#he's... so hot

[eddieslunchbox]

heat [blurb]

a/n: this was inspired by my daydream that men still wear crop tops regularly like they did in the 80s

It isn’t rare for Eddie to be found snipping the sleeves off of at least one of his t-shirts by the time summer comes around and the sun turns the inside of the trailer into an oven. 

It’s as much planned as it is compulsive.

Plucking a random shirt off of the pile of clean laundry he has yet to put away, and a pair of dull craft scissors, hacking away at the fabric until he’s left with a tank top that shows off a glimpse of the dragon tattoo decorating his back. A new addition to his pale skin with its spiked tail curling around his bicep and ending at a point just above his elbow.

This time though, it’s a little too compulsive. Not thinking when he lays the t-shirt out on top of his laundry and goes to town until he’s left with jagged edges that curl in on themselves, and a fresh new hole snipped into the side of his hellfire shirt. Luckily it’s one of many, but Eddie curses at the mistake that would effortlessly expose the side of his waist.

He isn’t so upset as to chuck the shirt in the trash, but not skilled enough to even attempt at sewing it closed, so he simply grabs his scissors again and follows the cut through to the other side, leaving him with a cropped shirt ending right beneath the hellfire logo. 

And he knows how ridiculous it would look to keep the shirt like this, with quarter length sleeves that are longer than the shirt itself, so he chops those too. 

One last snip to the collar and he’s done, chucking the scissors onto the desk behind him and holding up the white shirt with a slight grimace at the thought of showing that much skin. 

A compulsive idea turned bad as he balls up the cropped tank top and chucks it into his laundry basket to forget about. 

Well… it’s a bad idea until the summer heat edges itself up to 95° and he’s sweat through all of his other shirts. 

It doesn’t take long for him to get used to the breeze flitting across the skin of his abdomen as he works on his van, stretching over the exposed hood and enjoying the feeling of cold metal pressing into his waist from where it’d been parked in the shade.

He ends up gravitating towards the cropped fabric whenever he’s lounging around the trailer, giving him more of a reason to wear his favourite jeans in the sweltering heat. 

Standing in their poor excuse of a backyard, lit cigarette perched between his lips, humming to the Metallica song playing on the radio as he hangs up his damp clothes on the clothesline Wayne strung between the trailer and the branch of a tree. Hair pulled out of his face in a bun with dark curls poking out every which way, a pair of cheap sunglasses perched on his nose, and his hellfire shirt, sitting an inch above his navel to expose his waist and the tiniest peek of dark hair trailing into the waistband of his jeans. 

Tightening the chain on Max’s bicycle when it comes loose, mowing the grass, drinking a beer with Wayne on the front porch as the sun sets, his uncle wondering aloud if Eddie thinks he could pull off “that shit” as he motions to Eddie’s exposed stomach, which leaves him with burning sinuses when he laughs through a sip and almost shoots beer from his nose. 

He winds up finishing off the summer with a tan line painted across his ribs, a few new freckles dotting the skin of his lower back, and 3 more t-shirts that met their fate in the form of a cropped tank added to his summer wardrobe for years to come.

[s-insomnia]

my transformation from eight year old me who thought auron looked weird to ten years later me who finds auron the hottest character in the game