#they look like lil cigarettes i bet i could smoke you

[onetwothree]

THE 100 GECS THING WAS A COMPLIMENT I RESPECT IT

REALLY

[kennahjune]

PART 3 OF S3 STEDDIE!!

(Hopefully the last part)

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Welcome to Part 3!!

…

Eddie watched Steve talk to Jonathan through the window of his car, checking to make sure he would be ok with Billy coming by. Apparently, from what they told Eddie, last time Billy came to pick up Max from the Byers’, he threatened to kill Lucas and gave Steve one of his worst concussions.

So fun.

When they finally drove off, Eddie and Steve stood side by side for a good minute, neither moving or even looking at each other, just standing. Until Steve made the first move to the bikes and Eddie followed.

They stayed in silence while they loaded everything into the back of the van. Mike’s bike first, then Lucas’. Then when Eddie closed the door, Steve finally spoke.

“I really am sorry about them.”

Eddie hummed and looked at him, but Steve was looking down and was biting his nails. Eddie hoped he realized it really wasn’t that big of a deal.

“No it’s fine— really, man. They weren’t doin’ any harm.” Eddie tried to reassure. Steve looked up at him skeptically, still chewing at his nails. Eddie really wanted to stop him. To pull his hands away from his mouth and hold them in his own instead. He bets Steve has soft hands.

“They really didn’t bother you? Like actually? Because I know they can all seem really pushy— even Will, in his own way— but I promise they don’t mean any harm.”

Eddie sighed, watching Steve’s eyes flit back and forth between his own. “Steve. I promise, they weren’t pushy or overwhelming or anything that might be going through that pretty little head of yours.” Steve paused and Eddie reveled in the pink that rose to his face. He smirked lightly. “If anything, it was sweet. They care about you a lot.”

Steve scoffed and turned away, walking around the van to get in, but he could see the smile on his face. Eddie chuckled and followed him over to the passenger side. When Steve hopped up and got in Eddie held the door open and leaned closely.

“What? Don’t believe me?” he smirked. The pink on Steve’s face darkened and he desperately held back a smile. “They were all over me, sweetheart. Asking questions about why I wanted to help, how I knew you, how we went to school together.” Eddie listed.

Steve scoffed again and turned away. “Get in the van, Munson.”

“Oh so I’m Munson now?”

“I swear to god—“

Eddie cackled and ran over to his side. Steve closed the door while Eddie jumped in.

…

The ride was really fun. Eddie expected it to be somewhat awkward and quiet but Steve was quite the talker. Eddie was content to listen while Steve went on and on about the kids; one in particular named Dustin, who was apparently at a summer camp.

They dropped off Mike’s bike first, Steve stopping in to say hi to the Lady Wheelers before popping back out and into the van. This time with a sticker or two on his face.

“Holly,” he said, as if that explained it all.

“Ah,” he responded, and started driving.

Lucas’ was next, Steve being greeted outside by Mrs. Sinclair and apparently Lucas’ little sister Erica.

Mrs. Sinclair took the bike while Steve argued with Erica about something or other, Eddie wasn’t really paying attention to anything other than how hot Steve was when he had his hands on his hips. Those shorts did wonders for his ass, Eddie had to admit.

When Steve finally got back in the car after a hug goodbye from Mrs. Sinclair Eddie was smoking a cigarette out the window. Steve eyed his curiously. “You alright?”

Eddie finished his last drag and nodded, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray he had in his cup holder.

As Steve buckled up and Eddie pulled out he asked “Where to now, baby?”

When Steve didn’t answer for a good couple of seconds, Eddie looked over.

Steve was red in the face. Like— really red. His eyes were wide and Eddie could see a bit of green mixed with the hazel, exposed by the dying sunlight. “You alright?” he asked skeptically.

Steve nodded slowly and swallowed. He turned his head to look out the window and brought his feet up on the seat to fold against his chest. He mumbled “Your place for my car” before he folded one arm against his chest and the other against the window to pillow his head. Eddie smiled giddily and started to the trailer.

…

“Baby”. The only thing that was going through Steve’s head right now.

When was the last time he’d been called any sort of pet name? Let alone something so intimate? Short answer: never. Steve was always using the pet names in relationships— both platonic and romantic. So hearing Eddie Munson, in his western accent and deep, rumbly voice, call him “baby” had sent him spiraling off kilter.

Steve closed in on himself best he could while being confined to the van. He could suddenly feel everything on him; where his shorts slightly rode up, how his shirt brushed against his shoulders oddly, how the stickers on his face from Holly stabbed slightly at his skin, everything. It was a little overwhelming.

He didn’t even notice when they pulled onto the street of Eddie’s trailer, or when the van pulled into the driveway, or when the van stopped. He jumped and nearly hit himself in the face when a hand landed on his thigh.

“Sorry!” came the rushed apology from Eddie, who quickly retracted his touch. Steve mourned the loss the of the warmth. “We’re here. You were hella zoned out so I didn’t think you noticed,” Eddie hastily explained.

With a moments pause Steve studied Eddie carefully. He studied the rosy blush on his cheeks, his ruffled hair, his dark eyes, his pretty pink lips. Steve cleared his throat and thanked him before jumping out of the van.

“Hey, man,” Eddie called to him before Steve could reach his own car. “You wanna come in for a bit? It’s only 3 and you look like you could use a nice beer.”

“Oh— I don’t want to intrude—“

“The King? Scared of intruding on a simple peasants home? How the times have changed!” Eddie placed a hand over his heart dramatically while smirking at Steve.

Steve watched him for a moment, smiled so wide his face hurt, and finally accepted. “Fuck it. Sure, I could use a beer.”

And that’s where they were now, sitting in Eddie’s room, drinking their beers and sharing their silence. Steve didn’t think it was awkward, but the more beer he drank the more he felt the urge to fill the silence that settled comfortably between them. He always was a talkative drunk.

“Hey, Eddie.” Steve placed his beer on the crowded bedside table and rolled over on his stomach. “Thanks.”

Eddie eyed him oddly and took another swig of his own beer before reaching over Steve to place it down. Steve preened at the closeness of Eddie reaching over him and rolled back into his back. When Eddie sat back down he asked

“Thanks for what?”

Steve exhaled silently. “Thanks for helping me yesterday. Most people would’ve just left. Hey— I also need to thank your friends. Jeff and Gareth right?”

Eddie paused and looked at Steve. Steve swallowed and felt his breathing pick up slightly. Beer makes it hard for him to conceal emotions. Not that there was anything he was hiding.

Eddie smirked. “You can tell them yourselves tomorrow. I planned on stopping by the store for a bit to get the ice cream I never got yesterday.”

Steve scoffed and smacked Eddie’s leg. They’ve never really spoken to each other before this. Fleeting looks in the halls, catching each other’s eyes in the cafeteria, but never speaking. If they spoke during high school then they threatened to break whatever spell was over them.

But this; this is different. This isn’t them being scared to interact. This is them taking every risk, every threat, and hitting it head on. This was Steve leaving his comfort zone to find something better.

But there wasn’t anything else to it.

(Who is he lying to?)

A sudden thought hit Steve. “Hey, do you still have that club? That DND one?”

Eddie startled a little too hard and coughed. Steve panicked and sat up, patting him on the back and yelling to “fucking breathe”.

“Holy shit.” Eddie coughed/laughed out. “His highness is acquainted with the farmer boy’s game.” He smirked.

Steve huffed and folded his arms, leaning on the headboard. “I’ve never played it myself. But the kids are all really obsessed.”

“Even Max?”

“No, just the boys.”

“Ah. And you brought up Hellfire, why?”

“Because I was wondering if you could take them in next year. They’re starting their freshman year and I want them to be as comfortable as they can. Hellfire will do that for them.”

Eddie regarded him closely, and Steve felt himself go stiff under his gaze; his shoulders rose and his arms tightened against his chest.

“You really care about those kids, huh Harrington?”

Steve exhaled. “Yeah.” his response came out barely above a whisper.

It was near 4 now, according to the clock on Eddie’s dresser. Steve really should be going. The kids would blow up his walkie if he took any longer.

But he didn’t want to move. Steve was caught in Eddie’s gaze; wonderment, curiosity, hunger. It was endearing and Steve didn’t want it to end. When was the last time someone looked at him like that? He doesn’t think Nancy ever looked at him like— even before everything went to shit.

He took in a deep breath when Eddie’s eyes flickered to his eyes and then his lips. His eyes then his lips. His eyes then his lips.

Steve sat up slowly, not knowing what else to do.

“Um—“ his voice cracked and Eddie smirked. “I have to— I have to— um, uh—“

“You have to leave?” Eddie supplied, raising an eyebrow.

Steve nodded vigorously. Gods he could feel the heat in his face while Eddie continued to smirk.

He had a lot to think about as Eddie guided him to the front door, talking lowly as to not disturb the quietness they’ve contained for the past hour. Eddie also had a hand on the small of Steve’s back, guiding him down the hall and through the living room. Steve chose not to say anything; he liked the warmth of Eddie’s hand on his back.

Eddie sees him to his car and all the while he’s talking very quietly, the cadence of his voice soothing and calming. Steve loved the way it reverberated through his skull in a soft thrum.

Steve doesn’t remember much about driving to the Byers’, he remembers pulling out of the trailer and turning on the radio, Take On Me playing quietly in the background as if letting his thoughts take front stage. He didn’t know how to feel about anything. But he knew he needed to get to the Byers’ before Max left.

Only when he blinked into reality did he notice the blue eyes in the blue Camaro staring at him intensely. Steve gulped. He couldn’t deal with this, not after such a bad migraine. Not after what happened last year.

But to Steve’s confusion, when Billy got out of his car and Steve did the same, there were no words exchanged. No death threats. No “I’ll kick your ass”. Nothing. In fact— Billy seemed headstand around Steve. And with a fluttering sensation in his gut and a small pick-up in his heartbeat, Steve thought for a moment that maybe Eddie said something to Billy yesterday to make him back off.

He disregarded this thought almost immediately.

Now he and Billy stood side by side on the Byers’ porch. Steve stood idly by, not wanting to get too close to Billy and risk having bad attitude rubbed off on him.

“Well?” Billy snapped after a moment. Steve loathed the way he jumped in his skin. “I’m not fucking knocking.”

“I didn’t know you knew what the hell that was,” Steve uttered while giving four sharp knocks to the door. Billy growled. Call animal control, Steve thought silently to himself.

“Clam it, Harrington. Just cause you have Munson on your side doesn’t do shit to save you. I’ll have your ass down and folded in seconds if I really wanted to.”

On his side?

“Talk all you want Billy, you’re all bark no bite. You scream and you talk and you say shit and yet when was the last time you followed through with something, huh? Does the new King find himself in a pickle? Or did everyone finally leave the damn kingdom.”

Billy looked ready to murder and probably would have had Jonathan not opened the door right at that moment. Billy eyed him cautiously, less in fear and more in “you know things you shouldn’t”. You know, the way Jonathan’s typically eyed.

“Steve, hey. Hargrove.” Jonathan nodded to them.

“Hey, Jon.” Steve smiled. Billy tutted and huffed, his arms crossed.

“Just get the girl already. Neil’s gonna have my ass if she doesn’t he out here already.”

