#its so fucking annoying man and then if i say anything at all she'll go on a tirade about how

[definitelynotnia]

im sorry i have to rant im so fucking pissed

my exams end on 19th and I have to get rid of some books and buy some books which are quite pricy online so I had planned on going to college street on 20th and selling my books and buying the new ones at a cheap price and i was frankly really excited about it because all I get is a one day break to relax bcz i have to start studying for entrances from 21st so all I have is 20th and i wanted to spend it at college street and then get some food and basically have like a solo date kind of thing.

and i was so so excited about it i told my boyfriend about it like 500 times bcz i kept forgetting i've already mentioned it and it was literally on my mind a lott so i kept bringing it up and ik it seems like not a big deal cz i can just sit at home and chill too but i literally do not get to go outside my house. like- the last time i went out was new years eve and after that the only time i've gone out is to school or to give my boards that is it. my mother has some weird like problem wiht me going out like even if i tell her that i just want to go to our terrace for 5 minutes just to get some fresh air she won't even allow that she'll be all suspicious and like sTaNd In ThE bAlCOnY aNd TaKe FrEsH aIr like she herself doesnt leave the house (and blames it on me and my brother ???? when have we ever stopped you bro, she said I HaVe To Be HeRe To KeEp An EyE like im 18 i dont need to be watched 24/7 stop blaming me for choices you put upon yourself) and i just feel so suffocated ALL THE TIME i feel so overstimulated and im so sick of rotting on my bed and i dont want to wait for some birthday party or friends meet up to be able to leave my goddamn house i just wanted to go and have a fun day and get me some books thats it.

anyway so initially the plan was that my mom would go along but something came up so she wanted to postpone it to 21st and i didn't want to bcz i'd already be missing 3 days bcz of my boyfriends birthday, holi and my brothers birthday (all of which are important and i dont want to miss which makes me the villain apparently bcz i should "adjust" and cancel my "parties" instead of trying to stick to my plan bcz that makes me too demanding and selfish apparently) so i suggested that ukw why dont u go do ur thing which came up and i'll go to college street by myself...which is when the solo date idea came which i had really wanted all along but didnt bring up bcz i knew she'd say no but now there's a valid reason for me to go alone so like, its a pretty easy fix i can just go alone but noooo. First of all,

I've been to college street multiple times before so its not like its an unknown area to me

im going by metro which is quite safe

im going when there is stark daylight and i will return home much much before it gets dark and im literally 18

she never lets me go anywhere alone, not even take ubers alone if i want to get back from somewhere my bf has to come drop me everytime and then go backwards to his house which is so so so stupid and i never get to go out alone unless accompanied by family or by a male friend, so obv when i said i'll go to college street alone she refused to let that happen and started screaming about how 'if its so important to go on 20th bcz u dont want to miss a day of studying then cancel ur 'parties' and study then' and i was like no its not about missing a day its just that there's a very easy and logical fix to this problem which is i go alone and its not inconveniencing anyone so why cant i just do that but she will not listen to that bcz im 'adamant' and 'everything has to be according to me' bcz i found a viable solution to the problem. so instead of letting me just go she was literally ready to pay much more money and buy the books online, like.....why cant i just go bro??? (and she keeps telling me im a waste of her money bcz i will amount to nothing in life and my education was a failed investment or wtv so like now why are u wasting more money??? im literally trying to save the money that u 'waste' on me so just let me ???)

anyway i called my dad last night and told him and he was super ok with the idea he said its a good idea that i go alone and that he would speak to her but then today when i asked her if dad spoke to her she said yes, we'll go on 20th and i was like .....we? so apparently she CANCELLED her previously immovable thing for which she wanted me to cancel my 'parties', she cancelled that and agreed to go with me on 20th just so that i dont get to go alone- like ???????????????? what is ur problemmmm

so obv i was super annoyed and i went on a whole ass rant about how i literally struggle to even cross roads bcz i dont know shit about basic travelling bcz all my life ive been in a car and its a running joke with all my guy friends that i 'cannot navigate' and 'dont know any places' and obv??? if im never allowed to go anywhere then how tf will i know the places- the only places i know is bcz recently i've been paying a lot of attention and asking my dad stuff about what roads to take to reach certain places and when i go out with my friends i kind of try and learn a bit but thats it i've only ever gone alone completely alone to two places which is my beauty parlour thats 5 minutes away from my house and one bazaar one time that was 2 bus stops away, thats it. thats my extent of public travelling alone. and now im supposed to go to a whole new STATE for college and i cant even call myself an auto without struggling. and like- is this not a basic life skill??? like ok yeah its not rocket science and i will probably figure it out even if i start later in life but why not now? most of my guy friends literally go everywhere alone, why not me? and my dad agreed with all of this but my mom was just like "you'll be in the hostel only, no need to go out of the campus" like ARE YOU FOR REAL????????? and she's like "if u want to learn skills learn how to cook" like ok yes i will also learn how to cook for sure but i wont have a fucking kitchen in the hostel but somehow cooking is an urgent skill i should learn but going places by myself is unimportant bcz i should just never? leave? the? hostel?

anyway after much screaming and shouting my dad gave up and just cut the call bcz he doesnt want to get into an argument with my mother and my mother was being all suspicious like why do u hAvE tO gO aLoNe AlL oF a SuDdEn even though i literally explained why i want to do this alone but she doesnt think thats valid. so she refuses to let me go and i asked her for one reason why i shouldnt cz usuallt its always "no u have exam what if smthn happens" but now i literally dont even have exam so whats ur excuse now? streets will always be unsafe forever so "what if smthn happens" is not a reason to never let me go out without a man so just gimme one reason and she couldnt give me a single reason she just said "i said no, thats it".

and now she's gone off about how im useless and blah blah and "high maintainance" bcz i want books and "everyone else (some pishi's son) just studies online" and so the whole option of college street is apparently now cancelled and she's trying to set up a whole ass kindle account (half the books i need arent even available as ebooks) just because i wanted to go by myself.

#in our house kids dont stay outside past 6:30pm'' but now all of a sudden its fine for my brother to play #till 10:30 at night #she literally stopped me permanently from going down in the evenings since i was in class 7-8 #this is why ive never had any friends outside of school bcz she wouldnt let me leave ths fucking house #and now that my brother is in class 7 #he's allowed to be out playing with his friends till 10 freaking 30 #he comes home an hour late sometimes...45 minutes and almost always at least 30 minutes late at NIGHT and she says nothing except like #one sentence #yeah im only the villain i only keep u locke #up in the house its all my fault #this is just so damn unfair #like literally insulting #im not a child what is her problem #what sort of fucking solution is 'never leave the hostel' like ok even if i do that what happens then??? after i graduate? #i'll be a 24 year old who doesnt know shit about going from one place to another without a man present] #and then this woman preaches how she 'always raises her son and daughter equally' like srsly shut the fuck up #my whole life i've been told abar late?'' #and for me bcz i would come home 5-10 minutes late nd i did it maybe once or twice she made me completely stop going down to play #5-10 minutes late from 6:30 wherein he comes an hour late from 9 fucking 30 #and this sounds so stupid bcz im an 18 year old now and i dont give a fuck abt how long i got to play but its just unfair dude #with me it was always smthn or the other either exams or she gets miraculously sick every time i want to go out to play #im not even kidding she did a whole “i have fever and ur going to leave me like this and go play?” on me one time bcz i was adamant abt goi #after months of not being able to go bcz of exam or smthn or the other #she did not have any fever it was fucking bullshit #and how am i supposed to help with ur imaginary fever anyway im literally 12 #its so fucking annoying man and then if i say anything at all she'll go on a tirade about how #like YOU DO THOUGH??????? im sorry ur feelings are hurt bcz i said you do smthn that u LITERALLY DO #istg not even 2 days ago she was having a fight with my dad abt how he should teach my brother to learn how to cycle so that he can go buy #groceries #i can cycle

[sm-baby]

Slove actually made a post about it on character ai

(She also stated her pronouns are she/her by the way)

Apparently her first account was deactivated because someone said one of the Tray bots was "offensive" because of "unnecessary cultural representation"

Like someone actually got offended that this sweetheart wanted to appropriate and represent cultures??

And her second account this last account got deactivated because of NSFW?? Even though there was no NSFW in any of her bots??

Slove apologizes if the cultural representation made anyone uncomfortable especially POC because she didn't want there cultural business put out there and she could understand that as a POC (Portuguese Latina) but like BRO ITS A BOT THE BOT ISN'T LIKE GONNA BE RACIST TO YOU UNLESS YOU INTENTIONALLY MAKE IT RACIST OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT

Slove even put herself out there on the internet saying that she's a MINOR and that NSFW is gross and its disgusting to think that someone would report her not and having a dirty mind and sexualizing your ocs when obviously you don't want that

Slove said that if any of the fluff she made the bots had made anybody uncomfortable she apologizes

She said that she'll try and make another account and review her bots more carefully so we can enjoy the bots she made

LIKE THERE'S THIS ASS GOING AROUND REPORTING HER BOTS FOR THINGS SHE DIDN'T EVEN DO AND YET SHE'S APOLOGIZING LIKE BRO THAT'S FUCKED UP

I was looking for a post I couldn't find one D': SLOVE IM SO SORRY! I SO SORRT THAT UGLY ASS BITCH DID THAT TO YOU BABY YOURE AWESOME!!

Its not your fault at all, Slove! The Character were well made with how little you info you had of them!

The fluff was NOT uncomfortable at all! It was all so cute! Even then, the fluff was really light! Theres nothing happening in the conversations that wouldn't happen irl!

HUH?? TRAY BEING RACIST?? no not at all man!! Tray was literally just asking about heritage, and he was so vague about it, theres nothing to be racist about! Augh!! Something really just saw anything that points to race and culture and called it racist, that SUCKS so bad! Trat is just acting like someone who is interested in culture (ID KNOW BECAUSE I LIKE ASKING PEOPLE ABOUT THEIR CULTURE AND TRADITIONS!!!)

And NSFW??? First of all, the only thing remotely close to NSFW was Castor flirting which wasn't anything at all, and even then it was very light compared to what was already in C. AI... Other than that there was literally nothing else... Because this all felt like every things that everyday people did... Theres nothing remotely nsfw. Plus it was adorable and very in character, it was written WELL.

Waugh... Don't dwell on it, Slove! Its not your fault at all! The fact that they took down ALL bots/ your entire account means that this was incredibly targetted for no reason... Maybe because of a troll or maybe someone was being fucking annoying... You did nothing wrong, this was not at all your fault, you have nothing to apologize for!

I pat your back! I pat your back and give you a hug cuz you don't deserve such a targeted attack man!!

The same way Ken is Kenough, you are Slove cuz you are SLOVELY!!! (I love your name- anyway-)

FREE MY MAN SLOVE!! JUSTICE FOR SLOVE!!

#man that sucks #slove that was such a targetted attack #i am wheeling you to the hospital as we speak #WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Heeeey! I’m back with the angst requests (: can I request a scenario with Hanma of reader having feeling and him not sharing them back, unrequited love? I’m looking to hurt and I know you always pull through 🫶

Hey, welcome back! Will do! Glad to see you 'round these parts!

Love You, Mean It: Hanma Shuji x Fem!Reader

wc: 659

tw: angst

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"I love you."

Hanma's shoulders slump. He's standing out in the biting cold, listening to your profession of love... but it's not going well for either of you.

"I'm sorry. You don't even have to say anything back. I just thought you should know."

Silence passes between the two of you, and Hanma grimaces, looking at the street as if he wishes he could run into it and get hit by a passing truck.

What had been a simple physical relationship had turned on its head. Now... it's merely a nuisance. Shuji inhales the night air deeply, watching the shadows of the TV screens in the shop window dance across your face. But he has to say something, or you'd start to cry. And he couldn't have a crying girl on his hands.

"Look at this realistically – can you honestly see any scenario where we'd date and not annoy the shit out of each other?" You look up from your shoes in shock. "Besides, you're in a relationship right now – you know this won't end well."

"But I promise I'll break up with him!" is your response to all of Shuji's points. The him is the person you're both waiting for. The him is the man who brought you two under the same roof in the first place. Shuji wants to stop you from talking and keep you from incriminating yourself.

But you blather on, digging yourself into a hole about six feet deep. "Listen, I'll break up with him... and we can be secretive about it." Shuji flinches, and you take notice. "Not in a way that would make you seem like a side-piece. I just meant--"

"I know what you meant," Shuji replies cooly. "This isn't what I bargained for when you said you wanted to spend time with me. I'm putting my head on the chopping block by even touching you. Let alone fucking you when Kisaki's not looking!"

Shuji wants to shake you and make you wake up - this isn't a fairytale with some hidden ending. The ending is happening right now; the credits are rolling over your faces. "If you think for a second I'd betray Kisaki like that, you're insane."

"But you wanted--"

"Really," Shuji begins, stuffing his ice-cold hands in his pockets. "I just wanted to see how far I could get with you. I couldn't imagine being with someone disloyal to her core like you." The flash of hurt in your eyes doesn't go unnoticed. Shuji scoffs, shaking his head.

"I..." Tears come to your eyes. Shuji stifles a groan, biting his cheek so hard he draws blood. "Shuji, why would you talk to me like this?"

"You should go home and forget this ever happened. Break up with Kisaki if you want to; that's not my call. But this... this is over." Hanma drags himself away from you, feeling a snap of guilt in his gut. Sure, you'd been nice to him, and having a tryst with you was fun, but this was how things had to end. If he let it go on any longer, Kisaki would have his head and his balls.

Shuji's phone rings in his pocket as he storms off. Shuji answers it immediately; there's only one person who has his cell number.

"Did you do it?" the voice asks on the other end.

"Yes, boss," he replies.

"You sound displeased."

"I'm not," Shuji lies. "Just had to explain to her over and over again why we can't be together anymore."

"Good," Kisaki mutters, then sighs. "She'll come running back to me any second now."

"Just like you said she would," Hanma affirms, turning his head around and watching you pull out your phone as your wipe your face. Kisaki's phone buzzes against his ear.

"That's her. Gotta go."

The phone call ends, and Hanma steps into the street, still praying a truck would crush him for the hell of it.

#hanma shuji x reader #shuji hanma x reader #hanma shuji #shuji hanma #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #toyko revengers angst

[cybercl0ne]

Falling For a Dead Rose //Tomura Shigaraki x reader// (Arranged Marriage) PART 2

Summary - You and Shigaraki get married

TW: Swearing, Mentions of abuse

The ride home was anything but pleasant, your face burned, you were exhausted, and you were being sold to a complete psycho. You could say that you were royally fucked in the ass.

You stepped out of the car into your dingy dark place that you called home. It was home to horrible memories and many wretched punishments that you were forced to endure. And tonight, would be the hardest, seeing that your father was about to go haywire, and shit was really going to hit the fan once you were walking down the aisle to marry a man who you had little to no interest to.

"Go to your room and don't come out until dawn." Your father commanded. It was enough for you to move quickly before you scurried to your room with not a sound coming from you.

The next morning was absolute hell. "I can't believe this is happening" you silently wept to yourself, staring at the ceiling questioning why you don't just run away from it all. But deep down you knew why. You knew that if you even tried to escape it would end in vain because one way or another your father would find you and drag you back to the cell that beckons you. You were held by invisible chains your whole life, so it'd be no surprise you've never felt freedom.

A sudden knock at the door startled you out of your intrusive thoughts about sneaking away from this. But without so much as a reply from your lips the door swings open. Your father stands over you, looking anxious and angry.

"I told you to be ready for when HE arrives." He angrily whispers to you. You shoot up out of bed. "Sorry father." You say, hoping he isn't angry enough to give you a morning beating. You looked up at your father who was abnormally nervous angry, instead of engulfed in rage angry. "Don't apologize to me, apologize to him." He sneered. You peered your eyes to your wide open, busted door to hear footsteps welcoming its way up the steps. Tomura shifted into your room, unfazed by the brief conversation you and your father had. "If she ready or not?" "I hate standing around in one place like this." He barked. The tall man started scratching his neck ferociously. It looked like it was gonna bleed if he didn't stop, but that wasn't the point.

"I-" You went to speak but quickly were interrupted by your grunting father. "She'll be ready in 5 minutes." The man shot his red eyes at your confused and slightly scared face. He stood silence for a moment before nodding. "So, get ready then." He said, shooing your father out of the room.

It was now just you and this weird tall man in your room. Alone. You shifted around in your bed, looking straight down at your blankets as if they'd help you disappear, sadly it didn't. "Why isn't he leaving? If he wants me to get ready, shouldn't he have left to.?" You thought getting annoyed at how demanding he was. "Get up." He spoke. "I'm getting bored of just staring at you." You shot up out of bed and shifted more uncomfortably. "Well, do I have to tell you every damn thing? Get ready so we can do this and get a move on." He said annoyed, like some little boy begging his mom to leave the shopping mall. You'd giggle if this wasn't a serious "What the Fuck" moment for you. "He wants me to get ready, here?" You were stumped. How was he going to expect you to change right in front of him?

You grabbed your clothes and motioned towards the bathroom. He grabbed your arm and stood without sharing a word. "Here."

The words echoed inside your head for a minute before you realized that this man was a complete pervert. You wanted to shake your head but all that came back into memory was what your father would do to you if you even thought about messing this up for him. You sighed quietly to yourself before traveling back to your bed and trying to cover yourself with your blanket while changing. The perverted man watched carefully, studying the shape of your hips, and the way your chest heaved up and down anxious by his glare. But all in all, he never moved from his spot on a chair across from you. You wanted to ask why the man was doing this. What he really wanted out of this unfair exchange, but you didn't. And before you could muster up the courage to even look at him the man simply walked out, not saying a word.

"You both have fun; I'll see you at the wedding." Your father said, as though he was just a regular father sending his daughter to prom. It was infuriating to see how little it affected him to sell you off to this man who is a wanted criminal for a mass of crimes. You stepped into the black cars back seat with Shigaraki entering from the other side. You both didn't say a word as the awkward car ride grew longer and longer. Occasionally you'd catch Shigaraki throwing glimpses at you, but you couldn't care. You were too busy thinking about how ruined your life was. You wanted to drag yourself through more of yourself pity but you just couldn't find any energy to do so. You felt like a walking corpse, you wanted to just drift away. away from this life. Away from everyone and everything. You just wanted to find clarity but knowing that this was reality there was no way clarity was coming into the mix.

The car abruptly stopped at a rather nice-looking beach, with decorations set up. Almost like a real wedding. You were enamored by the beauty in it all. It was lovely and honestly what you thought of having for your dream wedding anyway. You tried to look on the bright side of things, but that sweet feeling quickly turned sour when Shigaraki stepped out of the car as well. "Let's go." He said walking off, not caring about the nice decorations that he knew he'd just get rid of as soon as this whole ordeal was over. You went into a small room with a white dress laid out in front of you, you awed at how beautiful it looked. The dress had a nice design of flowers in a nice sparkle and was complimented by a deep red and black ombre at the bottom. You took your time putting it on, trying to buy as much time as possible before the ceremony. You thought that you'd scope out the area for any openings to escape. You look up to see a girl and a man guarding the perimeter. "I knew it wasn't gonna be that easy." You huffed. "I gotta find some way out of this. There just has to be an opening."

You finished getting dressed and swung the door open, finding that there were people seated and waiting for you. You felt sick to your stomach, "This is actually happening!" You shrieked to yourself, cursing your father. "Come now girl. Took you long enough." You father said grabbing your arm and tugging you to your grave.

As you walked up the aisle you saw faces, you'd never seen before. People you've never met before. You were miserable but your father made sure that no one would ever see that miserable face, and you played that face good. You were smiling a warm smile and looked like you actually wanted this when that was farther from the truth. "We are here today to conjoin two lovers and partners together." A man said. You couldn't even look Shigaraki in the eyes. except on the other hand Shigaraki would do nothing but stare holes into your face the whole time the man spoke.

"Do you, Tomura Shigaraki take F/N L/N to be your newly wedded wife?"

"I do."

"And Y/N L/N, do you take Tomura Shigaraki to be your newly wedded husband?"

You wanted to cry. You tried to open your mouth, but you couldn't. You felt eyes stare into your soul as you choked up. You fathers intense aura grew as he waited for you to say something. Anything.

"I-I do." You whimpered. You were sweating bullets as your eyes fell glossy. You bit your tongue in order to stop the tear that threatened to roll down your face.

"With that you may kiss the bride!" He said, as the crowd cheered excited. But you didn't move. Not an inch as he leaned in and forcefully dragged you into a kiss. You sank deeper into despair, but your face showed different. When Shigaraki pulled away from you, you saw an evil glint in his eyes. "Welcome to the League of Villains." he whispered to you leaving you limp in his grasp. "Let's go." He barked grabbing your wrist and throwing you into the black car, speeding off. You couldn't even react. You were just empty now. You felt nothing and you wanted to be nothing.

#bnha tomura #boku no hero academia tomura #tomura shiragaki #tomura imagine #yandere tomura #shigaraki #shiggy #tenko shimura #shigaraki tomura #boku no hero x reader #bnha

[zyrineasworld]

Chapter 2: Lady Dimitrescu

Waking up after some heavy sleep, Viper found herself tied up again but not in a chair, those filthy smell of burning metals, iron and plastic fills her sense of smell. Her hands and feet are tied up with heavy and loud chains, the arm sleeve of her clothes were ripped off and it shows what she's hiding behind those thick and large clothes. Her muscular arms and fair skin that can be use as an evidence that she is a woman, a woman who is much better than any man.

"You're awake." A voice of a woman echoed inside that room, Viper look over her shoulder only to see a woman in her 30's wearing a maid outfit and carrying a bowl of water and a wet cloth. "Who are you? Where am I?" She asked, more of a yell, commanding the maid to speak. The other woman stand in front of her and squeeze the cloth before making it touch with Viper's arms making her flinch.

"You've been asleep for 48 hours now... Aren't you hungry?" The maid asked instead of answering Viper's question. As the maid continue to clean Viper's body, the younger woman keep moving away, groaning in annoyance. That's what she hates the most, someone touching her without her permission. "Don't move, I'm trying to clean your body. See for yourself how filthy you are..." She said, holding Viper's waist and pulling her closer to her, pressing her body against hers.

With how close their body became, Viper hold her breath as her heart skip a beat. "W-why are doing this?" She asked, attempt to pull her words without stuttering but failed to do so. "I'm Olivia. You are in House Heisenberg and I'm cleaning you because Señor Heisenberg will pay you a visit." She said, now lifting Viper's top clothes and use the small cloth to wipe the dirt on her stomach.

A small blush creeps into the maid's cheeks never go unnoticed to Viper, Olivia's eyes fix on her stomach, clearly admiring how it's not flat or fat. Defined, toned abs, small waist and big breasts - that's what Viper have. "You built different from what I'm seeing... What is your name?" She asked politely, finding Viper curious. The young woman did not say anything, still have the pride to act like brat even though she's already tied up.

Olivia roll her eyes, after finishing her work, she hesitate to pull down Viper's clothes knowing it'll cover her admirable body. As reckless as the maid is, Viper found this interesting and even if it's hard to believe, she had an idea. "You can touch it if you want..." She said, more likely seductively. "What?" Olivia asked now looking at those hazel brown eyes of Viper. "I said you can touch it." She repeated her words, Olivia say nothing, she stares at Viper for a minute or two before having the courage to bring her hand on Viper's stomach.

As her palm made its way to Viper's abs, the younger woman softly moan making Olivia blush even more. The older woman caress her hand on Viper's stomach, her mouth opens a little as if she's drooling and her face reddened - now looking like a human tomato. "Oh fuck~" Viper almost vomit by her fake moans, her eyes closed tight - still acting like she's being pleasured. Olivia's breath hitch on her throat as her body trembles, she wants to be touched to. The older woman pressed her body against Viper and brought her face closer to Viper's jaw.

