#i love shots of him chilling in the garage

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Always Ever Only You Part 17 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When you manage to keep your spirits high through a rough patch, Bradley is as supportive of your needs as ever. He's working hard to take care of you in every way, and when he comes home with some unexpected paperwork, it's your turn to be supportive of him.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, mentions of smut, pregnancy discussion

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

"It's funny to me that you think you're being coy right now," Bradley told Jake in the locker room. He was avoiding answering questions about his dates with Cat. Bradley knew for a fact that they went on at least two, because that's what you had told him. And he assumed that Jake or Cat had given you that information directly. 

"Some things are sacred, Bradshaw," he said as he applied his deodorant while Bradley dried his hair with his towel and started to get dressed. 

But you had also informed Bradley that the two of them had agreed to take it a little slow now, especially since Cat and Jeremiah were living with her Uncle Bernie. So as Bradley pulled on his underwear, he knew just what to say to bait Jake. "You fuck her yet?" he asked casually, barely able to keep a straight face. 

Jake rounded on him immediately, green eyes furious. "What the hell kind of question is that?" he hissed. "First of all, it's none of your business, but no. Second, you don't have to be so fucking crude about it, man. And third, I never asked you that when you were following Angel around the Hard Deck and all over base like a lost puppy."

Bradley erupted in laughter as he reached into his locker for his undershirt. "Chill, Hangman. I just wanted to see how serious you are. And furthermore, this is the first time you haven't been crude in your life. And further furthermore, you absolutely did ask me if I nailed my wife way back then, because you were mad she turned you down."

Jake stared off into space with his brow creased. "Huh. Well I am serious about Cat. And Jeremiah. But Hondo still gets a little riled up whenever he sees me. Been avoiding him on the tarmac like my life depends on it. And if I ever asked you for any sort of details about Angel, I deeply regret doing so now. Please, keep that shit to yourself."

"Happily," Bradley replied, thinking about your ass in your khaki pants and smiling. When he headed out to the parking garage, Jake walked with him. And when he got to his Bronco, he realized Jake had parked near him. And Cat was waiting for Jake, leaning against the passenger side door, looking at her phone. 

When she glanced up, she smiled and said, "Jake," with longing in her voice. And then she realized Bradley was there, too and straightened her posture like she was standing at attention. "Hi, Bradley."

Oh, they were both making it way too easy to fuck with them. Bradley grinned as he abandoned his Bronco for Jake's car instead. "How's it going? How's my little buddy, Jeremiah?"

She smiled a little cautiously. "He's great. Obsessed with dogs now from playing at your house."

"Yeah, well he's welcome any time," Bradley said, leaning against Jake's car. "Tramp loves licking crumbs off him. Actually Jake was just telling me all about your dates."

"Was he?" she asked quietly, and Bradley thought she looked pleased. Jake was glowering at him from the other side of the car, and Bradley caught sight of a car seat in the back.

"Oh yeah," Bradley said with a nod. "Jake only looks like an ass, but he's actually okay." Cat snorted, and Jake glowered harder. "Are you guys going to go pick Jeremiah up now?"

"Yeah," Jake said loudly. "Better get a move on."

But Cat just looked up at Bradley and said, "I'm trying to get him in the daycare program on base here, but I'm on a wait list. And the facility he's in now is across town, and it's really not that great. But it's affordable," she said with a bit of a shrug. 

Bradley nodded, giving up his original plan to mess with the two of them. He was pretty sure Jake would pay for a better daycare for her son if they were dating seriously. You'd told him a bit about Cat's ex husband and how she was in financial ruin. 

"Well, you have free babysitters," he told her softly. "Really good ones, too."

She laughed softly and leaned in a little closer. "Thanks. Yeah, top notch babysitters. Especially Tramp."

Bradley laughed, too, and then Jake cleared his throat loudly. "If the two of you are finished over there..."

"Later," Bradley told Cat with a grin. And when he walked around toward the Bronco, he winked at Jake and said, "Nice car seat, man."

Jake flipped him off rather discreetly, but he looked happy. When Bradley pulled his Bronco out of his parking spot, he noticed that Jake had walked around to the passenger side of his car. He and Cat were kissing, and Jake was once again holding his middle finger up behind his back for Bradley. 

When he got home, your car was already there. "Sweetheart," he called out as he walked inside. "I am on the cutting edge of the Jake gossip today." You were on the couch wrapped up in his undershirt and a blanket even though it was May, and you were eating a pack of cookies. "You okay?" he asked softly, but he already knew.

You nodded and met his eyes. "I got my period today." Your voice was bland and emotionless, but at least you weren't crying. You just looked exhausted and defeated. 

Bradley made a beeline to the couch and bent to kiss your forehead. "I love you," he promised as you looked up at him, the faintest smile on your lips. "I'll get your heating pad and some Advil? You want a glass of wine?"

"Yeah," you whispered. He didn't even take the time to remove his boots, and Tramp followed him from the bedroom to the bathroom to the kitchen in search of supplies. 

"I'll walk you in a bit. Relax," Bradley coaxed, tossing a treat that the dog caught in midair. "Mommy needs a cuddle first." And it was like the animal listened to him, because a minute later, you were snuggled up on Bradley's lap along with Tramp and the heating pad.

"How was your day?" you asked softly with your eyes closed. Bradley wasn't sure what he should or shouldn't mention right now. He wanted to make sure you were doing okay, but he didn't want to upset you over your period. He wasn't upset about it at all. 

"My day was fine. Do you... want to talk about anything?"

You sighed. "If you're referring to my period? No, not really. I'm okay, I promise. Just a little disappointed, but I think that's mainly because it came a day late, and I was getting just the tiniest bit hopeful, you know?"

Truthfully, Bradley hadn't been keeping up with your cycle, but now that he did the math, you were most likely ovulating right when he got home from deployment. "That makes sense," he whispered, kissing your hair. But he had been too happy since he returned home to let this ruin his day. "But you still got me."

You snuggled in a little closer and kissed his neck. "What's your hot Jake gossip?"

"Well...." It was his time to shine. He always found out everything late or after the fact, and you always liked to pick on him for it. "He and Cat went to pick Jeremiah up from daycare. Together."

You yawned and mumbled, "Yeah, they've been doing that for the past week or so."

"Oh," he said, slightly annoyed that this wasn't news to you. "Well, he also told me he hasn't even slept with her yet," he added.

"I know. I think he's secretly afraid of Hondo kicking his ass."

"Oh. Well, Jake has a car seat for Jeremiah now. But I'm assuming you already know that."

"Of course I do. But this was a really solid effort on your part, Roo. I'm so proud of you."

He just grunted and helped you readjust your heating pad. "I'm supposed to play golf in the morning, unless you'd rather I stay here and make you breakfast?"

"No, thank you. I feel bad enough already. But after you and Jake play golf, we're going out to dinner with him."

"We are? When did this happen? I just saw him."

You grinned up at him and said, "I was just texting Cat. Jake found a kid friendly restaurant that he thought would be great for Jeremiah. I said you'd probably really like it too. There is apparently a playground inside."

Bradley was quiet for a moment as you ran your fingers up along his neck. "Okay... that does sound really fun. Are there swings? I could push Jeremiah on the swings."

"I think there might be."

"I'm in."

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You managed to get up and make Bradley breakfast even though you felt awful. But he spent Friday night cleaning the house after he got you in bed for the night with the heating pad, so you figured some scrambled eggs and a toasted bagel was the least you could do. 

"Jesus, Baby Girl," he moaned, as if you had made him a gourmet breakfast. "So fucking good." 

"Thanks for cleaning and doing the laundry," you said before you yawned. But Bradley collected you in his arms and held you. 

"Thanks for being the best person in the world," he replied, scooping you up and carrying you back to the bedroom while you giggled. "Now get back in bed and get some rest. We've got dinner and the Hard Deck later." 

Then he spun his cap backwards and climbed gently on top of you with a grin. "What are you doing?" you asked, but he cut off your words with his lips. 

"Loving my wife for a minute," he muttered, kissing you hard and parting your lips with his. You tasted his tongue as you moaned, and your fingers found their way to the short hair at the back of his neck. His mustache was really doing it for you, but as soon as you ran your tongue along it, Bradley was pulling away from you. 

"Roo," you whined as he rolled off of you and adjusted his pants. 

"I'll be back after lunchtime," he whispered, and just the sight of his hand on his cock through the fabric of his white golf pants had you pouting. "I love you."

You begrudgingly said, "I love you, too. Even though you're leaving me high and dry." Then you rolled over as he chuckled and left. And you thought about his hands gripping his golf club in those soft, sexy gloves until you were able to fall asleep again.

When you woke up hours later, you were starving and decided to eat a sandwich while you lounged on the back patio. You tossed pieces of crust to Tramp and then you wandered back inside, running your finger along the piano keys as you went. The house was too quiet, and it gave you that melancholy feeling that you got when Bradley was deployed. 

For the briefest moment, you imagined a baby in your arms. Someone to keep you company while he was away. A little one to grow up knowing what it felt like to miss their dad and then be reunited with him over and over again. Someone else for Bradley to dote on. You swallowed down the miserable feeling before it could take over. A baby was not more important than your marriage. A baby did not need to happen at this moment. A child would be welcomed at any time, not just right now. 

You drew a bath, and you were barely in there for more than five minutes when Tramp jumped up from the bath mat and ran for the front door. 

"Sweetheart?"

"In the bathroom," you called, and a second later Bradley was in the room with you. "How were the guys?"

"The usual," he grunted as he knelt on the mat and dipped his fingers in the water. "How was your morning?" he asked, keeping a totally innocent expression on his face as he stroked your breast just under the water's surface.

"Missed you. Got myself a little sad, because it felt like a day when you were deployed." 

Bradley tossed his cap on the floor and said, "I'm right here. I'm yours for the rest of the day. The rest of the weekend. Until we have to go to work on Monday."

"I know," you said, your voice sounding so small as you squeezed your eyes shut. "Will you go see Dr. Genevieve with me next week?"

He answered immediately as his hand found yours. "Of course. I haven't been to therapy in years. It'll be good."

You gaped at him. "You've seen a therapist before?"

"Yeah," he replied with his brow scrunched. "College was a very rough time for me without my mom. And Mav pulled my papers. And I didn't feel like I really belonged anywhere. I never told you that?"

You were just in awe of this man and his notebooks and his open honesty right now and the fact that you were always learning more about him. "No. But I'm really proud of you."

He smiled softly and blushed. "We can go see Dr. Genevieve together. We can do everything together. But you're not allowed to make fun of me if I have more fun at the restaurant tonight than the one year old."

You shook your head and said, "It would come as a surprise to literally nobody."

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"I don't know why he's fussing so much. He's usually a good eater," Cat said, cutting up some food into tiny pieces while Jeremiah remained on the verge of tears in the high chair. Bradley noticed that Jake was looking a little stressed out, presumably because Jeremiah wasn't enjoying the restaurant as much as he had hoped. Jake had spent all morning at the golf course talking about how excited he was.

"Let me see here," Bradley murmured, picking up the rainbow colored fork and tickling Jeremiah with his fingers while he held out a bite of food. In an instant he was laughing, and then he had a mouthful of food. "You love it here, right kiddo? We played on the swings. We drew on the walls. Your mom let you eat dessert first, and Jake won you a porcupine in the claw machine. Now eat up."

"You're incredible," Cat whispered. "No wonder he likes going to your house so much."

"Nah," Bradley said as Jeremiah took hold of the fork for himself. "It's all her and the way she can read a board book like it was written by a Pulitzer Prize winner." He leaned in and kissed you as you beamed at him. Bradley had spent the better part of an hour after your bath rubbing your back while reading some of his notebook entries to you. It always really seemed to make an impact where sometimes his verbal skills escaped him. But when he wrote his feelings out on a piece of paper, it made all the difference in the world.

"Are you coming to the Hard Deck after this?" you asked, turning to look at Jeremiah as he ate. "Well, not you, little man."

"Nope," Jake said with a cocky grin on his face and his arm draped across the back of Cat's chair. "We're going to watch the newest Scooby Doo movie back at my place and enjoy some of the chocolate chip cookies that I definitely made myself and did not buy at the store."

Cat laughed, and Bradley watched as she leaned in to whisper something to Jake as she brushed his hair back from the scar on his forehead. "They look happy," you muttered, taking Bradley's hand in yours underneath the table. 

"Yeah," he agreed, carefully wiping Jeremiah's face as Cat kissed Jake like they were completely alone. "I'll roast him later for this. He always tells me we're disgusting."

"We are a little bit disgusting, Roo."

"Never said we weren't."

When you and he left the three of them a little while later and headed to the Hard Deck, Bradley was in an absolutely disgusting, soppy mood. You were singing along so badly to his favorite playlist while his hand rested on your thigh, and he was just so fucking proud of you for not letting your period take over your mood. Especially when all he wanted was to make you happy, and he knew it would have crushed him if you were being hard on yourself while he doted on you.

When he pulled into the parking lot and put the Bronco in park, he said, "I don't understand how you can sing so badly when you make the prettiest sounds I've ever heard in bed."

"Hey!" you complained with a laugh as you crawled across the seat and onto his lap. "Was that supposed to be a compliment?"

"I only have the nicest things to say about you and your singing voice," he promised with an obnoxious smile as you pushed his head back against the headrest and started to gently nibble on his neck. Soon you were sucking a little harder as your hand trailed up and down his bicep. "Oh shit. That feels great. Let's go home."

You moaned softly and licked a trail up to his ear before whispering, "Nope. You tease me, I'm going to tease you right back." Then you rubbed yourself against his cock, and Bradley tried to get his arm around you, but you were already jumping down from his lap to the parking lot. 

"Hey!" he called out with a laugh as you ran ahead of him while he tried to lock the Bronco doors. When he jogged inside, you were already at the bar chatting with Penny. He made eye contact with you, and you smirked. 

Bradley strolled up behind you and pressed himself against your butt, kissing the back of your neck. "Whenever you decide you want to behave, I'll be at the pool table," he whispered. 

You just laughed and said, "You know that's not going to happen."

"Well, come say hi to Nat anyway," he added, laughing softly against your neck. Penny was looking at the two of you together with the softest expression, and Bradley figured that was how he usually looked at you, too.  "You know, I can remember the early days before the two of you were together," Penny said over the buzz of conversation. "All the longing glances and sneaking off together." Bradley set his hand on your hip and said, "Hey, we thought we were being pretty discreet." "Nice try," Penny said with a laugh as she slid two beer bottles across the bar.  "Were we not discreet?" Bradley whispered as you and he walked toward Nat. You beamed up at him. "I guess not." He watched you walk into his best friend's open arms for a hug. And now he was thinking about every way he could be less than discreet with you tonight. You kept touching him, just some fleeting brushes of your hand to his abs or arm while you chatted with the others, but you were relentless.  When the beers were empty, you took his bottle and said, "I'll take these back up to the bar, and then I'm running to the ladies' room." Bradley just grunted as you squeezed his bicep. As soon as you disappeared down the hallway, he dug his phone out of his pocket and sent you a quick text. Meet me outside at our special spot? He waited and waited but got no response. However, when you reemerged from the hallway, you caught his eye and then continued toward the exit. Bradley was in the middle of conversation with Javy about golfing when he suddenly said, "Hey, man, excuse me for a minute."

Bradley pushed his way through the crowd, and once he was back outside in the cool, dark night, he turned and ran toward the steps at the far end of the deck. As soon as his shoes hit the sand, you were reaching out for him. 

"Been a while since we did this," you told him, your voice filled with laughter as he backed you up against the deck post. 

"Too long," he agreed, letting his lips meet yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck. It was amazing how kissing you and just touching you made him feel so good inside. The feel of your kisses was a comfort that he knew by heart, and every curve of your body fit his hands perfectly. His fingers were inside your shirt, his thumbs gliding along your ribs and up to your bra.

You moaned into his mouth, pressing up on your toes and pulling him closer. When he broke the kiss to breathe, you whispered, "I have my period though."

"I know. Just wanted to make out with my fucking hot ass wife. Penny made me nostalgic."

His rough hands were on your lower back, and your head was tipped against the post. Bradley worked his lips along your neck, collar bones and cleavage as you said, "This feels just as good as the first time. Maybe better."

"Definitely better," he murmured. "You're in love with me now."

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You had no shame. Your outfit was a wrinkled mess, and your lips were puffy when you returned to the pool table some thirty minutes later. Bradley's hair looked like he'd been outside during a natural disaster, and Penny smirked at him when he got two more beers. 

But it didn't matter, because you were so happy. So you let the guys pick on Bradley while you laughed into your beer bottle. And when you got home, you let him lure you into the shower to have sex at one in the morning where he made you cum so hard, your echoing voice scared Tramp. And maybe the sex was better when you weren't trying so hard to get pregnant. And maybe listening to him read his notebook to you every night was doing more than you originally thought.

When you got to work on Monday morning, Bickel was waiting for your help with his most time sensitive projects. "Your ideas are always so refreshing, Lieutenant Commander." 

And when you sat in the lab all afternoon, Cat came over at one point and simply said, "You were right about Jake."

And then Bradley met you for thirty minutes where he got to meet Dr. Genevieve. You told her that you were having a good day even though you got your period, and the three of you just chatted a little bit. 

But you should have known that by the end of the week, you'd be feeling a little different. You were at home on Friday, already lounging on the couch and looking at vacation destinations for your first anniversary in November when Bradley walked in holding two envelopes.

"We need to talk." 

You popped up on the couch and eyed him carefully. "About what?"

"Two things." He struggled out of his boots at the front door as he said, "Admiral Dean's court-martial has a date scheduled. And there's also an upcoming special detachment."

The court appearance for Dean and Slayer was something you figured would be happening soon. But a special detachment? You weren't sure if you were ready to hear about it. "Just tell me."

Bradley dropped down on the couch next to you and gave you a quick kiss. "June 9th," he said, handing you the first envelope. You scanned along, reading the dates and times, and sure enough, Bradley would have to appear in full dress uniform in court that day. 

"Okay," you murmured, "now tell me about the detachment."

He kissed you again and then again, and you realized he seemed a lot more antsy about this bit of information. "Here." He placed the second envelope in your hand, but the paperwork had almost no information on it. And you were surprised to see that it had a classification code above what you were currently privy to.

