#anyways I don't entirely wanna go because I've never felt like I needed pride

[iwanttobepersephone]

My mom's forcing me to go to a pride prom and we're gonna go dress shopping after dinner

I don't entirely want to go, but hey the worst case scenario is I end up eating nachos in a corner while on my phone wearing a pretty dress which like. That's not bad at all tbh. So I'm gonna go dress shopping to go to a pride prom

[666writingcafe]

Level Six

Content Warning: sub!/needy!Lucifer antics ensue, possibly OOC?

It all ends in Lucifer's room.

Upon reaching his bedroom door, I notice a note taped to it. Reading it reveals that as soon as I enter the room, I must remain in there for thirty minutes. If I succeed, I'll earn my star.

I stick the note in my pocket, take a deep breath, and open the door. The sight that greets me makes me audibly gasp. Lucifer's wrists and ankles are tied to the bed, leaving him quite vulnerable to anything that wants to have their way with him. That, combined with the fact that he's naked and hard, tells me that this is going to be a long half-hour.

"MC." His voice is higher than usual, making him sound a bit whiny.

"Lucifer?" I walk up to the bed, resting my hand on the nearest post.

"Is this how you want me?"

"I mean, sometimes," I answer honestly. "I just want to be able to take care of you from time to time. You have so much on your plate, and you rarely get to relax."

"I suppose that's true." Lucifer sighs. "I'd be lying if I told you that I've never wanted to do something like this."

"Yeah, with Diavolo."

"With you," he corrects. He's never this candid with me. Not unless he's under the influence of something. Yet, when I question him about it, he tells me that he's completely sober.

I don't know who blushes more: me or Lucifer.

"Frankly, I'm surprised," I respond. "I didn't think you were the submissive type. Not willingly, anyway."

"Only with people I trust completely."

"I'd imagine that's a rather short list." He hums affirmatively.

"You're one of maybe five in my entire existence that I've felt comfortable sharing this with." I feel like my heart just leapt up my throat, making it impossible to speak. How in the world did I manage to do something like that? While I'm proving to be rather powerful, I'm still only a human.

"Quit it," he states.

"Quit what?"

"Thinking that you're unworthy. I don't make these kind of judgements lightly, MC. If I didn't think for a second that you'd be able to handle this appropriately, I wouldn't have agreed to indulge you in this particular way." His red eyes stare deep into mine, making me gulp. It reminds me that I'm dealing with the literal Avatar of Pride and not just some handsome guy off the street.

I have to distract myself. I can't give in now, not when I'm so close to completing this whole test.

I walk away from Lucifer, choosing to sit in his desk chair.

"MC, please." Ignoring him, I pick up one of the books off his desk and begin reading.

"MC!" Oh, he definitely sounds needy. And desperate. I take a deep breath, summoning as much self-control as I possibly can.

"No."

"Ple-ease!" Is he crying? "I wanna be your good boy so bad!" My hand grips harder on the book's spine. If he's acting, then he's nailing it.

"I can't." I hear him whimpering.

"Master, please." Oh shit. He's going there. "Give me an order. I'll do anything you ask me to." Glancing up from my book reveals a wide-eyed, flushed, and panting Lucifer. He looks so pretty right now.

How much time has passed?

"I would under any other circumstances, but not now."

"Whyyyy?!"

"Because I'd fail this part of the test." I try to focus my attention back on the book, but I hear Lucifer struggling against his restraints.

"Behaving like a brat isn't going to get you what you want, Lucifer." I'm surprised the thought escapes my mouth.

"I don't care. I need you, Master. I'll be so good for you."

"You're not being good right now." Would Asmo and Solomon consider this cheating? I hope not. I'm just trying to distract Lucifer--and myself--until the thirty minutes is up.

"If you untie me, I'll give you everything you ever dreamed of."

"Tempting, but no." His subsequent whining slowly turns into white noise, and I'm actually able to focus on the book. Not that I'll remember anything that I'm reading, but as long as I'm able to block out Lucifer, then I should be able to pass.

Suddenly, I hear a timer go off, indicating that the thirty minutes are up. I'm hesitant to move, though. Knowing Solomon, he's hoping to lure me into a false sense of security and then ding me for giving into my desires. Just out of curiosity, I start the stopwatch on my D.D.D. and continue reading.

Sure enough, another half hour has passed by the time Solomon enters the room. Waving his hand, he summons a sheet to cover Lucifer's naked form before walking over to me.

"I must say, I'm impressed, MC," he tells me as I close the book and set it back on Lucifer's desk. "I thought for sure you would have fallen for that." I shake my head.

"I figured it was a trap." Solomon smiles.

"Hold out your hand." Once I do, he causes the star of chastity to appear on the magical crest. He then guides me out of the room and gently shuts the door.

"Who's going to untie Lucifer?" I ask.

"The same person that tied him."

Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @thunderlightning351, @l3v1chan

[pvremichigan]

🗣 CJ & IJ ?

"Ah jeez where do I start..."

"CJ. Now I've never been able to have children due to my kind, nor do I want to have any. But he has been the son I never thought I needed and the friend I never thought I'd have. That boy brought me back into this world after I hid away yet again. He's seen me at my worst and best and his loyalty is unfaltering. The closer we grew, the more pain I felt for his suffering growing up. I don't know every single detail, but he shared with me something he hasn't shown many people, if anyone else at all. He trusts me. I trust him. Fully. I know how other people view him but they don't see him like I do. They don't see the love he can express because they don't deserve it. He's one smart fucking kid. Pretty much a genius. He has unbelievable talent and skill. Despite the fucking hell he walked through, he still came out with a crown on his head."

"I envy him, I do... At times I even look up to him. A human of all people, imagine that... In fact, I see his entire worth. I don't think he'll ever be able to love himself the way I love him but that's okay... A mothers love is far different than the love you give yourself. However... I hope I can teach him how to love himself. He is far more than he realizes."

"The government thinks this is a game... Until it eventually comes around to bite them in the ass." "CJ means the world to me. I love that boy so fuckin' much. Sometimes I start to worry... Even cry a little knowing someday he's going to have to go. Pass on... It hurts. It hurts when I consider the fact that he grew up with only himself and his buddy to rely on. But I know I have to be strong for the both of us."

"He's got a childlike side too. I've seen him, he's goofy. He's a dumbass sometimes. He's so loving. He has skills I never even knew he had. Sometimes I feel like I could spend days around him just listening to his stupid stories and fun antics him and his friends get into. He's so passionate, I would hate to ever see that passion burn out."

"I can't lose him... There's something different about him, man, I swear... I know he's human but he feels like far more."

"He's a blessing. He's a gift..."

"He's hope."

Uh oh on to the next guy!

"I don't wanna do this one."

That sucks! Anyways.

"IJ. Well... I'm hesitating on this a lot. Not out of hatred, but more out of my stubborn prideful nature. I can't say anything bad about him. He's proven every single negative theory I had about him wrong. Every obstacle I try to throw his way just to catch him messing up and he leaps those hurdles like it's a walk in the park. It breaks my heart because the whole time... His eyes are on me. I've never had that. I don't know what to do with this..."

