#c;brayden

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Only Us Two

『❆』Ian Gallagher Closed Starter Based off of all our plotting <3

Brayden x Ian

365 DAYS. That’s how long SHOULD have passed, how much TIME has gone by. 365 days he has SAT here, in Patsy’s Pies and watched the same people order the same meal over and over again. His birthday had come and gone, Christmas and Haloween too but no one in the world noticed. Every day he woke up was the same one over and over again. Tuesday, May 22. He has been stuck in an endless cycle of TUESDAY MAY 22. He went through all the stages, taken all the steps. First, there was PANIC, denial, fear. Gradually this changed when he figured out what was happening. It led him to research everything he could, using the internet, reading endless books. Once that bored him he began to DRINK. First a little, and then a lot. He started talking to himself, going a little crazy. He spent his days doing things he could never get away with, stealing and other petty crimes. It didn’t matter because every time he fell asleep it was like hitting the RESET button. 

He had started to journal, keeping track of every day. He had found that if his journal was on his person when he fell asleep, or beside him in his bed, whatever he had written the previous night STAYED in the ink. It was the only thing not washed away with the beginning of the same day. He didn’t know the purpose of this, why he was alone here living like this. Maybe he died, and now he was in hell. It wouldn’t be a shock, he had done many things to deserve ending up in HELL. 

Fingers overlap each other, elbows on the countertop. He was so used to sitting in the booth at the back of the restaurant, in the left corner. It was where he had sat on the REAL May 22. He had come in for cherry pie and coffee and now he was stuck in a time loop. On that very day, he had witnessed Sierra, one of the waitresses, spill hot coffee and two entire plates of food all over herself and the customer who knocked her off kilter. He had watched the accident happen time and time again after that. His blue eyes always flicking over moments before it happens, preparing for it. Today would be different, he needed today to be different. Something had to change, something compelled him to sit at the counter. He was going to HELP, make a change, even if it was just minimal.

It would be any minute now, his body reacting effortlessly as he hears the gasp of the girl. A hand shoots out to grab the tray before it can hit the ground, his hand hitting the hand of another who had moved to do the same. Coffee shakes in the mug that Brayden’s hand closes around. Sierra is talking but he isn’t listening. Icy blue has connected to WARM green and eye contact is maintained for a moment. HE WAS NEW.

Hair as red as fire, stare as bewildered as his own. He can’t find any words, the diner moving around the two of them as it always did. Sierra has pushed away to deliver the almost spilled food. Brayden had missed if she had actually thanked them or not. All he could focus on was HIM. All he could think about was how he had never seen him before. How he knew EVERYTHING that happened on this day from every possible angle, and here was something he had never seen before. 365 days stuck with nothing unique, and now here it was. 

“Well aren’t you just a SHINY new toy?”

@ianisnew 

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❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you?❞ 

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He should always know better than to let Iggy talk him into doing anything. Somehow it always got him in the same place, not a place he wanted to be. Working with Iggy was supposed to be done and over. When he was just a kid on the streets he’d found work with Iggy and Colin Milkovich. He’d even couch surfed a few times, but only on nights, they knew no other family members would be home. It was this reason alone, along with the free meal they always sent him out with, that Brayden decided to do one last favor for the other boy. Now he was standing face to face with a fucking cop. 

“Look man. I don’t know what the fuck you think you know-but you don’t. Alright? This ain’t whatever the hell you think it is.”

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Brayden shakes his head, grabbing a shirt off of the ground. he isn’t sure if it's his or Ian’s, but it doesn’t really matter to him either way. “Well after listening to her bitch at you my moods kinda killed. Next time maybe you should come to my house, then I don’t have to hide under the bed. Not that I see what her problem with me is.” He sits on the end of Ian’s bed, running his hands through his curls. “When are you gonna tell her E??”

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Alone

Closed starter for @wxnderfullycxnfused​

Brayden runs his hand through his brunet curls on top of his head, ignoring the exhaustion that was set into his bones. He kept telling himself that he just had to keep going, that maybe one day he would come across a group that he could stay with, a group that wanted him to stay, but that hadn’t happened yet. He hadn’t found a safe haven to hole up in. The longest he stayed at a place was two days, walkers were everywhere. He usually got ran out a lot before that. The infected were everywhere and sleep was hard to get when you had no one to stay up and keep watch. He’d never had anyone to watch his back. He had slept in trees for awhile, but one morning he had woken up to a swarm of then trying to mow the tree down. He shouldn’t have escaped. 

