i got bit by the "two eleven truths and a lie" bug, so heres a lil quiz!!

if you follow me you PROBABLY know the answer. or at least can rule several of these out. but hey if you know, don't say it until the poll's over!!! rb and tag with what you guessed/if you Know, i wanna see if i made it too easy :3

*11th choice should say "at Cadmus", it got cut off and i didn't notice and i can't edit the poll :(

Love and Monsters

Steve Harrington x Reader!Henderson

Oneshot

Y/N Henderson's life was not like any other normal teenager's life, on a very young age her only friends was her brother, Dustin and his friends.. She was not popular in highschool, but she was not a nobody neither.. Y/N was just invisible, lost in the sea of students.. She was almost through highschool though, one day her life was turned upside down, literally and figuratively.. It's been months since the 'thing' happend, but she was still shaken up.

Y/N was laying in bed, My Generation blasting from her stereo.. She was home alone, her mother was out with some friends, her brother was hanging out with 'King Steve'.. Ever since Steve helped them about Dart, she grew closer to Steve but their short lived friendship ended when Dustin left for camp and Steve worked on their family business while she was stuck preparing herself for college.. Y/N misses Steve, his unfunny jokes and oh god--his laugh..

A loud knock startled her, she shot up from her bed, memories of what happend was flashing back to her.. Despite what she tells her friend, she was not okay.. She almost died twice and that opened up trauma's and issues within herself..

Another loud knock startled her, Y/N shakes her head and just ran to the door.. Reaching their front door, her icy hands made contact with the cold steel knob..

It revealed a disheveled Dustin and Steve, she could tell that there were excitement dripping all over them.. Steve was still wearing his sailor work uniform, he looked cute to Y/N but she once threw that thought in the back of her mind..

"What's up?" She questioned the two.

Dustin just smiled and pushed pass her, while Steve was reluctant to go in.. Steve avoided Y/N for almost the whole summer because of the daunting realization that he was catching feelings for her and that scared him.. Y/N was the kind of girl that likes to watch nerdy movies, spend hours playing games with a bunch of kids and save the world two times.. However, Steve was scared, he was still stuck in the unjustified rules of highschool and popularity. . He still wanted to be 'King Steve', but he also wanted to be Y/N's..

"Nice outfit, sailor boy.." Y/N winked and laughs at Steve, he just shakes his head and went inside their house..

Steve made his way to Dustin's room with Y/N right behind him, but before reaching Dustin's room, he passed Y/N's room.. He unconsciously stopped as he looks around, observing every corner of her room.

There were posters plastered all over her walls, books were all around her room in her bed, shelves and even floors.. In the other side she had a small collection of music that made Steve smile.. Because they had the exact same taste, she is the perfect girl.

"If you want to go in, you're free to wander around my room, anytime.."

Steve turned around to face Y/N, he misses her.. How Y/N sarcastic remarks leave her sweet lips or how she rolls her eyes whenever she see something stupid.

"I might just take you up on that.."

"Hm-mm.. You didn't even talk to me when Dustin left, you broke my heart, Steviee.." She jokes, but it sounded a little bitter.

Y/N did get hurt, Steve stopped talking to her when Dustin left, it seems like Steve didn't really like her as much as she thinks he did. Y/N was bored and got stuck just studying and sometimes hanging out with the party.. It was fun but she was looking forward to hanging out with Steve.

"I'm sorry about that, I didn't want to see my old friends hanging out with someone like yo---" Steve stopped his sentence, he didn't mean that.. His mind was a mess, he said those things because he didn't want Y/N finding out his stupid feelings

"Right..Yeah, I get it.."

"Y/N that's not what I me--"

"Cause King Steve shouldn't be hanging out with people like me?Gotcha.."

Steve didn't even had the time to reply, he was met with Y/N's slamming door.. He didn't mean that.. Steve loved hanging out with Y/N, he want to give her something special.. Steve wanted something more from Y/N.. He knew exactly what and he didn't need a reason why but Steve wanted to give Y/N something more..

Y/N was hurt, she didn't know why but Steve words brought devastation to her.. She felt disappointed and upset, Y/N was expecting something special.. She didn't know what or why but she was expecting something more from Steve.

Y/N was dropping off Dustin to the mall where Steve was working, her lips were in a unsual frown.. Y/N wasn't usally like this, she was having a bad week, Steve just hurt her feelings and she was taking it much harder, it was very unsual.. The two Henderson was making their way to the Scoops Ahoy shop, Dustin was rambling about a message he picked up while contacting his girlfriend.

"Are you listening?" Her brother asked as they reach the store.

"Yepp, you should go in now.."

"Y/N, this could be a good thing!"

"I know..If you need my help, you can find me in the food court.."

"Y/N.."

"Yeah, Dus?"

"Are you okay?"

Y/N's mind went blank, she hated lying to her brother but she didn't want to worry anyone.  She laughs and messed Dustin's hair.

"Of course.. Now go, you know where to find me.." With that she left..

Y/N was not okay, the last time she slept was a month ago.. Nightmares kept crawling back to her, she was growing more paranoid by the day.. She was not okay, but she couldn't tell anyone that.. Everyone else is okay, even Wil who had it more rough than her. And to top that up, she was broken hearted by Steve's rejection of their friendship.. Y/N just massaged the bridge of her nose, when will she be fine?

Dustin and Steve was in the corner of the mall with binoculars in their eyes, Steve saw Y/N.. Sitting alone in the corner, a walkman in her ears and a book in hand.. Y/N was mouthing the word as her eyes read every word on that book and Steve couldn't help but feel all giddy and guilty inside.

"You see anything?" Dustin snapped Steve back to their current task.

"Uh, I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for.'' Steve answered honestly, Y/N distracted him again.

"Evil Russians."

"Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an evil Russian looks like."

"All blond, not smiling."

"Mm-hmm?" Steve's eyes didn't looked for any Russians, his eyes drifted to Y/N spot but she was gone.. Where did she go? He couldn't help but worry, was she talking to someone else?

"Also, look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing." Dustin added.

"Right, okay, duffel bags." Steve darts his eyes away from Y/N seat but it only fell on a girl he asked out earlier.

"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me." Steve mutters.

"What?" Dustin questioned.

"Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky."

"If you're not gonna focus, just gimme the binoculars."

Dustin got annoyed by his distracted partner, he should have brought his sister along.. But he knew that Y/N was not okay, she seemed distant and lost in her own mind.. Always spacing out and Dustin can hear her cries from his room, it killed him to see her loving and hyper sister transform into a walking corpse.

"Aw, Jesus Christ, whatever happened to standards?"

"I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench." Steve rambled on, annoying Dustin.

"Dude, you are the worst spy in history, you know that?"

The two fought for the binoculars, but they just looked stupid.. Dustin initially gave up and gave the binoculars to Steve.

"I don't get why you're looking at girls. You have the perfect one in front of you."

"Seriously, if you say Robin again..." Steve closes his eyes waiting for Robin's name to come up but it never did.

"No, Y/N.. My sister.."

Steve's heart clenched at the mention of her name, he wants Y/N too.. What can he do? Y/N hates his ass now, he was a jerk and he didn't deserve Y/N.

"No, man, she's not my type." Steve answered while he diverts his eyes away from Dustin.

"I saw you staring at her closed door for about 5 minutes."

Steve eyes grew wide at the realization that Dustin was watching the whole time.. Dustin just shakes his head, if he was asked he'd say that her sister felt the same way..

"She's not even... in the ballpark of what my type is, all right?"

"What's your type again? Not awesome?"

"Thank you."

"Hm."

"For you information, your sister is too sarcastic, she's too nerdy for me.."

"Also, she's too...boyish.."

Beautiful, that's what he wanted to say..

"Dude, that's my sister you're talking about, and besides she's not like that.. She's nerdy but so what? Y/N's also not boyish, she's just secured with her masculinity.."

Dustin's word echoed throughout Steve's system, he already knew that.. But somehow hearing it from another person's perspective made him like you more.

"Y/N's just not my type.." He lied..

Y/N was everything he ever wanted in a girl.

"Thanks for the clarification, Harrington." A voice surprised the two.

Y/N was standing behind them, her arms crossed..  Steve's eyes widen in surprise, did she hear everything? He didn't mean that, what did he mean?

"I didn't mean t--"

"Dustin, if you told me you'll stalk people in malls, I should've brought you to a psychiatrist.." Y/N ignored Steve and just focused on her brother.. Y/N would be lying if she haven't felt more hurt by the words Steve dropped.. She had been listening since the talk about girls came up, Y/N spotted the two doing eccentric things and she decided to eavesdrop.

"No, it's called spying.." Dustin rolled his eyes at her sister remarks while Steve was still frozen..

"What's the difference?" Y/N asked, her eyes still focused on he brother..

"It's just different, okay? Were looking for the--" Dustin stopped and looks around to see if anybody was near..

"Russians?" Y/N continued in a loud tone.

"Shh!" Both Steve and her brother shushed her. Y/N was surpised, she glares at the two and moved closer to them.

"Fine, can I tag along? I'm bored and it'll be nice to be a national hero."

The two looked at each other, Steve was nervous.. Y/N obviously didn't want him around, but this could be a chance for him to apologize to Y/N.

"Sure, you can help us look for russians with dufflebags and camo." Dustin pulled her sister to his side.

"That's kinda racis--"

"No, it's not!" Dustin cuts her sister off making Y/N laugh..

"Whatever you say Dus.."

And that's how she ended up inside a theater with two kids and two drugged teenagere.. Y/N's breathing was heavy, they were captured by Russians just moments ago.. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, she thought this town was finally normal again, but turns out she was wrong.. Very very wrong..

They needed to get out of this hellish mall, Y/N need to find out if there's still russians lurking out, looking for them.

"The two of you need to stay here and take care of them." Y/N instructs to her brother, she pointed at a floopy Steve and Robin.

"Wait--Where are you going?!" Dustin stopped her by pulling her arm.

"I'm going to see if those fuckers are still looking for us.."

"No, we'll come with you.."

"Dustin, you need to stay here and keep a low profile.."

"Y/N don't be a hero.."

"Hey, Dipshit!I'm not trying to be a hero, what I'm doing is protecting you guys because our two friends are drugged and beaten while we brought a little kid into our mess!And I will do everything to keep you all safe, even if that means I get hurt or killed!"

Dustin knew that there's no talking Y/N out of this, her sister was right.. Taking a deep breath, he just nods and hugs her sister..

"Just please, stay safe.." Dustin was in the verge of tears but Y/N held him tight in her arms.. Dustin pulled back, Y/N gave her brother a comforting smile, she rubbed his cheeks and pat his head.

"I'll be okay, I'm a Henderson for god's sake.."

Dustin laughs as tears stroll in his face, she kissed his forehead and walked away, trying not to attract attention.. Taking a deep breath she left the theater, she'll do whatever it takes to keep her brother and her friends.. Y/N's mind flew to Steve, she was pissed off but she was not sure anymore.. The way he saved them and got beat up for them, she couldn't find a reason to be mad at him, all she can think about is his childlish look and how hot he is in his sailor uniform. Y/N just shakes those thoughts away and tried to focus on her task..

Russians..

Steve and Robin were throwing up in a seperate cubicles, they were getting the drugs out of their system.. Retching and puking can be heard all through out the theater bathroom, Steve groans and flushes the toilet.

"The ceiling stopped spinning for me. Is it still spinning for you?" Robin's voice can be heard from the other cubicle.

"Holy shit. No. You think we puked it all up?" Steve rested his back to the mini wall inside the cubicle..

"Maybe. Ask me something.."

"Interrogate me." Robin said in a mocking russian accent.

"Okay. Interrogate you. Sure. Um... When was the last time you, uh, peed your pants?"

"Today."

"What?"

"When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw."

"Oh... All right, my turn."

"Okay. Hit me."

"Have you... ever been in love?"

"Yep. Nancy Wheeler. First semester, senior year." Steve imitates a gunshot.

"Are you still in love with Nancy?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I found someone else, she's a little bit better for me.It's crazy. Ever since Dustin got home, he's been saying, 'You know, you gotta find your Suzie. You gotta find your Suzie.' "

"Wait, who's Suzie?"

"It's some girl from camp, I guess his girlfriend. To be honest with you, I'm not 100% sure she's even real."

" But that's not- that's not really the point. That doesn't matter. The point is, this girl, you know, the one that I like, it's somebody that I... didn't even talk to in school. And I don't even know why."

"Maybe 'cause Tommy H. would've made fun of me or... I wouldn't be... prom king. It's stupid. I mean, Dustin's right, it's all just a bunch of bullshit anyways. Because, when I think about it, I should've been hanging out with this girl the whole time."

"First of all, she hates me now because of a stupid thing I said but when we hanged out, we were bonding and shit.. She was perfect for me, she's nerdy, hangs out with kids too much.. She likes the same things I like, her brother is my bestfriend.. Sometimes I wonder if she's real, because she's too perfect."

"Wait--You like Y/N?"

"Yeah, ever since last year.. I like her so damn much, I can't even believe that I said to her that I shouldn't be hanging out with someone like her."

"YOU SAID THAT?" Robin's voice boomed out all over the bathroom, Steve just sighs and slids out of the cubicle..

"Unfortunately, yes.."

Steve slid in to Robins cubicle, she was glaring at him.

"If you ask me, Y/N doesn't deserve someone like me.. She--She's too nice to be caught up in my miserable life.. And besides she would never like me.."

"I think you're still high.."

"No, I'm not.."

"Do you remember what I said about Click's class? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?"

"Yeah?"

"It isn't because I had a crush on you. It's because... she wouldn't stop staring at you.."

"Mrs. Click?" Robin chuckles and just shakes her head.

"Y/N Henderson, I wanted her to look at me. But... she couldn't pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair. And I didn't understand, because you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. And you asked dumb questions. And you were a douchebag. And- And you didn't even like her then and... I would go home... and just scream into my pillow."

"But Y/N's a girl.."

"Steve.."

"Oh.."

"Yeah, now listen..Don't give me the 'she doesn't deserve me' and 'she doesn't like me back' crap.. Y/N was inlove with you since highschool, now you will tell her all about your mushy mushy feelings and you'll two will get married, have kids and you'll have me to thank for. "

"But what about you?"

"Please, I moved on.."

"Really?"

"Hell yeah, with my pretty face?I could find someone in a jiffy!"

The two were laughing when Dustin and Ericka burst into the bathroom.. Annoyance and frustration written all over their face..

"Okay.What the hell?!" Dustin asked very annoyed.

"Dude, we're normal again.."

"That's not the problem now, we need to find Y/N and go with the rest of the party."

"Y/N's not with you?"

"Do you see her?" Erica asked with the normal sass in her voice. Robin rolls her eyes at Erica who just glares at her.

"Where did she go?" Steve ignored Erica's sarcastic question

"She said she'll check the perimeter, but she hasn't come back since." Dustin answered, she was worried for her sister.. In their situation, who wouldn't?

"Shit." Steve and Robin both utter at the same time.

Y/N was changed into a much more inauspicious clothes, it was just some pants and a shirt tucked into it.. She fixed her disheveled hair and wiped her sweat.. She needed to blend in, her eyes wander around the mall.. There were Russians walking around, bviously looking for someone and that someone was them.. All the exits are heavily guarded by guards, there's no way out..

Taking a deep breath she walked back to the theater, praying that her brother and friends was safely still there but before she could even reached the theater, a russian man spotted her..

"I got eyes on one of the target!" The russian said into his earpiece, making Y/N run to the higher level of the mall, her heart racing and she was starting to feel tired.

Y/N just ran until she lost the russian, her breathing was getting shorter by the second..  Y/N's leg was starting to hurt but she ignored it and looked down to see if she can spot her brother..

And there they are, getting chased by guards.. Worries pumped into her brain as they run.. She needed to help them, if not they could get killed.

"Hey stupid spies!I'm right up here, morons!" Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs as she waves her hands around..

Steve and Dustin was horrified as they hide into the counters, Y/N was risking her life for theirs..

The guards that was chasing them made eye contact and targeted Y/N but before they could do anything a car honk.. The russians looked at each other, confused and dazed.. Eleven can be seen controlling the car, she throws it at the bad men and all they could hear were groans..

Y/N felt a surge of relief, she made her way to her brother.. Dustin, Robin, Erica and Steve pop out from behind the counter, steam hissing.. Y/N saw her brother and they all rushed up to hug her..

A tight hug welcomed Y/N, but this hug wasn't just from Dustin.. It was also from Robin, Erica and Steve.. Suddenly they all look up to see the rest of the party.. The hug was cut off by Dustin running to hug Mike and Eleven.

"Lucas?" Erica saw her brother and it made Lucas confuse..

"What are you doing here?"

Y/N who was just taking in deep breaths smiled to herself.. They were safe, but she knew this was not over.. Steve stayed in Y/N side, Robin's word replayed in his mind.. This is his chance to say his undying love to Y/N.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm?" Y/N saw Steve besides her, she was growing tired but Y/N needed to keep thriving for everyone.. Y/N saw that Steve was hesitant, he was nervous and it made her felt nervous too.

"I--I uhh.." Steve mumbles, his tongue was backing out.. Y/N had such a powerful effect on him, to the way she says his name, and everytime Y/N calls him, his heart skips a beat.. It sounds corny, but it was true..

"What?Do you need a speak and spell?" Y/N joked, it didn't help a struggling Steve.. He started to grew more anxious, he needed to get this off his chest.. This could be the last time they all see each other alive, there's no telling what could happen to them.

Y/N was just staring at him

"I have something to confess---"

Steve was cut off by El who was in pain and grunting in the floor..  They all ran to her aid and helped her with the pain she was going through.. Steve slightly curses at himself, maybe this was not a great time for a love confession.. He needed to focus on surviving this hellish adventure.. Again 

It finally ended.. Y/N was relieved, it was over.. They were safe, Y/N and Dustin were sitting in the back of an ambulance, a blanket around them as they hug each other..

"If this shit happens again, we're moving.." Y/N jokes.. Dustin chuckled, maybe they should.. However, the adventures were growing more fun and dangerous..

"Nah, we love being heroes.."

Y/N laughs as she held her brother tighter, she fixed his hair and wipe some dirt off his face.. Even if he's old now, he'll always be Y/N's baby brother.. She smiled at the memory of Suzie and Dustin singing in the middle of mayhem and chaos.

"Stooop, I'm all grown up now!" He stood up and made his way to his friends..

"Don't get too far, lover boy!" Y/N shouted causing Dustin's cheek to blush..

Y/N sighs at the sight of her brother walking away from her, this is the last time she'll save the world, she was tired of monsters.. Y/N was just enjoying the cold air of the night when someone cleared their throat.

"Hello to you Harrington.." Y/N smiled at Steve, he was just standing infront of her.. Y/N can't help but feel giddy when Steve's in his sailor outfit.. It saddens her that Steve was still stuck in his highschool mindset..

"I have something to tell you.." Steve mumbles incoherently, but Y/N understood it.. Steve was always nervous when Y/N's around, he remember the first time he saw Y/N..

Steve saw Dustin on the street asking for help, and he didn't believe at him first but he was soon convinced by how Dustin was nervous and scared.. They pulled up at the Henderson's residence, that's where he first saw--no that's not the right word..

That's where he first acknowledged Y/N..