"This tells me nothing, Roo."

"I realize that," he replied, running his hands through his hair. "It's something top secret. I wouldn't get any of the details unless I'm selected." He turned to look at you with his elbows propped on his knees and his forehead cupped in one hand. "But, Baby Girl... I really want to do this. I think I kind of need to."

And you understood exactly what he meant without him elaborating further. He still thought he needed to prove himself after being named the spare by Admiral Dean, and this was probably the kind of mission that would get his head on straight again and bring back his confidence. But this was also the kind of mission that would leave you at home, alone and worried. Because if he wasn't one hundred percent in the right head space, it could spell disaster. 'Top secret' meant highly dangerous. But it also meant only the most skilled pilots and weapons systems officers would be chosen to participate.

You swallowed down your fear and nudged his bicep until he leaned back and welcomed you onto his lap. "If you want to do it, then I hope you get chosen." You hated that your voice shook and tears filled your eyes, because you wanted to be encouraging for him. 

"Come here," he whispered gently, and you sobbed quietly as he held you in his arms. "It'll be okay. I might not even get selected. But if I do, it'll still be okay."

"I know," you said, sucking in a deep breath. You hated that his confidence had been shaken in this way, but he was among the best, and you were already sure he'd be going. You could feel it in your bones. 

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I'm hoping Dean and Slayer get what they deserve. And also up next, Roo and BG visit a new bar they've never been to before with an agenda they've never indulged in before. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 18

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[rzyraffek]

Slashers with y/n that just gets along with everything

Like slasher could litteraly kill somone near y/n and she would be like alr alr whats really important is that you are happy🤠😎. Im sorry that first 2character had super long headcanons while last ones have way less :( I had no ideas Request open!

Billy Lenz

He always expects some sort of negative response when he calls people and when he heard new voice on the Phone he got even more exited cuz new person new reaction! He totally didnt expect her to just go "yeah yeah sure buddy, anyways... how is your day man? Cuz im so so tired...*starts normal converstation*

He probably tries to stay in character but he is so caught of Guard he doesnt know how to react really (hehe the table has turn)

Now he kinda hopes that she will pick up cuz shes very intresting😈 billy likey

"Ew its this creep again! He is asking for you y/n? Of please dont tell me you befriended him??" "So what? He said hes favourite fruit is strawberry he cant be that bad!" *billy saying slurs on the phone*

You need to constantly tell him that, no Billy no harrasing women isnt sexy, you arent quirky, you are mentally ill

"Y/n i killed that bitch that was gossiping about you 🧍 " "👍good for you billy im glad you found healthy way to cope with that negative emotion😇" "on god"

His whole moral compass is created around the simple question 'does it hurt y/n?' .1:no it doesnt so feel free to do it .2 do not do it, she will ban Billy from sweets (bad ending)

The man from hush

This guy. This dude. This Little gremlin. He is upset that he gets no reaction! Like please oh please act all angy when he 'acidently' shot tire in her car! But oh no ofc no, she had to be like "oh its okay honey i have backup in garage🥰" hes like HHUH SINCE WHEN WE HAVE GARAGE

Like tbh thats how i imagine how they met: he saw her, he wanted to hunt her, she was so chill that she didnt even leave her household while the power was off and he went inside and just saw her having lil nap on couch. 🧍🤨erm exuse me gurl im trying to roleplay epic hunter here tf

He probably kidnaped her cuz she was too weird to just kill her but he didnt want to risk her calling police. He probably tied her up and yeeted her on backseats. And then she begun judging music on the radio"yo big guy can i get some good music taste?" "What? Whats wrong with Taylor Swift?"

He will overshare everything to kinda check where is her limit if it comes to being chill "yeah so i killed this old lady.." "im sure you had good reason🥰" "🤨... anyways... yeah so i was drinking some redbull when some guy said i look ugly so i shoot his head off and-" "HEY HEY hold up geez you CANT drink Energy drinks?? Bestie you know it is unhealthy?? Also you like hunt for sport it will ruin your condition!? How you gonna shoot people with shakey hands?? You crazy or something?" "Damn😔"

Micheal myers

I tried to put him here but i realised he will be as chill as her.

Like he can give her gifts covered in blood and she' just going to clean it and wear it like nothing happened or completley ignore it

He cares about this stuff as much as y/n so like not at all. I mean tbh theres is a bit of difrence: shes at least positive about it! Like "yeah micheal go for it, love🥰😇 i know its hard to cope with trauma take it all out alr?" Shes trying to be a good supporting gf not her fault she never had serial killer bf!

Brahms Heelshire

He lives for attention! What do you mean the war crime he commited this lunch break is okay!?!? Baby pleasee

But this negativity disapears the moment he realised he can get a lot of positive attention when he will do some nice stuff! "Oh honey I didnt kill any rats today" "oh that's amazing brahms I'm sure you and the rats inside walls will get along well soon🥰" (rats in walls bully brahms)

Please complement him or he will get a tantrum and destroy something

Brahms and rats have very hard past i might do seperate hc about that

Ghostface

"Look babe! My newest victim *shows photo*" "ugh baby...😰 you NEED to buy new camera or watch some youtube tutorials about how to take good photos" "aw man whats wrong with my pictures 😔"

Otherwise y/n supports his hobbies! People need to grow😇 (and he needs to grow up)

If theres 2ghostfaces(like in most movies) they will bet money on how long you gonna keep this 'do whatever as long as youre happy' act. Well they didnt know that this wasnt an act but her personality

Also they will probably try to use this chillnes aginst her like "oooh y/n something terrible happened! I crushed my car oh what will i do!" "Alr bestie i will drive you over there😇" "😈omg you are so nice i totally didnt expect that(heheh i dont need to pay for gas today (hes very evil))

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[love-bitesx]

Hey, luv ur last Hobie writing it was so good! so like as a request (sorry if my wording is a bit awk ive never requested anything on tumblr b4😭) hobie x fem reader (or not gendered i dont mind) on like what it would be like putting Hobie on music as a reader that listens to a ton of genres and not mainly punk rock- like would he be open minded on it etc. and also what falling asleep w him with music in the background would be like and stuff. like a little one-shot on that (or hc’s!)

: ̗̀➛ OPEN-MINDED

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

gonna hug every anon/req ever i love u lot so much <3 this is kind of just a ranty headcanon one shot. thing. i think. we'll find out. i think im physically incapable of writing a short one shot, i just love this guy too much thank u for the req!!! love u also, this is strictly my headcanon and my opinion, if there's something canon that contradicts this, my apologies!! this is just a bit of fun :)

i think he'd be somewhat open-minded, but he'd have his strict no-nos. pop music being that, or anything on the radio, he tells you it's just propaganda from the 'system'. remember, this guy is an anarchist, plus so much more.

having grown up in england, london specifically, i think he'd be partial to uk hip hop, grime, garage, alt rock, alternative music, etc. anything that sparks a bit of controversy. anything from the streets, the people. plenty of those genres stem from rock'n'roll music anyway, so i wouldn't be surprised.

however.

you're laying in your room one night, it's dark outside, the night crawling in as a gentle breeze drifts through your open window. headphones plugged into your phone, you scrolled through a newly made playlist, brows furrowed in thought as you tried to remember anymore songs you wanted to add.

humming along to the tune echoing in the headset, you were absolutely zoned out. it wasn't until a large pair of hands grabbed your waist, did you crash back down to earth. ripping the headphones off your head, you jumped back in defense.

"what did i tell you about leaving your window open, y/n?" hobie scolded you, a playful smirk on his lips, standing up straight, looking down at you, "could've been any dickhead coming in here, y'know?"

"not just any dickhead can scale 7 floors and climb in through my window, hobie," you rolled your eyes, fixing the mess you made when you threw your headphones and phone on the bed.

"yeah," he leant down, until his face was but an inch from your own, "only the really bad ones can."

with that, and a devilish grin, he pressed his lips against yours, using his advantage to push you backwards onto the bed, climbing on, making himself comfortable on the mattress next to you, holding you close to him. your hands went to his chest, feeling it rise and fall under your touch.

"i missed you," he muttered between kisses, his piercing ice cold against your lips, sending chills down your spine.

"i missed you, too, hobie," you whispered back, welcoming his touch on your waist.

pulling back with a smirk, he reached for the phone in your hand, opening it up.

"what were you listening to so intensely?" he quizzed, but his question was instantly answered at the name of the playlist you had made.

for hobie

"oh."

to say he was stunned, was an understatement. this was new to him, no one had ever made him a specially made playlist before, no one had gone to the effort. his heart swelled. scrolling through, he saw an array of artists that he hadn't even heard of before, mixes of genres that he knew you loved.

"sorry, it's really silly," you dismissed, reaching for your phone at his blunt response, suddenly feeling a wave of insecurity.

his eyes snapped to yours, shocked at your reaction, "what? no, absolutely not."

though his stomach twisted slightly at the thought of listening to lana del rey? whoever that was, he wasn't sure, but the fact you listened to it, thought of him, and thought of him so much you made it into a playlist dedicated to him? well, he'd be an idiot to refuse that.

"i love it, darlin', thank you," his smile was soft, genuine, one you only see him give to you, which is why you loved it so dearly.

"baby, who's kendrick lamar?"

BONUS #1

it was a late night, you were exhausted from working all day, and the 7 staircase climb wasn't ideal, now that the elevator in your block had stopped working. dumping all your stuff in the living room, quickly throwing on some clothes from the dryer and a quick bathroom visit, you nudged open the door to your bedroom.

you knew hobie was crashing at yours, it was more rare when he wasn't.

what you didn't expect was the sound of mellow, soft music coming from inside. continuing quietly, you peered around the door to see your boyfriend, barely under the covers, sound asleep on your bed. eyes scanning the room, you saw his phone, open on the mattress beside him.

silently stepping over, your heart melted at what you saw on his phone screen. the playlist you had made him, shuffled, playing through the speakers on his phone.

chest warm and full of adoration for this man, you leant down to place a kiss on his temple, smiling at the way his body reacted to your touch.

he was an angel, of sorts.

BONUS #2

though you complained about it at first, hobie would definitely need music to fall asleep to. sometimes he was so tired that the second his head hit the pillows and his arms wrapped themselves around you, he was asleep. but mainly, he played music from the speakers in either of your rooms.

the only issue with this, however, is that his music was never stereotypical sleeping music.

whilst only on a low volume, just something to keep his mind from fuzzing too much as he tried to sleep, you weren't a stranger to falling asleep to the likes of ramones, dead kennedys, motörhead, sex pistols, etc.

he loved you for it though, beyond grateful with your patience with him.

a/n: golly gosh i love this man so much

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[sevcasejay1chicago]

Overstimulated- Jay, Kelly, and Matt

Summary: Your day didn’t turn out the way you had hoped, ending in you snapping at your boyfriends.

Warnings: descriptions of panic attack, LaNgUaGe

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It’s been a while since you’ve been this overstimulated. You made specific changes in your life in hopes of avoiding this moment. Your three favorite people are sat, in stunned silence, after you just got up and snapped at them. You never snap. All of you joke about how you are the most chill person in this relationship. Today, you’ve had it.

It was suppose to be a peaceful Saturday morning. All of you were off, which was a rare occurrence for a Saturday in and of itself. The original plan was to sleep in and then have a lazy movie day. Of course, that got derailed when one of your UCs called for an assistant, dragging you out of bed at 0745.

Then, your mom decided to call and bicker about your relationship with the boys. She started the conversation like she had thought about it and was finally on board with the relationship, but she quickly exited that ship before she blew it up right in your face. It had made your day much worse, but after you had a good cry in the parking garage of your building, you had felt a little better.

Now, you were just upset that nobody could agree on a movie. All you wanted was to finally watch a movie with your favorite guys, but they wouldn’t stop arguing over who had the better movie idea. Now, your popcorn was cold, your favorite snacks were still left untouched, and you were pacing the living room while shaking your hands out and attempting to even your breathing.

Kelly had to be the one to break the silence. “What’s gotten into you? You’ve been pretty crabby all day.” Kelly shot at you, no real heat behind the words, but that didn’t matter in your state.

“What’s a matter with me? You really wanna fucking know?” You asked, stopping to yell as you spoke directly at him, seeing Jay shrink a bit in the corner of your eye. He’s never seen you like this. None of them have, but he can tell something isn’t quite right. “My day was ruined when I got an early morning wake up call, then my mom laid into me about our relationship, again. All I wanted was to have a nice movie night and eat junk and then go to bed and start over tomorrow but you guys won’t just pick a damn movie and hold me!” You shouted, tears threatening to spill.

“Well baby, I’m sorry, but we didn’t know any of this. You gotta tell us these things. We can let you pick the movie and just go about our night. We are sorry we made things worse.” Matt said, always the fixer, but that just upset you more.

You shook your hands harder, closing your eyes and trying to focus on breathing through the sobs that were threatening to escape. “I-I can’t. I love you guys, but I can’t right n-.”

In your panic, you hadn’t seen or heard Jay get up and approach you, bringing you into his arms. You immediately stopped when you smelled his cologne and buried your face into his neck. You were still trying to be strong, but it was hard with Jay’s lips next to your ear, a hand running through your hair and the other running up and down your back.

“Shhhhh baby.” Jay whispered calmly. “Follow me. If you need to cry, cry, but you need to breathe.” Jay coached, slowly rocking you back and forth as you let out a sob into his neck. “There you go. I have you now. Your safe.” Jay soothed, kissing the side of your head.

The other two wondered off as Jay continued to consol you. They grabbed some wet cloths, Jay’s army hoodie, your favorite blanket, your anxiety meds, and some tissue. When they got back, Jay was sat back on the couch, you sitting in his lap, wrapped around him like a koala.

“Think she got overwhelmed. That’s a lot to happen in a day, especially when you try to do it all on your own.” Jay explained, still caressing you.

The other two nodded, sheepishly handing over their items like apology gifts. Jay ended up helping you clean your face before you allowed Matt to slide the hoodie over your head and Kelly to toss the blanket over you and Jay.

“We didn’t mean to upset you further sweetheart. I’m so sorry I snapped back at you in the moment. I should have noticed something was bothering you with your change in behavior.” Kelly said, sitting on one side of Jay.

“And I’m sorry for being overwhelming with how badly I wanted to fix it. I know what overstimulation feels like and I also know that it doesn’t really help when someone tries to reason.” Matt said, lightly rubbing your arm.

“And I’m sorry for yelling.” You said, sitting up slightly and playing with the strings on the hoodie. “I was really frustrated this morning and then my mom just really made me overwhelmed and sad. I just got way too overstimulated and I couldn’t stop it. I’m sorry for taking it out on you guys.” You said, not looking up.

Jay gently tilted your chin up. “Hey. You know that we still love you. We all have bad days and snap when we don’t mean to.”

“Us more than you.” Kelly added in.

“So, we totally get it. Just please tell us how you feel next time. Okay?” Jay asked, wiping the fresh tears from your eyes.

You nodded, allowing Matt to help you blow your nose.

“Now, what do you say we watch Y/F/M, eat all these snacks, and then turn in early. How does that sound?” Jay asks, helping you adjust in his lap.

“Sounds amazing.” You whispered, getting comfy as Kelly began the movie.

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[spookyscarydemonbabe]

I LOVE GARETH (he's so adorable)

How about the reader goes over to his house and he isn't there so they wait in his room for him. When he gets back, he sees the reader wearing his plaid jacket asleep in his bed...

A/N- This was so cute 🥹 i know i’m not taking fic requests rn but this was too fun to not want to make a fic out of 😍

Cozy

Genre-Fluff

Warnings- None :)

Tag List- @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @aidansloth @esme-viridian @toomanyfandomsimfanvergent

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You sighed and tapped your foot as you waited at his door, checking the watch on your wrist again just to see how long it’s been since you last rang the doorbell.

It wasn’t a rare occurrence for you to show up at Gareths place unannounced, it happened a lot more frequently than some may think. After living next door to each other all your lives you knew you were both welcome in each others homes whenever you liked. But for some reason this had been the only time where no one was home.

He knew you were coming over at this time. Hell, he’s the one that invited you over, so it was strange for him not to be there.

His car was still in the driveway, and after taking a quick peek into the garage you saw that his parents cars were no where to be found. Probably out with his sisters.

You groaned and rang the doorbell again, crossing your arms over your chest and turning to look down either end of the street, just checking to see if he had maybe gotten a ride from someone else. You knew he wouldn’t forget. He never did.

Every single time you came over, without a doubt you knew he would be fully prepared to see you. Whatever it was the two of you had planned, he always had some extras to keep you around longer.

Watching a new movie together? He would grab an extra one for the two of you to watch just in case you wanted to.

Listening to a new tape he got? It just so happens that he’s got a few new tapes, and you’re always down for a chill night.

Checking out a new spot in town? He just so happens to know about a few other local places for the two of you to go together.

He always loved spending time with you, and of course you loved spending time with him too.

With one final groan and a roll of the eyes, you were done with waiting. You walked over to the decorative plants on the porch and moved them aside, picking up the house key you knew they kept stored under there and using it to let yourself right in.

“Gare?!” You shouted out, hoping he had just been asleep in his room or occupied in the basement.

You slipped your shoes off at the door and shrugged when the only response you got was silence. Oh, well. He would be back any minute from wherever he was, you were sure of it.

As you climbed up the stairs you looked at all the family pictures plastered on the wall on the way up. Old school portraits, framed family drawings, a few professional shots of the whole family taken when Macy was still just a baby. At the very top step was your favorite.

One of the very first pictures of you and Gareth ever taken.

No more than maybe five or six years old, the both of you smiling with dirt and grass stains all over your clothes, each of you holding a little green frog in your hands. You remember how slimy they were. A quiet giggle left your lips seeing his adorable gap toothed smile. He lost two of his teeth that year. He was such a cute kid.

You finished your slow walk up the stairs and passed the other doors down to Gareths room, and surprisingly the door was still closed.

“Gare?” You said from behind the door, hoping he had just fallen asleep. After a moment of silence you shrugged and turned the handle, struggling to open his bedroom door.

You groaned as you shoved the door open with your shoulder, sneaking through the small space you managed to make between the door and the wall. His room was messier than you’ve ever seen it.