Jonathan eyed Billy silently. Everyone seemed to be eyeing each other today. He nodded and went back into the house. When Billy noticed that Steve had made no moves to go inside as well, he raised an eyebrow and seemed to close in on himself even more.

“The hell are you waiting for, Harrington? You going in or not?”

Steve shrugged. He really wasn’t going anywhere until he saw Max and Billy drive away. He knew Billy wouldn’t try anything if he knew Steve was watching, and Steve was determined to keep Max as safe as possible— even if for a few seconds.

“I’m waiting for the boys. I’m dropping them off.” Which wasn’t an entire lie, really.

“Whatever.”

Max emerged from the house at that moment, eyeing Billy warily, as if he might shatter in a moments notice. Steve huffed a barely audible laugh. Max’s hair was sticking up in every-which-way; she must’ve taken a nap.

Billy stalked off the porch without a word. Jonathan was in the doorway now as well, watching Max step up to Steve and hug him before running off to the car.

“Stay safe, Red!” Steve called after her.

Max waved and called back “I will!”

Steve waved to her the entire way down the street until she and the car were gone. When he turned back to Jonathan, the latter was smiling at him. Steve blushed to the tip of his ears.

“What?”

Jonathan snickered. “Nothin, man. Get the hell in here.”

…

Mike and Lucas were hounding him the moment he stepped into the living room. Will clearly had something to say as well but kept his distance. To Steve’s pleasant surprise, El and Hopper were there as well.

Steve told them how they dropped the bikes off and explained the star and smiley stickers on his face. But he kept everything else to himself.

Hopper huffed and put his cigarette out. “Watch yourself around him, kid. Munson’s trouble.”

Steve scoffed. “Eddie couldn’t hurt a fly. He’d run in the opposite direction. You’re just wary cause he’s Hawkins’ best dealer.”

Hopper huffed and rapped his knuckles on the coffee table. “That’s exactly it. I don’t none of you kids getting involved in that shit.”

“And we won’t, you old man,” exclaimed Mike from where he sat between Will and El. “No one here is interested in that shit and I doubt he’d sell to any of us.”

Lucas and Will nodded. El had no idea what they were talking about.

Steve snorted and shared a look with Jonathan and Joyce.

“Anyway,” Steve interrupted before Hopper and Mike could chew each other’s heads off. “I better get Mike and Lucas home soon.”

Everyone groaned, including El.

“Why not have a sleepover?” El asked slowly, piecing together the sentence.

Steve shrugged. “I have no objections. But you’d all be going home early cause I have work.”

“Why couldn’t we go to work with you?” asked Mike. Lucas and Will nodded while El looked at him and Hopper expectantly.

“Um—“ Steve looked at Hopper.

“Steve, El. Kitchen please.” Hopper stood up and walked off, expecting them to follow. Steve gulped and followed with El. Oh what the fuck?

…

Eddie was positively floating the next day. He was convinced he actually had a chance Steve Harrington of all people. And no one was telling him otherwise.

As promised to Steve the previous day, Eddie was back at Scoops Ahoy. He was tagged along with Jeff and Gareth just as yesterday— but with the new addition Brian finally joining them.

(Idk if I gave him a name in the other parts so he’s Brian now.)

Just as Eddie opened the door to walk in, it burst open and he was surrounded by four familiar kids. There was a new face who lingered towards the back and Eddie waved at her. She waved back, but didn’t smile. It kind of threw Eddie off.

But Steve was inside the shop with Robin, talking animatedly to Jonathan, and Eddie felt right at home.

Man, when did that happen?

…

OK OK IM SORRY ILL MAKE A PART 4 😭😭

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

Should you write it? Uh, please do!😭🥴😩 as a corporate girlie I would love me some Office!Ghost tbh, maybe you’re from another agency working intel on a joint operation w 141 and he gets a kick our of teasing you bc you’re such a stark contrast with your cute lil briefcase and the business casual dresses, totally not used to working literally on site surrounded by all these military/law enforcement men you usually do work for behind the scenes in the safety of your office

PAIRING: Office! Ghost/Co-Worker! Ghost x F! Reader 

WARNINGS: that particular kind of tacit sexual tension you find in corporate Britain || sexy eye contact from across the bullpen || filthy language || 18+ only

A/N:  corporate girlies unite! || anon is referring to this post || i tried to do the prompt as it was but realised that I know nothing about how the military works :) but this is fiction, so we ball, I hope you like it anon! I have no idea where this fic going, please help :)))

Part 1 of 4 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

***

It starts simple before it gets complicated, as these things tend to do.

There are exactly two things that keep you motivated in this job—the smoke breaks you take 5 times a day, and the off-chance of seeing Ghost around the base.  That’s it.  Two things.

And one of those was being ruined by your newest friend’s lack of enthusiasm for the other thing.

“I bet he's blond.”

Simon just takes a deep drag of his cigarette, looking at you with the distinctively irritated side eye that he gives you about 12 times a day.

“Ask me why I think he's blond.”

“No.”

But you’re undeterred.  “He just has that energy, you know.  I’ve only ever seen him with MacTavish, and he stands there like a tall, sexy, dumb…tree.  Like, I bet he’s fucking gorgeous, but he’s also giving blond himbo.”

Simon’s eyes roll up to the sky in irritation.  “I dunno what himbo means.”

“Yeah you do.  You said you’ve worked with Ghost before.”

You almost want to perform a pirouette in joy at getting Simon to finally look at you.  “N’ what of it?”

“Then you know what a himbo is.  It’s Ghost.”

You don’t even try to contain your manic laughter when Simon just about turns and leaves.         

***

What Simon doesn’t understand (the cantankerous bastard) is that you’ve made eye contact with Ghost a few times around the base.  The man is more elusive than average, even in this line of work.  His presence around the base is...well.  Entirely consistent with his moniker.  The man is a ghost.  

Sometimes you wonder if it’s all really performative, but something about the way he moves in the spaces around him leads you to conclude that maybe he’s omnipresent after all.  He'll catch your attention from the periphery of your vision, only to disappear when you try to actively seek him out.  He melts into the background of wherever he looms, like a shadow. (Or a Ghost).  There and not there, all at once.

And on the rare occasions you’ve seen him around, he keeps to himself.  Not surprising, given everything you know about him (which isn't a lot), but what is interesting to you is the way he looks at you.  And when he’s around, he does look at you.

You can't say you mind, considering you look at him too.  Even after all these years working with big, handsome, massive men and women, day in and day out, you still can't say you've gotten used to it.  And you could never be used to someone like Ghost.  

But then there’s Simon.  The other man you’re finding yourself increasingly attracted to.  

They tell you he’s only there temporarily and as punishment.  You can't even begin to imagine who could (and would even dare to) punish the big grump.  You don’t actually know why he’s being punished with desk duty, and even if you wanted to, you have no way of finding out.  He won’t tell you, and neither will your supervisor. 

More importantly, you decide, you couldn’t care less. 

Simon’s punishment means that your week has suddenly become very, very interesting.  The mood around the office is different while Simon sits at your absentee colleague’s desk.  People are quieter around him—uneasy and the slightest bit put off by his brutish nature. But you can’t deny that there is something about Simon, something you can’t quite seem to put your finger on.  The man is just...effortlessly sexy.  

You sit across the room from him, but facing him, and so every time you look up, he’s there.  The height of the desks combined with the height of this mammoth man mean that you can’t see his entire face, but his eyes stick out from the top of the desk partition, and it’s enough to create…issues for you. 

Five days ago, when you'd walked into the office, and noticed a stranger on Davis’ seat, you hadn't actually known it was him.  He was just...some guy.  A nose that looked like it had spent more time being broken than not, wicked scars running down his face and into his lips, mean-looking but with the most expressive brown eyes.  And then your supervisor introduced him to your team as Simon.  And that was it.  Thus had begun your love affair with permanent arousal. 

You must be one of Pavlov’s dogs with how you’ve been conditioned to associate the feeling of his eyes on your face with wetness between your legs.  It’s mercilessly constant and you’re left feeling achy and unsatisfied every day, having to content yourself with rubbing your thighs together for some much needed relief.  And through it all, Simon just watches you.

You know he’s interested.  And he must know of your reciprocity, because your traitor face gives it away, and because his interest is quickly replaced by smugness.  

During a brief stint of temporary insanity, you consider confronting him about it.  But what would you even say?   So sorry, Simon, you big, scary, grouch, but would you just please hit this and we can both call it a day and I can move on to making heart eyes at Ghost again? Hehe, no.

But you’re stubborn to a fault, so you befriend him (albeit with you doing most of the hard work in your “friendship”) and downplay your attraction, while he pretends he doesn’t spend most of the day making bedroom eyes at you.  Win-win.

And if you end up carrying an extra pair of panties in your purse, then it’s not like he needs to know about it.

****

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[mind-less-boy]

Hi I’m here to present to you why this song,

Is a really good song for Angel Dust.

So first off, the first couple lyrics sound like he’s talking/venting about Valentino like he was with Husk in episode 4

Hey you lil' piss baby, you think you're so fucking cool? Huh? You think you're so fucking tough? You talk a lotta big game for someone with such a small truck!

Like tell me this isn’t exactly (almost) like when Angel said “It took him like 30 minutes to count, and he only had three bills!” He’s clearly roasting Valentino and this is like he’s talking to Val or has had enough of him and finally saying something about it.

Aw, look at those arms Your arms look so fucking cute They look like lil' cigarettes I bet I could smoke you I could roast you And then you'd love it and you'd text me "I love you" and then I'd fucking ghost you!

This is giving when Angel wasn’t responding to any of Valentino’s texts. And also, even though Valentino is an overlord, Angel could do a decent amount of damage if he used his demon form to its full extent, maybe had someone waiting as back up, he could make a dent in Val.

With the big boys coming with the big stuff I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the big trucks Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah

Literally just about his like of work. The money part is kinda indicative of how he’s being paid to expose himself and I’m sure the rest can be out together.

Tell me what's the deal, I've been trying to go to bed I've been up for days, I've been tryna get ahead Said it all before, and I'll say it once again I'm better off alone

And this. The deal part especially, he made a deal with Valentino and the trying to go to bed part is just saying he’s so goddamn tired of everything he has to put up with. He barely sleeps, he’s hiding his pain behind this facade of arrogance and cockiness. I feel as though it’s implied that he’s tried time and time again to lighten his load of the deal, but it’s just met with Valentino making it worse and worse to the point that Angel doesn’t try anymore. He just gets fucked up when he doesn’t have work and forgets about it. The “I’m better off alone” part to me says that he feels like he can’t fall in love anymore. Hell, he doesn’t know what love feels like anymore because he’s been used for probably as long as he can remember. That is, until he meets Husk, probably one of the first people besides Cherri to not want him for his work, but as a genuine friend and in Husk’s case, romantic partner in the future.

THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED-TALK

[spookygiggles]

I had this In my drafts but its good so ima post it 👍

lee!spy/ ler!sniper ♥️

Spy and sniper were chilling out in his parked van. Smoking some cigarettes while sitting down in a small table area in the van, They were more like booth seats just on one side of the table, Afterall this isn't luxury, Its a camper.

Spy stood up and was planning Get a glass of his wine. But he noticed sniper trailed along with him.

