"Blip C detected." "What's that?"

I thought I would make an intro real quick :D

hello hello i'm lor and this is basically my account dedicated to the rgcu... did i think i would end up here after seeing phm? no. here we are though hi hello. i'm a writer who is slowly recovering from an extensive period of burnout so please bear with me with my writings ;~;

i love all rgcu ships and you'll find them here in some ways...

CURRENT RGCU/RYLAND SHIPS (IN NO ORDER i love them all...): starstruck, stuntdriver, drivinglessons, grocky, grockadrian, sixgrace, sixminutes, healymarch... please expect to see those

if you wish to write something based off my posts, please let me know ;~; (my dms should be open :D) I do plan on writing something, even if it's just a little, for all my posts but i really want to read what you come up with if you want to write something! ;~; ty for understanding

Yes I still do need to watch bullet train. However I saw some scenes from the movie and before I realized it I was crying so YES I am procrastinating on watching it.

But also what if I just shoved Driver in between Six and Tangerine WHAT IF I DID OKAY

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It sort of just comes out, but he’s so fucking stressed so he’ll excuse himself this one time.

“If I asked, would you kill someone for me?” 

Silence rings through the apartment as the air behind the man sitting on the couch shimmers for a few seconds until a transparent gold, semi-translucent scorpion tail appears behind the man. It sways back and forth, hypnotic, as pink wells at the tip of the aculeus. 

For a moment, Colt is distracted by how pretty the tail is, his eyes following its path before he even realizes it. 

“Just say who.”

“Tom Ryder.”

Driver’s tail pauses before disappearing completely. Damn. 

“Colt, just because you don’t like him…”

He sighs, expecting that answer. But luckily, he has the truth and that truth is going to work very well in his favor. “It’s not because I don’t like him. It’s because he’s getting too close to Ryland. He’s the one who had Ryland’s pelt—”

The door to Driver’s apartment is slammed shut before he can finish his sentence. He hopes that means good things.

—

Ryland screeches when the door to his apartment rattles against the wall. He wearily peeks his head out from the kitchen to see Driver standing in the doorway, face blank but hands clenched.

“Driver! Is everything okay? Are you—”

“Your pelt.” 

Ryland blinks at the younger man, fingers clenching in the sleeves of his cardigan. The words register and he sighs. “Yes, I have it back. What did Colt tell you?”

“He said someone had your pelt.”

“He’s overreacting. He didn’t have it. I…forgot it… That’s all.” He mumbles, trying to smother the urge to rub the back of his head. He fails.

“...you forgot your pelt? At a party?” 

He purses his lips and looks away. “You're awfully chatty today…”

“Worried.” Driver says as he gently closes the door and makes his way over to the couch. Ryland follows, hands now in the pockets of his cardigan. As he moves to pass Driver, a gloveless hand gently grabs his elbow. For a moment, he watches as Driver’s nostrils flare, how he takes a deep breath in. “Why?”

“Just don’t tell Colt, I’ll never hear the end of it, okay?”

“Okay.” 

He sighs and forgoes sitting on the armchair and instead chooses to sit next to Driver, who is now leaning back with his eyes closed. It’s not a normal habit Driver has, the man usually very attentive of his surroundings even in safe places, but it’s definitely one Colt has when he’s just done a few rounds of stunts and wants to be attentive and engaged but needs to rest his eyes and body. It’s cute how well matched they are.

“I’m going to sound like a pup here, but there was just… It was beautiful, Casey. A private beach, completely untouched. The house the party was at was one of six lined up on the beach but it was like they were empty. There wasn’t a single sign of human life on that beach. I just…got lost in the waves, in the sounds. I almost went in for a bit but I got lost on the way trying to find the back door. I think that’s when I left my pelt behind. But it’s okay! As you can see, I have it back and Tom was really nice about it. He just thinks it’s an old cardigan of mine. He gave it back without issue and you know how… Yeah, you know… So no, he didn’t have or take my pelt, I just left it at his house. That’s all. He gave it right back.”

By now, Driver had opened his eyes and kept his gaze on Ryland as he talked. As Ryland finished, Driver’s hand, still without its glove, comes to rest on his neck and he’s pulled forward until their foreheads touch. Ryland laughs.

“Yet you never want to go to the beach. You know if you asked, Colt might go. Or at least wear his pelt more so you can smell the ocean all the time.”

Driver just huffs and pulls away, blinking slowly at him. After a moment, he shrugs. Ryland just smiles in return.

“Do you want to stay for dinner? You and Colt?”

“Mm. No. We both have an early day tomorrow, so we’re staying at his place.” 

“Oh! If that’s the case, wait here. I have something that he should take with him. Just gimme a second.”