She was sitting on the porch steps on her pajama's, there were dirt on her face and her hairs a mess.. Y/N's face lighten up when he saw Dustin getting out of the car..

"Hey Dus------What is he doing here?" Y/N's face dropped when he saw Steve also getting out of the car.

"He's our back up.." Her brother answered short and continue walking into the entrance of the basement.

"I'm back up..'' Steve said cocky at Y/N, she just scoffs and followed Dustin..

"For a guy with a black eye, you're awfully confident.."

"That's what seeing a pretty girl like you does to me.." Steve didn't know what he ate that time but he had this whole new confidence when he started talking to Y/N.. However, Y/N didn't seem impressed to his corny jokes and pick up lines, she was always scoffing and rolling her eyes..

"Yeah, you said that too when we were inside..That" Y/N's voice pulled him back to the present.. Y/N gestured at the burning mall infront of them.

"Yeah.." Steve cleared his throat, he opens his mouth, but the words won't come out he's chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now, the clocks run out, times up, over, blaow   .

"Are you gonna say something?" Y/N was starting to get nervous, did she do something to make Steve act strange? He was shaking, the sweat on his forehead is flowing like the Niagara Falls.. That's not attractive yet for some reason she found it hot..

"Oh--Yeah--Uhh.." He failed to say words again, why can't he just go straight to the point?

Robin who was with the rest of the party was staring at a stuttering and nervous Steve.. The rest started to notice even Jonathan and Nancy who was in each others arms..

"When is he gonna tell my sister that he likes her?" Dustin ponder as he stares at the two..

"I don't know, he's taking forever just uttering one sentence.." Lucas pitched in making the others laugh..

"I thought Steve was a suave and cool guy?" Mike jokes causing some of them to laugh, some was just quiet.. They were still having a hard time grasping all of this, especially Max..

"He's a nerd just like you guys.." Nancy answered, they all shake their heads as they watch Steve nervously fidgets..

"Alright, I finally had enough.." Robin whispers, the party turned to Robin, carefulky watching to what she had under her sleeves..

"HEY Y/N!" Robin shouts..

Y/N broke her gaze with Steve and brought it to a shouting Robin, not far from them.. Steve just froze to his place, panic started blaring out through his mind..

"WHAT STEVE'S TRYING TO SAY IS HE FREAKING LIKES YOU!" Robin shouted, and it all made them freeze.. Y/N blinked rapidly, did she hear that right? Steve l-likes her? What? When? How? Where?

Steve felt embarrased, he wanted the crawl in a hole and die.. Robin was dead to him, how could she do that? Now Y/N's gonna start to avoid him, she obviously doesn't like her back.

"I-Is that true?" Y/N finally asked the question she was dying to ask, she never really thought about Steve that way.. Fine, she's not gonna lie, there were some thoughts about Steve that kept her up at night..

"I can explain--If you don't feel the same it's totally fi----" Steve panicked and randomly said any excuses he can think off, not giving Y/N a chance to speak..

Y/N rolled her eyes at how Steve was rambling on, she smiled and stands up.. Pulling Steve sailor outfit, she kissed him..

Steve pressed his lips harder on Y/N, he wanted this kiss to happen since he first saw her.. And now it's happening, Y/N puts her arm around Steve's neck.. This was her first kiss and she was glad that it was to Steve.. They both kissed as the burning Star Court crumbles infront of them.  Y/N didn't knew that you can find love and monsters in this terrifying situation..

Dustin groaned at the sight of her sister and bestfriend kissing, he wanted to vomit and scoop his eyes out.. This was not a sight for sore eyes..

"Ugh!I don't want to watch my sister exchange salivas with Harrington!" Dustin sigh under his breath

"Get used to it, you'll be seeing a lot of him.." Robin teased making Dustin die inside.

"Dammit!"

Y/N was just thinking that some people lost someone special, Eleven lost Hopper.. Max lost Billy and the rest will wake up in the morning with terrible memories haunting them everyday, they can no longer feel the assurance that they're safe in the quiet town they grew up to. They knew everything that lies withing the depths of this ground, all the horrible things that Hawkin Labs brought.. Chief Hopper and Billy Hargrove died for them, they were heroes.. And the sad part is, no one will ever know.. Those who deserves to be recognized is no longer here, the heroine act they did save the world yet the world doesn't even know about them.. But Y/N and the rest knows that the sacrifices they made won't go to waste, they'll do everything in their power to keep whatever haunts this eerie town at bay.

I found this highly nice but cringey at the same time so bear with it, I also wanted to update my series about James Potter but I just can't seem to end it ughhhhh..Anyways, I hope you guys like this one..

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Maybe i'm late but, did anyone, like actually have left remus in a small place (for his claustrophobia) for like 4 hours or something just because he did something bad? If yes did anyone just stayed here and heard him suffer? Or actually tried to help him out in secret? Sorry if it is long ^^'

Deceit’s smarmy snake grin never left his confident face. Oh god, Remus was giving him the look. No one ever liked being given the look, something that no Side should ever be subject to, carrying the promise of your emotional vulnerability, a sackful of seeing through your bullshit and a dash of demented purity rivaled only by Patton. And Vir

Deceit cleared his throat, loudly and with purpose. “Well? Go on, Remus.”

Remus rolled his eyes, a childish staple of his that always looked comical. “Oh come on, Nope Rope, you and I both know you spout more shit than a bull with diarrhea after one of your nightmares. So you might as well follow it up with some tea.”

So much wrong had just come out of Remus’ mouth. The man smelled like tonsil stones on a good day yet he still managed to surprise the Sides with horrifying bouts of intellect every now and then. The slimy little bugger.

"Clearly you've remembered what I told you about calling me names."

Remus leaned happily. "Nakey Snakey."

"Remus..."

"Boop Noodle!"

"Remus."

"Dangle Fangle!"

"Remus! Shut up!"

Remus feigned offense. "I'm trying out ones that start with a D!"

"That's not my point! Now distract me with musical ditties as you were instructed, you foul wretch!"

"Slithervester Stallone-!" Remus had time to squeal before Deceit squashed his face with a pillow and snatched the remote. The game was on as if by instinct and Remus tackled him from under the pillow, shrieking muffled. Deceit whacked him on the head, hard, with the remote. Remus was distracted momentarily, so Deceit took the chance and shoved him off of him with more force than necessary, insulting him all the while.

"-you nitwit, you just can't listen, can you, you moron, you bitch, you're so thick-headed, do that again and I swear-"

"You'll what, you'll lock me in the closet?"

All of a sudden, it was like an invisible giant had drowned the room in heavy syrup. The tightness from before returned and Deceit, still breathing hard, glared at Remus with gritted teeth and panicked eyes. The Side was below him, pillow on his chest, grin gone and singlet askew.

That one sentence, although it needed no context to tell who had been on the receiving end of it, brought more distress to the deceitful side than it did to the other, strangely enough. They kept their eyes trained on each other. Neither would admit that they felt like they were breathing molasses and it wasn't sweet. The television had long ago blacked out, a deafening silence following its rather meek departure.

Remus' eyes didn't stop glowing. Deceit's didn't either. None were good signs, but Remus still said, in the rare soft tone his voice could manage at times, "That's the problem, isn't it?"

Deceit swallowed. He turned away and stared at the floor, eyes narrowed to slits. He had put down the remote with controlled harshness on the sofa. He exhaled through his nose and never made eye contact with Remus.

Everyone had their little tics. Remus hated being called scary. Roman was a compulsive perfectionist. Patton had a repression habit. And Thomas didn't want to be a bad person.

Neither did Deceit.

"You know I'm over that, right?"

"... obviously."

That could mean anything, and that wasn't even getting to which part of the question he was answering. Remus bit his tongue. His canines dug into the muscle, and he pulled them out again, breathing in the scent of his own blood. Feeling a bit better, he turned away from Deceit and stared at the black screen of the TV.

"No, really you don't have to worry about it. You worrying about it pisses me off."

Still no response.

"Deceit?" Remus couldn't help but feel a bit concerned at this exchange.

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"Who--who are you?" Fun blurbled at the figure on all fours before him. Fresh tear stains still stained his cheeks, an ear-to-ear smile etched below his eyes.

Something was off. Heart had run away with someone who looked like him, and had left him alone. He'd never do that. He'd always stuck with him through anything, no matter what he said or did. But the look Heart had given him... it was as if he didn't know what to make of him all of a sudden. Less than that, even.

The figure, still cautious and poised to pounce, didn't answer. Its impossibly wide reptilian eyes glowed bright in the dark, illuminating nothing on its entirely pitch black body, and Fun could make out nothing but a few familiar features.

"Are you a--a Side too?"It flinched and hissed at him. Fun found that he didn't duck away from the grotesque mouth that opened too wide. Or more like, there wasn't anything in his head that told him it was gross. He found it cute because it was gross, in fact.

When the brown-rimmed mouth closed, it was as if it was never there. It glared at him through narrowed eyes and spat at his feet.

"Oh."

With all the pure spite radiating off of the thing, it still approached, walking perfectly on its hands and legs. It didn't look clumsy moving like that, and Fun suspected it had always been that way.

"Wh--what are you doing?"Fun tried not to find this tiny demonic thing adorable. Didn't help matters when it planted its face on his sticky, black knee (... huh.) and walked off.

Before Fun could process what just happened, it turned around with the calmest expression and stared. And waited. It wanted him to follow.

As adorable as the thing was, Fun still had his doubts. He didn't want to leave. This was where his friends were. Curious little Learning, sweet as sugar Heart, cowardly yet caring Careful. But he had a feeling they didn't want to see him again.

It broke his heart.

So with a greasy squelch, Fun struggled to his feet and went with the creature.

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"Deceit, you need to stop holding yourself over that. We can't be like the Others."

The further lack of response frustrated Remus. He probably should be trying to comfort Deceit, but that wasn't his type. Tough lo--learning would have to do, it was how it always went. They couldn't afford to be wishy-washy with stuff like feelings.

"Deceit, if you don't stop feeling bad about it I'm gonna smack the shit out of you. With my bare hands. And this morning star."

"Aren't you trying too hard not to be Roman?"

Remus slammed his weapon into the pillow. "Well I think you're trying too hard to be Patton!"

"Wouldn't you think Virgil would have wanted that?" Deceit was weary. Remus breathed in sharply through his teeth and stuttered.

"What?"

"It's clear we weren't the best to him. It's not his fault he left. It was for the best. He needs better than us. He deserves better than us."

"What the fuck!" Remus threw up his hands. "What the fuck, Deceit! What happened to being your own person? What happened to not giving a shit about living up to anyone's standards?! You don't know what you're talking about, because you're tired, and you're just a hypocrite who was never able to see past your own horseshit!"

"I know."

Remus wanted to rip his hair out. Deceit's or his own, he didn't really care. "Jesus Christ! Ugh!"

He flumped into a pillow and screamed into it.

Deceit watched him.

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"You know, it's kinda weird how you don't wanna be called a Side, you know? Like, you look like Heart, and we all know that Heart looks the most like Thomas. So you gotta be pretty important. If you look the most like Thomas. Next to Heart. You know what I'm saying?"

It was still silent. The quiet walk down the tattered corridor had been awkward, and now that they were up the stairs and in some padded room that was probably the creature's, Fun tried to fill the silence as the creature studied him. It prowled around Fun as he sat cross legged on the floor, leaking tar all over the place.

"And, well, Learning is super important too. And Careful. We're all super important." It brushed by his shoulder and stared at his back with interest for a good two seconds before sitting back on its haunches.

"But Learning only looks the second most like Thomas. Careful just likes his hair to be all dangly. Though he clips it back sometimes to fit in? I think? I dunno."

"Anyways, I just thought that maybe once we're done here, with." Fun looked at the creature. "Whatever this is. I could bring you back with me to the others! I just got rid of the bad stuff in me, and once I get all cleaned up, and you too, we'll be all okay again!"

The creature stopped prodding at his back and he could feel it staring into nothing. Fun couldn't help but note the lack of breath on his neck. Either it gave up trying to appear human a long time ago or it was just that short. He giggled at the thought.

But that faded away when he started feeling slight concern. It was too silent. He hated silence. Fun turned to look over his shoulder, then shuffled his body around to peer at the creature, who was now deep in thought.

"Hey bud? What's wrong with ya? Cat got your tongue?" He chuckled. "I've heard that from Learning and Heart a lot. You're gonna love em. They'll help you lighten up! Trust me, we've been through lots together, they'll like you too!"

It lifted its head up and fixated him with the saddest stare anyone could give a Side. Fun felt his excitement at meeting a new friend weather away when he felt that something was terribly, terribly wrong.

A thin line of brown appeared, and widened. It's eyes darted here and there with consideration. It was choosing its words. Fun titled his head as it strained to force out words.

"Not."

"Uh. Huh? You can talk!"

"Fun."

"Wait, what are you saying?"

It bounced in place with clear frustration. After clutching its head and shaking it, it tried again.

"You. Not." It tried once more. "You. Not! You! Not! Fun!"

Fun withered under its glare, a little hurt. "I'm not fun to be with? I'm sorry, uh-"

"No!"

Fun's heart ached for the thing, confused and intrigued. All of them learned how to speak along with Thomas. How was it that this Side didn't?

"Gone."

"..."

"Fun. Gone."

"I really don't understand."

"Fun." It drew a capital F in the air. He nodded, a little less lost. It nodded too.

"Fun. Split. Gone. You. Green. Half. Heart. You. Red. Half. You." It was closer now. It stuck a finger onto Fun's chest, sorrowful expression looking like it was supposed to be welling up with tears. Its jaw trembled. "Half. Bad. Half."

"Not. Their. Fun."

Fun wasn't so sure about anything anymore. He understood it perfectly, he just really didn't want to. "You can't be serious."

It was. It looked as if it has never been more certain of anything in its life. It lowered its head.

Panic gripped him like no other and his mind began racing. He gestured wildly.

"Then--then who's that other half?! They can't go on without Fun! Thomas can't go on without Fun!" The partial emptiness that he'd been trying to ignore a long time ago had grown more apparent as he ranted. "I can't let that happen! What will they do?"

Half. Bad. Half.

It struck. 'Fun' felt his chest drop to his stomach. "They. I'm the bad half."

The creature was still as a statue."They--they think--they think the red me is--is Fun, they, Learning, Careful, H-Heart--they don't know me."

The black and green outfitted grease blob blubbered on. "It's--it's not fair! I know them! I drew pictures with Thomas, I came up with our names, I--I'm--I know what Fun knows!"

He desperately turned to the creature in front of him. "They can't do this! I-if the other me is Fun, then I'm Fun too! I'm still Fun! I still know them! I still love them! At the very least, I'm still one of Thomas' Sides!" The creature silently stared as he kept talking, as his words blurred together with cries of anguish, as he put his forehead to the floor, bunching his sash in his hands. All tears had run out earlier, and there were only bawls of despair that dissolved into whimpers.

The humanoid grease blob didn't know what to call himself anymore. But it still wasn't fair at all. The truth was that. They thought that their Fun had returned from the battle, sword held high and rid of the beast. To them, Fun was better than ever.

But what was he?

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"When you explained in your dumb loophole way that my stupid ass brother wasn't me, it was the first time you had advice you didn't follow, did you?"

"Remus, you can't pretend you don't feel the same."

"Fuck off!" Remus groaned. "I'm not pretending for anything, Dee, I've said it multiple times, I have nothing I want to hide! But you can't be serious about wanting to be like Patton!"

Deceit pondered his answer. "I may or may not have considered it."

Remus let go of Deceit's shirt slowly. He still fixated him with fierce angry eyes as his fingers loosened, setting the smaller Side down a little. So he didn't actually think it. Just a passing thought. Okay then.

Deceit straightened his collar and smoothed out the wrinkles in his outfit. And he was back to looking sullenly at the a spot on the carpet.

Remus swallowed. God, this was harder than it needed to be. He wondered if this was how Deceit felt when he was younger, rawer in his state, unable to speak in anything but opposites. He didn't have to teach Deceit how to not speak in opposites, because the more they raised each other, the more Deceit's black scales had resided and his speech freedom loosened up.

They always talked it out, they always had to stick close. So why was it so hard now?

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The squeal of unbridled joy when it was introduced to noir films, the long bath chases, the practice with his creations and tentacles, the nights spent splayed out messily on the same bed after a nightmare. It was simple. So simple.

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Deceit could feel the stare from Remus leaving him. God, if that moron tried to comfort him now he was going to explode. His eye would leak tears like a broken faucet and he would be a pathetic blubbering mess, and Remus would have blackmail until the day Thomas finally died.

He swore he could feel the long exhale and mutterings as Remus thought on what to say. He really didn't care, in the end. Deceit wanted nothing more than to do his job and think nothing of anything ever again. He didnt--

"Virgil's gone, and there's nothing we can or could do about it. Because of how we are. It's jackshit to say we can change our nature. Nothing. Nada. Zero." Firm hands with black acrylics gripped his shoulder and turned his tired eyes onto Remus' own.

"Feeling sorry for yourself won't change anything. Things happen, jackoff."

Deceit's breath hitched, but he didn't quite feel like crying, oddly enough. Strange that through gritted teeth and eyes that could gleam death to anyone who doesn't know Remus well, he felt more clarification than all his thoughts combined. His mind had chanted a mantra of things his whole life, and what Remus said was only one of them. Deceit had been hoping to finally hear them from an outside source. But somehow, someway, Remus had found a way to make this line of reasoning sound less harsh.

Unpredictable as always.

"Remus. I.."

He placed his hands gently on Remus' wrists, patted twice. Remus let go and studied him, an air of sternness and also nervousness apparent in his face. They simmered in the unsaid apology, sitting on the couch in their lonely, mangy living room, like it was a vague yet satisfactory ending to a movie. That was how all their arguments would usually end, but it was rarely in any way fulfilling.

Deceit thought on it. Swallowing the hard lump in his throat, he choked out a laugh. "God, we're such a mess."

Glad the tension was broken, Remus smiled, ugly shark teeth in full view. "Yeah we are. We're the Mindscape's dumpster fires."

They were delirious with more emotion than they experienced on a daily basis, and they both chortle along to Remus' weak joke. Jesus, if you could lose fat due to mental work as well as physical, Thomas would be underweight by now.

Remus shook his head. "Honestly, you can't think too much about it. Just think of all the times we battered each other in this place, and you'll feel better about the closet thing."

Deceit snorted. "How is it that I'm more affected by it than you? Like all the times you ripped out my hair."

"Or all the times you silenced us whenever you felt like it."

"Or all those times you slammed me in to a hard surface."

"Remember that one time you left me in the closet for a week?"

"I still remember how I silenced Virgil for a month."

Remus snapped his fingers. "Yeah, Virgil, I remember how many times he gave us hallucinations. Sometimes he'd give us panic attacks for the hell of it!" He laughed.

"He was always quite the hothead."

"That's not even counting his stabs. Not just with a knife."

"Knowing you, that could mean anything."

Remus swooshed his hands in a rainbow-shaped gesture gleefully."Oooooh, whatever you want it to mean!" The joke was lacking and childish, but Remus' delivery was so goofy.

Deceit chuckled, back of his hand pressed daintily to his mouth as always. Remus giggled in short bursts of high-pitched derangement along with him.

Then it dissolved into awkward silence as they pondered their situation, up at ass o' clock in the morning, sprawled over the couch in undignified manners, dim light flickering because they were too depressed to fix it, talking about unreasonable hostile behavior so casually like they were fond memories of family vacations.

