#im very not redneck

[rocksalt-and-pie]

spending christmas with my loved ones by rewatching 3.08 all by myself in my living room

[reinabeestudio]

NO NEED TO REPLY TO THIS I JUST WANTED TO FIND A WAY TO REPLY BACK SHEHHSHEYAUWHAUEA I KNOW HES SO FUCKING COOL IN THERE THE SONGS ARE SO GOOD YOU NEED TO KEEP POSTED WITH THIS MOD BECAUSE THEY'RE PLANNING TO RELEASE A DEMO AT THE 31ST OF THIS MONTH. IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR A WHOLE YEAR. they also have a glitchy red song (his sprites are so fucking cool. I'm eating the artstyle) and other creepypastas that weren't in hypnos it's super exciting EEEEE the songs are SO GOOD.

ON THE 31ST⁉⁉⁉⁉

OH MAI GAH THAT'S ON MY BDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME‼‼‼‼‼‼

Also. Yeah I agree with you. This shit fucks

He do be lookin kinda fine ngl

[i-like-gay-books]

had a moment at work today where this middle aged dad guy asked me my opinion on barbie (i was wearing a barbie shirt) and when i said i liked it but my life wasnt changed by it, he and his son started talking about how people were walking out of the theater crying and stuff and the hairs on my arms stood on end and i got the very acute sense that he mistook what i said to mean that i wasnt into all the feminist stuff (probably his and his son’s opinion) whereas what i actually meant was that it was too surface level feminist for my tastes and i wish it went deeper

[makedamnsvre]

recently ive been getting really sick of my neighbors i wish that i had a bunch of money so that i could buy up their houses and only let people i live live near me

[nikomedes]

realized its not just shrike. amaryllis and oktavia also have the darkest brown eyes i could get. i was trying to think of why that appeals to me so much beyond just generally liking the look and then remembered the first girl i ever was seriously down bad for had black eyes. mortified rn. devastated. the one that got away echoing throughout the rest of my life. lord god

[trashmuis]

In a little over 8 hours from now, I will be in the Netherlands with my husband after 90 days of being apart ❤✈

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

okay but. imagine cowboy!reader is actually very educated. pro-LGBTQ, pro-choice, BLM, acab. very big speaker and doesn't take shit. BUT everyone thinks he isn't gonna educated and such until they're on a case dealing with like a trans kid and he's the first one to step up and comfort the kid and such. man im in the rabbit hole.

Allergies (Not Really)

No no no no no but the way I've started one where something of this theme happens (I don't want to give too much away aha)

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: transphobia, sad reader :( (i teared up a little ngl - it's not sad, he's just sad), guns, bullet wound, fighting, briefly mentions some murders to set the scene a bit, someone calls reader a redneck

Also I just want to say that the relationship between Mia and (Y/N) is completely platonic, maybe familial (a bit older brother-y or fatherly) not anything else. Just because I'm panicking because they spend a lot of time joking about and I wanna make that clear.

Taglist: @xweirdo101x @xdark-acadamiax

Your blood boils when you hear the case, an unsub has been targeting young families (parents and three kids all under the age of sixteen). The last family had a survivor, a twelve-year-old transgender girl named Mia, who was currently in the hospital being treated for a variety of injuries.

Your jaw clenches as you read the hospital report, whilst it wasn't too long (thankfully), you knew she would still have a lot to work through mentally.

"You alright over there, Eastwood?" Morgan asks.

"Just angers me, is all," You answer, not feeling the need to elaborate, feeling the source of your anger being fairly self-explanatory. You miss the concerned look Rossi and Hotch share. 

A few hours later, the jet landed, once everyone was situated at the police station, you turned to the team.

"I'm gonna head to the hospital, make sure Mia's okay," You said.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Rossi’s the one that says it, but you can see everyone's thinking the same thing. 

"Wha- Why wouldn't it be?... Oh I see," You say as the penny finally drops and it clicks, "Y'all think 'cause I'm from the South I'm against her bein' herself?" You sigh softly, rubbing the back of your neck, "Have I not proved myself yet?"

No one says anything for a moment, shocked by the hurt that flashes in your eyes, before they can, you pick your hat back up, settling it on your head, "I'm headin' to the hospital,” You mumble, leaving the room before anyone can say anything.

When you leave the room, you rub your eyes with the back of your hand. 'Not crying,' You try and convince yourself, 'allergies.' You trying to ignore the fact you know, 100%, that you don't have any allergies. 

You get into one of the SUV's and begin making your way to the hospital, ignoring your phone as it lit up with various concerned messages.

The receptionist was a nice woman and was quick to show you to Mia's room (after staring at you hungrily for a few minutes). You gave a small knock before walking in.

"Are you here to tell me I'm too young to know myself as well?" 

You furrow your eyebrows, "No, who told you that?" 

"One of the nurses," She answers with a shrug. 

"You know which one?" 

"The guy with brown hair," She shrugs as she answers, "It's fine though, happens all the time." 

"I personally don't think y'all are too young to realise who you are," You said with a shrug, "I think anyone who thinks that is trynna hide their bias by invalidatin' your identity."

Mia looks at you for a moment, "I like you." She states, "I thought you were going to be against it." 

"I've been gettin' that a lot today, it would seem," You mumble before your head snaps to the door, relaxing when it's just JJ. "Anyway, I'm (Y/N), this is my colleague, Agent Jareau. Mia, you a'right if we ask you a few questions?" 

"Sure,"

"Could you run us through what happened that night?"

"Mum and dad were cooking. We were all sitting at the table doing our homework, and someone knocked on the door." Mia began, "They asked me to open the door, and he grabbed me and put a gun to my head. He shot my dad, then-"

You gave her a small, encouraging smile, "You're doin' great,"

"Did you get a look at the person that did this?" JJ asked, when Mia nodded, she continued, "What did they look like?"

Your eyes widen in worry as the heart machine next to Mia picks up, as does her breathing. You pull yourself together and turn your attention to her, "Mia? Mia, hey," Your voice is soft as you kneel next to her, "You need to take some deep breaths for me sweetheart,"

"Can't-"

You nod at her, "Yes, yes you can," You encourage, "Deep breaths, in, one, two, three, four, five, and out. That was good, keep going," 

It takes a moment, but her breathing evens out and she appeared to be less anxious, "There we go," You grin, "Told ya," 

"Okay, Texas," Your jaw drops slightly, the joke catching you off guard. 

"That's not fair, I can't even say anythin' back without bullin' a child," 

"Ha ha." She responds, you throw your hands up in the air, smiling when she laughs at you. 

JJ rolls her eyes slightly at you with a small smile as the doctor walks in with a few nurses for a routine checkup. Your eyebrows furrow when you see a male nurse with brown hair. Your eyes flick to the name badge, 'Darren', assuming this is the same nurse, you make a mental note of his name.

"We'll be just outside, a'right?"

Her hand shoots out, clinging onto your sleeve, "No! Don't leave!" She looks at you slightly hesitantly, "Please?"

"Hey, hey, it's a'right, I'll stay here," You answer, eyes flicking down to her for a moment before turning to JJ.

"Hotch wants me to go with Morgan to the scene," JJ said, "You good here? I'll let him know,"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good here and thanks," You give a small smile.

When the doctor and nurses left, you turned to Mia, "That nurse you mentioned earlier? The brown-haired one? Was he in the room just now?" 

Mia nodded, "Yeah,"

"Had a name badge on, name Darren?" Mia nodded once more. "Alright, I'll be back in a moment,"

"Where are you going?"