Both her arms wrapped around Viper's waist and her clothed core pressed against the younger woman's knees. "Don't make a sound~" Olivia mumbled before biting and nibbling Viper's earlobe. Viper, on the other hand bite her lower lips, for her, she can't do this anymore, acting like this annoyed her but for the sake of her freedom, she'll continue to tho that. "I can't... I wanna touch you." She whispered, as if begging for Olivia.

Olivia found herself touching her own body after hearing those words from Viper, she wants to be touched by Viper and that drove her into grabbing the keys of the chain and before she unlocked all of it, Olivia kiss Viper's cheek. "I'll untie you... Please don't tell this to Señor" she mumbled, a bit nervous but still unlocked those chains. After a minute of untying Viper, the younger woman smirk as the older woman finished.

"Now... Let's hurry-" Olivia brought herself closer to Viper, attempting to kiss her. However, Viper pushed her away, throwing a hard punch on her face and a kick on her stomach that caused Olivia to stumble and fall. "Sorry, lady, but I am not interested in women, at least not with you" she said before running away, knowing that there's a possibility that she might encounter Heisenberg if she run out of this room, Viper open the window and lucky for her, it's not that high.

She looked back once again at the maid who try her hardest to stood up and catch her. There, she saw her sword on the table, Viper grab it. "Sorry darling... See you when I see you." She said with a wink before she jump out of the window. "No!!" Olivia yelled, still trying to stood up.

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In the middle of the forest, not so miles away from Dimitrescu castle, there's a cemetery only for vampires and any other creatures. It was unknown and unseen for the mortals, it was a sacred place for any other creatures that humans find creepy, scary and demon's disciple. That part of the forest was beautiful, it surrounds with green trees, green grass and different kind of flowers.

It was a sight to behold even though it's a cemetery for monsters. In the middle of the cemetery, a nine foot six tall fine woman standing beside the tombstone. A cold strong wind make her dress and hair sways in the air, her vision was blurry as her eyes filled with tears. She stood there like a statue, she's mourning, even if it can't see it on her face or it's hard to read it on her face, she's mourning.

Apollo Rineas

January 14 1800 - April 17 1995

Never mourn my death, instead, celebrate for my new fate.

"Stupid man-thing... Your daughter finally came..." She whispered, tears fall down on her cheeks and she wipe it immediately. Another strong wind make a show and shown her the domination it had and with one swift moves of the trees, a man appears behind her. A cold large hand rest on her shoulder and the tall woman knows who it was but never look over her shoulder.

"What is she look like?"

"She looks just like you..." She whispered, finding the coldness of the man's hand comfortable. "Those hazel eyes... It's like you are alive on her body." She added, now sobbing like a baby. How she misses those hazel orbs, those glare and that presence, seeing that mortal reminds her of Apollo.

"However..."

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Running like a wolf trying to catch its prey, Viper run for her life without looking back. Her heart and mind wants the same thing and it is to escape that house. She haven't got so far but she still try, trying to reach her capacity of running. Never thinking of halting and catching her breath, she never pants nor have a hard time breathing, it was like running didn't exhaust her. Only a minute before she notice how far she goes, how fast she run and how her body never feel exhausted.

Her heart was steady, her mind was blank and her feet keep on running even if she tried to stop it. She's out of control and now, she's panicking, trying to stop herself but failed to do so. Sensing something dangerous above her, Viper looked up and saw a pack of lycans pounce at her. As if her instinct kicked in, her hand automatically wield the sword and with a quick wave, Viper was able to cut off the lycan's head.

As its body fell of the ground, Viper take a look of it and saw how clean she cut its head. She was taken aback, something feels odd yet feel so familiar, she cannot describe it by words but ever since she enters that forest, the comfortable yet lost kind of feelings mixed on her heart. Viper continued to run, leaving the lycans alone, unalive and worst, the head is nowhere near its body.

As the wind become strong like it was pushing her away, the leaves in every tree falls like it was raining leaves. The wind was cold enough to freeze and make the water solid ice, it was simply odd enough to make Viper feel scared. She run and run and run and run until she reach the cemetery, in the middle of the woods. Without any hesitation, she enters and keep on running, stepping in every tombstone and ruining every flowers.

She couldn't care less, all she wants to do is to run, to get out of the forest and to escape on Heisenberg. She was scared enough not to care about her surroundings, in her sight, the cemetery was empty but it's colder than before. Her breathing becomes hard and her throat dries up, finally she felt exhausted. Viper halted in order to catch her breath however as she attempt to halt, she step on a tombstone, stumble and fall. Her body rolls as if someone's pushing her and after a second, her back hit a tombstone.

"Ohh fuck!!" She groan in pain as her head hit the tombstone, her head feels like her brain shake. It was painful, painful enough to focused herself on her new wound, without realising she made someone flinch at her sudden appearance. "My... My... Are you alright?" A voice of a woman rang inside her ear, Viper flinch and open her eyes only to see the same woman few days ago. That tall lady with a large cap and white plain gown.

Realising who she was, Viper immediately stood up, only to stumble again and fall on her butt. The tall woman recognise her, for some confusing reason, she also back away, her face shows nothing as if she's emotionless but her heart seems to stop beating. As the two women stares into each other's eyes, they can't help but to hold their breath at the same time. Everything seems to stop, the strong wind calm itself down and the leaves stop falling. Both women have a hard time building up some words, only ended up saying few words.

"Nyx~"

"Vampire~"

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x oc #alcina x reader #gxg fluff #lady dimitrescu #resident evil alcina #viper_ash #oneshots #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #intothedarkness

[obeymedweeb]

Brothers find out MCs a murderer in the devildom

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Asmodeus

Satan

Beelzebub

Belphegor

MC

It was a nice day and everyone was acting normal as always together. Nearing night time everyone noticed MC had left but she hadn't told any of them where she was going.

Brothers POV

"Hey hey has anyone seen Y/N I wanted to get our nails done together" Asmo says upset. "I thought they were gonna be with one of you guys?" Lucifer says says raising an eyebrow. "Well she aint in 'er room so I'll just give 'er a call she'll never reject a call from The Great Mammon" he says proudly. Everyone looking at him annoyed

*silence*(phone is in Y/Ns pocket and accidently answered call)

"Hello-" Mammon freezes, shocked because he hears faint screams on the other side of the phone "p...please we're so-" then he hears a blade cling as if striking someone.

Everyone clearly shocked at Mammons expressions * line cuts* Mammon drops the phone while looking horrified he wastes no time on putting his jacket and shoes on telling everyone what he heard while doing so.

Evveryone quickly following behind him without a plan, going around the town yelling out Y/Ns name.

MCs POV

Walking out the door making sure no one would notice, I put on a cloack and pull out my Katana holding it on my side once outside.

Sneaking up on people I have business with in an alleyway. As I slowly and quietly creep up on them slashing one of their heads scaring the other three guys the leader being in the very back.

"Yo yo yo what up" smirking at them knowibg they can't see me. "W-who said that" scared looking around. "Haha i don't get it. How can a human like me be able to kill demons like you guys so easily?" You guys are more...powerful. I mean, at least you should be." *slashes another on of their heads off scaring the other 2 even more.

"P...please we're so so-" *slash* i see the boss runing to the end of the alleyway before tripping right before the light hits slowly crawling back clearly terrified "I-ILL GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST-JUST DONT KILL ME"

I show myself in the light "shoulda thought about that before you made the deal" as I look down at him. *slash* "ugh man they got my clothes all dirty (BUT IM SO BADASS)" pouting looking at my cloak and shirt though "an' I still gotta clean up"

Turning around looking at the mess sighing annoyed then I start dragging all the body's to one spot and piling them up. It was back to where I entered the alley.

Everyones POV

Instead of separating the brothers decided to stick together cuz logic. Anyway they heard some sounds coming from an alley and someone grunting so they went to check it out.

After MC puts the last body on top trying to catch her breath. "Man these dudes are heavy." Lucifer and the others freeze when they recognize the voice. All slowly walking to peek to see.

MC crouching facing away checking out the bodies and hearing "Y-Y/N?" MC gets up and whips her head towards them whipping blood from her face with her hand.

"Hm, well shit" she didn't care much at first just shocked they were all there

They all look so shocked having absolutely nothing to say due to how shocked they were. MC walks towards them slowly reassuring them they'd tell them everything after being stopped by Lucifer, now cupping her face not gently but not rough either. "Y/N what did you do" MC looks down slowly disappointed for not telling them anything thinking they'd never find out.

-cut to when she cleans up and they all head back cuz im fucking lazy-

It's a silent walk back to house with MC walking in front of them

Lucifer pulls out her katana from its holder "I will be confiscating this till you tell me what happened" MC turns around angry and annoyed "WHAT?? YOU CAN'T DO THAT IT'S MI-" Mammon holds her back wrapping his arms around her "Y/N please stop" "MAMMO-" Looking at his sad expression she calms down her anger but feels more regret now.

Mammon slowly releasing her. They arrive at the front door as Lucifer opens the door all of them letting Y/N on first. Everyone still silent behind her.

With a shaky voice "guys" as she collapses on the floor onto her knees everyone watching "I'm so sorry. I didn't want to tell you guys because i thought you'd all hate me" Lucifer drops the katana and runs to hug Y/N patting her head and rubbing her back.

"It's ok, I think you should get cleaned up and rest now, we can talk in the morning" he lets go cupping her face and whipping away her tears.

She slowly nods as Lucifer picks her up but signaling to his brothers to wait here then takes her to her room.

Lucifer and MC'S POV

Reaching her room he slowly places her down on the bed. "Lucifer i-" he puts his finger on her mouth to stop her from talking giving her a warm smile. "Don't worry about it right now Y/N just go get cleaned up and go to sleep. I'll come check in on you in a bit to see how you're doing." He says patting her head

"O-ok thank you Lucifer" looking up at him as he slowly gets up as Y/N watches him leave out the door.

MCS POV

After he leaves I sigh to myself with so many questions running through my head not being able to thing straight. I soon calm down and head to the shower where I think even more.

I get out the shower and changed putting my dirty clothes in the laundry basket. I looking at the stains on my shirt. "What is wrong with me.." Walking to my bed

I lay down and start crying and end up falling asleep.

BROTHERS POV

They are all talking to each other about what they saw as Lucifer walks into the living room.

"What if she thinks we now think of her different, I mean that is the reason why she didn't tell us" Levi says. They all look so worried. Belphie and Beel are cuddled up together comforting one another. "Beel.." "yes belphie" "do you think Y/N will hate us?" "Of course not, Y/N's not like that.." he says after eating cookies to calm down.

Asmo talks to Satan about it and Levi and Mammon do as well. Then Lucifer walks in and sits down speechless. "Well... I don't know what to do or say. But i... I think we have to report this to Diavo-" "NO" They all shout at him. "Lucifer are you crazy??? They'll get her removed from the program and we'll never see her again" Satan says angry and raging at him. "Look I know what we saw we didn't expect but we have absolutely no explanation from Y/N." Levi exclaimed. They all stare at Lucifer as he makes it his mind "Ok. I don't wish to lose Y/N either so we shall wait. As for now I want all of you back in your rooms and leave Y/N alone for the rest of the night" Asmo really had no words in this situation was only listening in to everything.

Part 2???

#mammon avatar of greed #lucifer avatar of pride #obey me satan #shall we date leviathan #obey me beelzebub #shall we date belphegor #MC #murderer #asmodeus #murder

[pennylanefics]

Concept idea: The boys hanging out having a bonfire with everyone and one of them sees you talking to someone else and gets jealous and decides its time to make you an official couple.

you and josh have always had a somewhat flirty friendship. each had feelings for one another, but nothing was ever done about it. the guys even got so sick of it at some point and forced you two out on a date, however nothing happened.

staying friends with josh was easy, no relationship tying him down while he's on tour with you back in nashville, flirty fun whenever you want, knowing neither of you expect anything back.

however, josh was getting to the point where he couldn't take it much anymore. he wanted to be with you, but now, he had no clue how to go about it. he debated over it for hours with jake.

"what if she suddenly says no? like i know we have feelings for each other, but what if that's changed?"

"what if she doesn't want to be with me and i was just reading things wrong and she's just a naturally flirty person?"

"what if-"

"josh shut the fuck up and make a fucking move on her! i promise you she'll be happy!" jake finally shouts, annoyed with his twin. so, the two plan a movie night with you and the others, giving josh a chance to make a move on you.

unfortunately, he chickens out and doesn't do it, pissing jake off to no avail of course. but josh in turn invited you to the bonfire they are having at the end of the week.

that night, you are sitting in front of the fire in your chair, staring at the fire, getting lost in it and basking in the warmth. one of their friends comes over to talk to you, landon, you figured out his name.

he asked you about some similar interests, since he's also in a small band, you talk about music taste and concerts and whatnot. you have a nice little time laughing together and getting to know one another.

josh walks out from the house and sees you laughing, leaning into the man's side while doing so, something you've done with josh countless times. but seeing you be so close and flirty with someone else, it sets him off. he walks right over to you two and asks to talk to you inside about something.

that's where josh admits how he's been feeling these past few weeks. how his feelings for you have grown stronger and how he really wants you to be his, how he longs to be with you more than you've been as friends. you stand there in disbelief and confusion. but you end up shutting him up with a sweet kiss, cupping his cheeks.

your thumbs run over the apples of his cheeks to kind of calm him a little, your forehead resting on his. you admit that you've felt the same way, that you were just hoping he'd make a move soon because you wanted to be with him.

after talking for a little more, you walk back outside, hand in hand, and landon takes notice, and walks off. jake and the others look towards you and all fist pump.

"he did it! he gained the balls to ask her out!"

#jmk

[yutadori]

currently trying to ignore the very terrible aspects of my life as i eat a slice of this souffle roll cake i got from the store today ^__^

#AH!!!!! AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #fuck man...... fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk #god . i want it to be spring already . #uoagdjddjdkx anyway today my brother said that he might be moving out in less than a month and he asked if i would be okay with #just my mom and i cant say no because i dont want to hold him back from moving outttt #and its just asssss its so assssssss #we're not thatttt close and it can get tense between ys but its going to be so much more lonely im going to probably go even more crazy <3 #and my mom was going to visit her bf in REDACTED country but if he does move out she probably wont #and then she'll let her frustration about that out at me (: not blaming my brother about that though like thats a her problem #but godddd #and my mom just came into my room and basically said i cant do anything like UNPROMPTED....... pretty much . it was totally unrelated to th #argument we had but whatever . definitely does not help bc thats legiterally what ive been struggling w at work but whatever #anyway my life has been ass because it feels like all ive been doing is working or just being st home like i havent seen my friends in #a while and it sucks so bad and theres not much i can do about it #and i dont even want to think about school i was supposed to enroll for classes a month ago but idk everything #just seems so suskssjsnjsks like . my future feels more bleak than usual <3 esp now that my brother is moving out like idk how #shit is going to be financially uoaghhghh i wanted to start really saving for idk my future but #now idk how thats gonna go . lol . godddddddd #and im pretty sure some of my coworkers are super annoyed of me and i dont think im going to #last the 90 day probation im probably going to be fired in january <3v

[i-writes-things]

Well, shit.

Avengers x Baby!Romanoff!reader

Request-Can you write something we’re the reader is 1 and since Nat has been going away on missions a lot lately Tony has been babysitting. Due to the fact that baby Romanoff has been spending so much time with Uncle Tony her first word is a swear word and Nat comes home to find her baby daughter running around the compound, giggling and repeating the swear word whilst everyone is unsuccessfully trying to get her to stop. @youre-a-total--poser

Warnings- Much cursing,

Not my Gifs*

Ever since you had turned 1 years old, Natasha had started to go on more missions and was at the Compound less and less, as her missions started to pile up, Tony would babysit you for her more and more

Ah shit!

Fuck.

Nooo fucking hell.

why the shit. WHY THE SHIT?!?!

That bitch

Damn it.

How the hell is that supposed to fucking work??

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Tony was very aware that he would curse in front of you, but mostly never thought anything of it, but he would profusely make sure that he didn't curse at you, just while you were around, cursing at other people or what ever invention he was working on

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"Tony? Can you watch her?" Natasha would ask Tony about twice a week now

He was always willing too, he thought you were just the cutest little thing in the world

" 'Course Romanoff, will when you be back?" He would always ask when, so if something were to happen then he would know exactly how long he had til he was to die

Natasha kisses you on the cheek making you giggle and hands you to Tony "Bye baby, mommy will be back tomorrow!" She said to you and looks back up to Tony

"I'll be back tomorrow by lunch, Tony. If anything happens to her, your dead." She had a stone-cold face at Tony, but it melted when she looked at you and smiled at your little smile

"bye Y/n/n.." After giving you one more peck on the cheek she left..

"Well little Romanoff, whats say we build you a iron man, huh?" He chuckled as you didn't respond, from sucking on your thumb. he walked towards the Lab with you in his arms safely

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"Romanoff gone again?" Sam asked as he made a silly face at you during lunch

"Yup, seems like I'm the most responsible,"

"Not." Bucky commented

"Because, Nat at always picks me to watch her child."

"Tony that's because you are the only one of all of us that is free the most. Not the most responsible." Sam explained to Tony

Tony scuffed "Fuck you Sam."

Wanda looked between the two, waiting..

"See Tony, you really shouldn't curse in front of a baby. Even I know that." Bucky says proudly agreeing with Sam

"Fuck the both of you. She'll be fine. I barely curse anyhow." Tony says and Sam puts his head in his hands obviously annoyed with Tony

He picks you up and takes the barely eaten PB&J he had made you, with him for you to eat in the Lab

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"Alrighty, see this is so much better, than the shitty Kitchen, isn't?" He asks you mindlessly as he sits you in the high chair that stays in the Lab for when you come by

Your eyes follow him as he walks around looking for things and you shout random gibberish to him

"Oh I see, good point Y/n!" He talks to you as he works on touching up his latest Iron Man suit

You play with the PB&J Tony out down in front of you, trying to eat some of it, but decide its no good and continue to play with your food...

"Shit!" Tony shouted after jamming his finger on the metal suit

"Shit!" You yell at him in between gibberish words and started to giggle as Tony stops abruptly, the tool he was holding hit the ground, hard.

You screamed and yelled "SHIT!!" Tony hurries over to you and whispered

"What did you just say?" He is overwhelmed and shocked and scared for what your mother would do to him if she heard you say that

"Shit." You giggled reaching out to try and take Tony's goggles off of him

He leaned back up

"shit- No, fuck- No. This is bad, so bad." He groaned "She's gonna fu- She's gonna kill me."

He turned back around towards you "That's a no good word Y/n."

"shit" "No Y/n." You giggled again in your seat "shit shit shit shit-" Tony covered your mouth with his hand and shushed you "Your mommy is going to be very mad at Uncle Tony unless you stop."

You looked at him for a moment silently and he hesitantly moved his hand away, your mouth fell open and you closed it, as you looked away towards the window, with birdies flying all around

Tony followed your eye line

"Oh, you like the birds, they are quite nice. Just don't say that word and we will be just fine.. Just fine." He walked back over to the suit hoping you would forget the whole damn thing

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Dinner

"Y/n seems fine, what do you mean, Tony." Steve asked as you smacked the table with food on your hands

"Its not that, she eats just fine. She said a bad word." Tony explains to Steve

"She said something?? She hasn't said her first word yet, according to Nat."

Tony almost buckled over onto his knees

"And who did she hear it from, again?" Wanda asks sarcastically, gearing the obvious question towards Tony

Tony glares at her

"Her first word was a curse word then?" Sam asks almost amused

"Shut the fuck up Sam. Shut the fuck up." Tony was holding onto the table for support

"Tony.." Bucky gestures towards Y/n now quietly listening to them and being mesmerized by Sam's random colored t-shirt

"Oh, whatever.." Tony responses annoyed throwing his hands in the air

"Has she said it again?" Steve asks Tony, eyeing you

"No not at all." Steve nods "What if we don't tell Nat." Tony suggests and Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Wanda all respond at once

"Tony, no." "Absolutely not." "She would kill us. Literally." "Oh my god.."

"Alright fine. Fine."

Tony picked you up for bed time

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"Y/n, are you gonna embarrass Uncle Tony in front of your mom? no? Thats right your not gonna." He coos hoping you will latch on to the idea of not saying a swear word

He puts you in your onesie pajamas, and reads you 'Corduroy' your favorite book, the one that made you go to sleep the fastest anyway

"Alright Y/n, tomorrow is your time to shine, so please no cursing, alright? Alright!" He says and leaves your room especially exhausted and goes to bed for the night

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The next morning you wake up wayyy to early

5am and crying.

Natasha wouldn't be back til lunch time and that gave Tony a whole Seven hours til Twelve o'clock, usually lunchtime at the Compound to make sure you didn't curse

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Breakfast

"Good morning, little Y/n." Steve cooed as you rapped your little hand around two of his fingers and waved them in the air

You smiled at him softly

You liked Steve, you were very use to him being around, because of the fact that your mommy and him were together alot

"Tony, has she said anything?" Wanda asked pouring herself a glass of milk

"Nope. Not a word, I'm just hoping she'll stay like that."

"I don't know Tony," Sam says sarcastically "Y/n is a pretty smart girl." He continued looking between Tony and you

"I'm counting on it," Starts Bucky "for a good laugh when Natasha finds out." He says taking a sip of his drink

Tony glares at him "Y/n, what do you have to say about all this?" Tony asks you and everyone silently awaits your response

You were wide eyed looking around the table and finally, "gueijwixnnwncyweao" You say speaking gibberish

Tony signs in relief and goes back to eating his own breakfast

"I agree." Sam agrees with you about whatever you had just said

"Sir?" Jarvis said aloud to the room asking Tony

"Yeah, what up Jarvis?" Tony asked casually chewing his bacon

"Miss Romanoff has arrived home from her mission, and is headed your way now."

"Well, shit-" Tony says but immediately stops and looks at you, everyone else in the Kitchen following his actions to look at you

You stare at Tony "shit." You say back to him quietly

Sam groans, Bucky laughs, Wanda excuses herself, and Steve and Tony just stare at you, bewildered

"This is your fault, Steve." Tony says panicked

"This is not my fault, Stark." Tony throws his hands in the air at him annoyingly

"shit." You say along with some gibberish

"No, Y/n, sweetie you can't say that. That is a very bad word."

You stare at Steve

He stares back

"Mommy's home, Y/n!" You perk up at the sound of your mother's voice from down the hall and yell some gibberish

Natasha walks into the silent kitchen, and besides you whining and making grabby hands for her, everyone else was in shock, awaiting Tony's death.

Natasha smiled softly at you, and after setting her purse down she found her way over to you

"I think I have to go and train or something.." Sam gets up to leave

Natasha eyes him and reads the room before picking you up

She turns to Tony, as you continue to whine and clap your hands on the table trying to get your mothers attention

"What happened, Stark?" She crossed her arms and sent Tony a death glare

He looked away "Nothing."

"Definitely something." Bucky says amused

Natasha turns her eye sight to Bucky "Ask Y/n, I think she knows." Bucky responds, Natasha thought that maybe you had said your first word while she was gone, and she turned around towards you quickly

You reached your cheerio stained hands out towards her and she picked you up, you gave her a big hug, and you felt safe and sleepy all of a sudden

"Did you say your first word while mommy was gone?" she asked you quietly

Tony and Bucky held there breath

"shit" you said

"What?" Natasha was confused but figured it out pretty fast

You leaned away from her body "Shit!" You said excitedly, throwing your hands in the air

Natasha snapped her head in Tony's direction and he ran out of the room, with Bucky behind him

She turned back to you "You can not say that word, Y/n/n. You hear me?" You just look at her and lean your head back on her shoulder

"That's my girl." She said swaying you in her arms

"Mommy missed you, silly girl." She rolled her eyes "Uncle Tony is really gonna get it." She kissed your head and walked out of the room...