"It's overwhelming, it's too much. Yet if any of it is reeled back at this point, I'll end up grasping it for dear life. Maybe it's just me trying to adjust but it's all so intense."

"Maybe because he's finally giving me what I didn't realize I always needed and longed for. Y'know if you starve and end up indulging on food... You get sick. This is my ailment."

"An illness I wouldn't cure for the life of me."

"He's changed a lot. He's no where near who he used to be. The version of him I hated. He's become everything I adore and admire. And after everything I've had to fuckin' deal with, it ain't selfish to admit that his devotion and inseparable loyalty for me are the thing I needed most. I don't need to be worshipped or praised. I just need what he's giving. I feel like a leech sometimes craving this shit but he reminds me constantly that he has so much love and loyalty to give that I doubt this scratches the surface."

"He never left my side. He's always been about me. He's always been here for me, it's always been me. He could've chosen anywhere else to live, anyone else to stay with. Not saying he only lives for me, I'd fucking hate that. He has individuality, he's his own person. He doesn't put himself below me, he doesn't put himself last."

"I don't know... I don't know if it's too soon to say this to this degree... It's only been two months. We've only been together two months."

"But knowing him for two years... Hating him for 90% of it... I wonder if that hatred towards the end was just projection or not because..."

"I love him. I love him too much, it feels like."

"I just... Really fuckin' love him. I wish I could slow down, take this slower and not run into things just to be safe but the more I hold back, the more I run faster."

"He's so fucking cool too, have you seen his abilities?! Dude has BLACK BLOOD, you kiddin'? And those eyes? The fucking gold in them? Holy fuck... It's not just gold tinted, it looks like tiny flakes of gold. It's so bizarre. I hate what they did to him in that facility, whatever bullshit they put him through but he turned out beautiful. And I don't use that lightly."

"And his fucking voice?"

She runs a hand down her mouth in frustrated disbelief. You could consider it a swoon but she will not call it that and neither will you.

"I don't find people attractive often, it's a very rare thing for me. But this motherfucker? I hate it, I HATE it because I feel like I could go on for hours. Maybe it's not attraction, maybe it's infatuation. But still, it's something and it might be too fuckin' much for anybody at this point."

"He's done a lot for me. He's proven all my worries wrong. Doesn't mean I won't still worry, but I... I don't think I'm scared anymore. I think I can trust him a little more with his promises. Only time will tell but... I trust him to make the right decisions."

"I'm glad he invaded my life. I'm glad he wouldn't leave me alone."

"He's everything I love. Not just personally, but in general."

"I'm beyond glad we met."

"I'm beyond glad I met both of them. They're my boys... I wouldn't trade them for the world."

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Last Christmas

Word Count: 2372

Warnings: Mild violence and blood some angst or is it whomp?

A/N: This one was a fun write. I need to thank @robertsheehanownsmyass for being my sounding-board, always, and for helping me with ideas!  Chapter 1: God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman can be found here

Chapter 2: The Fairytale of New York

It's not that Violet meant to kill Nathan. Yet here she was, at 4:30 in the morning holding him on her apartment floor while he bled to death. Her lips brushed his freezing forehead as she adjusted his head in her lap.

Not very long before the murder, Violet woke with a start when she heard a door slam. She was drunk still from the never-ending fishbowl drinks bestowed upon her after the win. Brain fuzzy and the room spun as Violet got to her feet and rummaged through the nightstand.

She desperately searched for a missing piece and her kitchen knife. Was someone meant to be with her? Her body screamed with booze and adrenaline as she held the knife aloft venturing into the hallway.

Violet made her way to the living area. A throb grew in her ears that deafened the silence of her apartment. The night flashed before her eyes as her head swam.

How the liquor filled her goblet with just a point of his long finger. Which he told her wasn’t necessary. Just thinking about it often worked. Like how he thought the scantily clad shot girl could use bigger tits, so they inflated a size or two. The dude bro that wolf whistled at Violet and slapped her ass as she walked passed, his tongue literally fell out.

“It's MY job to sexually harass women, NOT yours!” he yelled over the techno. Then casually tossed the body part in the horrified man’s direction. “What's a matter,” he pouted his lips in a kiss, “Sexy bitch got your tongue?!”

Violet furrowed her brows now as she rubbed her pulsing temples. Had they danced? Out in the middle of the crowd, his hands on her waist as she leaned back into him. Both gyrating rhythmically to some rave remix of an 80s song.

“You are the weirdest shaped guy I've ever met!” Violet had shouted. “Like a muscular-armed stick bug”

The strobe lights flashed across his face as he strained to grasp this as an insult or compliment. Instead he took a chance and kissed Violet's neck. She let him.

There was, Violet remembered now, flirting in the back of a cab. She told him drunkenly he had Irish eyes and a green smile.

“No,” she shook her head and laughed. “Green eyes and an Irish smile?”

He laughed but smashed his face into Violet’s. His kisses were wet, sloppy. Too eager and childlike for someone in their twenties. Violet pointed that out as she wedged a hand between his face and her.

“Christ who taught you how to kiss?!” her hand squeezed his cheeks so that his mouth formed an O shape.

“M’maffs teach-a in yee-ah four,” he muffled.

“Your fourth grade teacher French kissed you?!”

“No!” he giggled “Year four, it’s. I was fifteen.”

“That's sexual assault!” Violet cried.

“Aww only if you don't want it to happen.” He tried to push his mouth into her again, but she literally ducked out of his way. Defeated, he gave up and the rest of the ride was silent.

Back in the present. Out of nowhere from behind, “Hey do you have any blank-”

It was quick. Shocking how easy it was to stab Nathan through the heart. How fate helped Violet sink the knife so deeply into him that her breasts met his bare chest before either understood what was going on.

Nathan’s lower jaw hung open as he started to grunt in pain. A dark pool of blood poured around the weapon. Stark contrast to his pale olive skin. He swayed but steadied himself on Violet’s arms. His demeanor changing instantly from panic to acceptance and his body relaxed.

Violet’s hand still around the knife as a lump formed in her throat. She scrambled out of his grip, sobs and pleas of forgiveness wracked her body as she struggled to find her phone.

“I've got.. to.. to.. to.. Call 9-1-1. It was an accident. Nathan. I'll get someone here-”

“NO!” he bellowed. “No, it'll be ok. I'll..” he winced. “Come back.”

“From what?! I STABBED YOU!”

“Death, sweetheart.” His Irish accent makes the A R sound like the word “Air.” “I've been stabbed in the heart (h-air-t) by women before, but I've never been..” Nathan gesticulated to the knife in his chest.

“ARE YOU MAKING A FUCKING JOKE?! YOU'RE DYING! Oh my God,” Violet’s knees began to buckle but she caught herself on the counter.

“I'm immortal. Christ t’is fucking hurts.” Nathan struggled to breathe. “Was impaled twice. Beat t’death once. I'll be good.”