"I just want a quick word with this Darren fella," You shrug, seeing the look on Mia's face you roll your eyes slightly, "Don't you worry your little head about it, I'm not gonna hurt him or anythin'."

"Okay..." She said.

"Is that a'right?"

Mia shrugged, "Sure." You nodded before exiting the room.

Furrowing your eyes when you came face to face with Rossi, "Howdy, I'm just popping out for a few," You said. 

Rossi nodded, walking into the room after you had left. "I'm Agent Rossi," He said, "I work with (Y/N),"

"The cowboy?"

"Yeah, the cowboy," Rossi huffs a small laugh as he sits in his seat. "Have the staff here been treating you okay?"

Mia shrugs, "Yeah," She answers, "There was one nurse but I think Texas has gone to sort him out or something. He might beat him up."

Rossi smiles slightly, "Texas?" 

"Yeah, the cowboy," She said, "I think he's frustrated that everyone keeps assuming he's going to be against me being trans... I'd be frustrated too, I think," She added after a moment's thought. 

You leave Mia, now feeling slightly better that Rossi will be there whilst you're gone. Spotting your target, you speed up.

"Excuse me! Nurse?" The man turns towards you, Darren. "I just wanted to have a word with you about Mia?"

You watch as Darren shifts uncomfortably. "Yes?"

"I just wanted to say that perhaps telling someone they're too young to understand 'emselves probably doesn't make 'em feel a whole lotta good about 'emselves."

Darren looks you up and down slightly as he takes a few steps towards you. "And what exactly do you know?" He scoffs, "I'm surprised a redneck such as yourself can read and write."

"That's some nice deflection there," You said sarcastically, trying not to let it show how much the stereotypes flung into your face hurt. "Just... don't be a dick. If you don't understand somethin', look it up. I'm sure you can read. So perhaps do your research before you project onto a twelve year old girl." With that, you give a forced smile before turning on your heels and head back to Mia's room.

"Welp, that outta have done it," You give a lopsided grin, "A'right Rossi?" 

"I'm fine Kid, you okay?" 

"Yes sir," You answered, "I might grab myself a drink, y'all want anything?"

Mia laughs, "Y'all?"

"Rossi, Imma need your assistance, I'm getting bullied by a twelve year old," 

"Sorry, Kiddo, can't help you there." He chuckled, "I will ask that you grab me a coffee though."

"Coming right up!" 

Hours later, she's sat up on the bed whilst you're sat on a chair (a rather uncomfortable one) next to the bed, Rossi having left an hour ago, both of your gazes focused on a small, empty glass bottle that stood on the overbed tables. Each armed with a small piece of string as a makeshift lasso. 

"You're not a very good cowboy, are you?" Mia observes as you miss once more. 

"Hey, I haven't done this in a while," 

"How longs a while? Never?" She asked, throwing the lasso perfectly once more. 

"I'll have you know its been, okay so it's been like ten years, a'right? You were two last time I had to lasso something," 

"Wow, you're old." 

"I had no idea twelve year olds were so mean, you're about to make a grown man cry,"

Mia gave a laugh, you quickly joining in. You flung the lasso half-heartedly, eyes widening as it hit its target perfectly. "Yeehaw!" 

"Yeehaw? Seriously? You're so lame." You jaw dropped once more. You both jumped as gunshots echoed throughout the hospital, you sat up straight, immediately turning to Mia.

"Mia, I need you to take this," You handed your phone over to her, "The pass code is 1999, okay? You need to phone Hotch. Lock the door behind me, go into the bathroom and lock that door too, okay?"

Mia looked up at you with wide, scared eyes, "Are you gonna be okay?"

"I'm gonna be absolutely fine, a'right?" When she nodded, you gave her a smile, "Don't open this door until I tell you to, or Hotch phones and says to okay?" 

You shut the door, not moving until you heard it lock in place. When you heard the soft click, you nodded to yourself as you began to make your way towards sound.

Seeing a nurse, you jogged up to her, "Ma'am, try and get everyone into their rooms, tell them not to come out, okay?" The nurse nods and runs off. You continue cautiously towards the sound of gunshots, revolver clutched in your hands.

When you find him, he's holding a person close to his chest, what with that and the people running past you, you don't have a clear shot. You meeting eyes with the wide yes of the hostage against his chest, you look at her, giving a small nod as you inch closer. 

When the moment's right, she ducks her head, pulls her elbow back, before slamming it into the guy's ribs. As he curls over, she wiggles out of her grasp, joining the others in fleeing. With a sigh, you brace yourself before charging at the man, tackling him to the floor.

It takes a moment for the unsub to recover, in that time you've delivered a few blows to his face, both of your guns falling during the tackle. He's quick to flip you over, he aims for the torso first, delivering a handful of well-aimed punches. Next, he takes a fist of your hair, slamming your head into the floor. Once, twice, three times before you get the momentum needed to push him off you.

You staggered up, paying no mind to the pain in your head throbbing in beat with your pulse, the blood on the side of you head that's slowly dripping into your eye, or the ache that's spread through your abdomen. You had to either distract this guy until the team got here or knock him out. Either way, you weren't about to let yourself pass out and let this bastard hurt Mia.

As you're breathing deeply through the pain, the unsub has stood, he (however) is not as chivalrous, so he takes the moment make his way over to you. He grabs your shoulders as he pulls his knee to your groin, pushing you to the floor as you double over in pain. Happy with having the advantage, he continues to aim cheap blows to your sides.

Despite this, you stumble up once more, you keeping your left arm wrapped close to your ribs on your right. They were definitely bruised as a minimum. You duck the punch sent your way, wincing slightly as it pulls on your arm and ribs. Both of your eyes lock on the gun at the same time as the pair of you dive for it. He reaches it first, gripping it tightly in his hands as you immediately go for it, to loosen his grip, anything you can think of.

There's a bang and you grunt as a bullet enters the top of your left arm, adding insult to injury. Okay, so disarming him didn't really work.

"FBI!" You sigh in relief as the unsub is pulled away from you, letting your head fall against the cold floor with your eyes closed - trying to get a grip on the pain. You listen as they cuff the bastard before dragging him out of the hospital. You let your eyes flutter open as you begin to push yourself off of the floor. 

"I'm fine," You mumbled, shrugging Hotch's hands off you, "I'm fine, check on Mia."

"Morgan, stay with (Y/N)."

When Hotch is gone, you turn to Morgan, "I'm fine, go help Hotch."

"Sorry, got my order," Morgan said with a shrug. You don't answer, as much as you don't want to admit it, the pain was really starting you affect your headspace. You felt like you couldn't think. "Come on, let's get you checked out." 

You shook your head, "No, I need to check on Mia first," You mumbled, giving a low groan as you pushed yourself up. 

"Alright, lead the way," Morgan said. You don't answer, simply forcing one foot in front of the other until you're back at Mia's room.

"Is he okay?!" You hear Mia's question through the door.

"He's okay," You hear Hotch reassuring her.

"Then where is he?! He said he'd be here as soon as he could!" Mia's panic causes your eyebrows to furrow, "Oh god, he's dead, isn't he?"

You push the door open, trying to look as put together as possible for Mia, not wanting her to panic. "I'm very much alive, thank you very much," You say.

"I thought he killed you!" She exclaims, rushing towards you. You groan when Mia flings her arms around you, burying her head in your chest and she immediately steps back, seeing the blood her eyes widen. "Holy shit he shot you?!"

"Hey, language," 

"Sorry Texas," She grins, and you roll your eyes. 

"Texas?" Morgan grins, "Oh, that is so sticking around,"

You groan slightly, "Seriously?"

"Seriously." 