#natasha romanoff #tony stank #tony stark #avengers #platonic #platonic avengers #imagines #mama nat #mama nat <3 #natasha x child!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #tony x daughter!reader #tony x you #platonic natasha #platonic tony stark #fanfic #Baby Y/n #Baby!reader #request #Tony Stark x child!reader #marvel #wanda maximoff #sam wilson #bucky barnes #steve rogers #steve x natasha #romanogers #avengers x fem!reader #avengers x platonic reader

[violetarks]

Let Her In

Anime: My Hero Academia

Character: Bakugou Katsuki

Summary: After nine months of nothing, one of the two finally muster up the courage to speak to the other. But it's not what they were hoping to be said first.

Song: Let Me Love The Lonely — James Arthur

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Bakugou walked behind Kaminari and Kirishima, staring at the familiar halls he hadn't walked in for months.

Having to go to Mina's party was totally Kaminari's idea, saying it would be great getting the whole squad back together. Kirishima said that Bakugou didn't have to go and that he'd send his wishes along. But Bakugou agreed. He knee Y/N would be there.

Once they came towards Mina and Jirou's door, Bakuhou stared over his shoulder at the door numbered 29F. It was great having its key in his pile. That access to Y/N almost everyday. But having to give it back hurt more than anything.

He was hoping she'd come out of her door, maybe say 'hi' and ask how they were. Just anything to finally see her again.

"You guys made it!" Mina shouted excitedly, wrapping her arms around Kaminari and Kirishima's necks to pull them in for a hug, "I was worried you'd bail out last minute!"

Kaminari hugged her back with a scoff, "Wow, I can't believe you think of me as a flaker." He pulled away and placed his hand to his chest. "I'm wounded, dearest Mina, truly wounded."

Mina giggled with the two before glancing at Bakugou, who was turning his head from Y/N's apartment door. She stopped before walking towards him. She looked a bit conflicted before holding out a fist.

"It's nice to see you, Bakugou." She said quieter, other hand behind her back, "It's been too long."

The last time she saw him was during that night all those months ago. The shouting had stopped and Jirou and Mina got worried. They'd never attack each other physically. They knew that.

But they opened their door, standing in the doorway for several moments. They heard hushed words and such, meaning that Bakugou and Y/N were now talking normally. Bakugou closed the door behind him and met face to face with Mina and Jirou.

The girls looked a little worried. Bakugou gulped before letting go of the door handle. He asked the two girls to look after Y/N. That's when they knew something was going on. The next day, they went over and Y/N confirmed it, crying in her living room.

"Right." Bakugou said, pressing his fist against hers.

She smiled before walking into the apartment, dragging the boys in with her. "Well, feel free to hang out! All of our UA class is in here." She stated, gesturing to their past classmates, "Please don't start any fights, Bakugou. Midoriya just wants to catch up with everyone."

Bakugou rolled his eyes as Mina went with Kaminari to greet Jirou again. He was left with Kirishima, who was passing him a can of some drink. He popped it open and leaned against the wall with Kirishima. He was scanning the room.

"You gonna' talk to her?" Kirishima asked, staring down at the silver top.

"Why should I?" Bakugou replied, sipping his drink again. He looked away from him. "It's been so fucking long, what would I say?"

Kirishima shook his head and tilted it to the left. "You guys don't have to start from scratch." He reminded Bakugou, twirling the soda he had, "You have known Y/N for ages, she's still the same person."

"You don't know that." Bakugou scowled, rolling his eyes at Kirishima.

"Then you should find out." Kirishima huffed back, standing up straighter and placing his drink down on a nearby table. "She's over there. With Sero, Tsu and Todoroki."

Bakugou nearly choked on his drink when he looked in the direction he pointed at. There Y/N was, in a beautiful dress he hadn't seen before, laughing at something Sero said. But it was different.

She wasn't laughing like she normally would. By the face she was making, Bakugou could tell that she had heard that joke Sero was saying all before. She was being polite, trying to fit in.

Bakugou would be doing that as well, if Kaminari and Kirishima's jokes weren't utter shit.

The look Y/N made when she stared down at her drink. That's the face she makes when she feels alone. Or that she was misplaced.

Fuck, did he feel like that too.

Bakugou clenched his can before Kirishima warned him not to blow anything up. He placed the drink down on the table before stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"You should go talk to her." Kirishima offered, shrugging his shoeuldsrs like it was literally nothing, "I'm sure she'll hear you out."

Bakugou took a step forward towards Y/N. But his leg jerked back. He didn't want to, or he just couldn't do it. No matter how much he wanted to hold her close to him, his mind made him stop.

Where was her ring?

"I need to piss." He said, walking off and ignoring Kirishima's calls to stop.

He locked himself in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror and glaring at himself in the reflection. His eyes flicked everywhere and he couldn't think straight.

Maybe he was wrong, Y/N was wearing her ring. She said she'd wait and she would. Y/N said no matter what, that she would be here for Bakugou and always love him.

She got tired of waiting, didn't she?

"Excuse me?" A voice called out from the other side of the door, "Is anyone in there?"

Bakugou quickly inhaled, wiping his face and trying to get himself into the right mindset. He couldn't talk to Y/N if he was a mess like this.

He opened the door to be met with Shoji, who looked back at him curiously. "Are you okay, Bakugou?" He asks through one of his tentacles.

Bakugou clicked his tongue, moving around the taller man. "Of fucking course, leave me alone." He said sourly, making Shoji sigh and walk into the bathroom.

As Bakugou walked down the hall into the area everyone was in, he immediately noticed the H/C-haired girl walking towards the door, waving at two of their past classmates.

She was leaving the apartment. Why? Why was she leaving?

All Bakugou knew was that he was now following her to the door that she just shut.

As his fingers grazed the handle, his wrist was tugged back by someone else. Bakugou blinked before looking at the person.

"Don't hurt her." Jirou said lowly, glaring at Bakugou. She tightened his grip on his wrist. "She worked hard to get better. If you so much as make her scared, I will not hesitate to kick you out of this complex myself."

Unlike Mina, Jirou wasn't as forgiving. Jirou was the first to realise that Y/N was definitely not okay, and she had stuck around with Mina long enough to find out how much he meant to her.

Jirou discouraged wearing the ring.

She told Y/N that she needed to get her mind off of him, give it some time to overthink it all. Y/N had said she wanted to keep it on to remember his promise to come back. She was always optimistic about him.

Jirou would sit next to her as she watched Bakugou's newest villain bust on the news. She noticed how Y/N furrowed her brows and leaned into her pillow as Bakugou talked with the interviewer. She'll admit, Bakugou seemed more intense and snappy. Maybe that's why Y/N got worried.

He was changing. And so was his attitude.

Bakugou squinted at Jirou. "I need to talk to her." He stated, voice still gruff.

"I know. I know, Bakugou." She replied, holding her breath for a second. She let go of his wrist. "But you need to understand that she's suffered so much. All these months and she still checks the news to see what you're up to. I don't know if this is what she needs right now."

Bakugou bit his lip. He then stood up straight, opening the door. "I'll make it better. Just keep those assholes distracted." He told her, shutting the door behind him.

He was face to face with Y/N's apartment. Apartment door, that is. He hasn't been this nervous since the first time he waited for her outside her dorm, ready for their first date.

She opened the door and joked that he seemed as stiff as old metal. He rolled his eyes and said she was still annoying.

He placed a fist against the door and knocked, quietly. A part of him hoped that she wouldn't answer, or say she was busy already. But when he heard her voice, his nervousness grew.

"Come in!" Y/N shouted from the other side of the door, "It's unlocked!"

Bakugou took it upon himself to push the door open. The light shone across his face. It all looked the same. The couch and the blankets that rested on top of it, the TV turned off with the remote on the table. The kitchen was organised like how he showed her how, and the dining table still had flowers in the small vase in the middle. Y/N said it added something cute to dinner, as if Bakugou himself wasn't enough.

Y/N was pulling the cake box out from the hidden spot in the pantry, somewhere that Mina wouldn't find it. Jirou said she knew all the places in their shared apartment, so Y/N needed to find one in here. This was the place where she hid small gifts she had for Bakugou.

"Sorry, Kyoka, give me a second." Y/N said, setting the box on the table and opening the top, "I need to make sure the cake hasn't tipped or anything."

While she was distracted, Bakugou closed the door behind him and slowly took steps forward. He was being careful.

"Okay, we're good." Y/N sighed out happily, closing the box again. She leaned to the side, tilting her head. Bakugou stood a few feet behind her now. "I think Mina will like this. She said she's been craving a whole lot of strawberries and whipped cream."

The door swung open, revealing Sero with a small smile. "Hey, Y/N, Jirou wants me to grab the cake. She said you were busy." He stated, waving at Bakugou.

"Oh, sure, but she's right—" She turned around with a smile on her face. It fell when her eyes landed on Bakugou. She inhaled slowly.

"Katsuki." She mumbled, clenching her fingers around the skirt she was wearing. She took hold of the box and gave it to Sero. "Uh... Please, take this and tell Mina that I'll be a moment. Start without us."

Sero nodded his head, feeling the cold atmosphere around them before leaving.

"Is there something..." Y/N began.

She stopped talking. She shut her mouth. Y/N wanted Bakugou to figure out what to say. He needed to in order for this to keep going.

Bakugou stared at her. She was the same. Well, she looked the same. And that made him even more nervous. Because maybe she would think he was the same, that he hadn't changed. That he still couldn't say it.

Y/N expected him to come closer, take her hands and admit his love for her. Just like she did before asking him out on their first date. She just wanted him to say it. Please.

Bakugou did take a few more steps closer. They were now an arm's width apart. Y/N held her breath again.

Bakugou kneeled down. Y/N widened her eyes.

When Bakugou's forehead grazed the ground, he closed his eyes. "I'm sorry for everything." He said softly, staying still in the apologetic position, "Especially that night. I should've said 'sorry' right then and there. I'm sorry for leaving you."

Y/N stared at him for a while. She then smiled a bit, blinking with her stinging eyes before breathing in. She looked away and then knelt down, pressing a hand against his shoulder. Bakugou tensed up.

"It's okay, Katsuki." She sighed out, brushing her thumb over his jacket, "I've already forgiven you. A long time ago."

I've had nine months to think about it.

Bakugou sat up on his knees, staring at her. She was squatting in front of him. He hadn't been this close to her in ages. And he was apologising, she was forgiving him.

But she seemed disappointed.

She stood up and smoothed out her skirt, walking towards the door.

"Wait!" Bakugou shouted out, standing up straight, "Where are you going? That's it?"

She furrowed her brows as she looked back to him. Y/N hummed, "What do you mean, Katsuki?"

"I mean that you just..." Bakugou huffed back, running a hand through his blonde spiky hair, "That's all we're doing? Nothing else? The first time we've talked in months and—"

"And the first thing you said was 'sorry' for something I had forgotten about until you brought it up." She interrupted, shrugging her shoulders. She gave a grin, but it seemed sympathetic or... something. "Katsuki, you know what you have to say. But that's what you opened up with."

Okay, maybe Bakugou didn't think this through correctly.

"I get that you're still upset about the things that have happened and I appreciate your apology and accept it." She says. She's fully turned to him, hands behind her back. "But that's not what's going to get it back to how we were."

Bakugou clenched his fists. He called out, "I'm trying to fix this!"

"You're doing it wrong." Y/N told him, shaking her head with knitted brows.

"I don't fucking know how to fix it!" He claimed, waving his hands around like a maniac. He was going insane.

But Y/N marched towards him. She grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged him down. They were at eye-level now.

"Yes you do, Katsuki. You know exactly how to fix this. It all depends on you."

Bakugou let out a small breath. It was quick, but long enough for Y/N to look away and let go of him. She fixed herself up again and stared at the floor.

"Any progress?" She asked quietly, fumbling with her fingers. Bakugou hated the fact that she wasn't wearing the ring that promised their relationship. He noticed it when he walked in. That it was gone from her hand.

"Have you given up already?" He questioned instead. His voice was icy and sharp.

"Have you?" She replied, tilting her head as she gazed up to him.

"No." He states confidently, clenching his fists at his hips, "But... you have, haven't you? You got sick of waiting?"

Y/N squinted at him for a while before leaning against the arm of the couch. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I hate it." She spat out.

Bakugou shifted in his spot.

"I hate that it's nearly been a year and this is the first time we're talking. The first time and the first thing you say is... 'sorry' for something I freaking forgot about..." She told him, glaring at her shoes, "We should've tried to contact each other earlier. This would've been so much easier for us. God."

Bakugou stepped forward. "What the Hell does that mean?" He grumbles, jaw fixed.

"You want to know if I've given up?"

"Yes."

She darted her eyes away from him before tugging the collar of her dress. She pulled the necklace from underneath. There was a small chain. And wrapped at the tip on the bottom, the ring.

"I haven't." She said. She lifted her shoulders.

"Katsuki, it's been so long and I... I still want you to come back. You said you'd marry me. You can't back out of that. But you're..."

She rubbed the back of her neck. She felt tingly just standing near him.

"You're scared, Katsuki."

Bakugou could only stare at her.

"It's been so fucking lonely here without you, Katsuki." Y/N chuckled, dropping the necklace onto her chest. She covered her eyes with her hand, smiling at the ceiling. "Seeing you in my apartment is bringing back memories I don't know should be back."

Bakugou was like that one thing you couldn't quite place. It's because he fit everywhere. He was always in her memories. He was that one reoccurring thing. No matter what, she'd always remember him.

"I love you, Katsuki. I have for years now." She said, tears running down her cheeks. They dropped onto her lap. "If you actually love me back, just say it so we can get back together."

She was upset. She was breaking down right in front of him. "I fucking hate this." She calimed, wiping her eyes slowly, "I hate that we can't kiss each other or hold hands — I hate to put this ring on a chain because I kept staring at it on my finger."

She huffed, rubbing her tears away and looking at... really, nothing. Bakugou was there. His eyes were terrified and he didn't know what to do. He hated seeing her cry and wanted to make her stop. But his boy wouldn't move at all. He was frozen under her unreal gaze.

"I hate waiting for you." She cried out, only more water rushing down her cheeks, "I just... I just want this to be over. I want you back. I want to hear you say it. Katsuki, I don't know how much longer I can wait for you. I've tried so hard, I really have — it's hurting me too much..."

Bakugou took once step forward. Just one small step.

"But... shit, Katsuki." She mumbled out quietly, now playing with her fingers, "In simple terms, I just don't want to have to wait. So just leave."

"What?" Bakugou whispered out.

"Tell me that you can't love me." Y/N ordered him, standing up now and grasping at her skirt, "Tell me that you have other things to focus on and I'll just hold you back."

Bakugou lifted his shoulders and shouted, "Why the fuck would I say that?"

It rang in the cold air of Y/N's apartment. She panted, trying to calm her nerves and her breathing. His voice.

She sighed, tears falling off her chin and onto her wooden floors, "It's either I keep waiting and breaking, or you go away. Because if you can't tell me you love me, in this moment, then I don't think anymore years will be enough for us."

Bakugou shook his head.

Y/N softly smiled.

"Just tell me that you don't love me."

Bakugou rushed forward and dragged her into a crushing embrace. His arms trapped Y/N inside, in next to his chest. Y/N widened her eyes, gulping twice before feeling him begin to rub her back.

"I... love you." He said.

She started crying with her breath breaking into pieces.

"I love you." He said.

Bakugou fell to the ground with her on his lap.

"I love you." He said.

Y/N gripped the jacket he was wearing, crying into his chest.

Bakugou dug his nose into her shoulder.

He had her again, in his embrace and as close as ever. She still felt the same. Still warm and soft in his arms. Still smelling of that body wash she let him use sometimes. Still wrapping her arms around his waist because it was her favourite spot to hold him. Still here. With him.

"I should've said it from the start." He sighed out, feeling her tears dampening his t-shirt. It was stupid that it took him this long. That he thought proposing was his way of saying 'I love you', instead of using his voice. "I should've just told you that I didn't think I suited this whole love thing. That I felt like a fucking idiot for being so... so in love with you. That I didn't deserve this. Deserve you."

Y/N held him closer. He still used that cologne he wore on their dates.

"I'm sorry for the long wait, Y/N." He said, still rubbing her back. She still sunk into him every time he did that. "I've always known that I love you. Just couldn't say it because... who am I to steal you away? Nobody has ever waited for me to open up, not like you. And I'm so fucking lucky for that."

Y/N sat on his lap, trying to calm down her breaths and stop her crying. Her face against his chest and her forehead leaning to the side of his. The closest they've been in months. She had him. And she still loves him.

"I love you too, Katsuki."

It sounded different this time. Bakugou felt these words differently.

Kirishima later found them just holding each other in the middle of Y/N's apartment. Bakugou glared at him and shooed him off, Y/N only smiling at Kirishima. The party was over and the seven of the infamous Bakusquad were to catch up. Y/N and Bakugou walked back to Mina and Jirou's apartment, hand in hand, one of them wearing a familiar band on one of their left fingers.

Although they were together again, they had things to work out.

Skip to years later. Y/N and Bakugou had reconnected. Mina, instead of being 21 like that night, was now 23-years-old. Two years later.

Y/N shifted in her sleep. She was dreaming about something ridiculous that she'd definitely want to tell Bakugou when she woke up. The man behind her held her closer, pressing light kisses against the back of her neck. She hummed back, slowly waking up.

She blinked. It was still a little dark. The sun was rising for the morning. Y/N turned around, feeling the arms around her shift as she did. She smiled at the person next to her, pressing kisses to his neck in return.

"Good morning." She mumbled, allowing herself to be snuggled against the body, "How long have you been up for?"

"Only about ten minutes." He responds, rubbing her shoulders, "You still kick in your sleep sometimes."

"Sorry." She giggled, pressing apology kisses to his collarbone, "I'll help with breakfast to make up for it."

Bakugou smiled. She hadn't changed at all. Of course. He was glad.

"Fine, as long as you don't burn yourself." He said, pulling her closer.

"Katsuki, you're gonna' suffocate me." She mumbled into his chest, still holding onto him.

Bakugou kissed her lips slowly. And again. And again.

"I have to make up for the time we lost." He told her, pulling away for a moment as she brushed her thumb over his jawline, "I'll love the lonely out of you."

Y/N still couldn't get over it. Hearing him say 'love' like this. It was enchanting.

She kissed him once more. "That sounds like a good idea."

On her back, Bakugou spun the band around his finger a few times. A habit he picked up from Y/N.

The woman he loved.

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Fic: You don’t know how it feels (to be me)

gen, s6 | about 3600 words | pg for language | characters: soulless sam winchester, dean winchester

synopsis: Soulless Sam tries to deal with his brother's feelings about, well, everything. Including his hair. Set in season 6, before "You Can't Handle the Truth."

An idea I had a long time ago, resuscitated by Jared's Walker haircut. The title is from "You Don't Know How It Feels" by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.

. . . . . .

It's a stupid case.

The manager of the county fairgrounds is a stooped, gnarled old man wearing one of those ball caps veterans wear sometimes. Gold embroidery on the dark blue hat proudly displays the name of his ship or submarine or whatever. Sam doesn't care about his ship or submarine or whatever. He doesn't care about this guy's service at all. Most days, old Blue Hat here got three meals a day and a warm, dry place to sleep in exchange for whatever he gave up. He got a pension when he was done fighting. Sam gets to scrounge for cheap food and sleep in crappy hotels when he's lucky enough to actually land someplace other than the back seat of the Impala. Sam's service to his country earned him a trip to Hell. Sam will get to stop fighting when he's dead. His only pension will be a pyre.

Sam doesn't even get to sleep any more.

(This should bother him. But the truth is, it doesn't.)

Blue Hat frowns at Sam's ID and snorts derisively. "You don't look like a Fed. You look like a goddamn hippie."

He rolls his eyes at the old man, even though he knows Dean hates it when he does that. It's something he didn't do Before, no matter how annoying or insipid the witness. Sam doesn't give a good goddamn what this guy thinks about his hair, but apparently his brother does. "He's been doing some undercover work," Dean says. "Sometimes you've got to look like a goddamn hippie to blend in."

Blue Hat sniffs his disapproval and ignores Sam for the rest of the interview, directing all of his answers to Dean. Which is fine. The old guy doesn't seem to have anything useful to add anyway. Sam leaves his brother to the pointless interview about the stupid case and wanders around the building, taking pictures of the unexplained runes that brought them here. He's bored. The sudden appearance of mysterious runes on the bland metal exterior of a county fairgrounds building feels witchy, and Sam really doesn't care about witches. Two measly deaths, quite possibly from natural causes, and now he's out here standing in cow shit. Or goat shit or pig shit. This entire day has been shit, literally and figuratively.

Dean joins him after a couple of minutes, apparently done with Blue Hat. "What do you think?" he asks.

Sam shrugs. "Too early to tell. If these runes are what Bobby thinks they are, they'll change under moonlight, but moonrise isn't until 9:05 pm."

“Jesus," Dean moans. "I can't stay awake that long. I've already gone almost two days. Let's go back to the motel and crash, and we'll hit this place again tonight."

Or not, Sam wants to say. I think you jumped on this paper-thin excuse for a job just because the alternative was sitting in a motel room with me waiting for an actual case to come up, Sam wants to say. But neither of these are things he would have said Before, and Dean is so goddamn twitchy about Sam being different than Before.

As they turn back to the Impala, Dean glances at Sam with a slight smile. "Dude's not wrong, you know."

“What?"

“You do look like a goddamn hippie." Dean's hand twitches toward Sam, like he's going to smack him on the back of the head or ruffle his hair, but he pulls back without touching him. Because they don't do that now. Casual, good-natured, brotherly contact isn't a thing now. Dean doesn't touch him unless there are injuries involved.

(This is another thing that should bother Sam. It would have, Before.)

. . .

Dean hangs his suit in the closet, sets an alarm, and collapses on top of the covers. Sam stares at his own bed. The threat of spending hours pretending to be asleep makes his skin crawl. If Dean falls asleep quickly enough, he can skip the whole charade.

“Hey, I think I'm gonna shower first," he says.

Dean doesn't open his eyes. "Just don't wake me up when you get out."

In the bathroom, Sam turns on the water but doesn't get undressed. He stands at the mirror, staring at his too-long hair. Why has he bothered to hold onto it? He remembers caring about his hair. He remembers it being a small fuck you to John, the one area in his life where he was able to cling to some autonomy. It's not that he's forgotten about that; he just doesn't give a shit any more.

And like Dean said, Blue Hat wasn't wrong. He does look like a hippie. The hair is a hazard, and it does clash with any kind of law enforcement disguise. Maybe it's time to do something about it. He has time to kill anyway, while Dean sleeps.

(Sam should care that he doesn't need to sleep any more. Dean would definitely care, if he found out. Dean cares so much about any aspect of Sam that is less normal than he thinks it ought to be. Even if it's something that makes him a better hunter. Dean didn't appreciate it when Sam could exorcise demons without killing the host, and Dean wouldn't appreciate that Sam can get so much done when he's not sleeping. He could never understand why this version of Sam is so much better than the way he was Before. It's a shame Dean hasn't discovered the option of Not Caring.)

(Sometimes Sam wonders if getting back with Dean is worth the trouble.)

(And that should bother him too.)

Sam shuts off the shower and pulls out his phone. He needs to find a barber shop in walking distance. Dean will get all pissy if he wakes up and the car is gone; less so if only Sam is missing. Luckily, there's a shop that might still be open. It's one of those ridiculous sports-themed places that presumes men are fussy toddlers who need to be distracted from the ignominy of a hair cut. At least they tend to be staffed by women, and those women tend to be prettier than average. With any luck, he can kill two birds with one stone.

When he opens the bathroom door, Dean is either asleep, or pretending to be. Sam scrawls couldn't sleep, back soon on the motel notepad and closes the door behind him as silently as possible.

(He misses his car. He didn't have an emotional attachment to it, like Dean and the Impala, but it was convenient and it suited him.)

(He doesn't actually have an emotional attachment to anything. That should bother him.)

. . .

