[ hello from new york, it's sunday morning and she's got a winchester crashing at her place — in her bed — which is kinda becoming a thing every couple of weeks. this is also probably not the first text she's sent richie about it. but the oh no he's hot of it all still blindsides her. ]
Richie he's making me breakfast I can literally smell it What the fuck
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Richie he's making me breakfast
I can literally smell it
What the fuck