You turn to Mia, "Thanks kid," You say sarcastically.

"No problem, old man." Your jaw drops once more.

"I don't know if my ego can take all these insults," 

"I don't know what y'all are talkin' about I would never do such a thing to y'all," She says, trying her best to do an impersonation, giggling slightly at the look of disbelief on your face. 

"That- Now that was just a bridge too far-" You barely get the sentence out before you're huffing a laugh (and then wincing because of said laugh).

"Alright, come on, Texas," Derek smirks, placing a hand on your shoulder, "Let's go get you checked out."

You weren’t too injured (thankfully), minus the bullet wound, it was mostly just bruises. Eventually, you were all stitched up and laid in a hospital bed - which you hated, but Hotch had glared at you when you went to protest. 

A soft knock echoed through the door before it opened, a blonde woman poking her head round. You frowned slightly, not recognising her.

"Hi, I'm Mia's aunt," The woman says and you straighten up (ignoring the discomfort).

"Ma'am," You said with a nod.

"I just wanted to say thank you," 

"What for?" You furrowed your eyebrows as she raised hers, motioning to your current state. "Ma'am I was just doing my job."

"Well, either way, thank you." 

You give a small smile, "No worries, Ma'am."

“I’m going to be her guardian now that-” Mia’s aunt paused, taking a deep breath to compose herself before she continued, “After everything and I really appreciate what you did for her.”

You give her a small smile, “Of course, Ma’am.”

She gives you one last smile as she leaves the room, “Oh, agent?” You look at her, “Is it alright if I bring Mia in? We’re about to head off and she wanted to say goodbye.”

You nod, “Yeah, yeah, of course,” 

When the door closes, you push yourself the best you can, the door opens a few minutes later and Mia walks in.

“How y’all healin’?”

“First, I wouldn’t say y’all if it’s just one person,” You said, rolling your eyes, “Second, I’m doin’ a’right,”

“You missed like seven letters in that sentence,” She laughs, you huff a small laugh, forcing a wince down.

“It’s an art form,” You reply. "Your aunt seems nice,"

“She is, I’m going to live with her,” Mia says, smiling, “She lives in California. I can’t wait, apparently my uncle’s been getting a room ready for me,”

“That’s great,” You smiled. "How are you feeling in yourself?" 

"I'm okay," Mia said with a shrug, "I know it's going to be a while until I'm back to one hundred percent, but I'm willing to put in the work."

"Smart kid," You said, "You'll be okay." 

"Oh, Aunty Meg you should have been there earlier! Texas was all like 'how are y'all doin'?' And he made lassos but he was absolutely useless with one and the last time he used one was when I was two and…"

Mia's voice faded as you looked at the hat on the table for a moment, lightly taking it in your own hands, brushing over the material lightly with the pad of your thumb. It was one of your favourite hats. You looked up, seeing the grin on Mia's face as she did her best cowboy impressions, you smiled. "Hey, I think you'll find, every southerner - impersonator or not - needs their very own hat," You said, reaching over to place it on her head. "Perfect, a true southerner!"

"Well I'll be damned!" Mia exclaimed, tilting the hat slightly. 

"Come on, we need to make a move," Mia's aunt said. "I think Uncle Jack's getting restless waiting for us,"

Mia nodded, reaching up and taking the hat off before handing it over to you. You shook your head. 

"Nah, you keep it kiddo, I've got hundreds." You give her a smile. 

Mia walked forward, clinging onto you as she buried her head in your chest, you ignored the dull ache that flared up in your chest as you hugged her back, "I'm gonna miss you."

"I'll miss you too, kiddo," You say, lifting one hand to wipe at your eyes. 

"Are you crying?" Mia asked softly. 

"No." You answered, "I've got allergies."

You wait for Mia to let go before you do, you gave her a small smile, "See you later, a'right?" She nodded, quickly wiping her eyes. 

"See you later Texas," 

The door shut quietly behind the two of them and you were enveloped once more in silence.

Whilst everyone was wrapping up the case, you were sitting in a hospital bed, bored out of your skull. With a sigh, you pushed yourself up, sneaking past the nurses and doctors as you made your way outside, wanting some fresh air. 

You sat yourself down opposite the hospital in the grass, letting yourself pluck a blade of grass from the ground, running it through your fingers as you lost yourself in your thoughts. 

You kept your eyes trained on the grass as Hotch sat down next to you. The pair of you sitting in silence for a moment. “Are you alright?”

“‘M fine, sir,” The answer rolls off your tongue. “Nothing to worry about,”

“If you want to get something off your chest, you can always talk to me,” 

“I know, Hotch,” You said, “I just… struggle with the whole talkin’ about how you’re feelin’,”

Hotch nods in understanding, for someone who doesn’t talk about it, you sure do end up giving a lot away. You both sit in silence.

"I know people think I'm stupid," You mumble, staring intently at the blade of grass between your fingers as you spoke, "I know I have that Southern drawl," You exaggerate your accent slightly before continuing, "That I don't exactly talk like y'all. I know some just see me as some redneck, but I can hold my own. I ain't stupid. And I certainly ain't no bigot."

"I know, we all know that." Hotch replies.

"But you didn't." You pointed out before sighing, "Whatever, it doesn't matter..."

"We were concerned because there was no way could have known."

"You could've just trusted me," You said, “I have, in no way, given any of y’all a reason to believe that I am against anyone in that community. And I get it, I do, it just… stings, is all.”

Hotch doesn’t speak, unsure of what to actually say. Because he did jump to conclusions, they all did.

"I think if she didn't have any family I would have adopted her, or at least tried to, anway," Your eyebrows are furrowed, gaze deepening at the blade of grass as you tore it apart in your hands. "But, hey, she's happy, that's the main thing and her aunt seems like a lovely woman."

With that, you push yourself off of the grass, ignoring the ache that shoots through your body. Leaving Hotch sat on the curb with a frown as you limped back into the hospital for one final check-up before your flight.

You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, “Fuckin’ allergies.”

[signed-loni]

If you still take requests—

Could you write about the Glamrocks reacting to y/n wearing inspired makeup of them?

Almost how Cassie matched eyeshadow/make up with Roxy, since Roxy is her favorite?

I LOVE THISSS

Yall, i have been SO inactive on here, and for that IM SOSOSOSOSO SORRYYY 😭😭😭🙏

but alas, this is sososo cute so i just had to do it. im still working on other requests! So do not fret<3

warnings: None, its all cuteness

not proofread, sorry

reader is gonna be GN

FREDDY FAZBEAR

He thinks its so cute!!

he’ll help you do it when he has the time-

he likes watching you do it, while at the same time helping you remember what his “makeup” looks like

sometimes he’ll let you sit on his lap and just watch you do it, seriously, this guy just LOVES to stare at you

”Fred?” You called out, knocking on the star of Fazbear Entertainments door. “I wanna show you something!” You said, as the door was gently opened, only to reveal the very tall Freddy Fazbear. “Ah, y/n! How nice to see you! And your makeup! How very lovely it is. Looks just as good on you as it does me!”

you giggled at his remark. “Thank you! Took me forever to do. Hopefully (managers name) wont make me take it off. I think the kids would really like it!” You said. “I agree with you, it looks fantastic!”

Montgomery Gator

UGH THIS MANNN

Once you come into work with monty inspired makeup, he’ll tell you to come like that to work everyday

cocky little bastard

”Oh, okay, rockin’ my look huh? Looks good on ya babe”

Bro will NOT shut up about it

As you walked into the mega pizzaplex, faced covered in green eyeshadow and yellow and purple stared eyeliner, mentally preparing yourself for what monty was gonna say, you clocked in and got ready for your daily morning tasks.