Clothes all over the floor, his bed was unmade and the blanket was tossed about and laying half on the floor, VHS tapes were littered in front of the TV and a few magazines were fallen over and spilling out of the box he kept under his bed. Boys were so gross.

You shut the door once more and kicked the piles of clothes around, trying to make yourself a clear path on his floor. There was no way he was planning on having you over with his room in this state, maybe he just lost track of time with whatever it was he was doing?

Either way, there was no way you were going to wait for him in this filth.

You started grabbing up piles of clothes in your arms and burying them into his hamper, making a little bit of space on his floor for you to walk around. You were able to make your way over to his stereo and looked through his tapes, searching for one to put on for some background noise while you picked up his mess. You smiled as you saw he was listening to one of the tapes you made for him and pressed rewind to start it over, pushing the play button and turning up the volume a bit.

No one would mind if no one was home.

You didn’t deep clean his room, you barely deep cleaned your own room at home, but just enough to where it wasn’t a pig sty. You didn’t know how he could function in a mess like this.

It was exhausting.

You had no idea how long it had been since you started putting away his tapes and laundry, but you eventually found your way over to cleaning off his bed, picking up a few shirts and tossing them towards the hamper like you had done with all the rest on his floor. You stopped when your hand felt the familiar flannel fabric under his blanket.

A smile spread across your lips when you pulled his vest out from under the blanket, a little wrinkled but otherwise in perfect condition. If he left it here that must mean he ran off the night before in a hurry to get to Eddie’s for a last minute sesh. He always overslept on those nights. As much as it needed a good wash, you saw nothing wrong with it.

A few wrinkles here and there, but no stains or tears, and it seemed to smell fine, thank god.

You had never once seen him without it within the last few months, it was almost like a security blanket for him. How was he possibly managing without it?

You went to go toss it into the hamper along with the other clothes, but as you saw it in your hand in your reflection of his standing mirror, you wondered what the big deal was.

He was obsessed with always keeping it in perfect condition, making sure nothing was out of place and every patch and pin on it had been in its spot for a reason.

You looked at it in your hands for a moment and glanced up at the mirror, taking a step towards it. How great could this vest really be?

You put your arms through the sleeves and adjusted it onto your body, smiling seeing it was a few sizes too big on your frame. It was comfortable, it was warm, and the fabric was so soft.

You took a deep breath, ready to pull it off of your body and toss it into the hamper, but there was something stopping you.

It felt so cozy, and though his room wasn’t freezing it was keeping you nice and warm. The fact that it smelled like him didn’t help much either. You were never able to notice how nice it was until now.

The mixture of his cologne on the front and the scent of his shampoo on the collar, mixed with his natural pheromones it was something so strange to you. Refreshing. Like a wave of calm washed over your body. It’s like he was there with you now, and you smiled at yourself in the mirror remembering his laugh.

You looked down at the red flannel on you, moving your hands up the seams and bringing in the collar to take a deep inhale. You missed him.

You lived next door to him all your life, and whenever he wasn’t there you missed him. Even now, standing in his bedroom that you’ve been in hundreds of times before, wearing the same vest you’ve seen him in for days on end, you were missing him. Hopefully he’d be home soon.

Another glance around his room from the reflection in the mirror made you remember the stereo. The tape you had playing had stopped at some point and you didn’t even notice. You went back to the stereo and flipped the tape to play the other side, sighing as you turned down the volume. It was now a comfortable background noise, and with the combination of his warm vest and the soft music, his bed was looking so much more comfortable than it ever had before…

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“I’m going to fucking murder you if you ever make me this late back to my own house ever again.” Gareth said to Eddie from the passenger seat of his van, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Easy,” Eddie replied back with a chuckle, “it’s only been an hour, you’ll be fine.”

“I won’t be fine!” Gareth shouted, “I told you i had this planned and i’ve never been this late to something, (y/n) might think i was kidnapped or something, my car is still in the driveway and no one else is home, my room is a fucking mess and i don’t want to come home and find police cars all over the place-“

“Calm down.” Eddie said to him sternly. He’d never seen Gareth so overwhelmed. “It’s no big deal, i’ll tell her it was my fault you were late. I’m fine with her thinking i’m the bad guy.”

Gareth rolled his eyes and looked out the window of the van, hoping they’d be home soon.

What was supposed to be another last minute band practice turned into an overnighter for him and the rest of the guys at Eddie’s place. Smoking, watching movies, listening to music, all the same stuff they’d normally do. Unfortunately, they managed to stay up until at least four in the morning and lost track of time when they went out for ‘breakfast’ at noon.

Gareth was supposed to be at his place nearly an hour ago and he was so upset with himself for being late. He just hoped you weren’t upset with him too.

He hated making you upset, all he wanted to do was be able to spend time with you and have fun with you, other than being with the guys it was his absolute favorite pastime.

You had always been so sweet and kind to him, you would play together as kids and were nearly joined at the hip every summer, and as the years went on he figured that every guy got the same feelings about their girl friends.

Every guy started wishing that their girl friends always held their hand whenever they walked together.

Every guy wanted to be able to comfort their girl friends and hold them close during all the scariest parts of horror movies.

Every guy would make countless amounts of mixtapes of all the songs that reminded them of their girl friends.

Every guy got jealous when their girl friends would go out on dates or get asked to dances by other guys.

Every guy would lay in bed every night just wishing their their girl friends could be laying beside them to snuggle and keep warm.

God, he could feel his palms get sweaty just thinking about you.

He quickly wiped them on his jeans, doing his best to get you off of his mind and get back to the matter at hand. He was trying his best to think of an excuse to give you as to why he was late but he knew you wouldn’t believe anything he told you. You knew him too well.

The best thing to do was to just deal with whatever you had coming to him.

Eddie quickly turned the corner and Gareth perked up as soon as he saw his house, getting himself ready to nearly jump out of Eddie’s van as he pulled up on the curb.

“I’ll tell her what happened, don’t worry about sticking around.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door.

“You sure?” Eddie called out after him, shrugging as he watched Gareth run up his front yard to his door, fumbling with the keys in his pocket as he put one into the lock and stepped inside.

Gareth shut the front door behind him, looking around the living room and kitchen for any sign of you. He knew his parents were taking his sisters over to their friends for a playdate, giving the two of you free rein of the house for almost the entire day. He was just hoping he had enough time to clean a little before rushing over to your place and apologizing like his life depended on it.

He quickly ran up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom, and noticed that the door was slightly cracked open, he could hear one of his tapes being played from behind it.

He slowly opened his bedroom door, knowing that it had been completely closed when he left and stopped in his tracks when he saw you.

The lower half of your body was covered by his comforter, your top half was covered by his vest to keep you warm, your head resting peacefully on his pillow as the music played softly in the background. He looked around his room and saw that you had been nice enough to pick up a little for him, and he smiled as he quietly stepped inside. He made sure to be careful as the door creaked while he shut it, carefully stepping around on his hardwood floor in order not to wake you.

As strange as it was, all he could do was look at you.

You looked so serene, so peaceful. You used to have sleepovers when you were little but since the time has passed, you figured you were just too old for it. Not to mention your parents finding it inappropriate for two teenagers to be having sleepovers when they see each other constantly. But still, it was nice to see you like this again.

He could remember bits and pieces of your sleepovers when you were little but he always remembered how nice it was when you were sleeping. He always thought you looked beautiful, even when you were kids.

Gareth slowly walked over to the other side of the bed, carefully climbing in next to you and moving his body close to yours. He snuggled in, his arm carefully wrapping around your torso as the other pulled his comforter over your bodies. A smile slowly crept across his lips as he felt you gently back into him.

He held you close, keeping you warm beneath the blankets as he slowly closed his eyes.

You were never really able to relax like this.

Every time you saw each other there was always something planned, life gets in the way sometimes and it’s difficult to be able to enjoy doing nothing with someone you don’t see as often as you would like. And Gareth knows that too.

As much as he would love to be able to sit and talk with you, spend time with you, share fun memories with you, things like this were just as important.

He smiled when he felt your hand move over his as he held you.

Nothing was more important than this.

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[ghostlykeyes]

Hello! I absolutely LOVE your heartsteel Kayn headcanons, you capture his character so well. What kinds of headcanons would you have for Kayn going for a night out (esp. with the heartsteel boys)?

Ty!! <3

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HEARTSTEEL KAYN: NIGHT OUT HEADCANONS ♡ TW's: Alcohol usage ♡ SFW ♡ Thank you!!! This one's not for Kayn/reader, just single Kayn (if Kayn's in a relationship with u imagine this all as the exact same except he's calling you 3,000 times at random points during the excursions)

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KAYN

Kayn will often flake on plans if they're made in advance, so it's best to blindside him with a night out. He's much more likely to attend if someone texts him, "Party at 10, u in?" than if they let him know a week prior. That being said, he usually goes out with his bandmates either way. He's trying to be a team player, at least a little bit, and he knows that means he can't bail on guys' night out. (Plus, he has enough fun with Heartsteel to make it worth going—not that he'd ever admit he actually likes partying with them.)

Even though he pretends he 'woke up like this', Kayn spends waaaaay too much time in front of the mirror before a night out. Gotta make sure his nail polish isn't chipped and his hair's swept back in that perfect 'I don't give a fuck' type way, you know?

Kayn stashes extra jewelry in his pockets before heading out to a party—he knows he's probably about to lose a hand of rings and a bracelet within two hours. Best to keep stocked up so he can maintain his carefully-curated look.

Dressed to kill. Kayn likes to play with textures, silhouette, and bursts of neon color. His going-out fits lean towards techwear and the tamer side of cybergoth.

You already know Kayn pregames like a motherfucker. Expect him to be a few shots deep before the night even starts. And, once he's buzzed, he's not about to let himself get even halfway to sober. Doesn't matter what, he drinks whatever Ezreal puts in front of him. He also keeps a flask tucked in a side pocket, and he's surprisingly willing to pass it around. If they promise to buy him a drink at the next bar, he lets any of his bandmates take a generous gulp.

After getting a little tipsy, the guys like to scribble graffiti tags all over everything, so Kayn keeps a handful of paint markers on him in everyone's preferred colors. Of course, he won't hand them out for free. Often, Ezreal and Sett can be convinced to split Kayn's chores for the next two weeks in exchange for the Poscas.

Starting out at a bar or club is just fine but Kayn's surprisingly opposed to bar-hopping. There's way too many people in way too small of a space. A few hours in, Kayn prefers to duck out of the sweaty bodies and pounding music. At this point, he just wants to wander around and get in trouble with his boys. City streets, grocery stores, empty parking garages—anywhere is fine, though Kayn gets extremely annoyed (and slightly more inclined to property destruction) whenever they're asked to leave somewhere. For this reason K'sante and Yone try to make sure wherever they end up is relatively isolated. Less of a chance of getting kicked out that way. An abandoned building where they can bring a huge speaker and chill out is a prime place to close an evening out.

If you're a fan, this is probably the worst time to approach Kayn for an autograph. When he's trying to let loose the LAST thing he wants is to get bugged by groupies. He won't even give you a second look, scoffing: "I don't do autographs." If Sett notices him being mean, he'll offer to sign two things for you to make up for his friend's rudeness. It helps, of course, but still. Don't approach Kayn in public unless you want your dreams shattered.

Of the group Kayn's the most likely to break something. This ranges from everything like accidentally shattering a shot glass to absolutely intentionally wrecking one of those public-use electric scooters. (How was he supposed to know you're not supposed to do quint whips on those, he asks. He ignores Ezreal when he points out that crashing full speed into a dumpster has nothing to do with pulling off tricks.)

As everyone's winding down for the night, Kayn's been known to smoke a cigarette or two on the apartment stairs or balcony. He never smokes otherwise, but it's a bit of a ritual at this point. When Kayn ducks out for a smoke, then the rest of the guys know not to bother him anymore. He's done.

Kayn refuses to drink water or change into pajamas after returning from a night out. Best you're gonna get from him is him taking his clothes off before passing out. No teeth-brushing, no shower, nothing. All routines are abandoned and he falls straight into a thirteen hour coma.

It doesn't matter how much he did, or didn't drink, Kayn's an absolute zombie the morning after a night out. Don't expect him to leave his room until three pm, and even then, he's probably only getting up so he can go on a McDonald's run (his signature hangover order: two fish filets, fries, and a large Sprite).

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[jawritter]

Carry On

Chapter 25

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Angst! SOOO much angst!!! (Y’all gonna be mad mad). Talk of periods briefly. Language. Dean’s kinda a dick here. (Ducks from flying shoes). 

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

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One year later

“Dude, you drop that fucking car off of that lift I swear I’m going to—”

“I got it Dean!” Josh insisted. “Chill dude. I’ve done this for over a year now, I think I can get her up there and back down safely.”

Y/N chuckled to herself as she watched the pair. Josh was completely amused by his boss’s overreaction every time the young man decided to operate any sort of heavy equipment, and Dean stood by mumbling under his breath as he watched him. 

Dean never would stop being a mother hen to these young guys he had working for him. It was just his nature to take these young guys on and teach them what he knows. He taught Sam everything he could about hunting, and what he’d listen to about cars. That last one didn’t come so easy. Now that Sam was gone, he’d taken to hiring boys fresh out of high school, and allowing them to work for him in the shop while they sorted out their college decisions. Several of them loved Dean like an older brother. I mean, he was hard as fuck not to love, even if he was a little grumpy in his old age; some  stayed even after they got their engineering degrees. Josh was one of those boys. By far Dean’s favorite too, that’s why he rode him the way he did. It was Dean’s strange way of teaching him. 

“You gonna stand there and gripe at me all day, or you gonna go home with your lady and let me finish this oil change so we can close up shop for the day? Y/N’s been waiting for you for the past fifteen minutes. I got this, go home!” Josh pressed, and Dean tossed his hands in the air in surrender. 

“Fine, fine, I’m going,” Dean voiced as he turned his back on Josh and started making his way towards the office where Y/N was standing at the doors waiting for him; her arms crossed, leaning against the door frame. 

“Done harassing the help?” Y/N teased as soon as he was in ear shot, and before Dean could even answer, Josh shot a loud, “No! He’s not!” from the garage, which caused Dean to turn on his heels and side eye the back of Josh’s head. 

“Little fuckers gonna be fucking cleaning this shop floor with a fucking tooth brush tomorrow,” Dean mumbled. 

Y/N tossed her head back in a full body laugh as Josh, who apparently has the fucking hearing of a bat, turned and stuck his tongue out at Dean in a very childish manner, and Dean growled in response. 

“Okay boss man, let the guy work,” Y/N suggested as she grabbed Dean’s arm, and diverted his attention to her instead of murdering his favorite employee. “You’ve been up here for over nine hours today, time to let go and get some rest. You’re gonna overdo it, and we have a long drive to Austin tomorrow.”

“That’s the thing,” Dean voiced with a sigh as he grabbed his jacket from the back of the office chair. “I shouldn’t even be leaving to go to Austin. I have responsibilities here and—”

“And every damn one of them will be right here when you get home,” Y/N cut him off, and Dean looked at her much like a sulking child. “Now, come on, your nephew is almost six months old, and you haven’t met him yet. You’re taking this trip Winchester, cut the fucking cord and let the guys you hired do the job while you’re gone.”

“I know, I know,” Dean relented as he looked around the shop office one last time, his eyes lingering on where Josh now had the Toyota on the lift, and was working on draining the old oil. “This is just the first time we’ve left everything and gone anywhere, and I seriously didn’t think I’d get separation anxiety over a fucking job and a house, but here I am.” 

There was a chuckle in Dean’s voice, but Y/N could tell he was anything but amused. They’d been together long enough, she knew his teles, and he was stressed as fuck. This is why Dean Jr. was going on six months old, and they had yet to make the trip to Austin to meet the kid. 

Y/N took a deep breath and crossed the floor to where Dean was still standing, staring off in Josh’s direction, but not really seeing him. She hated when he did this. The therapist said it might always be something that Dean had to deal with, but it didn’t break her heart any less. The fear, the anxiety, the nightmares, the horrible flashbacks. They had gotten considerably less, but when he was stressed out, they always seemed to rear their unwelcomed, ugly heads. 

“Hey, that’s because you’ve never really had anything to lose until now. Look at all you’ve gained Dean! You’ve got a lot to be proud of.”

Dean swallowed thickly, and she just knew he was standing there counting his breaths to calm himself down. She needed to get him out of here, get him relaxed. 

“Come on, let’s go home for the night. I’ve already got Baby all packed up and ready to go. All you have to do is get some sleep, and put some open road under her wheels in the morning. For tonight though, let’s just try to get some sleep. Okay?”

Dean nodded, allowing her to lead him through the shop and out the door to where her car was waiting. She’d dropped Dean off at the shop this morning, so that he could work while she did the stressful packing part. 

They were only going to be gone for a week, and a good portion of that trip was going to be driving. Dean and Sam were somewhat getting along. Their relationship was still undoubtedly a little tense. Maybe it always would be. Still, they were at least talking and not arguing, and that was a step. That didn’t mean that Dean wanted to be trapped for days in Austin with Sam and Eileen in a two-bedroom, one bathroom house though, so they were only going to stay for about two days with them before they headed back. 

“Have you talked to Sam?” Y/N questioned as they both clambered into her ride. Dean’s eyes still had that look about them. So, she was doing all she could to at least get him talking. Get him focused on the conversation and not whatever lies or horror show his head was telling him. 

“He’s called four times today,” Dean revealed. “I think they’re a little excited that we’re coming, and I think he’s kinda scared that I’m going to change my mind.”

“You need this trip Dean. You need to get away for a while, see your family,” Y/N insisted as she pulled onto the main road headed towards home, the street lights now on overhead, lighting the way in the twilight of the evening. There were kids playing out in their yards. Dads and moms sitting on porches and dogs running about. It was a suburbia paradise, almost picture perfect, and she’d love to know what Dean thought of it all really as she watched his pale green orbs dancing over the scenes playing out in front of him.  

“Sammy and I were forced to spend the majority of the better part of our lives together,” Dean said after a moment. “You’d think he’d be sick of me by now.”

Y/N snorted as she turned onto their road. She never would get over how Dean could just be flat out honest sometimes. No remorse, nor filter. 

“I’m sure by the time two days are up he will be ready to get rid of us,” Y/N chuckled to herself. 