"... let's go make breakfast."

"Okay, Caution Ramen."

"I'm sorry?"

"Hazard Spaghetti. Murder Spagurder."

"...what."

"Judgemental Shoelace."

"Oh, shut the fuck up."

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"No! Get away!" The sobbing figure cowered away from the green and yellow-tinted Sides, if you could call them that.

Bad Thoughts put his hands out. "Woah, woah, hey, we won't hurt you! Much."

Deceit slapped Bad Thoughts as the Side, who was slowly fading into a full black and purple from the legs up, put his hands in his hair and screamed louder. "Shut up! Go away! I'm sorry! Please! I hate you! Go away!"

"Well that's a lot of mixed signals." Bad Thoughts muttered. Careful looked a lot different from what he had remembered. He was seeming more tired and grievous. A faint spark of recognition flashed across Careful's eyes when he peeked up at him, but ducked away when Bad Thoughts stretched the arm with his morning star.

Without a word, Deceit knelt down and wrapped his arms around Careful. He flinched, but he stopped sobbing at least. He was still breathing hard when BT decided to join in, planting himself as softly as he knew how to on Caution.

"You're okay," Deceit murmured. "You're alright. You won't hurt anyone. You won't do that."

Caution hiccupped, staring at the ceiling, eyes brimming with angry tears. He hissed though gritted teeth."How--how do you know? You don't understand, I cause so many problems--"

"Yeah, we do. We know that. But that's you." Remus said. "Who cares if you do? Causing problems is what we do around here. You can't blame yourself for doing what you do best."

Caution was still dubious. He was sniffling. Slowly, he put his arms on Deceit's back. "I don't want to make more trouble."

Deceit lowered his head onto his shoulder. "Just come with us. We cause trouble, but whether you want to do that is up to you."

The black was receding, but the purple still lingered a little. All four of Caution's eyes blinked.

Remus pulled away, leaving only his hand on Careful's shoulder. His old friend, who didn't know who he was, who was meeting him for the first time. "Besides, I don't think you meant to cause that breakdown."

Caution finally turned and looked, actually looked at him for the first time since they were children. "You don't?"

"Nope!"

The purple color was down to his knees again. The black was gone.

"But," Caution started, both Sides pulling back to give him space. "But, it was so unnecessary, and--and the whole damn class was watching, and the other sides were freaked out-"

"Yeah, so? It was cool! Don't you think it's some way of letting everyone know that Thomas was upset? Things were getting hairy and you pulled it off perfectly." Remus gave an exaggerated chef's kiss in the air.

"That power is something only you hold, storm cloud." Deceit said. "Like Remus said, it's who you are. It was quite the display."

Caution eyed them suspiciously. "Yeah, well, you guys would think so."

"Don't you see? If you come with us, you can learn to control that! You can choose your own rules, you can choose when you want to have influence over Thomas!" Deceit lowered his voice. "You can protect Thomas by forcing the others to hear how much you try."

Caution didn't make eye contact, finding it difficult when two people stared at once. But he was thinking about it, clearly. The others had been trying to ignore him lately, and no one had to be a genius to figure that out. The rise and fall of his chest grew a little quicker as he realized how unfair it was that he was just trying to be a Side, and Thomas didn't care. The spite and betrayal was evident in his eyes, the same that had plagued Bad Thoughts and Deceit so many times in their childhood.

It was decided.

He looked up with grim determination. "C-call me Fear."

Previous parts here and here

Claustrophobic Remus post here

Welcome to Butt Stuff: Anal, anal, anal...

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Dave York (Equalizer 2)

Roses (Notes on Tutoring interlude) by @honestly-shite (Okay but for real… NoT Dave already owns my pussy, and now I’m going to give him the back door, too. Hot, hot, HOT!! -Claire)

Frankie “Catfish” Morales (Triple Frontier)

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Javier Peña (Narcos)

Virgin Territory by @pintsizemama (This is one of the filthiest, sexiest, most explicit, most lighthearted "first time anal" scenes I have ever read, and it's... WOW. Just so freaking good. Like, Javi takes care of Ari in a way that's full of respect and good humor. I loved the banter and the sexiness of the first time. HOT! -Claire)

Javi Gutierrez (TUWOMT)

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Jack “Whiskey” Daniels (Kingsman 2: The Golden Circle)

The Laundry Room by @lowlights (This one really got me feeling some type of way. A jealous kind of way that this isn’t my life. Husband Jack isn’t going to clean up our house and then let me peg him after he does the laundry. This is domestic filth and it is GOOD. Still envious, but I can dream.) - Lauren

Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)

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Supernatural Novel: The Unholy Cause

Welcome to my review of the fifth Supernatural novel, The Unholy Cause

Author: Joe Schreiber

Timeline: Set after Episode 5.08 Changing Channels but before Episode 5.16 Dark Side of the Moon

Location: Mission's Ridge, Georgia

Synopsis: As the pressure mounts for the upcoming apocalypse, Sam and Dean head to the historic town of Mission's Ridge, GA, where the Civil War is less about the past and more about the present. With interference from Castiel, demons, and Judas Iscariot himself, how can Sam and Dean prevent a major catastrophe from befalling this small town?

Review: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Warning: Spoilers abound!

After the last book, I was really hoping to see an improvement in this one, and boy did I! I've finally hit the Supernatural tie-in novel I was hoping to read from the beginning! It read like an actual episode, I could hear the actors speaking through the character's words, and I really couldn't find anything that contradicted canon.

In addition, the actual storyline was compelling and the side characters interesting. With the other novels I've reviewed, it's taken me most of the day to read them because I kept getting distracted. This one, I read straight through without stopping. I love reading a book like that!

Side note: This novel does dive in to Christian theology and the story of Judas Iscariot (who betrayed Jesus). If you are uncomfortable delving into that portion of Christianity, you may not want to read the book or this review (though my review notes about that will be minimal).

Now, since I don't have any canon vs. non-canon comparisons to make, today's review is simply going to be a list of my favorite scenes and how certain scenes relate to what's going on during this period in Season 5.

Cameo!

Sam and Dean are informed of the case by one Rufus Turner! He's only in it for a brief bit, but he's still funny as heck asking the police to pay his dry-cleaning bill.

We get a nice character introduction of enigmatic (clueless) Castiel who's trying to heal Civil War reenactors who are understandably frightened of him. He's still searching for God at this point, but we also get this nice character beat for him:

"I walked the battlefields of the South a hundred and sixty years ago," Castiel replied, a faraway look entering his eyes. "I moved among the men and brought their souls to glory. And now..." Something moved over his face for just an instant, so rare and brief that Dean almost didn't catch it; a flicker of hope. "And now," he repeated, "I'm healing again."

Of course, Dean has to explain that none of the reenactors actually need healing and he goes back to being determined to find a 'First-order witness' - someone who broke bread with Jesus Christ.

I found this part surprising within the book, but as I thought about it, it made more sense. The TV series has to tread a very careful line with Christianity so as not to offend a bunch of viewers, but the books have a much smaller audience and can take these liberties. Personally, I was fine with it. They didn't go too deep and stuck with the witness being Judas (who doesn't exactly have a great reputation to begin with).

There's a fantastic brotherly moment where Sam shares the sheriff's name (Jack Daniels) and they then go back and forth trying to guess what this Jack person is like i.e., fat vs. skinny, bald vs. hairy...

Dean: "Nam vet. Buford Pussar type. From Walking Tall." Sam: "Deliverance refugee. Civil citations all over his desk."

One of things I love about this book is the brother's relationship. This banter and other character beats really feel authentic as opposed to the prior novels. (I won't spoil what the sheriff is actually like - needless to say, they play a major role in the book.)

Just a few pages later from this great banter, we're back to the drama as Sam and Dean argue about a nightmare Sam had that he can't remember, but which could be relevant to the case.

"What's this about Dean?" Sam demanded, "Is it about you not trusting me? Because if it is, there's not a whole lot of places we can go from there." "Yeah, you're my brother," Dean said. "But you're also Lucifer's prom dress, and if he's seeding your dreams with hints about the master plan, then maybe it might be a good idea for you to look at 'em as close as possible. That's all I'm saying."

And of course, Dean gets concerned about Sam as they split up to cover more ground. It's music to my ears! There are a number of other conversations like this that really emphasize the strained relationship Sam and Dean display in Season 5.

Another surprising character beat is the influence of Lucifer on Sam because as he's doing research at the local historical society, Sam (and the historian) are surprised to find out he can read Coptic, an ancient Egyptian language. It startles Sam and once again emphasizes how different he is.

At a particularly gruesome crime scene (a mass grave), there's a brief moment with Dean that really shines as he looks down on the skeletons in the mass grave and finds a similarity to what he did in Hell:

Because that was what he did after spending years down there, doing what he'd done... Through sheer force of will, Dean shoved those notions aside...Now more than ever he didn't want that experience contaminating the way he looked at the world... not that he had a choice. Hell had been his Vietnam. It had stamped its mark on him for all eternity, and no amount of denial or self-imposed ignorance was going to change that.

There's an additional moment of traumatized Dean that I wish they could have shown in the tv series:

Sam: "Are those bloodhounds?" Dean didn't answer... When Sam finally caught a look at his brother's face, he saw that Dean's cheeks and forehead had gone absolutely white, as if every drop of blood had been sucked away... "They're not hellhounds, Dean, they're just dogs..." Dean didn't answer. He was still listening to the barking and howling noises coming closer, crashing through the undergrowth. He seemed paralyzed by the sounds.

There are more to these Dean passages, (too much to copy), but I really like that we see actual effects of past experiences.

There's also a nice scene with Sam and a young teenager that really highlights his ability to connect with kids around that age (of which we see later in the TV series):

"My brother and I grew up without a Mom, too," Sam said... "It wasn't always easy... Not everybody gets that." "I still dream about her sometimes, you know? Even though I was young when she... when it happened," Nate blinked at Sam. "Weird, huh?" "Are they good dreams?" "Yeah." "Then it's good. That's your way of remembering her."

The last third of the book is very action-oriented and has multiple instances of hurt Sam and hurt Dean, with the requisite caring from each brother.

Once again, I've gone on too long, but I'll end with a couple of favorites: Humor:

The sheriff glanced out the window, (referring to Baby) "And haul that piece of crap car to the impound lot. I don't want it cluttering up my street." "Woah!" Dean snapped, a sudden rush of anger rising in his face. "Watch your damn mouth. You can't just---"

Drama:

"This is blood money," Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out the Shekel. "Bobby says the only way anybody gets their hand on this..." The rest of the sentence was getting stuck in his chest, and he made himself finish it, "is by betraying someone you love." Dean stared at him. "Dean..." "Look," Dean broke in. "Don't get too hung up on it, okay? It doesn't necessarily mean anything," he stood up and brushed off his jeans. "Whatever happens between us, we'll deal with it then..."

Thanks again for reading! I'll be back again next week with War of the Sons!

Could I maybe request a fem!speeding bullet drabble where either of the two is really insecure about their body and usually hate people seeing them naked and the other trying to comfort them throughout it? Your writing is absolutely amazing and I'm real curious how you'd go about this!

could’ve gone with either of them i think but frankly i feel like scout’s the type to gush at any given partner with even the barest possible excuse to do so. also fem!sniperscout headcanon, sniper calls scout princess. that is all

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Scout went still, pulled back, looked at her, apparently noting the tension in her shoulders. “Uh,” she said. “Sorry. I—we can stop.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Sniper assured, even as she forced herself to relax, muscle by muscle, flashing an admittedly tight smile at the girl straddling her lap, whose room they were occupying in that particular moment.

Scout frowned. “Snipes, seriously, it’s okay if—like, you don’t gotta do anything you don’t wanna do. It’s okay if you aren’t ready for stuff.”

“It’s not that,” Sniper insisted, and then winced a little at herself.

Scout tilted her head a little, looking confused.

Sniper wished this didn’t happen. She and Scout had been dating for months, and it was pretty obvious that Scout wanted… more. At first more than Sniper gingerly taking hold of her hand when they were driving into town, then more than Sniper swooping down to give her quick pecks on the cheek in moments of courage, then more than gentle kisses before parting ways in the evening.

Graduating from softer kisses to what they’d managed to escalate to—Scout sitting on her lap and kissing her absolutely silly, hands tangling in her hair and mouth working harder than it tended to do with her constantly firing off at the rest of the team—had taken a long time. And the first time they’d ended up making out outright had ended abruptly when Sniper had suddenly been hit with nerves, and she stammered out that she wasn’t sure she was ready to push much further, and Scout looked a little disappointed but was quick to assure her that they weren’t in any rush.

So that was how it tended to go. Scout kissing her so hard her head spun and backing off the moment Sniper started to seem uncomfortable. And admittedly, at some point down the line it stopped being that Sniper was uncomfortable with the idea of pushing further, and just being…

Well, self-conscious, to put it simply.

Scout exhaled, hands moving to rest on Sniper’s shoulders. “Snipes, can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah,” Sniper agreed.

“I know you said that you’re like, pretty new to dating and stuff but not like that new, right?” she asked. Sniper nodded. “Okay. But like… are you new to like…”

Sniper waited for the end of the sentence. Scout huffed out a breath, apparently deciding to cut the bullshit.

“Snipes, are you all nervous about this stuff because you’re a virgin?”

Sniper blinked.

“Like, it’s fine if you are, or if you aren’t, whatever, I just… I dunno what’s got you all freaked out about this and I guess I’m just… curious, y’know?” Scout asked, entirely blunt but not unkind. “Like, if that’s it, then we can work with that. I just kinda don’t want you to feel like you’ve gotta be embarrassed about stuff around me, y’know? Like, you don’t gotta keep secrets. If there’s somethin’ up, I want you to feel like you can tell me about it.”

It was just like Scout to manage to cut right to the core of something, even if it was from the wrong direction.

“No, I’ve… it’s not that,” Sniper said. “I’ve had sex before. A few times.”

She steeled herself, considered her words.

“Always with the lights out, though,” she finished.

Scout tilted her head in question, blinking.

Sniper exhaled, hands situating on Scout’s waist, eyes dropping off to one side. “I s’pose I just get all… embarrassed. Because I’m just… I know I’m not all that much easy on the eyes and all, and I—“

“Snipes, are you serious?” Scout cut in, sounding legitimately surprised. “Like, you’re not doin’ a bit?”

Sniper nodded.

“You really don’t think I like how you look?” Scout asked, tone serious. Sniper nodded again. “Aw, Jesus. Snipes, of course I—hey, I didn’t say nothin’ like that, did I? About not likin’ how you look?”

“Don’t… think so,” Sniper said carefully. “You’re generally sweet to me.”

“Well then… why wouldn’t I?” Scout asked, confusion increasing. “Of course I like the look’a you. I mean, Jesus H. Christ, babe, I’m datin’ you, aren’t I? And like, slobberin’ all over you every chance I get?”

It was hard to believe, still. Sniper searched for words, and found herself blurting insecurity like some kind of broken spigot. “I know, but, I’m just, I know I’m too tall—“

“I really like tall,” Scout assured. “Means you can pick me up and stuff, it’s awesome. And you can reach shelves, or I can climb you to get to stuff.”

That was true. Scout pretty regularly employed Sniper as a stepstool. “Well, I’ve got weirdly broad shoulders, it doesn’t fit me.”

“Do you?” Scout asked, frowning, looking over Sniper. “…I mean, you’re all strong-lookin’, if that’s what you mean. It kinda works since you’ve got muscly arms and stuff, I think they’re pretty good.”

“Not… too muscly?” Sniper asked tentatively.

“Hell no! You kiddin’? It’s hot. Okay, like, okay can I sidebar real quick about somethin’?”

Sniper’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Because it just kinda feels like you’re real embarrassed right now and maybe if I say somethin’ kinda embarrassing too maybe it’ll help.”

“Alright, you have my attention,” Sniper said, smiling a little.

“Cool. Because like, you bein’ all tall and stuff, and these big muscly arms and whatever,” Scout started in, lightly squeezing the arms in question. “Y’know in like, cheesy romance movies when there’s—like, usually it’s a guy and a girl, and they’re in a suit and a dress and whatever but like bear with me here—like they’re dancin’ and stuff and then the person gets dipped and then they kiss and it’s super cliché and sweet? That’s like, the thing I always think about with these. Like literally all the fuckin’ time I’m like “man wouldn’t that be really great though if Snipes did that?” because it totally would, but also it’s like literally the most cheesy shit in the world and I know you’re not all that into that.”

Sniper’s shoulders shook with silent laughter. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Scout paused. “Okay. Sidebar over. What the fuck were we talking about?”

Sniper paused, reoriented. “Things I’m embarrassed about,” she said.

“Oh, yeah. Okay. Go on,” Scout said, surprisingly patient.

Sniper shifted a little, distracted by the feeling of Scout’s hands drifting up to rest on her shoulders again. “Well… I also don’t… keep clean enough, I don’t think,” she said carefully.

“Aw, sheesh, is this about how Spy keeps calling you smelly? Because she says that to like, literally anyone who doesn’t drench themselves in perfume like she does. And she still always smells like fancy-pants cigarettes anyways.”

“No, it’s…” Sniper felt herself flushing. “It’s that… you take good care of yourself and it makes me wonder if I don’t.”

“Huh?” Scout asked.

“You’re just…” Sniper chewed on her words. “You’re always just… smooth and pleasant, and you always smell so nice all the bloody time, and your hair’s all soft, and I’m just… not.”

“You think I smell nice?” Scout asked, a little surprised.

“Yeah. I don’t think it’s perfume, it’s this sort of… soft vanilla sort of thing…?”

Scout laughed a little. “Oh, yeah, that’s my shampoo and conditioner that I use. Guess I can’t tell as much anymore unless I’m fresh outta the shower. But, aww. You’re sweet.”

“I’m just worried that… next to, to this, to all this,” Sniper said, gesturing at much of Scout, “I just look like some sort of… messy, sort of…”

“What do you mean messy?” Scout asked, frowning. “You keep clean too, probably about as well or better than most of the gals.”

“But I don’t hardly ever shave, and my hair’s not as soft, and I don’t smell as nice—“

“You shouldn’t have to shave if you don’t wanna,” Scout protested. “I mean, mostly I just do that outta habit at this point, and because I like havin’ my legs smooth so I can get on my socks for my uniform without it feelin’ weird. And I’m blond, so it’s harder to see anyways when I skip a day. You’ve just got way darker and thicker hair than me, nothin’ wrong with that, it’d be way more of a bitch to take care of, and it isn’t like it matters much anyways. You don’t gotta put long socks on, and who’s gonna judge you about it? Mr. Pauling? He only likes dudes anyways.”

Sniper blinked. “Really?”

“Yeah. So, uh, that two and a half years was a little bit of a waste. I kinda wish he told me up front, but hey, what’re you gonna do?” She shifted. “Shit, that reminds me, I gotta pass along this one phone number to him from this guy I met a couple weeks ago—okay, whatever. What were we talkin’ about?” She paused, thinking hard. “Oh, yeah. But yeah that’s not really a hygiene thing. You shower pretty much on the daily, and it’s alright if you don’t use some kinda fancy soap to like, smell like a goddamn summer breeze or whatever. That’s, like, optional.”

“I still feel odd about it,” Sniper said quietly.