Now, he made his way through the tres, keeping his breathing steady. With his machete in his and his gun secured in a holster around his waist. He didn’t like to use his gun and had only ever actually used it twice. His back was small and didn't weigh him down as he traveled. He had a car, but it had run out of gas long ago and he hadn’t been able to find anymore. He’d abandoned it. He’d been on foot for nine days now. His ears perk up when he hears a wig snap to his left. He presses himself to a tree and waits. When the assailant is almost directly to his left he lunges out, ready to sink his blade into their skull. His arm yanks back when he’s met with dark brown hair and the piercing eyes of a human girl. He lowers his knife, letting out a breath. 

“Sorry miss, you never can be too careful anymore.”

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Beyond Fucked Up

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Brayden undid the elastic he had tied around his upper elbow so that he could poke himself with the beautiful little needle. It made him feel nice. It had made him feel nice at first, and that is what he had wanted. He didn’t want to feel anything, only nice. He had felt free, like everything that was bothering him didn’t matter anymore and it had been cheap and easy, barely any money and he was feeling good but the guy who had sampled him some wasn’t a real dealer. So he had found a real dealer, but he was scared of getting in too deep so he had turned to Iggy because at least ti was someone he trusted and he had begged him and paid him twice as much and in the beginning, he just felt nice. So he had kept doing it, but only every once in awhile a little more each time, only weekends, and then only a couple times a week. he fed Mickey empty promise after empty promise about quitting. Because he did want to quit and he had tried so hard to quit but it was worse than death. 

Because he hadn’t felt nice anymore, he had just felt alone and cold and dark, he had felt like his soul was in the greatest depression he had ever felt and he couldn’t get it out. He couldn’t love Mickey without Heroin because he couldn’t love anything without it. His face was sunken in, dark circles under his eyes, basically skin and bones. He felt nice on Heroin, he didn’t need to eat. He could still function, at least in the beginning. He had done some of the best writing of his life, been a whole new person, had no worries. It was a crutch that became his lifestyle. He promised himself next week he would quit, and next week, and next week. It was like an itch needing to be scratched like he broke the seal. Doing it every day, always taking more and more so that he could just feel nice again. So he could be the man that Mickey loved because Heroin was love, and it was a way of life, and it helped him to be. 

Scrambling, he manages to put his things away in a shoebox that he hides in a roof tile in the bathroom of his apartment that he was about to lose because he had been short on rent the past couple months because he needed the Heroin to get by, because he needed more and more of it and it was expensive and Iggy didn’t like it when he was slow with payments. 

HIs feet curl under him, as he lays back on his bed, closing his eyes, his breathing slowing. He was supposed to be at work-but it was better to just lay here and feel nice.

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Brayden x Trevor

Brayden was exhausted from working a 14 hour day, that was only supposed to be an 8 hour day. He wasn’t sure what time it was now, but he did know that the sun had descended long ago. It was the middle of a Chicago summer, so it was a bit bizarre that the sun was gone before he had even finished work, but it was his reality working construction. Having just gotten his new place, using the last of his savings from his old job to pay for the damage deposit he needed this job. He was currently living on alphaghetti’s and whiskey, not the healthiest of things to be putting in his body. With each step, every muscle in his body screams in pure agony. He wanted nothing more than to stand underneath a hot shower or have a hot bath. The walk home was still lengthy in front of him, taunting him as he made his way along the sidewalk. A hand pushes through his sweaty hair, the salty liquid burning the fresh cuts he had gained on his hands from lifting pieces of demolished brick into a pile for hours straight. This job had been pure dumb luck, the other guy they had for it had bailed and they needed someone short notice. 

He continues on his walk, not noticing an inconsistency in the sidewalk. He trips over it, catching himself before he faceplants against the cement. When he straightens up he’s facing a building that almost resembled a bank. He scanned over it curiously, never having noticed it on his walk home before. Blue orbs land on the sign telling him just what kind of agency this was.

His feet carry him backward, and he snarls under his breath. He hadn’t gotten out of the system until a few years ago, and the pain of it all was still fresh in his mind. They did this to him, they gave him no choice but to ditch high school, they put him in a place where he worked low-level jobs trying to work his way up in some way without going back for his GED. He didn’t want to concern himself with the legalities of it all. Exhaustion fuels his rage, he barely even notices the harsh sting from his nails digging into his palms. He was a grown ass man, and he still lost control of his actions. He ripped the door of the facility open, storming inside. 

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“You don’t know that Trev, this could go 1000 ways and I’m just. I’m not so good at things like this.” Brayden looks up from his own food that he had been staring at to meet the other boys eyes. “I just-I know how I feel I just don’t know what to do about it. My gut says a lot of things but its been wrong before..” Brayden nibbles on his lower lip because how could he tall Trevor that it was HIM he was nervous about. He always fucked things up, everyone always left. he wasn’t good at dating, at getting to know people. But here he was, trying.