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.