“That’s okay!” Scout assured. “It’s fine if you feel weird about that stuff. Nothin’ wrong with that. But… I guess I just want you to know that I don’t mind it, and don’t judge you.”

Sniper nodded, falling silent.

“So… just to be totally clear,” Scout started in slowly. “That’s what has you all nervous to do more stuff? You’re… worried about me lookin’ at you?”

Sniper swallowed, nodded. “Hardly anyone ever sees me naked,” she said. “And I’m just… worried you won’t like it.”

Scout considered that. “Well, I like you,” she seemed to decide, a hand dropping to rest over Sniper’s heart. “All of you that you’ve let me see so far—physically and every other way. So I feel like I’m probably gonna like the rest of you, too. Not just because you’re hot—which you totally are—but because it’s… y’know, you.”

Sniper smiled at that, even as she tried to fight it down. “You’re sweet,” was what she settled on saying after a moment’s consideration. She paused again. “Now I feel properly bloody ridiculous.”

“Aww, what?” Scout pouted.

“All that was holding me back from moving forward on… this,” she said, gesturing at the point where she and Scout met, “was one conversation that wasn’t even that difficult.”

Scout perked up, attention piqued, blinking at her once or twice.

“…Got somethin’ to say?” Sniper asked.

“…I mean, yeah, but also I don’t wanna be a total horndog, Snipes. I’m not an animal.”

“Got somethin’ to tell me there, sweet’eart?” Sniper taunted, starting to dig fingers into Scout’s sides, grinning at the way she immediately barked out laughter, squirming to get away. “Somethin’ to say?”

“I’m gonna friggin’ kill you, Snipes!” she giggled helplessly, finally managing to escape and standing, forcing the giggling down to instead glare, fixing her clothes back in order. “Nevermind, you’re the worst. I hate you. Not cool.”

“Aww,” Sniper teased, lounging a bit more comfortably. “That’s all it took, then?”

“Yeah. Now I hate you forever.”

“What if I did that thing you said, dipped you like we were dancing and pashed you silly? Would you forgive me then?” she urged.

Scout fought valiantly to keep a grin off her face. “…I’ll think about it,” she sniffed, and Sniper laughed.

Mere days later, they found themselves back together again, the pieces resetting, Scout on her lap as the camper grew dim under the force of sunset, mouth working expertly against her own and fingers tangled in her hair, starting to mess up her braid, not that she particularly minded. She was more preoccupied with the taste of whatever chapstick Scout had put on, probably labeled strawberry or cherry or something but mostly just tasting sweet and red, especially lovely in the heat building between them.

Her own hands could only rest at Scout’s waist idly, and it occurred to her that for all intents and purposes, she didn’t have much to worry about. Scout wanted her, she’d said as much over and over again since their conversation, had taken to laying into Sniper with compliments like a duck to water.

And she wanted Scout, for sure. So she decided that it was only fair to demonstrate.

Her hands drifted up, slowly, carefully.

Scout pulled back for a moment to gasp a breath, looking at Sniper with her eyes half-lidded. Then she blinked, apparently only then noticing that Sniper’s hands had drifted up her ribcage, and she pointedly dragged the nail of her thumb along just below where she could feel the ridge of her bra starting.

It was a bolder move than Sniper had maybe ever made before, and it prompted Scout to sink right back forward into her, kissing heatedly, loosing a soft noise into the minimal distance between them.

Sniper moved slowly, giving Scout every opportunity to stop her as her palms traced up even further to cup at Scout’s chest, and she never protested, instead leaning forward and whimpering almost desperately, needing to part for another moment, eyes locking onto Sniper’s. “Babe, do you wanna—are you—d-do—“ she stammered, losing track of her words as she became flustered, all the more as Sniper leaned in to start nipping at her neck near her hairline.

“There’s a beauty,” Sniper murmured, her voice falling low the way she knew Scout liked, gripping more firmly, squeezing, kneading soft noises out of Scout with surprising ease.

“W-wait,” Scout finally managed, and Sniper pulled back in an instant, surprised, but Scout didn’t let her get far. “Okay, wait. We gotta… we, look, I gotta know what you’re okay with, I don’t wanna assume—“

“I trust you,” Sniper blurted, and Scout blinked at her, going more alert before her expression promptly softened. Sniper hurried to elaborate. “If… if anything’s too much, or too far, I’ll tell you.”

“Promise?” Scout urged.

“Cross my heart,” Sniper swore, “I want you.” And that was apparently enough for Scout, because she leaned right back in to slot their lips together heatedly, desperation redoubled.

Scout’s hands slid out of her hair to instead feel at Sniper’s chest, and Sniper’s soft noise was overshadowed by Scout’s, who broke apart again to speak softly and quickly just next to Sniper’s ear. “Okay I’m glad because I really really want you too but also I didn’t wanna pressure you into doin’ something before you were totally 100% cool with it but also I just seriously couldn’t stop thinkin’ about doin’ this,” she rambled, emphasizing with a squeeze to Sniper’s breasts that had her gasping, “and I kept feeling super bad because I keep thinkin’ about you and feeling like I was being totally creepy but I can’t just look at you all day and kiss you like that all the time and not want you and I’ve got needs, okay—?”

“Well now that you get to have me, maybe you should focus more on that and less on talking, eh princess?” Sniper suggested with a little laugh, amused by Scout’s babbling, and apparently she agreed, because then they were kissing again.

Sniper’s permission seemed to be enough to really unlock some part of Scout that had been craving taste and touch, because her hands were everywhere, feeling out every part of Sniper that might otherwise have been deemed too inappropriate to touch, gripping and groping and kissing deeply and heatedly and lewdly, starting to grind down on Sniper’s thigh in rabbity little thrusts of her hips.

Sniper stopped her with hesitant then confident hands gripping at her arse, one hand drifting around her hip once she’d stopped moving, palm drifting slowly down below the high waist of her pants.

Scout jumped bodily, then whined urging noises into Sniper’s mouth, and then voiced them further when they parted for air and for Sniper to nose Scout’s hair aside to kiss at her throat. “C’mon, don’t be a tease, Snipes—“ she pleaded, and whined again when Sniper’s hand withdrew entirely, only to relax and exhale when she felt Sniper popping open the button on her pants and starting to work them down her legs.

This was the part that was a little more familiar, and Sniper was pleased to find out that undressing people was much easier with light available.

Scout’s hands fumbled in trying to return the favor each time Sniper nipped at her, and there was a distinct roll to her thighs when she shifted to flat-tongued laps against her pulse point. Overall, she was extremely pleased to find that Scout was just as reactive in this context as every other context she was faced with.

“Snipes, fuck’s sake—“ Scout finally complained, breathy as it was. “Take your fuckin’ shirt off.”

Sniper hesitated. Scout backpedaled.

“If-if you want, I mean. If that’s okay. With you. If you want,” she said quickly. A pause. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, you’re fine,” Sniper assured, and paused for another few seconds, but then she started working on the buttons of her shirt, carefully as she could.

She shrugged it off, then pulled off the tank top she wore underneath, and Scout took that as her cue to shimmy out of some of her own clothes. She ended up depositing herself right back on Sniper’s lap, down to her skivvies and clearly trying to look composed.

“Cute bra,” Sniper said flatly, raising an eyebrow at her.

Scout flushed a little, rolling her eyes and raising a hand to adjust the bra in question a little, adorned with cute, flowery lace. “I just thought it was cute, okay? We get paid enough that I can afford to get a cute new bra sometimes,” she said defensively.

“So you didn’t put this on special, hoping you’d get to show it off?” Sniper asked, hands wrapping around to find handholds at her ass again. “And the matching panties?”

Scout flushed further. “Maybe I just always wear these when I want a little extra confidence, you don’t know,” she challenged.

“It’s cute, really it is,” Sniper assured, smiling a little, leaning in to kiss at her collarbone idly, hand drifting down her lower stomach again.

Scout breathed all sorts of affirming words as Sniper’s fingers first ghosted then pressed at her through the thin, humid fabric, rolling with her motions and quickly turning to jelly.

“Doesn’t take much for you, then, does it?” Sniper teased.

“Nah,” Scout confirmed, and her hips jumped when Sniper suddenly nipped at one breast without warning. “I’m… used to tryin’ to make it, f-fast, and… I kinda just… mmh.”

“What was that?” Sniper asked, fingertips trailing at the seam of her thighs where fabric gave way to skin just to make her shiver.

“It doesn’t help that I’m like…” Scout started, and trailed again. She dropped her head to rest on Sniper’s shoulder, making a soft sound. “Promise you’re not gonna laugh at me?”

“Cross my heart,” Sniper promised.

Scout still didn’t speak for a moment. “Well, when I can’t really go walkin’ into a bar somewhere to get laid on the weekends, which, y’know, that’s been the deal since we started dating,” she said, clearly trying to keep her voice at least a little level. Sniper hummed. “Well, kinda just… all pent up with nowhere to go, means I kinda… just, all the time, kinda playin’ around. And then when I really am tryin’ to get off I’m so pent up that I gotta try and get off a couple times just to get the energy outta me. And it’s been a little while since then, so I’m just… kinda desperate a little bit, y’know?”

Sniper hummed, nosing into her hair a little bit. “Tell me more, princess. How’s it usually go? Like this?” she asked lowly, finally slipping her hand beneath to touch Scout skin-to-skin, very pleased with how worked up she clearly already was.

“Y-yeah,” Scout gasped, rolling into it. “Harder. More—mmmh, yeah, like that, fuck—“

She continued to make pleased little noises as Sniper drew her up and up through her first orgasm of the night, expertly tugging and rolling her fingers against her clit and dipping against her labia on the downstroke, pleased with the shivery puddle Scout melted into by the end of it.

She came out the other end still making little noises, still rolling her hips, clearly pleased with the low-key oversensitivity of it, only giving a happy little sigh when Sniper finally pulled her hand back.

“Ought to have gotten a towel, I think,” Sniper suddenly noted.

“I’ll grab one,” Scout said, standing on slightly-shaky legs and stretching a little bit. “You should get your pants off.”

“You don’t have yours off,” Sniper pointed out.

Scout rolled her eyes, starting to dig through a cabinet. “Sorry, your trousers, bugger bloody hell,” she said, absolutely butchering Sniper’s accent. “Oi, holy dooley, bugger bugger, rugby—“

She was hit by Sniper’s button-up shirt, and laughed.

“Hey, is it okay if I hit the light?” Scout asked, coming back up with a towel.

Admittedly, it was getting pretty dark in the camper. Sniper hesitantly nodded, and Scout flicked on the little lamp by the counter, casting still-dim light over the small space, just enough to see a bit better.

It was enough to bring her nervousness back to the forefront of her mind, though, even as she finished stripping.

Scout returned with the towel, and Sniper found herself self-conscious enough that she shifted their positions, turning Scout to face away from her, lying between the Y of her legs against her chest as Sniper returned to playing with her idly.

And she found herself thoroughly enjoying it, enjoying bringing Scout into a wiggling, desperate puddle, teasing her, feeling her fingernails—so often bitten short—digging into her thighs as she crested the edge, it was heavenly. Scout couldn’t seem to collect herself enough to speak properly, trying to murmur phrases and words and getting too caught up in what all Sniper was doing to her. She mostly had to rely on the context clues of Scout rolling and tensing and gasping to find out exactly what she liked, but she gathered some things more directly when Scout managed to stammer out syllables. She seemed to be very fond of Sniper’s callouses, and her head kept rolling back from where she was watching Sniper work to instead rest heavily against her chest, a goofy little smile on her face. And it was nice, nice enough that Sniper found herself getting a little desperate as well.

But some part of the idea of Scout reciprocating, focusing entirely on her, taking the time to look her over and pull her apart… she didn’t know if she could do it. So she kept just pulling Scout apart, slow and steady, careful not to overwhelm her.

Somewhere around three—she was pretty sure it was three—Scout started getting more insistent, though, hands stroking further and further up her thighs, head tilting back harder. Soon enough she tilted to make eye contact with Sniper outright, pouting visibly. She shot Sniper with puppy-dog eyes, and she knew she was done for.

“Snipes, babe, c’mon,” Scout whined, shying away from Sniper’s hands a little, clearly oversensitive. “Your turn?”

“Dunno,” Sniper hummed, hands stroking up the expanse of Scout’s abdomen and back down again. “I’m rather enjoying this.”

“Could enjoy it some more,” Scout mumbled, bottom lip jutting out that much further.

Sniper shifted slightly.

Scout sighed, her eyes falling closed for a second. “Look, I get it, you feel kinda embarrassed. That’s okay. But I’m gonna feel really bad if I’m the only one that has any fun.” She made a soft noise as Sniper pinched just below her breast teasingly, eyebrows furrowing for a moment. “And I’m having fun, promise. I think I need a breather, though.”

Sniper considered that, tracing her hands against Scout a little while longer, more gently than before. “Alright,” she finally said, voice quiet.

Scout looked back up at her. “You’re sure?” she asked, clearly working hard at hiding the excitement from her voice.

“Just… don’t stare,” Sniper said, tone firm even as she hesitated, and Scout nodded quickly, and flipped around.

To her credit, she indeed didn’t stare, instead leaning in and kissing her firmly, hands finding her shoulders, then drifting down. Scout’s hands moved in steady gropes and squeezes against her, drifting alongside her attention and exploring with idle fascination even as she kissed Sniper absolutely silly.

Everything felt more electric. More… real. Just more.

“Fuck,” Scout mumbled between them, kissing at Sniper’s cheek, her ear. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, seriously. You’re sure you wanna date me?”

Sniper managed a laugh, relieved at Scout’s ability to cut through any given moment like butter, the overwhelming nature of everything fading back for a moment. “I could be asking you that,” was her reply, then she was jerking, gasping, as one of Scout’s hands dipped down between her thighs with intent.

Scout pulled back enough to look at her, and her gaze only drifted for a second before she caught herself and she instead locked eyes pointedly. “I, I know you’re kinda askin’ me not to look at you too much, but, I… I mean, I kinda wanna just slide down a little bit and go to town and some amount of that is gonna have to involve me lookin’ at you, so, I guess I just kinda wanted to ask—“

“Just bloody get on with it,” Sniper said, laughing a little, trying to ignore the fizz of nervousness bubbling away at the confidence she was trying to fake just then.

Scout nodded distractedly, and then she was down between Sniper’s legs, kneading at her thighs, and then Scout’s mouth was on her—

Bugger, and she knew Scout was good at kissing and all, and had idly wondered if that skill could be applicable elsewhere, and now she knew with certainty that it could.

And usually this sort of thing wasn’t… well, any number of things happened, but generally Sniper would find herself getting antsy very quickly and wanting to shift to a more equal footing in terms of giving and receiving because she felt far too self-conscious, but just when that thought was starting to occur to her again despite Scout’s best efforts (and great enthusiasm), Scout was shifting back for a moment to breathe, to kiss at her thigh in a way that was almost sloppy and very, very self-satisfied, and…

And she was saying all sorts of things, all kinds of soft endearments, some of them more like dirty talk of course but mostly just words of absolute unadulterated affection, and it made her heart swell, and she didn’t feel so horribly aware of each individual flaw, each scar and mark and interruption on her skin, each place that previously she would find herself glaring at in the mirror and wishing was different, instead she was just aware of a feeling of ticklish warmth nestling deep into her chest and the desire for Scout to both keep talking and also to get back to what she’d been doing before.

She tangled fingers into Scout’s hair and pushed her back down again, and she took the hint without a moment’s hesitation, setting right back into work, mouth pressing mesmerizing rhythms into every sensitive point she could find.

It wasn’t until she was panting and relaxing, thighs trembling and chest heaving, Scout settling back up against her side again, that the self-consciousness returned, making her aware of the feeling of Scout’s hand kneading soothingly into her too-soft stomach, but she also felt so strangely at ease that she couldn’t seem to make herself care too much about it, instead just tilting her head and letting her lips trail a line down just beneath Scout’s jaw, nosing her hair aside to do so, starting to suck a mark when Scout made a pleased little noise over it.

“Was that good?” Scout asked, sounding satisfied on several different levels.

“Mmm,” Sniper hummed in agreement, a hand trailing up to grip at one breast idly and making Scout lean into her, giggling a little bit. “And you’re a damn sweet-talker when you like to be, princess.”

“It’s not hard to think of sweet stuff to say about you,” Scout teased, pinching her side lightly just to make her laugh. “I could write a fuckin’ book about it, swear to god.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Sniper huffed, and kissed one more time before pulling back to look Scout in the eye. She looked terribly pleased with herself, and pleased in general, a mirror to the contentment making a nest in her own ribcage. “We should do this again sometime.”

“Yeah?” Scout asked, brightening.

“Yeah. I feel… a little better,” she admitted. “I at least know you don’t plan on… on poking fun, or, or some other thing. I—I dunno what I expected, I… I’m just… I feel better now, is all.”

“I’m glad,” Scout said earnestly, kissing her soundly on one cheek.

Sniper hummed, looked her over, saw the subtle shifting she was doing and futilely trying to hide, the flush that was present across her skin, the heat of her. “…But you know what would make me feel even better,” she purred, nosing in at her neck again and drinking in her little gasp, “is if you laid back and let me return the favor. How’s that sound?”

Scout managed to choke out a breathless agreement, and that was that.

And frankly, getting a pretty girl to make as much noise as she managed, well, surely she was doing something right.

༄ Swipe, baby! | Part 12 - Oh, a real gentleman, I see

Idol!Taehyung x Reader sm/au

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Genre: Crack humor, Romance/Fluff

╰ You both swiped right on each others tinder profile with no pictures of yourselves.

You keep the details on the low; no names, no nothing, only your ages. To keep the interest until the meeting, you started talking casually, but little did you know that the guy that's trying to get into your pants is no one else than Kim Taehyung, Singer of BTS, and little does he know, that you are completely whipped for the man, an army by heart since day 1.

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Taehyungs grip around your wrist is tight and his pace is fast, it's taking all you've got to keep up and not stumble over your own feet.

„Tae- Taehyung,“ you stutter. „Can we slow down it's really hard to walk if you- if you pull me like this.“

„You brought this over yourself y/n, you'll have to learn your lesson.“

Hearing your name falling from his lips nearly has you losing your breath. Your name? Said by the Kim Taehyung? The man you've been losing your mind over for around 6 years? This is more than you've ever dared to dream. It almost makes you lose all the confidence you've built up over the evening. It was fun to tease him and drive him crazy, but now that it's close to happening you're getting pretty nervous, and the fact that he pulled himself together and took the upper hand again is almost intimidating.

As soon as you reach the doors Taehyung agressively types in the door code and continues to drag you over to the elevator. He's repeatingly pressing the button impatiently while waiting for it to arrive.

As soon as it's there, the doors open agonizingly slow and Taehyung shoves you through them the second the doors give enough space to do so; unbothered by the fact they did not fully open yet.

With one swift pull he spins you around so your back is meeting the wall on the left side as he slams his hands onto it and traps you between his arms. Seconds later, all you recognize is how he's leaning in sharply, with his face so close to yours that it has your breath hitching in your throat.

„You shouldn't have played me like this, y/n.“ he says while one of his hands is leaving your side to push the button thats starting the elevator.

You're meeting his hand halfway as he's about to bring it back and take it into yours, locking eyes with him. He's in control right now and you don't like it; you have to do something about this.