He continued, “C’mon Vi, give us a hand,” he instructed. His shaking hand unable to grip the hilt of the knife protruding from his chest. “I'll die quicker this way. be back half past or so”

It was so matter of fact. “Pride goeth before the fall” Violet thought.

A cheeky grin deepened the dimples in Nathan’s cheeks as Violet took the carving knife out of his chest. Blood had spilled unexpectedly down the corners of his lips while he slid down the wall. Violet tried her best to catch him. To soften the blow between man and hardwood, but Nathan folded like the scarecrow coming off his pole.

Even more present:

“Joyeux Noël, Violet. You've Committed your first involuntary manslaughter.” Warm tears poured down her cheeks onto Nathan’s face.

Her legs were sticky with his coppery blood, but she kept marveling when her world soon grew quiet without his smart mouth and witty retorts. There was only a faint gurgle of blood that filled his mouth and lungs. How beautiful Nathan would always be to her in this moment because immortality was for vampires and mythology.

She would never forgive him either. It took longer than Nathan insisted, heart still pumped dark crimson into her hand used as a piss-poor tourniquet. But the beating slowed to a stop as Violet absently combed her fingers through his thick hair to soothe her exhausted body into a fitful sleep.

This time it was the heady smell of eggs and sausage that roused Violet from her sleep.

There was humming and singing in a language she didn't know as someone rattled about in the cupboards.

One hand over her eyes, head felt like someone bashed it repeatedly with a drumstick, she came to life. Her mind grabbed at flashes of kisses and a knife and Nathan being dead. The hallway, but this was her couch?

Suddenly she sat straight up, “OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!” Violet's hands and bare thighs were caked in dry blood. She flew off the couch and went to Make it down the hall to the guestroom. But instead she slipped and fell in the coagulated mess on the hardwood floor

“Aw yep,” a harsh Irish lilt quipped from the kitchen. “I meant t’clean that up before ya woke, but I wasn't sure where the supplies were.”

Violet simply laid down on her floor, defeated. “I killed you,” she whispered.

Nathan appeared above her. His shaggy hair fell across his forehead and the goatee and mustache Violet swore he had shaved was back. He consciously fumbled to button his dress shirt that she was certain he wasn't wearing as he lay in her arms.

“You were in your underwear. You were bleeding to death last night in your underwear only,” she sat up grimacing at her blood caked hair.

“I cleaned up the best I could. Told ye it would be half five when I came to. Didn't wanna leave ye on the floor, so I carried ye t’the sofa. Sorta did a bit o’the whore’s bath in your sink.” Nathan mimed washing his body, “Not really comfortable with the whole showering in a strange bird’s gaff without permission.”

Violet stumbled to her feet with Nathan’s help. His reflex to catch her as she slid again in the mess was quick. Their chests pressed together again. His skin against hers as she clung to the seams of his shirt to balance herself. Violet's face flushed. From a hangover or how warm Nathan was. Alive.

“I ran you through with a carving knife. You died in my lap. You turned ice cold and had purple lips and I thought to myself how many times I asked you if you ever shut up.”

“Only when I'm dead,” Nathan absently stroked her hair. Large hand gently rubbed her back and took a chance at getting a squeeze of her ass.

Violet ignored what Nathan did and refused to look at him. Not in those ever changing eyes anyway. Instead she placed her hand flat on Nathan's smooth, if not slightly stained, chest. No gaping wound, heartbeat steady.

Violet's own heart pounded in her ears as the adrenaline from touching him raced through her veins. There was no denying that he was just as beautiful alive.

And no denying that Nathan eagerly tried to crash his mouth into hers, but Violet swerved. “Are those my underwear!?”

Nathan stepped back to pop his shirt up and push his own backside in her direction. “Mine were ruined,” he rubbed himself and bit his entire bottom lip. “Oi they're soft and make my ass look great.” He slapped it for good measure.

“I like you better dead"

Nathan sneered sarcastically and rolled his eyes. His lips moved with no sound coming out but baby babble. "See if I make YOU breakfast again!”

A hot shower and clean clothes later, Violet climbed onto one of the stools at the kitchen island. Her houseguest sat a plate of food and a mug of tea in front of her

“Found some peppermint. Mum says that helps with a hangover.” Dimpled grin before he turned around to finish cleaning up her kitchen.

“Oh,” Violet was taken aback by his thoughtfulness. “Thank you,” she meant it. “Hey! You’re not using magic.”

“Nooo. I'll use it sparingly until I have to give it back. Been right fucking fun while it’s lasted.”

“You’re cleaning my kitchen.”

“Yeah? If you tell us where some brushes and such are, I'll clean the floor next.”

Violet felt a pleasure seep into her bones as she sipped the hot tea. It was nice to have someone to look after her for once. She had time to really watch as Nathan scrubbed the pans he used. She took notice of him biting a cuticle or chewing skin off his lip as he carefully searched her drawers for a towel. He flitted about kind of like a hummingbird; never staying still long enough between tasks.

“Nathan you don't have to do any of this. I know it's just a layover until you're back in London. I The situation isn't exactly ideal. Now that I murdered you, isn't it fucking weird?” Violet questioned around a mouthful of food.

He faced Violet while drying the dishes. “Nah. Been killed loads of times. Impaled twice. Sewer pipe. Metal picket fence. Then had my head bashed in. Stabbed in the heart by a beautiful girl who is a bit dodgy about me kissing her is tops now!” A bright smile crept across his face.

“why are you cleaning then?”

Nathan scratched the back of his head in thought, “Well, so ye don't have t’remember I was ever here.”

Violet’s mouth hung open but she closed it quickly. “Who the fuck would ever want to forget you?” She started to laugh, “I watched your anger literally explode in hundreds of rabbits. I probably drank a hundred bucks of liquor for free. You took a guy’s tongue out for slapping my ass. And you're..”

Nathan leaned on the island top with his chin in one hand, “Immortal?” He wiggled his eyebrows seductively.

“An Irish prick,” Violet cocked her own eyebrow in return. Nathan pouted.

“I've gotta go to the casino. I know someone in the back of the house who found all of your shit. Please just stay here. Can you do that?” She got up to get a bucket and cleaning supplies from the closet.

“Do you know how many movies start with someone saying don't move?!” There was a gleam in his bright green eyes.

“Nathan, I mean it!” she commanded from the bedroom. “I have to go Christmas shopping too. Jesus it's Christmas eve.” She hobbled back into the living room trying to pull a shoe on.

“Fine. But if I find porn anywhere and have a wank out of boredom, that's on you lady!” He mimicked masturbating in her direction.

Violet’s face contorted in disgust as she threw on a leather jacket. “Grow up.”

“Tried that. She ran away with all the money, and I went to prison. When do I meet mum and dad?” shit-eating grin

“They're dead.”

Nathan’s face fell. For once he was momentarily speechless. “My step-dad’s a dog.”

Violet's hand was on her doorknob, but she paused. “Wait.. Like cheats on your mom dog?”