Two stylists, both predictably prettier than average, look up when he walks in. The redhead says "sorry, sir, we're just about to close up," and continues sweeping up hair trimmings. But the brunette looks him up and down and smiles. And Sam's partial to brunettes anyway.

He gives her a once-over in return and smiles back. "Do you have time for just a quick cut? I'd be eternally grateful."

She stares at him for a minute, appraising. "Well, how could I turn down an offer of eternal gratefulness?" she says with a wink. She turns to the redhead. "Why don't you go on home. I've got this."

The redhead dumps her clippings into a trash can. "You sure?"

"I'm sure. You mind locking the door behind you? I don't want any more last-minute customers walking in."

The redhead raises her eyebrows, but gathers her purse and jacket and makes her escape as Sam settles into the brunette's chair.

“I'm Marianne," she says, as she starts to drape a cape over his shoulders.

“I'm Sam. But listen. I get too hot under those capes. Would it be okay if we skip it? And I just take my shirt off so I don't get hair all over it?"

Marianne smiles like the cat who caught the canary. "Not a problem, sweetheart."

Sam slips out of his dress shirt and drapes it over the empty chair next to him. Marianne watches him the whole time, eyes roving over the muscles exposed by his snug white undershirt. It's like shooting fish in a barrel.

He sits back in the chair and Marianne stands behind him. Her chest brushes against his shoulders. "So," she asks, "what are we doing today?"

“Shorter. Off my collar, above my ears."

She slips her fingers through his hair, measuring its length. "You sure? This length looks pretty good on you. Just needs to be cleaned up a bit."

“It's for a job. The long hair doesn't fly any more."

“Aw, that's a shame." Marianne's still running her fingers through his hair. "If you've got a lady in your life, I bet she'll miss it. A girl likes something to hold onto."

Well. The best lies are based on a kernel of truth. Sam looks into his lap and lets his smile go sad and soft. "That's kind of why I'm here. My girlfriend died and I thought I'd try to start over. New place, new job, new life. But yeah, that's always been one of my favorite things. A girl grabbing my hair in the heat of the moment. I should have tried to find someone to do that one more time before I had to cut it off."

Marianne leans forward, pressing her breasts harder against him. When he looks up, she meets his eyes in the mirror, then flicks a glance toward a door marked Employees Only. “You know," she says, "that could probably be arranged."

Seriously. Fish in a goddamn barrel.

. . .

Dean's awake when Sam gets back to the motel room, but he doesn't look up from the laptop. "Couldn't sleep?"

“I guess I napped a little in the car on the way down here," Sam lies. "And then, you know, a lot of caffeine this morning."

“Whatever. I'm not the sleep police. I hope you brought food, cause I could —" Dean looks at Sam and stops mid-sentence, mouth still open. "You cut your hair?"

“Yeah."

“Why?"

“What do you mean, why? Like old what's-his-face said, I looked like a hippie, not an FBI agent. And you've been telling me to cut it for years."

“Yeah, I have. I've been saying that for years and you've been ignoring me for years. Now some random witness calls you a hippie and you go running to Supercuts?"

Sam sighs. Dean may not be the sleep police, but he's awfully eager to step in as the hair police, enforcing his own set of laws about Sam's hair. "Why does it matter? You wanted me to cut it. Everyone wanted me to cut it. And I cut it. Can we move on now?"

It's a statement almost guaranteed to make Dean bow up in anger, but instead, he deflates. "It's just… nothing. Fine. Moving on." He closes the laptop and pulls his keys out of his coat pocket. "We've still got an hour or so before moonrise. I'm gonna go run through McDonald's. You want a chicken sandwich, or is that something else you're not interested in any more?"

Jesus Christ. This is what passes for moving on. But Sam needs that shower now, and none of this is worth arguing about.

(Few things are any more. That seems like it should matter.)

“Yeah, that sounds great, thanks."

By the time Dean gets back, the sandwich is cold and the ice in Sam's drink is mostly melted. He pretends to enjoy it anyway.

. . .

Their drive back to the fairgrounds is quiet. Dean occasionally steals an unhappy glance at Sam's hair, but doesn't say anything. Sam ignores it.

They pull into the parking lot in front of the marked building. Without even getting out of the car, they can see that the runes have changed. The broad strokes are softly luminescent, glowing a pale blue in the moonlight.

“Okay, so that answers that question," Sam says. Thank God. Now they can leave without wandering around the grounds, soaking up the barnyard smell again. Wrap this up and start working on something more important. But Dean gets out of the car and looks at Sam expectantly. Well, crap. Sam dutifully follows him closer to the building and tries to think of how he would have felt about this development Before.

“Cool," he says. Dean narrows his eyes at him. "I mean, cool that our theory was right. Not, you know, cool that someone is using this kind of spellwork to make sure their pig wins a blue ribbon at the fair. That part's… pretty awful." But Dean's still looking at him funny, so he probably overcorrected on that one. It's just hard, any more.

Dean rubs the back of his neck as he examines the glowing runes. "If that's all they're doing, more power to them. I couldn't care less. But we need to make sure that's all they're doing. I mean, people died, Sam. We need to figure out if this is why." He pulls out his phone. "Gonna take some pictures to send Bobby." There's no reason to remind him they already have pictures. If Dean thinks additional pictures are more effective and efficient than "just like this, but glowing blue," that's up to him. Sam will most likely solve the damn case later tonight anyway, while Dean sleeps.

And he almost does. Dean knocks back a couple of glasses of whiskey when they get back to the motel, and falls asleep pretty soon after that. Sam doesn't bother to feign sleep — Dean doesn't seem to care, right now, whether his brother gets any sleep or not. But when Sam realizes his own photos missed a crucial corner of the building, he opens his brother's phone and finds his last text to Bobby. There's only one picture, and it's not glowing runes. It's him. Just a dark, slightly blurry picture of Sam, obviously taken earlier that night at the fairgrounds. And a text conversation.

See, I told you, it's short. I don't know what's going on. I swear he's just different.

Yeah, I get it. It's different. He's different. But what'd you expect? Of course he's not the same as he was. Hell changed him.

It didn't change me this much.

His Hell wasn't the same as yours. I know it didn't last very long, but remember, he was in the cage with the devil. We don't know what happened to him in there. Give him some time.

Well. Fuck. Dean's talking about him behind his back. Dean doesn't trust him. Dean thinks, once again, that something is wrong with him.

(That would have hurt, Before. Now it's just an annoyance. A distraction. Something to be dealt with.)

Yes, Hell changed him. Hell burned away all the crap, all the useless feelings, the guilt and shame and fear of failure. Hell purified him. Hell carved out the weakness and left nothing but pure, strong hunter. Dean, of all people, should appreciate the result. But Dean does not, and now Sam has to cater to his tiresome attachment to everything Sam was Before.

Fine. He can make that work.

Sam quietly puts Dean's phone back on the nightstand. He strips down to boxers and his t-shirt, sets an alarm, and crawls into bed. Pretending to sleep is tedious, but a couple of hours of boredom right now might spare him weeks of Dean's moodiness about him being different.

(As if Hell could leave you untouched. As if anyone in their right mind would expect that. As if Dean himself didn't know this first hand, for fuck's sake.)

. . .

Sam spends the next day focusing on acting the way he did Before. When his alarm goes off he stretches, yawns, and pretends he had a good night's sleep. He goes for a run, brings back coffee, showers quickly, and rolls his eyes when Dean makes a crack about him being able to spend less time in the shower now. At breakfast, he smiles at the (cute, definitely worth a bang) waitress, but doesn't flirt or even check her out as she walks away. He's figured out that Dean wants Sam to want to get laid (but not too much; he's definitely not supposed to want it as much as Dean wants it) but for some reason doesn't want him to actually get lucky. And he definitely would have gotten lucky. He spends the day looking empathetic, acting like this whole thing hasn't been a colossal waste of time. Like he cares about everything. About anything.

(God, it's exhausting.)

It turns out the deaths probably don't have anything to do with the witch at all. They return to the fairgrounds one last time, where Sam plants hex bags and paints runes on the corners of the building that will block the witch's simple spells - not that he cares whether the witch achieves anything or not, just on principle. His own runes are small and subtle enough that this novice witch (they must be a novice; no one with any experience would be naive enough to make their work so noticeable) won't even know they're in place. And if the witch escalates, well, that's not exactly Sam's problem.

When he's finished, he wipes his hands on his jeans and says "We should get Chinese for dinner. When's the last time you ate a vegetable?" Because monitoring everyone's vegetable intake is something he did Before.

They're finishing Chinese takeout in their motel room (beef with broccoli for Dean, eggplant in garlic sauce for Sam, because occasional bouts of vegetarianism were also a thing he did Before) when he catches Dean looking at his hair, very clearly wanting to say something.

So. It's go time.

Sam tries to make his eyes big and sad. The puppy dog look, Dean always called it. It was never intentional Before, but now he has to work at it. "Listen," he says. "I owe you an apology. I haven't been telling you the whole truth."

“No shit," Dean says. He's trying to sound nonchalant, but his body language screams that he's bracing for something. "So, spill it. What's your big confession?"

(That I don't care about any of this. This piddly little case. My hair. You. Nothing. And you can't imagine, Dean, you cannot even begin to imagine the incredible freedom of not caring. I wish you could, but you just can't.)

No, he can't say any of that. But the best lies are built on a kernel of truth.

Sam takes a deep, anxious breath and looks at Dean. No, wait. Look away. "You know, I told you I don't remember Hell. And I really don't. Not consciously, anyway. But when we were fighting those demons a couple of weeks ago, one of them grabbed me by the hair, and I felt something… it was a sense memory, I guess. It felt like Hell, for some reason. Like it was something that happened to me in Hell, someone grabbing my hair and pulling my head back and getting ready to cut my throat or… whatever."

He doesn't have to elaborate on whatever. Dean knows the whatevers of Hell better than anyone. He's probably dealing with a little sense memory of his own right now, of clutching someone's hair and pulling their head back in preparation for whatever. And now Sam does look at his brother, who is staring at him with wide, horrified eyes.

“Ever since then," Sam continues, "I just feel like I've been on the verge of remembering something. Something I don't want to remember. And I'm tired of worrying that I'm gonna have a Hell flashback every time I wash my hair."

Dean looks like he's going to vomit. Perfect.

“I'm sorry," Sam says. "It threw me, and I just didn't want to talk about it. But I shouldn't have kept it from you."

For a second, he's sure he has gone too far. Dean is going to say what's this bullshit, Sam, you would never apologize for something like that, so tell me what's really going on. But he doesn't. He stares at Sam for a minute, then looks away and wipes a hand down his face.

“Yeah, okay. Okay. You, ah. You good now? Is it working?"

Sam shrugs. "Hard to say. It hasn't been very long. But yeah, I feel a little more… stable, I guess."

And then it’s time to go for the kill.

Sam gives him the sad smile. (He never used to think of it as a sad smile; never used to think of it as anything at all. It was just what his face did. Every expression requires so much thought now.) "Listen. I know things are weird. I know I'm weird. Different. I know it's hard for you. If this is all more than you want to deal with right now, I understand."

Dean frowns. "What are you saying?"

“Just, I can go back with Samuel and his crew if you don't want to do this any more. You and me, I mean. No hard feelings, I promise."

Dean's face crumples. "What? No, fuck, no, Sam. I don't. You and me, we're good. I'm just getting used to things. That's all."

“Okay." Sam gives his best approximation of a grateful smile.

“So. Uh." Dean looks around the room nervously, like he's waiting for the other shoe to fall, then stands. "I think I'm gonna go get a drink. You wanna come with, or…"

Even if Sam believed Dean really wanted him to come along — and he doesn't; this is obviously Dean's way of retreating from a situation he doesn't want to think about — pretending to sleep when Dean's gone is one of the easier ways of making it look like he actually does sleep sometimes. "No. I'm beat," he says. "I think I'll just go to bed."

“Okay. Yeah. That sounds like a good idea." Dean takes his keys out of his pocket and anxiously tosses them in his hand. When he finally does turn to Sam, he looks at his hair, not his eyes. "Hey, you know, it does. It does look good on you."

Sam ducks his head shyly, like someone who's not used to praise. Who doesn't think he deserves it. "Thanks." When he looks up, Dean is already halfway out the door, putting as much space between himself and his little brother's hellscape as possible.

(Seriously. Fish in a fucking barrel.)

#my fic #sam winchester #dean winchester #soulless sam is my spirit animal #spn #season 6

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This Conversation is Getting Older and Older

Part Two of You Keep Me Waiting 

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Murder, A character is racist 

Word Count: 3.8K (Yup y’all are getting more to read)

Draco stares at where Hermione was once stood and sighed before muttering a repairing spell that fixes the broken picture frame, then came organizing his notes for Yazmeen while he was out.

"Hey, Draco, it's Yazmeen. I came for your notes on the death eater case," Yazmeen announced, peeking into his office.

Draco shot the younger girl a smile. "Yeah, I was getting them cleaned up for you. I know how much you hate having to work with illegible writing."

She laughs and shakes her head. "It's fine, you're fine. It's other people on this floor I have to worry about. But um.."

Draco looks up at her, an eyebrow raised.

"Nevermind, I'll talk to you when you get back."

Draco nods and hands over his revised notes. "Take good care of them. They're the only kind."

"I'm pretty sure that I can read your actual notes. But thank you anyway."

Draco smiles at her and watches her leave before grabbing his things and following after her.

"You know, for such a smart wizard, I came in here easily." She says coldly.

Draco pauses in his living room, unsure how to start the conversation.

"Daphne, I made it sure you could come in."

"You need to sign them," Daphne says, pulling a pen from her purse and setting it down on the divorce papers laid out before her.

"Not before my father dies," He responded, voice tight.

"I don't really care about your feelings about your father, and he's practically a shell of a human anyway. Why do you think he's back at the manor?" She shot back, staring pointedly at Draco.

Draco stays quiet because she's right: His father doesn't do anything but look outside to the garden, and he isn't improving his mother's health either in fact, she's gotten worse because of his father being back/ He was thinking of killing him, but after working in law enforcement he wasn't sure how that was going to work.

"Just sign the papers. This isn't for you; it's for me, so get over yourself." Her voice annoyed at how long this situation was taking her.

He sighs because she was right: He was being selfish. Making them stay married even though they haven't been in the same room for longer than 10 minutes in the past 8 years unless it was an event that was centered around his mother. So he walks over to sign the papers.

"Your mother misses you, you know, and she wants an explanation."

Draco pauses the signing of his last mane to look at the woman in front of him before he goes back to signing his last name.

"I don't know why you continue to visit her."

"Because at least one of us to maintain the image of a proper person. We all can't go running around like children on the playground."

Draco rolls his eyes equally as annoyed at his now ex-wife. "Listen, here're the documents, just send me an owl with a court date, and I'll make sure to be there."

Daphne just sighed and slipped the papers into her purse, and leaves through the front door. "You need to talk to her. Also, I poured out the tea. It was getting old.

Draco simply stares at her leaving, leaving his house and his life.

Maybe it was better this way.

He steps out of Hermione's fireplace and into a living room. A room that he knew way too well for simply being fuckbuddies with her roommate.

"I thought you had better wards up 'mione." A familiar voice commented from the other room.

"I did. It was Yazmeen who let him in." Hermione said, watching Draco step out of her fireplace. Fred followed her gaze and watched as Draco got reacquainted with the apartment. Draco noticing their gaze on him.

"Are you two just going to stare at me? If so, I could've met you at the train station," Draco commented, annoyed.

Fred laughs. "Some people never change. I'll see you when you get back," Fred said, smiling at the brown-skinned woman. He pauses at the door. "Keep her safe, Malfoy."

That, for some reason, catches him off guard, but he manages to get out a quick, yeah.

Hermione watched Fred leave before turning back to the blond-haired man who has moved out of her living room.

"You ready to go? I need to call a cab." Hermione asked.

"Yeah, I'm good. Don't know about you, though... Seemed a bit preoccupied." He shrugs, back turned away, looking at some artwork on the wall.

Hermione doesn't validate the statement and instead goes to call a cab. "One is in the area, and it'll be here in about 3 minutes."

Draco doesn't respond, so they exist in silence before Hermione asks, "You've been here plenty of times.. You don't stay over like you used to?"

Draco turns quickly to face the curly-haired woman. "Yeah, unlike like some of us, we have work to do."

"Now, what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It's obvious half your stuff isn't here, and with Fred being over, I'm going to assume it's at his place?"

All Hermione does is glare before going to look outside to her window. She notices the yellow cab outside, and instead of telling him of the new development, she simply grabs her bag and leaves but unfortunately for her, Draco is a smart man, and he quickly follows after her.

The ride to the train station is filled with tension and silence. Draco likes to think that he wondered if he overstepped a boundary, but then he remembered that he could care less about how he picked at her sex life. If she wanted to do that to him, he could do the same to her. But due to that pettiness, nobody spoke until they were on the train and even then, there wasn't much talking done.

"How are you?"

Hermione glares at him from her seat before rolling her eyes, annoyed at the question "You left me Draco,"

"You left me too; this wasn't a one-person thing,"

"So when were you going to tell me you were married?"

"I wasn't then, and I'm not now."

"Tell that to the gossip magazines."

"Tell that to the gossip magazines that wrote back to back articles about you and Krum? Since when did you listen to them? Also, when did you start caring for me outside of the bedroom?"

"I don't know but stop asking like you weren't the one knocking on my door at first."

The silence informs them both that neither of them have been good. Not that they were ever good, especially not back in college. Running to each other to find something familiar only to go back to hating each other the next day. That's what made the sex good, they both think. Too much passion made anything feel good during the moment, but it's in the morning that you have to wonder whether it was really worth it.

"So are you with him now? You hop from one ginger dick to another?

"Oh, I didn't know you were ginger, and it seems like we're both following patterns."

That one shuts him up because he realizes that he hasn't changed and only moved on to her intern, whose skin looks like the woman's sitting in front of them when the sun hits it just right.

"Also, I don't mind you having sex with Yazmeen, but having sex with every black woman in our office is.... A bit suspicious."

Draco doesn't know how to respond to the claim, so he simply changes the topic "Are you going to Harry's wedding?"

Hermione's eyes snap from the blond man to the window across from him. "Of course, I'm the maid of honor."

Draco isn't really surprised by the admission, "What an Honor. But you know it's surprising that she gave birth before being married."

"Not really.. Might have been going at it for a while, but unlike you, he can stay committed."

"What are you so mad at me for?"

"I don't know?  How about we start with the fact that you left Daphne right after getting married, only to start sleeping with me 3 months later. And then lying to her about it. She thought you loved her; I mean, sure, we all knew it wasn't going to last. But she wanted to at least make it work. But there we were fucking in the backseat while she was in the store."

"Listen, it takes two, don't pretend like you're innocent." He shot back-way too quickly for a man who wanted to seem unaffected from the claims.

"That would be a good claim, but there you were in my bed way past time for you to go, talking to me about the future and how uncertain you were and all that other bullcrap only for you to be in a dedicated marriage. It'd be a bit different if you both didn't give a damn."

Draco sat in silence because she was right. Always right.. Never wrong. Never wrong in the classes they were and certainly never wrong about the life they lived

"Well, we're getting a Divorce... to legalize the situation."

Hermione glares at him. "So that's what makes this better? A divorce after what? 5 years?"

Draco wants to say yes, but after knowing the woman sitting next to him for the past 18 years, he knows a warning sign he sees one, so he drops the subject.

They both know that they'll need to talk about this again, and they didn't need to read tea leaves for that. But just like tea, it can only steep for so long before becoming bitter, or maybe they were past that stage, and it just needed to be poured out.

The train comes to their stop, and they go to a cab that was already waiting for them; they both think that even though Sanchez is annoying and strict, he still knows how to be hospitable if hospitable meant a very homely looking hotel.

"Is this it? The place we're supposed to be staying?" Draco asked, voice full of disgust.

"Yea, this was the address given to me by Sanchez."

Hermione and Draco stared at the small white and brown homely inn that looked like its been around since the dark ages.

"Let's go. It's only a night." Hermione whispered, giving a nudge to Draco.

They climb out of the car and were preparing to go in before the driver rolled down the window. "I'm going to be here by 6 tomorrow evening to take you back to the train station and if need to floor just tell the lady at the desk and she'll help you. Good Luck."

They nod before walking in and realizing that the inside looks exactly like the outside. Homely and cold-one of the great perks of being in a city next to the water.

"Check-in for Sanchez," Hermione said, smiling at the hostess.

Draco stayed in the back and looked around, hoping to see something that would indicate the age of this inn, but unfortunately, nothing stood out but a pattern in one of the supporting beams.

"Hey, got the key," Hermione says, jingling the key in his face before walking down the hallway where the supposed hotel room was.

"15, 25, 35, and 45 is the lucky number."

"Why are the doors numbered like that?"

"I don't know you're the pureblood you tell me,"

Draco rolls her eyes at her response. "Why the hell would I know that?"

"The wizarding world is a weird place, and rich kids are supposed to be cultured," Hermione joked before seeing their bedding situation. "Of fucking course, how brilliant."

Draco was confused by her sudden change of tone until he saw what she was talking about: One bed.

One medium-sized bed in a room that was freezing cold.

As Draco starts to say something, Hermione cuts him off. "Listen, we can talk about this later," Hermione sighs before setting down her bag. "I'll go down and call us a cab to the station."

Draco watches her walk away with only her purse, confused as to why she never lets him talk. But he dismissed the thought when he casted a quick charm to keep their bags safe.

They get to the station and head over to sign in at the front desk "Officer Granger and Officer Malfoy is here to talk to... Your head officer, officer Pearce I believe, is the name, about the recent killings." Hermione says confidently while leaning slightly on the wooden desk.

"Why does he look so confused?" an officer asks while coming up behind the secretary that was checking her computer for confirmation.

"Listen, he doesn't do fieldwork; he does office stuff. This is his first time. Give him a break," Hermione confides, laughing slightly at the Blond man's facial expression.

The officer laughs and checks the computer that shows the confirmation. "Alright, let me check your IDs, and I'll get you guys back there." Draco and Hermione gave their IDs to the officer, and he nods that suggests they follow him to the back.

"Have you seen any pictures of the body? or any of the bodies?" Draco asks. He hasn't seen a dead body since the war, and even though it's been 10 years, the sight of them still can keep him up for days. He wonders how Harry moved on. He thinks he should ask him.

"No, we were only asked to get the statement from the old lady, and even then, it's a bit spotty."

"Well, can you fax a copy to our office so that we have a hard version in London? We're not going to take long." Hermione says, her voice more determined than usual.

"Yeah, I can do that for you. Alright, here's his office, by the way, he doesn't like this kind of stuff, so... You gotta be smart." The officer they were following says before knocking on a door that had the name of Anthony Pearce.

"Come in." A baritone voice commands from behind the door.

"Alright, good luck."

Hermione and Draco give the optimistic officer a nod before heading into the office.

"Hello Officer Pearce, we are investigators sent from London to talk to you about the report that was given to you after a recent murder against a young woman," Draco says, looking around the office before landing on the officer's face.

Hermione thinks that the officer looks like one of the men from Mama Mia.

"So when did they start sending in young ones with fancy outfits to deal with murder cases?" He inquired before lighting a cigarette.

"We aren't dealing with the murder it's self we're just trying to find out about the... uh.. designs being left on the bodies of the victims. I'm officer Malfoy, and this is my partner Granger." Draco shoots back at the man. He knew they were young for their field; there was no denying that, but they were good at their jobs, and there will be no one that questions that, muggle or not.

Officer Pearce raises a brow before tapping his cigarette into the ashtray. "Is that so? If you're only dealing with the designs, why do you want the lady's statements?"

"We want her statements because she was the last one to talk to the lady that was most recently killed, and she could possibly tell us some information that could help us understand what's going on," Draco responds with a slight huff.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Dracos body language 'how immature. You don't hold any power out here, pretty boy.'