After stopping his hand with yours and holding it in place for a second, you're guiding it to rest on your cheek, not losing the intense eye contact even for the smallest of moments.

You watch as his bottom lip trembles and his adams apple bobs in his throat before he exhales shakingly.

Within the blink of an eye, what follows next is his lips crashing onto yours and his fingers diving into your hair. His lips are warm and soft and the kiss is greedy and filled with passion and in this moment its taking you everything to not rip his shirt off of him. His teeth are pulling eagerly at your lower lip and as he lets go of it his tongue is softly grazing your mouth, begging for entrance.

As much as you wanted to have a taste of is tongue, you don't get to let him in; the elevator opens its doors and Taehyung pulls away.

„Let's get out of here so we can continue somewhere more comfortable,“ he growls under his breath while he takes your hand, fingers intertwined.

As you walk towards the door, you can't help but feel overwhelmed by the impressive and gigantic building the boys are living in- not to mention how overwhelming the fact, that you're about to enter their dorm and spend a night with your bias, already is.

Taehyung is quick to type in the door code and he doesn't hesitate to push you through the door immediately.

With the sound of the door closing, he's already finding his way back to your body; his hands are gripping tightly around your waist as he's pulling you closer.

Sadly, just as he's about to lean back in to kiss you, nature is suddenly calling. This might not be the best timing, but on the other hand, it's pretty much just fitting into your plan of gaining back the upper hand. It won't hurt to leave him hanging high and dry for once more.

„Not so fast, big boy,“ you say while bringing up one finger, placing it on his lips, stopping him midway.

„What is it?“ he's asking under his breath as he's planting a kiss onto your finger.

„I kinda have to use your bathroom... can I?“

He's pulling away sharply, confusion visible on his face. „Uhm, of course you can... uhh, it's right over there,“ he responds with raised eyebrows as he's pointing into a direction.

You free yourself out of Taehyungs grip and start making your way towards the bathroom as you hear him calling out to you.

„I'll be waiting for you in my room, just walk down the hall on the right side.“

You turn on the spot, sending a nod his way. „Sure, I'll be right there,“ you assure him, making him smile.

But you wouldn't let go of a perfect opportunity to put one on top, not in this fight over dominance. So what you're doing, is forming a silent ,daddy‘ with your mouth, watching as Taehyungs eyes are widening while you turn back around to continue walking.

As soon as you reached the door Taehyung has pointed towards, you're quick to push down the handle- you wanna make him wait, but you don't want to make him wait for long.

Surprisingly the door won't open, though. Instead, you hear a voice calling out to you.

„Uhm, hyung?? I'm still in here so... would you mind??“

Being an Army for so many years, you know exactly to whom that voice belongs to. It's no one else than Jeon Jungkook, and it has you shocked. You would have thought that no one would be in the dorm when Taehyung brings you over, but certainly you've been proven wrong. Too bad that you have to keep the act of not knowing them up.

„E-... excuse me?“ you say nervously.

It doesn't help that now there's a big awkward silence, caused by probably both of you being equally surprised.

„I... uh... I-I'm sorry but-... uh yeah... occupied,“ Jungkook stutters out, being obviously just as nervous as you are.

„Uhh, okay, that's fine. Do you think it'll take long? I really have to... you know... pee.“

„Sadly, I think so... I'm sorry but I have been here for a while already and I don't think that'll change anytime soon...“ he says with the tiniest of voices. He sure sounds embarrassed.

„Oh dear, how long have you been in there?“

„... four hours...“

„Fo-four hours? You poor boy, what happened to you?!“

„I might have eaten 21 buckets of KFC... it's kinda taking its toll right now...“

„What- twenty-one buckets? That's... well, yeah. I can see that might take a while,“ you laugh. „But that doesn't change anything... do you happen to have a second bathroom?“

„Yes, it's actually two doors to the left, it should be free!“ he responds, now a bit more excited.

„Thank you! And... good luck in there!“ you cheer, as you turn away to find the other bathroom.

„Thanks.“

As you are about to pass the first of the two doors, it suddenly shoots open and Hoseok is sliding out of what seems to be his room.

He's leaning onto the door frame, arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

„Hey sexy, how are we doing tonight? Who's your daddy, huh?“

„Someone that's not you,“ you reply as you keep walking, unfazed.

„Fair enough,“ is all he says as he quickly disappears, shutting his door.

That sure was not what you'd have imagined what Hoseok would be like, but who are you to judge, you are not better.

As you push down the handle of the door next to Hoseoks, you are relieved to see that it in fact is the bathroom. You step inside and quickly do what nature is calling for.

Taking two, three glances in the mirror after washing your hands, you straighten your dress, fix a couple strands of hair and are ready to go find Taehyung.

‚Just walk down the hall on the right side,‘ you recall. ‚Shouldn't be too hard.‘

The right side of the hall is pretty much in front of you now, there is only one problem- it hasn't exactly only one door.

„Of course he didn't tell me which one,“ you mumble to yourself. You could try and call out his name, but you aren't very fond of the idea of making a fool out of yourself.

This damn guy. You immediately understood why you had to give your phone away as soon as you saw him and you didn't mind, but right now it wouldn't have been too bad to have it back.

Taking a deep breath you place your bet on the first door there is. Every rational thinking person would mention which door it is if it wouldn't be the first one, so that must be it, right?

Slowly you open the door and dare to peek inside. The lights are out, yet the space is dimly lit by a monitor that's left turned on. The whole room is a mess made out of empty bottles of banana milk, ramyeon bowls and a giant load of KFC buckets.

‚Jesus christ, Jungkook...,‘ is all you think as you close the door again. Not the room you were looking for.

Now you're getting nervous. As it seems, you'll have to go through all the doors, as much as you'd wish that wouldn't be the case.

Gathering some courage, you're knocking on the door next to Jungkooks before you open it carefully.

This time, the lights are on and the room isn't empty either; someone's sitting in their chair working on something on the computer. You immediately figure that you've barged into the wrong room again, but when he's starting to turn around in his chair, you'd feel rude if you would just leave now.

„You must be the girl that's Taehyungs guest for the night?“ Yoongi says with a monotone voice.

„Yes, I am and... you are?“

„That's not important right now. It's just good that I met you before, because...,“ he says while turning back around, opening a drawer, looking for something. When he found what he's been looking for, he reaches for his pocket, pulling his wallet out and turns back around as he continues his sentence. „You're going to stay over night, I assume? So, let me ask you, how exactly are you going to pay for this? I can accept cash,“ he says while lifting the wallet a bit, „....or credit cards,“ he says as he lifts a pocket card reader with his other hand, smirking.

You chuckle. This is probably the most hilarious thing you've ever witnessed. These guys are rich, and yet he asks you for money?

„Excuse me, but... this house doesn't exactly look like you'd need this, are you for real?“

Yoongi lets out a breathy laughter while putting down both of the items in his hands.

„We might seem rich, but I like to be on the safe side, you never know when you run out of money, you know?“ he explains with a smile, his expression kind of thoughtful.

You assume that this mindset probably has its roots in the fact that he grew up very poor, so he'd try to do everything to keep that from happening.

„I think I can understand that,“ you start. „and who would I be if I wouldn't support that? Also I kinda liked the way you asked. It was funny.“

You're laughing as you finish your sentence. Reaching into your bag, you drag out your wallet and pull out a dollar.

„I'm so sorry, but I can't just give you everything I have, since you never know when you run ouf money. But I can give you this as a thanks for the hospitality.“ you mock, and his eyes widen in surprise as you offer him the money.

„Are you for real?“

„Yes, just take it,“ you respond with a laughter.

„Holy shit, this is the first time someone actually does that. Geez, girl, you might not be as bad as I thought!“

„Excuse me?“ You're cocking an eyebrow.

„Nothing, forget it!“ he quickly says.

„Alright... listen, I should probably get going. Keep doing what you do, it's amazing!“

Shit. You didn't think that sentence through.

„What?“

„Uhh, the... the money thingy, you know. It's amazing how you, uh yeah, how you're managing that! I'll leave now, enjoy your night!“ you stutter out.

Yoongis face is decorated with a huge smile.

„No, you better enjoy your night.“

Closing his door behind you, you're taking a deep breath. That was close. You have to be more careful with what you're saying.

Giving the next room a try, you definitely did not expect what just happened, and neither did the person inside expect someone to walk in.

You are peeking your head into Kim Namjoon's room, which isn't a bad thing at all, but his eyes are fixed on you as his mouth hangs open in embarrassment.

He was listening to a song you know all too well, no, he wasn't just listening, he was enjoying it. He enjoyed ‚Expensive girl‘. He danced to it.

„That never happened.“ he says emotionless.

„Deal.“

You know exactly why he's embarrassed, but since he doesn't know that, you decide to take a different route.

„That was a nice song, though. What's it called?“ you say with a soft smile.

Namjoons eyes widen even more when you said that.

„Are you- are you serious?“

„Yes, I am.“

„Fuck yeah it is right?! I knew someone will think so. You know what? I'm sick and tired of hiding that song. I'm sick and tired of pretending I don't like it. It's a good song, and thats the facts, ain't it like that?“ he says with way too much exitement and somehow a hint of aggression.

‚Who hurt this poor boy? Jesus christ, why does he feel so angry?‘

„The song is actually a cover, someone named Rap Monster made it. He changed his name though, but he's really sick!! You should give him a try,“ Namjoon says with a smirk.

You're having a hard time not to laugh. If only they'd know.

„I'm sure he is.“

„You're not in here for me, though, huh? You're looking for Taehyungs room. It's the last door at the end of the hall. After mine there's a couple other rooms following. You probably stumbled into some other rooms before mine, I guess I'm just... yeah, I guess I'm just trying to be nice so you won't waste your time.“

„Trying to be nice, huh?“ you laugh.

„Yeah, I mean, how could I not? You promised not to tell anyone about what just happened, so I'm just giving back the favor.“

„Oh, a real gentleman, I see.“

You both laugh out loud and remain smiling at each other quietly for a few more seconds afterwards. The guy that just seemed like an angry one now doesn't seem angry anymore at all; he suddenly feels warm.

„You're pretty cool, do you know that?“ you compliment him, your voice sincere.

Namjoons smile fades away, and he's staring at you with big eyes.

„I'll go now. Keep your nice taste in music up, alright?“

He doesn't say anything. Instead, he just nods a couple times.

Poor guy. You must have flustered him, although you have to say that this expression looks pretty cute on his face.

With a smile on your face, you wave him goodbye as you close the door behind you.

Namjoon's a decent man. At least he's told you where Taehyungs room is.

So here you are, walking towards the end of the hall, and as you reach it you realize that you're facing another problem. Just as you thought you might finally be able to get this night started, you are standing in the middle of two doors.

‚At least its a 50:50 chance now... instead of tons of possible doors that could be the right one.‘

Namjoon really could have mentioned if it was the left or the right door. But well, you're thankful that you didn't have to open the other 5 doors thanks to his hint, so you're not complaining.

‚Fuck it, let's just go with the left door.‘

Knocking first, you open the door ever so slowly before you step inside a bit. You can't see anyone to your left, but as your head turns over to the right, you find Jimin sitting on his bed in a cute pajama set.

This is probably the purest thing you've ever seen. He was reading a book, and as he faces you, your eyes lock. He looks as if he's absolutely mesmerized; his eyes wide and lips slightly parted, and you'd be lying if you'd say that this moment doesn't make your heart skip a beat.

„....I- uh.... I'm sorry.... wrong room,“ is all you can bring out, your eyes still locked.

He slowly nods at your words.

There's a short moment of silence before you cut the tension that lays thick in the air.

„I should... uhm... yeah,“ you stutter as you point over your shoulder with your thumb. Again, he only nods in response.

Just the second before you close the door, you can hear Jimin whispering a quiet ‚wow‘ under his breath.

As soon as it's closed, you're leaning onto his door. What the fuck was that?

While you're leaning there, though, your eyes fall onto the door in front of you.

Taehyungs door.

‚Alright, y/n. Game on.‘

a/n: jfc what a riDe this chapter was clykslxls. N E WEIGH I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYED IT!!

And before you ask, y e s. The next chapter will be exactly what y'all are thinking. 👀 🐸☕️