And he’s running to the bedroom, trying to remember where he put that old thing.

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A few minutes later, Driver is standing in the hallway between his and Ryland’s apartments, looking down at his hand. The item that Ryland had wanted to give Colt, an old necklace of some sort, is in his pocket, well protected despite the short trip. What’s in his hand is something different, something else.

It’s a small braid of threads, no more than an inch and maybe with six threads in total. Three blue, three yellow. It’s so small, it’s easy to miss if you don’t know what you are looking for. 

A Hunter’s Charm. 

And he had found it tucked under the collar of Ryland’s cardigan. It’s a smart place for it, Driver knows, because it’s close to where his charm is on Ryland’s pelt, and also on Colt’s pelt. A safety precaution, one that one knows about and one that is in the dark.

He stares at the small braid for a moment longer, debating what to do with it. He could soak it in his venom, letting the Hunter know to stay away, but something tells him not to. Something about this braid isn’t right. 

He twists it in the hall light to look at it more, and ah, there it is. The barest hint of gold in the yellow threads. 

It seems that there is much more to Tom Ryder than meets the eye. He had only planned on dropping Colt off on set tomorrow and hanging out to drive him home, but perhaps he will take up Jody’s offer.

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[unknownnumber] Ryry! Did you make it back home safely?

[ryland] I did :) Thank you for asking!

[Thomas] no prob babe ;)

[ryland] …

[Thomas] so listen… I just found out I’m not due to be on set for a few days and well I’ve been here so many times I’ve seen everything so… Do you want to come over? I’m still staying at the beach house.

[ryland] Thank you for the offer, but sadly, I don’t do parties. 

[Thomas] Oh there’s no party :P You just seemed to really like the beach and it’s kinda a shame you didn’t get to see it in person. 

[Thomas] Thought I’d show it to you ;) 

Ryland looks at his phone, taking in the conversation. He knows, he knows, all about Tom Ryder, he really does but…

It’s been so long… An afternoon with someone who will probably hit on him the whole time doesn’t seem too bad if he gets to be at such a beautiful beach. He just…won’t tell Colt.

It’ll be fine.

[ryland] Sure. Um. What time works for you?

except ryland. ryland decides he's going to have a bit of fun and calls up his uncle, asking if holland still has some of his old clothes and if it would be okay if he borrowed them.

so when vintage day comes around, ryland shows up in bell-bottom jeans and a toned down patterned shirt and lets just say all the parents decide that they need to pick up their kids from class and not the car line that day.

and when ryland joins colt for dinner that night, colt's gotta fight off people who keep trying to hit on ryland. jody asks if ryland wouldn't mind showing up on set the next day in that outfit... she may need him as an extra...

and it's colt who finds out, because when he goes to drag ryder to set the next day, there sitting on tom's couch is ryland's fox cardigan. and colt sees red. so much red that before he knows it, he's got his fists in tom's collar and is shoving him against the wall of his trailer.

"Why do you have that?" he hisses, pointing toward the cardigan and somehow, just by the way ryder's eyes glint, he knows the actor is aware that the cardigan is more than just that.

"I didn't take it, if that's what you're implying. In fact, it was left behind last night at the after party. In my room, in fact. Like a g--- Fuck, man!"

The trailer rattles as colt slams ryder against the wall. "You baited him. I know you did. He told me about the house. About the beach. You don't have a house by the beach, you have one in the city. You rented that place last night for the sole purpose of luring him out, didn't you?"

"That's a pretty big accusation, fall guy. Especially since I was planning on giving it back, see?" and tom holds up his phone to see tom's messages open and a conversation between him and sweater angel.

> left ur sweater > the one with the foxes < OH MY GOD thank you SO much i've been freaking out it's my favorite and i've had it forever < can i meet you somewhere to get it? > sure thing babes

"See? Returning it. Now get off me." ryder says, pocketing his phone and colt steps back, but just barely. "Damn man, you think I killed someone or something."

"Stay away from Ryland."

"Well, if he comes and sees me, I can't really stay away, can I?"

But before colt can respond, someone is calling tom away and colt just stomps off, annoyed.

Later, after he's not really cooled down but slightly less angry, he's walking back to his trailer when he sees tom...and ryland. in ryland's arms is his fox cardigan and he's holding onto it for dear life, smiling at tom as the man probably says something stupid. but colt doesn't pay much attention to that for very long.

no, what he pays attention to is how even though ryland's pelt is cradled in his arms, tom has the cuff of one sleeve in between his fingers, rubbing them back and forth over the material. and over the warm winds he hears

"R-really? Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother."

"Of course not, Ry. You're welcome to come over and see the beach any time you want. Let's exchange numbers, yeah?"