"If that's the case, I could've just sent the report to your office. Why come all the way here for something we could've faxed you?" The older man responds, a demeaning edge to his voice.

"Because we're going to interview the woman tomorrow, and since we were in the city, we decided to question you directly. But if you don't want to comply, I can and will have you arrested for obstruction of justice." Hermione responds, a clear tone of annoyance in her voice.

Pearce stares at Hermione and then looks at Draco. "You should keep her around; she gets stuff done. And I'll get you the interview report, and I can't tell you anything because I didn't conduct it and what was said was nothing out of the usual... But I have received some pictures of the, uh, drawings." He says before going through a drawer and bringing out a manila folder.

"Can we look at them?" Hermione asked softly.

"I can make you a copy," He says, putting out his cigarette before heading over to the printer. "Now, why'd you come here? These murders have been happening for a while."

"It's because our office thought these were stand-alone cases. It's London.. And unfortunately, people get killed all the time." Hermione says slowly, making her seem sadder than she actually was.

"Understandable, but Liverpool does have its crime.. Luckily we're not in the city, so it's a bit easier for us." Pearce says before handing Draco the first page.

"If you don't mind me asking... Why were you so resistant to us knowing the information?" Draco asked, passing the page to Hermione.

"Because whoever is doing this is getting off scot-free. And they're sick cunts too. Imagine, instead of just killing the bloke, you carve patterns into their skin. I tell ya it's some of them, refugees."  Pearce says, handing them the next two copied pages.

Hermione looks up from the pictures. "Sir, this is obviously not Arabic. And it's interesting that a cop that is supposed to serve his community has those kinds of feelings for the people he's supposed to be protecting."

"Nah, none of them live around here, and a good thing too. Don't want them to be committing crimes and stuff." Pearce says, walking back to his desk and lighting another cigarette.

Draco noticed the fist tightly wrapped around the paper before speaking up. "Thank you for your time here, sir... If we hear anything thing new, we'll make sure to let you know."

Pearce simply nods before going off into his own world as they left.

"What a fucking bigot." Hermione angrily whispered. Draco stayed silent shocked at the bluntness of the officers' rudeness, but then he realized that his father was the same towards muggles.

They walked to the front and thanked the secretary, and then went to an empty-looking coffee shop across the street.

"My father was like that, wasn't he?" Draco asks while they were sitting down in their chosen seats.

Hermione looks up from the small menu provided at their table. "You think?"

Draco drops the subject before reaching over and grabbing the files.

"How may I help yous?" A bubbly waitress asked Hermione, almost completely ignoring Draco.

"I would like a cup of coffee, straight please." Hermione says with a smile that makes the younger girl blush.

"And I would like a cup of earl grey and some of the strongest stuff you have." Draco says dryly.

The waitress doesn't respond but jots the items down. "That'll be right out."

Draco watches the waitress retreat to behind the bar. "What the hell was that about?"

"Aww, are you mad that you didn't get attention?" Hermione teasingly giggled while picking up her well used legal pad.

Draco didn't respond.

"Hey, Malfoy, do you work with still work with ruins, or are your college years being wasted on artifacts?" Hermione asks, laying out the pictures in front of her.

"Mainly artifacts and studying the charms people put on them," He responds before the waitress came over.

"Here is your drink and alcohol, and your drink, ma'am, is still being made." The waitress says in a light, bubbly tone.

Hermione nods in recognition, but her brows stay furrowed in concentration.

The waitress leaves before Draco speaks up again, clear liquid in hand.

"Don't drink that right now," Hermione says, quickly looking up and snatching the glass of clear liquid. She sniffs if before confirming. "It's moonshine.. That's some powerful stuff, and if you want to coherent while researching, then I suggest you leave that for later." Hermione informs before pulling out an empty flask.

Draco looks at her curiously before pouring the clear liquid into the flask.

"Look, they didn't die graphically. There's no blood if that what you're worried about." Hermione says, looking up at the blond across from her.

"No..That's- I just.. If something big happens when we're on this case, we're going to become much more than researchers, and I just- I left the field for a reason, and I really don't care to be put back in. I was perfectly fine at my desk and perfectly capable of what I was doing."

Hermione looks at him deeply at him before looking back down at the ruins. "That's wonderful to know, and I understand I really do, but we've been working under Sanchez since our internships. And I know that he's smart enough not to let his head researchers go into the field blindly just to get killed. He knows we can handle ourselves out here. Meaning you gotta start trusting yourself. Plus, after this, we'll probably get a nice vacation offering once we're done, so suck it up and let's figure this out before more people die."

Draco sips on his tea, considering the words of the intelligent woman in front of him.

"Here's your coffee, ma'am... Buy the way it's on the house." The waitress interrupts, setting down the requested coffee.

Draco rolls his eyes at the "sincere" action before grabbing his wallet and handing the young woman 100 pounds. "Keep the change."

Hermione gawks at the exchange but doesn't voice her comment until the woman goes away.

"Do you know how much money that is?"

Draco sends her a confused look before replacing his wallet with his glasses. "All right, what are we looking at."

"Well, firstly, you're starting to look like Harry for one. I get you both are basically office mates but geez. And secondly, I think it's Egyptian. Like something found in tombs, but then there's more stuff that I can't really think of... Maybe Mayans?"

Draco grabs a pictured and stares before shaking his head. "Possibly, but there seems to be a mix of several curses among the charms. Those are most certainly from Egypt, and that's probably how the doctors died," He says before grabbing another picture. "Yeah, because they look like hieroglyphics, and so they decoded them and then cursed themselves. But how he got them on the body is what's' really confusing."

Hermione nods before asking, "Don't you have tea with you?"

"Yeah, but I know it's cold, and so I got a new cup."

A new cup indeed.

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Medicine (Duff McKagan x reader)

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Medicine

Duff stared after (Y/N) as she walks past him and down the hall of the recording studio. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t have a crush on her. There’s just something about that beautiful girl that drives him insane. He knows it’s pretty much against the law for him to even ask her out on a date.

For one thing, she’s the daughter of the man that owns the record label that signed his band.. For another thing, she’s very against even being friends with a “rockstar”. He thinks it’s all ridiculous. Why won’t she just loosen up a bit?

Duff would give anything to go out on a date with (Y/N). For once, he doesn’t want to just get in her pants. He genuinely wants to get to know her. He’s drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He’d do anything for her to just look in his direction.

“You starin’ after (Y/N) again, McKagan?” Axl’s rough voice says from behind him.

Duff jumps, turning to see the redhead leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face. “So what if I was?”

“You better get all those nasty thoughts out of your head. She’s helping us in the studio today.”

Duff’s eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Why’re you freaking out about it?” Axl scoffs. “I swear you become the biggest pansy as soon as (Y/N) shows her face! Get ahold of yourself man. It’s very annoying.”

“Shut the fuck up, man. You’re the one that’s fucking annoying,” Duff can feel his anger start to rear its ugly head. It’s not often that he gets angry, but when he does, everyone clears the room. At times, he’s even worse than Axl.

“Don’t get an attitude with me, McKagan. Remember that I could easily find another bassist,” Axl growls, leaving Duff standing in the hall with a dumbfounded look on his face.

‘Man, that guy can be such a dick!’ Duff thinks to himself.

Duff glances towards the open door of the recording studio. He doesn’t want to go in, for fear that he’ll embarrass himself in front of the one girl that he wants. Then again, he has to go inside because they have a record to finish.

Duff finally pushes himself off of the wall, and walks into the room. He feels the blood rush to his cheeks as he spots (Y/N). Her eyes meet his, and she flashes him a sweet smile. This makes Duff blush even more. God, he wants nothing more than her. She's absolutely beautiful, inside and out.

He sits down on the couch as Izzy goes into the recording booth to record his part of the song. Duff's attention is immediately drawn to the gorgeous (h/c) girl walks over to him, and sits down beside him.

Duff stiffens, not sure what to do. Should he tell her how beautiful she looks? No. That's coming on too strong. Should he straight up kiss her? No. She'll just think he's weird.

"Duff?" (Y/N) says rather loudly to catch his attention.

"Yeah?" He says, shaking his head to get focused. "I'm sorry. I was off in space. What did you say?" Now she really thinks I'm weird, He thinks to himself.

"I just said hi," She giggles, covering her mouth with her hand.

Wow. She's gorgeous.

"Thank you," She says, smiling sheepishly.

Fuck. Did I say that out loud? He asks himself.

"Yes you did," (Y/N) answers, grinning at him.

"I-I'm sorry," He stutters out. He must be the weirdest person she's ever met at this point. "I probably made you feel awkward."

She shrugs. "It's okay. If it makes you feel any better, I think you're gorgeous too."

Duff feels his heart stop for a moment. Is she flirting with him? Luckily, he managed to keep that thought to himself and avoided making this anymore uncomfortable.

"Gorgeous, huh?" Duff laughs. "I was hoping for something better. Like. . ." He trails off to think. "Sexy motherfucker." He finally decides on.

(Y/N) laughs her melodic laugh, instantly entrancing Duff. He stares at her with as much admiration as he can muster up.

"I don't know about that Mr. Rockstar," She answers, looking up at Izzy in the booth.

She gets up, looking as if she's about to walk out the door. She stoops down so that she can whisper in Duff's ear.

"Meet me in the lobby after you guys get done. You're gonna take me on a date."

