* 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 / ᴍʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ!

[hecth]

mcmxredith‌:

one look at him and she’s starting to feel guilty. like maybe she hurt his feelings or something. and maybe she should care. but she’s not used to men treating her like this, so- soft and kind, and she’s scared of it. scared of him overstaying his welcome. “no, that’s okay,” she says finally, setting two mugs out on the counter. “i don’t mind you staying, you just caught me a little off guard, that’s all.” she hops up to sit on the counter as the coffee brews, watching him carefully and letting one of her hands move to run through his messy morning hair before she can stop herself, as if to reassure him that she’s okay with him being there, “you’re just lucky you didn’t make bacon. then i’d have to kick you out.” 

he watches as meredith gathers the cups. normally, he’d be out of here like a flash, too much respect for her boundaries to overstay his welcome. but it felt wrong. to show up so late and not even display a single gesture to show appreciation for her time. a smile pulls tightly on his lips as her hand reaches out to his hair, as he tries to hide the fact that he eats physical affection up with a spoon. “yeah?” he quirks a brow at her comment, “well lucky for you, i grew up in a plant-based household. even the word bacon was a no-gone zone.” hyperbole, sure, but the point still stands somewhat. “’sides it would have spoiled the flavouring.” 

[hecth]

⁓ 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡‌!

“you really think it’ll take the rest of your days to beat that kids high score? hmm.” ruth hums with teasing judgement as she sucks down a mouthful of her strawberry milkshake, mostly just as an excuse to use the silly straw she won with her tickets. the straw’s tube is in the shape of glasses that ruth wears very casually on her face as she drinks, looking at heath through the little eye holes solemnly as she swallows her mouthful. “sounds weak. bet i could beat it in half the time.” 

ruth punctuates the trash talk with a flick of her tongue over her lips to rid them of strawberry milkshake residue as she lifts her feet up from where they rest at heath’s side to his lap. her socked toes point and relax a few times as she thinks before she’s abruptly pointing her left foot to jab heath punishingly in the stomach. the jab isn’t hard enough to bruise, but it certainly is hard enough to make her point. “but i don’t wanna hear any of that talk, godwin. you’re not going to be that cool old guy that hangs around the arcade until he’s super cool and wrinkly and gray and beats every top score with ease, because although that would be really cool,” ruth admits with a solemn nod before she’s poking heath in the side yet again. “you’re gonna make really cool movies instead. and get me that plate of nachos i was promised when i finally act in one of them. and that’s that.” ruth slips her silly straw glasses on top of her head, finally looking at heath without them for a moment before she’s reaching over to poke his forehead gently with her forefinger. “an idea will come to you when you least expect it. like love. or herpes. and until then you can only wait… and let me kick your ass at ddr.” ruth waggles her brows playfully at that, eyes sparkling as she adds, “sorry, let me kick your ass at ddr again.”

“well,i’m assuming that he’ll also wanna ya know... beat me in turn,” he hadn’t been assuming that at all. “and it’ll be this... this big, wild, cycle of us going back and forth... into infinity.” somehow, he’s able to look at ruth seriously despite her choice of eyewear; perhaps only because he’s jealous he didn’t also win a set of his own. it’s the next few words out of her mouth that cause him to finally shuffle to look up at her, amusement evident in his eyes. “what so like...” heath hums momentarily, trying to guess how long he would live. “thirty years as opposed to sixty?”

he’s almost tempted to tap at her toes playfully when she raises her feet to his lap, but no sooner has he had the thought than she’s using them as weapons to jab into his side instead. the shocked gasp that emits from his mouth is the only sound that comes from his mouth as she continues to speak. a brief pout on his face as he reaches up with his hand to rub at the afflicted area. “maybe i’ll write one about an assassin who kills people with her feet,” he muses, leaning in as she pokes him on the forehead. “every toe is actually a little gun and she walks barefooted in the face of her enemies just to piss them off. how ‘bout it? you up for a neo-western, cowgirl? but,” leaning back once more, he’s grinning from ear to ear as the next idea comes to mind. the look he only gets on his face when he’s about to suggest something terrible. “for now i’m content. i’m sure sometime soon my fanny and alexander will come to me in a fever dream, but for now... what was that about kicking my ass at ddr? did i mishear you?” 

[hecth]

⁓ 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧‌ !

    “Er—what?” Julian remarked, one eyebrow arched as he looked at Heath. “Dude, it’s an algorithm for a reason,” he remarked, suppressing his amusement. It’s so Heath to make a comment like that. “Are you saying that the incident with the devil and when you got catfished were two separate individuals?” He blinked twice, adding, “You still got their profiles or screenshot them?” It was the least he can do, after all. “I swear, no matter how much we weed out these fake profiles—they pop up like mushrooms.” Then, he pointed at Heath’s groceries. “Need help with that?” He offered.

he furrows his brow, hands digging deep into his pockets, not knowing enough about algorithms to comment either way. even if he’s still fighting an urge to repeat that it’s most definitely busted. “it actually might have been better if they were separate people, but no. she was both the devil and a catfish in the body of a forty-year-old woman playing twenty-five,” he groans, before digging around in his pocket to find his phone, just to check if the two were still matched on the app. it’s then that another dramatic whine slips out of his mouth. “oh and sure enough, she wants a second date. demands it, in fact,” heath huffs, twirling the screen around in julian’s direction to show him the plethora of messages that had come in since the morning, before nodding glumly at the offer. “sure. it may be the last time you see me before francine marries me off to one of her eighty matryoshka dolls.” 

[hecth]

🍻“ what do you really think of life ?”

he leans forward on his elbows on the table, loud laughter leaving his mouth as he shakes his head fondly, “holy shit, that’s too deep to be asking me right now, ruth. but,” heath clears his throat, trying his best to regain his composure. a serious look suddenly appearing on his face as he straightens his back with all the propriety he remembers his parents’ life coach having. “i think… we’re on this funky space rock for too short a time to take it too seriously, for one. and for two,” another quick swig from the pint glass punctuates his words, “it absolutely has no fuckin’ general meaning whatsoever and that’s just fine. just gotta make your own, ya know?” 

[hecth]

⁓ 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐞‌ !

“your dog? what does your dog have to do with anything right now?” heath’s words were barely even registering within cole’s head as the boy had full concentration on the game in front of them, unintentionally moving to stand directly in front of the tv, almost like a child would, as the song came to an end. an overly obnoxious shout of victory left his lips as he dropped the toy guitar to the ground, fists pumping as he turned around, middle fingers raising in heath’s direction. “what was that? something about being a master? i must have heard you wrong,” he questioned, lips curled in a slight grin. 

“you told me you were gonna run away and never come back! parallels, man!” heath shakes his head with a huff, wondering for a split second if he had paid more attention to what was happening on the screen rather than telling stories about his dog, would he have won? nah, the two were separate. “we gonna talk about how you totally blocked the screen at the end there? i see your tricks, buckingham,” he taunts, putting the guitar down before taking a swig from a glass of water on the coffee table, eyes narrowing in jest. “i see ‘em... and you know what? i don’t particularly care for ‘em. you’re going down in the next round of the league — i hope you know this.” 

[hecth]

⁓ 𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲‌ !

there it was ! the thing she adored the most about heath .. or at least it was one of the many things . it was that lovely ability to entertain her mischievousness with an equal amount of receptivity . it was like it came natural to him as it did for her , sharing a silly moment for the sake of their amusement . not that he could see it then , due to the fact that he had dedicated himself to the role , but emily couldn’t help the warm smile on her face and it seemed to give her away whenever she decided to speak up . “ what are you waiting for , hand it over , please ! within the next three seconds , or — or so help you and this myles character ! ” she pokes him again , her spare hand covering her lips to muffle a giggle that finally slipped out . “ your mineral , ” emily gasps tinily once he points it out , eyes focused on the bottle that thumped dramatically against the wall . looking back at the boy with glistening eyes and slightly furrowed brows , it’s obvious guilt has taken over for accidentally ruining a drink he was looking forward to having . “ stay right here , no funny business , okay ! ” the blonde threatens softly before stepping away from him and trotting down the stairs , picking up the hard plastic bottle that would surely burst once opened . “ i didn’t mean to murder your cola . ” she whispered , pouting , as she finally reaches the top of the stairs to nudge him gently with the cap side of the bottle , hoping he would take it . 

“yes, my mineral,” he nods sadly in agreement. although as his head turns and he notices the guilt on her face, he almost wants to point out that it really isn’t a big deal. he can always buy another. that is, of course, until she’s darting off to go fetch it for him. a warm smile washes over his face as she returns, taking the bottle from her grasp rather happily, “you are just fine, swindler.” with his unoccupied hand he takes a second to reach into his work satchel, digging through flyers before finally pulling out the coveted item. a milky way. in pristine condition if he dared to say so himself from where he'd chosen not to eat it during his lunch break. “not many criminals of your calibre would return my child to me, and for this, i must... i'm obligated to give you the goods.” it’s times like these he wonders why he didn’t become an actor rather than a director; as he bows his head solemnly as he extends the chocolate out for her to take, all the while masking another short laugh. something about emily’s company always made him feel like they were making up for the days they lost had they been able to share a playground growing up. “i totally realise it wasn’t within the three-second timeframe you requested, so... do what you must.” 