“More like turns into a naked Jack Russell at night with his massive cock out all over town.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“So much. T’anks for asking!” Nathan grabbed Violet by the wrist. He spun his finger in a circle ever so slightly. “Just a bit o’ Christmas magic before you go?”

Violet gasped as a sprig of mistletoe manifested itself above them. A bough of pine spread on either side of the doorway wrapped in tinsel. Little white lights started to twinkle from inside.

“Nathan, it’s beau-” but Violet was interrupted by his mouth covering hers again.

He was softer this time as his hands gripped her waist. His tongue gently slid into her mouth and Violet accepted it. Her body relaxed into him as their lips moved on instinct. But she found herself as quickly as she had gotten lost. She managed to wedge her hands between their bodies so she could push herself away.

“No. Nope. We can't do this. You're leaving the day after tomorrow, and I'm not a fucking Hallmark Christmas movie.”

Nathan brushed his nose against Violet's forehead, “I think it's too late for that.” But she turned abruptly and left him cold by the front door.

“Make yourself at home, okay?” Was all she shouted from the other side of the door.

[screamxqueenx94]

Let's Rebel (Part 8)

A/N:Another installment of my series. I may or not be wrapping it all up soon, but we'll see. If you'd like to be tagged and officially start my tag list, let me know 💕💕💕

Warnings: fighting, some swearing

Y/N/N= your nickname, Y/N= your name

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It has been over a week and you've been avoiding Reggie like the plague. He's even texted you nonstop to the point that you blocked his number. But, after your "break up", it made you look back on some things. One of those things was how you treated Archie when he tried doing something nice for your family and you just went complete ape shit on him. You seen him at his locker, still peaking glances at you, still obviously feeling sad about the whole situation.

You decide to swallow your pride and approach him. He looks at you, surprise covering his whole face as you stood in front of him. What you were about to do was long overdue, but he deserved it.

"I'm sorry..." You tell him. "I'm sorry that I flipped out like a psycho when all you were trying to do was help me and my family..." You continued.

You took a deep breath and looked down at your beat up converse sneakers as Archie watched you with understanding.

"I understand if you don't accept my apology, and I wouldn't blame you if you didn't. I just want you to know that I truly am sorry that I'm such a horrible friend." You look back up at him and he just wraps you in a warm embrace.

"Don't you apologize. You've been through a lot in recent months." He says understandingly as he squeezes you tighter. You hug him back, but you still can't help but feel shitty on how you treated him. You let go and walk down the hallway to the student lounge together.

"It doesn't really matter what I was feeling Arch, I was still a bitch and you didn't deserve that." You tell him, filled with guilt as you tuck some of your bright blue hair behind your ear that was now fading into a greenish color.

"Well, apology accepted because you do deserve it." He replies back, smiling back at you, he nudges you playfully with his elbow, making you smile a bit.

You walk into the student lounge, you see all your old friends, smiling at the sight of you and Archie being friends again.

"Aww, yay! You guys finally made up!" Veronica cheered, making everyone else cheer and laugh. All you can do is laugh and just plop down in the arm chair facing the couches.

"So I take it we're all friends again?" Kevin asked nervously.

"I wouldn't have it any other way... I really missed you guys." You answer back. Everyone just awes and pile up for one big group hug, dog pile style, knowing you secretly love that despite saying how much you say you hate it.

They get up laughing by the look of cringe on your face. Before anyone can say anything else, Reggie walks in as you happened to have glanced over at the doorway. You quickly look back and put your hand up, as if it's some type of invisibility cloak, but let's face it. With hair that bright, who wouldn't notice? He walks towards you, but you quickly jump up and grab your bag.

"Uh-- I forgot I had to go see Weatherbee... I-- I'll catch up with you guys later." You tell your friends quickly as you leave out the other door, practically running, trying to avoid Reggie once more.

As you run out to the hallway, you bump into someone, knocking you on your butt, making you drop all your stuff out of your bag. You scramble to pick it all up, when you see a pair of large hands helping you. As you look further up to see who it is, you notice the leather jacket, then the familiar neck tattoo, then you come face to face with Sweet Pea, the boy you've been in contact with for the past week.

"S--sorry. I should really watch where I'm going.." You quickly apologize as you take the books from his hands and stuff them in you bag.

"Hey, it's my fault, I wasn't paying attention. Although you were coming in kinda hot.." He replies with his signature smirk.

"You runnin' from somethin'?" He asks, as you both stand up straight.

You look back nevously, and put you bag over your shoulder, then quickly turn back to him. "More like someone..." You reply.

Your hands and body shaking from nerves, but to Sweet Pea, it appeared to be fear.

"Who?" He asks concerningly.

Before you can answer, a voice you recognize calls for you, making you nearly jump out of your skin. It was Reggie, and he didn't look happy.

"Y/N! I've been trying to get ahold of you. You blocked my number, Instagram and Facebook. I wanna talk to you. I need to explain--" you cut him off before he can finish.

"Look, I dont care what you're explanation is... I just want you to get the hint. I'm done with you and I just want you to leave me alone." You tell him. As you're about to walk away, he grabs your wrists, a little tighter than you're comfortable with. Making you wince.

Sweet Pea notices and pushes Reggie back.

"She said she doesn't wanna talk to you, now back off, Mantle." He barks, as he remains standing in front of you, acting as a shield.

"Mind your business, Sweet Pea. This is between me and Y/N." Reggie shoots back defensively.

"You made it my business when you continued to harass her when she told you to leave her alone." Sweet Pea steps closer to Reggie, staring him down. People start to stare at what is a possible fight about to ensue.

"This is the last time I'm gonna say it: Back. Off. Serpent." Reggie's voice gets louder with each word, then pushes Sweet Pea, who only moves a step back. Your friends come out of the lounge to witness what's going on. Kevin grabs his phone and films what he thinks is going to be a fight thats YouTube worthy.

Reggie steps closer, getting in Sweet Pea's face, but Sweets refuses to back down.

"I don't know what happened between you and Y/N/N, but all I know is that if you continue to harass her, I'm gonna be forced to kick your ass... and I'm gonna really fuckin' enjoy it too." He smirks as Reggie gets angier.

Finally, Reggie grabs Sweet Pea by his jacket and slams him against some lockers, but Sweets isn't phased for a second. He punches Reggie, knocking him to the ground. But Reggie is quick back up on his feet and tackles Sweet Pea into the lockers again, this time picking him up and slamming him on the ground.

As the boys continue to fight, you scream at Reggie to stop and then go over and start hitting him, which prompts Archie to pull you back, but you kick and scream for him to let you go. Suddenly, Jughead and Fangs come and pull Reggie off Sweet Pea. As they help Sweet Pea up, Moose and another Bulldog hold Reggie back so he didn't attack him again.

Archie let you go and you run over to Sweet Pea. You take his face in your hands and look at his face to make sure he's okay. Sweets reassures you he's fine while Reggie continues to yell as Moose and the other Bulldog tell him to just walk away.

"Don't let me catch on my turf Serpent!" He shouts as Sweet Pea chuckles and gives him the middle finger. Just then, Principal Weatherbee comes out and calls you, Reggie and Sweet Pea into his office.