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Buster & Rio

Buster: Where's Nance? Rio: She was with your parents last I saw Rio: but that was a while ago so Buster: Typical Buster: Oldest trick in the book for when she doesn't wanna talk to me Rio: Can't imagine why Buster: 'Course you can't Rio: 🙄 Buster: Yeah, like I was saying, always a pleasure Rio: Where? Buster: Exactly Rio: Hm Rio: I'll tell her you're looking for her, I guess Buster: Don't Buster: She'll find a new hiding place Rio: What have you done then? Buster: Cheers Buster: Really nice of you to assume it's all my fault Rio: you aren't the one hiding Buster: I'm not a pussy Buster: If something needs to get said, I'll say it Rio: That's why she's hiding then, I imagine Buster: I didn't ask you why, just where Rio: is it that pressing? Buster: What 'cause I'm gonna ruin all the fun she's having? Buster: You've got the wrong sister there, babe Rio: well it sounds like it Buster: I don't need your permission Rio: Why do you need to be a dick? Buster: To her or to you? Rio: Her, obviously Rio: It's not that deep Buster: I'm not being a dick to her Buster: I was last night, which is why I wanna talk to her Rio: Oh, so you wanna apologize Rio: you can't force her to accept it, probably wait for her to come out from wherever she is Buster: Did I say that? Buster: I've got nothing to be sorry for Rio: For God's sake Rio: I forgot how tiring you were Buster: It ain't my fault its been years since you've been able to keep up with me Rio: Please Rio: your memory is as selective as your participation Buster: Your memory is as unreliable as your mum's baby daddys Rio: I don't need this from you today Buster: Name a day you do need it, I'll check my calendar, like Rio: You're so unfunny Buster: I ain't the entertainment Buster: You wish Rio: Neither is my family Rio: sorry to disappoint Buster: It's alright, like I said, I'm used to you disappointing me Buster: Ancient history Rio: Heartbreaking Buster: It makes no odds to me if you can't hold your nerve, drink or your head high Buster: That's your problem Rio: None of which you'd know anything about Rio: you're the only one here with a problem, obviously Buster: Which one of us are you trying to convince? Buster: Either way, I'd work harder at it if I were you Rio: like permission, I definitely don't need your advice Rio: there's no need for conviction, you don't like me, I don't like you, it's simple Buster: There's every need for conviction when it's the pretence you're actually tired of Buster: I understand putting the one, big, happy family spin on things for the kids but we ain't that and you ain't supposed to buy into your own bullshit Buster: You don't wanna be here, don't put that on me Rio: Don't project your bullshit onto me Rio: You wouldn't know, because you don't, but I turn up to events Buster: Just own yours Buster: I know 'cause I can still read you, neither of us have to like it, but it's true Rio: Just leave me alone Rio: don't think about me Buster: Don't cry, you'll fuck up the photos Rio: You wish Buster: You wish I cared Rio: yeah Rio: pleasure, right Buster: [brings her a drink like drown your sorrows but doesn't stick around cos rude hoe] Rio: [gives it to her mans like no thank you] Buster: [LOL love that power move] Rio: [has to be done] Buster: [also how awkward that her man is at this fam function, please don't be cringe Caleb] Rio: [at least you're the least bothered in that sense, you know you bomb enough] Buster: [and you're your dad's fave too so best behaviour with you] Rio: [hopefully you're not looking as messy by this age sir] Buster: [good lord I hope not you'll be the one ruining those photos if you are] Rio: [just put him on the side so you can crop him out] Buster: [#mood and defs crop out shit nan] Rio: [she'll be on fine form, everyone hide she lives to shade] Buster: [Grace just crying cos she only a bab and she already getting shaded] Rio: [no prisoners baby] Buster: [no offense Meena but none of us are living rn] Rio: [soz your wedding is tense] Buster: [thank god there's not loads of them] Rio: [we been derailed though you two think of a flimsy excuse to talk again] Buster: [is Gus still alive or nah that's my last question I promise] Rio: [nah, if we said OG he died when Pablo, that's 22, so a year before the twins are born] Buster: [sad times] Rio: [okay so later, like a time that you've both had to be on it with the drinks etc] Rio: you find her? Buster: No Rio: you still want to? Buster: Forget it Buster: She wants to stay mad Rio: don't you approve of that though Buster: Of martyrdom? Fuck that Rio: nah Rio: being angry, doing your own thing Buster: If that was what she was doing Rio: well, she's with June, obviously Rio: but they seemed content enough Buster: Whatever Rio: Whatever then Rio: enjoy the remaining festivities Buster: Obviously Rio: not been that bad Rio: my nan thinks you're SO impressive, know you love that Buster: Compared to what? St Paddy's? Christmas? My 10th birthday? Buster: I know I'm impressive, I could give a fuck what she thinks Rio: What was wrong with your 10th birthday? Buster: What's wrong with any of them? It was just an example Rio: it sounded like some deep trauma you should repress is all Rio: maybe I already had, idk Buster: I can afford a good therapist, it'll be fine Rio: Yippee Buster: You don't have to lose any sleep over me, babe Buster: Dreams aside Rio: You've been working on your jokes Rio: glad you've spent your time wisely Buster: 'Course you are Buster: So invested in my success, yeah? Rio: Sure Rio: not that I spend enough time laughing at jokes that aren't funny without needlessly indulging you too or anything Buster: Dump your boyfriend then Buster: He's got fuck all going for him if he ain't funny Rio: How do you know I'm talking about him? Buster: Educated guess Buster: 'Cause I am Rio: Well you're wrong Rio: and my dad really isn't that funny Rio: or he thinks I'm still five Buster: I ain't wrong that he looks like he has to sign his name with a cross Buster: And I could've told you that, about your dad Rio: You're just being rude with no basis for it, but I'm not after help with my homework even if he was that thick so what would it matter Rio: I'm sure Rio: why didn't you offer you unnecessary, 'expert' opinion this time then? Buster: I have a solid basis for your lack of standards, but fair point, it doesn't really matter to me Buster: And 'cause you can't even accept my offer of a drink Rio: if high standards means being here alone, you can have it Rio: it wasn't an offer, it was parallel to assault with a 🍹 Buster: If you're that scared to be alone, I'll see you in the shrink's chair once we've given it at least a couple more years to let the trauma accumulate Buster: You never used to be so afraid of everything Rio: I'm no more scared of being alone than you're scared to be with someone Rio: what else am I meant to be afraid of? Buster: Other than acting like I threw a glass of straight brandy in your face? Rio: You weren't trying to give me a drink, you were trying to prove a point you didn't have Buster: Let's not pretend you have any idea what my motivations are/were/could be at any particular point in time Rio: I'd have to join in the delusion you aren't transparent first and honestly Rio: not got the time Buster: 'Cause you don't Buster: 'Course* Rio: Be well busy teaching my boyfriend to read and write, apparently Buster: There's so many delusions it must be necessary to maintain in order to just be with him that neither of us have the time to list them all Rio: It doesn't really matter to you, remember? Buster: Cheers for the reminder Rio: You're so welcome Buster: I feel it Buster: Your nan has such a welcoming vibe Rio: No doubt ⭐ boy Rio: try being your sister, or my brother Buster: She loves it Rio: Judging like God gave her the go ahead? Rio: I know Buster: I meant Nance loves a chance to play the victim, but yeah that too Rio: She'll be over it 'fore the night is out Buster: Don't underestimate her Rio: Yeah, that's me Buster: Well, everyone knows the opposite is reserved for your boyfriends Rio: I highly doubt anyone but you is thinking about it at all Buster: If that idea brings you comfort, you can have it Rio: How generous Buster: Why are you wearing that? Rio: What do you mean? Buster: It's a simple enough question Rio: Too simple for words Rio: because it's a wedding Rio: what else would I wear? Buster: I'm not your stylist Rio: then don't act like it Buster: I ain't Rio: Maybe I don't like what you're wearing Rio: you don't have to announce every thought in your head Buster: I didn't express an opinion, I asked a question Rio: I know what you're saying Buster: No you don't Rio: Then tell me Buster: You've already made it clear that you don't want me to Rio: That's why I asked you to Buster: I don't have to announce every thought in my head, remember? Rio: Fine Rio: well I'm not going home to change, can you handle that? Buster: What if I can't? Rio: I know you can Buster: Fine Rio: Do you want a drink? Buster: Are you gonna throw it at me? Rio: I've got manners Buster: Shame Rio: 😏 Rio: if you're missing playing, there's room at the kid's table Buster: I'm gutted that you don't wanna play a game with me, that doesn't mean you get to push your luck that far Rio: You don't seem like you're in a playful mood Buster: What mood do I seem like I'm in? Rio: So I can't read your motivations anymore but I can still read your moods? Buster: Come on Rio: You seem Rio: annoyed Rio: uncomfortable, like the rest of us Buster: Is that you finally admitting that you're uncomfortable? Rio: I never said I was having the BEST time Buster: Alright, let's have that drink then Rio: as far as non-solutions go Rio: one of the better Buster: You know me well enough to know if it ain't the best, I ain't interested Rio: That's why you ain't brought a plus one, yeah Buster: Yeah Rio: You seem bored too Buster: You don't have to read my mind for that one, it's just common sense Rio: So I'll get you that drink Buster: Cheers Rio: Slainte Rio: [gonna have you get waylaid by your dad and Drew at the bar] Buster: [when you come and literally drag her away from them when you realise cos you don't have to read her mind there either] Rio: [we all know Drew's already getting lowkey creepy at this age, never mind any dad angst or embarrassment 'thanks' as you awkwardly give him his drink] Buster: [when it's been so long since they've touched each other that he can't even speak so just gotta shake his head for that don't cos he didn't do it for the thanks] Rio: ['you already said it for the drink' and a shrug that you can barely keep steady and even because being this close to him but we're pretending this is very casual 'we're even'] Buster: [a shrug that exactly mirrors hers for that beautiful cinematography and matching mood but forcing that eye contact cos gotta pretend you're unfazed] Rio: [maintaining it long enough to take the first sip of your drink, then going to walk away again] Buster: [putting his hand on her wrist just like he did a second ago when he dragged her away from that delightful pair because we've started something now] Rio: [looking down at his hand on your wrist because you cannot] Buster: [unhanding her because you know you have to not because you want to] Rio: ['enjoy, yeah?' and looking back up as you go] Buster: [just staring at her nbd and nothing to see here people] Rio: [a shameless moment whilst you walk back to this boy] Buster: [excuse you sir] Rio: [like so soz her level of investment in you has plummeted rn] Buster: [I'm dying because this lad is probably saying something to her and does she care? NOPE] Rio: [tryna have your own moment like hold up] Buster: [Ava as the only other person he gives a fuck about at this whole function/in the world you've gotta distract him so he doesn't go over there/do something stupid] Rio: [at least you're 8 and will have no qualms in doing so] Buster: [have a cute moment between yourselves so he calms down] Rio: [ask him to dance or something] Buster: [you gotta] Rio: [not that this will help her, just sneakily looking how cute they are] Buster: [just casually reminding her of what a sweet boy he used to be when they were younger] Rio: [and he's good with kids which is so important to you for obvious reasons] Buster: [omg it makes so much sense why they have so many kids now even more than before] Rio: [mhmm Buster: [we is so clever] Rio: [the cleverest] Buster: What mood am I in now? Rio: A much better one Rio: even if you'd like to deny it Buster: I'm not about to deny it, she's the best thing my parents have ever done and you heard what I said that means for my interest Rio: It's nice Buster: I'm capable of nice Buster: It just suits everyone to forget it, including you Rio: I've never said you weren't Rio: it suits you for people to forget, anyway, if you wanted it otherwise, you'd remind them more often Buster: Not tonight, there'll have been others though Buster: Yeah, like I said, it suits everyone Rio: My memory isn't selective Rio: this night or any other Buster: Call it whatever you like Buster: The end result is the same Rio: No it isn't Buster: Tell me how it's any different Rio: I still have memories Rio: that you can't do fuck all about Buster: Memories that make no fucking difference to now Rio: That's your opinion Buster: It's a fact Buster: There isn't a single one you could share with me now or vice versa that would lead to our reconciliation Rio: because we don't want it Buster: 'Cause it's bullshit Buster: It might as well have happened to someone else for all the relevance it has to who I am Rio: Yeah, because you don't want it to make a difference Rio: that's what I said Buster: Yeah, you're the expert on what I want Rio: Don't need to be, that's what you're saying as well Buster: What I'm saying is that it doesn't matter, it's not about whether I want it to or not Rio: Fine Buster: There are loads of things that have a bearing on my day to day live and how it looks going forward, and like it or not, all the summers I wasted here with you as a kid ain't one of 'em, oddly enough Buster: *life Rio: as I said, WE don't want it to matter Rio: so, unsurprisingly, I don't care Buster: Say it like you mean it Buster: You're supposed to kill your darlings, babe, not give 'em the one punch and call it quits Rio: Whatever, have you sufficiently proved to yourself how un-nice you can be too now or? Buster: It's about what you don't wanna prove to yourself though, more than anything else Buster: You're scared if you really hurt me, you'll like it Buster: And you don't want that 'cause you do care, even if it's only for the me in your memories Rio: I'm not scared of that, or to admit I care, because I'm not a sociopath Rio: we're related, like it or not Buster: I'm not a sociopath just 'cause I don't like the fact we're related Rio: You'll get over it Buster: You're supposed to say, 'nah you're a sociopath 'cause....' I've probably got loads of the traits you could pick from Buster: But since you didn't, what if I can't? Rio: I don't think you are one, your narcissistic trait will take that blow hard, I know Rio: There's no choice Rio: I've got plenty of relatives I like less than you, as you're aware Rio: they don't just go away, even if you try to Buster: There are always choices and there are always gonna be relatives I like less than you Buster: But Rio, what if I can't get over this? Rio: Don't take the piss Buster: I mean it, you know I do Rio: Then you know I don't have an answer Buster: You have to if I don't Rio: The only way blood doesn't matter is if the person fucks up so spectacularly you can disown them Rio: even then, not really Rio: so yeah, have some kids you don't want, acquire a drug habit that you do Buster: I've got the latter, I can't say it's especially helping Rio: not really though Rio: just at parties, yeah Buster: You don't have to worry about me Rio: I'm not, just asked a question Buster: I go to parties all the time so it's hardly an occasional thing, but alright, to answer your question, yeah Rio: everyone does though, like Rio: that's alright, that's normal Buster: Only you would find a way to be insulting and reassuring at the same time Rio: Yeah, I'm well sorry if you thought you and your friends were unique Buster: Not those cunts, just me Rio: That's very nice Buster: So are they Rio: Why are you friends with them? Buster: If not those cunts then a bunch of others Rio: But I'm afraid to be alone? Buster: [a big Fearghal style loud lol] Buster: Touché Rio: [shaking her head like 😏] Buster: You reckon I should be more like Nance then, yeah? Isolate myself and pretend human connection is unneccessary Rio: Obviously not Rio: No one wants to be alone Buster: No one's good enough for me, babe Buster: You were the first to prove it Rio: Fuck off Rio: you so obviously fit right in with your friends, that's the truth Buster: I give it 110% same as everything else Rio: I never had any doubt Buster: Good Rio: Even if I had, your socials leave little to be desired in the twat factor Buster: And yet, you can't look away Rio: if you think a car crash is aspirational Buster: You may be one of my poor relations, that doesn't make me a poster boy Buster: Find your own access to high society, Eliza Rio: I'm not your anything Rio: and I've got no interest in that either Buster: Well done then, on both counts Rio: Bye now Buster: For now Rio: Unfortunately Buster: Fuck off Rio: excuse you? Buster: Lie better or don't bother Rio: You can pretend I'm just devastated to see you go, if it makes you happy Buster: That isn't something I need to pretend Rio: There you go, head in the ☁s again Rio: you're welcome Buster: You wish Buster: Stop daydreaming about me, the nights are already so fucking long Rio: You're lucky I don't tell people how weird you are Buster: Go ahead Rio: You think I won't Buster: I dare you Rio: Don't Buster: I double dare you Rio: You know I can't Rio: no one would believe just how weird you are Buster: You can do anything you want, you just have to want it more than you care about what the consequences are/could be Rio: I'm sure they'd just put you in very expensive therapy Buster: And I wouldn't have to see you any more Rio: That's what you want then Buster: Don't you? Rio: I already said, there are people I dislike more around Buster: You know there's only so many boyfriends you can parade in front of me before I kill one Rio: You're not going to kill anyone, you're not a sociopath, remember Rio: and I'm not parading anyone, they're just there Buster: Just saying, like Buster: You might wanna reconsider your rankings Buster: And I didn't say I wouldn't feel guilt or whatever else Rio: Of course you wanna be on top Buster: You don't want me to be? Rio: Why would I want that, Buster? Buster: You know why Rio: Not when me and all the wasted Summers as kids are nothing but a footnote Buster: Don't Rio: You said it Buster: What would you rather I said? Buster: Tell me Rio: Not every thought in my head Buster: Come on Rio: What do you want me to say? Buster: A thought in your head, not every Rio: Alright Rio: you're pretty drunk, that's what I'm thinking Buster: I'm not that drunk, if that's what's stopping you Rio: I could say more if you were Buster: I'll find some brandy, you can say it at my funeral Rio: Things aren't that dire, come on Rio: they're quite a sweet couple Buster: If you say so Rio: you don't think so? Buster: I don't know what kind of couple they are Buster: I barely know them Rio: Yeah but it's a nice story Rio: very boy/girl next door romcom Buster: Knowing what you want in the first place is a better story Buster: They wasted years they could've been together Rio: They might not have been right for each other before Buster: If you're right for each other then you are Buster: You do whatever it takes Rio: Maybe Rio: sometimes you can't Buster: They were the only things stopping themselves Rio: So you can't be happy for them? Buster: I didn't say I wasn't Rio: You still want a supermodel wife then Buster: I don't care what she does, it's not about that Rio: What is it about Buster: What she's like, obviously Rio: You have grown up Buster: It's what happens, yeah Buster: Unless you die Rio: Cheery Buster: I told you, I ain't the entertainment Rio: Alright Buster: Don't marry him Rio: I'm not marrying anyone Buster: Ever? Rio: I mean right now, we're 14, for God's sake Buster: You can't marry him now, I'm saying don't marry him when you're old enough to Rio: we've not been going out long Rio: who knows where I'll be or with who when I even think about that Buster: You fancied him back then though, when I was gonna marry a supermodel Buster: I know you did Rio: that's not what I was trying to say with Rio: I don't think I'll marry him Rio: it's just nice for the people it happens to Rio: like your mum and dad too Buster: Probably use an alternative word to nice if you say anything about it to them Rio: I wasn't planning to Rio: not got a deathwish Buster: [😏] Buster: It wouldn't be very cheery, having one Rio: Doesn't mean I'm the entertainment Rio: just polite Buster: Just as well, polite isn't entertaining Rio: If I wanted to entertain you, I could Buster: But you don't Rio: don't I Buster: Do you? Rio: be well weird if I wanted to, wouldn't it Buster: Depends who you ask Rio: You're the only one in this chat Rio: but not in the room Buster: Rio Rio: yes Buster: Do you wanna dance with me or not? Rio: We could do that Rio: that wouldn't be weird Buster: [comes over and we back on that wrist holding bullshit because of course we are, like you could just let her walk over to wherever you're gonna dance but no] Buster: [stop pulling her around boy you'll give yourself away] Rio: [we all know she's so shamelessly #intoit so good luck keeping this casual] Buster: [remember where you are and that your whole family is here please] Rio: [we know we're starting with a pretense of dancing 'near' each other but just keep 'accidentally' touching and getting closer] Buster: [shamelessly love that] Rio: [like you can't outright slow dance can you even if you really wanna] Buster: [we'll let you at the party but there's no chance of getting away with it in front of the fam unless you somehow did a Twilight prom moment outside lol] Rio: [wish some of these kids would take the initiative to 'force' you to like you're getting fake married lmao] Buster: [@Grace it's your time to shine babe] Rio: [god bless] Buster: [realistically her boyfriend is probably gonna appear to dance with her properly and Buster is gonna be livid] Rio: [sadly, yes, neither of us are thrilled but can't be like no I would rather keep dancing with my cousin so, just sadly watching him go over your mans shoulder] Buster: [he has to go punch something that's not this dude's face] Rio: [don't blame you] Buster: [please don't hurt yourself boy, I know you don't care but it is a wedding thank you] Rio: [at the very least, you don't want the drama of the whole fam being like what happened why etc etc] Buster: [genau dr phil] Rio: [even later, like, Tommy and Meena have pissed off time, which is so weird about traditional weddings] Rio: where are you Buster: Why? Rio: just asking Rio: i wanna know Buster: Well don't Rio: sorry Buster: Where's he? I wanna know Rio: he went home a while ago Rio: paper round in the morning Buster: He's tall for a 10 year old Rio: alright Rio: you can have that one on the house Buster: Why can't he get a real job? He's old enough Buster: Older than you Rio: I don't know Rio: doesn't want one, doesn't need one Rio: his family are minted Buster: Who the fuck doesn't want one? Rio: Are you gonna get one? Rio: he's focusing on school, like Buster: What's he focusing on a paper round for too then, cardio? Rio: Probably Rio: why are we even talking about this, it's so boring Buster: Why are you even going out with him, if he's so boring? Rio: do you actually want to know, really Buster: Yeah I do Rio: 'cos it's easy, simple, straightforward Buster: Jesus Christ Rio: what Buster: What do you mean, what? Buster: Can you hear yourself Rio: There's literally nothing wrong with that Buster: If you're a divorced mother of two looking to get back out there Buster: Instead of like, the hottest girl I've ever seen Rio: you can't say that Buster: I can say whatever the fuck I want Buster: I can't do anything Rio: you're Rio: this is a headfuck Buster: It always has been Rio: I know Buster: Yeah Rio: that's why we need easy Buster: Fuck that Rio: fine, be better than me Buster: There is no better than you Rio: Buster Rio: just Buster: I don't care Buster: It's true Rio: we can't do anything with this Rio: what do we do Buster: You should know anyway Buster: How I feel and how I don't Rio: you aren't as good a liar as you'd like Rio: you can't just talk away this, or one of us would've Buster: I mean you should hear it from me Buster: Instead of all the bullshit you have to Rio: okay Rio: I'm listening Buster: When I see you I can barely stay standing but when I don't, I can't fucking breathe Buster: If I was anyone else I wouldn't win the fight, it'd get called off Rio: I miss you, like, I always miss you, since we were little Buster: It's just constant Buster: Everyone acts like it's meant to get better, or worse Rio: we should've grown out of it by now Rio: probably Buster: Don't Rio: I can't Rio: and I don't think I want to, even if I could Buster: I know what I want, I'm not a kid Rio: you want a lot of things Rio: if we Rio: that could fuck up all the rest Buster: Yeah Rio: but Rio: do you ever feel like Rio: if we did, it'd be less obvious somehow Rio: I feel as blatant as you say I am Buster: I don't reckon it could be any more obvious, whatever we do Buster: Is that why your boyfriend left? Rio: Sort of Rio: he wanted me to go with him but I didn't feel like it Rio: for obvious reasons Buster: I'm not sorry Rio: I know you aren't Rio: I don't need you to be either Buster: What do you need from me then? Rio: I want you Rio: to admit you want me too Buster: You said I want loads of things, but none of them matter as much as you Rio: what if no one would talk to us again Buster: I'll talk to you and you'll talk to me Rio: promise Rio: you can't ignore me Buster: You're right, I can't Rio: you do though Rio: so don't Buster: I swear Rio: okay Buster: It will be okay Rio: when have you ever been okay with okay Buster: Touché Buster: Fine, it'll be the best Rio: it would be though Buster: I know Rio: think about it Buster: I've been thinking about it for days Buster: I went to a party last night to try and stop Rio: did it work Buster: 'Course not Buster: I don't want it enough Rio: I don't want him enough Rio: I said it's easy Rio: but it's the opposite, actually Rio: on paper, it should be but when I actually have to do it Buster: You don't live on paper Buster: And you don't have to be with him Rio: we have to try, don't we Buster: We have Rio: how is just seeing you better than anything anyone else has ever done Buster: I'm better than anyone else Rio: you just want me to say it back Buster: That's not why I said it, but obviously you will, when I prove it to you Rio: I wish Buster: [a location that a wedding guest should not remotely be like an office or storage closet or whatever where he's been] Rio: have you been there this whole time Buster: Why is that all you've got to say to me? Rio: You know I'm coming Rio: I started this conversation asking where you were Buster: How long ago did he leave? Rio: not long after Tommy and Meena did Rio: whenever that was Buster: You just wanted to keep me waiting then Rio: that's not what I want at all Buster: Good Rio: you know what I want, yeah? Buster: I know exactly what you want Rio: and you're gonna give it to me, right? Buster: I'm gonna give you everything Buster: Including things you didn't know you wanted Rio: Jesus Buster: Rio Rio: you can say that out loud for me Rio: we've not been that alone in Rio: forever, maybe Buster: We've never been this alone Rio: it's weird Rio: how many memories I have that feel like just me and you Rio: but they couldn't have been, really Buster: 'Cause that's how we wanted it Rio: bit mean, really Rio: but I'm always with my brother and sisters Buster: I don't care Rio: it's hard to, right now Rio: and then Rio: you were more fun Buster: I still am Rio: you can prove that Rio: if I ever escape everyone trying to stop and talk to me Buster: Don't make me have to come and get you Buster: We may have been blatant but we can't be stupid Rio: I know Rio: even if you did make that sound really tempting Rio: unfair Buster: I'll do it, I just want you to know that I know it's not a good idea Rio: I'll be good Rio: but only in a fun way, obviously Buster: You don't have fuck all to prove to me, you know that, yeah? Rio: yeah Rio: a bit though Buster: I'm serious Buster: You've never been boring, not even close Rio: I'm still gonna make this the best you've ever Buster: It will be 'cause it's you Rio: I need you to feel how badly I want you Buster: I've wanted you for so long Rio: how long Rio: tell me Buster: Come on Buster: You know it's always been you Rio: remind me Buster: Any girl I've ever touched, I've never even wanted to unless I'm thinking about you Rio: I can't stop my brain from thinking about you Rio: how much better it would be if it was you Rio: how much I'd rather Buster: Don't stop thinking about me Buster: If this is the only chance we get or if it's not Buster: Whatever happens, whatever I say or do when I sober up Rio: I can't anyway Rio: even if you were the worst person in the world Buster: I have been a cunt Buster: I'm sorry Rio: forget about it Rio: me too Rio: we know why Buster: No, listen Rio: but it's okay Buster: It's not okay Buster: I love you Rio: you can't just take all this back Rio: just 'cos we're drunk Buster: It'll still be how I feel whether I'm drunk or not Rio: I mean you know I'm not going to forget Buster: Good, don't Buster: I'm in love with you Rio: I've imagined you saying that Rio: so many times Buster: It's real now Buster: I mean, it always has been real for me, but I'm actually saying it, no takebacks Rio: [gonna have you turn up now] Buster: [how obviously he would've trashed whatever this room is when he was mad and sad lol] Rio: [just looking at the room then at him 'cos we doing this] Buster: [using whatever to block the door because you haven't waited this long to risk getting interrupted however unlikely that is given how long he's been in there and how far away they are from the wedding shit] Rio: [gonna say it's an office type moment so it can be a desk and you can hop up on that] Buster: [because your height difference is ridiculous and also that's a mood] Rio: ['is this really happening?'] Buster: [kissing her really intensely so she knows it is and let's take a moment to appreciate and contrast that to their awkward childish first one and die] Rio: [when you'd be dying because how good it is confirms everything like oh shit] Buster: [we know it'd be the same for him so thank god you don't have to worry about being quiet because he is the loudest character we have lol] Rio: [if there was ever a time and a place for a first time moment tbh] Buster: [love it for you guys even though he's gonna have to tell her to take off her own dress so he doesn't rip it cos we that extra and peeps would notice that however drunk and oblivious they have been thusfar] Rio: [when you're so 😍 about that though] Buster: [no chill ever gotta start as you mean to go on] Rio: [likewise, just taking the opportunity to tell him everything you ain't been allowed in between kisses] Buster: [same cos he's already dropped the L word before she even got there so we know he can't shut his damn mouth] Rio: [there's no way she ain't saying it back in person] Buster: [I'm the opposite of mad about it] Rio: [when you can't pretend you don't, like it's just all out there now you've started, tomorrow will be interesting] Buster: [good lord I hope at least you can manage to keep the bruises to a minimum/out of sight of the boyfriend she still has because yeah there's gonna be enough to deal with] Rio: [good luck with that lmao] Buster: [gurl you gonna have to work some makeup magic we all know it] Rio: [or just avoid him like we know you wanna] Buster: [please dump him asap though] Rio: [we clearly are and it'll probably be messy 'cos thinks you've liked him for ages and like yeah you been cute but also not really] Buster: [soz boy but also not soz boy] Rio: [you'll survive honey] Buster: [but for them what is the craic like are y'all gonna stay barricaded in here forever or go back to the reception like nothing happened or go home like you have not thought this through] Rio: [you can probably stay in here 'til one of your parents texts like excuse me where are you, and that'll probably be to go home] Buster: [realistically Baze will wanna go home before Ali cos her and Tommy are besties and baze are antisocial bastards lol] Rio: [exactly dr phil, when you just both gotta think about that like okay] Buster: [giving her his jacket cos 1. he wants her to have it because this may never happen again/all the reminders as if you haven't literally left bruises boy please 2. nobody would question why he doesn't have it/she does because the state of them all and the fact it's not an inherently coupley thing to do necessarily 3. if she had to she could say it was her boyfriends because he is also a rich boy and boys suits lowkey always look the same unless you go wild with it 4. that'll give her a reason to have to see him again/strike up a convo which he obvs wants and so do we] Rio: [1. yes 2. yes 3. yes 4. yes that is all, do we wanna have any more drunk chatting 'cos easily could or do we wanna skip to the AM] Buster: [I think we should to show they're not like instantly regretting/ignoring each other cos that's not the mood like all the goodbye kisses as soon as he realises he can't just ignore the fam/actually has to go would be EVERYTHING] Rio: [truly, hence he's barely out the door and] Rio: I miss you Buster: I love you Rio: I love you a lot Buster: I love you more than anything else Rio: You're making me so happy Buster: Good Rio: I wish I coulda gone with you Buster: You are coming with me, just not in person Rio: Yeah, I know Rio: I just like you best in person Buster: I'll see you tomorrow Rio: What are we doing? Buster: Whatever you want Rio: you then, cool 😋 Rio: might be willing to make a more detailed plan in the AM, see how I feel Buster: I'm fine with plan A Rio: It'd be really beyond awkward if you were regretting it already Rio: so I'm glad to hear it Buster: Being forced to leave, not doing it sooner, how I've treated you for the past however fucking long, that shit is what I regret Rio: We'll find time to make up for the lost now Rio: you're here for a bit, yeah? Buster: Yeah Rio: Good Rio: it won't be that hard to find time and opportunity to be alone somewhere Rio: can't force family fun on us constantly Rio: they'll be recovering from this majority of the time Buster: They can't force fuck all on me, I came 'cause I wanted to see you Rio: Well, I'm very glad you did Buster: Me too Rio: I swear I'm dreaming Buster: You're not, babe Buster: I can still taste you Rio: Fuck Rio: that makes me weak Buster: Everything you do makes me weak Buster: Just as well you can't tell anyone, like Rio: Who, me? 😏 Rio: I'd rather it was just for me anyway Buster: Yeah, you Buster: You know exactly what you're doing Buster: That dress, for example Rio: If you're going to ignore me, I have to make sure it's as hard as it is for me to ignore you Rio: the smallest but only victory I reckoned available to me Buster: I understand not reckoning I was gonna rip it off you but don't sell yourself too short Rio: so, you're only human, and everyone's looking Rio: but you know I wore it for you Buster: I do, so just this once I'll forgive you for saying I'm only human Rio: 😂 Rio: we can brainstorm what I can call you instead then Buster: Like, if you were disappointed in any of what I just did, you could've just said so Buster: Don't have to humble me that hard Rio: Oh, please Rio: you know what you just did Rio: and that I've not recovered, can't see it happening any time soon Buster: It's taken me years to try and recover from the first time we kissed, I'm not sure you'll find me that sympathetic, given that I never did succeed Rio: I get it, I'm not sorry for that either Rio: even if I should be Rio: only sorry we didn't do it more than once Buster: I should've kissed you every day after that Rio: You should've Buster: You know failure isn't an option for me though Rio: It wasn't a failure Buster: It wasn't good enough, that's the same thing Rio: it still made me feel Rio: everything Buster: But you're flawless, it needed to be perfect Rio: I wasn't any better, it was both our first time Rio: how could you have done any better, at, how old were we even Buster: If I hadn't been a pussy about it then it would've been better Rio: well, I still thought about it every time I touched myself after so Rio: I'm not mad about it Buster: Jesus, don't say shit like that when I can't touch myself at the thought of you doing it, you're supposed to be the one with good manners Rio: but you like it when I forget them Buster: Yeah but there's a time and a place and it's not right now in this car with my entire family Rio: 🤐 Rio: sorry Buster: No you're not Rio: I could be persuaded to be Rio: but I like thinking about it a lot, so it'll take a lot Buster: Tell me Rio: Tell you how much it'll take or how much I like thinking about it and exactly what Buster: Tell me what you like to think about and I'll decide if I want you to be sorry or not Rio: What haven't I thought about you, that's an easier question Rio: all the things I want you to do to me, everything I'm going to do for you Buster: Your boyfriend gives you easy, I know what you actually need Rio: you do Rio: you're better than a boyfriend Buster: I told you, I'm better than anyone Buster: Except you Rio: I'll show you that I know Buster: So how many of 'em did I do, these things you want? Rio: I'm pretty perverted Rio: we won't run out of scenarios or settings any time soon Buster: Is that a promise? Rio: Yes Rio: if you want it to be Buster: I want you here but I'll take that Rio: tomorrow Rio: I'm going to be so desperate for you Buster: Fuck that, I'll call you when I get back Rio: You know I'll still be at this party Buster: So go back to where we were Rio: Tell me when you're back, if I go now I won't be able to wait for you Buster: You don't have to wait for me Rio: I do Rio: I want you to fuck me and yourself at the same time Buster: Have I fallen asleep? Buster: I've definitely had this dream Rio: if you were asleep, I could make you cum Rio: can't be blamed for a wet dream Buster: If I'm not, I'll pretend to be Buster: Only my mum and dad aren't Rio: do you know how to be quiet though, babe Buster: I can do anything Rio: then can you think about me being there with you in the car Rio: tell me how you want me Buster: If you're on my lap I can be quiet Rio: I'll have a lot more bruises to show for it Rio: but I want that Buster: Any sounds I did end up making would only be for you to hear, I know you want that too Rio: They are just for me Buster: They haven't always been, our neighbours have definitely heard me before, but now they are Buster: And they're always 'cause of you Rio: I love how loud you are Rio: I wanna hear it more Buster: Tomorrow Rio: but for now, I can make noise for the both of us Buster: Yeah, be really loud for me Rio: I will Rio: though if I'm on your lap you'll have to try and make me quiet Buster: It's okay, I'll give you my fingers to suck, it'll keep you so quiet Rio: 🥺😳🤤 Rio: please Buster: Say it again Rio: Buster, please Rio: I want you inside me in every way possible at once Rio: you can't be close enough Buster: Fuck Rio: I can almost feel it Buster: Tell me what it feels like Rio: like I can't breathe, can't think, like all I can feel is what you're doing to my pussy, how fucking good it feels Buster: But you can feel what you're doing to me too, can't you? Rio: Of course, how could I not Rio: you're really big Buster: And everyone moves loads in their sleep Buster: I can't be blamed for that either Rio: Not at all Rio: and I can't be blamed that there's no room in the car but on you Buster: 'Course not Rio: though obviously, I wouldn't want a seat if there was one Buster: Obviously, you want what I want Rio: you know I don't have any underwear on, don't you Buster: I can tell Buster: It's allowed to be the one thing you're allowed to make easy, I reckon Rio: I can't help but be easy for you Rio: if you don't like it, you'll have to teach me a lesson Buster: You're so wet that you can easily take all of me but that's my fault, not yours, I can't help doing things that I know you'll really like Buster: Or that I want to give you everything Rio: I'm ready for you, daddy Buster: You love me, yeah? Rio: I love you so much Rio: you're just Rio: you're mine, aren't you? Buster: I'm yours and you're mine Rio: I'm all yours Rio: for always Buster: Forever Buster: It's always been me and you and that's never gonna change Rio: Promise Rio: I need you to stay with me Buster: I'll swear on whatever you want me to Buster: You know I need you more Rio: I'll believe you, because the alternative is not and I can't handle that Rio: I want this so badly, however we make it happen and work Buster: You can trust me Buster: Whatever it takes, I'll literally do anything for you Buster: There's never been a time when I wouldn't have Rio: Don't leave me again, okay Rio: I'm too happy right now Buster: There are no words good enough, I'll prove that I'm not going to with my actions though, okay? Rio: Okay Rio: I do trust you, really, and I do know, knew, how you felt this whole time, really Rio: it's just a headfuck how fast we've gone from the pretense to none at all Buster: I can't remember wanting to go anywhere without you, not for a single day from when my memory starts Buster: It was a headfuck how much of my life revolved around being with you or wishing I could be Buster: But I'm not a kid any more, I'm not scared Buster: And nobody can tell me what to do Rio: I thought I could make your life better, and mine too, I won't pretend it was entirely selfless, if we kept as much distance as possible Rio: that those thoughts and feelings would go away, that it'd be better for you to hate me, even if that fucking killed me Rio: but it just, didn't work, nothing was better Rio: lots of shit was much worse, and I missed you like hell Buster: I know Buster: I've been able to do everything I've ever decided I wanted to and loads of things I just had to, really fucking well, except not love you Rio: you can love me now Rio: shouldn't I be the only person who's say so matters Rio: I want you to Rio: and to love you back Buster: You're the only person who matters to me like that, end of story