Thanks for reading, ILY ALL SO MUCH 💕💕💕

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Buster & Rio

Buster: What the fuck Rio: Hello to you too Rio: ? Buster: Don't act like it's not out there for everyone to see Buster: You're playing happy families with Drew now? Not what I meant when I told you to dump your boyfriend Rio: Well that's not what's happening either Rio: the kid's mum kicked off big time and rang the social so I'm helping out with damage control for Indie's sake Buster: Like I said, what the fuck Rio: It's not a big deal, really Buster: I know you wanted to move out ASAP but Christ Rio: I mean, it's a bonus to be away from ALL the kids but I still gotta share with Indie so not living lavish Buster: I'm sure Drew would be happy to discuss the sleeping arrangements, babe Rio: You're so gross Rio: and apparently it's a new one every week here so three's more of a crowd Buster: Me? I'm not the one letting this happen Buster: I go away & everyone loses their minds, yeah? Rio: We've always helped her, what were we meant to do Buster: I ain't saying don't Buster: Take her to your house Rio: She won't stay, this is her house, he's her dad Buster: He ain't Buster: & You're not her mum Rio: I'm not trying to be Rio: but he is, like it or not Buster: Does he know that 'cause he's got you lined up like you are Buster: Which is the only thing I reckon he's trying at here Rio: That's stupid, we're like sisters Rio: but that's why I need to be here, or she might get taken Buster: You're stupid if you think that's how he sees you or any of this Buster: Do what you've gotta do, but so will I & apparently that's saying this shit 'cause nobody else is Rio: You're making it into a thing it ain't Rio: he's a grown-man, for God's sake Buster: That's exactly my point Buster: He's old enough to be your dad but he'd rather be your daddy Rio: Oh, please Buster: Take the warning or don't Buster: I'm not wrong Rio: Whatever, you've said your piece then Buster: Not whatever unless you've heard it Rio: 'course I heard Buster: Whatever then Rio: 👍 Rio: Are you there then Buster: Yeah Rio: what's it like Buster: What I expected Rio: sooooo Buster: So what do you what me to say? Rio: is that good or not Rio: you know how conversation works Buster: I'm obviously having the time of my life Buster: When don't I Rio: Alright Rio: glad to hear that Buster: 'Course Rio: let you get back to that Buster: Don't Rio: Don't what Buster: Don't go Rio: It must be weird, being somewhere new and totally on your own Rio: did many other kids from your school do it too or Buster: A couple of nerds, no competition for me, like Rio: I'm sure Rio: be good if you could hang with them though Rio: some familiarity Buster: I'm not trying to ruin my rep when I only just got here Rio: I'm sure they aren't that bad Buster: What do you wanna bet? Rio: 😏 you're so rude Buster: & You're so polite Buster: It's why we're so good together Rio: Opposites attract, is it Buster: We're not total opposites either though Rio: No Rio: 'cos you reckon you're so perfect that'd just mean I'm shit and I think not Buster: 😂 Buster: You know you're on my level Rio: You've told me lots of times Buster: Believe me then Rio: I know I'm that bitch Rio: obviously Buster: Good 'cause I miss that bitch Buster: Obviously Rio: Yeah? Buster: Yeah Rio: I miss you too Rio: even if I really do want you to have a good time Buster: You can say that you'd rather we were having a good time together Rio: In an ideal world Buster: We can make it happen in this one Rio: We can Buster: As long as Drew doesn't hold you hostage Rio: 🙄 Rio: I doubt he's gonna appreciate all the cleaning I've done that hard Rio: which is rude, I agree Buster: He would've if he was there watching you do it Rio: Didn't pack the maid's outfit, like Buster: Gutted for him Rio: I'm sure Buster: How long are you staying? Rio: Not sure, depends if it's a one visit and done thing or they wanna keep tabs on them for longer Rio: once that's sorted, I'll see what I wanna do next Buster: When are they showing up? Rio: They don't exactly ring ahead, like Rio: don't have to let them in but that looks dodgy and if they need to they come back with police so Rio: the sooner we get this looking presentable and the story straight Rio: his stash is gone so that's the main thing Buster: That will have hit him where it really hurts Rio: Big time Rio: assumedly they've got shit in place, like it's at another dealers? Rio: I don't care, really Buster: He don't love anyone enough to flush it babe, even you Rio: 💔 Rio: Truly 😂 Rio: giveth and taketh so fast, you Buster: I can take my time too Rio: Man of many talents Buster: You know it Rio: Yeah Rio: not all of 'em yet, sadly Buster: Not even close Rio: Don't remind me Buster: Don't tell me you need a reminder Buster: I've thought about nothing else Rio: No Rio: me either Rio: which is very helpful when I've got all this shit to sort but Rio: not that mad Buster: I'm not that sorry Rio: What a surprise 😏 Buster: Only that I didn't get a chance to give you more to think about, like Rio: I didn't get to give you anything Buster: That's not true, I can make myself cum so hard whenever I'm reminded how you did for me Rio: Shit Rio: Buster Buster: Don't feel bad for me is all I'm saying Buster: I always want more, I'm used to that Rio: but Rio: I want to give you everything Rio: and I really want to touch you Buster: I want to give you everything too Buster: & Put more than just my fingers inside you Rio: Jesus Rio: I need you Rio: be here now, I'm bored Buster: I'm here Buster: Tell me what you need Rio: I need you to fuck me so hard I can't even think about anything that isn't you Buster: Touch yourself how I did it Buster: Right now, exactly like I want to Rio: Yes Rio: I haven't cum like that in Rio: ever Buster: It'll make you feel better Rio: You will Rio: you make me feel better Buster: I want you to feel good all the time Buster: That's the kind of god I am, babe Rio: Mine Buster: Fuck, that's such a turn on Rio: All I wanna do is worship you Buster: So do it Rio: You want me down on my knees for you? Buster: You know you look good like that Rio: Glad you think so Rio: it's for you Rio: [evidence] Buster: You're so fucking hot Rio: I am Rio: and wet Buster: I remember Rio: that's how I always am around you Buster: [sends his own evidence] Buster: That's how I always am for you Rio: Fuck Rio: like, my mouth is actually watering Rio: what the hell Buster: That reminds me, I didn't get to taste you Buster: Do it for me, yeah? Rio: I'll do whatever you ask me to Rio: you've got it like that Buster: Tell me what its like Buster: Make me miss you more Rio: I'm just so fucking ready,  it would feel so good for you Rio: and it's so loud, I'm going as hard as you would and I can hear every thrust, it's just making me wanna go even deeper and Rio: it tastes almost as good as it feels but I wish I was tasting myself on your fingers Rio: or on your cock, after you came too, so I could taste us together Buster: I thought I couldn't want you any more than I already do & then I all read that Rio: want me the most okay Buster: There's nobody I've ever wanted as much as you Rio: Good Rio: I'm keeping it that way Buster: I'm keeping you Buster: For as long as you can keep up with me Rio: You doubt I can? Buster: No Rio: Don't Buster: I can't. I'm never wrong Rio: Not like that Rio: but this is all types of wrong Buster: It's not, it's right Buster: You feel it, I feel it Rio: It feels more than right Buster: I know Rio: I want more Buster: There has to be something in that flat that can give you what you need Buster: Let's think Rio: I can't Rio: you've gotta for me Buster: Alright, have you unpacked or are we totally relying on a cupboard search here? Rio: I've unpacked Rio: even if there was anything phallic lying about here, I wouldn't be rushing to put it inside me, no matter how bad I need it Buster: Cleanliness is next to godliness, babe Buster: We're aiming for heaven not hell Buster: How good is your toothbrush? Rio: This is why I'm keeping you around Rio: so many good ideas Rio: better be in the bathroom too now, in case one of them comes back Buster: Lock the door & take your time Rio: Like you're gonna with me when you come back Buster: That's the plan but since every fucker's had a different one & kept me waiting so long I swear I could cum before you've even touched me Buster: Ruining my rep Rio: that's so hot, baby Rio: seriously Rio: we're gonna have all the time we want so it won't matter Rio: I wanna know how bad you want me Buster: I want you so bad it actually hurts Buster: I always reckoned that was bullshit but I do Rio: it's so real Rio: being in a room with you was so fucking hard Buster: All I could think about was touching you & kissing you & how much I needed that from you even for a second Buster: That's still all I can think about, like Rio: Me too Rio: it was exhausting having to pretend otherwise Rio: still do with everyone else but you know now Buster: You're so fucking beautiful Buster: Everything you do is the most distracting thing Rio: You actually think that Rio: I can tell Buster: There's literally no point lying to you now, is there? Rio: Nope Rio: but I don't reckon anyone's called me that seriously Rio: especially not during Buster: If I can tell you to fuck yourself with a toothbrush seriously, I can tell you what I really think Rio: I guess you can Buster: There's nothing I can't do Buster: You know who I am Rio: I know you Buster: You need better boyfriends and a better substitute for me Rio: You want those to be one in the same or Buster: They'll never be the same Rio: Daddy Buster: Nobody will ever be as good as me but they should all do better than they are Rio: I'll tell them Buster: Demand it babe Buster: & If they aren't gonna tell you how perfect you are, I will Rio: God please Rio: you're making me so Buster: Finish your sentence, I wanna hear it Rio: I don't even know what you're making me Rio: I feel like I'm gonna explode Buster: I felt like that the whole drive, the whole fucking night, you know Buster: It'd be ridiculous if it was over anyone else Rio: Seriously Rio: this ain't me Rio: whatever you might've thought Buster: I know you too Buster: Even when I pretend I don't Rio: Yeah Rio: it's fucked 'cos of how much you ain't been here and all that time not talking but Rio: you do, more than most people Rio: somehow Buster: They see what they wanna see, babe Buster: But there ain't nothing wrong with looking at you how you are Buster: I want to so I do Buster: Give me the real version, I'll take it Rio: It's yours Buster: You mean that, I can tell Rio: I did Rio: not gonna argue when what you're saying is true Buster: What's truer still is how much I want you here instead of there Rio: You know I want that too Buster: & That if I bothered with wishes I'd use one not to be in a room full of people right now when none of them are you Rio: How are you even able to be around people right now Buster: Multitasking Rio: I'm not doing a good enough job clearly Buster: I've just had loads of time to get used to what being around you feels like, firstly & keeping it a secret, secondly Buster: Plus I couldn't opt out of this welcome bullshit Rio: Fair and fair Rio: you should be concentrating though Buster: I'm concentrating on what matters Rio: Actually a bit obsessed with you right now Rio: you win Buster: If I'm doing a good enough job, so do you Rio: You're not capable of doing anything but the best, baby Buster: Don't flatter me like that in public Buster: I nearly just Rio: sometimes I want you to just Rio: lose control, just a bit, just with me Rio: anyway, not flattery if it's true is it Buster: You know I want that more than anything, yeah? Rio: Yeah Rio: I will make it happen, just not right right now Rio: not the first impression you wanna make, is it Buster: It's the impression I wanna leave you with though Rio: Danger, yeah? Buster: Yeah Rio: You're gonna be the death of me, you know Buster: You can't get to heaven without that, baby Rio: Didn't say don't do it Rio: don't stop Buster: I won't if you don't Buster: Come on Rio: Was I meant to tell you when I came? Rio: 'cos I have, multiple times Buster: All the more reason to keep going Buster: Unless your new boyfriend is back, like Rio: I thought you might go if you knew I had Rio: and I don't want you to Buster: I don't want to Buster: This is boring, you're not Rio: I never am Rio: that's a promise I can make, easy Buster: Good Buster: Prove it then Rio: Alright Rio: your sound is off, yeah? Buster: What kind of amateur do you think I am? Rio: Not tryna get you into that much trouble before you even start there Rio: save that for later Rio: and watch this later when you can listen too for the full experience Rio: [vid] Buster: I have headphones I'll do it now Buster: Hold on Rio: Okay Buster: Oh fuck Buster: You really are proving yourself, aren't you? Rio: Just keeping up with you Buster: No argument here Rio: I like watching myself back Buster: The kids behind me better not be watching you too, I'll have to start a fight & get a rep for being turned on my punching lads Rio: 😂 Rio: You DO like punching things but Buster: Not this much Buster: You're gonna make me have to walk out, aren't you? Rio: Well, only you've got headphones on, remember Rio: you make the best noises Buster: You must really like watching yourself to be this good at filming yourself Buster: This is like next level Rio: Ain't the first time I've done it, put it that way Rio: when I've managed to get some time to myself Rio: gotta make the most Buster: Girl of many talents Rio: You're gonna make me blush Buster: You're doing worse to me Buster: Fucking hell Rio: I owed you Rio: debt not cleared yet either, like Buster: What do I have to do to get sent home from America? 'Cause believe me I'm tempted Rio: Let's have fun finding out, golden boy Buster: Alright Buster: Taking my headphones out would be a good start, like but you know me & sharing Rio: It's just for you Buster: You are Buster: You're mine Rio: Does saying that turn you on as much as hearing it does for me Rio: 'cos fuck Buster: Yeah it does Rio: It's true Buster: I'm biting my lip so hard right now Buster: There's gonna be blood in my mouth for you Rio: You're impossible Rio: how are you fucking every fantasy I've ever had rolled into one Buster: If you find out, ask how you're the best thing that ever happened to me, yeah? Rio: You must look so fucking good right now Rio: how has no one noticed Buster: Maybe someone has Buster: I'll find out when we're forced to do icebreakers later Rio: Lemme know, babe Buster: Are you sure you wanna? Rio: What you mean? Buster: You know what I mean Rio: Oh Rio: yeah Rio: don't Buster: Don't tell you or don't do it Rio: Don't tell me Rio: you can do what you want Rio: got a boyfriend, don't I Buster: No you don't Buster: Drew's more of a threat than he is Rio: So you keep saying Rio: it ain't like you're gonna go Rio: however long you're there Rio: without sex Buster: I told you, I can do anything Rio: and anyone, right Buster: If I want Rio: What do you want Buster: Dump your boyfriend then ask me Rio: It's not that easy is it Buster: Why not? Rio: He's Rio: it's hard to explain, really Buster: Try Rio: You've seen how he posts Rio: he's intense Rio: been hurt before bad, I don't need to be the next Buster: I can be intense Buster: & I can hurt him Rio: You don't need to Rio: I'm the one in the wrong Buster: Fine Rio: I want to Rio: I will Rio: I can't just fire him a text and pretend it's done to you Rio: I'm not trying to lie to you Buster: Yeah don't Rio: I'm not Rio: I ain't going to Rio: I'm sick of that Buster: Me too Rio: I'll sort it Buster: Take your time, I'm not coming back until summer Rio: Be married if I left it that long, Christ Buster: I already told you I'd stop the wedding Buster: Just don't have a kid, you'd be nearly ready to drop when I walk through the door Rio: No chance Rio: that'd be a nightmare Buster: You're 16 of course it would Rio: Yeah but specifically with him Rio: don't need that connection forever Rio: thank you Buster: I could kill him but I'd rather it didn't come to that for the sake of you not having him as a baby daddy Rio: I must be special Rio: could've just offered to win a custody battle for me Buster: Obviously Buster: Like you said, I enjoy punching shit Rio: You have that in common, actually Buster: Don't Buster: Never compare me to him Rio: Sorry Buster: There's no comparison Rio: I know that better than anyone Rio: promise Buster: You would tell me Buster: If you couldn't sort it Rio: Yeah Rio: It's not anything serious, don't worry Buster: Just know that I'd do anything for you Buster: If things ever get serious, with whoever or whatever Rio: You're really decent, you know Rio: not something I thought I'd be saying about you, honestly Rio: but you are Buster: Shut up Rio: Secret's safe with me Buster: It's not a secret, it's an untruth Rio: Not to me Buster: Like you said, you must be special then Rio: Maybe Buster: Definitely Buster: We all have to own what we are & what we're not Rio: Agreed Rio: so we're special, yeah? Buster: & Indecent Rio: Like the sound of that Buster: 😈 Rio: You can be my devil too Buster: Easily done Rio: Long as you want me to feel good still Buster: Forever then Rio: Deal Buster: Still not cutting my beautiful hand open to seal it though Buster: No offense, babe Rio: Other more fun ways to get blood from you Rio: I'll bite your lip instead Buster: One day I won't have to beat you to it Rio: I'll put it on my calendar Buster: Throw me a private party, yeah? Rio: You know I will Rio: everyone else can wait Rio: I'll have missed you most Buster: I can't wait to show you properly how much I want you Rio: I want you all summer, seriously Rio: don't make any plans Buster: Okay Rio: Do you know how fucking needy I'm gonna be by then Buster: Believe me, I know Buster: You haven't touched me & can't Rio: Baby Rio: tell me when you're alone again Rio: don't care what the time is Buster: Are you sure? It's still morning here, it'll be ages before they're done with this socialising bullshit Rio: Yeah Rio: It'll be weird sleeping here Buster: Alright Buster: You distract me, I'll distract you Rio: Another deal Buster: Yeah Rio: I'm not at school yet Rio: and fuck school anyway Buster: Fuck your school Buster: This one is epic Buster: It's like I'm in a film or some shit Rio: You're adorable Buster: Shut up Rio: I'm not taking the piss Rio: you are Buster: Adorable ain't the word, babe Rio: You like being called a nerd less Buster: So don't Rio: It's not a diss Buster: It ain't a compliment Rio: You told me not to when you're in public Buster: Well, maybe I've changed my mind Rio: Come on Rio: you know how hot I think you are Buster: You know I like hearing it Rio: I've lost count of how many times I've cum thinking about you today Buster: I've lost count of how many times I've had to stop myself Rio: You're gonna blow the biggest load when you do Rio: such a waste Rio: you'll have to show me at least Buster: They're giving us a break in a sec, you can have it then Rio: Yes please Buster: I don't need coffee, I need you Rio: I know you do Rio: So cum for me daddy, I want it, I wanna make you feel as good as you've made me Buster: Rio Rio: Buster Buster: I can't say it out loud until they let me out of here but I want to Rio: Will you Rio: record it so I can keep it Buster: Yeah Buster: It won't look as good as yours, I don't film myself as much as you but I will Rio: You should Rio: you're very pretty Buster: I know Rio: and hot Rio: it's rude Buster: It's about to benefit you Buster: Where do you want me to go? I've got 15 minutes Rio: Hmm Rio: there's got to be an empty classroom or something, no Buster: There's loads Buster: Hold on Rio: You should sit on the teacher's desk Buster: Good idea Rio: Only fitting Buster: There's so much shit on here Buster: Fuck's sake Rio: Push it to the floor Buster: Way ahead of you, I'm not trying to cum all over someone's homework Rio: A new spin on the old excuse Rio: but I'm not trying to be jealous of someone's homework, tah Buster: That was loud though, if anyone heard that I could get sent home sooner than we expected Buster: I'm not gonna stop now, I can't Rio: As much as I want you here your parents would actually kill me Rio: gotta be a good boy, even when you're being really bad Buster: They'd kill me, they don't know its your fault Buster: Nobody knows what you do to me & what you make me wanna do Rio: It's just for us Buster: If I could I'd tell everyone how good you are, you deserve all the credit for getting me this worked up this fast Rio: you'll just have to give me extra credit, yeah Rio: like you said, maybe the kids behind you know how good I am too Rio: can brag if it helps your rep Buster: So you hate it when I brag unless its about you, yeah? Rio: I don't hate it Rio: just when you brag to me Buster: I'll be good, like you told me to, don't worry Rio: Believe it when I see it, boy Buster: It's recording, be patient Rio: Fine Rio: as I don't have to be THAT patient Buster: It's hot when you're this impatient Rio: That's why you left it years then, yeah? Buster: That & I needed to practice my kissing, obviously Rio: 😏 Rio: I like kissing you Buster: Yeah? Buster: I've got good lips, I remember Rio: You've got good everything Rio: s'rude Buster: You'll feel differently when you can do whatever you want to me for as long as you want Rio: yeah Rio: hope so Rio: I remember you said I could have one for every day so you'll have to crack on right away, like Buster: You can do the maths on 7 months worth of days whenever you miss me Rio: What day do you come back? Buster: 1st, same as when I left Rio: 213 then Rio: no pressure Buster: Firstly, I thrive under pressure & secondly, it's really how fast you worked that out Buster: hot* Buster: It'll be easy Buster: We've got all summer Rio: Good thing too, some people might not appreciate being made to work their summer Rio: and shut up Buster: Make me Buster: I actually need you to so I don't get caught Rio: You're so fucking Rio: but it's just for me Rio: we're gonna be pros at not getting caught by the end of the summer Buster: I'm not a pro yet though so come here & keep me quiet, it's the least you can do when it's your fault I'm being this loud Rio: All the ways I could keep you quiet Rio: hmm, which would be most fun Buster: Think fast Buster: Or everyone's gonna know your name Rio: Yeah, 'cos that's not what I want at all Buster: Please Buster: Help me out here, like Rio: Fuck Rio: Okay baby Rio: you just need something you can bite on harder than your lip Buster: Good thing I'm on a teacher's desk surrounded by pens & pencils Buster: Better go with the latter to not get shit loads of ink in my mouth if I bite too hard Rio: Be really cute but more of a giveaway Rio: show me the damage after Buster: I've done that before but never for this reason Buster: It takes ages to get rid Rio: Fuck's sake Rio: you're killing me Buster: It's mutual baby Rio: Yeah Rio: it really is Buster: I'll buy you a new toothbrush, I promise Rio: 😂 thanks, babe Rio: battery died ages ago Buster: Fuck that, I'll buy you something better to play with then Rio: Really? Buster: Land of the free, home of the brave Buster: Spoilt for choice Rio: Don't try and bring back anything too big, they will search your bag, like Buster: I'll get it sent to you, you shouldn't have to wait for everything Rio: You're so good to me Buster: You're just so good, full stop Rio: I wanna be Rio: for you Buster: You are Buster: & You're mine anyway Rio: I'm yours, Buster Buster: Shit Buster: Well, that did it Buster: You did Rio: 🤤 Rio: Gimme gimme Buster: Hold on, I gotta clean up in case I've also gotta run Rio: Good idea Rio: why you need me there Buster: A box of tissues is no replacement, babe Rio: Sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me Buster: I aim to please Rio: mhmm and I give you somewhere else to aim Buster: If you turn me on again, I swear to god Buster: There ain't enough pencils or tissues in this room Rio: Best behaviour 🤐🤞 Buster: Though losing my voice would get me out of icebreakers Buster: Maybe I should let you Buster: I could just be the strong, silent type all day Rio: 😏 A mood Buster: All the American girls I've met so far would love it, they never shut the fuck up Rio: 😂 Rio: you don't even have to pretend to listen, trust Buster: I won't Buster: I'll be too busy tuning the accent out Rio: At least the school is good, like Buster: This desk is pretty comfortable, yeah Buster: I'll give 'em that Buster: We probably wouldn't even break it Rio: Be fun to try though Buster: Fun ain't the word Rio: They gonna teach you any new words over there Rio: Probably won't spell or say 'em right, remember Buster: 😂 Buster: I'll teach 'em where they're going wrong Rio: If you're offering diction lessons, I don't wanna know Buster: It'd only make me homesick Buster: Say what you like about Chelsea girls but when they talk dirty to you, it makes up for a multitude of other sins Rio: Shut up Rio: idiot Buster: [drops vid like don't be mad at me ILY lol] Rio: Nice save Buster: Better than nice, you'll see Rio: Someone's back Rio: gonna have to wait Buster: Tell your man, I said hello Rio: Hilarious Buster: Not joking or laughing, like Rio: Don't start this again Buster: I never stopped Rio: Well I don't know what you want me to say Buster: Tell me that you know this is a bad idea but you're doing it anyway Buster: Be honest Rio: I know Drew is a bit Rio: well, Drew Rio: but he wouldn't do that and more importantly, I wouldn't Rio: Indie needs me Buster: Rio, come on Buster: Don't act like that's one line he wouldn't cross Rio: He's known me forever Rio: literally Buster: & He treats everyone else he knows so well, yeah? Buster: Why does Indie need you? 'Cause he's a selfish cunt Rio: I'm not saying that Rio: or disputing that he is Rio: it's not like this is an endorsement of him Rio: I'm just saying he really is not gonna wanna fuck someone he's known since they were an actual baby Buster: I've known you that long, what's the difference? Rio: You're the same age, it's different Rio: he would've been our age, old enough to remember it all Buster: He acts like he's our age still Rio: Yeah Rio: I mean, it must be shit Rio: all your friends get wifed up really early Rio: like, are you planning to be grown up by the time your 30? Buster: Is he planning to be grown up by the time his kids are, more like Buster: That's what's shit Buster: For them Rio: It's a shit situation Rio: always has been Buster: Just be careful, okay? Rio: Of course Rio: don't worry Buster: Don't make me Rio: I'm not Rio: I won't Buster: Good Rio: 👍 Buster: Do you have to go? Rio: I can stay Rio: we've not got school for another 2 days so Rio: just doing stuff here Buster: At least when Indie's in school it ain't your job to stop her from almost killing her classmates Rio: Well, in theory Rio: teachers don't do fuck all, do they Buster: Mine just kick you out at the first sign of anything less than perfection Buster: Stricter when it's posher Rio: 'Course Rio: but you can pay to be there no matter how thick you are Rio: look at our politicians, half of 'em went to oxford Buster: No argument Buster: It worked for Nance, who can't even read Rio: Don't be a dick Buster: It's a fact Rio: Not really and you don't have to point things out just 'cos they're true, you know Buster: You don't have to hide from things just 'cause you don't want them to be true either Buster: I bet she loves it there anyway, the playing field's well levelled, no fucker's reading Rio: 🙄 You're such a snob Buster: Fuck off Rio: What, you blatantly are Buster: If I was a snob, I wouldn't like you, would I? Rio: Oh wow, so nice of you to stoop to my level Buster: It ain't my fault you're trying so hard not to be on mine Rio: Whatever, like Buster: You're not working class, like Rio: You're the one chatting that I am Buster: 'Cause you try so hard to be Buster: Only when it suits you though Rio: Do I Rio: well ain't that exactly what you applaud yourself for Rio: adapting and overcoming, all that bullshit Buster: 'Cause that's what I do Buster: You think you can have your cake, eat it & then judge me for my fucking choices Rio: It isn't judging you to point out when you're being a dick Buster: A snob is a pejorative term Buster: & Yet you're the one thinking you're superior to me 'cause you chat council but spend like you're from Chelsea Rio: Are you serious? Rio: Oh my God Rio: you said I can't read and I'm lucky you give me the time of day Rio: if that's how I'm meant to behave 'cos my parents have money then I'd rather fake it the other way, thanks Buster: Nah, I said my sister can't & she must be loving your shit school Buster: Which is how you've described it loads of times Buster: You're smart, don't be stupid Rio: Have you asked her yourself Rio: as you're so interested Buster: Why are you asking me a question you already know the answer to? Buster: I said, don't be stupid Rio: Prove a point Buster: What's your point? She don't wanna talk to me, that's been proven loads of times Rio: Are you trying Buster: Trying to what, change her mind? Buster: Why would I wanna Rio: Because you wanna talk to her, obviously Buster: I don't Rio: Alright Buster: Is it? Or do you wanna judge me for that as well? Rio: Oh shut up Buster: Don't tell me to shut up Rio: I will Rio: you've called me stupid plenty of times, you've earnt it Buster: You've been stupid, you aren't Buster: That's why it's frustrating Rio: I'm not a child Buster: Don't be childish then Rio: I'd quit whilst you were vaguely ahead if I were you Buster: I'm not a quitter, babe. You've got the wrong twin Rio: Do you want to talk about her or not? Buster: I'm not talking about her, I'm talking about me Rio: Sure Rio: that's what your icebreakers are for Buster: I'll go do 'em then Buster: You've made your point Rio: Okay Rio: Enjoy then Buster: I'll do my best Rio: No doubt Buster: Shouldn't be Rio: You're arguing for the sake of now Buster: You're winding me up for the sake of Rio: I'm not that bored Rio: busy, busy Buster: Then stop Buster: Or fuck off Buster: One or the other Rio: If that's what you want Buster: It's what I said Rio: I said go have fun Buster: Fine Rio: Don't be moody Buster: Don't make me Rio: I ain't done anything Buster: Bullshit Buster: You're always doing something Buster: I miss you Rio: you think I don't miss you too Rio: I miss you loads, actually and it's fucking Buster: I want you so bad Buster: I can't do this Buster: Months of it Rio: There's no alternative though Rio: we have to Buster: I know, fuck's sake, I know Buster: I'm just jetlagged or whatever Buster: Forget it Rio: Yeah Rio: sure, fine by me Buster: It is fine & I can do anything Rio: I never said you couldn't Rio: it'll be alright Buster: I'll cum in this classroom again & get over it Buster: Who else am I, like? Rio: Buster, it's okay Rio: it's a totally new experience, it's fine to feel overwhelmed, doesn't mean you won't ace it Buster: Don't Rio: Okay Rio: but it's true Buster: It's not, there is no out of my depth Rio: Not the word I used Rio: and not what I meant Rio: moving and starting something new is hectic Rio: even if you can handle it Buster: Like I said, I thrive under pressure Buster: There's nothing I can't handle Rio: Exactly, they wouldn't have chosen you otherwise, would they Buster: I know you think I just paid my way here Rio: No I don't Buster: If I think I'm better, it's 'cause I am Buster: 'Cause I put in the work to be Rio: Literally never tried to take that away from you Rio: just saying you don't have to call me or your sister thick to prove that Rio: there's plenty of proof already, yeah? Buster: I'd never call you thick 'cause I'm never wrong Buster: You're really smart Rio: You don't need to do that now Rio: like you said, you work hard Rio: I don't Buster: You can still do anything Buster: Whatever you want Buster: Just like I can Rio: I know Rio: just priorities Rio: not everyone wants the same shit Buster: There's no limits, that's all I'm saying Buster: Nance ain't the same Buster: She's never been Rio: I'm sure she still has plans Buster: She has to, she may have left but there's no escaping mum & dad Buster: It's not the same as being self motivated Rio: No Rio: but maybe she's alright with that Rio: or maybe she ain't Rio: but what can you do Rio: self-motivation for a reason, like Buster: She does what she does to please them, I do what I do to please myself Buster: There's plenty I could do if she let me Rio: She'll find her thing Buster: Not if she keeps jacking everything in as soon as it gets hard Rio: That's not what leaving London was about Rio: come on Buster: Yeah it was Buster: She gave up Rio: She was being really badly bullied Rio: nothing is worth living like that day in day out Rio: especially if you don't even want it for yourself Buster: She let it get to that Rio: She couldn't control that Rio: that's on the people who were doing it Buster: She could've Buster: Just take it back from them Rio: Just take it, you mean Rio: she's not you, is she Buster: No, just stop it Buster: There's a way to stop anything Rio: Not be gay, not be shy, not be herself Rio: she could've but maybe she was over not having anything she wanted Rio: if she's already got to live for your parents in one way, why live for people who would still probably hate her anyway as well Buster: Those are all excuses, they did it to her 'cause they could. Simple as Rio: There's obvious reasons why they picked on her and not you, alright Rio: and I'm sorry but no, just being strong would not stop it Rio: nothing is about you is a target where you live, you can't get it Rio: you fit, she didn't Buster: They'd pick on me if I was a pussy Buster: But I made myself fit Rio: Well she didn't want to then, can be simple as that Buster: You think I wanted to day 1 when we moved there? Buster: Fuck that Rio: I'm sure you didn't Rio: she needed an out and she took the first she could Rio: you're working for yours Buster: She didn't work for hers Buster: She never works for anything Rio: She went through a lot of shit, though Buster: Woe's her then Rio: I'm just saying Buster: Look where you are & what for Buster: Everyone's going through it Buster: She ain't special Rio: Yeah, of course Rio: I'm not saying she's the only one who has or is going through bullshit Rio: I know you did too Buster: I didn't & don't mean me Buster: I'm not struggling, never have done Buster: Like you said, obvious reasons Rio: You want me to agree like I believe that? Rio: Reasons you just had different problems Rio: rich boys aren't exempt, they just get lots less sympathy for theirs Buster: There ain't no reason for you to disagree or disbelieve Buster: I can barely play the dead brother card 'cause he weren't one Buster: Got not even a day's mileage out of that Rio: You're not allowed to talk about it, I remember Buster: There's nothing to talk about anyway, he's just a name, didn't get to be anything else Rio: He existed for 9 months before that Rio: I know it doesn't start the day they pop out Buster: Not to me, I was a kid, what did I care? Buster: That's my mum's grief not mine Rio: You weren't that young Buster: A lad then, what does it matter Rio: You were allowed to grieve Rio: you still are Buster: Like I said, for what? Buster: It ain't as if I'm an only child Rio: For what he coulda been, who Buster: That'd be like grieving for who I reckon my sister should be Buster: Not gonna have a candlelit vigil for her backbone Rio: You can do Rio: think it's considered a bit insensitive to hold a funeral for her 'just 'cos she's not gonna have the husband and 2.5 kids these days but I'll keep it on the dl Buster: We don't know who he would've been & we never will Buster: It's a waste of time Rio: Yeah Rio: It's a big waste of time and you can't do anything about it Buster: Why do you want me to be powerless? Like is that a turn on for you or what? Buster: I don't want your fucking pity, alright Rio: I don't and no it's not Rio: I told you, you won't get any Buster: Good Buster: Maybe you reckon I should be fucked up but I ain't Buster: Gutted to burst your bubble though Rio: Why would I want that Buster: You tell me Rio: I don't Rio: so I've got no idea Buster: Then stop chatting like I have all these issues Rio: I just said you can Rio: not that you do Buster: Well, cheers for your permission in that case Rio: Any time Buster: I have to go Rio: Okay then Rio: talk to you later Buster: Yeah

