* I’M HOMESICK .

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ៚ 𝑹hett 𝑨bbott .

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⠀ 𝑻ime moves so 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑛 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘
⠀ I swear I feel my organs f͟a͟i͟l͟i͟n͟g̲.
⠀ I⠀stopped⠀ caring ⠀ ‘bout ⠀ a
⠀ 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ⠀𝑎𝑔𝑜.⠀ Since⠀ then⠀it’s
⠀ been⠀ ⠀⠀s͟m͟o͟o͟t͟h͟⠀ ⠀ ⠀s͟a͟i͟l͟i͟n͟g̲.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀↯

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Sharp inhale.
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀then… a sneeze.

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» was creepy up his body taking its sweet time to catch on that he was no longer attempting to reach for it.

instead, he’s throwing his legs over the bed so he could start shoving his feet into his shoes. “grab my keys? I just gotta find my sweatshirt n’ we can go.”

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he was maneuvering to sit up before she could get to the word microwave. taking a moment to collect himself, a knuckle comes up to rub at his eye and he’s shaking his head.

⠀ ⠀⠀ “naw, no way. not this late, I’m comin’ with ya.”

it’s spoken with a heavy tongue, sleep that »

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that was enough to earn his head lifting. it turns so he could squint at the bright red letters of the clock that resided on her bedside table. then back so he could squint up at her.

⠀ ⠀⠀ “a drive? this late? what for?”

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arms are tucked under his pillow. his body lays stomach down. with both eyes closed, he offers a hum.

⠀ ⠀⠀ “I guess you could say I am.—are you awake?”

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» when the soft sound of his girlfriend’s voice came from over head.

he was propped with only his head resting against the bed’s headboard; the comforter tugged up almost to his chest. it forced him to crane his head in order to look up at her, an eyebrow arched.

⠀ ⠀⠀ “hm?”

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settled in under the covers beside her, Rhett’s own eyes were glued to the flickering blue light of the screen across the room. unlike Lacey, rhett was finding himself mindlessly enthralled with the characters who he did not know. in fact, the plot was just starting to thicken »

[leila aka pip. @virtusamores]

❝nothing is ever…

top gun: maverick oc.
leila ‘pip’ floyd.
former weapons officer.
waitress over at the hard deck.
bob floyd’s adoptive sister.
hangman’s goofy bestie.

…impossible in this world.❞

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» turning. Eventually, it was just easier for him to resign to his inability to sleep by getting up.

Lacey was flashed a tired smile was she entered their small space. Then offered a shrug, “wanted to make sure you made it in safe,” he responds. “was work ok?”

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body was hunched over on the edge of the dingy motel bed. feet were up resting on the edge of the bed frame and knees were supporting his elbows. he’d attempted to settle down. but the quiet and the emptiness of a bed meant to be shared was enough to keep him tossing and »

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arms slip themselves around her form. head dips to press a kiss to her temple.

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» you can get that manager of yours to reserve a regular spot for me at the bar during your shifts? Then my eyes never gotta threaten leavin’ ya.” a pause. he’s leaning his own body forward. “don’t you worry yourself about me, alright? I’ll be good.”

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there’s a grunt after their shared kiss. his head shakes in a way that communicates he’s not sure what to say about it. home. the loss of it. the feeling of their new found freedom. it’s all still processing in the back of his mind like a file too big for download.

⠀ ⠀⠀”If »

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» this time emptying his cheek of what he has tucked away inside. mucky contents settle at the bottom of his bottle as he rests it beside his feet.

⠀ ⠀⠀ “can’t espect you to keep my attention alla the time.”

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almost as if broken from a daze, blue eyes blink in her direction. hand raises the plastic bottle so it’s resting at his lips once more. head lulls from side to side as he lets her words settle.

⠀ ⠀⠀ “gotta do somethin’ with myself when I’m stuck quiet.”

he spits again, »

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foot propped up on the table in front of him. bottle is palmed in hand.——used for catching spit being hocked methodologically from mouth. blue eyes are fixed just passed the fence lining the horizon.

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HA

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A few times, actually

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did you bonk your head or somethin’?