"Aye mate, You know you should slow down on the drinkin'. " He suggested as he watched him grab the bottle. He placed it on the counter and as he reached up to grab a glass, He felt a grab on his side, Which startled him causing him to recoil and gasp.

"You alright mate? Did i hurt you?" He asked But Spy shook his head as he looked a bit nervous.

"Non, Non. Just startled me a bit." he tried to say in his normal calm manner but it sounded a bit off. To the point even the Bushman noticed it was something else in Particular. And thats when he realized.

"Are you ticklish?" He laughed. That felt like a bomb being drop onto Spy.

"No, No im not. Like i said you scared me." He said, Continuing to pour his glass and put the bottle away.

"I think you are lying." And As soon as he put down the bottle He reached back and started scribbling up and down his sides.

"NON! wahAhahit ! Do not!" He flinched then started to run away from the man, But theres not much place to go in a van. He Stumbled onto the bed And sniper followed along with him.

"Knock it off bushman!" He exclaimed as he play fighted the sniper who was trying to straddle him.

"Not sorry mate." He said as he was able to straddle Spy Even though he was curling in trying to protect sensitive spots.

Then he felt two hands squeeze and tickle at his sides again. Spy would never admit he likes to be tickled, But i think sniper could see through him.

"Nohoho! StoHAHP!" He squealed while a few snorts slipped out. Using a hand to cover his face out of embarrassment and the other protesting at snipers wrist by grabbing him.

This hands were swift and fast. He switched spots from his stomach to his armpits. Which drove spy up the wall and his legs kicked and flailed Helplessly. His suit being ridden up due to the struggle, Showing some bare skin around his belly. Which sparked an idea for Sniper.

He slipped his hands under and started scribbling at the bare skin underneath. Which made Spy go into a fit of snorts, Which he hated.

"Non! staHAHAP!" He said through his laughter because he was so distracted he was lost for words. All he could do was kick his legs desperately.

"Just a lil longer, I wanna see somethin." Sniper said, Laughing at the spies state underneath him. A giggly, Laughing and blushy mess. Sniper lifted up his shirt fully and Spy had noticed this action.

"Do not! I'm serious bushman.!" he said still giggling, so it definitely didnt seem as threatening but despite the protest from spy, He breathed in and blew out a huge raspberry right on his navel and then continued to do more around his sides and tummy, With hands scribbling and the bare skin of his hips. Just lightly teasing and tracing the area to not completely overwhelm him any further.It sent spy into a fit of snorts, which only added to the Embarrassment. This continued for a little until spies laughter had went scratchy and weak.

He stopped and took a look at him. He was messy, His clothing messed up, some of his hair fell out of his mask, and his face was all red while he was panting.

"Don't speak of this. I'm serious." he said while staring at him. Which only made Sniper laugh.

"I bet you are ticklish too, Mundy. So i would be careful if i were you. Now, Shall we finish the wine?" He said while adjusting his suit back to normal and recovered. And Sniper went from full confidence to slightly blushing at Spies remark, worried if he was gonna get revenge or not.

But he sat down with him anyways, And had a few glasses. It wasn't so bad hanging out with him afterall.

[www-pinkhearse]

Hey you lil' piss baby, you think you're so fucking cool?

Huh?

You think you're so fucking tough?

You talk a lotta big game for someone with such a small truck

Aw, look at those arms

Your arms look so fucking cute

They look like lil' cigarettes

I bet I could smoke you

I could roast you

And then you'd love it and you'd text me "I love you" and then I'd fucking ghost you

With the big boys coming with the big stuff

I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah

Big boys coming with the big trucks

Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah

Big boys coming with the big trucks

Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah

Big boys coming with the picture

Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah (oh yeah)

Feel so clean, like a money machine

Feel so clean, like a money machine

Feel so clean, like a money machine

Feel so clean, like a money machine

[koloquials]

your ARMS look so fuckin cute // they look like lil' CIGARETTES ➼  i bet i could SMOKE you // i could ROAST YOU

[punkscowardschampions]

Bea & Fraze Pt.4

Fraze: [I love this peak romance for y’all, hence I shall keep it going by having him actually hold her hand after he’s taken this cigarette to eventually stub out when y’all have eventually smoked it down to a nub with this back and forth, running his thumb over her knuckles exactly how he kissed them on what I’m gonna say is the other hand, nbd]

Bea: [you can’t close your eyes this time, instead purposely maintain eye contact and don’t look down at your hands that are now clasped together because not acknowledging it is the ultimate form of acknowledging it in this moment ‘ready?’ like this was a scheduled break and y’all can continue your lil walk on home]

Fraze: [readjust the flower in her hair like that is something vital you must do before continuing and it isn’t just that you literally can’t stop touching her in the softest ways now you’ve let yourself properly start ‘born it’ because he’s that bitch, ready for anything ever, no fucks given]

Bea: [a nod of approval because absolutely vital in our opinion too ‘will think I’ve joined them’ at baby Roali and their hippie vibes but obviously you look nothing but classic beauty as per]

Fraze: [‘take it out before then’ could be purely in a not getting caught way but it’s really this is just for me and you and nobody else way, which is in his eyes plain as day, as is the unspoken but keep it though]

Bea: [‘they’d only want some’ as if these flowers are, like the cigarettes, something we’re not sharing with any of the others because how we feel, not soz to these gals at all, pick your own huns]

Fraze: [an unimpressed noise of agreement, because it’s true, they would, looking at you too Thomas, and none of you are having any bye]

Bea: [looking at him and giving his hand a squeeze ‘secrets safe with me’ ‘cos we’re not going to let the world know how romantic you are, mainly because we can’t but we’re also just not that bitch]

Fraze: [‘4 kids max, yeah?’ which he’s saying as full shade to the little ones like it should just be y’all + joeray at the most existing, but that is actually the number of kids y’all have if we stick to our evil plan of giving you a dead baby, so I’m fine]

Bea: [raising both your brows like oh ONLY four, is it? ‘Easy for you to say’ like you’re not the one pushing these children out, thank you lol ‘I don’t get why your mum keeps doing it’ imagine if Tess was restarting now with Rocky, oh my lord]

Fraze: [the biggest smirk like oh come on don’t be a pussy without actually saying it because he’s not trying to get beaten up by her on this walk back, a shrug at Tess’ life choices though because we could get into why but that’s heavy and we still have time to just be before we have to step back into the fam drama]

Bea: [pushing him with the arm that is holding his like ugh, typical boy ‘why do you want any?’ as a genuine question]

Fraze: [‘why wouldn’t I?’ as genuinely because this boy is bigheaded and thinks he’s great and would slay and tbf he’s not wrong]

Bea: [when you don’t wanna go over the general state of affairs because that would be patronizing and depressing so you just give a look that you hope conveys as much lmao]

Fraze: [‘come on’ like that’s all the convincing she needs, because not trying to seriously in this moment ‘half as smart and pretty as you, well decent odds’ because literally half her so]

Bea: [making a face like idk about that ‘only half the odds I have’ like I personally would not be taking them nor betting on it, but obviously this is all said playfully because yeah, you’re not about to do any of this right now]

Fraze: [just nudging her playfully ‘I’ll get what I want’ like it’s a given that he’ll win, echoing what she said before, rudely cos she said we but you know]

Bea: [‘don’t worry, I’ll save you from that fate’ like it’s that bad of an idea and we’ll never let it happen, winking at you like you’re so welcome]

Fraze: [‘can’t save anyone, you know that’ cos I can and will bring this line back again even though he said it earlier in this very same convo, I don’t care, tucking her hair behind her other flowerless ear just because]

Bea: [‘just myself’ ‘cos done it before and we’ll do it again, literally, folding your arms]

Fraze: [unfolding her arms and wrapping his around her, resting his head on the top of hers again]

Bea: [have this hug moment lads, you’re not in a mega rush here, put your arms around him too so he knows this isn’t under duress]

Fraze: [just the quietest happy sigh anyone has ever done but very important that he’s doing it because she’s hugging him back]

Bea: [‘I bet [Amber Heard] talked to him today’ after we’ve been in this hug as a, we’re going to deal with them too, if not ‘save’ them, vibe because y’all have a sneaky plan you’re executing]

Fraze: [pull back so she can see your face and know that as much as you are grossed out by that you’re also buzzing about it because god bless baze who really do think this plan will work and they can save joeray with it, my sweet summer children]

Bea: [rolling your eyes but more at them than at him like yeah, I know, ‘cos this girl is clearly her own kind of unhinged and that’s not even covering joeray, makes me lol ‘cos he is clearly gonna get with her but I can’t say much is achieved with it, Ray is too far gone girls]

Fraze: [she is, but I get y’all wanting to have hope, because you’re all so young and there really would be so much time to turn this around if she was even slightly like y’all but alas, anyways, start walking again, it’s all you can do]

Bea: [get your phone out and be texting this gal getting subtle feelers ‘cos you are that bitch and it is something you can do in this moment]

Fraze: [be peeping because we know you care and want this plan to work too]

Bea: [obviously happily showing you, whatever this gal is saying and however far she’s gone with her hoe mission today]

Fraze: [openly judging her with his face and whatever swear words or whatever he’s saying in response cos she is unhinged and we’ve always said that]

Bea: [shrugging like I know ‘she’s a slag’ clearly true ‘so is he’ like it’s a match made in heaven, ‘cos we all remember when Fraze freaked out about his ex gf before she was]

Fraze: [an unimpressed noise again because he’s judging you both now but nodding in agreement because they are for that reason and the reason he said at the time which is they’re both cray]

Bea: [just tell him some of the mad things she’s told you at swimming ‘cos clearly that type to wanna chat all about how wild she is]

Fraze: [‘dunno how you’ve stopped yourself drowning her’ because she’s clearly annoying af purely in this re-telling]

Bea: [‘when we’re in the pool, I can’t hear her’ ‘cos a huge appeal of swimming is that you’re shutting off your senses for however long you’re swimming lowkey lol so shut your mouth and focus hen ‘locker room talk isn’t as much of a lad’s club as we’re led to believe’ rolling your eyes but you at least find it amusing or you wouldn’t tolerate it]

Fraze: [putting his hands over her ears for no reason except to touch her because you wanna, carefully so you don’t crush the flower, but like yep I get it, shut off, letting her go after a sec and playing with her hair then]

Bea: [putting your hands over his mouth like fyi that’s where you need to do it if you want me to shh but you did also stop talking when he touched you so not really]

Fraze: [doing it just because you wanna see how it feels and what she’ll do, being immediately !! with it like you are about to kidnap her or something lol, because no chill or treading lightly here, me being reminded of joeray and screaming, oh the contrasts and parallels]

Bea: [not you fighting him ‘cos if you’re doing this it’s not a game ever lmao]

Fraze: [we love to see it, nobody more than this boy, fuck him up gal truly lol]

Bea: [just here kicking and letting our head fly, only thing we’re not doing is screeching ‘cos then people would think this was for real and might need to get involved lol]

Fraze: [imagine if you literally witnessed a boy carrying a girl kicking and screaming down the street, oh lads you send me, soz they are having too much fun rn]

Bea: [you must look like you’re playfighting enough that the passersby are staying out of it ‘cos truly]

Fraze: [or they’re assuming you’re only playfighting cos you’re literal children but yeah]

Bea: [regardless, tah for not ringing the cops everyone, we’re just vibing]

Fraze: [eventually you’ll have to put her down and once again makeout with her because too into how much she fought you then, which isn’t exactly better in terms of being extra, but you won’t get arrested for it anyway]

Bea: [kissing you so aggressively to carry on the mood ‘bastard’ like it’s another pet name here that you’re trying on]

Fraze: [gripping her hips throughout this entire makeout as if he’s gonna pull her underwear off and they are gonna go at it right here and right now immediately, but obvs not actually, such a big hot lol when she calls him a bastard cos love it, kissing her as aggressively so she knows it]

Bea: [making noises that are essentially wordless ? but very much in an, oh yeah, what are you gonna do? vein, like we’re not wondering, we know what you’re acting like you’re about to do and we’re only questioning you to further this play]

Fraze: [me like DON’T you DARE sir, knowing damn well that he will because he’s getting egged on by her and is that bitch who can never back down ever, where even are y’all, have some decorum please, but no he doesn’t, please at least have the sense to only pull them down a little bit so the whole world doesn’t know about it, it’s not st paddy’s and you can’t be feralling that hard in these streets]

Bea: [me like you know this girl and yet you can’t back down either yet, okay, we’ll just be here then, soz you’re too similar in that regard, just LOOKING at you ‘now what?’]