“Did you pick up my meds from the pharmacy? We won't have time to stop and get them before we leave tomorrow,” Dean said suddenly, worry strung thick in his voice. He didn’t have to take the pain medication often, especially since he was a lot more active now, and had built a pretty good bit of his strength back up since the accident, but that didn’t stop him from worrying about sitting in a car for so long, and what that might do to him. 

“I did Dean, it’s all in your duffle bag right where you can find it,” Y/N assured him as she placed the car in park in front of their house. She turned to look over at Dean, and she could tell he was over tense just by the way he seemed to gnaw at his teeth. 

“Dean, I can literally see you stressing,” Y/N told him, and he chuckled to himself as he finally looked at her. 

“What can I say? I worry a lot in my old age,” Dean teased, but she could tell that his smile still wasn’t reaching his eyes. It wasn’t a good day for him, and she was kicking herself for not going and picking him up from work a lot sooner. 

This is the part people don't talk about often when it comes to traumatic injuries. Sure, you might survive, and even regain some sense of a normal life back. They don’t talk to you about the shit that your mind won't let you heal from. The mental scars that won't go away.

“You’re not old Dean,” Y/N insisted. “You’ve successfully aged well past what you were intended to. You’ve accomplished the age you’re at now, and that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Dean’s hand raised  continuously  brushing at the light beard on his face, especially over the gray hair that was scattered there. Dean didn’t like them so much, Y/N on the other hand could help but think that the older the man got the hotter he got, so therefore she didn’t mind them at all. 

“Too old to get you pregnant apparently,” Dean affirmed with a tired, half smile. 

Her heart sank like a rock in her gut. So much so that it stunned her;  she instantly wanted to cry. Once again, as she’d done so often with Dean from time to time, she’d totally and completely misread the situation. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to leave the house and the shop, at least not all of it. Some of it was that he didn’t want to meet his nephew because even though the pair of them had been sexually active for a smidge over a year, Y/N still hadn’t gotten pregnant. 

“Is that what this is about?” Y/N stuttered dumbly, still somewhat in shock. Dean just grimaced, and opened the car door. 

“It’s nothing Baby, forget I said anything. I need to go take a shower; I’m beat—”

“Dean!” Y/N said a little louder, catching his attention;  he froze in his tracks, bending down to look back at her after looking over the roof of the car at the neighbor's house. 

“Not here sweetheart, please, let’s talk about this inside.”

There was a seriousness in his voice that left zero room for argument, so she numbly climbed out of the car, once again, feeling as if she absolutely failed the man she loved, and she hated that. 

Dean unlocked the front door to their home, and stepped aside to let her in first before quickly following suit and closing the door behind them. 

“Listen, Y/N,” Dean voiced quickly before Y/N could even get a word out. “I don’t want to argue, please. I just can’t, not about this, okay? I didn’t mean anything by it. I spoke out of turn, it was stupid, and I’m sorry. It’s not even something we’ve talked about… well at all, and I really, really, don’t want you to be upset with me.”

“Dean, I’m not upset with you,” Y/N corrected him quickly, grabbing his hand before he could either run away upstairs, or before he could get uncomfortable and totally deflect the situation. “Hey, look at me. It’s not your fault that I’m not pregnant, or haven’t gotten pregnant Dean. It has nothing to do with your age whatsoever. It doesn’t even have anything to do with your accident.”

“I know we weren’t actively trying Y/N, but I’m not an idiot. We haven’t exactly been preventing it either, and by now it looks like—”

“Dean! Would you stop it! I’m on birth control, you dork!”

Dean’s eyes bulged almost comically out of his head, and his jaw shut tight with his teeth giving an audible click that seemed loud in the suddenly quiet room. 

“You’re right, we weren’t really trying, but I’ve been on birth control to regulate my cycles since I was a teenager. When I was a hunter, it was a hell of a lot more convenient to KNOW when you were about to menstruate when you were hunting monsters that can literally smell blood. I’ve been on it so long, that I just continued taking it. We never really talked about having kids, at least we hadn’t  seriously talked about it, and had I known that you wanted kids… Dean, I would have stopped taking it a year ago.”

Dean said nothing, just blinked at her before stumbling off towards the kitchen table where he  sat down heavily; the sound of the kitchen chair scraping across the floor echoed off of the walls and made her flinch. Her gut dropped even further;  her feet felt as if she weighed a thousand pounds as she slowly made her way towards him, as though he was going to explode or something. 

She didn’t know what he was at that moment. Mad? Hurt? Sad? Relieved? Shocked was an obvious one. She felt terrible! She never really thought about it, but now that she knew HE wanted kids, hell, she’d LOVE to have a little Dean Jr  running around. It wasn’t something she was opposed to at all; just something she didn’t think Dean ever wanted. 

As if she were dealing with an angry Viper, Y/N sat down across the table from Dean slowly, who was staring blankly at the wall, an unreadable expression on his face. 

“Dean?” Y/N tried, her own voice trembling in the silent room. “Please say something…”

“You didn’t—you didn’t tell me you were taking birth control,” he said after a long pause, and Y/N felt as if there was something holding onto her throat and squeezing the life out of her. “Why? Why didn’t you say something?”

Y/N looked down at the table, picking silently at a rogue piece of salt that sat on the dark wood from where they’d eaten lunch earlier that day. If she felt horrible before, she felt even worse now.

“When we first got together, you had been hurt really, really bad. My sole focus became getting you healthy and where you needed to be. We didn’t even know at the time if a physical relationship was even possible and—”

“And we’ve been having sex for a year Y/N, a fucking year! You never thought that… ‘you know he’s not pulling out or bothering to put a goddamn condom on, maybe I should tell him I’m taking birth control!’

Y/N visibly flinched, she couldn’t look up at him, but she could feel his gaze burning holes into the side of her face. He kinda had a point, but she never thought of it, she really didn’t. She was far too focused on other things. Like making sure he was comfortable;  not in pain and trying to cover it up the way he liked to do. 

The loud, obnoxious sound of the chair moving across the floor made her flinch again;  she jumped as he knelt down next to her, moving her  chair to face him as if she weighed nothing at all, still, she couldn’t look at him, and she didn’t really understand why she wouldn’t defend herself on the matter. Why couldn’t she respond  when ultimately; it was her body, and her choice as to whether or not she wanted to carry and have a child. So why was she so upset over the fact that he was upset that she didn’t tell him she’d kept taking birth control? It was a silly thing really. It wasn’t like she was hiding it from him or didn’t tell him on purpose, she just seriously didn’t think about telling him. 

“Hey,” he said after a moment, his voice much, much softer than it had been a moment ago, which gave her enough boldness to glance up at him, even though she felt like her heart was in a vice and at any moment her chest was going to cave in on itself. 

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I shouldn’t have lost it like that. I should have talked to you instead of just assuming. I didn’t  have any right to yell at you. You know I suck at communicating. I just assumed that you weren’t on anything, and that I was the problem, which made me not talk about it because it’s embarrassing, and—”

Dean took a deep breath and ran his hand down his face again, struggling with his own emotions as she watched him in silence. For some reason, she couldn’t make the choke hold on her throat let go enough for her to speak, or even to confront him about it. Why did that hurt the way it did? She might never understand that one. 

“If you don’t want to stop taking the pills I understand. I wouldn’t want to have kids with me either. I should have asked you instead of just assuming and taking matters into my own hands. That was stupid. You won’t hear another word about it from me. I’m sorry I yelled at you. I’m gonna leave you alone now, and go take a shower, because I don’t know what to say to make the way I act better. I’ll be in our room unless you want me to sleep in the office.”

Dean gave pause for a moment, his green orbs searching her face, but only sighed as he stood to his feet with some effort, leaning down to kiss her on the top of her forehead, allowing his lips to linger there as he did so before he made his way out of the kitchen, and up the stairs. 

That’s when she allowed the tears she’d been holding onto in front of him to fall. 

He’d never done anything in the over a year they’d been together to hurt her. He’d never raised his voice at her. They’d never really even got in a fight. Hell, he just relented and apologized as soon as it happened, that was a big step for Dean, so why on earth did it feel like he just slapped her in the face, shattered her heart, and then tossed it on a burn pile?

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[bengiyo]

Bed Friend Ep 4 Stray Thoughts

Last week, King accidentally triggered Uea when he tried to kiss the back of his neck, and we, the viewers, were made privy to the knowledge that Uea was sexually abused by his stepdad. King apologized, even though he didn't exactly know what was going on, and assured Uea that he would never do anything to make him uncomfortable again. King is getting jealous of his coworkers flirting with Uea. Pock showed back up, and Jade was the only correct person to get security, followed by King insisting Uea report the incident to the police. We left with Pock assaulting Uea in the parking garage.

Trigger Warnings: sexual assault (0:40 to 0:56, 14:20 to 15:20), rape mention (2:58 to 3:08, 15:50 to 16:40), child abuse (15:56 to 17:40, 25:51 to 26:02), post assault bruising treatment (6:40 to 7:25), sexual abuse flashback (14:14 to 15:20)

Alright. I need to pause immediately. James's voice was far too convincing when he played Uea's panic. (0:48 to 0:56).

So relieved King was still around. We should note that in the heated moment he declared himself Uea's boyfriend. Yes, he said it for Pock's benefit, but we know it's what he wants them to be.

I like how King, when he really wants to take care of Uea, frames the request as a favor Uea is granting him.

Props to this show for focusing on the physical aftermath of punching something. You will hurt your hand.

Man, these two do lust really well. It feels comfortable?

They're even showing the bruises Pick gave Uea. Love that King waited until Uea was asleep to apply something to them. Also, Uea's secret smiles are going to destroy me.

Absolutely vile to use Tonkao to force Uea to come back to the house. Did they make James take off his shirt to soften the blow for us?

Oh, gay boys and their sisters.

This is so gross to watch. This man is still trying to abuse Uea.

Though it is super uncomfortable, I'm relieved that if they're going to explore the specifics of what Uea experienced, the more physical work was given to James and not a child actor. Still, James's voice during these scenes is chilling. I keep holding my breath.

Did she really beat this boy with a wire hanger and then lock him in the fucking bathroom again?? That's your response to your son saying he's being raped in his own bedroom?

Man, I wish he'd just gotten Shabu with Jade.

I can't help but wonder what horrors the sister has suffered, too.

Bangkok streets look so dangerous.

Am very relieved that we are consistently showing boys who give head now.

I love King. He may be horny, but he knows something's wrong.

This boy had to celebrate his birthdays alone as a child goddamn.

Oh, Uea finally gave King a smile.

Alright, I know he's been through a lot but biting the cake that way is unhinged.

King's bed is huge, and yet he basically sleeps in the middle because he's trying to be as close to Uea as possible.

Oh, Uea. I get you wanting your life to be private, but I'm so glad someone seems to listen to you.

OUTING. Drone shots!

I feel like King conspired with Gun on this fall so he could stay with Uea.

Love Uea enjoying King letting him take charge all the time.

Uea drunk flirting with some white boy is sending me.

This final shot with the sunset is gorgeous.

Oh, hm, I don't know about the danger hovering around this new character next week.

So, this was a difficult episode, but I'm impressed with James's portrayal of the things Uea has suffered. I'm hoping we get some translated interviews with him and the cast about the preparation and filming for those scenes. I sincerely hope this show doesn't take us down some sort of parent forgiveness arc because I really don't want to dig for that with Uea's mom or stepdad.

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[ysa-s]

My Person

Part 3 < Part 2

Rain lashed against the windowpane, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the tears blurring my vision. Clutching my uncle's keys and a backpack filled with essentials, I climbed onto the chair, my heart heavy with the weight of my decision. He left the window unlocked, a silent invitation I hated to exploit. Tiptoeing inside, I found him asleep, his peaceful expression at odds with the storm raging within me. Tears streamed down my face as I leaned down, gently stroking his cheek, the warmth of his skin a final goodbye. "I love you," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion, before turning and disappearing into the night.

The silence screamed louder than any alarm clock. 4:57 a.m. flickered on my phone, relief washing over me like lukewarm coffee. Three minutes of snooze wouldn't hurt, but the thought of oversleeping sent me scrambling out of bed like a cat startled by a cucumber.

Fueling up on breakfast and routine checks, I headed down to my "Baby" – the sleek black bike purring patiently in the garage. My routine of going to my client’s before sunrise had me ride my bike on autopilot. It wasn't the boring perimeter patrol of the night shift, but the freedom of being her invisible guardian angel, lurking in the shadows.

"Yo, Elara!" Jun's cheery voice was like a sugar rush before dawn. "Baby Day!" he declared, practically cuddling my bike. "Chill, perv," I tossed him my helmet, my usual morning banter. He winked, "One scratch, one paycheck gone, remember?" I rolled my eyes, joining the pre-mission huddle.

The briefing words triggered a different kind of replay. Not what happened, but what didn't. The deserted venue, the silence instead of roaring and cheering crowds. I was ready, prepared to confess, to face him, but the universe had other plans. Seeing him again, saying those words, felt like a ticking bomb inside me.

"Dismissed!" Our superior clapped, and we scattered like ants on a sugar trail. Today's agenda? A casual business meeting, "friends" apparently, so just me and my partner, the car waiting like a reliable Uber. Kwon Yoon-seo emerged, all power suit and clicky heels. I opened the door, her curt nod the only greeting. Inside, the air crackled with her professional energy. The engine hummed as we pulled away.

But in my gut, a low alarm blared. A prickling unease spread like spilled ink. I stole a glance at my partner, his furrowed brow mirroring my own.

Rapid breaths and two sets of pounding footsteps echoed across the deserted parking lot. I shoved my client toward the exit, clutching my gun in my left hand. My right throbbed, a dull ache radiating from the bullet wound.

The attackers' taunts reached my ears just as I shoved our client behind cover. Adrenaline surged through me as I spun, aiming and firing until the click of an empty chamber broke the spell. Gritting my teeth against the agonizing pain, I swapped magazines with one-handed efficiency, scrambling to my feet just as fresh gunfire erupted.

Amidst the chaos, I scanned for my partner, Sun. No sign. Panic gnawed at me, fueling my every shot. Finally, a lull. Our escape window. Yanking the client forward, I barked into my comms, voice strained, "Under attack! Sun's down, no response. Exiting the lot with client, she's fine but I'm bleeding heavily. Estimated blood loss... unknown, can't hold out much longer."

A groan escaped my lips as the agony in my arm intensified. Kwon Yoon-seo, ever calm under pressure, ripped off her scarf and began wrapping it around my wound. Her composure steadied me, a stark contrast to the terror I imagined gripping a panicked client.

Another shot split the air, forcing us to duck for cover. As the dust settled, I rose, gun raised, and met the attacker's fire. "Go! I'll cover you!" I yelled, spotting a familiar SUV pulling up. My gaze flickered between the retreating client and the attackers, relief washing over me as she reached the vehicle.

With a curt nod to my approaching colleague, I signaled them to leave without me. I knew another extraction awaited, my own. But before I could turn, a bullet materialized mid-air, slamming near my face. The world tilted, my vision blurring, consciousness slipping away as two vehicles, SUV and Mustang, screeched to a halt beside me.

Part 4 >

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[allmoshnobrain]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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"I really like you, Nore," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as he locked eyes with me. I found myself staring back, my lips parting, my heart pounding like crazy. "I don't give a damn about what Cliff says. I don't care what James thinks. All I care about is you."

✦ summary: tensions arise between james and dave while dave and nore realize how their feelings for each other are becoming even deeper

✦ on this chapter: oc is cliff's cousin, nsfw, +18, slice of life, dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female!oc (friendship), james being a good friend, drinking, fluff, cliff being cliff (overprotective older cousin), romance, light physical violence, alcoholism/drinking issues

✦ a/n: hello! today and tomorrow i will post two chapters each day so i can post the unreleased chapter (part 9) wednesday here on tumblr at the same time as i will be posting on ao3. it's a really special chapter so stay tuned for it hehe <3 feedback is welcome for the whole fic, i love talking about it c:

✧ look at you strawberry blonde, i love it when you call my name ✧

"Hey, James, what brings you here?" I asked, surprised.

It was late afternoon on Monday, and I had just finished my first day of work when I spotted the tall, blond guy waiting for me outside the store. I was a bit tired, but despite that, the day had been quite interesting.

"Hey," he greeted, seeming a bit awkward. "Well, Cliff couldn't make it to pick you up. He's busy getting things ready for rehearsal. He mentioned that you tend to get lost easily, so I volunteered to come instead."

I let out a sigh. Cliff had insisted on walking me to work in the morning, convinced that I'd get lost. But I didn't expect him to go as far as sending someone to pick me up later. I tried not to let it bother me too much. Sure, Cliff cared about me, but it was nice to prove that I could handle things on my own sometimes.

"You didn't have to go through the trouble, James. But thanks," I said as we began walking home. Pausing for a moment, I furrowed my brow and added, "And I don't get lost easily! What's he even talking about?"

James shrugged with a smile. I rolled my eyes, and we continued strolling. We chatted along the way until he suddenly stopped at an intersection, looking confused.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Hm... I can't remember if we turn left or right now," he said. I gave him a skeptical look and quickly sized up the two possible directions before speaking up.

"I think it's to the right," I said, trying to sound confident, and turned to face him just as he burst into laughter, confused.

"'And I don't get lost easily!'" He mimicked my words with an exaggerated tone. I crossed my arms, feeling a mix of annoyance and amusement, as he pointed out, "It’s to the left, Nore."

"Were you testing me?" I asked, barely able to control my laughter. "James, seriously!"

We were still laughing about it as we reached home, making our way to the garage where they had set up a makeshift rehearsal area. In there, we stumbled upon Cliff, Lars, and Dave.

"Hey, Nore," Cliff chimed in. "So, did you manage to find your way back?"

"She made it, thanks to yours truly," James chuckled. "Left to her own devices, she'd still be wandering in the wrong direction."

"You're late," Dave grumbled, looking annoyed. James stared at him, baffled, as he picked up his guitar.

"Chill, dude," he retorted. "I'll just tune the guitar, and we can get started."

"Already tuned it for you. Wouldn't have had to if you hadn't decided to play babysitter," Dave snapped back sharply. I blinked, caught off guard by his sudden bad mood. James furrowed his brow.

"She just didn’t know the way back, man. Relax," he shot back icily. "If it bothers you that much, why didn't you go pick her up yourself?"