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You were the last in Westherbee's office and the last to leave. You, Reggie and Sweet Pea were all suspended until there was proof that Sweet Pea didn't and you didn't start the fight, which you thought was complete and utter bullshit considering there was at least 50 witnesses and multiple people recording the entire thing.

When you leave Westherbee's office, Sweets was waiting for you.

"Hey. You okay?" He asks you, putting his arm around you as you both walk out of the building. You let out a defeated sigh.

"Yeah.... Just irritated by this whole situation." You looked away as you spoke, but then looked at him and half smiled. "Thanks for standing up for me, even though you didn't have to..." You continue as you half smile.

"Mantle's an asshole anyways. It was eventually gonna happen. Rather have it be to defend a cute girl like yourself." He replies as he holds the doors open for you, making you blush at his words.

He stops you at the bottom of the steps, and faces you. "You sure you're okay?" He asks, pushing some of your hair out of your face. You blush a little more, making Sweet Pea have his signature smirk again.

"Yeah... Reggie just scared me a bit is all..." you say as you put your hands in your jean jacket and start walking to your car with Sweet Pea walking right next to you.

"Yeah, what's up with that? I thought you guys were like... a thing or something?" He asks.

You explain to him what happened that day at the lake. How his mother had spoken to you and the things she said and how all he could do was just look down and take it. After how he was there for you during the toughest time in your life, but couldn't stand up for you felt so insulting and it wasn't okay.

"...I don't really care that she called me a slut, I mean every girl unfortunately has heard it at least once before.... but it's the fact that he didn't stick up for me... ya know?" You continue as you reach your car and get your keys out of your pocket.

"I get it. When you're with someone, no matter what the situation is, they should always have your back. No matter how scared they are of whoever is giving you shit..." he replies with an understanding half smile. You smile back and you're just about to say something when your phone goes off. It was a text from your mom. The school called her and she's pissed.

"Sorry, it's my mom..." you tell Sweets as you unlock your phone. He just waves his hand and shakes his head to show he's not offended by the fact that you had your phone out while talking to him.

You sigh deeply and out your phone in the back pocket of your ripped jeans. This was the last thing you needed. You and Sweet Pea didn't start the fight. That one was on Reggie, but your mom was right in a way. You'd never fight anyone in school, you'd save it for your front yard or the other person's yard. You felt defeated, and of course Sweet Pea seen it written all over your face.

"I take it the school called your mom?" He asks.

"Yeah.... and as usual, she believes that I actually started it." You answer back sadly. There were times where your mom could be your best friend, but mostly she just didn't ever believe you about anything or took advantage of your love for your dad and little brothers and used it against you.

"Y'know, if it had been my dad they contacted instead of my mom, he would've came down and got in Westherbee's face because he knows if never start a fight in school. Didn't matter if he was still in the hospital or not, he always has my back." You tell Sweet Pea with a slight agitation in your voice as you lol down at the pavement under your dirty converse.

He just looks down at you and pushes your hair out of your face and behind your ear again, making you look up at his smiling face.

"You sound like you need to let off some steam." He remarks as rests his arm up on your open car door.

You scoff. "That's an understatement..."

He closes your car door and takes your hand and starts leading towards his bike.

"What are you doing?" You ask while chuckling.

"Taking you to rebel a bit." He stops and turns around to face while still holding your hand.

"What are some things that you do that pissed your mom off?" He asks you with a mischievous grin on his perfectly adorable face.

"Well despite already having 7 tattoos, she hates that I have them. She hates that I color my hair unnatural colors and have a nose ring. So basically just being myself..." You answer back. His grin gets even bigger as he goes back to leading you to his bike.

"Well then, let's go do that."

"Do what?" You ask nervously.

"Let's go get you another tattoo. One that will really piss her off!" He chuckles, getting on his bike and handing you a helmet.

[punkscowardschampions]

