#(yea angst goes brr again)

[traumxrei-archive]

ooh what a nice surprise to see you back on dash, i hope you’re doing well and that you’ll get lots of fun commissions when you open them ^^

also you’re so real for the continuous twst brain rot, once it gets to you it’s not letting go, no matter if you post about it or not jsjsh (actually i’m pretty sure 90% of my brainrot goes unheard normally)

hello hellooo, it’s good to be back ^^

i’m doing good nowww (better than two days ago where i was fighting for my life writing my dissertation proposal *insert clawing at the walls jpg* BUT IT’S OK IT’S DONE NOWWW YIPEEE)

and i hope so too ! i’m looking forward to the commissions that people bring to the table as well >:DD

no,,,, oh my god my brainrotting gets SO bad, bc like i would end up making 28938943 wips and never finishing them bc in the middle i’d get an idea for another scenario, or au, and then i would just irresponsibly just go start writing it HHAHAHAHA— (at least when i write series to post. i know i need to stick to it. bc like. i need to update consistently,,,,but when i’m brainrotting alone i throw logic out the window.)

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Came Here To Forget: Part 1

Pairings: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Warnings: One night stand/ unprotected sex. fluff, angst, mentioned cheating ex.

Word Count: 1,584

A/N: The first part was based on an idea I got from the song Came Here To Forget by Blake Shelton. & let the record show that I LOVE Hilarie and Jeff together! They are straight up, couple goals! This story is simply for entertainment purposes.

Aesthetic by @sorenmarie87

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“This seat taken?” A deep, gruff voice asked as the bartender set down your rum and coke on ice and a shot of tequila.

“Long as you don’t plan on talkin’.” You responded shortly as you poured salt on the webbing of your hand between your thumb and pointer finger. Your pierced tongue swiped the grains away and you quickly tossed back your first shot of the night as the bar stool beside you scraped across the bar floor. You cringed as you bit into a lime wedge to suck the juice out of it before dropping it onto the bar beside your shot glass.

“Two of what she’s havin’ and a beer.” The man said as he sat down beside you. You forced yourself to pay him no mind as you looked at your phone for the text message only a small part of you wished was there. You glanced up at the bartender and gave her a weak smile as you pulled your fresh shot toward you.

“Didn’t have to buy me a drink.” You said as you waited for him to pass off the salt shaker.

“I’m aware. But you’re sitting in my usual chair so if buying you a shot gets you out of it quicker, than I’ll keep the drinks coming.” A smile pulled at the corner of your lips as you looked over at the man beside you. You did a double take as he threw back his shot and set the glass down upside down on the bar.

“You’re Negan.” You said simply as he chased his shot with a swig of beer. He nodded his head as you looked back at your hand and poured your salt line out. “Well, cheers to you for portraying the best villain on TV.” You heard him chuckle as you licked off the salt and did your shot.

“Thanks.” You nodded your head as you tossed the next lime on the bar. “Next round’s on me… (Y/N).” He nodded his head as he reached his hand out to shake yours.

“Jeff.” You shook his hand once before signaling to the bartender as he glanced at his phone. Both of you stayed quiet through the next round of shots before you glanced at your phone and took a sip of your drink.

“What are you drinkin’ to forget?” You asked as he glanced at his own phone only minutes after he already checked it.

“Ex wife.”

“Cheating husband.” You responded as he set his phone face down on the bar. He nodded his head as you took a swig of your drink.

“Takes about four beers and a dozen shots to forget their face.” He said as he signaled to the bartender and held up his shot glass and two fingers.

“Good to know. But I’m drinking to forget more than a face.” You glanced over at Jeff as he took the shots from the bartender and passed one to you.

“Then I’d say double the liquid prescriptions. Should solve your problem then.” You nodded your head as you reached out to pour salt on his hand for him.

“To forgetting shitty people.” He nodded his head as he glanced over at you with a sad look in his brown eyes that he was fighting to hide from his features.

“To forgetting.”

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You couldn’t help but groan as you woke up the next morning. Your head throbbed, your mouth was dry and you wondered if you were ever going to produce spit again. You rolled over slowly and reached up to rub your eyes before peeling them open. You stared across unattractive paisley sheets that did not belong to you at a white stone fireplace that wasn’t yours either. Your brow furrowed as you propped yourself up on your arm and looked around the unfamiliar bedroom you didn’t not remember walking into the night (maybe early morning) before.