Hi! Can you do a Mush one where he's trying to ask the reader out but reader being so scared and shy says no. Even when it tries to be more obvious of the fact he likes them, they keep on saying no. Mush gets kind of mad because he's frustrated so reader just blurt out "i'm scared of you" or something like that and well just fluff and stuff at the end :) Thank you so mush (pun) if you do it!

I friggin love puns

You weren’t sure why the majority of the people in the cafeteria before school weren’t there to eat breakfast, but that’s certainly how it looked when you surveyed the tables for your friends.  Somebody else had gotten to your usual table first, but you were sure your people were there somewhere.

If they weren’t, there would be words.

Across the lunchroom, your eyes caught on a face.  You registered the way that face lit up at the sight of you before you registered whose face is was.  Your stomach swooped with recognition before you consciously had his name.

Mush.

You grinned when he stood up and waved you over.  

“Albert missed his bus, so we lost the table,” he explained when you got to the table that gave you a painfully direct view of the sun rising.

“Friggin’ Albert,” you sighed.

A few of the guys reached over to swat at Albert, who didn’t bother fighting back.  “I overslept,” he sighed.  “Don’t act like you haven’t done the same thing.”

“We aren’t in charge of saving the table,” you scolded.  

He flipped you off.  You grinned, but Mush crumpled up a napkin to throw.

“My hero,” you crooned.

Breaking off a piece of his Poptart for you, he gave an insincere grin.  “Anything for you.”

“Any big plans for the night?”  Usually you would all go to see his football games together on Friday nights, but the end of the season brought a wave of freetime that none of you knew what to do with.

“Nah,” he said.  “You?”

You shrugged.  Homework, maybe.  You didn’t want to say so and sound like That Party Pooper, but it was nice to get homework out of the way early so you could have quiet Sundays.  “Party of one, I guess.  I’ve got a date with Stranger Things.”

Mush gave a heavy swallow, and your eyes narrowed.  He was making The Face.  Crutchie pointed out The Face when Mush saw you in his spare football jersey on Friday nights.  Jack mentioned it in regards to how Mush looked when you made jokes during presentations.  People would laugh, you would smile, and ‘Mush falls apart.’

You should not like The Face.  It was a blatant painting of feelings, and you had been trying to find ways to kindly kill his feelings since the school year started.  Senior year brought college talks.  College applications.  The slow, certain separation from your friends in anticipation of leaving each other behind.  Dating somebody who made you want to stay would only make things harder.

“Speaking of,” he began, “maybe I could crash?  I’d bring pizza and popcorn.”

You could say yes.  You wanted to go out with him - you would have said yes any other year.  This year was a death sentence for relationships, so while you could say yes, you shouldn’t.

“That’s a great idea,” you said brightly.  “Hey!  Guys!”  You bellowed down the table, and everybody turned to look at you.  “Stranger Things marathon at mine.  Mush is bringing pizza, so you’d better bring money to pay him back.”

Some of the guys said yes, some of the guys said no, and disappointment etched itself into Mush’s face.

“Truth or dare, Y/N?”

“Truth,” you said.  Race’s nose was still running from eating a handful of crushed red pepper, so you felt like playing it safe.

“Who do you have a crush on?”  Henry singsonged the words, managing to sound like a middle schooler in the process.

Your eyes darted over to Mush on their own accord.  He sat up from his slouch on the couch, and his eyes were focused on the way your hands were folded on your lap.  You dug your nails into your palms, hoping that your face was blank of emotion.

You had been quiet for too long.

You forced a laugh.  “Geez, way to get creative, Hank.”

He wrinkled his nose at the nickname, no doubt hating his father for calling him that when you all arrived at his house.  “Classics are well-known for a reason.”

“Ugh.  Juvenile,” you sighed.

You couldn’t say Mush.

Lying was more juvenile than the question was.

“Ben Wyatt,” you said smoothly.  “I’d arm wrestle Leslie Knope for him.”

There were some sighs of disappointment from around the room.

“You’d lose,” Jack said.  “Leslie is a powerhouse.”

“For Ben Wyatt,” you said honestly, “I think I’d stand a chance.”

You pretended not to notice how long it took Mush to get a water refill.  You pretended not to be guilty, and you pretended that you didn’t regret not saying his name.

You had been pretending too much lately, and it was taking too much of a toll.  With your luck, you’d ruin things with Mush even though you hadn’t dated him at all.

Mush grinned at the end of the commercial for some new action movie.  “That looks awesome.”

“Yeah, it looks alright.”

“We should see that,” he said eagerly.  “You and I can go opening weekend.”

You bit your lip.  Nope.  Bad idea.  Not an outright date request, but close enough that he may get his hopes up.  “I’m sure the guys would love that!  Finch is all about movies with people punching each other.”

“Actually, I was thinking -”

“I’ll put it in the group chat,” you powered on.  You grabbed your phone and typed it out quickly, ignoring the frustrated look on Mush’s face.

“You look really nice today,” Mush told you.

“Thanks.”  You brushed the words off, knowing that you would get flustered if you focused too much on them.  

“No, really,” he insisted.  He seldom let you get away with sidestepping compliments, and it was simultaneously the best and worst thing he could do.  “That sweater makes your eyes pop.”

“That’s a terrifying image, thanks.”

He gave a surprised snort of laughter.  “Gross.  Kind of an interesting mental image, though.  Don’t deny it.”

You grinned.  “What’s the sweater doing?  Squeezing too tight?”

“That sweater squeezes you just right,” he blurted, and averted his eyes in obvious horror.  You thought you heard him whisper a small ‘Jesus Christ,’ but you couldn’t be sure.

“Thanks,” you said again, and this time it wasn’t insincere at all.

He inched his chair a little closer to yours, and you moved farther away under the guise of pulling a notebook out of your backpack.  He was not fooled, if the slump of his shoulders was indicative of anything at all.

“Y/N,” Mush said quietly, “I’m getting tired of this.”

“Of what?”  You frowned down at the physics lab the two of you had finished.  When you finished early, the two of you would use crayons to decorate the back.  You had done it all semester, but if he didn’t want to - “You don’t have to help, if you don’t want to.”

“What?  No.”  He gripped his red crayon tighter.  “I’m talking about this thing with us.”

“Okay,” you said.  “Is there something specific?”

He gestured between the two of you.  “This - this almost.  If you don’t want to date me, that’s fine.  I really thought that you’d know I would get over it.  But don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m getting at, and don’t let me think that maybe you’ll say yes the next time.”

Your throat went dry, and it became impossible to swallow.  He was right - you had known what he was doing.  You had known that he knew that.  Still, it was painful to have him call you out on it.

“I’m sorry,” you said.  You reached over, squeezed his hand once, and let go.  “I was being a jerk.”

“Do you want to go out with me?”  There was no hope in his voice this time, and his eyes were tired.

You said nothing.  You didn’t want to lie, and to tell him the truth would be unfair.

“Y/N, please answer.  I’ll take whatever you say, but you have to say something.”

Silence.

His brow furrowed, and it was possibly the first time he had looked truly angry at you.  “Y/N, I swear to God -”

“No,” you snapped back.  You weren’t angry, but you were cornered.  “No, I will not date you.  I am scared to date you, so I won’t.  Don’t ask anymore.”

Mush pursed his lips, started to speak, and pursed them again.  “Okay,” he finally said.  “Okay, I know that I said I’d accept your answer, but I think I’ll need a little more than that.”

“Nope.  That’s all there is.”

“No.  Nononononono.  You don’t get to call me scary to date, and leave it there,” he said.

“I didn’t call you scary,” you argued.  “I called myself scared.”

“What’s the difference?”  The weariness was gone now, and though there wasn’t hope, there was something.  Not his signature Face, maybe, but something that made you think that he wouldn’t lay down and accept your answer after all.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to be unhappy about it.

“We only have one college in common,” you said.

“What?”

“The colleges we applied for - we only shared one.  I don’t want to do long distance.  I don’t want either of us to sacrifice things to make it work with each other.”

His lips quirked into half a smile.  “You have to do that no matter how close you are.”

“But it would be harder,” you argued.  “It would be hard, and you’re worth the work, but I don’t want things to get ugly and fail.”

“Any relationship can fail!”  He was half laughing now.  Half amused, half confused.  “If you don’t do something because it might not work out, you’ll never do anything.”

“But this -”

“Do you like me?”

“Yes,” you said in a small voice.

“Good.  I like you too,” he said.  A hint of The Face came back, and his eyes were bright.  “Do you think that there’s a chance - no matter how small - that we could make things work?  That you’d want to make things work?”

“Yes,” you said, and smiled a little.  Of course he was going to talk you into dating.  Or course you were going to fall for it.  You weren’t sure why you had thought there was any other way, but it was clear that there wasn’t.

“Has being scared of something ever changed the situation?”

“No,” you sighed.

“So let’s do this,” he urged.  He didn’t grab your hand, no, that would be too forceful.  He would never corner you in a way that truly made it impossible to escape.  He did, however, put his hand near yours on the table.  Near enough for you to touch him, if you spread your fingers a little.  “Let’s try this out.  I know that it might not work, but maybe it will.  I think that you’re worth the risk, Y/N.”

You sighed, pushing your hair back.  It was an exasperated sigh, a fond sigh.  A surrender sigh.  “Alright, Mush.  You’ve worn me down.  Let’s go out.  Nobody else there, and no excuses.”  You shifted your hand over and squeezed his fingers.

He beamed.  “Awesome.  If anybody can handle distance, it’s us.”

“And we don’t know that we’ll have to,” you said.  It was a reminder for both of you, really.  “We haven’t gotten acceptance letters yet.  We might be at the same school.”

“That’s the spirit,” he said.

“So, what’s the plan for the date?”

“I’ve given you plenty of options,” he smirked.  “Your turn.”

You smacked his hand, standing to turn in the lab.  “Blow me away, Mush.  Make this worth my while.”

“You’re dating me.  That’s worth it, and then some.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but were inclined to agree.

"Here's a hint: I'm not telling you" or "Alright im gonna go cry" (or combined bc that has comedic potential) with Steve-O ❤❤❤

 prompt: also asked by anon: “Alright, I’m gonna go cry” w/ Steve

pairing: steve harrington x reader

rated: t for teen

warnings: cursing here and there

word count: 2647

read it on ao3

Winter time. Winter brought three–no, four good things: holiday season, new years celebration, cold weather, and, of course, your and Steve’s anniversary.

It had only been a year (god, it felt so much longer), since the two of you had begun as an actual thing; since you had become a real couple. The start had been…confusing at first, but after the first date, things had gone smoothly for you both.

As you baked his favorite type of cake from scratch, stirring the mix together as you dropped blue  and red food coloring into the bowl, you reminisced on how you’d both gotten to the point that you were at, now–with him driving down from his university an hour away to visit you.

You had met in science class, grouped together in a lab assignment with two other people: a stoner who clearly wasn’t interested in doing anything, and a quiet, shy girl who wasn’t going to do anything. He had been working on his personal essay for university all throughout class, leaving you to be the leader of the group. 

“Okay, then,” you said aloud after five minutes of silence, the stoner staring out into space, the quiet girl looking down at the table, and Steve, who everyone and their mother knew, nearly banging his head against the table in frustration as he tried to string sentences together to make them somewhat coherent. “I’m Y/N,” you offered, attempting to start conversation among them. The silence stretched on as no one else said anything. “Alright.”

“What’s another word for ‘being a winner’?” Steve had interjected, not looking up from his paper.

“Uh…successful?” you offered, and he mumbled out a quick thanks before returning to his writing. “No problem,” you sighed, knowing that this class would undoubtedly be total and utter crap because of the group you were now forced to work with every time there’s a lab. Dandy.

“We’re uh, introducing each other, right?” Steve said, glancing up from his writing quickly, “I’m Steve.”

That’s practically a given, you thought to yourself silently, but noticed as the quiet girl began to speak. “I’m Amy,” she said softly, her voice sounding unsteady, as though she were underwater.