Rio & Buster

Rio: [when it's night for her so it's like evening for him k] Rio: you up Buster: You forget about the time difference or just everything else? Rio: idk how many hours it is Buster: Enough that it's a stupid question Rio: You Buster: What do you want, Rio? Rio: the time, obviously Buster: [tells her] Rio: doing your homework then Buster: I've done it Buster: Now I'm doing the girl who came over to study with me, so like I said, what do you want? Rio: wow Rio: you're so cool Buster: Not the word for what I am Buster: Try again Rio: You're alright Rio: know the accent ain't your preferred but not my job Buster: Goodnight then Buster: It's been a pleasure, like Rio: Prick Rio: there's one Buster: Still not good enough Rio: Selfish Rio: liar Rio: got loads, actually Rio: easy once you get going Buster: Yeah, most things are Buster: You just have to really commit to it Buster: Not that I need to tell you about that, obviously Rio: Lots of failed attempts don't make you an expert Rio: from one to another Buster: Saying I've got loads of failures doesn't make it true, babe Buster: You should know by now you can't just talk something into happening Rio: That boring you wanna relive 'em? Okay Rio: be fair and skip the kiss and go more current Buster: You're the one messaging me to try & relive something Rio: You're the one replying hoping something better's coming Buster: That if I'm honest enough you'll fuck off, yeah, that would be better Rio: 😂 Rio: first time for everything Rio: hit me w some real home truths like you've got any concept Buster: I've never lied to you Buster: Say whatever the fuck else you like Rio: You lie about everything Buster: You wish Rio: nah Rio: makes me sad for you Buster: Fuck off Rio: it does Buster: 'Cause you get turned on by sad boys & fuck ups Buster: Leave me out of it Rio: oh honey Rio: that ship has sailed Buster: Call up your ex, I'm sure he'd have you back Buster: Any of them actually Rio: I'll just wait for the hourly call bombing Rio: obvs Buster: Drew not sorted that for you? He's proper slacking Rio: say what you like Rio: he ain't a quitter Buster: Hilarious Buster: Tell that to your mum & your sister Buster: Indie too if she's not in his earshot Rio: It's boring how much you love him Rio: could've taken that airtime to call me a dropout, something vaguely cutting Buster: It's fucked up how much you do Rio: was talking about ryan anyway, genius Rio: but hurts finding out you ain't special, I guess Rio: I wouldn't know Buster: If he's your definition of special, I don't want it Rio: If only that were true Buster: I know he ain't special, babe, you don't have to backtrack that fast Rio: Who, Drew? Rio: obviously got something ain't he Buster: Go find out Buster: You're obviously desperate to catch whatever it is Rio: ain't been waiting on permission, like Buster: Clearly, you've as good as been sucking his cock this entire convo so Rio: what is it then Rio: not latent homosexuality, i don't reckon Rio: is it some strange chivalry thing or what Rio: used to think you was jealous but obvs not Buster: I'll get a therapist, find out & hit you up Buster: Until then, it's been fun, like Rio: nah Buster: Oh shit, I forgot you wanted me fucked up Buster: Forget that then Rio: like you ever cared what i wanted Rio: or needed Buster: 'Course I didn't Buster: Why would I? Rio: comes to something when he really did do a better job Rio: and that's only 'cos he wanted to fuck me Rio: square that with your chivalry Rio: only when it suits to be high n mighty Buster: Everything can only be when it suits you, how could I almost forget that too? Rio: you're only pretending you don't remember Rio: keep up Buster: Nah, I'm really just having that much difficulty concentrating Buster: Blame this girl Rio: Yeah right Rio: other way 'round Buster: I definitely don't remember you being this funny Buster: Guess you need a sense of humor the way things are, yeah? Rio: no one's joking but you Rio: it's a really bad tell Rio: don't play poker, mr serious Buster: I don't need the money, you should have a go though Rio: not allowed Buster: That's never stopped you before Rio: now that it suits you that was all me, yeah Rio: remember that when you wanna claim it as your idea later Buster: I didn't mean us Rio: 'Course not Buster: Nice to know I'm the first thing that comes to mind though, babe Rio: well we all know how you feel about coming last Buster: You do now, yeah Rio: hm? Buster: Lesson learned Buster: 'Cause I feel the same way about repeating myself Rio: ha Rio: christ that's fucked Rio: sound just like him Rio: had to check the window Buster: Don't Rio: not my fault you did Rio: could've been there Buster: I mean it, shut up Rio: yeah, keep going Rio: dunno how we'll finish the reenactment like this Buster: Jesus Christ Rio: nah, not your line Rio: commit, for fuck's sake, McKenna Buster: Get out of my fucking face right now Buster: I'm not doing this Rio: Awh, now you're stealing my lines? Rio: Not surprised Rio: you didn't do anything, did you Buster: What the fuck is wrong with you? Rio: have to turn a few more tricks to afford the fee to find out Rio: or am I rich like you and just pretending Rio: what's it to be tonight Rio: ooh, better yet Rio: ask ryan and swap theories, he's got loads too Buster: Stop Rio: thought as much Buster: I don't give a shit what you think if that's where your head's at Buster: How dare you Rio: Yeah, how dare I Rio: have a real life problem and drag you down Rio: when you said more than once that you'd help Rio: and you fucking didn't Buster: How dare you compare me to him when I fucking Buster: I can't help you if you won't let me Buster: You've got your hero & that leaves me as the villain just like you want Rio: Yeah, this is exactly what I want, you're so right Rio: I asked for it, like Buster: You asked for me at arms length, yeah Buster: Priorities, babe Rio: No, fuck that Rio: you left Rio: and I don't mean to there, for you misunderstand for your benefit Buster: Yeah, I've really benefitted Buster: If I left it's 'cause you told me I don't matter enough Buster: That it's not worth it Buster: And anyway, that's what families do Rio: You've told me exactly how little I matter Rio: then showed me too Rio: you couldn't even just Buster: You showed me first Rio: Bollocks Rio: I fucking did that for you and then you couldn't even put aside how much you hate Drew to care that I was alright Buster: You did it for you & your new career Buster: Months I've been waiting for you to do it for me Rio: Yeah 'cos being covered in bruises was well fucking helpful Rio: love that Rio: probably Buster: What? Rio: and I told you I'd tried before Buster: I asked you if he hurt you & you said no Rio: It wasn't that bad Rio: I said, he was trying to scare me Buster: Fuck's sake Buster: That's not Buster: You should've told me Rio: Then you'd be nice, would you Buster: Rio Buster: Come on Rio: and I like fucked up messes Rio: fuck you Rio: it shouldn't be conditional Buster: It's not Buster: I thought he was intense not a fucking psychopath Buster: You can't give me half the story & expect it to end exactly how you want Rio: You act like it's all so easy Rio: any of it Rio: maybe I don't want to talk about that Buster: Well, I didn't know it was that fucking hard Buster: You lied to me Rio: I didn't lie Buster: Bullshit Buster: You didn't tell me the truth about any of it Rio: Oh go on Rio: how would you go about that Rio: yeah, you were so right Buster and not only is he a dick, get this, he's lowkey abusive Buster: Fuck your pride, some things are more important Rio: Only when it's mine Rio: you couldn't even hack it when he was brought up Buster: When it's you in an unsafe situation Buster: I can't believe I even have to say that Rio: I sorted it, didn't I Buster: No, Drew did Buster: 'Cause you wouldn't let me Rio: So the fact you felt emasculated by Drew is more important than the fact I had no one else to go to Rio: and I told you as much Rio: like that's the state I want my life to be in Buster: You think I wouldn't have gotten on a plane in a second if I knew what he was really like? Rio: you think I could let you do that Buster: Yeah 'cause that's what you do for people that matter to you Buster: You let them in Rio: Not when your life's a mess and theirs ain't Buster: You're just like my fucking sister Buster: Don't tell me anything but blame me for not doing anything Rio: It's not the same Buster: & Yet I'm in the same position, losing everything & thinking it's my fault Rio: You didn't think it was your fault Buster: What do you know? Rio: because you made it clear it was my fault Rio: and your opinion hasn't changed, has it Buster: You made it clear I wasn't good enough Buster: Just like they all do Rio: Fuck that Rio: no I didn't Buster: Think what you want Buster: It's done Rio: Nah Rio: you don't get to say that Rio: I didn't do anything remotely like that Buster: I can say or do whatever I want Rio: It isn't true Buster: It felt true to me Rio: I'm sorry Buster: Don't Buster: I don't want it Rio: then what Buster: Nothing Buster: Like I said, it's done, it can't be undone Buster: Not by two fucking words, however much you mean 'em Rio: What happened to I can do anything Buster: Those are just words too Buster: Actions speak louder Rio: At least you're admitting it now Buster: Yeah well Buster: I'm obviously not good enough, that's been proven Rio: I can do anything Rio: me, not you Rio: you said I could Rio: you say I lied but did you mean any of it Buster: I meant all of it Rio: just not that bit then Rio: 'cos it was all just words so what does it matter Rio: never happened, basically, yeah? Buster: Especially that bit, but if we can't both do it then there's no point Buster: You can't do everything all on your own Rio: No one's said you can't Rio: you can Buster: I let you down Rio: not in the ways you reckon Rio: I didn't want you to come back and what, kick the shit out of him Rio: it all just got out of hand and miscommunicated Rio: that's not all on you, I didn't tell you Buster: In any way is unacceptable Buster: & You not telling me 'cause you reckon I can't handle it, just highlights what a fucking state this is Buster: Or I am Buster: Or we are together Buster: Whichever Rio: That isn't why Rio: I didn't want to talk about it period Rio: with anyone Rio: 'cos then it happened Rio: and that's not true Buster: You said yourself I couldn't hack him being mentioned Buster: & I couldn't Rio: You would have let me Rio: it's just Rio: fucking embarrassing Buster: It's not your fault. Whatever he did or said Buster: You know that, yeah? Buster: You don't have to feel like that. He should Rio: I didn't ever like him Rio: it's ridiculous that he could ever talk to me like that or do the stuff he did Rio: it wouldn't have happened to anyone else, like, let's be honest Buster: You liked me, do you know how responsible I feel knowing if we could just be together none of this could've happened? Buster: It was never about Drew Buster: But this shit he pulled can & does happen to loads of other people, not to say you ain't special, babe Rio: that doesn't make it your fault Rio: if you're gonna blame yourself for that, like...you can't Rio: just typical me to like the one person I can't have Rio: but thanks, that was vaguely comforting Buster: You can't blame yourself. Don't Buster: Especially not for wanting me, obviously Buster: Who doesn't? Rio: 🙄 Right Buster: But seriously, don't Buster: It was the best thing that ever happened to me Buster: You were Rio: Don't Rio: don't past tense it Buster: It is past tense Buster: I can't just take back everything I said Buster: & Everything I haven't when we weren't talking Rio: You could Buster: How? Buster: I don't know how to try any harder than we already did Buster: To make this work Rio: Maybe we just Rio: don't Rio: pause it Rio: we don't have to burn it to the ground every time Rio: we can clean slate it Rio: yeah Buster: If you tell me everything & I do the same Buster: Cut the bullshit right out Rio: Okay Buster: Okay then Rio: Are we kicking it confessional or from now on, like Buster: I was gonna say from now on, but then you made it hot, like Rio: 😂 Rio: Granddad be fuming, making light of how unsexy his catholic upbringing was Buster: He can pick his battles Buster: We've both done worse Rio: True Rio: lowkey fucked up many a birthday for him with weird tension Rio: soz Buster: & I ruined Christmas, don't forget Rio: Not likely to forget Rio: Just give them all IOUs for nice family holidays this year I reckon Buster: At least I didn't forget my brother's birthday, I guess Buster: Did you even have time to get Gus anything? Rio: Yeah thanks 🖕 Rio: he doesn't really like things, anyway Rio: let him run about outside all day and he's happy Buster: 😂 Rio: at least Indie is easier to distract Buster: True Buster: But I'm the easiest Rio: Obviously Rio: but your birthday is ages away Buster: By the time I'm back it won't be Rio: Bear it in mind Rio: the socks did go down well though Buster: Yeah Rio: 🤞 I won't ruin this one Buster: It's your turn Rio: If that's what you want Rio: can pencil it in, like Buster: You know it's not Rio: Yeah Buster: What do you want? Rio: For my birthday? Buster: If you wanna start there Rio: You to be there Rio: this time Buster: Try & stop me Buster: But don't Rio: I won't Rio: consider that your official invite, like Buster: Alright Rio: Probably not gonna splurge on actual for a 17th Rio: crazy talk Buster: Gotta spend your fortune somehow, babe Rio: You think I don't have better ideas? Rio: Please Buster: I don't doubt you do Buster: Whatever I've said previous, I'm not the only one capable Rio: I'll take that Buster: Good Rio: Alright so no bullshit, yeah but what about the S word Rio: just once Buster: It depends which one you mean Buster: You can talk about how special you are as much as you want Buster: For instance Buster: But not how stupid you are Rio: Shh, not a word, more of a sound but Rio: no Rio: not sympathy but similar and you like it about as much Buster: What for? Rio: All of the bits that were my fault Rio: not a cop-out 'cos still mean it but saves time going over it Buster: Stop Buster: There's another one Buster: It's okay Rio: Okay Rio: long as you know Buster: As long as you know you mean too much to me for me to do anything but forgive you Buster: Even if you don't wanna or can't give me that Rio: I don't know how to stop myself, sometimes Rio: hurting you 'cos you hurt me Rio: it's not alright just 'cos you say it doesn't 'cos you know Rio: I know Buster: Well, I'm a cunt & I don't know how to not be Buster: But I'm trying Buster: I'll keep at it, like Rio: You ain't Rio: you just try to be sometimes Buster: Nah, I just am, most of the time Buster: I don't wanna be though Buster: & I don't wanna fuck these ridiculous American girls anymore Rio: I get it Rio: I wanna be different too Rio: do you have to Buster: Let's be different then Buster: Why can't we? Anything, yeah? Rio: Yeah Rio: easy Buster: You'll still like me if I change, right? Rio: Depends who you're gonna be Buster: Better Buster: What else? Rio: 😏 Rio: then yes, I'll still like you Rio: just don't be someone else Buster: Then to answer your question, no I don't have to Buster: & Of course, that's what I'm trying not to do Buster: None of this bullshit is actually me Rio: I know Rio: It's distraction, yeah Buster: Yeah Buster: But not the way you are Rio: It's like Rio: they feel like distraction from what I want Rio: but you could be part of that Rio: you know Buster: You're all I want Buster: They're just validation that I've managed to convince everyone, me included, that I don't Rio: If you could, no bullshit, not want me Rio: would you Buster: No Buster: 'Cause you're the only person who makes me feel less alone, they just make me feel even more lonely Buster: It's not real & I'm not when I'm around them Rio: You're not alone, okay Buster: If I've got you then I'm not Buster: Don't you feel it, like somehow no fucker knows us? Buster: Whatever the reason is Rio: I do, I feel it too Rio: no one even noticed anything was up, all this shit Buster: I'm so sorry Buster: I'll never leave you again, okay? Buster: I swear on my fucking life Buster: I'm gonna do better Rio: We will Rio: it's gonna be okay Rio: then better than Buster: Whatever I have to do Buster: You're never gonna feel like shit again Buster: Not 'cause of me or anyone else Rio: Babe Buster: I mean it Rio: I know Rio: and that counts for everything, alright Rio: I wanna help you be happy too Buster: If there's ever any more comparisons between me & him, you have to tell me Rio: I shouldn't have even Rio: it was just Rio: I don't know, I wanted you to know, I think Rio: but I was angry and upset and everything too Rio: you aren't like him Buster: I understand Buster: I get so angry all the time, I don't remember not being, even when we were little Buster: But from now on, there's nothing you can't tell me if you want me to know Rio: There is a lot to be angry about Rio: especially in this family Rio: Backatcha Rio: everything is better, easier Rio: when we're talking Buster: Maybe, maybe not but