"Unlike you, I was actually working."

"Hey, hey," Lars cut in. "Are you guys gonna start fighting during rehearsals now?"

"Let's just get this going," Cliff said, already plucking a few notes on his bass.

James stared daggers at Dave for a solid moment before letting out a scoff.

"Yeah, let's play," he muttered, reaching for his guitar. Then he mumbled under his breath,  "Fucking asshole."

"What did you say?" Dave growled, shoving him. James stumbled, falling over Lars' drums with a crash. I gasped, taken aback by his sudden outburst.

"Hey! My drums!" Lars yelled, getting up, clearly pissed off.

"For fuck's sake, Mustaine," Cliff sighed, his patience wearing thin.

James stood up, seething.

"I may be an asshole, but at least I don't go around hitting on other guys' girls," Dave growled, his tone dripping with menace. I blushed, nervously leaning against the wall. James glanced at him and let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Well, she's not your girl, is she?" he retorted, then turned to me. "You do realize she's right here, right? What do you think she's making of this little show of yours?"

Dave turned to look at me, his expression a mix of anger and shame. My heart sank. I didn't want to upset him, didn't want to see him hurt.

"Dave..." I started, "He was just helping me out. I simply didn't know the way! It's all right..."

"Come on, Nore, you don't need to explain yourself to him," Cliff chimed in, nonchalantly. "Let's go, both of you, quit stalling. Let's just start playing already, damn it."

"Yeah, I don't think I feel like doing this anymore," Dave growled angrily before storming out of the garage.

"Damn it!" Lars yelled, then chucked his drumsticks against the wall in frustration. "You!" he pointed at me. I raised my eyebrows, frightened. "Could you please not ruin our rehearsals? How are we supposed to record our songs with this kind of mess?"

"I... I didn't..." I started, but Cliff looked at Lars, his brow furrowed.

"Hey! She has nothing to do with this. Pipe down."

"Yeah, whatever," Lars muttered as he got up and stormed out in frustration. I looked at Cliff, shocked.

"Cliff, I didn't mean to..."

"Relax," James reassured me. I glanced at him and saw his intense gaze fixed on the entrance of the garage, clearly annoyed. "Mustaine's always pulling that kind of stunt. He'll show up again eventually."

"Why'd you have to go and say that to him?" I asked, my tone more heated than I intended. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes shifting towards me, surprised by my sudden anger. "You didn't have to rile him up like that..."

"Look, I don't care if you're cool with letting the guy be all possessive or whatever. If that’s what you’re into, it's your call. I'm not that dude," he gestured towards Cliff, who gave him a disapproving look. "But he's not going to tell me what to do. I'm not gonna stop hanging out with a friend just 'cause he's too damn insecure to handle his girlfriend interacting with other guys."

I blushed. A friend? His girlfriend? Just a few weeks ago, I barely knew James, or Dave, or Lars. And now one of them had kissed me, and the other was standing in the messy garage with the most serious expression on his face calling me his friend. And he meant it, I realized. He genuinely thought of me as a friend, and also... He genuinely believed that Dave had feelings for me.

"I'm not his girlfriend," was all I managed to blurt out as my face turned all shades of red. James burst into laughter, and Cliff couldn't help but chuckle, barely holding it in. I furrowed my brow. Were they laughing at me? "Hey! I'm serious!"

"Man, he called you 'my girl,'" James remarked. "And let's not forget all the times we've caught you two smooching around the damn house."

I blushed even harder because he had a point. Dave and I had been kissing left and right in the past few days. In the kitchen right after waking up. In the living room when we had a moment alone before going to bed. In the backyard while sharing a beer and a cigarette. In Dave's room and even, once — God, I hoped Cliff didn't know about this one — even in Cliff's bed, with the lights off, on a night when he was at Leanne's place and everyone else was already asleep.

I had always assumed we were alone when these things happened, that nobody was seeing — but apparently, I was wrong. I opened my mouth to snap back, fueled by anger, but Cliff cut me off before a word escaped my lips.

"Don't give us that surprised look, it's not like you two have been trying to hide it. Everyone's seen it, it’s been a real pain in the ass," Cliff remarked. James burst into laughter at that, and I furrowed my brow. "Well, if you'll excuse me, cousin. Ain't got time for your love life right now." He glanced at James. "Ready to jam or what?"

James shrugged.

"Sure. Should I call Lars?"

"Nah, leave him be. He'll show up."

"Alright," he grabbed his guitar, plugged it into the amp, then turned to me. "You gonna stick around and watch?"

I shook my head. I was so annoyed at them �� at Lars for being a jerk, at Cliff for not giving a damn, at James for needling Dave like he did. It was all too much for me.

"I'm out," I said curtly. "I'm gonna find Dave."

"Well, good luck with that," Cliff said. "Try Stanton's, he loves drinking there when he's pissed."

I didn't bother saying anything else as I walked out of the garage.

I actually went to Stanton's, after all. Dave was easy to find, a messy mop of ginger hair slouched in a corner, enjoying a beer all by himself. Two girls were eyeing him from the other side of the bar, whispering and giggling all seductive-like, but he either didn't notice or pretended not to.

"Hey," I plopped myself down across the table, and he looked at me, clearly surprised. "Cliff mentioned you'd be here," I explained, and he let out a sigh.

"You shouldn't have come," he slurred, and I realized he was already a little tipsy. "You've got work tomorrow."

I chuckled, and he stared at me, eyebrows raised.

"Well, so do you," I pointed out. "Aren't you working at that mechanic shop or something?"

"Yeah, fuck it," he sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Nore, why'd you come here?"

I paused, taking a moment to gather my thoughts. Honestly, I wasn't entirely sure why I had come. All I knew was that I didn't want him to be alone, drowning his sorrows angry and sad in that bar. I could only remember what he had said about his anger and his issues with drinking, and realize that, more and more, I cared about him. Enough to go after him in a bar in a town I barely knew, without even a clue if he’d be there or not.

"I didn't want to leave you by yourself," I said simply. He looked at me, surprised, and I felt a slight blush creeping up my cheeks. "I don't think you're a jerk, Dave."

"Well, thanks, I guess", he replied with a smile that I couldn't help but return. He reached out and held my hand, his fingers gently intertwining with mine. My heart skipped a beat as I savored the warmth of his touch. "You're too kind, Nore. How did you end up here, living with us? We're all a bunch of trainwrecks.'

"I've told you before. I'm not that good either," I replied in a soft tone.

“I don't believe you,” he said, then stood up, still gripping my hand. “Come on, let's go.”

I got up, feeling a mix of confusion and excitement, and followed him outside. He started walking fast, then picked up the pace until we were practically running. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Dave, where are we h—" I gasped when he suddenly stopped, his arm wrapping around my waist firmly to halt my momentum as he pinned me against the wall. Our lips collided in a passionate kiss, leaving me breathless. His body pressed against mine as I let out a sigh, my heart racing.

I could definitely get used to the taste of beer on his lips and tongue, the scent of his skin and hair. I wasn't so sure if I could ever get used to the butterflies in my stomach that fluttered wildly whenever his lips moved against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth with ease. It was an entirely new experience for me, the way he could dominate me with just a touch. His hand cupped my cheek and I let out a small moan while the other held onto my hair firmly, pulling me closer to him.

"I really like you, Nore," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as he locked eyes with me. I found myself staring back, my lips parting, my heart pounding like crazy. "I don't give a damn about what Cliff says. I don't care what James thinks. All I care about is you."

"Dave, I..."

"If you don't like me, you gotta let me know right now," he smiled, his tone surprisingly sweet, "Before it's too damn late. 'Cause if we keep going like this, I might just end up falling in love with you."

I blinked, lost for words. The butterflies in my stomach wouldn't let me lie for too long.

"I like you a lot too, Dave," I finally said, my hands gently gliding over his arms. He beamed that beautiful smile I adored, then kissed me on my lips, and then on my neck, and I let out a blissful sigh, closing my eyes as he pulled me closer.

Maybe it's already too late for me , I thought. Because I don't know if I can stop myself from falling in love with him right now.

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[sofiiel]

Dial Tone Ch.1 | Through The Cutting Room

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It was a brilliant day in early February, bright sunlight and no breeze to chill your bones. The birds sang happily as they played in the trees, they sang happily over the argument below.

"Again? You're serious?" Eddie asked you, his arms folded across his chest as his eyes narrowed. "Y/n this is the fifth night you've missed." Eddie scowled the look in his eyes sparked an unsettling amount of guilt in your chest, "I had to put Fjora under a spell of endless sleep last week to explain where you've been. That Party is struggling without their hunter." He raged dryly. He'd been let down again, it's not a look you're used to receiving.

Eddie's eyes filled slowly with growing anticipated disappointment.

"I'm sorry, But I have three make up papers to write, and I'm pulling an extra shift down at Thatchers," you sigh pinching the bridge of your nose, unable to look him in the eyes. "Which, by the way, Harvey says if you miss another day he'll fire you." You warned.

"So? Do your papers after the game, I can help." Eddie offered.

"Help? You ditched Mr. Walsh's class to sell that shit, Eddie. Do you even remember what's been going on in class?" You asked him. Eddie side glanced, "Y-yeah," He stammered.

You raised your brow.

"Alright," Eddie sighed, "no, but you smoke that same shit, and that shit pays for Hellfire's expenses." Eddie shot.

"Because it's so expensive, when half the props are made by you? With my old art supplies?" You asked.

"And by the way, I haven't smoked in two months. you haven't even noticed" You added, It's the way things have been lately, you didn't expect him to notice but there was a hope inside.

"I've been busy, between Hellfire, sales and gigs." he murmured.

"Anyway, what's gotten into you? You used to love it, Hellfire. You're changing." Eddie said, his eyes became pained, "and I can't tell why. It's not because of friends, you don't have any after well.... Holland, and it's not someone else..." Eddie murmured to himself.

Dark eyes flickered up to look at you, "is it?" he asked, gently biting his lip.

"Oh, tell me you're not serious." you say flatly.

"So serious, actually" Eddie uttered under his breath. "Then what is it, Y/n? What is it? Illuminate things for me." He said, matching your tone.

"I grew up Eddie!" the words bubbled forward in a frustrated shout.

Eddie's eyes grew large, it wasn't often you shouted, not at him. Your anger was usually in the form of silence, muted easy rumbles of rage.

"I grew up." you repeated calming yourself, "I tried, but I can't do it anymore. I hate this place, and the way we're going, we'll never get out. I'm 19 going on twenty, Eddie, and I'm still stuck in senior year. We're still stuck in senior year. We're not kids anymore." You explain.

"Hanging out in Jeff's Garage, giggling at the game table, bullshitting down at skull rock and out here, it can't be the rest of our lives, Eddie. Corroded will never grow that way, Your life can't move forward that way and neither can mine. You have to grow up, you're twenty, Eddie. You're not a kid anymore, we're not teens anymore."

Eddie looks down at his feet, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket as he kicks the dirt.

You wait for an answer, but he stands quietly, glaring at the dust.

"You couldn't have honestly thought these days would last forever? Yeah, they're great, but it's time to jump forward and find a new season of ourselves." You sigh.

"Maybe I did." Eddie whispered.

"Maybe I'm not ready for a new season," He admitted.

"I'm graduating this year Eddie, I'm moving forward, and I'm not stopping for anyone. You've got to fight whatever fear is keeping you in limbo. I can't fight it for you." You push.

Eddie rolled his eyes, "So I'm supposed to drop everything I love just to what? Excel in a way that is standard?" He asked.

"To excel at all Eddie, I want a life," You say.

"I want it with you" is the echo in your mind.

"I want you to have a life. You can't help Corroded or yourself this way." You try to reason.

"Do you? Because I hear a whole lot of I's in what you say. You don't care what it is I want, or you wouldn't be missing game nights, you know what they mean to me, and lately you're never there. I almost feel like calling you dad." Eddie barked.

"That's not fair." You whisper.

"I've always been for you. It's on my skin." Eddie looked away when you rolled up your sleeve to show a wide scar on your forearm. Road rash, "6th grade, when Jimmy Gatsby beat your ass in the parking lot of Benny's and I kicked his shins and got my ass beat too." You said.

Bending over, you rolled up your pants leg, exposing an old burn wound. "9th grade, you almost burned down the prop closet in Drama, and I helped you stomp it out before it reached the costumes or set off the fire alarm."

Pulling at your collar to expose your shoulder, another scar the shape of teeth, human teeth. "7th grade, when they found your mother face down in the quarry." Your voice started to break, and Eddie's eyes welled with water. "And you nearly took a bite out of me to stop from screaming."

Eddie's eyes shut right, "I've got a record for covering for you when you got busted, I turned down a trip to France on exchange in French class, because 'I'd miss you' you said. Don't get me wrong, I don't regret it, because you're important to me, but I can't keep being a safety net Eddie I'm all full of holes, and I am tired of falling behind. Being stagnant." the words are tumbling out, and they wouldn't stop.

Eddie could hear the desperate need for change in your words.

In the distance you can hear the bell ring back at school, lunch is over.

It became quiet, "I'm trying." Eddie said quietly.

"Yeah, barely. You skipped four days three weeks ago, left your essay at the hideout, and haven't studied in months." Eddie thought to himself.

"I want better for you, Eddie, this place doesn't deserve you. This school is hell, and it's the last year. If you don't make it now, you will be stuck in Hawkins until the band makes it. And you guys are good, better than good. But that takes time." You speak in a quiet tone.

The birds are still chattering above your head.

"I don't want to watch you become what she was, dreaming of a one day and watching it fade. Sure, it's for different reasons. But look how it ends."

Eddie bit his lip, you didn't have to say who 'she' was, he could still see his mother sad smile the last day he saw her. Feel the kiss she laid on his forehead before sending him off to school.

He remembered the last note she left in his lunch box. "I am with you, even when you can't see me." it read.

Eddie looked up at you. "That's not what's going to happen to me." he said firmly. You gaze at it and slowly exhale, unsure if you reached him at all.

"We....need to head back to class, and after school... I think we need to continue this." Your words come out carefully, but you can see Eddie's eyes spark and he grimaces. "I know what that means, and don't bother, I won't drag you down anymore." Eddie shot, storming past you.

"Eddie, don't be like that, that's not what I said! A talk doesn't always have to be-"

Turning to walk backwards his gaze fell on you like a weight, "Nope, it's me, not you, clearly, right?" He snarked, tossing his hands in the air, "So, I'll save you time. This is your year, babe." he said, voice softened. With a turn of his heel he turned his back to you walking away, "Take it. Grab it by the horns." He called out, waving in the form of raising his metal horns in the air.

You're left to sit baffled at the picnic table as you watch him vanish between the trees. "He didn't just..." You think to yourself. Tears sting at your eyes. You were aware that pushing him too hard usually resulted in an outburst. You were also aware that things might end.

But not that fast.

"Maybe he just needs air. Space." you sigh, gathering your bag and heading back to the school yourself.

The school day passes slowly, without Eddie you're on your own. You wait by locker, where you usually meet between classes. He doesn't show, avoiding you the remainder of the school day.

"Hey, Y/n you headed to Hellfire?" Lucas calls out to you, you give him a faint smile, "I'm afraid not, again. I'm swamped with make up assignments." You tell him.

"Yeah, I should be at practice, the teams getting an extra session in at the park. But Mike and Dustin would never let me live it down, and then there's -"

"Eddie?" You chuckle.

Lucas tilts his head, He hears the slight change in your tone at his name. "Are you ok?" He asked. "I'm fine." You answer quickly, shifting your weight and looking off.

"Let me rephrase, "are you two ok?" He asked.

You had a look in your eyes he'd seen before. It was that pitiful thing in Mike's eyes when El 'dumped his ass', it was the stare every time Steve saw Nancy, it was the way he himself looked at Max as she passed him in the hall.

"Look Lucas, I really need to be going, Tell the party I said good luck, and I'm sorry to bail again." You say, giving him a wave before jogging to the school entrance.

"Wait, Y/n's leaving again?" Dustin asked as he walked up to Lucas. "Son of a bitch! We needed Fjora to help take down Ulam the Infernal and bring his hide to the Mad Mage." Dustin ranted.

"I know, we'll manage. Come on, let's head to Hellfire, let's see how Eddie's doing." said Lucas.

"He's pissed, that's how he's doing. What do you mean, how's he doing?" Dustin said, following after him. "What happened?" he called.

Eddie waited in his throne chair at the table, his face in his hands as he tried to calm the panic in his chest. "You overreacted because you got scared, dumbass." He berated himself.

"Y/n just wants better, that's not asking much. Just because you think you can't pull off better for her/him. Just because you're afraid of being your old man. You shouldn't have said she/he was." thought Eddie.

The bubbling in his stomach which served as a cauldron for all of his building anxiety was enough to make him ill. "All we do lately is fight, she/he rarely looks happy, we don't spend as much time together as we used to," Eddie thought.

"You might have just tossed out four years." He murmured.

"Four years of what?" Asked Gareth as he entered Hellfire. "Eh...nothing, just something I was thinking for next game." Eddie said quickly.

Eddie tries his best to get through the campaign, but his mind's in a whirl. It's clear to everyone that something isn't right. But the boys don't say anything, though their stares say enough.

Back home, you lay across your bed, books and notes scattered about. Handmade flash cards lay on the bed and the floor, you've gnawed your pencil to the point it looks like orange Swiss Cheese with all the dents.

Your rough draft is nothing but a short single paragraph and many erased lines.

It's hard to think, considering.

The music might be loud, but it's doing a poor job at muting your thoughts. You give a hard blink of your eyes to battle the threatening tears.

"It had to be a fluke. Tomorrow, when he'd had time to calm down. Everything will be fine. He'll see he was being stubborn, and I just wanted to help." You tell yourself.

"Maybe I was a little hard on him." the back of your mind whispered. "It's not his fault this place is the way it is. He deals with it all too." it said.

It took a painfully long time, but you manage to finish your papers, You had to call into Thatcher's and tell the guys you wouldn't be there due to school assignments.

Thankfully, Harvey and the gang were usually understanding when it came to school. It was helpful that Harvey's mother was a teacher when she was alive, at Hawkins High at that.