Fraze: [mhmm, backing yourselves into corners always because you can’t be the person who backs down first, like now, he’s absolutely gonna have to touch her, there’s no alternative, you’ve walked right into it and all we can do is pray for a quiet street or hope y’all have some privacy somehow]

Bea: [the most you can do is hold onto him and pull him into you too so there isn’t space between y’all for anyone to see anything really, which we are doing the second you touch us]

Fraze: [obviously then putting his fingers into his mouth to echo the antics of when her fingers were in his, not even doing it to put on a whole show, though it lowkey is a bit of spectacle just cos he looks hot doing it, you just want to before you touch her again]

Bea: [‘I hate you’ ‘cos so sincerely want to do this right now because of all the things you’re doing and how you look doing them]

Fraze: [‘you love me’ as sincerely, while doing the absolute most like see, I told you/I knew it]

Bea: [‘you’re a prick’ as seriously as you can muster when you’re trying not to totally give in to the sensation]

Fraze: [‘yeah’ and his face in the smirking emoji af because can’t help but be the most smug he’s ever been in the face of how hard she’s trying not to lose it]

Bea: [‘you know what I want’ like why aren’t you doing it, even though we all know why, turning our face away from him moodily]

Fraze: [using his other hand to turn her face back to his, gently in contrast to how he’s been doing it when shaking her head all those other times ‘I ain’t that much of one’ like I can never be that prick who puts you in the kind of position where you’re my mother and having babies left and right at such a ridiculously young age]

Bea: [doing a big sigh which could be purely like yeah, tell me about it, pisstaking energy but it isn’t ‘cos we’re also just overwhelmed by it all]

Fraze: [giving her the softest and quickest kiss he ever has ‘and I know what else you want’ aka more out of life than just him and this, because even at just having turned 13 he believes with his whole heart that she could do better than him if she wanted to, as a fact not a sob story]

Bea: [gotta pull your pants up and get yourself together because this has become awkward through neither of your faults but it has, start walking girl]

Fraze: [you too hun, you gotta]

Bea: [one way to get you home lmao]

Fraze: [otherwise we literally never would]

Bea: [at least no one is batting an eyelid to you running upstairs to change because you cannot be smelling how you smell rn, gonna need to take a shower honestly but that’s not something we can contemplate with only 2 bathrooms so spritz yourself in perfume and hope for the best with your change of clothes too]

Fraze: [we all know it’s all that hair that’s the issue but mcvickers are checked out and joeray are doing much worse clearly so you’ll be fine]

Bea: [if Ray is here then we know the girls are already fighting lol]

Fraze: [luckily she probably isn’t because I feel like she tries to avoid being around baby Rocky at all costs thanks to how that mental illness has hit and she thinks she can hear him crying constantly even when he isn’t and that he’s looking at her with evil intent or whatever though he clearly is not, so you’re welcome you get to avoid that]

Bea: [soz there’s no more evidence of your plan working then lads but now it’s gone awkward I feel like we’re going to go to our room and do our homework for a sec, after at least saying hi to Tess so she doesn’t think you’re in some mood she needs to come talk to you about]

Fraze: [valid, he absolutely won’t be doing his homework ever lol but you can go to the shop and steal everything you could possibly want if you didn’t on the way back to keep yourself amused or kick a ball about in the garden or something if you already did that sir]

Bea: If you were still planning to take him out to avoid chores, better do it before the sun goes in or she won’t want you to

Fraze: I don’t wanna if you’re not coming

Bea: It’d be weird now

Fraze: then I ain’t planning on it

Bea: okay, can you kick your ball against another wall then

Fraze: [of course he’s kicking it harder against the wall she just asked him not to, oh hun]

Bea: that’s mature

Fraze: least I don’t pretend no different

Bea: how does that make it any better?

Fraze: than you reckoning doing your homework makes you dead mature? I dunno, you tell me

Bea: You’re the one that thinks it, I’ve never said anything remotely like that

Fraze: nah, I don’t reckon there’s a difference between us

Bea: bold claim

Fraze: calling you as immature, not bigging myself up with it, like

Bea: no, I get it

Bea: that doesn’t mean we’re alike

Fraze: have that and hold tight to it, if it makes you feel better, babe

Bea: I’m good?

Bea: you’re the one being weird

Fraze: You’re the one hiding, come out if you’re good

Bea: Why? 

Bea: we aren’t going anywhere

Fraze: we can

Bea: no, we can’t

Fraze: with that attitude I’m not taking you nowhere

Bea: that’s enough adventure for one day

Fraze: like I said, change your attitude and I’ll see you on whatever day the new one sticks

Bea: Stop trying to tell me what to do

Fraze: Stop fronting you give a shit about school after sacking it off to spend most of the day with us

Bea: it isn’t going to become a regular occurrence 

Bea: I only did that ‘cos you’d been ignoring me for ages before 

Fraze: and now I ain’t you’re gonna do your homework, yeah?

Bea: When I need to do it, yes

Bea: dunno why that’s such a mad concept to you

Fraze: it’s a bullshit excuse, I dunno why you reckon I’d let it stand when we both know that

Bea: being around you isn’t an option

Fraze: being ‘round me isn’t optional, end of

Bea: so I can’t have five minutes to deal with what that means now?

Fraze: I’ve not stopped you

Bea: you’re moaning about it

Fraze: you messaged us so don’t start on me

Bea: oh whatever, stop kicking the fucking football right at me, it’s doing my head in

Fraze: you can tell me what to do though, can you?

Bea: I’m asking you to, you’re clearly under no obligation or I’d have punctured it by now

Fraze: go ahead, might calm you down

Bea: you’d only find another way to be irritating

Fraze: [do stop kicking this ball at her]

Bea: couldn’t you try showing your brother how to kick that thing?

Bea: idk what they’re doing but it’s worse than when Ray plays her shit music

Fraze: Made up that you’ve not properly lost your sense of humour 

Bea: he must have good coordination 

Fraze: borrow Ali’s stage and put on your own family talent show, fuck do I know what he’s good at

Bea: You understand the concept of dancing, surely

Fraze: he don’t, you can’t call it that, them cunts beating each other up to music

Bea: Oh, no, I meant the brother even you forget you have

Bea: not the big one or the one that’s barely out

Fraze: then you mean the other sister I’ve got, should’ve said

Bea: Yikes

Fraze: loads of us, need to be clearer about which fucker you’re fed up of

Bea: we can just assume it’s everyone, but I’ll survive, not going to put my own dramatics on about it

Fraze: charming

Bea: like you feel any different

Fraze: about you I do, would’ve said that was a given

Bea: don’t say you aren’t sick of me right now, easiest way to let me know you’re bullshitting

Fraze: [just throw all the surprise gifts like her fave sweets you got for her at the shop at her door, in their plastic bag, much like how you were hammering the football against the wall, gotta let you know that included is one of the random magazines newsagents always have especially in the era, and this one is about houses and idk probably decor and stuff but the point is there’s a house like the one she described wanting in it which is why he stole it]

Bea: [waiting and then trying to open your door as quietly as possible about this because do not wish to be perceived, then giving you time to go through this bag properly]

Bea: you can come in, if you want

Fraze: I don’t want

Bea: alright

Fraze: nah, it isn’t

Bea: I don’t know what you want

Fraze: you’re bullshitting, that’s what you reckon

Bea: you’re the one who told me to be smart

Fraze: I didn’t say turn back into the same headcase as before and give us nothing but grief

Bea: nice

Fraze: whatever, you’re pure winding me up for fuck all reason

Bea: you started it

Fraze: and I’ll finish it, always, keep this up and it’ll be easy for me

Bea: fucking go ahead

Fraze: What the fuck’s wrong with you?

Bea: call us a headcase and threaten to chuck us in the space of a minute 

Bea: definitely a me problem

Fraze: you’ve been off with me the whole way back, from then it’s been a you problem, yeah

Bea: because we’re back, this is real life

Fraze: and?

Fraze: You’re the smart one, I shouldn’t need to break it to you everything what went on before we were back was as real, Bea

Bea: so you’re finding this all so easy, are you

Fraze: I never said it was easy, but what the hell is the point taking how hard it is out on you?

Fraze: we’re meant to be a fucking team

Bea: I feel like it’s written on my fucking forehead

Fraze: One of the girls in this house would cut you a fringe

Bea: I wouldn’t let any of them near me with scissors

Fraze: just as well it’s bullshit then

Bea: it’s not, it’s obvious

Fraze: to who?

Bea: everyone, you’re even worse than me

Fraze: It’s been obvious to everyone I’ve been in love with you since I was [however old they were, I can’t remember because we changed it]

Fraze: what’s happened? 

Fraze: no cunt under this roof gives a shit how I feel

Bea: nothing ever happens

Bea: someone is gonna get hurt

Fraze: Probably, but it won’t be you or me, and not ‘cause of this

Fraze: stop wrecking your own head

Bea: if everything goes to shit, then getting rid of us is an easy fix to those problems, me and you, how Ro is

Fraze: it ain’t gonna come down to nothing like that, they’re not like that

Fraze: but if it did, you go, I fucking go

Bea: if she went into care, she’d never get out

Fraze: so we don’t let her go in, whatever it takes

Bea: she’s all I have left of before

Fraze: I know

Fraze: we’ll figure it out before it gets that bad

Bea: I make up for how she is by being good

Bea: if your parents reckon I’m fucking you up then there’s that good grace gone

Fraze: We’re not gonna get caught, never

Bea: yeah?

Fraze: I swear on all them little fuckers lives, you can trust me

Bea: okay

Fraze: I love you too much to fuck up yours

Bea: it wouldn’t be your fault, I’m the one who can’t not feel like this about you

Fraze: I can’t either, you know how hard I’ve tried

Bea: maybe if I’d tried harder to let you

Fraze: don’t

Bea: you haven’t even seen headcase, like

Fraze: no, I ain’t ‘cause you’re not, there’s fuck all wrong with you or how you feel

Bea: shrinks always say that but they don’t mean it

Fraze: they don’t know you, I do, I can say it and mean it

Bea: I just don’t know how to hide it

Fraze: We barely need to, we’re already only here when we’ve gotta be, the rest’s school and out doing what we wanna 

Bea: don’t you get tired?