As you were checking that everything was in its place, you felt someone was behind you. And you knew exactly who that someone is. “Monty, y’know you cant scare me. I’ve become immune to it” you say, turning around to face him, seeing a smirk spread across his smug face

“Wow, nice look ya got on” monty said, signaling to your eye makeup. “Inspired by yours truly, I assume?” He says, eyeing your, well, eyes. “Wow monty, you just assume things all the time dont ya?” You say, tone laced with saracasm as you turn around back to what you were doing. “Im right though, aint i?” Monty said, smugly. You giggle a bit “that you are, my redneck friend.”

Roxanne Wolf

she absolutely adores it

”Ya look good, sweetheart”

her tail wags viciously when she sees you wearing makeup similar to cassies, but with a little more pazazz (or however you spell that)

Thinks its cute that you wear lipgloss with a purple tint to it! Brings the look to life

You were hanging out at roxy racers, cleaning everything up and goving the go karts gas, when you hear roxy come up behind you. “Hey baby, loved the look you had going on today” she said while hugging you from behind “Thanks roxy! Im glad you liked it. A bunch of the kids and even some adukts complimented me on it. I was almost late for work trying to get it done.” you said laughing.

“The effort payed of though” Roxy said, admiring your perfect winged eyeliner and eyeshadow, along with the eyeliner on your cheeks to mock the stripes she had. “Looks hot, especially on you” roxy said, which made you laugh. “Alright rox, lets get you to parts and service” you said shaking your head and chuckling.

Glamrock Chica

Literally IN LOVEEE

she sees your makeup and freaks out

”OMG OMG OMG ROXY! DO YOU SEE Y/NS MAKEUP??!! THOSE ARE MY MARKS!! AND YOU SEE THE GREEN TRIANGLE EARINGS THEY HAVE ON??!! THEYRE LIKE MINE! OMG!”

couldnt contain her squealing, which eventually led you to hear her, to which you came up to her and she was SO HAPPY

(sorry chicas was so short, I typerd her paragraph but then it DELETED so :(( )

A/N: hope you enjoyed this! Remember to drink water and take care of yourself!! Xoxo loni

[genderqueerdykes]

bigender boyliker boygirl named cody here. i live in a redneck state. my best friend is a southern-accented mullet-having cowboy boot-wearing hick. i recently came out to him and he just said “I knew something was off about you,” and smiled, and then asked me my name and pronouns. i told him he/she and that my name was the same, and he totally accepted me, and even gave me a hug. he swore not to tell anybody and hasn’t since, and i’m thankful for him every day. i already had a little crush on him but now i’m in love.

just letting any southern queers out there know that there is hope, and people may surprise you. just stay safe <3

oh shit!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm so glad he's there for you!!!!! holy moly that's awesome, and im glad he's willing to not out you too, that's incredible!!

there is hope! i'm actually a country boygirl from a small town in the appalachian mountains, very redneck hunting community. life was scary, but i met a lot of other queers and folks who were chill, sometimes even the most "cishet looking" folks can end up being queer themselves or one hell of an ally! there's hope <33 stay safe y'all! thank you so much for your message, this is so sweet

[alter-ego-xxx]

thinking about redneck rosekiller who drive their pickup truck out into fields in the middle of the night and fuck on the hood

nsfw

yes, yes, you get it. They had a few beers and at least a joint each, and evan has the glorious plan that they could go star watching on their balcony... an idea forms in bartys head, and after telling ev that the stars are more visible in the middle of the dark field, he drives them out in his big pickup truck. they lean against the hood and smoke some more. It starts innocently enough with a few kisses, but they realize that there is NO NONE for miles around them... and they're very high.... and barty pins ev against the hood and fucks him until hes shaking. beer and joint break. barty thinks they're about to go home, but OH whats that?? evans belt is around his wrists and keeps him from reaching out, hes turned around and fucked from behind so good until theres not only stars in the sky but also behind his eyelids.

also im sooo fucking happy to recieve asks, just know i love everyone who sends one (if you send a ask, you're basically stroking my cock).

[dallasgallant]

its 530am here give me your favourite headcanons and unpopular opinions im delirious

Ooo I’ll try to think some up, been a busy day so this might not be the best. Can’t let this lie till when I have a better answer, if I don’t know I’ll explode.

Johnny likes staying with Two-bit the best because his family has a sleeper sofa. He does have to use his sisters spare sheets/blankets… and he is a little worked up about using girls sheets but it means a lot to get comfort where he can.

Johnny drinks. Not a lot, usually only two and he takes it slow.

Steve’s nose is crooked from having his nose broken one too many times. It’s not too noticeable unless you look close but there’s a definite slant

Steve and soda simultaneously hold eachother back from doing stupid, high energy shit… it doesn’t work that well and that’s part of the reason soda drags pony along everywhere

Darry’s main hangout is the gym because he feels his masculinity is a bit threatened by doing a bulk of housework and nagging (stereotypical mother behavior) he knows he’s being dramatic about it but feels he needs to prove something.

Dally isn’t very good at sweet talking someone as if it’s not quick his pride quickly gets in the way

Pony’s clothes are 98% hand me downs

Unpopular opinions-

Idk why everyone else thinks Dally is FROM New York but I don’t see it that way. More he was raised in Tulsa, went away for a while and then came back. Either with family or on his own (the implication he moved all over the place or on his own is either from a tweet or purely the musical and idk why — I just-)

I talk a big talk about rodeo stuff but fandom should also lean into the fact the boys are a bunch of rednecks. Like in general but there’s also a lot of interesting class issues underlining the story and idk people seem afraid of the fact they’re poor?

Literally no one in the story is “the bad guy” or “evil” like the entire message is about nuance and everyone’s human and complex but my god will that go over everyone’s head for someone to blame.

I’m a time period stickler when it comes to writing fic/headcanon/meta. Sort of unpopular in that I find the research and stuff fun (I promised to make time period help posts… I’ll get on that sometime) not everyone likes doing this or is as particular and that’s fine. This is more a unpopular thing I do than opinion

[incorrectly-quoting-mxtx]

Ridiculous shit I’ve heard college students say:

Is anyone else craving shaving cream?

Freddy Fazbear is a whore

The only thing that turns me on is rocket science

Im only one dumb enough to take my own advice.

Give me my drink you machine of Satan

“Think she’ll get mad if I eat barbecue wings in the classroom?” “Possibly.”

Coding is the purest form of masochism.

The scientific method was made to verify stupid decisions.

Being okay is relative.

It’s not murder if it’s consensual!

Florida does not have rednecks. Florida has Florida men.

The only people who can be trusted less than engineering students are tuba players

Bold of you to assume that I know what I’m doing with my life.

Do you know how many calories are in Uranium?

*to their friend* You’re asking a lot of questions for someone who’s a figment of my imagination.

They’re high heels not a war crime

Why do the laws of physics have to get in the way of fun

*not at all sincerely* I’m sorry that I’m smarter than you

*To a professor* It’s okay, you can say it went to hell, we all agree with you.

“What goes on inside your head?” “Not much, actually.”

It’s always really hard to tell the difference between a philosophy major and the local weed dealer.

*in immense pain* who invented triangles?!

Why do you need to be an engineer when you could be a dumbass with a knife?

You have kneecaps and I don’t have money, one of these things is going to change.

Please steal my identity, I don’t want it.

Bold words coming from someone within stabbing range

Jared, 19, is a fake illiterate, I’m a real illiterate

Hey Siri, what’s my stripper name?

How much iron supplement is required to kill a child?

