusher. over the years he's eaten enough to know the exact amount of packs it takes to give him the worst stomachache of his life. he's on the third packet.. which is his limit for the week.

sometimes he'll have all three in a day (like today) when he feels like it but then he'll have to wait a couple days before he can indulge again.

"don't worry about it-" theo stands and strides to a nearby bin to toss his garbage away. "they're yummy."

[mortique]

injury  themed  prompts  -  accepting!

@decoronation : [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands.

silence  hangs  heavy  between  the  two  as  mikasa  sits  on  the  bathroom  countertop  and  lets  steve  tend  to  the  gash  on  her  palm.  the  initial  sting  of  alcohol  cleaning  her  wound  makes  her  flinch  just  a  little,  muscles  briefly  tensing  as  she  considers  pulling  away.  but  his  touch  is  so  gentle,  hands  trembling  as  if  he's  handling  something  made  of  glass.  as  much  as  she's  loath  to  admit  it,  being  in  his  care  like  this  isn't  the  worst  thing  in  the  world—  quite  the  opposite,  really.  maybe  it  wouldn't  be  so  terrible  to  put  her  trust  in  him,  to  allow  herself  to  be  taken  care  of  without  fearing  she's  being  seen  as  weak.

❝  steve—  ....you  don't—  i  can  do  this  myself,  you  know.  ❞  she  mentions  quietly,  eyes  focused  on  steve's  careful  movements.