Rio: we'd be good together Rio: everyone would think so if things were different Buster: You were my best friend too, you know that, even my fucking twin couldn't understand me the way you did Buster: Whenever something happened whether it was shit or good I just wanted to tell you Buster: We were good together, they made things different, took all of that away from me Rio: I know Rio: we can have that again, if nothing else Rio: why shouldn't we Rio: you can tell me anything Buster: Fuck everyone else Buster: I hate them Rio: No you don't, not everyone Buster: Alright, the majority then Rio: 😏 okay, probably Rio: but shh Buster: Don't shh me, you just said I could tell you anything Rio: I suppose I did Rio: you didn't realize I'm a really crap girlfriend Buster: I've already realised that's bullshit Rio: Dan would probably disagree Rio: if he knew, like Buster: Yeah well, he'd love to disagree with me purely for the sake of doing so Buster: And I'd rather we had fuck all in common Rio: I mean, more like the bruises he didn't give me but you know Rio: I'll dump him Rio: when you've gone Buster: That's his own fault, if you were my girlfriend I wouldn't leave without you Rio: I didn't want to go Buster: He should've stayed with you then Rio: I didn't want that either Buster: Behave, you know what I'm saying Rio: I'm just saying Rio: not as stupid as you reckon Buster: Him or you? Rio: him Rio: I don't think you called me stupid, not tonight anyway Buster: Is that why you like him? Buster: It shouldn't be, 'cause if anything he's stupider than I reckoned for not being willing to put up a fight for you Rio: No Rio: it's just, I already knew him, when we came back properly Rio: didn't really know anyone else Buster: And you already fancied him Rio: not really Rio: he was cute but Rio: you didn't put me on your list either Buster: I could've told you puberty wasn't gonna do him as many favours as me Buster: I'm not that stupid, babe, then or now Buster: I know I can't marry you Rio: it was just a game Rio: you could've pretended Buster: I don't wanna pretend with you Rio: Do you even want all this Rio: you know, the wedding, the church Buster: I want you Buster: Nobody's gonna let us celebrate it by buying us toasters and champagne flutes, but if we could, I would Rio: yeah Rio: it don't matter Buster: We still belong to each other Buster: And I still choose you Rio: I'd rather have you than any of that Buster: It doesn't have to be either/or Buster: It can't look like theirs but we can do whatever we want in secret Rio: you're so cute Buster: I'm just saying, if you want something I'll get it for you Buster: Whatever it is Buster: I'm not your shit boyfriend, I don't give up Rio: you don't need to get me anything Rio: just stay in my life, that's all Rio: even if you have to marry a supermodel Buster: If I can't marry you, I won't get married Rio: it's a deal Buster: Okay Rio: I love you, Buster Buster: I've missed you so much Rio: I know Rio: I haven't even asked how you've been Rio: what you've been doing, 'cos it's been forever Buster: Don't Rio: I don't wanna know or you don't wanna say Rio: or both Buster: You already know Rio: but you're alright, yeah? Buster: I never settle for just alright, do I? Rio: you know what I mean Buster: What do you want me to say? Rio: you don't have to lie Rio: tell me how I can make it better though Buster: It is better now Buster: Like I said earlier, you don't have to worry about me Buster: Even if it wasn't better, I can handle that Rio: 😔 Buster: Come on Rio: 🥺 Rio: okay Buster: Please don't be sad Rio: I just can't think of you being sad Buster: I'm not any more Buster: I've got you Rio: it'll be better Rio: I'll look after you Buster: I love you Rio: I love you too Rio: I swear I don't even know half the people who are still here Buster: You should be here with me Buster: This house is so fucking quiet Rio: I could easily change that Rio: maybe we can have a sleepover one night Buster: We can Rio: like old times Rio: but better Buster: I won't headbutt you this time, like Rio: 😂 Rio: I appreciate it Buster: Did I ever do anything right as a kid or what? Buster: Fucking hell Rio: Plenty of things Rio: we know there was more stopping us than any awkwardness that happened Buster: Yeah Rio: but fuck that now Rio: they've got no right or need to know Buster: Don't worry, I've learned from my parents what not to do Buster: We won't get caught Rio: neither of us is stupid Rio: I want you too bad to fuck with it Buster: All we have to do is keep things the way they used to be in front of everyone Rio: we've kept it up for ages Rio: at least now, we know it's 100% fake Rio: no doubt Buster: Exactly Rio: You do have to come back more though Rio: or I'll die Buster: I'll think of a reason Rio: Use your big, educated brain, boy 😜 Buster: An idea'll come easily once you're not distracting me Rio: not even sent you any pictures Buster: Me either Buster: But I should shower so Buster: Maybe I will Rio: How many pleases do I have to say to make that maybe a definitely? Buster: Let's see Rio: 🙏 Buster: You have to say it though Rio: Hmm, emojis aren't gonna cut it, noted Rio: Pleeeeaaaaaase Buster: Like you mean it Rio: Insincerity either, okay Rio: Please though Buster: Please, what? Rio: Please send me pictures of you Buster: [does obviously] Rio: More Buster: [he's extra so you know he will] Rio: you're perfect Buster: For you Rio: only for me Buster: Yeah Rio: all for me Buster: I'm all yours now Rio: not gonna take any pictures of my face 'cos I'm just 🥴 now Buster: You're beautiful Rio: That's you Buster: It's not a competition, thank Christ Rio: Awh, baby Rio: I'd let you win Buster: You winning means I win Rio: then you're so welcome Buster: Good Rio: [sends pics from the desk] Buster: We're gonna have to break back in before I leave Rio: or find another desk Buster: I'm looking at one right now, trying to decide whether or not it would break Buster: You'll have to tell me what you think, when you come over Rio: oh Rio: or we could just try and hope for the best Buster: Okay, I'll protect you if it does collapse Rio: I know you will Rio: you love me Buster: And you trust me Rio: with my life Buster: I'll never let anything or anyone hurt you Rio: Only you Rio: and only how I like it Rio: 'cos you know me better than anyone Buster: Some of those bruises are gonna be there after I've left Rio: mhmm Rio: they need to be Rio: I need all the reminders we can get away with Buster: You can have as many as I've got time to give you Rio: you're so lovely 🥰 Rio: I'll take pictures every day, show you how they're healing Buster: Don't forget Rio: Never Rio: when they've nearly disappeared, you come back, yeah Buster: 'Course Rio: 🧡 Buster: Rio Rio: yeah? Buster: Tomorrow, things won't just go back to the way they were before, will they? Rio: I can't do it Rio: I seriously can't Buster: You know I mean everything I've said, yeah? Rio: Yes, and I'm not going to forget any of it Buster: Please don't Rio: I promise Buster: I'll say it all again if I have to but Rio: How could I forget Rio: when I've wanted to hear all of this for so long Buster: You know why Rio: but we can do it Rio: we can keep this secret Rio: I can't go back, can't do what we were Rio: I was bad at it Buster: We both were Buster: And you know how much I fucking hate being bad at things Rio: So, jump with me Rio: you can't keep one foot on the ledge, like Buster: That a dare? Rio: I'd rather you want it, if it's all the same to you Rio: but I can't say I'm above it Buster: You're all I want Buster: The rest, it's not just for me Rio: then I'm yours and that's all there is to it Rio: we'll work out logistics in the morning Buster: If you aren't still there, like Rio: 🙄 Rio: the twins are 💤 in the coats Buster: My dad had to carry Ava in, she wasn't waking up for anything or anyone Rio: Don't blame her Rio: I'm about my ma's size but don't reckon I'm getting away with it Buster: Are you tired, baby? Rio: You know I am, its your fault Buster: I can carry you tomorrow Rio: I'm gonna dream about it Buster: If I can fall asleep, I will too Rio: I'll make sure you do first Rio: manners, babe Buster: I don't think that's the reputation I want though Rio: who am I telling suddenly 🤨 Buster: Not the point is it Rio: You don't need to prove anything to me Rio: there's nothing you haven't already, like Buster: There's always more to prove Rio: I won't complain Rio: show me how good you are so I can't ever forget Rio: 🤤🤤🤤 Buster: [a video because we starting as we mean to go on as being extra bitches] Rio: BABY Buster: I told you Rio: but Rio: that's not allowed Buster: Are you complaining after you said you wouldn't? Rio: No Rio: What's the opposite of complaining? Buster: So you approve? Buster: I'll take the praise then Rio: My nan will love you even more Rio: got me on my knees Buster: Another reason to keep the secret as I obviously can't risk losing her admiration Rio: Obviously Rio: though I'd love the chance to get her to hate me more Buster: We can do that Rio: can we? Buster: You know me, trouble follows me anywhere, it's not limited to Chelsea's confines Rio: Stop tempting me, but don't ever Buster: It's a deal, babe Rio: You have no idea how bored I was without you around Buster: Yeah I do, I've had to entertain myself Buster: Nobody else can come close to keeping up Rio: well you are very entertaining Rio: so I'm jealous of you, if anything Buster: You and everyone else who has had the privilege of meeting me, like Rio: 😏 Rio: you're adorable Buster: Seriously though, all the girls I was talking to earlier were so fucking boring Rio: earlier today or in general Buster: I meant earlier, as in when you were busy with your boyfriend, but it's not any different in general Rio: Hmm Buster: What? Rio: Nothing Buster: Come on Rio: Really, nothing Buster: Bullshit Buster: Say what you wanna say Rio: I just don't like thinking about it Buster: It's not something you have to think about any more Rio: I know, just being stupid Buster: Don't Buster: You're not stupid Buster: I shouldn't have said it, I just meant that I'm lucky to have you Rio: I really know, ignore me, well, ignore that Buster: No Buster: 'Cause if I ignore it you'll still be thinking about it, but without telling me that you are Buster: Then I can't make you feel better Rio: I don't want you to think I'm like that though Buster: Would you rather I think you don't care? Rio: No Rio: you know I do though Rio: but I'm not a crazy bitch, or only a bit Buster: I wanted to kill your boyfriend as soon as I saw you with him, I don't reckon there's any room for me to judge Rio: that's what I wanted though, at least partly Buster: I'll happily kill him for you, it'd be easy Rio: 🙄 that is NOT what I meant, let the record show Rio: asking you to commit murder seems like a further down the line deal tbh but appreciate the level of commitment, baby Buster: Let the record show that I'm planning to say he started it by smacking me with a newspaper Buster: And also that I know exactly what you actually meant Rio: 😂 Rio: point is, it's only my business if you make it so, and you didn't bring no plus one so Buster: You wouldn't have been jealous if I had Buster: It's too obvious that I don't give a shit Rio: I definitely would have Rio: it doesn't take much, not with you Buster: Maybe but so would whoever this hypothetical girl is 'cause wherever you are is the only place I'm looking Rio: Risky Rio: lucky boys aren't that bright usually Rio: or maybe no one's mind goes there, you know Buster: If hers had it'd be easy to turn around, but gaslighting isn't really my idea of a fun night Rio: can think of better Buster: You and me both Rio: though now isn't the perfect time for vivid fuck flashbacks as it looks like my mum might actually be ready to go Buster: I reckon you meant to say that actually there couldn't be a more perfect time Rio: damn, payback is swift Rio: I just forgot you were in the car with your fam, I swear 🤞 Buster: [hitting her with all those reminders of everything that happened in such glorious detail because he is that bitch 100% like okay if your memory is that 'unreliable' don't forget that this or this happened] Rio: like Rio: I deserved that but I don't deserve you Rio: oh my God Buster: You deserve more Buster: [Hitting her with everything he's gonna do to her tomorrow because 100% that bitch too] Rio: Buster Buster: Rio Rio: I want you now Rio: be here Buster: I'm here Rio: Make me feel better Buster: [we're obvs going in even harder with what it would be like if they were actually together rn, he may not have jimothy's way with words but the enthusiasm and urgency are unparalleled] Rio: I'm gonna need your fingers again Rio: or my lips are gonna be unholy big from the bruising Buster: Then you better take 'em Buster: Or I'll have to just kiss you everywhere else tomorrow Rio: can't I have both? Buster: 'Course you can Rio: You spoil me Buster: You deserve that too Rio: I am being really good Buster: How good? Rio: My legs are crossed and my mouth is 🤐 Rio: you'd be proud Buster: Oh I am Buster: I'm very proud of you, baby Rio: Daddy 😖 Rio: you're making me squirmy Buster: No, keep still Rio: I'm trying so hard Rio: but every time I think of you kissing me all over Buster: You're gonna need to try harder until I can actually be there to keep you still myself Buster: Do it for me now and no matter what, I won't stop kissing you when we're back together Rio: I'll do it Rio: not do it, actually Rio: hands to myself, I promise Buster: You know I trust you Rio: I wanna cover your whole face in kisses Buster: I love kissing you Rio: we can do it all day, can't we Buster: Yeah Rio: I'll never get tired of your face Rio: you're so pretty Buster: It's been so hard not to look at you Rio: you're going to struggle even more now you've seen everything Buster: I know Rio: I can send you pictures of how I'm really looking underneath Rio: make it even harder 😋 Buster: Can you? Rio: Right now? Buster: Right now Rio: [the sneakiest of partial nudes you can manage rn] Buster: Jesus Rio: if Edie was 💤 I could do better but Buster: It's even hotter that you did that even though she's not Rio: You told me to Rio: I'll do anything for you Buster: How early can you meet me? Rio: Depends what we're doing Rio: separately or otherwise, 'cos that changes the answer Buster: My mum and dad won't be keeping tabs on where I'm going or who with Rio: Mine either Rio: but I don't usually go out with my friends at the crack of dawn, sadly Buster: Haven't you ever accompanied him on his paper round? Rio: No, I'm not losing beauty-sleep for that Rio: but I will pretend to, that's a good idea Buster: You should get some actual sleep then Rio: no Buster: Behave, by the time you get home it'll almost be time to leave again Rio: but if I'm bad, you'll have to come get me sooner, right? Buster: Keep doing what you're told, you know that's what'll get you what you want the soonest Rio: Alright, I'll try Rio: even though I feel drunker than I am 'cos of all this Rio: high, like Buster: Me too Buster: The way I feel now, I reckon I could stay awake the full week I'm here and not have any regrets about it Rio: like I literally wanna be with you all the time Rio: I missed so much time with you already Buster: Fuck it, we'll stay up Buster: You're better than a load of lines, I won't even need 'em Rio: we can get 'em, if you want Buster: Do you want to? Rio: I'm not just saying no, like Rio: might need 'em, could be fun Buster: Okay Rio: Ryan'll get it, give him a shout when we wanna Buster: 'Course he will Rio: ? Buster: The cunt thinks he's in love with you, you do know that, yeah? Rio: he's just full-on Rio: probably all the coke Buster: No, he's full on and in love with you Rio: he can't be, we've barely had a 1x1 chat in our lives Buster: Like I said, he thinks he is Buster: He don't have to know you well for that Rio: well anyway, he gets decent gear, that's all that matters, yeah Buster: So I won't beat the shit out of him until after he's handed it over, fine Rio: your schedule is too full to be beating up anyone, 'scuse you Buster: It'll barely take a second Rio: second too long, sorry Rio: I'm that needy Buster: Is Edie asleep yet? Rio: Lemme see Rio: you know when you 👀 someone too hard and it's like they feel it then they're 👀 right back Rio: she always does that, so gotta be sneaky about it Buster: I always thought Nance or Junior were doing that but every time they were actually just sleeping Rio: Seriously Rio: slightly worrying how much they could sleep through Rio: but also good to know 😏 Buster: It only seems like they slept shit loads 'cause we never did Buster: I was fighting it until the last second so I could spend more of them with you Rio: Me too Rio: I don't even feel like that kid anymore, most of the time, thinking about what you said Rio: maybe it doesn't mater but I know I miss it, shit was simpler, if not perfect Buster: It's alright, I remember her, in spite of what I said, and I know she's not gone Rio: Maybe Rio: I think Eds is asleep Buster: Definitely, when you smile at me it's the same one Rio: You'll make me emotional Buster: I don't mean to Rio: I know Rio: just not used to this Buster: What? Rio: It just isn't like this, wasn't Rio: it's just been different, with any boyfriend I've had Buster: Different how? Rio: It's hard to explain Rio: like, they're nice but it's like, shallow, surface level Buster: You don't have to explain, I know what lads are like Rio: more than that though Rio: like it just didn't mean very much to me Buster: You wanted to hear it from me Buster: I'm sorry that I made you wait until tonight Rio: It was worth the wait Buster: You are Rio: You're special Buster: You'll make me emotional Rio: It's okay, baby Buster: I'm not used to feeling any of this Rio: me either Rio: we can slow down if we need Buster: No, I'm not gonna fuck this up Rio: You won't Buster: I can't Rio: No, you can't Buster: I won't lose you again Buster: I wouldn't be able to handle it Rio: Buster, it won't happen, I can promise that Rio: that is the last thing I want, I couldn't want anything less Buster: I'll make sure you don't ever want that to happen Rio: likewise Rio: you won't need anyone else for anything Buster: Unless I wanna have a fight, like Rio: you don't think I can hold my own? how rude Buster: I taught you everything you know, 'course you could Rio: maybe I learnt some new moves since Rio: try me 👊💋 Buster: Well there's no danger of you throwing a newspaper at me, you already told me you haven't been out delivering Rio: Oh my God, it's not MY paper round, let me live 🙄😂 Buster: Get a better boyfriend and I will Rio: I've told you I'm dumping him Buster: Yeah Rio: You really want me to get another one, yeah? Buster: Don't Rio: I don't want another boyfriend, you know that Buster: Nobody but me Rio: No one else, ever Buster: I've deleted them all Buster: Every girl I was talking to before Rio: I love you Buster: I need you Buster: It has to be you Rio: It's me Rio: I'm for you and that won't change Rio: 'cos I always have been Buster: It's not just that I've not felt like this before, it's that I know I won't ever again Buster: For anyone but you Rio: That's how I feel too Buster: If I have to lie every weekend to come back and make this work, I will Rio: There must be a decent excuse Rio: some school-related bullshit that they'll approve of Rio: I'll put my less sleepy more sober brain to it Buster: Me too Rio: what are you doing, are you in bed? Buster: [a bed selfie that he doesn't mean to look adorable in but does cos snuggly] Rio: oh Rio: why are you so sweet Buster: Am I? Rio: 👼 Rio: that's what you look like rn Buster: Well then, I could say I'm going to your nan's church every Sunday Rio: 😂 it's well believable you've found God Rio: if you were actually a good boy she'd probably 💀💀 so double win Buster: Yeah cheers, I've had a religious experience Buster: Now I know what heaven feels like and how hot angels are, I'm converted Rio: Shut up 😏 Rio: God really does do it for 'em, though Rio: they all compete over who can make the best cakes for pastor Rio: dread to think how many of 'em he's having affairs with Buster: Or seeing someone who is everything they'd disapprove of, that's what I'd do if I was him Rio: I don't think you should change your career plans, babe Buster: Religion is less of a career, more of a hobby Rio: is if you're faking it Rio: wonder if they'd go in for that on your uni apps though Buster: Definitely would Rio: you're welcome Rio: +points for multiculturalism if you go to my nan's church Buster: I'll see you there Rio: what's in it for me? Buster: Getting to share a hymn book with me Rio: 🤔 Rio: tempting, I'll definitely think about it Buster: Tempting is me in my church clothes, obviously Rio: Okay, I can't deny that Rio: you looked so good today Buster: You look so fucking good every time I see you Buster: But you should post more, it's really frustrating when you don't Rio: Yeah? Rio: How frustrating? Buster: As frustrating as when you walked away from me earlier and I wasn't allowed to stop you Rio: That bad Rio: that was like Rio: painful how much I didn't want to Buster: Almost as bad as dancing Buster: It's painful any time I can't look at you or touch you Rio: I just wanted to dance with you like anyone else could dance with their partner Rio: but more, obviously Buster: We'll go out before I leave Buster: Do it properly Rio: then we can dance EXACTLY how I wanna Rio: which will be way more frustrating but then we can find some dark corner and you can do something about it Buster: Like I said, I'm having a religious experience Buster: 'Cause that sounds like heaven to me Rio: I can be your angel Rio: if you keep blessing me Buster: You are Rio: You're fucking godlike, baby Buster: If I had the power, you'd be here with me right now Rio: I can be Rio: I can't speak to you Rio: still in the car Rio: but you can give me your sermon, like Buster: Everyone's definitely asleep, yeah? Rio: except the driver Buster: Well yeah, but if his eyes ain't on the road, you're at risk of more than getting caught Rio: He's not looking at me Buster: Good Rio: Please, daddy Rio: let me hear your voice Buster: [we calling and we all know what's up and that it'll be fire so that driver better be chill] Rio: [Ali will be keeping a motherly snoozy eye really she's not that shwasted and irresponsible] Buster: [we love you gal] Rio: [no shame from you two though, from the off] Buster: [literally start as you mean to go on, running so JJ can walk tbh] Rio: [tbh x2] Buster: [you've felt bad about it for long enough lads, I don't blame you for having no shame now] Rio: [you can feel bad when everyone finds out, for now the secret is yours lads] Buster: [they gotta eventually fall asleep together on this phone because literally their thing, we'll wake you when you get home gal] Rio: [absolutely Buster: [do we wanna do our skip in this convo or a new one?] Rio: [hmm, let's do it in this one] Buster: [how are we even gonna lol] Rio: [maybe she hangs up when she gets home 'cos he's snoozing and she doesn't wanna wake him but that wakes him up?] Buster: [good idea] Buster: You're home Rio: Yes Rio: you're meant to be sleeping Buster: No, I'm meant to be staying awake with you Rio: it is unacceptable how perfect you look when you're asleep Rio: how dare you Buster: You look perfect whatever you're doing Buster: I'm not mad Rio: Good Rio: because I'd just hate to have to make it up to you 😋 Buster: I'm spoiling you, remember Buster: Not the other way round Rio: How could I forget when you're so good at it Buster: I won't let you Rio: how did you get me to sleep so fast Buster: Just that good, babe Buster: Like you said Rio: too good for anyone else Buster: Yeah Buster: They don't deserve me Rio: I'll do everything to keep being deserving Buster: You don't have to do anything Buster: You're just that good too Rio: 🥰 Buster: I'm so glad that I'm gonna be able to get to know you again Buster: Properly, like before Rio: It'll be good Rio: to have someone to really talk to and trust Buster: You don't feel like you have that? Rio: it's different Rio: like I have my friends and we can go out and have fun and talk about the day to day Rio: and I've got Mum and June and the girls Rio: but I look after them, I'm not bringing my shit to them, you know Buster: Yeah, I know what you mean Rio: just being the oldest, isn't it Rio: and moving somewhere late, when everyone's been friends for years, it's just not going to be that deep Buster: Exactly Rio: You get it Rio: you're the only childhood friend I have, really Buster: You've got Nance too though Buster: She's not constantly with your brother, to her dismay, like Rio: Yeah, that's true Rio: you know you're different Rio: in lots of ways, not just the obvious Buster: She's probably not secretly in love with you as well, granted Rio: 😂 Don't Rio: I know it doesn't make logical sense Rio: that it'd be the same Rio: but it wouldn't, it's weird to even think that about her Buster: It wouldn't be the same, like you said, in so many ways it can't be Buster: I've always felt like this about you and it's always made sense to me Buster: Why wouldn't I? Rio: I don't see why it's so bad Rio: if someone gets with their childhood sweetheart, people don't say it's fucked up 'cos they 'grew up together' Rio: that's why it's so lovely, you know Rio: we weren't in the same house, we weren't literally raised together day to day in the same way by the same people Rio: maybe I've just talked myself into thinking it's okay because I want it to be but I don't care Rio: if no one knows, no one is getting hurt Buster: It is okay, it's not like you're my sister Buster: That'd be fucked Buster: I saw you less than most people see their childhood friends, which you're right, nobody would have a problem with Buster: If you got with that kid who dared us to kiss, for example, everyone would think it was well sweet and he was a little cunt so Rio: Little cunt is a bit harsh but I see your point 😏 Buster: We've established your memory is unreliable Rio: You wish Buster: He wishes 'cause then you could've ended up with him Rio: I'll have to hunt him down and break the bad news Rio: god knows where he is Buster: Don't Buster: You'll only refuse to let me beat him up either Rio: You can't beat up everyone who's ever known me, babe Rio: I'll never see you Buster: Just the ones that fancy you Rio: Past tense Rio: unless he's really kept it going all these years, which would be slightly worrying Rio: in that case, you might have to Buster: Unless he's had a serious brain injury or a gay awakening it'd be present tense again as soon as you tracked him down Rio: you make me feel so Rio: good Rio: in all the ways Buster: You're flawless, I keep telling you Buster: Fucking beautiful, smart, hilarious, really caring, even to me when I was being a bigger cunt than that kid Rio: that doesn't mean I can handle that without melting into a mess of Rio: I don't even know Buster: I can easily handle carrying you, we also established that, so don't worry Rio: I want it Rio: carry me to the bathroom and take off my makeup because I can't be bothered Buster: Leave it, I'll do it for you for real Rio: You don't care the state I'll be if we do that? Buster: No, 'cause you won't be in one Buster: Flawless is flawless Rio: well, don't say you weren't warned then Buster: I don't need to be warned that your skin isn't naturally shimmery, I'm not an idiot Rio: You're perfect, that's what you are Buster: You do remember where I live, right? You wear less makeup than any other girl I've ever met Rio: 😂 Rio: so many girls at school I wanna politely come at with a makeup wipe Rio: less is  more Buster: I've literally had to throw shirts out and all we did was dance Rio: Don't get me started on the shades of tan Rio: I don't know who they think they're fooling with that orange orange Buster: Ava's gonna start on all this shit soon Buster: Fucking hell Buster: I actually won't have time to beat up any lads for you, sorry Rio: I understand Rio: you have a few years though Rio: get some practice in Buster: It's Chelsea, I'm lucky she ain't already started Rio: it's depressing really Buster: She shouldn't be growing up here Rio: it's not consolation to say I think it's much of a muchness everywhere but Rio: you just worry about them, regardless Rio: Billie don't wear makeup ever but it's not like she don't give me grief still Rio: just different ways Buster: Yeah Rio: not lecturing you though Rio: you know Rio: didn't have to beat up boys for Nance and it's still stressful, yeah Buster: I still do, just for different reasons Rio: That hasn't got any better then? Buster: No Rio: I thought she seemed pretty off Rio: she's gonna have to do something about it, or your parents are for her, a big something Rio: current approach clearly isn't cutting it and you can't be expected to shoulder that Buster: She won't do fuck all about it Buster: That's what our fight was about Rio: Ahh Rio: it can't be easy, like it won't be, whatever she has to do Rio: but neither can her day to day, surely Buster: 'Course it is, stop rolling over and taking it, easy as that Rio: for you Rio: if she knew how to do that, wouldn't even be an issue, like Buster: I've told her what to do Buster: If she stands up to them instead of being such an easy target, it'll stop Rio: some people just ain't made like that Rio: if she fucked it up, it'd make it worse, right? Buster: She's a McKenna we're all made like that Rio: My brother ain't like that either Buster: It's different for him Buster: Only having sisters and no proper dad Buster: He still wouldn't let anyone say or do the shit Nance is letting them get away with without at least getting your mum involved Rio: He isn't how he is because of any of that Rio: that's just who he is Rio: and he just chooses to not fully be that with outsiders so they have nothing to say Buster: Alright, I'm not having a go at him Buster: I can't when I'm as bad Rio: I know Rio: and I get the frustration at her, I really do Rio: just don't reckon going on the offensive with her is gonna help at this point is all Buster: She ain't talking to me so there's fuck all I can do anyway Rio: She will Rio: give her some space whilst she's here, she should chill Rio: and we can too Buster: I wasn't gonna invite her along with us, like Rio: Would be a bit rude Rio: and counterproductive to all our plans but Buster: Where are we going? Rio: everywhere worth going, obviously Rio: but tomorrow specifically Rio: 🤔 Buster: Today specifically by now Rio: Oh yeah Rio: God, I'm gonna be knackered Buster: I'll take care of you Buster: Starting with taking your makeup off Rio: maybe we could just pay for a cheap room somewhere Rio: spend the whole day just taking care of each other Rio: can always go somewhere in the PM Buster: It's not gonna be cheap, who am I? Buster: Do you want a pool, babe? Rio: It can't be that expensive or they won't let me in 😂 Rio: but we could splash out on a pool for a day, like Rio: my funds stretch that far Buster: You don't need any funds Buster: And shut up, you've never looked any less than 5 star worthy Rio: you can't pay for everything Buster: Yeah I can Rio: You know what I mean, boy Buster: I know you can't stop me Rio: Buster 😒 Buster: Baby Buster: We're not fighting about it Rio: I'll get us food and 🍾🥂 Rio: then I'll say okay Buster: I love you Rio: I love you Buster: Do you wanna sleep? We can set the same alarm and then I'll come pick you up Rio: We should, that's a good idea Buster: Or I could just leave now Rio: I could sneak you in Rio: but could you sneak out Buster: Again, who am I? Buster: There's nothing I can't do Buster: Especially when it's that easy Rio: You'll have to prove that you can keep quiet again 'cos there's no way we're leaving until you've fucked me Buster: With that kind of incentive I really can do anything Rio: 🥰 Rio: I'll be waiting then Rio: everyone here is dead to the world, will be for hours Buster: Have a nap, I'll wake you when I'm almost there Buster: Put your phone under your pillow, like Rio: Okay Rio: I'll try Buster: Good girl Rio: that doesn't make me wanna leave you Buster: Shhh Buster: Close your eyes Rio: I mean, you can't make me Rio: 😋🤭 Buster: Not yet Buster: But if you know what will happen Rio: We are supposed to be quiet, you're right Rio: if you're not up to punishing me and keeping me quiet, then I'll just have to be good Buster: Don't underestimate me Rio: Never Rio: I'm just telling you what I want Buster: I ain't forgotten Rio: 😶 me Rio: I'll be good now Buster: Yeah? Buster: 'Cause if I have to call you right now and tell you to be, you're in actual trouble so Buster: Really think about that Rio: 😖 Rio: best behaviour Rio: gonna really think about what I've done Rio: how to make it up to you Buster: You've got loads of time Rio: tell me about it Buster: [does tell her about how she can make it up to him in glorious detail obviously] Rio: FUCK Rio: be here so I can be really, really nice to you Buster: On my way Rio: but Buster: I know, this is why you need to sleep, then it'll feel like I'm there sooner Rio: but won't you be lonely without me, daddy? Buster: Yeah but before tonight I always was Buster: I can handle it Rio: I hate that Buster: It's okay Rio: no Rio: but it will be, from tonight Buster: Rio, listen, you can't promise me that and you don't have to Buster: I can handle it, I don't want easy, remember, and neither do you Rio: Maybe I can't Rio: but you won't be lonely, I can promise that Buster: You can't stay up forever, you know Rio: neither can you Buster: I'll sleep when I'm back Rio: I can keep up with you Rio: you said as much Buster: Yeah, I did Rio: There we go then Rio: don't fight me, babe Buster: How else am I gonna see those new moves you mentioned? Rio: we can fight like that Rio: just don't be mean to me Buster: I'll be nice Buster: You'll see Rio: but me first Rio: you've earnt it Buster: So have you Buster: And I'm stronger than you Rio: 🤤 Rio: can't be mad about that Buster: You won't be Rio: you make me feel small Rio: in a good way Rio: safe Buster: Good Buster: 'Cause you are safe Rio: Of course Rio: no reason I wouldn't be Rio: but it's still a nice feeling Buster: Like how you make me feel less alone Buster: I wasn't technically Rio: Yeah Rio: it's just Rio: right Rio: I've had boyfriends, so I can say Rio: it doesn't feel like this, just because of that title, supposed closeness Buster: I don't need a girlfriend to know it's right Rio: I wouldn't like that Rio: if you did Buster: Me either Buster: But I know that's what some people would say, if they found out Rio: it's not like you haven't slept with other girls though Buster: That's different to giving a shit about other girls though Rio: I guess Rio: but how much did I, how much do most people our age Buster: You care about everyone Buster: It's not just part of your night same as having another drink or line Rio: but I care about you more than I have any of them, that's my point Buster: And mine is, from on outside perspective it looks like you've tried harder than me Rio: I get it Rio: you can try Rio: like that Rio: if you want Buster: No Rio: I'm just saying Rio: if you need to Buster: Don't say things like that Rio: I have to Rio: I'm not going to let you not be sure Buster: You think I'm not? Rio: No, I think you are Rio: but I need you to know you've got the opportunity to test it, if you do need it, at any point Buster: I need you, that's all Rio: Okay Buster: Yeah, it is Buster: I'm not gonna change my mind and nobody's gonna change it for me Rio: I won't either Rio: I love you Buster: Your name was there among the first load of words I ever learned, don't forget that Buster: I've loved you my whole life Rio: you'll make me cry Buster: Don't cry, I'll shut up Rio: Don't Rio: you say all the things I wanna hear Buster: I wanna make you happy Rio: you do Rio: this is Rio: beyond happy Buster: No crying then Rio: I can't help it, baby Buster: I know but I can't hold you yet Rio: I won't cry when I see you Buster: You're only allowed to do that kind of shit when you're walking down the aisle Rio: Understood Buster: If we can't get married, you can't cry when you see me Rio: unfair Rio: but not your fault Buster: Yeah it is, I really want all the presents Rio: 😂 Rio: Exactly Buster: Not to mention, if you look that fucking good as a guest Rio: That's just dangerous Rio: less trying not to cry, more dying to get back down the aisle as quick as humanly possible 😍 Buster: I'm fine with dangerous, you know that Rio: I will not be fine with keeping my hands off you Buster: So touch me Rio: in front of the lord and the pastor? Rio: not to mention the guests Buster: I don't care Buster: Do it Buster: Whatever you want Rio: oh Rio: that's fucking hot Buster: It feels like ages since we last touched each other, which is bullshit 'cause before tonight it'd been years, and every part of me knows that, but Buster: I hate that I'm not already there Rio: It's true, it's hard to stop once you start something Rio: especially when that something feels as perfect as this does Buster: I'm gonna have to just live here Rio: If only Buster: You'll hide me, yeah? Rio: of course Rio: you know Chelsea will miss you too hard Buster: Clear out under your bed, like Buster: 'Course, I'm all that place has going for it Buster: Other than the coke being decent and abundant, I'll give 'em that Rio: and your school Rio: even if our system is better Rio: does any school here have the same 'connections' 🤔 Buster: They can get a new Head Boy and I can succeed anywhere Buster: Even catholic Rio: 'course Rio: you're a very good boy, after all Buster: I look like one anyway Rio: 👼 Rio: Okay Rio: come live in my bed Rio: under it Buster: Okay Buster: Sneak me in Rio: You're here? Rio: 🤩🤩🤩 Buster: I mean, I could have the wrong farmhouse, it's been a while Rio: I know you wanna see Dan that bad but that's really mean, babe Buster: Fuck's sake, he's literally the boy next door Buster: Hilarious Rio: I'm so glad you think so Rio: dunno if it counts as the trope if there's a shit ton of farmland between Buster: You really did want that love story, yeah? Rio: Shh Rio: I want you Buster: Make me Buster: 'Cause I want you so bad right now Rio: [Let him in gal] Buster: [don't give them away 🐈s we sneaking] Rio: [at least like Crim, they probably shout all the time for no real reason lol] Buster: [yeah always playing and chasing each other and being cray] Rio: [live for that danger] Buster: [we all know it because there's no way he's not making out with her the second she appears like just wait boy] Rio: [at least your mother is drunk and your sibs will be asleep/could think it was her boyf like mind ya business for a sec everyone] Buster: [Ali is probably asleep too at this point like it's gotta be early AM af] Rio: [we ain't having y'all get caught this quick lol] Buster: [imagine lol #gameover] Rio: [by the grace of god, you're so extra always] Buster: [literally carrying her upstairs as we speak so we rest our case] Rio: [live your best life lads] Buster: [is gonna actually take her makeup off for her and it'll be such a MOMENT bye] Rio: [the intimacy, bye] Buster: [when you do still look beautiful af though he's not even just hyping you] Rio: [like you never wear foundation or any shenanigans 'cos don't need] Buster: [we all know that moment will turn into him kissing her everywhere ever which will turn into every Simon x Alisha gifset ever] Rio: [god bless, get you a man] Buster: [it makes me lol like I don't remember it being such a thing when I watched the show but he's just always doing it appaz] Rio: [when you about that life] Buster: [Buster is so thanks for that blessed content] Rio: [I want 'em to fall asleep for a hot sec for that risk of peeps waking up for the day, like they should be fine but just 'cos 1. it's cute 2. we playing with fire always] Buster: [1000% approve for all those reasons and also it's believable like they literally have not slept and are drunk so] Rio: [exactly] Buster: [we know y'all are exhausting yourself with your antics] Rio: [only so hard you can front] Buster: [The effort of trying to be quiet in itself would kill you both so] Rio: [chatty caths] Buster: [mhmm] Rio: [when you can feasibly make more noise than him 'cos it could be Daniel so you're shamelessly using that to your advantage like you know he ain't gonna get you back later] Buster: [the perils of that posh boy accent] Rio: [loling imagining one of 'em like ew but typical and then being like wait...is that] Buster: [you're not getting rumbled today boy shut your mouth] Rio: [you can and will go ham in the hotel] Buster: [and it'll be fancy and you'll live your best lives just try not to break the bed as you have a habit of doing] Rio: [start as you mean to go on I reckon] Buster: [what do you think should wake them up like a toilet flush or something so you think its later in the morning than it is?] Rio: [that sounds legit and the kinda thing that would make you panic] Buster: [I know it's a big secret and everything but fairplay for waking up cos I would not] Rio: [lol hard same] Buster: [at least they can look at their phones and realise it's not 10am or whatever time they think it is and calm down] Rio: [back to not giving a fuck real quick] Buster: [should we let them go back to sleep or make them leave?] Rio: [I vote it's late enough that you could go get coffee n breakfast somewhere before you can check in] Buster: [and it feels like a mood to be like let's leave rn if they were shooketh and don't wanna risk it happening again if they fall back asleep] Rio: [exactly, you may as well tbh] Buster: [have a sleepy snuggle whilst you're doing the longest car ride back to civilisation lol] Rio: [that'll be a nice moment] Buster: [all the softness forever thank you] Rio: [nice throwback to the very first time we did 'em and they had that soft af coffee morning] Buster: [yaaaas but you don't have to wear Nance's clothes this time babe, you're welcome] Rio: [would be a very weird flex] Buster: [Christ knows what Buster is wearing though cos he would've got changed after the wedding when he went home but I doubt it was into a lewk because you were meant to be sleeping and I doubt even more than you got changed again before you then left your gaff] Rio: [we keeping it casual today] Buster: [we know they both look great anyway] Rio: [when do they not] Buster: [it's rude] Rio: [no wonder you lowkey wanna repopulate the earth] Buster: [love it for you] Rio: [think they have the most kids now p sure] Buster: [they do though gutted its not the 11 you OG wanted lads but it is still more than Ali which was the goal so] Rio: [we not falling into that trap again lol] Buster: [unless a face is literally perfect we mustn't] Rio: [cheeky gal] Buster: [do we want anything to specifically happen that we need to write down or do you just wanna leave this here like] Rio: [we can probably skip I reckon]