She’s not my waifu, she’s just another girl!

*Very loud, very intense argument about the proper amount of mayonnaise that goes on a sandwich*

That’s how I get shot, HeHe straight to hell.

Fuck Google! We optimize our own routes!

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

spoilers: set in season 3, references to previous locations

Soft Spot For Ya

Rounding the corner to the only available cell in the block, you throw your bag onto the top bunk.

“Oh, I am totally taking the top bunk, you can kiss my sugar coated ass!” You cheer, looking over your shoulder at Daryl as you climb up the ladder to the second bunk. Your best friend chuckles and shakes his head, dumping his bag on the second bunk.

“Back in a room with you again, as if the end o’ the world couldnt get any worse!” Daryl teases as he sits down on the bunk beneath you.

Gasping, you lean over your bunk to smack him in the head with a pillow.

“Hey, dont be an ass! I am your absolute favourite roommate!”

Daryl rolls his eyes. “Sure ya are.”

You lie back on your bunk with your arms behind your head, smiling up at the ceiling. “If you actually disliked me, Im sure you would’ve kicked me out of your tent, or off of your part of the farm - all this evidence is against you mister, you sure you wanna take this case to court?”

Daryl sighs in defeat. “Alright alright, I get it, I got a soft spot for ya.”

This was a statement that Daryl realised to be true the day he met you. Back at the quarry, while Daryl was out on a hunt, he found you wandering the woods all on your own. You had no weapons and barely any food or water in your bag. When he asked you how you’d made it that far, you smiled bigger than he’d seen anyone smile since the world changed, and you said “Just kept running!”

He led you back to the camp, and as soon as the two of you cleared the trees, Shane dropped whatever was in his hands and marched over, shaking his head.

“Naw, we dont jus’ let anyone stay here.”

Naturally, you had an immediate disliking to Shane, considering he barely glanced at you, let alone introduced himself. Your smile fell from your face, and you stayed quiet, not out of fear, but just to observe the situation for a little longer to figure out the dynamic of this group.

Daryl’s gestures to you. “I’ll take full responsibility for ‘er. She was out there completely by herself, she aint got nobody, ya shouldnt turn her away man.”

You smiled kindly at Daryl to thank him in a way that wouldnt disturb the conversation, and he nodded back at you in reply. Shane’s next words tore your smile from your face yet again.

“Oh, and I ‘spose her life’s been saved by some piece of shit redneck?” He seethed, taking a step closer to Daryl. It fascinated you that nobody else in the group tried to prevent this. Clearly Shane’s reign of aggression had everyone under submission, except for Daryl, and then, you.

You frowned, bravely standing slightly in front of Daryl. “Hey! Dont talk to him like that!”

Shane shook his head at you, laughing without humour. “Oh, naw, see you dont get to speak to me, you aint one of us!”

You throw your arms in the air, making big gestures as you let him have a piece of your mind. “I dont give a flying fuck if you consider me as part of your group, the fact is I’ve been here two whole minutes and in that time all you’ve done is act like an ass, and judging by the faces of everyone ‘round here, you make a habit of that, and that’s not okay! The world going to shit doesnt give you the right to think you own it, asshat. And if you could refrain from insulting Daryl - who has a name, in case all the hot air in your head made you forget - I’ll refrain from breaking your goddamn nose.”

The quarry fell silent, Daryl’s eyes had been locked on you from the moment you stepped out in front of him, and he was utterly hypnotised by you. Nobody had ever defended him like that.

Very slowly, Dale started to clap for you, then T-Dog and Glenn joined in.

Lori, Carol, Andrea and Any couldnt help smiling and laughing, a mixture of shock and of ‘serves him right’.

Shane was scowling at you. Dale raised his hand.

“I, for one, would like to vouch for this girl’s permanent residence!” He offered, throwing you a kind smile, which you gladly returned. “Who’s with me?” Dale called, and within a few seconds, everyone else in the group had an arm in the air.

Daryl walked to stand beside you, lifting his arm in the air to cast his vote before swinging it around your shoulders.

“Looks like yer outnumbered, go cry about it.” Daryl said to Shane childishly, making everyone laugh as he walked you back to his tent.

Ever since, the two of you have been inseparable. When Rick found the group, he actually assumed that you and Daryl had been dating since before the apocalypse, he was truly shocked to find out that you’d only known each other a couple of months, and you werent dating. You kept your word with Shane, and ended up breaking his nose on the farm after he made the mistake of insulting Daryl again. Considering how protective you got of Daryl, you were intending to break more than Shane’s nose, but you were pulled off him by none other Daryl Dixon himself, who took you away to calm you down and bandage your knuckles, while Rick calmed down Shane. Thankfully, it wasnt long before Shane was dead, and with him went the usual cause for your anger.

Now, things between you and Daryl are complicated in a way that is complicated to everyone except the two of you.

“Hey, Daryl?” You call down to him from your bunk after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“Yeah?” Daryl replies, curious as to what random thought has popped into your head all of a sudden.

“You think now we’ve got a more solid place to stay, you’re gonna take me out to dinner?” You ask him, and Daryl is silent, waiting for something that he cant put words to. After a few lengthy seconds, you burst out laughing.

Daryl scoffs and pushes himself up to stand away from his bunk. “An’ ya call me an ass!”

You roll over onto your stomach you’re laughing so hard, while Daryl shakes his head and searches through his bag. He’s about to walk out of the cell, but you stop him.

“Hey! Where’d ya think you’re going?” You question.

“Anywhere away from you!” Daryl retorts sassily, turning around to look at you from the cell doorway.

You laugh, using your hand to beckon him back over, and he rolls his eyes but strolls back over to you. Daryl stands at your bunk, and you grab the back of his head to pull him close to you, kissing his forehead from your place on the top bunk.

Beaming at Daryl, you let go of him, and he scoffs, blushing and shaking his head.

“Love yooouuuu!” You call as he shuffles out of the cell.

“Yeah, whatever!” Daryl yells back, and you fall back onto your bed in fits of laughter again.

Nobody else could understand what it was between you and Daryl, but they didnt need to. You didnt need to put a name to it, a name makes it too simple, there’s no word to describe the adoration you two have for each other. The world has moved past the need for simplistic relationship titles. All that matters is that you are each other’s best friends, and each other’s sources of comfort, strength, and love. Even if nobody else understood your relationship, they couldnt deny that those things were true in everything you did for each other.

[jamesheathridge]

chris is such a guy im kinda obsessed with him. definitely peaked in high school and is now just working some dead end job in the shitty town he grew up in. working both the closing & the opening shift on the same day which makes me think him or his family aren't doing too well financially. his girlfriend is very blatantly bisexual looking. coined the term Pussy Nuggets. he fucks his girl in the freezer regularly. weirdly gets off on bullying his twink coworker. thinks he can beat a 30 year old redneck in a fight. if this movie was set in 2024 he'd probably post soyjaks unironically

[dearinglovebot]

If the Grady family ever met the Nublar Six Five, how would they interact? Who would really vibe with each other, who wouldn’t?.

maisie being the closest to their age means I think she’d get along with them the best. she has a pretty similar personality to brooklyn and yaz so they’d either mesh very well or clash over it. I lean towards get along pretty well. sammy would be a little overwhelming at first but sammy is also the most insistent that she break out of her shell with the group. very much giving “hey she’s just like you were yaz!”. darius and her would have a very chill dynamic where they understand each other and could probably problem solve their way out of any situation. ben? they’re chill. but kenji is who is gonna have to grow on her the most. early seasons kenji is going to drive her crazy but later season kenji might grow on her. she’s going to find him annoying and he’s going to see her as quiet and broody. they’re going to be have to trapped in an escape room together before they become real friends.