Drained from days of double shifts down at Barry's Big Buy and Thatcher's, and extra credit assignments to claw your way to passing before graduation, your eyelids start to droop.

Your worries about the day's events give way to exhaustion, and before you know it, sleep takes you slowly and then all at once.

Eddie dropped his backpack on the floor of his room, and rushed to his phone. "She/he didn't call." He murmured, the voicemail light was off. He gave a soft huff as he sat down on the edge of his bed.

Eddie twiddled his thumbs, "I should just call her/him." he said to himself. "It's no big deal, we've fought before." He said.

"You never just blurted out it over before..." Eddie reminded himself. "And she/he might be pissed, she might be done." He fretted. Drawing in a sharp breath, Eddie snatched up his phone and pressed the speed dial. One.

Eddie held his breath, "Hey, you've reached me. I'm not here, though, apparently. You might try over The Hill or across The Water. Or just leave a message after the -"

*BEEP*

Eddie sat baffled for a moment, "she/he didn't pick up." his heart running amok in his chest as his lungs clenched. Eddie tried to speak but found his mouth suddenly dry, unable to find his voice, and soon the disconnect tone echoed in his ear.

"Shit." Eddie whispered, redialing. "Please pick up." He uttered quietly, bouncing his leg on the tips of his toes; His hand gripped his knee. "Please." He thought.

"Hey, you've reached me. I'm not here, though, apparently. You might try over The Hill or across The Water. Or just leave a message after the -"

*BEEP*

"Y/n? I think things got a little, carried away today. I might have overreacted a little, I think we both did. I just...um. If you, you know...forget what I said at the end there. I'm okay with that, if you are. I just, can we walk about it? Maybe tomorrow? Give me a call when you get this. I can pick you up, and we can go to our spot." Eddie said.

"Say I love you, so she knows you were just being stupid." whispered a little voice in his head. But he didn't feel like he could, "not after you broke things off like that." He thought.

"Just say it." screamed the little voice.

*BEEP*

"Shit!" Eddie hissed.

"You could call back and leave another message." He thought. "Then again, if she/he isn't answering, and you call too much, you'll only piss her/him off." Eddie sighed.

Looking down at his backpack, his eyes fell on the text book and crumpled homework sticking out of it. "Maybe you can show her/him that you were listening to her/him, at least." Eddie muttered, getting up from his bed, he shuffled to his bag.

"Ouch! Motley!" you cried out as little pointy teeth sank into your hand. You watch a black bushed up blur zoom out of your room. Sitting up, you give your eyes a rub as if you wake them.

"Oh no, how long did I sleep for?" You asked yourself.

A blinking on your dresser catches your eye. "There's a voicemail." You mutter. It takes a moment for it to sink it, "Eddie!" you gasp, in your rush to get up you tumble off the bed.

"Damn it." you curse, crawling across the floor. Reaching up, you grab the phone, pressing it to your ear as he hit the speed dial. One.

But then it dawned on you, "no dial tone...." You murmured.

Your gaze floats up to your vanity, and tucked in the mirror is a disconnect notice. "ffffu-" Pulling the phone away from your ear, you look at it hopelessly. "Damn, the grace period is over. I'll have to go pay the bill in the morning." you grumbled.

"Let's hope it wasn't you, though if I'm honest it probably was." You sigh. Getting to your feet, you stretch and head for the bathroom. A hot shower might be just the thing you need.

Early that morning, you head out on your bike to the phone company. Pedaling furiously up the streets. Everyone always talked about how cool it was that you lived on your own, "they never think about having to carry all your own bills." Your thoughts scoff.

Stopping yourself, and pushing the kickstand down, you leave your bike and walking into the Phone Company. Rubbing your hands together to fight off the early morning chill. "Jesus, it's freezing this morning." You muttered.

"What do you mean late fees?" You ask wide-eyed, pulling out the disconnect, you quickly glanced over it. "She's right. This is not my week." you quietly sulk in your head. You give a little growl of frustration.

"Alright, fine." sighing, you hand over your credit card, a funny sound that you've heard all too often echoes. "It says it's declined." Said costumer service.

"Of course it did." you groan. Taking back your card, you slip it into your pocket and turning to leave. "Back to the house, grab your stash, then to the bank and back here...wonderful."

Meanwhile, Eddie sat at the edge of his bed, dressed and ready. He sipped at a glass of orange juice and checked the alarm clock across the room. "It's already a quarter past ten." Eddie thought.

His bedroom door wide open, Eddie failed to notice his uncle Wayne curiously watching the fidgety boy. "He's been there over an hour." Wayne thought.

"Everything ok?" Wayne asked casually.

Eddie's shoulders tensed as he sat up straight. Looking over his shoulder, he offered his uncle a smile, "Y-yeah, everything's good." Eddie said.

The look on his uncle's face told him, "I don't buy it." and Eddie sighed. Pushing himself off the bed, he stole one last look at his phone and shuffled into the living room.

"Actually..." Eddie lulled.

"I think I messed up, bad." He admitted. He stood before his uncle, quietly raveling the ends of his hair. The wet and wavy curls crunched due to too much hairspray.

Wayne slowly set down his coffee and folded up his newspaper. "What happened?" He asked. As Eddie drew nearer, it was obvious he was drowning in cologne. Your favorite scent at that.

Eddie sucked in his lips, "I... I think I broke things off with Y/n" Eddie stammered. "Say what now?" Wayne asked, leaning forward. "You wasn't dreamin' or?"

Eddie shook his head, "it happened yesterday. She/he was on my case again and I, well I didn't actually flat out say it but. I think it still felt pretty clear." He said.

"Jesus, Eddie." Wayne exhaled.

"I panicked when she/he said we needed to talk. That's never good, ever." Eddie said quickly. "It's not always bad, son." Wayne said.

Eddie released a long groan. "I tried to call, wouldn't answer, so I left a message offering to meet up and talk today but..." Eddie looking over his shoulder to the painfully silent phone in his room.

"That explains it" Wayne thought in a weak chuckle.

"The main phone didn't ring, did it?" He asked Wayne.

Wayne shook his head, "sorry bud." he said.

Eddie eased himself down into the chair across from his uncle. He cupped his hands over his mouth and nose. "What do I do if it's over? If she/he sat through the night and decided they're ok with moving on. One fight too many after months of it?" Eddie asked.

Wayne shrugged, "up to you, you keep tryin', or you move on. Depends on what you think is better." He said.

"Yeah, but better for who?" Eddie asked.

"That's also up to you. It's still early, you might get a call." Wayne tried to encourage the boy he looked for, frantic by the second.

It was taking longer than you'd expected to handle the phone bill. Your hidden stash of cash fell short of the late fee. Which meant a trip to Barry's Big Buy.

"Please, Lauren, I never ask for anything. I just need an advance, just this one time." You pleaded with your manager. "I can't do that Y/n you know it, company policy." Lauren sighed.

"But it's kind of critical, crucial even." You press.

"Why what happened?" Lauren asked.

"uuuuh." You tried to think fast, "my pawpaw, he's very, very sick, and he lives w-way across the states in, um..... Oregon and my phone is disconnected, and I have this huge late fee, and we don't know how much longer he's got, and I'd really like to be able to call before he takes the big sleep." You fumbled a quick ramble.

Lauren squints at you, "I've hardly gotten any sleep just thinking about it, my mind's kind of fried." you tag on quickly.

"ooooh you are gonna fry in sacred oil in hell for this awful lie. Yes, you are, you don't even have a grandpa." you think to yourself.

Lauren huffed, "that does sound pretty important, alright, I can give you half of this week's pay." She caved.

"Thank you, Lauren, best manager ever." You cheer with a grin. "I'll tell Pawpaw you helped."

"No, don't keep lying..." Your mind scolds you.

"Don't thank me yet, in return you're working a full shift today." Lauren said. The air leaves your lungs. "Go pay your bill and return here ready to work." she said.

"But, I need to call my-"

Lauren smirked and rested her hand son her hips. "Oh something tells me he can wait." she sang, with a shake of her head, "you're a terrible liar."

You groan, "yes, Lauren." and trudge out of the store.

Stepping out of the store, you bump into a rather tall man. Your bag and everything in it scatters to the floor. "Jeez, watch where you're going, would you? What are you blind?" He called sharply.

"My bad." You say in apology, kneeling to gather your things. "But really, honestly, you don't have to be a jerk about it." You grumble as you get to your feet.

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you peer up at the stranger. "Yeah, whatever, Helen Keller." He spat. "You are aware that's not an insult yet?" You ask him.

He glanced around with shifty eyes as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his black jeans and shrugged.

Eddie parked his van and hopped out. His steps lethargic as he sulked. Still no phone call. Wayne asked him to run to the store to pick up eggs and milk, it was clear he was just trying to give Eddie a moment to think and get him away from that phone.

But the chore was doing very little to take Eddie's mind off his worries and looking up toward Barry's Big Buy, it was made far worse.

Eddie's jaw clenched tight as he watches you talk to a tall stranger sporting a towering Mohawk. "No way." Eddie thought, his teeth ached, his lungs tightened and his head spun.

"I wasn't insulting you, it's sarcasm, genius." the man said.

"Sarcasm is usually made to insult, dufus." You snap back. The man smirks slightly, amusement glinting in his eyes. He was annoying, but you had to admit, it felt good to aim all of your frustration at something, someone.

"Nice comeback, didn't hurt yourself with that one, did you?" He asked.

"Why are you even still talking to me?" You question right back. The man shrugged, "maybe because you're blocking the entrance." he said.

"Oh..." you didn't have a comeback for that one. "You could have said move." you grumble. "Something told me if I did, I'd never bet inside." he sighed. You laugh in spite of yourself. "You are not wrong, rude stranger. I work here." You sing.

Eddie slowly backs away as he watches you laugh. Turnign quickly on his heel, he hopped back in his van and quickly made himself ghost. "That...that didn't just happen." He told himself. "But, She/he has been ignoring your calls all night, never called back this morning...Y/n doesn't have any friends, who the hell is he?" Eddie's mind was going a mile a minute.

Returning home from work, you abandon your bike near the mailbox of your apartments and hurry to get inside. Keys in hand for quick access, you come to a halt at your door, eyes glued to a letter taped over the peephole.

"Huh?" you exhale, snatching it down and unfolding it.

I just want to say, ignore what I said last night in the message. I've though about it. You're better off without me to tie you down. You're right, you've always pushed me and supported me with my dreams. It's time to go catch some of your own. I can't keep up with you, a shoot star is too fast for a satellite. Maybe I'll catch you when you come back around.

I wasn't being snide, by the way. It's your year Y/n it's finally your year. I'm sorry if I've stolen the past four. It was great in the meantime. But maybe, this is the kick in the teeth I need, that we both need. Here's to you babe and your new season.

Tell him I said he's a son of a bitch.

~Eddie.

Your hands tremble, "him? w-who's him?" You whisper, a drop of water splashes onto the note, the ink runs. "You're a fucking idiot, you know that?" You mutter, crushing the letter in your fist and opening your door.

You rushed to your phone and listen to your messages.

"Y/n? I think things got a little, carried away today. I might have overreacted a little, I think we both did. I just...um. If you, you know...forget what I said at the end there. I'm okay with that, if you are. I just, can we walk about it? Maybe tomorrow? Give me a call when you get this. I can pick you up, and we can go to our spot."

You exhale and fall back onto your bed. "He did call." You whisper, letting the tears slip down your face. "That stupid bill, and my stupid ass for not paying it on time!" you rage.

Uncrumpling the letter, you open it back up and hold it above your head, rereading it. "But if he could just let go, maybe he's right. Maybe we just....need to find out who we are on our own, for a while." You ponder.

The thought hurts, it's always been the two of you. Always.

"I hope this hasn't broken the friendship." you worry. "How do we maintain it after this?"

You roll onto your stomach, still rereading the letter. "And who. The hell. Is him!" you choke in a tearful shout. "Goddammit it Eddie..."

Wayne and Eddie sat out on the front porch, each with a beer in hand. Eddie gazed out at the sunset and sighed for the 50th time. "You alright?" Wayne asked.

Eddie shook his head. "No" he said quietly, his voice void.

"She/he has been my first everything. I don't know where or how to start again." Eddie muttered. Wayne's brows knitted together. "You can always take it back." He offered.

"No I can't, I broke up with her/him twice now. But...the more I think about it. She/he's the kind of person who by now, probably had dreams of college, I remember Y/n talking about wanting to be a psychiatrist, something about a residency program that offered psychotherapy training and traditional medicine because she wants to be able to do both." Eddie said, sighing again.

"She needs to get that diploma this year, I'll keep her away from it, I fall she falls, that's how she operates. I needed to let her go." Eddie muttered.

"And this don't have nothing to do with ol' Slim you said you saw her talkin' to?" Wayne asked.

Eddie glared, and his beer can crunched as he crushed it in. "Not at all, but I hate his face, I didn't see it, but I hate it all the same." Eddie said.

"Eddie, you don't know who he was, she works there, it was probably just a costumer." Wayne reasoned.

"Y/n wasn't in uniform. She/he wasn't on the clock." Eddie said.

"And she/he has a type, wouldn't you know it, this guy would have fit right in that mold." Eddie chugged his beer. "I fucked up, Y/n wants me to grow, so fine. I'll accept this, I'll take my licks. Maybe one day..." Eddie fell silent.

"if I don't get left in the dust, I'll stand another chance." he sighed.

"Well, I know it don't help. But I'm proud of you. It ain't an easy thing you're doing. Even if, I think you should try talking to Y/n again. But It's big of you, Eddie." said Wayne.

Eddie felt the water sting at his eyes again. Wayne stood up and walked to his nephew, gripping his shoulder and giving it a shake. Eddie rubbed at his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket. "You'll be alright." Wayne said gently.

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A/n: and here it is, part one. I'm currently stuck on a few future details. If you want to add your input, please feel free to.

Yes, I went the (semi-)miscommunication route, I'm sorry, but I love me some cliché sometimes.

I am in a debate with myself on if "Eddie gets out" the theme of how. Do people want: Kas Eddie (it's not fully the Kas theory), Lab Kid Eddie (he's not 010), or Normal Eddie (He just managed to survive by his own grit, and a little help from a friend or two).

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson reader insert

[chyberriesss]

Alone together

Bill denbrough x reader

I was on my way home when i hear something come from the sewer. I slowly approach it when i saw a bunch of eyes suddenly open from the sewer!

I stumbled back when i hit something, or someone.

It was bill the guy from earlier. "A-a-r-re you ok?" He asks looking concerned. "Yeah im fine i just uh thought i saw something in there." I say pointing at the sewer. For a split second i saw horror in his eyes that quickly turned to concern. "What d-d-did you see..?" "Oh uh its nothing i just i you know what nevermind youre going to think im crazy any way!" I awkwardly laugh. He shot me a look. "Ok fine its gonna sound crazy but i swear i saw pairs of eyes coming from there." I say defeated.

He just stared at me. Why is he just staring at me jeez. "C-come with me." He pulled my hand! "Hey wait where are you taking me???? hello?!!?!"

We arrived at his house which i didn't realize was that close to mine. We were at his garage, i look around while he got rid of a white blanket covering some sort of thingy majiger.

"What the hell is that?" I ask, confused as to what that thing made out of pipes is. "I-its the sewer s-s-s-system, i was t-t-thinking, maybe what y-y-you saw there-" "can you maybe uh i dont know, get to the point?" I cut him off, getting impatient "maybe what you s-s-saw was the m-m-missing kids, you k-know, betty, my b-broth- i sound l-like the cr-crazy one now do i?" He cut himself off laughing awkwardly looking at me "yup definitely sound like the crazy one between us." I reply "and no i dont think its betty or your brother, if it was them they would have called out to me but they didn't, it didn't, its something else" i add.

He stares at me for a few seconds, studying my facial features as i inspect the sewer system copy he made. "Hey bud where does this all lead to anyway?" I ask making him snap back to reality. "O-o-h i-it leads to t-t-he creepy house at- wait let me s-sh-show you."

He gets an action figure, throwing it down the pipe, he then got the hose and turned it on making water flow down the pipes in turn, pushing the action figure through. I follow the action figure in awe, it looked cool but so scary at the same time. Just the thought of someone in these sewers gives me the chills.

The action figure then dropped into a box labelled "the barrons?" I ask him "yeah, t-the c-creepy looking house. I-i-it led there, i was thinking m-m-maybe all o-o-f them are there and i-i-if we c-can go we could h-help t-he-" "wanna go?" I ask, cutting him off. "I-i-i-f its ok with you sur-" suddenly something dropped off the shelves, i looked back and saw those eyes again, the only difference is it looks like its getting closer and closer and closer…

"RUN" i scream at bill running for the garage door. Both of us scream. We ran as fast as we could but the garage seem to get longer and longer, the seem to get far away more, it seemed to get closer and closer. Reaching the garage door, Bill was struggling to open the garage door. It wouldn't budge haha we're fucked. "OPEN IT WHAT THE FUCK" "I-I-IM T-TRYING" "TRY HARDER!"

as we frantically scream the pair of eyes suddenly turn into a clown slowly walking towards us, grinning and pushing anything on its way, even dropping the sewer system bill made. As it makes its way to us, i hit bill making it harder for him to open the door "FASTER WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!??" I scream at him "SH-SHSHUT UP IM TRYING" he snapped back. But he was too late, it was already close, it ran straight to me. It looked horrifying, as it ran towards me, it opened its mouth wide. Revealing bloody sharp teeth, ready to chomp me up. Well this is it im dead goodbye world i love you all goodbye now. I close my eyes covering my face with my hands as it sprung towards me.

But i wasn't dead. Why wasn't i dead?? I was frozen but then i realize bill opened the garage door just in time, haha thank god.

"A-are you ok???!" Bill ran to me asking, shaking me by my shoulders. I turn to face him. Staring at his scared face. "Y-you saw that too right??? Or am i just going crazy…" "i s-saw that t-too dont w-w-worry." He said, he was frozen, we both were. We just stared at the garage for a few minutes trying to process what the hell just happened.

He helped me up, not letting go of my hand. He dragged me into his house to the living room so i could sit down and rest, He went to the kitchen to grab me a drink.

"Thanks" i say before drinking the glass of water. I gave it back to him and waited for him to get back.

There was awkward silence when he returned.