“Todd,” the stoner said, waving a hand, as though they all couldn’t quite see him. “Fair warning, but lunch is right before this class and lunch time is break time, so I’ll probably be a crap partner anyway–”

“Well, we’re stuck together,” Steve had huffed, “So try to…skip a day or two when we have labs, okay? Don’t think it’d be smart to lose a limb over getting high.”

Todd’s eyes widened, “We can lose a limb in here?!”

Steve gave him a shrug, “I mean, anything can happen when you’re high and working with chemicals. Could even go blind.”

“Oh maaan, really?” Todd asked, collapsing in his seat. 

Steve nodded as though this was a one hundred percent proven fact, “Absolutely,” he said, looking to you and winking. 

Winking?

You couldn’t have been sure that it had even happened until it had, but you decided not to question it. Either way, he had helped you. Even though it was in a small way, it had worked.

You’d interacted throughout the month of September and October every so often that senior year in class and during labs, but you didn’t really know him, know him. You did know that he was better at science than he was at writing, and he was actually really nice, something that you hadn’t been expecting. You didn’t really believe the rumors that the popular jock Steve Harrington had changed from how he was before, but it seemed like they were true. He had changed, and you supposed that there was Nancy to thank for that.

Nancy Wheeler was a good girl. Nice, sweet–didn’t really talk to people outside of her social circle except for Jonathan Byers who, you supposed, she got along well with because her brother was best friends with his brother. He was the only exception.

You’d had a chance to really talk to Steve alone, though, for the first time, at the halloween party. The night had still been going strong, but it had been winding down for you. You’d gone out to the backyard to get a breath of fresh air, away from the smell of sweat and teenage boys and the faint smell of vomit, and were quickly met by noneother than–

“Steve,” you’d said softly, noticing that he was seated against the side of the house, his gaze watching the blue of the pool behind the fence. “What are you doing out here?” you asked curiously.

“Oh,” he said, “Y/N. Didn’t think a party like this was your kind of scene.”

“Yeah, well…” you sighed, sitting down next to him, crossing your legs. “It’s not. But I figured hey, it’s senior year. Might as well do one of the stereotypical teenage crap adults always say we do.”

“Yeah? Like what?” he asked curiously, to which you chuckled and shrugged.

“Like…uh. Get drunk, go to some…party thrown by some rich girl who’s parents are away for the weekend. Dance with some boys. That kinda stuff, I guess,” you said, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Huh,” he mused quietly before turning to look at you. “And have you done it?”

You raised an eyebrow, “Wait, what?”

“The list,” he said, “The ‘stereotypical things’.”

“Oh,” you said, feeling slightly embarrassed that your mind immediately went to another matter. “uh, can’t say that I’m drunk. Buzzed maybe. The drinks here aren’t that good anyway.”

“Yup,” Steve agreed, and you glanced back at him.

“And what about you? Have you done any stereotypical teenage things at this party?” you asked curiously.

“Well, I, uh–” he laughed, the sound coming out loud and harsh, “Can’t say it’s stereotypical, but I got in a fight with my girlfriend and I’m pretty sure she wants us to break up.” He’s quiet for a moment as he realized that the words were out in the air now, and he couldn’t call them back. “So there’s that.”

“Shit,” you huffed, shifting in your seated spot. “Sorry, Steve.”

“Nah,” he waved it off. “Nothing anyone can do ‘bout it. Been a long time coming, I think.” 

You didn’t say anything, feeling as though it wasn’t your place to speak. He seemed to want to vent, in any case.

“She said she didn’t love me,” he continued, “That whatever we have–had?–is bullshit.”

Yikes.

“Jesus,” you sighed. “That sucks.”

“Yeah,” he stated, “Yeah. It sucks.” He went silent for a moment and said in a deadpan tone, “I think I’m drunk.”

You laughed at that, “Yeah, I think so, too.”

He laughed along with you, almost self deprecatingly, you think, and he says, “My girlfriend probably wants to break up and here I am, drunk and laughing about it. That seems fucked up to me, is it fucked up to you?”

“Just a bit,” you tell him, a wide smile on your face. “Just a lil.”

“Christ, what happened to your face?” you questioned a few days later when you had a lab together. He had bruises just about everywhere, and you’re pretty sure that he has two black eyes.

“An asshole happened,” he huffed, almost collapsing into his chair across from you as the other students came into class. 

“Yeah, well,” you said, your tone deadpan, “You look like shit.”

“Oh, well thanks,” Steve said sarcastically. 

“Hair’s still good, though,” you say to him, slightly perplexed, “Oddly enough.”

“My hair is always good,” he told you, clearly flaunting it as he ran a hand through it, causing for you to laugh ever so slightly, shaking your head with incredulity.

“You’re an idiot, Steve.”

He had asked you out on a not-date during the thanksgiving break, inviting you out to an ice skating rink. 

“Is this supposed to be a date?” you teased him, knowing that the moment you got him to think that this was explicitly not a date would mean that you’d be able to keep your feelings for him under wraps. If he didn’t think this was a date, then you could think it wasn’t a date. Dating was complicated, and you didn’t want to make things complicated. You wanted to keep things simple, especially since he and Nancy had just broken up after nearly a year together. It’d only been a few weeks since then, and you figured that he needed longer in order to not make you seem as though you were “the rebound”.

If he was even interested in you in that way, that is.

“Pfft, no,” Steve replied, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. He deadpanned, asking quickly, “Why? Do you want it to be? Is that what you want–”

“I’ll go to the rink with you,” you tell him before he can finish his questions, not wanting to complicate things. “You’re paying, right?”

“Yeah,” he answered, and you nodded. 

“Cool!” you said, “So it’s a not-date.”

“It’s a not-date.”

Later, it turned out, that the “not-date” quickly turned into just a regular date – although neither of you had noticed it. You had had to hold his hand (clinging onto him totally in the beginning, but moving down to just his hand) in order to keep yourself from falling onto the cold ice (which you had already managed to do before an abundance of times; dragging him down with you every time). At some point, the songs that they were playing became more calm, more soothing, and before you knew it, they were playing specifically songs for couples.

Neither of you had noticed that everyone around you was a couple until you’d pointed it out, finding it odd that everyone had seemed to be in pairs–

And just like that, you fell yet again, this time with Steve landing on the ice before you, and you going down right after him. He attempted to reach out to catch you, which resulted in you collapsing onto his chest, the wind knocked out of both of your bodies as he winced.

“I am so sorry!” you said flusteredly, attempting to get up and off of him.

“It’s fine, I’m fine,” Steve said as you sat back on your knees, the skate only slightly digging into your back legs.

“Crap, I feel so bad,” you said, trying not to blame yourself but seriously failing. 

“Seriously, Y/N,” he said, chuckling as he stood up onto his feet, skates touching the ice once again. “I’m fine.”

You paused, chewing on your lip slightly. “Thank you,” you said in recognition of his efforts to catch you, which was at an expense to him.

“No problem,” he said.

December rolled around before you knew it, and Steve was up to something.

“Alright, what are you planning?” you questioned, narrowing your eyes as you sat with him during lunch at the local fast food restaurant.

“You’ll see,” he said, not giving away anything as he continued to write in his notebook.

“Ugh, can I at least have a hint? Something?” you asked curiously, hating not knowing about something.

“Okay, okay, here’s a hint,” he said, looking up from his paper to look at you. “I’m not telling you.”

“Steve!” you said in a clipped tone, smacking him on the shoulder gently. “You’re being dumb again.”

“Y/N, you’ll see, okay?” he said, “But I guess I can give you a little hint. I guess.”

“Okay, okay, what is it?” you asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m gonna take my girlfriend out somewhere she’ll like,” Steve said coyly, and you felt your heart drop for some weird reason.

“Your girlfriend?” you asked, wondering when he and Nancy had gotten back together, and feeling slightly dumb that you hadn’t realized that he was dating someone before. It was dumb, but you had thought that you guys were–

“Oh, shit,” he muttered, bringing his palm to his forehead. “Crap. Forgot to ask.”

“Ask what?” you questioned.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Okay, okay, wait, wait –” Steve said as he handed the envelope to you as you sat across from one another on his bed. “You read it.”

“Steve, you’re being a baby,” you teased him, taking the envelope from his hands anyway. “It’ll be fine, alright?”

“Yeah, but–” his face darkened with worry for a moment, and he forced a nervous laugh out. “Alright, I’m gonna go cry.”

“Alright, alright, don’t be a baby,” you said, practically tearing the envelope open. You pulled out the letter from inside, skimming past the Dear Steve Harrington at the top and searching for the magic words. As you expected, they were there. Just to mess with him, though, you looked back at him, your face falling ever so slightly. “Oh, Steve,” you said softly. 

“What?” he asked nervously. “What’s it say?” He grabbed for the letter, his eyes scanning the paper quickly.

“I’m sorry,” you said slowly, building his anticipation, “That you’ve been accepted to a nerd school!”

He looked back up at you, his eyes lighting up with happiness. “Holy fuck, Y/N! Don’t scare me like that!”

You laughed, “What? I told you, didn’t I? I knew you would get in!”

“Shit,” he muttered, a breathless laugh passing from his lips. He smiled at you, now, wrapping you in a bear hug. 

“You did it!” you say, rubbing his back reassuringly. “I told you so.”

He sat back away from you for a moment before pressing his lips to yours, his warm, soft lips coming into contact with yours. Still, just like the first time, you get goosebumps as you feel that electric feeling run through your veins yet again.

“I love you,” he laughed in between kisses, “So fucking much.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you laughed with him, smiling as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. “I love you, too.”

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard a door close shut behind you just as you pulled the cake out of the oven, your eyes lighting up as you saw who was there.

“Steve!”

He had rushed to you and you had practically jumped into his widespread arms, him spinning you around as you pressed kisses all across his cheeks.

“Ooh, I missed you so much,” you said, still holding onto him tightly as he dropped you back down to the floor.

“I missed you, too,” he said, pulling the two of you apart for a moment so that he can look at you. “I still got the most gorgeous girlfriend in the world. Everyone else is dying of envy.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, pulling him down by the lapels of his shirt so that you can kiss him, re-familiarizing yourself with the softness of his lips. You missed this. You missed kissing him, hugging him, having him close by. “I love you,” you said softly, looking up into his eyes as you pulled away slightly, for nothing if not to stare at him. It had been so long since you’d seen him – since late September, maybe? At the start of the college semester? But now, now he was here, and you were together again, just like before. Just like always.

“I love you, too,” he said, cupping your face in his hands before pressing another kiss to your lips. He broke away from you for a moment to sniff the air, saying, “You baking?”

“Uh,” you glanced back to the purple colored cake which sat on the stove, cooling from having just been taken out of the oven, and you said, “Yeah. Didn’t get the chance to frost it, though–”

“No, no, we can do it together,” he said, narrowing his eyebrows as though it was ludicrous that you would do it alone.

“Yeah?” you asked, surprised at the offer. “Didn’t know that you liked to help in the kitchen.”

He shook his head, “Nah. With you, though?” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’d do anything.”

a/n: thanks for reading! i love him and ended up making this longer than i thought, lmao. (and i made the gif but i digress,) if you enjoyed, please leave a comment / reblog!

tagging: @donnaatroy @keithstellations @dana-in-wonderland

(Gonna start by saying that I used to be bitchinameatsuit so helloooo I have not disappeared haha) But I come bearing prompts! Something fluffy with Miles! I'm talking, sickly sweet, domestic type fluff- the situation can be whatever you wish- as long as it rots my teeth, I will be happy 😂👌

Hiya! I know you asked for teeth-rotting fluff, and I don’t know if I delivered quite that, but I tried my best and it’s definitely fluffy! I’m sorry this took a bit, I’m experiencing the “pre-going back to college” blues at the moment. I hope you like it!!!

Pairing: Miles/readerWarnings: Fluff, swearing, feeling kinda down (just a little bit, based off of my own life at the moment). 

You can send me prompts here, read prompting “rules” here, or read my other stuff here!

For whatever reason, you woke up sad that morning. It wasn’tanything you could pinpoint, just that tug at your gut that brought you down.You rolled over in your boyfriend’s arms and started poking his cheek gently.

“Miilllessss,” You drew his name out, like it was perhapsthe most difficult thing in the world, “wake up.”

“Hmm?” Miles finally stirred, groggily opening his eyes andbeaming once he saw your face.

“Morning, sunshine.” He said softly, and you felt that tugat your gut again.

You ducked your head and buried it in Miles’ chest.

“Do you just not want to get up or is something wrong,[Y/N]?” He asked, bringing one hand up to stroke your hair.

“Sad,” You mumbled, the hairs on his chest tickling yournose, “don’t know why.”

You felt Miles shift, “Well, let me fix that, then. You stayhere, princess, I’ll be right back.”

It took a few minutes because you were clinging onto himlike a koala, but eventually Miles managed to get up and tuck the covers aroundyou. You tried to listen intently to what he was doing (you’d get up but youknew Miles would look like a kicked puppy if you did), but after a few minutesyou dosed off.

You were pulled out of sleep by Miles softly saying yourname and the smell of delicious breakfast foods. Blinking your eyes open, yousaw Miles perched on the edge of your bed, a lapdesk and a glass of milk in onehand and a plate piled high with your favorite breakfast foods in the other.

“I couldn’t find a tray, even though I know you have some,so a lapdesk will have to do.” He said, smiling sheepishly.

“It’s perfect, thank you, love.” You assured him, pushingyourself up into a sitting position and letting him fuss with pillows andarrangements before handing you the plate. Once you were properly settled andstarted eating, Miles left the room and came back with two mugs of steaming hotcoffee. He set yours on the nightstand before circling around the other side ofthe bed and sliding into it, pressing his side up against yours and taking along sip.

“So, after breakfast, I need you to get ready, yeah? We’regoing to go shopping, and then take a walk in the park to see all the dogs outon this lovely Saturday, and get some tacos or something for lunch, and then we’llgo pet the dogs at the animal shelter. Then we can come home and cuddle andwatch shitty TV or whatever. Sound good?” He asked, turning to you.

You nodded, “Yeah, Miles. Sounds great.” That tug was backin your lungs, pushing into your stomach, but you tried to will it to go away.

“If it’s too much, let me know. I just want to do what makesyou happy, [Y/N].” Miles said earnestly, running his fingers through your hair.

“No, I think – I think it’ll be good. It’s hard to tellcause the sads are just kinda coating overtop.” You admitted.

Miles sighed and pressed a kiss to your temple, “I got you.Don’t you worry about a thing, okay? Dr. Miles is in and he’s got aprescription to cure your affliction.” He wiggled his eyebrows, which made youlaugh despite yourself.

“Alright, Doc, whatever you say.” You teased, taking a sipof your coffee.

It was perfect, just how you liked it, and for a moment youjust stared at Miles as he told you a story about work and wondered how youmanaged to be so lucky.

The two of you spent a while flitting in and out of stores,Miles insisting that the two of you try on the most ridiculous items you could findin each one, your boyfriend flooding snap chat with goofy pictures of the twoof you. You felt that tug, still, something in the back of your mind insistingthat you needed to be sad, right now,but Miles seemed to have a sixth sense for it – making you smile and laugh andsacrificing his dignity for your enjoyment every time you started to payattention to it.

After your (admittedly few) purchases were safely in Miles’car, you walked over to the park, Miles dragging you by the hand to each andevery dog you saw. You laughed at his enthusiasm and smiled fondly at the wayhis eyes lit up as he thought of new adjectives to describe each dog, cooing ashe pet them.

Once you got to the other end of the park, your stomachgrowled, and Miles dragged you out of the park and to the nearesthole-in-the-wall. Although you’d never been, the food was admittedly delicious,and Miles provided entertainment by giving each person who walked past the windowabsurd, over-the-top character traits. Every once and a while, he’d pausemid-sentence, look at you with excited, sparkling eyes, and exclaim “that’s a good one!” before scribblingit down on a napkin.

“Alright, what’s next on the list, babe?” You asked once thetwo of you were sufficiently fed and had exited the restaurant (even though youknew the answer).

“Well, next is the animal shelter, but we have to walk backthrough the park to get to my car, first.” Miles chirped brightly.

You threw your head back dramatically and whined, “But Miles, I’m tired, it’s so far.”

You were only joking, teasing Miles for the sake of teasing,but before you could register what was going on, he was bending down so thatyou could hop onto his back.

“I may not be physically fit enough to carry you all the waythere, but damnit I’m gonna try.” He announced, and you cautiously climbed ontohis back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Away!” Miles shouted and started trotting down the street,making you dissolve into giggles and bury your face in his shoulder. To thesurprise of both of you, Miles was able to make it all the way back to theparking lot.

“I am not going to work out for a week, damn, I love you, Ipromise you’re not heavy, but JesusChrist, [Y/N], that was a lot further than I thought it would be.” Milespanted as the two of you slid into his car.

“At least it’s cool and there’s a nice breeze today.” Youcommented, ignoring the shame tugging at your gut for making Miles carry you.

“Before you get all in your head about it, you didn’t makeme do anything, I carried you through the park on my own volition.” Miles toldyou as he backed out of his parking space and pulled into traffic, headingtowards the animal shelter. Once he was safely on the road, he let his righthand fall onto your knee, squeezing gently.

“Okay.” You said, pressing a kiss to his cheek and smiling.

It was probably the cutest dog you had ever seen in yourentire life. She was small and brown and cuddly and he name was Pickles and fuck Miles because you were in love.With literal tons of heart emojis attached.

“You like her?” Miles asked, shuffling over on his knees towhere you were sitting, Pickles crawling into your lap with a chew toy in hermouth.

“She’s literally the most adorable dog I have ever laid eyeson in my entire life.” You told him, fixing him with a grave stare. Mileslaughed and kissed your forehead before scratching Pickles behind the ears. Shepaused her chewing to give his hand a couple of licks, which made Miles scrunchhis nose up, but he let the puppy do it, anyway.

“Great! Let’s get her.” He said, like it was the mostlogical thing in the world.

“What?” You whipped your head around to look at him.

This must be a joke,you thought to yourself, staring at your boyfriend in disbelief. He justsmirked at you a bit.

“Whaddaya mean, what? You love her, I love you, the apartmentis pet-friendly, dogs are great. It makes sense.”

You squealed,throwing your arms around Miles and pulling him into you in an awkward,off-balance hug. Miles just laughed and hugged you back, waving over anemployee with one hand. Miles made you stay there with Pickles while he did allthe paperwork, citing “mother-daughter bonding time,” and soon enough, the twoof you (plus your new furry child) were back in Miles’ car.

Miles insisted that you stopped at the pet store, and heheld Pickles in his arms, following you dutifully with a bright smile on hisface while you darted around the store, picking out toys and treats andaccessories.

Later that night, the remains of Chinese takeout scatteredon the coffee table and the two of you snuggled together on the couch, wrappedup in blankets and watching your favorite TV show while Pickles snored softlyin your lap, you realized that you couldn’t remember the last time you feltthat tug of sadness in your gut that day.

“Thank you, Miles.” You whispered, leaning up to press akiss to his jaw.

“Anything for you, [Y/N]. Did you have fun today?” He asked,squeezing the arm wrapped around you just a littletighter.

“Yes, yes I did.” You confirmed. You saw the edges of asmile pulling at Miles’ lips.

“Good. God, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You knew that tomorrow morning, you might very well wake upwith that inexplicable tug again, but you also knew that Miles would be thereand he knew just how to chase it away.