Fraze: yeah, but what good’s it do us?

Bea: that’s what a home is meant to be, where you get to hide from the rest, not a place you have to avoid

Fraze: that’s what ours’ll be then

Fraze: I can wait

Bea: that’s going to take a long time

Fraze: it’s worth it, I don’t care

Bea: if you’re there, that’s not nothing

Fraze: I’ll always be there for you, no cunt can stop me

Bea: sorry

Fraze: don’t 

Bea: I just hate lying, like it’s wrong

Fraze: It ain’t lying if nobody asks us and they won’t ‘cause they’ve got their hands full, like

Bea: suppose so

Fraze: and we know it’s not wrong neither, none of what we’ve done or are gonna do

Bea: it just looks bad on paper, for them

Fraze: it isn’t getting wrote down nowhere, not this time

Bea: or talked about

Fraze: exactly, I was a kid, I didn’t know no better, but I do now

Bea: it’s normal, to wanna talk about it

Fraze: I’ll talk to you if I’ve got fuck all to say

Bea: will you?

Fraze: ‘course

Bea: you’re not much of a talker

Fraze: I don’t feel the need to make a show of myself like the rest, I ain’t sorry for that

Bea: me either

Fraze: if it needs saying, I’ll say it

Bea: alright, alright

Bea: you’re the perfect amount of talkative 

Fraze: alright, calm down

Fraze: read your magazine or something

Bea: quite the brush-off

Bea: I’ve already seen you dump someone, I know how savage you are

Fraze: it’s you turning me all red here, shut up

Bea: and you wonder why I was hiding in my room

Bea: where are you now?

Fraze: I’m going to mine

Bea: can I come in if I share my sweets?

Fraze: deal

Bea: [wait ‘til you hear him open and close his door before coming or you’ll meet him on the landing and can’t possibly be looking that keen lol, knocking too]

Fraze: [coming to the door and opening it for no reason whatsoever when you could just tell her to come in, but then you don’t get to pull her in by her sleeve/wrist if she doesn’t have long sleeves so we get why you simply must]

Bea: [you really gotta, soz, we will accept nothing less, happily being pulled into this room because we missed you during our freakout and no longer want to be spiralling, throw these sweets onto his bed with your other hand]

Fraze: [leaving this door ajar so it doesn’t look like they are up to anything sus and so they can spy on whatever anyone else is doing with their comings and goings in case they are in fact getting up to things and don’t wanna be caught lol, but for me it’s the way his other hand is immediately touching her hair and ear where the flower was earlier but obvs isn’t now, then her behind the ear lovebite and the one on her neck]

Bea: [resting your head against his hand and doing a sigh like you’ve been holding your breath this entire time, cupping his face so you can touch that jawline lovebite you gave him, before lightly tugging on the earlobe you got too ‘hey’ said like an apology because it is one, obviously, we’re speaking quietly but not straight up whispering which would sound sus should anyone overhear]

Fraze: [shaking his head at the apology tone of that hey, like the don’t of earlier, because she doesn’t need to apologise, wrapping his arms around her and resting his head on the top of her head how he likes to do]

Bea: [making a noise that is like a BUT without literally saying the word, still we’re hugging you back, running our hands up your back and across your shoulders]

Fraze: [making a shh noise to her but noise but really softly not like stfu, picking her up and carrying her over to his bed, sitting her down so carefully so said bed doesn’t make a single noise, at least that’s his excuse he’s just actually being soft rn, picking up the sweets once she’s been put there, moving them to his bedside table which is a lil bar cart, so that bag doesn’t be loud either if they move about on this bed, and putting one in his mouth, all without taking his eyes off her]

Bea: [getting yourself comfy, propping up the pillows so y’all can sit and chill, likewise not looking away ‘cos unable to, didn’t even want a sweet ‘til you decided to be so hot about it ‘aren’t you gonna share with me?’]

Fraze: [idk what her fave sweets are but regardless he will be kissing her and sharing that way by moving this sweet back and forth between y’all’s mouths, nothing else would be acceptable rn I’m soz, so hopefully it’s a boiled sweet kind like his and not something that’s gonna be really sticky and messy lol]

Bea: [I can’t remember if we ever said but it should definitely be cherry drops vibe because that’s the energy and will serve us now lol, when you aren’t allowed to be loud about this so you have to focus all your energy into making it the most dramatic kiss of all time ‘cos you’re so into it]

Fraze: [I don’t think you have ever said but regardless that’s a mood and what it’ll be from now on, love that for y’all, oh the absolute drama of this kiss is really it, not at all casually as if you haven’t seen each other for months and years, his hands could not be more in her hair either, both of them, I’m sure she probably put it back up when she got changed and he’s absolutely pulling it down rn]

Bea: [here digging our nails into your arm, that we’re holding onto to steady ourselves, clearly, because no other way to adequately get across our !!]

Fraze: [meanwhile he’s getting across his !! by pulling her on top of him as if she weighs literally nothing at all, which we know at this age is lowkey true but still a hot move nevertheless]

Bea: [the quickest of glances towards the door before reaching under whatever you put on and unhooking your bra, tucking it under his pillow because you wanted him to have it]

Fraze: [all his focus going on looking back and forth between his pillow where she just stashed that bra and her because that happened so quickly we can’t believe it did/can’t believe it did because we’re so into it and her, as if to prove she really did that, obviously touching her, first over whatever top she’s wearing and then eventually also under it]

Bea: [pleased with your reaction and doing a hot lol to cover up the moan you wanna do about him touching you, shamelessly rocking your hips back and forth against him, putting your own hand under his t-shirt]

Fraze: [equally as shamelessly moving to meet her movements, still using both his hands to touch her boobs up but also adding his mouth to it, doing kisses against the skin of her collarbones, chest and stomach that he’s uncovered because of how hardcore his hands have made her top ride up, random about whether they are hard or soft however he wants]

Bea: [reaching desperately for something on his bedside table, eventually finding the remote and putting something random on the TV for background noise that you aren’t going to be asked to turn down like you might loud music but we gotta have something right now]

Fraze: [even though that was a smart thing to do, reacting like when she was doing all that shit with the remote you’re annoyed her full focus wasn’t on you and immediately then switching y’all’s positions up so he’s pinning her to this bed and she can’t possibly move nbd]

Bea: [trying to reach your head up to kiss him, enjoying the struggle and the anticipation it brings ‘Fraze’ the neediest you’ve ever sounded]

Fraze: [when you have to kiss her SO hard about that because DYING at how she sounds and the fact she’s never sounded like that before, likewise pulling at her clothes like they’ve personally offended you rn by being so in the way, thank god that background noise exists because the bed is definitely making some of its own with how much moving he’s doing and how deliberate it is]

Bea: [the happiest noise into this kiss for how hard it is, sucking on his bottom lip and then his tongue, pushing your bottoms down and pulling your top up, so you’re still clothed and can put them right fast but they’re as out of the way as they can be]

Fraze: [‘do you know how much I fucking need you?’ like he’s mad at her, his voice actually hoarse for the first time because he’s so !! in this moment]

Bea: [nodding and running your fingers across his crotch ‘when are you going to show me though?’]

Fraze: [the frustrated af noise as he glances towards the door because sincerely wants to rn and is genuinely wondering if they could without getting caught but like, it’s clearly not even dinner time yet is it so realistically I doubt that]

Bea: [yeah, you really should wait lads but we get it, neither of you wants to ‘think of how good you’re going to give it to me because you’ve been made to wait though’ because all you can do is think about that]

Fraze: [when you are thinking about it so you’ve gotta put your tongue in her ear SO indecently, don’t mind him]

Bea: [stifle your GASP on his skin, giving him a lovebite literally wherever you’ve landed before kissing it better, so over the top ‘I need you, every night’]

Fraze: [pulling her head to his so dramatically and kissing her with the !! she just expressed a second before because so mutual ‘all night, you can get your sleep in [a lesson we know she hates] and still be a swot’ saying swot like it’s a term of endearment/something indecent here]

Bea: [‘I can’t pay attention ‘til you’ve fucked me like I need, there’s no room for anything else in my head now’ kissing you back and having to touch you because we can’t not]

Fraze: [saying her name in response to it all, so quietly but with so much feeling, kissing her head indecently because we love everything she thinks and we need to make that blatantly obvious]

Bea: [‘you love me too much to let it be a problem, yeah?’ like you actually gotta ‘there’s loads of places we can go in school’]

Fraze: [a nod because he do, as he takes his dick out and positions it so that it would be inside her rn if not for the fact she has a clothes barrier stopping it ‘tell me’ a casual list of everywhere they could and therefore are gonna hook up in school please lol, imagine getting caught there, oh lord]

Bea: [biting our lip as we shamelessly look down at what you’re doing, moving so he presses up against our stomach where the skin is exposed, fucking you slowly against our tummy as we list every place we know of and what times each one is free]

Fraze: [the freedom of being a quiet bitch as standard meaning he’s just out here making noises that are EVERYTHING but nobody else is aware of, love that for you boy]

Bea: [couldn’t be any more heart eyes than right now ‘I’m in your bed’ because can’t deal]

Fraze: [when that physically makes him react so dramatically, purely involuntarily, out here fully almost doubling over about it, not at all casually because cannot cope either]

Bea: [‘I’ve wanted to be in it since we got here’ going faster, spitting to help with the friction ‘cos no fucks given with how turned on we are right now]

Fraze: [manhandling this gal so she’s really reclining and comfy in this bed, pushing his thigh between her legs and really doing the most to try and make her die like he’s dying atm]

Bea: [rewarding you with some silent but !! reactions, facial reactions doing most of the work there, grinding yourself helplessly against his thigh whilst carrying on what you’re doing]

Fraze: [fighting so hard against every urge to close his eyes so that he can STARE at her and catch all these reactions because simply must]

Bea: [‘I wanna be yours’ so sincerely ‘cos we’re dying]

Fraze: [‘you’ve never been no other cunt’s’ as sincerely because we know what happened when she was a kid but that’s so different to this and it’s so important to verbalise however he can in this moment ‘you’ve only ever been mine, me and you, always’]

Bea: [‘I love you so much’ leaning to kiss him and as a result pushing yourself against him harder, making you shudder]

Fraze: [‘I’d let you do anything’ so sincerely, literally the most sincere he’s ever been about anything ever, like fucking kill me I mean it, do anything is really being meant and expressed in every sense though like she’s free to do anything with her life, all of it]

Bea: [having to do a hot lol ‘don’t challenge me though’ ‘cos we’re still trying to behave even though things have obviously escalated here and we’re all living]

Fraze: [‘don’t hold nothing back from me’ cos he truly doesn’t care how cray you are gal, lowkey staring her down about this so she knows how serious he is]

Bea: [nodding like okay ‘I trust you’ and putting our hand in our pants to then use it on you, not before offering it for you to taste it]

Fraze: [oh how dramatically he’s gonna do that, god bless, love that y’all have totally forgotten where you are or that anyone else exists here and now, just wilding]