None of the both of us knew how to bring up what just happened. "So….are we both going crazy now or was that actually happening" i say trying to start a conversation. "Pr-pretty sure that a-actually happened. If it d-i-d-didn't then my sewer system would still b-b-be one piece." He shrugged. He looked terrified but was trying to hide it. "Whatever that was, im sure thats what took them, betty, your brother.." he stayed silent, trying to process the information. He then stood up and turn to me with ang earnest look "we sh-should really g-go and help them! I-i-" "go where?" His dad asked entering their house, making me stand up. "Going nowhere sir" i smile getting ready to leave.

"I should get going its getting late see you bye!" I ran out the door avoiding his dad's stares. I hear Bill scream "wait!" but i didn't look back, i wanted to go home and rest, heck i just almost got attacked by a killer clown! It felt so unreal, what i need is a good night sleep and my mom's fucking good adobo for dinner.

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"WOAH YOU CUT YOUR HAIR! YOU LOOK GOOD BEV!" i beamed at her when she opened her house door. She laughed at my reaction, "shall we go?" She asked smiling, handing me her arm. "We shall lady marsh" i say bowing then interlocking our hands together as we walked to her bike. I sat behind her bike as she peddled, my hair flowing with the wind. It felt nice, to have her with me. My very first friend.

We arrived at the quarry a few minutes later. We saw the losers, no offense intended, standing there in their underwear looking silly.

They were bickering about whose going to jump first.

"Pussys" i smile taking off my clothes and ran straight to them and jumped off. "WHAT THE FUCK!" i hear richie scream making me laugh, i few second later bev jumped in too. We played for a few seconds then screamed at the guys to jump too.

"COME ON DONT BE PUSSYS!" "we just got shown up by girls!" "Come on jump!" Bev added to my statement, and then they did.

We played and swam around, "HOLY SHIT THERES A TURTLE" i say "where?!" Richie looked "there!" I pointed at the water, when he dunked in, i gave stan a look, we then held Richie's head under the water making him struggle a little bit.

"WHAT THE HELL?!?!!??" richie screamed at us making us laugh "leave him alone guys" eddie mumbled "oh come on dont be such a killjoy eddie" i say splashing water on him "trying to protect your boyfriend now are we eddie?" Stan added "shut up" eddie rolled his eyes at us swimming away as we laughed at him and Richie's red ass face.

Ben, Bill and Bev seem to have a world of their own so we let them be, the B world as i like to call it. "Why the b world?" Stan asked "cause! Like their names start with b duh" i explain.

Suddenly, Bill swam right between me and Stan "h-h-hey [name] can we t-talk for a sec?"

He asked "sure" i reply as he held my hand under water leading me up to land, god the ground felt so hot i feel like my feet were burning.

"So…."

"So… how are you d-d-doing? I mean after what h-h-happened yesterday a-a-and-" i cut him off "im fine bill, how about you? I mean if i were you i would never step foot in my garage but im getting side tracked here i was actually wondering if maybe we could pretend that didnt happen?" He stared at me for a few seconds before asking "why? S-sh-shouldnt we do something about this?? W-w-we could save betty! G-georgie!" He said, he looked pissed and sad at the same time making me sad too. "I know but, we cant drag them into this"i say looking at the losers playing happily in the water. He thought for a second "fine" he pouted looking defeated. "Hey, if it makes you feel better i'll help you look for Georgie?" I awkwardly smile at him, trying to cheer him up. He just smiled and then talked about

A few minutes later the losers joined us. They all sat on the ground while bev sunbathe.

We were all staring at her. Admiring her even, when she suddenly looked at us making us all look away.

Richie went through ben's bag teasing him about how school ended but he still had his books. Pulling out some sort of folder.

"oohh~ who gave you this?" Richie asks ben teasingly as he grabs a note. "Now one" ben quickly grabbed it and put it back in the depths of his bag. "Whats with the history project?" Eddie asks "oh, well when i first moved here, i didn't really have anyone to hang out with" ben explains as we pass the folder full of newspapers about past derry events. "So i just started spending time in the library" he added. "You went to the library?" Richie asks "on purpose??" I added confused as to why he would want to hang out there.

"Oh, i wanna see" Bev says standing up and making her way next to bill. "Whats the black spot?" Stan asks "the balck spot was like a night club or something i dont knoe i dont read news papers" i answer "you dont read anything at all" Bev states "woah! Not true! I read like…uh…you know what maybe i dont read." I say making Bev chuckle. "Y-y-your hair-" i hear bill faintly try to compliment beverly before ben cuts him off "your hair's beautiful, Beverly" "oh, thanks" Bev says tucking her hair. "You see this right?" Richie whispers to me "see what? The obvious tension?" "So you do see sweetcakes" he says back at me, grinning.

"I have more stuff at my house….if you guys want to come and se-" "GREAT LETS GO!" I say excited to learn about nerdy stuff. Ignoring that somewhat jealous feeling im having right now.

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Thats it people sorry for the late post its exam week right now and im so tired from studying😭😭 hope you liked it tho. Might edit this in the future cause it feels rushed to me😘😘

#bill denbrough x reader #it 2017 #bill denbrough #stephen king it #beverly marsh #shut up richie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #stanley uris #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #anne with an e #mike hanlon x reader #taylor's version #little women

[cherryfairytwist]

RickFic Ch8. AstriOid Belt

(Tags: minors dni/ substance use/ stalkerish behavior)

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The gang had just gotten back from an adventure, now chilling outside of the garage on the drive way next to Rick’s ship. Both Rick and Astrid stood leaning against the ship sipping on beers while Morty and Summer sat on the driveway munching on some hors d’oeuvres they had stolen from an alien party they had all crashed while adventuring. 

“Did you see the look on those bouncer’s faces when we crashed through their ship’s hull?” Summer laughed while continuing to stuff her face. 

“H-honestly I thought m-more people partying on deck would have noticed something was going on.. but I guess they w-were too drunk..?” Morty also chuckled thinking back on it. 

“T-That was some smart thinking back there Astrid. K-knocking out some those unsuspecting guests and changing into their outfits. Priceless! We got to party for free all nightttt!” Rick emphasized in amusement. 

“Well I mean.. you said we had to try and keep those bounty hunters off our tail for a while..we had already crashed so why not have some fun waiting it out?” She snickered and took another swig. 

Earth Beth poked her head out of the garage door and asked, “oh there you guys are, dinner will be ready soon do you kids want to eat? Dad….?” She looked at all of them before her eyes landed on Astrid. “Oh um.. hi! You’re their teacher’s….assistant? From school..?” She asked trying to remember Astrid’s face from in passing. 

“Hello Mrs. Smith. Yes I’m Morty and Summer’s teacher’s assistant… we’ve met before I’m pretty sure.” Astrid said politely but awkwardly. 

“I remember! I didn’t mean to make that come off weird sorry… I just didn’t want to mistake you for….” She glanced over at Rick implying she didn’t want to assume Astrid was one of Rick’s one night stands, “… anyways.. would you like to join us for dinner?” She said with an awkward smile. 

“I would love to…” she glanced at the kids and then quickly at Rick, “but it’s getting a little late. I might need to head home to start grading papers sadly.” She used an excuse feeling as if she might be over stepping her bounds. 

“Oh we understand! I hope the kids are paying attention in class for you.” Beth commented. 

“Oh Mrs. Smith you have wonderful kids. They are both extremely smart and hard working.” Astrid said positively. 

Rick started to scoff before Astrid shot him a glare. 

“Oh that’s such a relief to hear! I worry they aren’t doing so well in school.” Beth peaked over to see what commotion Rick had made. 

“See mom! We’re doing just fine. We take after you and grandpa!” Summer shouted over to her mother. 

“You’re right honey… could you come help with dinner? Oh you too Morty.” Beth asked. 

“We’ll say goodbye to Astrid real quick just in case she doesn’t come have dinner. Be inside in a second!” Summer replied before her mother turned to head back inside. 

“Thanks for covering for us like that Astrid.” Summer said with a smile. 

“I didn’t cover for anything. You and Morty are smart hard working kids. Just because you’re not making straight A’s doesn’t mean you two aren’t smart.” Astrid replied honestly. 

Summer looked down at the ground with a shy smile. 

“T-thanks Astrid.. you’re a great teacher..” Morty said awkwardly before standing up. 

“Thanks for coming on adventures with us, it’s always really fun having you around. We hope you have a good night if we don’t see ya in there.” Summer said playfully but with a hint of sentiment while turning to head inside.

“Y-yeah.. you’re awesome Astrid..! See you at school.” Morty choked out before quickly running after Summer inside. 

Astrid stood there for a few seconds just smiling and looking at the garage door. It made her really happy to know the kids liked having her around.. she also really enjoyed seeing them do so well. She then chugged the rest of her beer and looked up at the dark night sky. The thought that she was still standing alone next to Rick slapped her back to reality as she tried to sneak a glance at him out of the corner of her eye. Still leaning up against the ship next to her she could feel the weight shift as he also chugged the rest of his beer. He turned his head to look down at her and then tossed his empty beer can into the garage. 

“A-Alright.” He pushed off of the ship and grabbed Astrid by the arm. 

His grip was stern but held no malice in it as he guided her around him towards the passenger seat of the space ship. Astrid looked up at him with a calm yet confused look. He ignored her face while opening the ship door, he then lightly pushed her into the seat and shut the door behind her. He then turned to go grab a pack of beers and a liquor bottle from the garage. He returned and got into the drivers seat, setting the drinks down on the floor next to her feet. Astrid felt her nerves jolt a smidge so she rummaged around in her pocket for her communicator to start playing the next song in her cue. She pulled out one of her earbuds from her pocket and put it in the ear facing the ship window. 

“So are you giving me a ride home or….?” She asked trying to cut the agonizing silence. 

“Y-yeah I guess you could say that. But first I want us to have a little chat.” He said emotionlessly while starting up the ship and pulling it up into the sky. 

Astrid felt the awkward silence hang in the air between them. She sat quietly and looked out the passenger window. The Sun and Earth started to look like marbles the farther they flew out into the solar system. She felt the temperature drop in the cabin around them, small wisps from her breath hung in the air after every silent exhale. Did she ever notice how cold it felt when they were flying in the ship before? Or was it that she had gotten used to the body heat of all four of them being in the ship at the same time? It felt like there was so much empty space between her and Sanchez. Why did it still feel like he was much too close for comfort still? Calming herself she pressed the play button, “Space Junk” by Wang Chung started to play in her ear. 

“W-what you listening to…?” He asked pointing at the device in her hand. “You should play some of t-that out loud so it isn’t so awkward in here.” He stated while handing her his equivalent of an all adapting aux cord. 

Astrid compiled and plugged it in. As the music began to play out loud she pulled her ear bud back out and put it in her pocket. She gave a curious glance at Rick, looking for any signs to pick up on, but nothing of note showed. As he started to slow the ship he motioned for her to grab him one of the beers on the floor. She pulled it out of the plastic and cracked it open for him, handing it off. He took it and started to steadily sip from it, still keeping his eyes in front of him. 

“You can have some more too obviously… you got any more of that weed?” He asked. 

“Uh yeah…” Astrid pulled out her bowl and grinder from her pocket. 

“Nice.” He said plainly. 

The silence and random songs seemed to continue for what was about only 15 minutes, but it had felt like forever. Astrid had already downed her first  two beers and taken a few hits from her bowl. Rick had tossed back three beers already as well as having taken some hits from her bowl. Finally Rick eased up the ship to a stop. The ship now silently floated adrift right outside of what looked like an asteroid belt. They sat there for a few moments silently sipping.

“So is this the part where you take the dog out back to the shed and shoot it…? And to save the kid’s feelings you tell them it ran away.” She joked cutting through the silence. 

Rick looked at her surprised and then laughed saying, “HA! No.” He smiled and then gave her a side eye, “Jesus y-you still came with me thinking that m-might have been a possibility…?” He let out a chuckle. 

Astrid didn’t reply and side eyed him curiously waiting for him to keep up the conversation. Which he did, 

“I also figured this would be a perfect opportunity for y-you to shoot me in the back of the head if you had planned on trying to kill me.” He said less amused but with a smug face eyeing her. “We are alone.” He stated. 

“Oh and you still brought me out here thinking that could be a possibility?” Astrid copied him in a mocking tone. 

They both rolled their eyes at each other and looked out their corresponding side windows. The silence hung back over them as the music continued to play. Until Rick broke the silence once more, 

“I didn’t know you could move like that… I knew you were fast but I-I had no idea you knew how to dance.” he mentioned referring to their adventure earlier that day where they had crashed the party. 

He thought back on earlier that night, impressed having seen her ballroom dance and perfectly execute other types of alien dances unfamiliar to Earth. She had moved in such a way it was simply captivating to watch. 

“You just assumed I couldn’t dance…?” She chuckled looking back at him scrunching her eyebrows playfully. 

“You’re not Human. There isn’t any way you are!” He suddenly blurted out slightly raising his voice in frustration. 

“Is that a question or are you making a statement?” She replied annoyed back. 

“Come on!” He demands letting go of the anger but a hint of frustration remained. 

“I guess you could say im not exactly from around these parts.” She tried joking in a perfect southern accent. 

He laughed and relaxed a little while rolling his eyes again, leaning off to his window side. 

“Hold on Rick. I know  it’s not like you’re going to share things about yourself with me.” She laughed. 

“That’s fucking different.” He insists. “You’ve probably already heard plenty of things about me.” A slight sting came in his voice. 

Astrid let out a sigh, “Fine… let’s play a game. We’ll call it Pinocchio because it’s like a truth and lies thing. I will answer questions if I feel like it. I’ll only show one “tell” if it’s a lie… you’ll see what I mean once we start playing.” She stated.

He arched his eyebrows and grinned curiously still leaning on his window, “Alright, I’ll bite. Let’s play.” He said shifting to lean on his knee while pointed in her direction nonchalantly. 

“How long have y-you been living on Earth..?” He cut straight to it. 

“Over all or recently?” She asked to clarify.

“Both.” He stated. 

“Well.. I’ve probably lived on Earth for a handful years.. I left but I’ve only been back for about a year now.” She shifted in her seat slightly uncomfortable but finally feeling relaxed knowing she was getting it off her chest. 

“Why are you here now?” He asked still intently eyeing her.

She replies, “sight seeing” and suddenly her nose popped out elongated a slight bit, much like the Pinocchio cartoon. 

Rick let out an amused laugh realizing she had lied. While eyeing her nose curiously, he quickly chugged another beer in entertainment. 

“W-why were you on Earth in the past?” He asked more exited. 

“For work.” She answered shortly knowing she still had to tread lightly. 

“Are you on Earth for work now..? A-And I don’t mean that “teacher” bullshit.” He said trying to skate her around using that excuse. 

“Not really….it’s complicated. But I’m “stuck” here for now.”  She paused feeling a sadness creep up on her. 

“You’re stuck..? Like crash landed?” He asked confused. 

“No.. I’m just supposed to be here for a while.” She huffed, “ I’m supposed to be on “vacation” but that’s not what it feels like.” Noticing she said a bit too much she snapped back into it. 

Shifting gears she sassily stated, “You’re running out of time!” 

Internally her heart was racing, why did she want to tell him so badly? This had never been a problem for her before with keeping secrets. 

“Jeez I didn’t know we were on a timer!” He joked and motioned for her to pass him the bowl. 

He sparked up and took a few more hits and then handed it back to her. She too hit it some and then sat it down on the dash. She looked down at the floor to see they had both drank through all the beers so she grabbed the liquor bottle of jack that Rick had brought. Astrid opened it and took a few swigs and handed it over to Rick. He took it and then looked back at her face,

“Are you human?” He asked once again wanting to hear her say it, searching her eyes for a sign. 

“Yes.” She lied with a smug grin lowering her gaze as her nose grew again humorously. 

“So what do you do? What are you?” He asked back to back trying not to chuckle. 

“You’re waisting your time.” She said sharply not looking up from packing the next bowl. 

Rick huffed and moved on, “Okay then. So you have heard of me?” He asked, not being able to help himself. 

“Yes Rick. I heard of you before I met the kids. But I didn’t think much of it, until we officially met.” She rolled her eyes and smiled knowing he was looking for an ego boost.

This relieved her knowing this one fold of his would help later if things got risky.  

“So what’s the verdict?” He asked cockily. 

“That you’re a crazy old man causing trouble.” She twirled her hair, “Definitely never a dull moment around you.” She replied with attitude. 

He laughs at her mockingly slow and leans back in his seat seeming to drop all signs of humor, “I’ll go a head and get right to what I wanted to chat about.” 

He pauses and glares right into Astrid’s eyes, “Have you been planning to hurt the kids?” 

Astrid felt as if daggers had been sent through her chest, “I’m never going to hurt your kids Rick. As for you though, that depends on how well we get along.” She quickly joked at the end in an attempt to lighten the mood but still be honest. 

“Oh yeah?! You think you can hurt me Hu…?” Rick joked already riled up a bit but calming down feeling as if she was being truthful to his questions. 

“Yeah of course. How many good years do you have left on you anyway?!” She said flirting not being able to help herself, hoping to further distance Rick from his suspicions. 

“Oh don’t you worry about that. I can stay young forever. You just haven’t seen me use my reverse age inventions.” He said crossing his arms behind his head and setting his feet up on the dash pleased with himself.

“Wait so you choose to stay looking at this age…?” She suddenly asked seriously, she couldn’t help but feel like she felt the same way but for her own human passing form. 

“Uh yeah…? What about it?” He arched his eyebrow at her confused by the change in emotion. 

“Do you do it because it just feels familiar or do you like how it looks…?” She asked almost searching for her own reason as to why she liked her default human form. 

“I-I don’t know.. I guess because it feels familiar..? I guess because I don’t like how it looks.. because it’s a reminder.. it seems natural looking to the family..?” He said searching for an explanation himself. 

He then quickly snapped out of it and wanted to know why she would ask that, “W-why do you ask? Are you age shaming me right now..?” He said pretending to be offended to cover up his actual feeling of embarrassment. 

“I don’t know! Ha! Sorry I’m just a curious person…? I mean you said you made something that can reverse your age!! So you just don’t use it that much? I mean seemed like a pretty basic question.” She laughed as well trying to cover her discomfort for the shift in the atmosphere.