the hidden adventure episode probably had the right idea in saying that yeah JWCC darius would love a dude who worked directly with velociraptors. maybe not JWCT darius who is being hunted for sport, but JWCC darius would be begging for velociraptor infodumps. what were their interactions with each other like? did they have biome preferences? what types of calls could they make with each other? he wouldn’t be asking owen about his day he’d be going straight to “did they have different sounding voices?? how many words did they know?? what types of enrichment were they given??”

owen overall is going to be a much easier sell to the kids than claire. yasmina is going to make fun of him the moment he says “alpha”, brings up motorcycles, or does the hand thing. the only way he is winning her over is if he shows his #vulnerable side over the dinosaurs or his family. basically she isn’t going to like him until she’s given a reason to believe he isn’t some weird emotionally repressed redneck. and speaking of rednecks, owen is semi-canonically from the south so that’s winning points with sammy. they probably share stories about cow tipping and everyone else goes “what the fuck does that mean”.

he’d get on with ben and brooklyn fine but kenji has a habit of annoying most people so im inclined to believe he’ll be considered a “little shit” type kid. pre-fk owen and early seasons kenji would require intensive care to get along 1v1 but after that then they have potential. now that owen has experienced #Fatherhood he’ll be more inclined to make an effort to reach out to troubled teen kenji™. it will have the same vibes as a school guidance councilor and class clown where the kid says the councilor is soooo lame but still asks for a hug at graduation.

like I said above, claire is going to be the hardest sell for all of them. she is Miss Jurassic World in the flesh. they’re not going to trust her at all. but she feels really bad about the whole incident so she’s going to do her best to pay off any therapy bills or travel expenses for the families.

kenji is the only she feels the most guilt towards because she actually knows him from his dad. on the island, he annoyed her (he was objectively very annoying) but now that she’s reformed she just feels bad because he was probably just acting out because his family dgaf. kenji initially doesn’t trust her even more because she ran in the same circles as his dad. but he also recognizes how much she’s changed since then and it makes him kind of upset because his dad wouldn’t do half the things she did for maisie. they have a very complex dynamic where claire feels indebted to him for everything that’s happened (with both the island and his neglectful dad) and he has to work through a lot of daddy issues whenever they interact. they get each other in a nuanced way but it’ll keep the relationship strained for a long time.

sammy is the most willing to give her a chance because she wants to believe that someone like claire can change. and claire is going to try her hardest with that chance to prove she wants to mend things however she can. for a while, sammy is going to be the only one really holding conversation with her but the others are kind of using that to gage if they want to take a chance on her too.

darius will be the next person to take that leap of faith cause she does seem like she’s putting in an effort. she’s a full blown activist and mother now after all. claire appreciates them both immensely and has probably cried at least once over winning them over. they have a lot of similar moral stances post-fk so there’d be a very easy dynamic. she values everything about her park a lot more and he’s happy to talk with her about it. she’s got a collection of anecdotes about the dinosaurs and their handlers and he appreciates what she shares.

yas may always be a little weary of her but her knack for terrorism is going to appeal to ben the arsonist and brooklyn the true crime detective. she’s got so many leads about lockwood manor for brooklyn to chase down. she may not totally love claire but she does respect her. as for ben, i think if anyone was going to commit burglary it would be them. she would refuse to “encourage” his behavior (because she wants to at least pretend she’s a responsible adult) but if it happens then it happens okay! they’re as bad as each other and shouldn’t be left alone

weeew that was a lot. loved getting this ask

[charleslee-valentine]

Butterfly Bleu

ship: LG x Stretch x Chop Top (Bobby Sawyer)

word count: ~3,900

warnings: Alcohol and drunkenness, briefly implied abusive family dynamics, very mild sexual content.

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Drink in hand, an arm around her waist, Stretch observed the crowd of bodies.

Chaos isn’t her thing, she’d much prefer spending tonight with her honey alone, but what the boss says goes, so they’re throwing their little publicity party, and she’ll pretend she isn’t irritated by it.

The alcohol is disgusting. She takes one sip and grimaces, looking around for something to focus on other than the taste damn near close to gasoline that lingers on her tongue.

One man manages to catch her eye.

Even with LG holding her close, she’s been looking for something more. Her heart just longs for a kind of love that can fit more than two people in it.

It’s something they’ve talked about, something he claims to be more than okay with in theory. Stretch knows his jealous little heart might take some time getting used to it. It’s sweet honestly, how defensive of their relationship he gets. Nobody ever cherished her like LG cherishes her. There’s reason to believe he’d tell her honestly if he didn’t think the whole multiple partner thing wouldn’t work.

So she doesn’t feel too guilty about getting caught up on the man across the room.

There’s something eye-catching about him, be that the waist length, inky black hair swiveling about, the rainbow tie-dye shirt straight out of the sixties, or the way he sways and jostles to the music. She likes his energy, likes his carefree nature, even if she can tell he’s had a few too many to drink.

Thing is, this is still a party for the station. A ploy to bring in all the employees and the sponsors and shit to this idiotic get together so they wouldn’t give up on the ridiculously long shifts. But this special man, well Stretch doesn’t recognize him at all. Looks like they’ve got themselves a party crasher.

After a while of just watching, she leans into LG a little more strongly, asking him, without ever looking away from her point of interest, “Who do you s’pose he is?”

An expression reminiscent of a pout, and a little shrug of his shoulders, is all the answer she needs, even before he follows it up with, “Hell if I know, darlin’.”

Huh. She must be being obvious then. It’s not like the hippie and her redneck have enough in common to say she has a type. Maybe LG even got his eye on the man too.

Stretch’s mind is made up in a heartbeat.

“I’m gonna go talk to ‘im.”

LG though, he holds on a little tighter, scowling his distaste, “You up to date on yer shots?”

Now, his mean and his teasing are two totally different animals. She’d know it if he really didn’t approve. His voice gets all deep and his face gets all red in that way that makes her stomach flutter. This is just part of his game, the son of a bitch.

She gives his shoulder a light smack, and scolds him, “LG!”

His hands raise up in self defense, “Just sayin’ honey. Boy don’t look like the mingling type.”

Mhm. Alright.

She lifts her chin up and defiantly declares, “Well I think he’s cute.”

The confirmation softens LG enough for him to uncoil his arm from around her and let her go off on her little adventure. He’d stay close behind, but the flirting isn’t really his thing, never was. Softy.

Stretch pulls away after one final press of her lips to his cheek, and marches her way on over.

“Hey there.”

The object of her affection whips to look at her, blinking his eyes fast, like he’s gotta focus back in on reality. A smile stretches across his face, slow and lazy-like. Yeah, he’s more than a little tipsy. Something she notices in his smile, is he’s got an overbite. Cute.

After a moment of just looking, he waves, shaking his fingers in a little rippling motion. His giant smile turns into a loose giggle. Lord, this boy is wasted. Probably explains why they ran out of beer bottles an hour or so ago and had to dig some out of stock.

So, it becomes less about asking his little ass to bed, and more about taking care of him.

First, niceties. “Haven’t seen you ‘round before. I’m Stretch.”

He nods for a long time, letting her nickname sink in. Or maybe just not realizing he’s supposed to say something for a moment. Eventually, he bursts out with, “I-I’m Bobby! M-My brothers call me Ch-Chop Top though.”

Doesn’t sound the most endearing. Stretch raises an eyebrow.

“Would it be rude of me to ask ya why?”

“Oh, i-it’s ‘cause of this. Lookie.”