Bea: [watching you do this in slight disbelief, slapping your face lightly as if we’re checking you’re real and really here right now]

Fraze: [pinching her, just to do it as a hot move because we all know it’s somewhere indecent instead of like her arm or whatever]

Bea: [saying his name, moving your face into the pillow so it isn’t too loud but also so you can be !! with it]

Fraze: [obvs pushing her face into the pillow more so it’s in there as much as it can possibly be without suffocating her because it’s hot and will keep her quiet but also because he wants his pillow to smell like and be as covered in her as it can be]

Bea: [‘I’ll cum on your leg if you keep playing rough with me’ a legitimate warning as well as an FYI, biting a corner of this pillow]

Fraze: [his hand going from the side of her face and jaw to her neck when he’s egged on because ofc, don’t choke her to death, be careful please, just experimenting with this though]

Bea: [getting noticeably wetter and just swivelling your eyes to look at him like SEE]

Fraze: [it therefore noticeably getting to him how into that she is, just every reaction so involuntarily more !! all of a sudden including LOOKING at her like well damn I hope I don’t cum first and rn all over everything about this]

Bea: [‘you need my mouth, take it’ and opening our mouth up so eagerly for you ‘show me how you’re gonna fuck my pussy’]

Fraze: [of course that’s the only encouragement he needs to be absolutely feral about this, being rough about it to keep up the vibe and choke her a lil bit a different way + really push her into this pillow some more but also because he do be that frantic, like do actually desperately need this thank you, as well as to prove to her and keep her thinking about what that hookup is gonna be like]

Bea: [replacing his thigh with the other pillow so the way we’re going to cum isn’t wasted because it’s going to be A LOT, that’s not to mention the mess of makeup and spit that’ll be on this other pillow now, doing the most to let you choke us, pushing you further]

Fraze: [thank god we’re being kind and not letting y’all be caught by anyone who could be bowling out of their rooms or coming up those stairs rn cos the fucks y’all don’t give and won’t until you’re done in a sec, oh lads, it really is day 1 and you’re already slipping, I love you]

Bea: [clearly everyone is busy making dinner or playing but honestly, that door is open and the fucks you don’t give, god bless, catch us here turned on by the fact, shamelessly]

Fraze: [that’s obviously part of it, if you weren’t y’all would have closed that door nobody said you had to leave it open in the first place, meanwhile I’m just here like how the hell are you meant to recover from that and get your shit together enough to go for a fam dinner soon, I’d simply be too dead and could never]

Bea: [good luck because seriously, how do you just pretend that hasn’t happened and that things are different]

Fraze: [at least this boy will be STARVING and can focus on shoving all the food into his gob when the time comes, cos yeah, a madness, for now though in the immediate aftermath just hold her really tightly however y’all have collapsed and died onto this bed]

Bea: [‘can I kiss you?’ ‘cos he came in your mouth and you wanna but he might not, breathless still as you’re asking this]

Fraze: [kiss her in response because it’s the only acceptable one]

Bea: [just melting into him even harder, good thing you’re skinny af because we are literally all over you]

Fraze: [‘you look so fucking pretty’ no notes, the state of both of y’all and yet he means it with his whole heart]

Bea: [nudging his face with yours, pressing your cheek against his like no, you]

Fraze: [‘I dunno how you can still’ with a little hot lol like genuinely in awe of how great she looks given the absolute mess he’s made of her and because other gals just are messes in comparison, especially in this lawless era of bad makeup and fashion choices]

Bea: [oh gals, the orange foundation with a tidemark on the neck, and all over the lips, no brows and spider lashes that were popping rn for chavvy leaning girls, then the absolute SWEEP of helmet like hairsprayed hair for the girls who wanted to pretend they were scene/emo leaning, looks were not being achieved but we’re all about the classic beauty and do not care for your trends so you’re so welcome Beatrice/you boy that she isn’t trying to make you love her looking like that lol ‘you thought I’d look shocking?’ giving him a lil push like oi but we’re loling too ‘don’t I always look good?’ when you know you do so you can say that with utmost confidence]

Fraze: [push her back, gently, into the pillows as if to say, a state like they are a state now maybe, which we all know he’s the opposite of mad about even without it being blatant af on his own face, looking at her before nodding ‘the rest of ‘em look shocking next to you’ shamelessly shading every gal at school or that he’s ever met, not soz huns, it’s true]

Bea: [when you’re not too proud to love that as a compliment, soz to be toxic but we aren’t at all, rubbing vaguely at some of these makeup stains on the pillows but only in a way that’s making it more blatant, how stains do ‘I don’t look at other boys’ ‘cos we aren’t interested in any of you, that is true]

Fraze: [he’s likewise a toxic king who will be blatantly buzzing that she thinks other boys suck, not soz, smirking emoji af once again lol, touch her face in a way that’ll do damage control on the makeup that’s left on if there’s like a mascara smudge or whatever but you’re also just doing because you want to ‘don’t need to to know they’re gonna go nowhere’ dragging everyone shamelessly once again, in a lot of cases where’s the lie but we’re really tarring everyone with the same brush here lol]

Bea: [‘probably’ ‘cos we don’t even care what other people are up to, only focused on ourselves here, not about a competition with some random kids in your school who might also be smart or ambitious; touching your face in the same place as if there is makeup to clean up on you too, then touching his lips like actually ‘you can tell you’ve been kissing’]

Fraze: [echoing that sentiment with a shrug of his own cos yeah, the only reason people matter at all is if they are in his way for any reason, don’t care if you flop or fly soz everyone, touching his lips exactly where she just did as if by doing that he’ll be able to feel and see the evidence, then hers just because, living our best lives living dangerously here and loving any and all evidence that every second of this actually happened]

Bea: [only smiling when he touches your lips back because hard same, even if we’re saying ‘it’ll go down’ we’re saying it like we hope it won’t ever]

Fraze: [‘I don’t want it to’ saying that because hard same and it’s so true before he kisses her really hard again like nope can’t let that happen I’m afraid]

Bea: [lifing your head from these pillows to kiss him back with as much energy, shaking your head like me either, not yet ‘what’s the time?’ amusingly between kisses as if he has had time to look either but you wanna know how long you’ve got before dinner]

Fraze: [look over at the alarm clock I put in your room when I created it on the polyvore like thing, still kissing her on her neck and shoulder as he peeps over it to see and tell her, unlucky for y’all I’m sure dinner is very much looming by this point and you actually need to get your shit together]

Bea: [making a grumpy lil noise about it but also going to get up because you do need to sort your face and if you are seen up here, be seen coming from your own room or the bathroom or whatever ‘see me out’ as he opened the door for you when you came in, attempting to pull him up off this bed too]

Fraze: [get up because there is no chance she could pull you off the bed if you didn’t give her that help, so gently pushing her towards the door, until she’s standing against the frame of it after having been lowkey pushed into it by you to one side of this open door, then wrapping your arms around her for the final time in a while, just taking a moment before you know she’s gotta leave]

Bea: [hugging you back SO tightly because very much could have stayed here for so much longer but that isn’t a reality hence we’re not going to long this out and act like it is, you gotta get used to how it is and how it has to be, hence we aren’t saying bye or anything like that because you’re still in the same house and could still be together just not in this private way, all we are doing is LOOKING at you as we leave]

Fraze: [mhmm exactly, hence don’t pull her back by the wrist like you did at the very start of this when she was trying to leave that house but do leave an adorable kiss there on said wrist for the peak romance before you let her go, returning the LOOK the entire time]

Bea: [looking at your wrist so hard now but still, go girl, back to your room, but sending him a picture of a heart you’ve doodled on that exact spot now you’re back at your desk doing your homework again]

Fraze: [send her a pic of you eating another sweet because she left them on his bedside table so it’s like you gotta come back and get these tonight now before I eat them all]

Bea: spoil your dinner, you

Fraze: Worked up enough of an appetite that I ain’t worried

Bea: That’s alright then

Fraze: better than ⚽️

Bea: do I believe you mean that? 🤔

Fraze: why would I say something I don’t?

Bea: There are lots of reasons why someone would

Bea: but you should know better that you don’t need to

Fraze: like I said, it’s me you’re talking to not any other cunt

Fraze: I do know better

Bea: does that mean you’re going to spend more time with me than you are kicking a ⚽️?

Fraze: yeah

Fraze: I ain’t swearing the same for 🥊 though, not yet, like 

Bea: there’s plenty of things I can swear I will prioritize over you, don’t worry

Bea: how embarrassing if you didn’t know me like that by now

Fraze: I’m not, be your loss if you didn’t pick us, babe

Fraze: and you know that by now

Bea: doesn’t feel like a choice

Fraze: nor to me, never has

Bea: unsure if that sounds romantic or the complete opposite

Fraze: I can be romantic in loads of ways you are sure of

Bea: I don’t need romance no more than you do

Fraze: I don’t need no hints, I know what you want

Bea: yeah

Bea: thank fuck

Fraze: I can eat fast as well as, you’re welcome for it

Bea: show-off 😏

Bea: I’ll make sure we aren’t interrupted by having a proper conversation with your mum at the table, like

Fraze: cheers, taking that one for the team is pure class of you

Bea: it’s easier when I have things to say she might wanna hear, not always bunking off like today

Fraze: I heard it was a proper one off, not something you’re gonna make a habit out of

Bea: mhmm

Bea: someone has to behave

Fraze: believe it when I see it

Bea: you wish

Fraze: you’re smart, you don’t need us to tell you you’d get more out of behaving badly with me

Bea: if none of us show up to school, reckon they might actually bother to call ‘em

Fraze: I go in

Bea: you know I’m not talking about you

Fraze: it’s about time someone bothered to do fuck all about them

Bea: I don’t get why no one has

Fraze: christ knows, too much trouble for any cunt who’s supposed to to put themselves to, only get paid for it, like

Bea: lucky for them I’m already smarter than all the staff on the payroll

Fraze: lucky for ‘em that ain’t hard

Bea: as long as they don’t try to thank me with concert tickets

Fraze: least you could sell ‘em on to somebody else thick

Bea: with thicker eyeliner, yeah

Bea: we can take the money and do something better

Fraze: deal

Bea: 🤝

Fraze: Blood, spit, or both?

Bea: gonna make me think about that and spoil my dinner?