Rick starts chugging some of the liquor and then slams his fist down on the dash, “f-fuck it! You wanna blow up some asteroids…?!” He said now trying to help lighten the mood. 

They sat in the ship taking turns targeting the hurdling rocks. As they both got more intoxicated they started to amp up their shared appreciation for destruction. Astrid thought about how pretty the moment was watching the ship light up after each explosion went off.  After what felt like hazy minutes of belligerent arcade like fun, Rick checked his watch and seemed to sober up a little. 

“Damn I-it’s late. I totally lost track o-of time. Sorry about that, w-we’ll head back.” He said trying to make up for taking up her evening time after she said she needed to get home.

“Ha, it’s fine. I’m glad we got t-that sorted out.” She said with a goofy buzzed smile. 

“You sure you’re not trying to kill me? Now’s your chance.” He pauses and then said, “We are alone.” In a slightly more suggestive tone. 

“I told you already Sanchez…” Astrid looked away pretending to be annoyed but catched her own eye in the window reflection feeling her face flush. 

They headed back mostly riding in silence enjoying music or commenting on random things they saw while flying. They got closer and closer until they slowed down right in front of her apartment. Rick slowly started to lower the ship but then Astrid, in her oblivious state, popped the ship door open. She hopped out and turned to say goodbye with a smile. Rick awkwardly smiles back embarrassed she didn’t wait so he could  have gotten the door for her. 

“Uh.. night Astrid.. h-have a good evening.” He said not quite knowing what to say. 

“Night Sanchez!” She said with a grin, patted the side of the ship and then turned to head towards her door. 

“Also I-I told you already! D-Don’t call me Sanchez!” he playfully joked in hopes to get her to call him that again. 

“Whatever Sanchez.” She said back jokingly, just like he had hoped. 

Once Rick was sure Astrid had made it inside, he pulled the ship up at rapid speed. He hurdled the ship past the block between her apartment and the Smith house. The radio now playing some random alien channel after Astrid had taken her communicator off the aux when leaving. He allowed himself to smile only for a moment before landing the ship and sprinting out of the door and into the garage. He punched in his secret code to the hatch door in the floor and jumped down into the upper part of his basement lab. He went to his elevator and punched the floor number for his super computer room. Once there he ran to it quickly punching in all kinds of commands and running all types of searches. His mood went from pleasant to maddening as he tried to piece together any information he could find on Astrid. Cursing and mumbling to himself as he kept playing back loops of footage he had gotten of her fighting when they had gone to rob the bank. Over and over the loop of her snatching out the fire alien’s eyes played in one corner. In another was the footage of her kicking the bug cyborg into the bank counter with incredible force. In the last corner he played the footage of her dancing that night from the party they had crashed. He watched all of them intensely while waiting for other searches to come back.  

“Of course she’s not fucking human, I mean look at this shit… but who are you..?” He muttered to himself rubbing his face in frustration. 

He mulled it over for a second and muttered, “are you a shape shifter..? Someone with Elasticity powers…? But then how are you so fucking fast and strong too…?” 

A few hours had gone by at this point and he had almost entirely sobered up by now. In his frustration he had thrown randoms items around the room while still searching for an answer. He had all the data from the hunting adventure they had gone on up on screen. He had all her school file information up, and even random footage and notes of her from previous times she had visited the Smith house. No DNA matches, no other records of her on earth previously to her starting work as a teacher’s assistant. 

“Who the hell are you Ms. Du Pont ?” Rick read her supposed last name from the school’s file. 

He sat back in his chair and pulled out his flask,

“Let’s just go ahead and find out.” He said confidently while activating the tracker he had planted on her arm when taking her to the ship earlier. 

“It’s the size of a flea so I doubt you’ll notice for quite a while.” He grinned watching her location pop up on his computer’s map. 

Rick sat looking at the tracker dot still at her apartment’s location. He took a swig from his flask and spun around in his chair lazily. After a moment of double checking, nothing else in his search had popped up. He sighed and then headed upstairs to his room for once. He turned the lights off and flopped down onto his cot. For the first time in a long while he felt like actually getting some sleep. He rolled over onto his side and opened up his watch’s screen. He sighed again knowing his computer search would take a while since not having that much information o

to go off of. He pulled up an image of Astrid’s teacher photo to look at. Rick let out one last long breath before closing his watch and eyes to sleep. 

Back at Astrid’s apartment she sat on her den floor grading papers while listening to music. Her mood had taken a turn for the better after feeling like she had made progress with Rick that evening. Her communicator buzzed as a few incoming messages popped up. She glanced down still a little tipsy from earlier. Seeing the name Reagan pop up from the notifications, she held her breath in disbelief and scrambled to open up the messages. With her eyes glued to the screen she started to read the various messages, 

“Hey Astrid” 

“Been busy at work…..”

“Sorry for ghosting you” 

“Could you come by this weekend when there isn’t anyone at the office?”

“We could catch up” 

Astrid read the massages from Reagan silently to herself. 

“Holy shit… okay.” She exhaled nervously while grabbing for her own flask she left under her coffee table. 

She sent a reply back and then laid down on the floor. 

“Here we go.” She said looking up at the ceiling now feeling exhausted. 

—- PART EIGHT COMPLETED —- 

—- SHUTTING DOWN —-

—- GOODBYE —-

#rick and morty #rick and morty fandom #rick and morty oc #rick sanchez fanfic #rick sanchez x reader #inside job fandom #inside job fanfic #crossover #inside job #rick and morty fanfiction #rick sanchez #reagan ridley #reagan ridley inside job #inside job reagan

[n1cholaswang]

P1HARMONY AS DRUGS

description: self explanatory. piwon members as drugs ive done before. for legal reasons, this is a joke and i have never done a drug in my life

a/n: THIS IS FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES (and a filler post). DONT TAKE ANY OF THIS SERIOUSLY.

THEO as ALCOHOL

• dangerous.

• do not let this man drive

• y'all will NOT make it home

• he just comes off as a drinker to me

• the park jimin of p1harmony

• give him 2 shots of whatever and bro will be the life of the party

• im talkin like ... twerkin, pole dancin, stripin in the club, flirtin with anybody and anything

• even inanimate objects 😕

• if y'all been drunk before, yk damn well y'all be trippin over anything and laughin your ass off

• y'all remember that live with keeho when he beat bro tf up?

• that's him drunk but 20 times worse.

• steer clear of drunk theo.

KEEHO as EDIBLES

• chill

• best music taste in p1h

• funny asl and for what

• ooh but don't leave bro alone in your kitchen

• he gon cook up the most random thing

• but you BEST BELIEVE it's smackin.

• watch a movie with him and y'all would be pausin it every two seconds cause you can't read the subtitles fast enough

• i was gonna just put straight bud instead of an edible but nah

• keeho gives me "made edibles for a living pre-korea" vibes

• keeho 🤝 vernon

• they prolly both sold edibles out the garage for some cash

JIUNG as WEED

• fellow stoners, just imagine this with me.

• driving late at night with jiung, smoking blunt after blunt, blasting music, laughing at each other's jokes, going to eat out when y'all get hungry, giving each other guns at traffic lights, a lil messy wet kisses while blowing smoke into each other's mouths <3333

• lord gimme a jiung.

• idk

• i can't explain it but jiung as weed just makes sense

• the chillest of chill

• literally will let anything slide

• even if you murder somebody in his living room

• "it's cool, we'll clean it up"

• god i love him.

• will make you fall in love with music fr.

• best music taste pt 2

• ugh and ik he can roll well and fast 😩

• I WANT HIM SO BAD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

INTAK as OXYCONTIN

• now i've only done this once

• and it was while i was high off bud too so bare with me

• chill pt 2

• but in a chaotic way ????

• will talk your goddamn ear off about the most random things

• im not kidding.

• he will talk about what he did on november 6, 2008 even if he don't remember fully

• you wanna know his life story?

• give this man an oxy and LORD you will feel like YOU raised him

• oversharing.

• so. much. oversharing.

• he's cute tho so we'll let it happen

• watching youtube until y'all fall asleep 🫶

SOUL as COCAINE

• ...

• don't y'all EVER give lil shosho a bump.

• he will be bouncin and dancin off the walls.

• talkin your ear off pt 2

• but in japanese

• he don't care if you know the language or not

• bitch you gon listen to what he has to say 👿

• twerking machine.

• like stop him please.

• too much ass

• and he be throwin that shit in a circle

• like OKAY NEPHEW I SEE YOU

• but also pls stop too much energy

• will talk to you and tell you about his memories like he was japan's el chapo

• like,,, "yeah i stole a pen from a bank then stabbed that pen into someone's backpack because they told me i was stupid"

• ... okay lil psycho

• you do what you want babe <3

JONGSEOB as WEED + COKE

• i've only had this combo like,, thrice ???

• and bro.

• it's the most jongseob experience ever

• i remembered everything from my childhood 💀

• nah but fr

• jongseob as the combination of both bud and soft is also dangerous

• but not theo-putting-your-life-in-danger dangerous

• im talkin,,, like

• brent faiyaz dangerous

• y'all would smoke a blunt, do a bump them smoke another blunt like it's all normal

• he'll tell you just about anything

• he's one of those talkative people off coke

• sharing his experience training at yg compared to training at fnc

• working with the trainees at yg compared to working with the trainees at fnc and his current members

• fanboying over newt <33333.

• talkin on and on about his passion for music, while playing music

• specifically brent faiyaz cause ik his smokin playlist is fire.

• doin bumps with j cole playin 😻

• "the qualities that make up the people who listen to my music are like... empathetic narcissism, attention to detail, over indulgent personality when it comes to... sex and drugs and... if you don't get it, you don't get it. but if you get it, it's cause you livin"

• and he lives by that brent faiyaz quote.

• trippin tf out over asap rocky's lsd mv 💀

• "i know im folded but... 😦"

#p1harmony #choi jiung #yoon keeho #choi taeyang #hwang intak #haku shota #p1harmony soul #kim jongseob #jongseob

[thepancakelady]

BL Tag Game

tagged by nessesis sister-in-law @7nessasaryevils <3

All-Time Favorite BL Character and Why? - Sean from Not Me is my blorbo forever. i just love love love him and his character arc. he starts from rock bottom, has absolutely nothing in his life that matters to him, not even his life and he lives only for his revenge on Tawi. he seems like an asshole and he kinda is but then you see how adorable he is with his friends (Yok and Namo for example) and you see how he’s so much more than just his anger but the anger is just threatening to take over everything. and then White comes around and tells him that his life is actually worth something and he falls in love. and when he’s in love he’s the softest person ever, constantly wanting to hug and kiss and touch and this love becomes the thing that keeps him going because now he doesn’t want to just take down Tawi regardless of the cost, but instead wants to take him down and live with White. and i just really love him and how he starts finding reasons to value his life 

honorable mention to Khai from Theory of Love because he also has the most amazing character arc. he started off as a character i didn’t like for obvious reasons and now (especially after reading the novel) he’s my son forever and ever. another honorable mention to Win from Cupid’s Last Wish who i know most people hate but honestly i love angry characters like him. he also has an amazing character arc about letting go of your anger not just for others but also for yourself and it’s just great

One Character You Want to Punt Into the Stratosphere - Kamol and Kim from Unforgotten Night. Kamol is like every bad mafia boss cliche you can think of put together and all Kim ever does is cry and complain. i suppose they deserve each other

also Gram from Not Me post episode... 8-9? this one is frustrating in a different way because unlike Kamol and Kim i actually liked him at first and then his character suffered a complete character assassination. he’s a terrible friend and a guy who just doesn’t take a no for an answer and the worst part is that the narrative tries to make us root for him and gene and it’s like ummm no thanks

Best Music Moment - without a doubt Sean and White’s rooftop kiss scene from episode 8 of Not Me. the scene is beautifully shot to begin with, it carries this beautiful meaning of “we’ve finally found each other” and then the music plays and it just KILLS me on sight. it gives me chills every time i watch it and no other kiss will ever top it

honorable mention to the scene where Black beats up Sean and also the scene where Sean and White are lying in the tent after White saves Sean from the garage and treats his wound. honestly i could probably list even more examples just from Not Me because the soundtrack is picked so meticulously and it fucking shows

A Popular Het Text You'd Like To See As A BL - the first thing i thought of was You’ve Got Mail. not the whole plot of the movie necessarily but just the conept of like the main character exchanging emails with someone and falling in love with him and then meeting another guy irl and falling for him too and then feeling super conflicted but it turns out they are actually the same person. i would eat that shit up

BL Scene that Makes Me Laugh - there’s this iconic scene from Two Weddings and a Funeral where the two guys are about to sleep together and both of them flop on their stomachs on the bed because they are BOTH bottoms and it makes me lose it every time. honorable mention to that one scene from Cupid’s Last Wish where Win and Korn get high as fuck and also every sex scene from Unforgotten Night because they are so embarrassing

Biggest Disappointments - Lovely Writer easily. where do i begin? it’s supposed to call out the bl industry and i guess it kinda succeeds but at the same time you don’t see anyone try to fight against the status quo too much and they just let that toxic culture win at the end so that was dissapointing. they somehow manage to fall into so many classic bl tropes that it’s unreal. Nubsib has like zero character traits outside of liking Gene and not only does that make him super two-dimensional but also the conflict at the end makes no fucking sense because he doesn’t give a shit about acting so why does Gene have to fight for his career and break up with him? he’s also an overall creep because he hid the truth about their past from Gene. the show also comes off as really misogynistic and overall insulting to fans because almost every woman is like obsessed with shipping real people and i get that there are a lot of people like that in fandom but couldn’t they have also shown the nice part of fandom too? also they somehow managed to make a biphobic bisexual and im still so mad about it because i really liked Tiffy at first but they ruined her. overall a waste of a good concept and the good chemistry between Kao and Up. also a waste of a great main character because i love Gene

honorable mention to A Tale of Thousand Stars which was amazing for the first 8 episodes and then the last 2 were literal garbage with nothing of value in them

2 Random Characters That Would Make Hilarious Exes - ive been trying to think of an answer for this one for a while but nothing comes to mind so i’ll just pass

Who Would Be The Funniest People to Watch A BL with and Which One? - well @7nessasaryevils and i already watch and drag Unforgotten Night together every week and it’s the only way i can get through the show. well that and alcohol 

Best Wardrobe Moment? Character or Otherwise - i want to steal the entire wardrobe of Black from Not Me but especially his jackets. honorable mention to Pat from Bad Buddy for his perfect shirts that i would die for and Khai from Theory of Love with the bisexual shirt tucking

most of my friends have already been tagged so i’ll tag the ones that are left @smyx  @ragingbyesexual @non-binarypal7 @playlistashton @gaym3bo1​​

#tag games

[superiorjello]

Jello Watches Not Me The Show

Part 1:

So I went in knowing "BL, main character joins an anarchist gang, it's based off of GOT7 fic" which was surprisingly little considering what I just got wholloped in the face with.

Reaction time. There will be spoilers.

Twins. Okay. Cool. Black and White is a little on the nose when you're coming at it from an English perspective (reminds me of Fuhrer King Bradley) but I'm sure it makes more sense as a Thai naming thing (cause honestly their whole nickname system is awesome and I love it).

What do you mean THEIR HEARTS ARE LINKED is it MAGIC or something?

Splitting the twins up with no contact whatsoever just seems cruel.

Their dad is kind of a dick. Also smarmy party is smarmy.

OF COURSE HE HAS AN ATTACK

How does his dad not instantly recognize it was a twin-heart attack or whatever?

WHO IS THIS GUY AND HOW THE HELL DID HE GET WHITE'S NUMBER?

I wonder if they let Black be so beaten up in that scene so they could just use a body double and didn't have to shoot all the Black shots with the same actor and then edit it. Cause usually they let characters just be "prettily bruised" in this kinda show.

Wow, White just goes all-in on the body modification and I am here for it. I hope he keeps it for pranking opportunities once Black is back too.

How does he expect to live a double life though, being both Black and White does not seem sustainable.

HE IS SO BAD AT PRETENDING TO BE BLACK HOLY SHIT like I will give him an initial pass for not knowing his brother for years but if he's gonna go all in on this plan he kinda needs to sell it after a day or two of studying how people react around him...

2 second long motorcycle lesson

THEY JUST STRAIGHT UP BURN A HOUSE

PAINT VANDAL CINDERELLA AND ANARCHIST PRINCE CHARMING

"I want to quit." "Haha, funny joke dude. Just chill for a day and you'll feel better."

I love the middle-class student rubbing White's nose in his own privilege. He deserves it. YES SEE THE IMBALANCE INHERENT IN THE SYSTEM HAVE A WHOLE "Oh, THIS is why my brother is doing this" MOMENT!

Garage-owner guy: why don't you stay here for a while, I'll train you up some more.

Me: ah, so at least one person here has figured it out

YEAH, YOU TELL YOUR DAD, WHITE!

and they were roommates OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Stupidest room search ever. What are you even looking for?

THEYRE HOLDING HANDS

Sean and White can have some cuddles. As a treat.

Okay I honestly just got so engrossed I forgot to react for a while.

His plan for meeting Black's ex was weird tho. Not a great plan. And seriously WHO IS THIS RANDOM FRIEND OF BLACKS? HE OWNS A TOWER? His dad did import/export so that's sketchy as fuck.

Sean keeps reminding White that Black is an asshole and he's like "oh right, gotta be a dick" like, Sean, just suck it up and deal with having an angel around now.

Sean: gotta end capitalism, starting with this guy

White: yeah, but you gotta LIVE THROUGH IT TOO

Manufacturer Heist aka can no one plan anything well in this group?

The complex system of dealing with bad employers but causing loss of income to the most vulnerable of their workers IS A REAL ISSUE AND I LOVE THEM FOR ADDRESSING IT

THE PROTEST SCENES THOUGH

THE GIANT GAY FLAG THOUGH

White: dancing around and so clearly not Black

Sean: heart eyes, motherfucker

THE HAND HOLDING THOUGH

So Cinderella-cop should quit the cop job, honestly, but NFT's? Really?

FOR THE LOVE OF RAMEN WOULD SEAN AND WHITE JUST MAKE OUT ALREADY

Side note is that the same ramen sponsor as KinnPorsche? I feel like it is.

#not me the series #not me the show #thai drama #jello speaks #gotta go sleep before i watch more