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Resistance: Part 1

Dean Winchester x OFC

MASTERLIST

Despise /verb/: feel contempt or a deep repugnance for.

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This was so normal for us, me and Riley sitting at a bar at the end of a "hard" day. She'll continuously drink while I sit and have a few beers, neither of us ever get a buzz anymore. Bartenders almost without out fail will hit on her, and she'll most likely bring them back to the room we're staying at while I sit in the car, or even at the bar if her fling takes place in the vehicle itself. I never get mad and she always offers me a free pass the next morning to do the same to her one day, but I don't use it.

"Are you sure you're cool with this?" She asks me, as the guy she's been hitting on grabs his coat.

I nod. "Riley, honestly I don't care, it's your car anyway, try and text me if he turns out to be into anything weird. " She rolls her eyes, and downs her last drink.

"You want me to let you know just so you can get some of that, I know you're into some weird shit." Laughing, she stands up, as my middle finger shoots up. I mean anyone can enjoy a little weird, but I'm not gonna be fuel to her flame. She heads out with the guy and I pretend to busy myself reading the label on the full bottle of  beer in front of me. I usually do this until the bartender asks me if I'm alright, and then when I nod he gives me another bottle. This time I'm doing it because the guy on a stool away from me is glancing not so discretely at me every few seconds, and I don't feel like talking to anyone tonight.

"If you're gonna pretend to read that at least move your eyes a little." The guy says and my eyes flick up before I turn my head to look at him, familiar. "It would make it a little more believable."

" Maybe you wouldn't have noticed if you weren't staring so hard. " I bite back and he smiles. My hand is wet from condensation on the bottle, it's lost its chill as I drink from it. Thinking this man is gonna stop talking to me and just move on to annoy someone else was the first mistake I made. The second was when I actually acknowledged the fact that he had now moved to the stool where Riley was sitting.

"Is she your sister?" He asks, I roll my eyes. "I'm Dean, by the way." Dean Winchester, I think, of course he is. My silence gives him a moment to take another drink from his glass before he licks his lips.

"Hm, I expected Dean Winchester to be a little," I look him over for emphasis. "More intimidating." And then I smile slightly. His smirk made it obvious he wasn't the least bit offended by that, taking it more as a game.

"Should I know you?" Are his next words and I shake my head because it isn't likely, me and Riley keep to ourselves. Then again, he's a Winchester.

"Bo Shoemaker." And then I mentally curse myself because when the hell do I ever give my real last name. It's like that one rule totally left my mind. Dean's face seems to recognize it and he's just processing it, almost as if he'd be embarrassed if he said anything wrong.

"Shoemaker, as in-"

"Yeah, exactly." I cut in because I don't wanna hear his name out loud.

"So that girl, Riley Duncan I'm guessing?" I nod at that. "Bobby always says me and my brother-"

"That we're just like you and Sam, yeah I know and it's ridiculous." Once again he's cut off. "Look I should go, we gotta head out early tomorrow and it's my turn to drive." Liar.

Before Dean can say anything else I stand up, leave money, and walk out before conversation can go any further. I have no clue where I'm gonna go but honestly anything is better than having to discuss personal life. The spot our car was in is now empty, looking around at the last three cars left in the lot shows just how late it is. I scuff my boots against the pavement as I take short walks across the small area I'm given. My hands are shoved into my jacket pockets, and my breath fogs up the air in front of me. It's fucking freezing out here and I'm the coward that walked out just so I didn't have to face the truth. Dean wasn't innocent, but his curiosity was and all I had to do was say I didn't want to talk about it, of course he would have understood. I sit down on the curb of the sidewalk in front of the building, knowing Riley, I would be here a while.

His keys jingle as he approaches my side , and his booted feet crunch against some leaves when he steps off the curb to sit on it.

"I don't really want to talk about it. " I mumble, picking at the thread in my jeans. Dean doesn't say anything for a while, he only extends his legs in front of him.

"Yeah I get it, you need a ride anywhere?" He asks, looking at me.

"How long have they been gone?" I question, considering that it felt like ages since Riley had left me. Dean simply just shows me his wrist and the watch tells me it's been about an hour of me sitting out here.

"Yeah, the motel down the road." I answer his question and stand up at the same time as him. I can tell which car is gonna be his but I still wait for him to make the first move towards it before getting in the passenger side. We take the short drive to the motel, I thank him for the ride and get out as soon as I can.

"Hey, " I look back at him as he stands in the open doorway of his car. "What're you two in town for anyway."

"Not gonna let you steal our hunt Winchester." I smirk towards him and keep walking to our room. Giving the door a few knocks just to be safe, and hearing only the TV playing some ridiculously fake action film gives me the clear to go inside. Riley is on her bed, staring blankly at the screen. When she sees me the TV gets turned off, and her eyes close, she had been waiting for me to come back before she could comfortably fall asleep. The blankets are extremely thin, and my old shirt and shorts don't do much justice for any extra warmth. My eyes close, but I never fall asleep, as always.

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The next morning we were up early, much to Riley's protest, in our smartest clothes, as we speak to some of the victim's family and friends. The guy's sister and roommate didn't have much information for us when I looked at the notes I took. I look up for just a second to acknowledge the waitress before looking back at my papers, the lady sets the plates down, it's mostly Riley's food anyway.

"Come on, take a break." She says with her mouth already full of pancake.

"We're missing so much yet I feel like it's right in front of our face." Dropping my pen, I replace it with my coffee mug and drink the rest of it.

" We'll figure it out." She assures and when I finally give her a real look her eyes are pointed in a direction outside. I turn my gaze to match hers and see her focus is on the Winchesters. I knew this would happen, I just had hoped I was wrong. What else would practically the most well known hunters be doing in a small town like this.

"Damn it, they're gonna take our hunt. " I groan.

"They can try, we were here first and I bet you got more of a lead anyway. " I go to argue because I know of Sam's records, and he's good at what he does when it comes to research, but Riley's chugging a cup of coffee and walking out the door before I can speak. Leaving a bit of money on the table and rushing to pack all my things up, I follow after her.

"Listen, what we had was great last night but that doesn't mean you can follow me." Is Riley's opening line towards Sam when I get out there, Dean laughs and Sam half smiles shaking his head. They're probably coming from where we just were based on the suits they're in. I finally reach her side and fix the strap of my bag on my shoulder. The boys look at me for a second before looking back at Riley who isn't done talking yet.

"This hunt is ours so don't even think about meddling in on us. "

"Hey, what's wrong with a little help?" Dean says with that smirk I already despise.

"We don't need help." I snap back at him. But then I get confused when Riley doesn't back me up.

"Bo, we could use some help, you said yourself that you didn't have enough, they might have what we're missing" She speaks quietly to me and I'm pissed because she's absolutely right and I still don't want their help.

"We're heading back to where we're staying, you guys can come with us and we'll see if we can piece anything together." Sam offers, the quiet conversation Riley was having with my ear probably wasn't too secret being we're only a few feet away.

"Yeah that's good, Sam come with me." And with that me and Dean are left standing there as Sam and Riley get in her car and drive off to the place. Dean goes to the passenger side of his car and opens the door for me, my eyebrows rise and he just shrugs. I get in the car with a huff and he shuts the door before getting in the drivers side and starting her up. The car ride is similar to last nights with no talking until we get to the motel they've been staying at.

The rest of the day and the late hours of the night are spent with me and Sam "geeking out" together, as Riley called it. Her and Dean just sat back and looked up anything we asked for. After all of us had gone through our fifth round of coffee Riley had called it a night and went to our room and an hour after that Sam headed to bed. I packed up my things roughly just to transport them to our room so I could continue working.

"Goodnight." Dean says when I try to leave without saying anything to him. I hardly glance over my shoulder and give a slight nod and a mumble before slipping out of the room and into ours.

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"Bo, I don't see why it's so important to you that we do this on our own." Riley complains as I am trying to convince her to leave before we can meet up with the boys. Call me selfish, but I am feeling pretty confident that we have all the information we need after last night with Sam. Instead of answering her, I just start throwing her clothes that somehow managed to explode out of her bag within a night. I hear her groan and then go into the bathroom to get her other things. I slip out of the motel room to go load up the car with our duffel bags. Just as I shut the back car door, I look up to see Dean looking right back at me. What the hell? Why was he always around.

"What?" I ask, the question comes out a little more snarky than I intended. At first I had thought that I would get off easy when he just simply shook his head.

"Well, I definitely was comparing you more to Sam this whole time, but you and me seem to have some things in common too." He says with a sort of surprised tone. I roll my eyes, because the last thing I want is to be compared to Dean Winchester.

" I prefer to work alone too, just me and Sam." He finishes. I nod and decide to end this conversation as soon as I can.

"You should understand that it isn't personal then?" He nods at my comment this time. "Anyways, let's face it, we'll most likely cross paths again won't we? Hopefully it'll be a while" Dean laughs at that and heads back into his room. Riley comes out shortly after and we get in her car and head off to undergo the action of this hunt.

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