Fraze: thinking about that’ll help you get through it

Bea: maybe

Fraze: no maybe about it

Bea: you’re gross

Fraze: you love what I am

Bea: I love everything about you

Fraze: and what I can do

Bea: why are you teasing me

Fraze: I’m giving you loads to think about, that’s different

Bea: I don’t need no hints to guess what you’re thinking about either

Fraze: we’re too old for guessing games

Bea: too much times been wasted before

Fraze: yeah, it fucking has

Bea: how do people wait, to do what they want to do, why

Fraze: I reckon they must not know what they want in the first place, or they’re too pussy to go after it if they do, when

Bea: I only do it when I have to

Bea: if I was some prodigy child, I could be at Uni already but my social skills would be even more lacking

Fraze: well cheers for not being, it’d be a real test of social graces I ain’t got

Bea: if I was practising my fake smile, you’d be gutted

Fraze: there ain’t much you could do to gut me, other than going for it with a knife or whatever

Bea: dinner ain’t going to go that poorly

Fraze: not ‘cause of me

Bea: nor me, we know what we’re doing

Fraze: shame no fucker else ‘round here can say the same, but story of our lives

Bea: awkward how long they’ll all be playing catch up, like

Fraze: they’ll never catch up to us

Bea: I’ll take not stressing over them every minute, for a start

Fraze: I’ll distract you every minute, end of

Bea: and I’ll make it mutual, you can trust that

Fraze: I’ve not doubted you, whatever else I might’ve

Bea: you’re constant, like nothing else

Fraze: I’ll take that

Bea: other things I could say, you wouldn’t want me to right before dinner

Fraze: I’ve told you to hold nothing back, don’t force me to keep repeating myself, we never drank enough for it

Bea: maybe I like how it sounds too much, the idea I don’t have to

Fraze: try it out then, see how much you like saying what you want to, how that sounds

Bea: that sounds like a pandora’s box sort of situation

Fraze: sounds like the name of a strip club

Bea: I bet it is

Fraze: or a shit band they’d listen to

Bea: you can ask Ali about it, right up their alley, or at least Joe’s, he’s more pretentious in his taste

Fraze: if I’m ever that desperate for something to say ‘round the table, do get the knives out and fucking end it all

Bea: alright, I’ll keep your death wish in mind

Fraze: I ain’t got one, just my limits

Bea: you’re adorable

Fraze: shut up

Bea: rude

Bea: you wanted to hear what I had to say a second ago

Fraze: you weren’t wanting to wind me up a sec ago

Bea: why don’t you like adorable?

Fraze: I’m not Rocky’s age, not that he is, but other cunts would reckon it

Bea: now you’re just being mean

Fraze: nah, honest

Bea: he’ll grow into his ears

Fraze: don’t bet on it

Bea: quirks make you interesting to look at, anyway

Bea: he’ll be fine

Fraze: easy for you to say when you’re that fucking easy on everybody’s eyes

Bea: so’s you

Fraze: it’s different, you could be a model, I’ve only grown into my ears or some bullshit

Bea: I don’t have the patience for that bullshit

Bea: and you know how handsome you are

Fraze: I know I could give less of a fuck, it only matters how handsome you reckon I am

Bea: I tell you all the time, you look like you could be on a screen in black and white

Fraze: I’d tell you the same but the world’d be robbed not seeing you in full colour

Bea: I miss getting to kiss you when you say things like that

Fraze: she ain’t shouting up the stairs for us all to come down yet, we’ve got time

Bea: okay, so come here

Fraze: [do obvs, sneaking for the pure mood of it even though you absolutely do not need to because clearly everyone is busy, has not knocked has just quietly come in and wrapped his arms around her from behind where she’s assumedly still sat at her desk, spinning the chair around if it’s a wheely one, pulling her body into a swivel type move if it is not]

Bea: [letting you do a quiet GASP about this because the thing where you’re almost expecting someone TOO much that you end up being shocked when they show up because of that anticipation being met before you know it, tilting your face toward his and parting your lips but not making the move yourself]

Fraze: [make that move sir, and not only that kissing her in such a !! manner that his hand at her throat lifts her off this chair slightly, not by much and only for a sec because we’re not at feral levels of fully picking her up with that move jc style or anything yet but still]

Bea: [the noise that is pure !! because was not expecting that at all but are so about it and you being more confident in what you’re doing, kissing back as if you need to attach yourself to him to not fall here]

Fraze: [really gotta make the most of every second here as y’all know dinner is looming and I’m sure joeray are gonna be bowling in if the rule is y’all have to be back for it so out here doing the absolute most with the limited time y’all have left]

Bea: [I imagine that’s the rule as well as having a curfew after dinner y’all have to be in for, seems like the basics and we’re definitely getting towards that o’clock, hence the urgency of this makeout because gotta go be in front of this fam and test how it’s gonna be for y’all]

Fraze: [mhmm hence making out frantically til the last possible second aka you hearing joeray coming through the front door and then this boy is bowling downstairs like he’s that hungry he simply must go annoy his mother/ask her how long it’ll be]

Bea: [at least you have an excuse to linger up here because we know you aren’t rushing down to dinner, won’t make Tess shout for you but when she inevitably has to for the younger kids you’ll hear and be down, with some composure lmao]

Fraze: [we all know he’s eating whatever dinner is literally 10 seconds flat like that teenage boy stereotype which is real as much as it’s also an excuse today and then leaving the table to kick his football at whatever wall is nearest where the dining table is located/ the patio doors if they are, for that throwback to when he was annoying her earlier because simply must even though the mood is entirely different this time] 

Bea: [when you’re the type of hoe, aka you feel obligated, to help Tess clear up because imagine that Fearghal probably has to leave for work at this time unless he’s doing a day shift ‘cos makes sense, so this boy just out here making the most noise and pissing his mother off undoubtedly lol, just looking at you through the doors/window like SHUT UP]

Fraze: [I imagine he’ll stop pretty immediately anyway and come in and take baby Rocky to actually be helpful, he just had to get that reaction and the throwback in first lol, god bless, don’t mind this boy just looking iconic and capable taking care of this child because god meal times and the aftermath would be so chaotic]

Bea: [you know JoeRay are trying to slink off immediately and the battle to either let them or nag them to stay and do something Tess is casually having to pick every day lol but not lol ‘cos honestly what a nightmare; imperceptibly shaking our head at you because we got the reminder in what you just did there, before telling Ro to go get her homework like a bossy bitch because y’all are kid kids so it won’t be anything taxing so you may as well get that out of the way]

Fraze: [mhmm, it isn’t really an excuse because arguably mcvickers must have dropped the ball a long time ago where joeray are concerned but I get why y’all especially have rn because the levels of exhausted they would be atm with the unplanned arrival of baby Rocky, I feel for y’all, I do, at least you can take this bub away from the homework station that’s being set up and it means baze don’t have to die from the proximity because we all know you are]

Bea: [yeah like honestly girls, there’s a lot more going on that you should recognise but a lot of teens go through depression, not to absolve y’all, but you think it’s a phase basically and it’s just gonna be shit because everyone’s teen years are shit really and then they’ll hit an age and be normal again and not seemingly hate your guts, so I get it too, this happens; for me its the way we always tell Ro what to do and hope the others follow suit but we wouldn’t dream of telling them to do anything; lucky for you baby Rock, you don’t need to do nothing but vibe, you two could even go back out because it’s spring/summer so it would still be light and warm enough]

[thy-fucks-runneth-dry]

Hey you lil' piss baby, you think you're so fucking cool? Huh? You think you're so fucking tough? You talk a lotta big game for someone with such a small truck Aw, look at those arms Your arms look so fucking cute They look like lil' cigarettes I bet I could smoke you I could roast you And then you'd love it and you'd text me "I love you" and then I'd fucking ghost you

With the big boys coming with the big stuff I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the big trucks Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the big trucks Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the picture Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah (oh yeah)

Feel so clean, like a money machine Feel so clean, like a money machine Feel so clean, like a money machine Feel so clean, like a money machine

Tell me what's the deal, I've been trying to go to bed I've been up for days, I've been tryna get ahead Said it all before, and I'll say it once again I'm better off alone Tell me what's the deal, I've been trying to go to bed I've been up for days, I've been tryna get ahead Said it all before, and I'll say it once again I'm better off alone

With the big boys coming with the big stuff I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the big trucks Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the big trucks Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the picture Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah (oh yeah)

Feel so clean, like a money machine Feel so clean, like a money machine Feel so clean, like a money machine Feel so clean, like a money machine

Stg if this is taryn

[mosnbi]

HEY YOU LIL' PISS BABY, YOU THINK YOU'RE SO FUCKING COOL? HUH? YOU THINK YOU'RE SO FUCKING TOUGH? YOU TALK A LOTTA BIG GAME FOR SOMEONE WITH SUCH A SMALL TRUCK AW, LOOK AT THOSE ARMS YOUR ARMS LOOK SO FUCKING CUTE THEY LOOK LIKE LIL' CIGARETTES I BET I COULD SMOKE YOU I COULD ROAST YOU AND THEN YOU'D LOVE IT AND YOU'D TEXT ME "I LOVE YOU" AND THEN I'D FUCKING GHOST YOU WITH THE BIG BOYS COMING WITH THE BIG STUFF I FEEL SO CLEAN LIKE A MONEY MACHINE, OH YEAH BIG BOYS COMING WITH THE BIG TRUCKS FEEL SO CLEAN LIKE A MONEY MACHINE, OH YEAH BIG BOYS COMING WITH THE BIG TRUCKS FEEL SO CLEAN LIKE A MONEY MACHINE, OH YEAH BIG BOYS COMING WITH THE PICTURE FEEL SO CLEAN LIKE A MONEY MACHINE, OH YEAH (OH YEAH) FEEL SO CLEAN, LIKE A MONEY MACHINE FEEL SO CLEAN, LIKE A MONEY MACHINE FEEL SO CLEAN, LIKE A MONEY MACHINE FEEL SO CLEAN, LIKE A MONEY MACHINE TELL ME WHAT'S THE DEAL, I'VE BEEN TRYING TO GO TO BED I'VE BEEN UP FOR DAYS, I'VE BEEN TRYNA GET AHEAD SAID IT ALL BEFORE, AND I'LL SAY IT ONCE AGAIN I'M BETTER OFF ALONE TELL ME WHAT'S THE DEAL, I'VE BEEN TRYING TO GO TO BED I'VE BEEN UP FOR DAYS, I'VE BEEN TRYNA GET AHEAD SAID IT ALL BEFORE, AND I'LL SAY IT ONCE AGAIN I'M BETTER OFF ALONE WITH THE BIG BOYS COMING WITH THE BIG STUFF I FEEL SO CLEAN LIKE A MONEY MACHINE, OH YEAH BIG BOYS COMING WITH THE BIG TRUCKS FEEL SO CLEAN LIKE A MONEY MACHINE, OH YEAH BIG BOYS COMING WITH THE BIG TRUCKS FEEL SO CLEAN LIKE A MONEY MACHINE, OH YEAH BIG BOYS COMING WITH THE PICTURE FEEL SO CLEAN LIKE A MONEY MACHINE, OH YEAH (OH YEAH) FEEL SO CLEAN, LIKE A MONEY MACHINE FEEL SO CLEAN, LIKE A MONEY MACHINE FEEL SO CLEAN, LIKE A MONEY MACHINE FEEL SO CLEAN, LIKE A MONEY MACHINE

yea so like theres this other time where when i used to have a 3DS and i was at ny grandpas funeral i was playing mario kart and so i was getting super mad cause of this one toad bot and i lost a game and yelled really loudly "FUCK YOU TOAD" and i got into really big trouble because of it

[babylon5]

kosh: i listened to the song the song is beautiful i love songs

sheridan: so what kind of music do you like

kosh: *hits play on speakers with telepathy or some shit*

Hey you lil' piss baby, you think you're so fucking cool? Huh? You think you're so fucking tough? You talk a lotta big game for someone with such a small truck Aw, look at those arms Your arms look so fucking cute They look like lil' cigarettes I bet I could smoke you I could roast you And then you'd love it and you'd text me "I love you" and then I'd fucking ghost you

With the big boys coming with the big stuff I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah

[davemustaine]

Hey, you lil' piss baby You think you're so fucking cool? Huh? You think you're so fucking tough? You talk a lotta big game for someone with such a small truck Aw, look at those arms Your arms look so fucking cute They look like lil' cigarettes I bet I could smoke you I could roast you And then you'd love it and you'd text me "I love you" And then I'd fucking ghost you

[shintsukimiai]

Hey you lil' piss baby, you think you're so fucking cool? Huh? You think you're so fucking tough? You talk a lotta big game for someone with such a small truck Aw, look at those arms Your arms look so fucking cute They look like lil' cigarettes I bet I could smoke you I could roast you And then you'd love it and you'd text me "I love you" and then I'd fucking ghost you

With the big boys coming with the big stuff I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the big trucks Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the big trucks Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the picture Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah (oh yeah)

Feel so clean, like a money machine Feel so clean, like a money machine Feel so clean, like a money machine Feel so clean, like a money machine

Tell me what's the deal, I've been trying to go to bed I've been up for days, I've been tryna get ahead Said it all before, and I'll say it once again I'm better off alone Tell me what's the deal, I've been trying to go to bed I've been up for days, I've been tryna get ahead Said it all before, and I'll say it once again I'm better off alone

With the big boys coming with the big stuff I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the big trucks Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the big trucks Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah Big boys coming with the picture Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah (oh yeah)

Feel so clean, like a money machine Feel so clean, like a money machine Feel so clean, like a money machine Feel so clean, like a money machine

U-Ugh…!! Are you just insulting me at this point…?

