this one wouldn’t let me be. to that anon that asked for a bed sharing fic, this is not it, but one is on the way, i promise.
this is nsfw so shield your eyez whether you read it here or on AO3. love y’all.
His skin is still raw with sunburn and the scratchy motel towel rakes across his deltoids, making him hiss. After drying off and securing it around his waist, he elbows his way out of the tiny, dimly-lit bathroom and finds her standing at the fold-out ironing board in the closet by the door, ironing a shirt.
Their wardrobes now consist solely of souvenir hats and t-shirts and one or two faded pairs of jeans, with a hoodie they share between them. They each own a denim button-down shirt; hers is on the board before her and she’s wearing his.
“Hey,” she says without looking up. His shirt hits her just above her knees and he is surprised, as always, at how small she really is. He worries that she is exhausted. That one day, very soon, she will realize that she does not have to be Atlas, holding up the world in a button-down three sizes too big.