[hecth]

“ what is the most embarrassing thing in your room ?”

a loud belly laugh emits itself from his mouth as heath leans forward onto his haunches as if he’s about to reveal his deepest, darkest secret. “okay, but you cannot tell anyone.” his eyes sparkle with playfulness at the mere thought of the object tucked into the corner of his room. “you know cthulhu? lovecraftian cosmic monster, about yay high?” reaching a wobbly hand as far above his head as heath can reach, he can only hope he’s providing a good image of the creature before continuing, “well. right. how do i say this… my friend bought me a cthulhu sex pillow for my twenty-first. i don’t know why, i don’t know where from, although honestly? i’d love to because the mind behind that…” he whistles, “ i can’t bring myself to throw the thing out because it’s fucking hilarious, as much as i think anyone would run from my room if they saw it.” 

[hecth]

⁓ 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞‌ !

lorrie has to avoid sighing when his eyes twinkle. seriously, grown men should not be that pretty, it should be illegal. he should be sent to the doctor mcdreamy memorial prison for the criminally hunky. “no,” she replies, “you should do it more often.” her eyebrows shoot up at the sight of the mess. “no apologies here; you know how much respect i have for the creative process.” she peers down at the script, reading the page closest to her. “what’s it about?” lorrie watches him freeze, narrowing her eyes, trying to figure out what he’s thinking. difficult with his back turned. “as long as i’m high in the next twenty minutes, i’ll be fine.”  

“well you’re the best, lor.” heath grins at her over his shoulder before turning back to continue rummaging through a pile of papers, tutting under his breath when he isn’t blessed with instant results. “it’s an adaptation of a screenplay written by a classmate of mine at tisch. about a man who is convinced he meets the love of his life on a bus one morning in the city back in the 60s. sort of a classic ‘but fate won’t allow it to happen’ kinda tale. but i wanna reshoot the ending - i’m not doing it justice as it’s so beautifully, wonderfully, sad,” he explains, all whilst rummaging through papers that seem to contain his predicament - messes of ‘no!’s written in capital letters and crossings out. “anyway, a couple decades pass and the couple are no longer in contact, and it’s all just confined to late-night reminiscing and nostalgia. well, that is, until he sees her face on the cover of this magazine and ya know. it’s this very poignant moment; rose-tinted frames, the works. until he reads it... and well, he discovers that she’s lived this incredible, amazing, life completely separate from him. then there’s ... a montage from her point of view this time, and we - as an audience - realise their entire relationship was mostly him filling in the gaps in his head.” finally, he huffs, tucking his hands in his back pockets as his brow furrows, his eyes glancing furtively around the room in thought of just where the baggie had disappeared to. it’s only then that his fingers brush off the all too familiar plastic. “aha!” heath grins, whipping it out and waving it in the air like a victory banner. “don’t worry, lor. crisis averted.” 

[hecth]

“ when was the last time you cried ?”

for a moment he fiddles with his thumbs, a little taken aback by the question. crying? when such a wide smile is usually tapered to his face? “i cried after my parents didn’t invite me to their handfasting vow renewal a few months back.” still clearly a sore spot from the way his brows knit together, folding back in the chair as if the more he collapses into the soft fabric, the less this is all real. particularly when his head is spinning from the alcohol. “like, i get it, i guess. they thought i’d be busy and they’ve never really approved of me moving to new york and working for a big film company to begin with,” he trails off, gnawing on his bottom lip in thought before adding in explanation, “… they think i’m selling my soul to corporate just by working where i do. ‘those production companies are where creativity goes to die in favour of profit, heath!’ as my mom always said.” he smiles momentarily, slightly pained. “my brother, rowan, sent the pictures over the next day. none of them even reached out before like… they knew. they all did and yet… you know, i never really subscribed to the whole ‘parents have a favourite child even if they don’t tell you’ thing. but maybe that’s because i was for so long that the whole thing kinda just…” he sighs defeatedly. “anyway. i’m getting another beer, fuck.” 

[hecth]

⁓ 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐡 !

Meredith didn’t usually let anyone stay over her apartment post-hookup, it just wasn’t her style. Sleepovers turned into attachment, and attachment turned into… well, she didn’t want to find out. So usually she waited a few minutes and promptly made up an excuse for why they had to leave. Sometimes she just just downright rude. But the night before he’d come over late and the spot she occupied on his chest had just been a little too comfortable. Next thing she knew she was waking up to the smell of pancakes in her kitchen. She pulled on the first shirt she could find and made her way out into the kitchen, drowsy and confused as to what he was still doing in her apartment, and why he was cooking in it. “Heath- not to be rude, but… what are you doing?” she made her way to the coffee pot, starting to make enough for two, “You know its not really normal to stick around and make breakfast for someone you’re not dating, right?” 

breakfast had always been an integral part of his home life growing up. growing from practically being a line chef in the morning with his older brothers when they’d cook for the guests, to moving to new york and it being the only kind of food he could stomach whenever he was feeling homesick. the thought of it being unnormal hadn’t even crossed his mind. “what do you mean?” he asks genuinely, a customary grin on his face even as he realises she’s serious. “oh. oh!” suddenly it’s as if the gears are turning in his head, a brief grimace replacing his smile before it’s quickly sneaking back. “that’s... kinda sad don’t you think? sex is a hungry business, mer. i, personally, think it’s a travesty that we’re not ALL blessed with a heaping pile of pancakes when it’s said and done. dating or not,” he pauses, biting down on his lower lip. “that said, i mean... i’m happy to leave you with the lot if you’d prefer.” 

[hecth]

⁓ 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧‌ !

( @hecth​ )

laying on her bed, she was reading a book and felt super duper comfortable, yet bored at the same time. it’s not often she felt like interacting with others, but there were a few she tolerated. like heath. a small smirk appeared on her face as she knew just how to entertain herself. exiting her own apartment, she went straight for his and once allowed inside, the girl knocked on his door multiple times. “heeeeeeath!” she said loudly. “come on, let me in already.”

perhaps it’s some kind of karma for all the times that he pestered his older brothers growing up that robin has chosen to do the same to him. yet it’s almost as if the girl has an inbuilt detector for knowing when he’s at his most blissful, carefully raising a finger in the air to trace the lines on the ceiling of his room in quiet contemplation, when he’s broken out of his reverie by the sound of a knock. “you sure you were loud enough just then? i don’t think mrs. o’flaherty on the fifth floor heard you,” he teases upon walking to the door, although he still only keeps it open just a crack. “mm, sure. on one condition. you’ll have to tell me the secret password if you want in. it’s past 6, i don’t just allow for surprise visits.” 

[hecth]

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@etheloes // madi! 🍺

( ringtone: drunk on the moon / tom waits ) 

[ text: ] gonna hype it up but i have the best story from set to tell you tonight [ text: ] like we’re currently dealing with it but it involves one of those prop trees, a whiskey bottle and a clown(!) [ text: ] and no i did not accidentally fall asleep on the job again 

[hecth]

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@ivannafm // ivanna castillo 

( ringtone: default ) 

[ text : ] hey [ text: ] do you still have that copy of anansi boys i left at yours?[ text : ] if so could you drop it by to mine? or leave it in the mailbox or something [ text: ] thanks 

[hecth]

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@mcmxredith // mer mc 

( ringtone : pillow talk / sylvia ) 

[ text: ] so i’m on like hour 18 of this production bc our guest was running super late

[ text: ] so im also…. gonna be late in getting to yours. again

[ text: ] i’ll make it up to you! i’ll bring the cookies from craft service! 🍪

[hecth]

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@rueransom // cannes 2022 🕺

( ringtone : bette davis eyes / kim carnes ) 

[ text : ] so i fell down a pothole just now [ text : ] not mad just… twisted my ankle a little[ text: ] did holly say something? like maybe about my shirt again?[ text: ] unrelated ofc 

[hecth]

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@jvamadev // 👑 julian 

( ringtone: windows trap remix ) 

[ text : ] okay i know it’s late… but i have a theory! [ text: ] you know the story about the old woman who lived in a shoe? well i don’t think it’s as fictional as they’d lead us all to think[ text: ] she totally lived in the MASSIVE boot outside the ll bean in freeport, maine.[ text: ] not even a conspiracy theory. she’s there. i hope she’s doing well fuck 

[hecth]

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@cmilys​ // derry queen 💗

( ringtone: you’ve got a friend in me / randy newman  )

[ text : ] best believe i’m on the way over with my finest blankets[ text: ] with the FINEST twix that i could find in walgreens[ text: ] armed with ALL!! the hugs [ text: ] and we’re gonna make every. single. other. movie night pale in comparison okay?!