Without waiting a second or even taking a breath, Bobby parts his hair, pulling back the long strands to reveal a crude looking scar. It spans across almost the entire side of his head, in a thick jagged line.

For some reason, Stretch’s instinct is to reach out and touch.

The more strange thing is, he lets her. Locks eyes with her and leans into the foreign touch like it isn’t weird at all.

Her fingers trace the mark, imagining the ghosts of pain, feeling the tugs in her heart for a stranger. Some kind of connection brought her over here, and dammit it’s keeping her rooted to the spot.

Soft is the only word for it when she asks him, “What happened there, honey?”

“‘Chete. I-I-I let my guard d-down.”

Seems about likely for a boy who let her touch a vulnerable place like that. Stretch doesn’t know what to say, other than that she kind of wishes she could’ve been there for him back then. Not the most appropriate sentiment to share right away.

Lucky for her, LG was snooping. He presses close behind her and asks, making assumptions from the nature of the wound.

“So, you a vet’ran then?”

Stretch puts her hand back on LG’s chest, but rolls her eyes at him, playful more than anything, “Don’t worry ‘bout LG. He likes mindin’ other folks' business.”

“Hey, I served two tours in ‘Nam myself.” LG isn’t really offended, but he could pass it off as being so. It’s cute how his voice gets all high when he gets defensive. For the sake of the one who doesn’t know this story already, LG addresses Bobby with a further introduction, “Chief warrant officer in the navy.”

Bobby looks like he’s thinking for a minute, like it takes effort to remember his own role in the war, which wouldn’t be too surprising since it’s been years, and a head injury could do that to ya, “A-Army staff s-sergeant. V-Corps trained.”

Stretch doesn’t know much about the military beyond what she needs to, the violence and the toxicity is even less her scene than some random party. Still, even she knows that that position outranks LGs unit.

LG himself raises his eyebrows up, impressed, and gives a flirtatious little salute.

Their beau seems to blush, though it’s hard to tell in the lighting of the dimly lit party, “Aw, g-gee.”

They can however be certain that he twirls his hair around his finger like a cartoon character on a first date, all flattered and shy now.

LG looks to Stretch and Stretch to LG. They’re both just a little bit in love.

Thoughts start to wander. Things like arms around little waists and kisses on pale skin. Both of them get a little lost in it.

Bobby interrupts the intensity with a simple question after leaning into their space, “H-Hey, what’s this-this p-party for anyhow?”

Stretch answers automatically to pretend she isn’t flustered from getting caught in such a mind space, “New record for listeners on our radio station.”

His eyes get all wide and shine with excitement, that leeches into his limbs as he bounces slightly, “Y-You’re th-that Stretch?”

So he’s a fan. Stretch smiles bright as LG, always a little bitter about nobody knowing his name from the radio, gives a little scoff.

She gives her man a little bit of a shove but keeps her attention on Bobby, “The one and only.”

That confirmation only seems to make him more excited. He taps his fingers together and widens his stance, rocking back and forth on his heels, “Me a-and my little brother, B-Bubba, we listen to ya a-all the-the time!”

“Then you know I’m not so interesting.” Stretch denies.

It’s not false modesty. Droning on about radio contests and fun facts about Texas isn’t exactly Stretch’s idea of enthralling. Trust in it that as soon as she can find a better gig than working shifts at the station with her honey, she’ll be leaving the head banging music far behind in her past.

“N-No way! I-I think you’re the-the cool-est!” Bobby insists right back.

Guy’s got some of the longest hair Stretch has ever scene, shades on in the dark, and did time in the service, and he thinks Stretch is cool? Mark her down as pleasantly surprised.

Enough of this introductory awkward flirting. Stretch takes his hands and brings him closer, right up to where she can finally see the color of those eyes behind the purple hue of the glasses. Pretty pale blues.

They tic and twitch and never focus on one thing. For just a moment, Stretch considers putting a little distance between them again. If there’s drugs in his system, she’s not interested. There’s a reason she doesn’t date the college dropout losers her own age.

But she can feel him tense up, feel the little jerks of his muscles spanned out over the next few moments, and feel him trying to force them away. She’d heard of a syndrome like that and her beau must have it.

In the face of feeling him try to pull away and hide it, the motions many have probably told him were shameful, she makes sure it’s known how she feels.

“It sure flatterin’ having someone like you say such nice things about me.”

It’s his turn to get a little bashful.

Bobby’s cheeks flush pink enough to put a rose bush to shame, highlighting the wine colored birthmark on his cheek and making it appear a striking red. Stretch really, really wants to kiss it. So she does.

When he turns his face away to hide his blushing, she presses her lips to his skin, real gentle, barely a ghosting over.

His lanky ass arms squeeze a little tighter, finally realizing just how close the two of them have gotten. Maybe because of that, or maybe to hide that he’s so damn flustered, he speaks up.

“Oh, you wanna d-dance, Miss Stretch?”

Good enough excuse for holding a handsome stranger in her arms and kissing on him. She exchanges holding his hands for wrapping her arms around him, even if she were one to let him lead, the height difference might have made it a little difficult. Low around his waist is more her speed.

“Sure thing, honey.”

The music isn’t good, it’s the signature shitty riffs they play on the station, but she’s not gonna lie and say it isn’t any good for grinding up against a cute boy. And, alright, maybe she’ll admit she’d had a few tonight even though the liquor was gross. Something nice about getting lost in the contact and the heat and the thumping of a bass guitar in time with two heartbeats.

Three really, they haven’t forgotten LG.

Stretch reaches behind herself for him and tugs him closer, a little flutter in her chest when he puts a hand on the small of both her back and Bobby’s, keeping them close together.

“H-Hope I-I’m not step-steppin’ on no toes, officer.”

There’s a glint in his eye to match his sharp smile. Something competitive and playful, but neither of them miss the little bit of hope there too.

LG, for his part, doesn’t admit to the underscores of jealousy in his heart that struck down past attempts at this before they even got this far. A little shrug is all he gives, “Don’t mind it none. Girl don’t belong to me, so...”

“That’s right, I don’t.” Stretch gives a satisfied hum and kiss to her man, the silent praise that he’s trying to get out of his comfort to get what he wants. Which is, “But me and LG don’t mind sharin’, do we honey?”

LG just shrugs again. So he’s still a little shy. That ain’t a crime.

Their Bobby isn’t shy though.

“Y’all’s s-swingers ‘en?”

Just coming right out with it.

Might not be the word they use, but it’s good enough for now. Stretch can’t help herself that she gives a giggle of a laugh, “Somethin’ like that. You interested, sugar?”

It’s not like they love ‘em and leave ‘em, this is meant as a lasting sort of arrangement. Still, gotta start somewhere, and he seems pretty into the idea.

“S-Sure! I-I could use me some-some action.”

Dork. Stretch snorts at him and holds his face in between her hands. Giddy on alcohol and mostly love, she decides to kiss him, on the mouth this time.

Bobby kisses like a starved man. Hell, the way he’s trying to jump her, he’d have probably knocked a tooth out if Stretch wasn’t in control. Just the tiniest tug on a few strands of his hair has him back off enough they both get a second to breathe without choking on any tongues.

In that moment, with their boy hunched over and hiding in her shoulder, LG comes on the other side and reminds in her ear, “Darlin’, this guy’s drunker’n a jaybird. He ain’t comin’ home with us tonight.”

As if she’s perfectly sober. Spiked punch ain’t the same as her usual drink or two on the weekends. Only sober enough to have her senses about her.

“I know it, LG. But I ain’t gonna leave him for any roamin’ paws and pricks in this place.” She gives her reasoning firmly.