T-This feels personal…!

[pizzatower60s]

Chapter 2

“Mia can you please take table 3”

Alice in a panicked tone walks up to Mia. Alice is one of Mias coworkers at the malt shop she is a waitress at.

Alice has curly gingery red hair and her life style was very…carefree. Alice was on the richer side way richer than Mia really the only reason why she was here is because her parents cut her off from her allowance.

“Please Mia you have to take table three”

she shakes Mia frantically almost spilling the milkshake that Mia was taking to a table in the process.

“Alice, why cant you take it? Im very busy right now.”

Just then Alice grabs the milkshake from Mias hands

“I will take the milkshake you take table 3. Please no one else will”

As Alice walks away Mia is left crossing her arms sighing to herself.

She grabs the notepad from her dress pocket and begins to walk over to table three.

As she walks she starts to notice the whole reason nobody wanted to serve that table. In the long booth about 5 greasers sat.

Smoking disgustingly cheap cigarettes and talking way to loud for their own good.

Basically acting like they own the place.

Mia doesn’t blame the girls who didn’t want to serve them. Nobody wants to have to deal with the massive levels of ignorance that are radiating the booth.

She studies the greasers as she does with everyone and notices a familiar face.

In the middle of the group sat Peppino flaunting his usual arrogant self.

“Hello what can i get you boys today?”

Peppino takes his attention away from his conversation and looks Mia directly in the eyes.

“Well its nice-a to see you again doll face-a”

Peppino chuckles giving Mia the sly look that he gives every passing women.

“Its very nice to see you again to Peppino”

She gives him her best smile.

“Now then, what will you be having”

Peppino chuckles looking at his friends

“Well…Im-a hoping you have-a you~”

Mia pretends to flip through her notebook

“sorry we are out of that.”

Mia cant help but thinks his attempts are pathetic. I mean how many times has he used that line? I bet more than she can count.

Mia tries her hardest not to get angry over it. She rather die than let him control her emotions.

Mia finally finishes taking their order and brings out their food.

She notices Peppino isnt there he probably went to use the restroom.

She turns around and starts to walk back into the kitchen before she trips on her dress.

she almost face plants on the floor before she feels something grab the back of her dress top.

“you outta be more careful-a” Peppino slyly chuckles as he helps her up.

But when shes finally back on her feet they are close. Really close. Peppino could get a good look of how bright her eyes were.

Peppino was about to utter something before he just sits there.

From this close he notices how her scent is so soft like something that would be used to clean the laundry.

Lavender almost…

Peppino stares at her for what seems like for ever. Why isnt he walking away? Why cant he move?

why in gods name cant he speak!?

And why does she smell so damn good.

Mia looks at him with confusion

“uh..thank you but…i need to get to the kitchen so can u please move…?”

Peppino realizes hes in the way of Mias path.

silently he moves to the side. Of course he doesnt apologize.

He goes back to the booth and sits there. something is visibly wrong with him.

His face feels so warm and sweaty he feels this weird pit in his stomach almost like he swallowed a rock.

“Hey peppino you-a good?” Gustavo says nudging his shoulders

“You lookin a lil unglued?”

Peppino brushes him off

“Nah nah its-a nothin”

Peppino sits there and thinks practically not even touching his food. He cant help but continue to steal glances at Mia as she runs around the malt shop taking and giving orders.

Something about her just makes Peppino never want to take his eyes off

——————————————- Time skip

After work Mia heads out to her bike. But as she walks she sees Peppino and his little troop of greasers all relaxing around a car.

As Mia walks she makes eye contact with Peppino.

And as always she gives him a kind smile. a genuine one.

Why is she being so nice? They have only just met yet she continues to give him that kind smile.

Even if he continues to make sly comments she just…smiles.

A weird feeling builds up in Peppinos chest when he sees that familiar smile.

He wants to say something but…he cant and hes still not sure why.

[sc4bbysta6]

Aw, look at those arms Your arms look so fucking cute, they look like lil' cigarettes I bet I could smoke you, I could roast you And then you'd love it and you'd text me "I love you" And then I'd fucking ghost you

[matthewzane]

That One Time I Got Mugged

Bare with me.

I’ve been to a lot of places around the country, and a few international excursions. I’ve had amazing, mostly safe, uplifting experiences overall in my travels and longer term residences. I currently live in Dayton, Ohio… Of all the various places I’ve experienced, Dayton seems to be the only place that has ever had a personal problem with me.

I’ve had the worst experiences of my somewhat short life in Dayton, Ohio. However, if my life was some sort of streaming service original drama, my worst experiences make the best episodes. This is certainly one of those episodes.

It was winter. Deep Ohio Winter - fuckin ugly winter. Somehow everything is wet, but your skin dries out into cracks. Just dead Fargo-throw-me-in-a-tree-chipper G-d fuckin winter. hard, grey snow is sprayed all over the downtown Dayton area like some sort of frozen celestial ejaculate. There’s patches of ice, lying in wait, ready to ruin your day and bust your hips, knees, and ass right out their designated areas. Dayton is noticeably littered with varied sized graveyards filled with, I suspect, victims of the insufferable winters.

At this point in my life, I was shrinking my carbon footprint… by not having a car. So I would walk to and from work. My walk home was Often with an adult beverage or two to keep warm company. This particular period of my life was fraught with disharmony and dread, taking many different forms. I may or may not have had developed a common, though entirely unhealthy, coping mechanism during all this. They should really warn you about the addictive nature of alcohol, gee whiz.

The walk was not exactly a safe path, particularly when the elements add to the trail difficulty. So, I’m usually looking over my shoulder, while trying not to slip every five feet. However, on this seemingly ordinary Tuesday, two blocks from my house, I encountered a person “in need.” Had I not been under the influence, I may have spotted a few red flags at a more beneficial time.

“Heeey bro!” I heard from across the street. Being male and likely the ‘bro’ in question, I turned to address the voice. It belonged to a very skinny, scabby faced, 20 something Midwestern metropolis drifter. He had a big grey backpack, definitely not filled with school supplies. He was also sporting An oddly spotless white puffer coat, and one of those flappy beanies with the with the Double braids. His pants and shoes were covered in house paint, adding to the mystery of the pristine coat. He could be The spokesperson for loose cigarettes. I couldn’t see any skin, but I’d be willing to bet actual money he had an ICP Hatchetman tattoo somewhere on his body.

“You live around here?” He continued.

I’m not drunk, but I’m loose.

“Yeah man!” I answer.

“Cool, I’m looking for my boy, lil joker’s house. You know him?”

I am not on first name basis with any Lils at the moment, unfortunately. Which is what I should have said to the man, and continued walking. But that wouldn’t be a story.

“I can look up the address for you, bro!” I instead said as I then crossed the street towards the drifter. I whipped my phone out, excited to help a lost stranger - get a couple karma points.

“Thanks man, yo you got a dollar for the bus or a cigarette or something?”

I didn’t know the bus took cigarettes as fare - is what I should have said and continued walking to home.

“Nah, I don’t smoke and all I have is 20s.” I instead answered, still under the delusion I’m having a neighborly chat.

“Cool, Cool, so… you wanna buy some crystal then?”

Hm, that escalated quickly, I thought. Before I could say “Crystal what?” My bag was off my shoulder, my phone gets pimp-slapped into a pile of snow, and I have a small gun pointed at my face.

“Wallet! I’m takin yer shit, n****r!” The drifter yelled, with a sudden hick drawl.

You should probably know, both characters in this scene are in fact, Caucasian. I, a cis gendered, straight white American man, was called the full, hard R, n-word by another cis gendered, (assumably) straight, white American man. If you assumed the drifter was a black man, let that be your personal take away from this story and end your racist ways.

I’m stunned, so he just reaches into my back pocket and takes my wallet, pushing me into the street. He now has two backpacks on one arm, my wallet in one hand, little gun in the other, and a coat on that is definitely three sizes too big. He takes two steps back onto the sidewalk to count those 20s I generously mentioned earlier.

You don’t react in these types of situations how you ever hope you will. I would have liked to tell you that I disarmed the junkie, knocked his remaining teeth in, and reclaimed my items, John Wick style. Instead, still on my ass in the street, I squeak out: “can I just have my ID back? I like the picture on that one.”

We all want to be Ray Leotta, but usually end up Michael Cera.

In a fun twist, as the drifter shuffles backwards one more step, he slips on a patch of ice and gloriously eats the pavement. It couldn’t have been a more perfect fall had Johnny Knoxville written it (consider this my pitch for Jackass 5, Johnny). When he hits the ground, The gun goes off in an unknown direction, which silenced the part of me thinking it was unloaded or a toy. The two backpacks he was holding had twisted the fella around into a shitty yoga pose. From the ground, he turns his head to me and yells through actual tears: “don’t look at me! Don’t! Just - Just run, n****r!”

I graciously obliged, got up and ran home. There is no self defense class that could have possibly prepared one for the specifics of this scenario. I’ve checked. There is not a YouTube video about what to do when your attacker hurts themselves and starts crying, but still continues to use inaccurate racial slurs against you.

Of course, it was the best outcome of a mugging possible. Other than maybe not getting mugged. I made it out alive, uninjured, and experienced an enlightening hate crime simulation.

I still wonder if he was so high that he thought I was actually a black man. I also still wonder if he’s called the wrong person the n-word yet.

For the record, I don’t use this story as an excuse to sing n***a in rap songs. Though, I suppose the argument could be made that I’m using it in written form because those stars aren’t fooling you, you know what it says and you’re saying it to yourself as you read it - but again, that’s also on you as the reader.

I didn’t call the police. I didn’t want to further complicate an already over complicated situation, and my mind was having a hard time accepting what had just happened, actually happened. He was obviously in a desperate spot and the last thing we need is another poor soul entered into the penal system.

That, and he stole my phone.