“Shit.” You groaned as you looked around the room for your clothes. You spotted your bra hanging off the arm of a chair in the corner but at first glance, your panties were no where to be found. “Shiiiit.” You groaned as you quickly got out of bed and scrambled to get dressed. You were grateful that your jeans were at least just outside the bedroom door but your shirt was proving just as difficult to locate as your panties were in the moderately decorated farm house you were in. You were pulling on your boots and resolving in your head to just wear your jacket out into the freak, mid October, New York snow when a door behind you opened and a loud, masculine ‘brr’ caused you to yelp in fear.

“Oh… shit, you’re up.” Jeffrey Dean Morgan said as he took a step back toward the door he just came through with two dogs at his heels.

“Yea… sorry. I was trying to… well, um… I was just gunna…”

“No, you’re fine.” He said. You nodded as you gestured to the front door behind you with your thumb.

“I’m just gunna go…”

“Well, you see, there’s a slight problem with that.” He said as he took a step forward. “You’re car isn’t here. You… well, we took my truck… Here.”

“Perfect.” You said as you reached out and grabbed your shirt that you finally noticed had been hanging off a light in the living room.

“Look, I need coffee before I get behind the wheel. Can I make a pot then I’ll give you a ride back to your car?” You nodded your head slowly as he gestured to the door way you assumed led to the kitchen where the dogs had taken off too. “Thanks.”

“Sure, no problem.” You followed him slightly awkwardly into the kitchen as you adjusted your shirt and zipped up your boot. You took a seat on a bar stool at the island in the middle of the kitchen as Jeff started making coffee and poured out some dog food into two different bowls.

“How’d you sleep?” You shook your still throbbing head as he glanced over his shoulder at you.

“You don’t need to do that. That awkward small talk.” You shook your head again as you ran your hand through your messy bed head. “You don’t gotta do that.” He nodded his head and his shoulders visibly relaxed.

“Thank God.” He muttered. “I don’t typically… you know. And I’m not sure what the damn protocol was.” You nodded as he grabbed an ashtray out of a cabinet. “Here.” You glanced up at him as he set down the ashtray and a black and blue pack of Camel Crush’s down on the bar. “We smoke the same kind.” You nodded as you grabbed the pack off the bar, lit two, and handed one to him.

“You’re not alone, there.” You said as you exhaled your drag as Jeff opened the window above the sink. “Haven’t dated in ten years at least… and forget one night stands.” He nodded in agreement as he scrubbed his hand down his thick grey beard.

“Tell me about it.” You nodded your head like a bobble head as he stuck his cigarette between his lips and grabbed two coffee mugs from a different cabinet than the one the ashtray came out of. “I gotta say though, for my first one night stand in damn near twenty years, you were absolutely fucking worth it, sweetheart.” You huffed a laugh as you ashed your cigarette in the glass ashtray.

“Guess you can be glad I’m not some crazy ass fan.” You teased as he poured you both some coffee and set yours down on the bar in front of you. You smirked as he walked around you to sit down next to you. “I’m not in your seat again, am I?” He chuckled lowly as he pulled the ashtray toward him the slightest bit.

“Not today, sweetheart.” You nodded as you exchanged a glance before turning away from each other and letting an awkward silence fall over you.

“You need new bedsheets. Those are not manly bedsheets” You said after a few moments of silence just to break up the tension.

“Oh, I fucking know it. The ex-wife picked them out and I just can’t bring myself to chuck ‘em.”

“Burn ‘em.” You said as you picked up your coffee. “Have a big ass bonfire and burn it all. It’s quite cathartic.” You glanced over at him and pointed at him with your pinkie. “If you do have a bonfire though, let me know. I live in a hotel currently so all my shit’s in a storage unit...”

“Wait… you live in a hotel?” You nodded your head as you took a big gulp of coffee.

“’til my divorce goes through and I get my damn money. Just so you know, always, always get a prenup. Shit is fucking GOLD at the end of the day when your spouse cheats.”

“Good to know.” You took one final drag of your cigarette as he finished his coffee. He set the mug down with a sigh as his brow furrowed.

“So should I… um… like, call you?” You glanced over at him out of the corner of your eyes as you threw back the rest of your coffee.

“Nope. You’re good. But, if you happen to find my underwear, just burn them with the sheets.” He chuckled as he grabbed your mug and got up from his stool.

“You got it, sweetheart.”

Part 2