LG narrows his gaze just a little, “Well, get a move on, girly.”

Ah. So he’s gettin’ riled up. She’ll hold him to that later. For now, she’ll agree it’s time to get the hell out of here.

Instead of reigniting the kiss, she poses her Bobby a question, “Sugar, how’d you get here tonight?”

It takes him a bit to remember. For once, while he’s wracking his brain, he seems totally calm, and it’s almost unsettling. Loose energy is his natural state much more than worrying.

Finally, he recalls, “I-I come alllll by my-myself. N-None of m-my brothers is even w-with me!”

No way he’s driving his little ass anywhere like this. Stretch gives him an offer, “LG and me, we could take you home, honey.”

Not even the vagueness could lure him in. Maybe he sensed they intended to put him to bed and get a good breakfast in him and the morning and wanted nothing to do with the domesticity. When he shakes his head no, Stretch almost gets disappointed.

Turns out, he has a different kind of domesticity at home. The nagging family kind.

“N-Nah. Old m-man won’t be happy. I-I’s jus’ g-gonna stay out for-forever.”

“Our place then? LG can sleep on the couch.” Stretch immediately counters, just teasing some to make him comfortable.

“Hey!”

LG’s pouting doesn’t last long.

“Th-Thought we was sh-sharin’?” Bobby accompanied his comment by slinging his arm around LG and leaning more into him.

A packed party isn’t the best place for it, but it’s nice seeing him follow through on half of the deal. Nicer when LG turns the soft red color of the checks on his shirt.

He only pretends to roll his eyes as he clumsily fishes his keys from his pocket with the weight of two tipsy lovers against him, “Oh, alright.”

Parting the crowd and getting to the door is the easy part. Stretch leads, the three of them forming a chain by locking hands. It wouldn’t be too strange to try to stick together through the mass of bodies. Nobody would know about them, so long as they got out now.

“C’mon then. But you’re gonna keep your hands to yourself, okay?”

Bobby’s a-stumbling, but he’s happy and giggly as ever, barking in response, “Yes, m-ma’am!”

Only, as soon as they get him inside LG’s convertible, he’s passed out. Like a goddamn lightswitch. Stretch finds a flannel overshirt in the boot and lays it over him. Seems like the right thing to do with the top down and all. And it’s just romantic.

All ideas of romance go out the window when Bobby woke up and hurled his guts down the side of the car. At least it was on the road and not when they’d been on the dance floor.

Stretch turned around and rubbed his bony back through it. The alcohol and the disorder in his body and the old head wound, it couldn’t be good for anybody. LG had grimaced about his Chevy taking the hit, but at least asked up on him after.

Guarded as he is, he’s right about having a soft little heart under it all.

LG even carries him inside once they get there, and does, in fact, give Bobby his usual spot on the bed. His defense is that it’s different now that he got sick. Sure, sure. Stretch won’t burst his bubble just yet.

She will wander into the kitchen to make herself some tea though. Ain’t no way she’s going to sleep with this much of a buzz. A warm cup of lemon and honey usually seems to help clear her system.

Nurturing the mug, perched on the arm of the ratty couch, she asks LG, “Think he’ll wanna stay?”

“We sure he’s got any place else to go?” LG leans back in a reclined position, arm slung up by Stretch, but she can see his gears turning. Sweet thing isn't as relaxed as he can look.

Stretch tries to be reassuring, “He said he had family. I trust him.”

Doesn’t do much. LG thought of something she hadn’t. “Still don’t mean he really does. Lots of boys like us come home found out their families wanted nothin’ to do with ‘em.”

She doesn’t really see what difference it makes.

“Well it’s up to him, then.”

“And you’re alright with whatever he decides?”

Uh-huh. Stretch isn’t buying this. She puts a hand on LGs chest and gives it a push, sinking him back into the cushions just a bit. “You seemed quite fine when he was complimentin’ you. Jealous.”

“I ain’t-“ She rolls her eyes before he finishes, but he starts over in stride. Arguing like it even matters, “Vanita, I ain’t jealous.”

If he insists.

Stretch wears a smug little smile, hand drifting to his thin curls so he won’t hold it against her, “Good. Bobby’s gonna stay LG. Long as he needs. So I suggest you quit your poutin’.”

It isn’t the arrangement he objects to. LG isn’t going to lie and suddenly pretend he wasn’t interested. It’s just her teasing that gets him all flushed and irritated. He’s going to object to it again, “I ain’t-“

But Stretch isn’t hearing it. “Hush.”

Instead of letting it sit, she leans down to him and gives him a soft kiss. Something to tide over his longing heart maybe. Or just to shut them both up before their cat and mouse game turns a little more into a predator's vicious chase. No fun in that.

“Oh, awright.” The kiss softened him up. A little kindling of a smile even starts to spread across his face. Along with an idea in his head, “I’m checkin’ on your guest.”

Stretch won’t even try to hide how happy that makes her. The little burst of pleasant energy she gets is expressed by a wiggle in her shoulders, and a scrunch of her nose from how hard she’s smiling.

“Go ‘head. Give him a kiss for me.” To accentuate, she blows LG a little smooch, over to where he’s starting to walk away.

Of course, he pretends to be grumpy and swat at it like a bug flying around his head. Once he’s alone again is another story though. Well, alone with the sleeping Bobby in their bed.

Even in his sleep, he has those little twitches and jerks. They’re more subtle, but the motion never stops, not fully.

His scar is probably partly responsible for that. Peace don’t come easy. Not for anyone that saw what he would’ve, let alone with his injury.

Like this, LG can see a few places where the marred flesh stands out, barely hidden by a few strands of hair. The sickness he feels isn’t disgust, but remorse. Sadness for how much this lone soldier had gone through. More than they’d ever know probably.

When he’s sobered up they can ask Bobby about his situation, but talking ain’t the same as living it. Even his own career ending injury- a bullet two inches away from his spinal cord -wasn’t nothing like that, just enough he needed some monitoring, but not the counseling.

Maybe if he got it worse, he’d be just as wayward, just as eager to lose himself in some sleazy affair.

A new spark of sympathy lights up in his heart.

It’s all a game normally, but this, this man in their bed, ain’t nothing but serious. Ain’t gonna play it off or hide it when he fixes the covers over the damned skinny thing, ghosting the faintest kiss over his temple on the same side as his scar.

Wither way couldn’t have hidden it from Vanita if he’d wanted to. She’d silently crept her way over to watch from the doorway.

Like he’s been caught, defeated even, LG offers a monotonous, “Hell. Guess we’re keeping ‘im.”

“Oh, I knew you couldn’t say no!” Stretch tries to keep her voice low to not disturb sleeping beauty, but it crackles and squeaks with excitement.

It’s worth seeing the way she lights up.

She bounces her little ass over to him, her bracelets and little silver earrings a-twinkling. Not one for hiding emotion, at least not here in private, she’s overloaded with enough of that cheer she can’t keep it all inside.

Burying her face in his chest so the sound is muffled enough to not wake Bobby, she downright squeals. Would be a waste not to wrap his arms around her.

LG sways with her a moment, til enough of the happy feelings fly off and leave her be. It’s then he decides to tumble with her into bed, clothes on and all, on the side that would usually be hers alone.

Turns out the three of them could share the bed after all, so long as someone squeezed in the middle. Stretch assumed that position tonight, knocking out almost as fast as their beau had once she finally hit the pillows.

That just leaves LG, watching over and deciding, that even if he was admittedly a little more difficult than usual about the choice, he wouldn’t take it back. Against all hell, they’re gonna fight to make it work this time.