Music hell

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
aliensupastar
aliensupastar

not wrong, but not right

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Rating: Mature

Pairing: Carmy Berzatto/GN!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You do your best to keep your head down at your job. When that doesn't work, Carmy's there for you anyways.

Warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, depiction of an eating disorder, vent fic, fainting, hospitals, slightly one-sided romantic feelings?

A/N: PLEASE mind the warnings! as mentioned, this is a vent fic with a reader that has an eating disorder. mostly made for my own comfort/self-indulgence, but i thought i’d post it anyways. title inspired by "ode to the mets" by the strokes, gif by heardchef <3

All things considered, your job could be worse. Honestly, you feel like you lucked out a bit, your hiring process being expedited due to Marcus being the one to recommend you to his boss, given that they needed new workers for their newly opened restaurant — you knew it was a good idea to stay in touch with that guy after high school. 

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pollyna
pollyna

It stars at Annapolis because Goose gets bored and he can write with both hands, so it doesn't even matter if Slider is sitting to his right or his left. With one hands he writes, and with the other, he taps messages on Slider's leg. Sometimes, when he's particularly bored, he even taps on the inside of Ron's leg, just to see if it's going to take longer than usual for the other man to get what he's saying.

Even after Annapolis, when they are far away from each other, Goose never stops tapping. The night the see each other again at the O Club, Slider sits to Goose's left, and he taps "I missed you" over and over again, while Mav tells the last of his tales. Ron squeezes his hands before tapping on his palm "I missed you too". Nick can't stop giggling and blushing a little for the rest of the night, especially every time Slider looks at him.