it's not a real excuse & there isn't one for not being in better control of it now that I'm not a kid Buster: I just Buster: Obviously, I need you, nothing else works Rio: Not to be a patronizing bitch about it, and not suggesting you have to go meditate but Rio: I don't think anyone's taught you how to control it, really Buster: That's what boxing & football was meant to do but Buster: It's no surprise, nobody in this family has enough control over what they are meant to Rio: but you still need to win Rio: so it just adds more pressure, yeah? Buster: That's life Rio: You need something that takes it away Rio: just one thing Buster: Like I said, I've got you Rio: I'm going to stop being such a headfuck Rio: I'll really try Buster: You're not, it's everything else Buster: Everyone Buster: We're fine when it's just us Rio: Yeah Rio: It'll get to be just us more this summer Rio: I don't care how, I'll make it happen Buster: Me too Buster: We can go away Rio: Where do you want to go Buster: I don't care as long as it's far enough away we can leave the bullshit behind us Rio: Me either Rio: let's do it Buster: I'm gonna do so many things with you Rio: Really hoping that one is double-entendre, ngl Buster: I'll show you all the ways I mean it Buster: Every way I possibly can Rio: Now you've made it hot Buster: It will be Buster: I've missed you so much Rio: I really fucking missed you Rio: we're not doing that again okay Buster: I won't Buster: You know I watched all your streams though, yeah? I wanted you to know it was me Buster: Even if you hated me Rio: Why did you watch them? Buster: You know why Rio: Yeah Rio: at first I thought you might be checking up on me, see if I was doing more than I said but Buster: I told myself I was checking up on you too but I'm not gonna lie to you so Rio: I'm glad it wasn't that Rio: or worse, like Buster: I've just never been able to stop looking at you or wanting you, have I? Rio: You know it's mutual Buster: Very unfair of me not to have a stream, like Buster: Sorry Rio: I know Rio: but I'm nothing if not a hypocrite and I'd be really jealous so Rio: not that sorry Buster: I was Buster: I can't help it either Buster: You'd get to see how much more tanned I am though Rio: I've seen your socials Rio: but Buster: But you want more, yeah? Rio: How'd you guess? 😏 Buster: Lucky one Buster: [sends vid of undressing that tan bod, look away if there's any evidence of any other girls on him cos we know what's been up] Rio: Did I mention how much I really really missed you though Rio: Jesus Buster: Tell me now Rio: It's been so hard Rio: I wanted to talk to you and be with you every day since Buster: Okay, I'll own failing at just one thing & that's resisting the urge to say I've been so hard Rio: 😂 Rio: proud of you Rio: about to #growth it but a little on the nose Buster: I'd allow it Rio: I mean, wouldn't tell you to shut up if you DID wanna talk about how hard you've been Buster: Babe, it's like you said, every day since Rio: 🤤 Buster: I feel like I haven't slept properly for months Rio: 😞 Rio: You should let me call you Buster: I'm just up all night so distracted Rio: Can't have that Rio: How are you meant to have a productive day at school the next Buster: I did break my personal record a few times over, if you consider that productive but exactly Rio: I know I do but probably not why you were sent out there Rio: I'll help get you so rested and ready for whatever the day throws at you Rio: trust me Buster: I trust you Rio: Oh Rio: that was hot Buster: I know I'm in good hands Buster: Safe ain't the word Rio: You're gonna know Rio: I'm gonna work on that whole body Rio: you'll have never felt so good Buster: Is that a promise? Rio: Yes Rio: all I wanna do is make you feel good Rio: and no one can object anyway, doing classes so I can be qualified at massages Rio: nothing suggestive about it at all Buster: 'Course not Buster: It's purely professional Buster: You have to learn by doing & you've got a lot you wanna learn, that's all Rio: and you're just a good test subject Rio: can see all your muscles, everything I need to work on Buster: Exactly, I'm just a willing body for you Buster: To do whatever you need to Rio: Oh, fuck Rio: I'm so turned on, help Buster: Use me babe, I'm right here Buster: Ready to be helpful Rio: Buster Buster: Rio Rio: I like you Buster: I like you more Buster: More than anyone Rio: I do too, you're gonna know it from now on Rio: you're important to me, alright, I want you around so I'm gonna keep you around this time Rio: hook or by crook Buster: You're so important, full stop Buster: Not just to me Buster: When I think about what could have happened, what he could've done to you Buster: I don't even hate Drew anymore Rio: It's all it ever was, he doesn't listen to me, he listens to other lads Rio: s'why when he realized Drew is basically my uncle or whatever I had to start seeing other lads so he'd stay backed off Buster: I know the type Rio: but I don't care about him, he'll get over it Buster: He'll have to when I kill him Rio: Could be cliche and tell you he ain't worth it, 'cos he ain't but not gonna try and deter you in any way, like Buster: He isn't worth anything but it won't be any effort for me to beat the shit out of him either Buster: I can spare the few minutes, like Rio: Just wear a mask or something, he holds grudges Buster: He won't be able to hold anything for a long time, don't worry Rio: Hi, you're hot, fuck me? Buster: You're perfect Rio: for you Buster: In general but especially for me Rio: I'm for you Rio: you're for me Rio: just how it is Buster: You're mine Buster: I can't forget & I don't want to Rio: Good Rio: things get fucked when you try Buster: I'm gonna try for different things Rio: I think it's about time we did Rio: honestly Buster: There's been so much wasted time Buster: Enough now Buster: No more Rio: Enough Rio: we deserve this, you know Rio: one thing, just for us Buster: You deserve everything Buster: The world to be fucking yours Rio: Only if you are too Buster: I am Rio: we can have it together Buster: We can & we will Rio: I'm happy Rio: I was really fucking sad earlier Buster: Good, that's all I want Rio: how do you do that Buster: What? Rio: make me feel better like that Buster: I always get what I want Buster: & That's it Rio: you're so pure Rio: but seriously 😈 with it Rio: it's a real talent Buster: You just described yourself Buster: Normally I hate sharing but I like you more so Rio: That's awkward Rio: is it more or less shaming if we fancy each other 'cos we're alike? Rio: I wonder Buster: I'd fuck myself, if people say they wouldn't they're liars or very self-loathing, like Rio: I do, constantly so Rio: agreed Rio: even if we're well into psychopath territory by now Buster: There's a test for that, we should take it Rio: have to apply the no bullshit rule to it though Rio: those tests are so leading with what's clearly the sane and insane answers Buster: Am I meant to want to ace it or fail it 'cause the latter goes against everything I'm about Rio: An interesting conudrum Rio: probably the fact we wanna work out which is the pass and which is the fail gives us our answer Buster: Yeah, fair point Rio: 😂 Rio: I always forget you're funny, no offense Buster: Whenever you add no offense it makes me wanna get offended, you know that, yeah? Rio: Noted Rio: it's just a very non-funny time when we're not friends Rio: definitely one of your underrated qualities Buster: I'll take it Buster: As I will any compliment, obviously Rio: I can make a list Rio: if you really are offended Rio: weekday shifts are boring Buster: Please do, I'm not really offended I'm just really a slut for praise Rio: 😏 Rio: you should call yourself a slut more Buster: Noted Rio: You're so not like other boys Rio: but actually Rio: yes, you did try to tell me Buster: Calm down, don't like #notallmen me Buster: But of course I'm not, I'm better Rio: The best Rio: you might say Buster: I do say Buster: Often Rio: I'll say it less so it's more special Rio: but still Buster: Say it whenever you want Buster: Please Rio: Okay Rio: because you remembered your manners and it was Buster: & Anything else you might want to say Buster: I love talking to you Rio: Good 'cos I don't know if you've noticed but I don't go away, even when you ask, when I wanna talk to you so Buster: I notice everything you do Buster: I always have Rio: I noticed you noticing Buster: Good 'cause we wouldn't be here otherwise Rio: It was always gonna happen Buster: Always Rio: It's so surreal Buster: Nah, it's real, babe Buster: Not a dream & you don't need to wake up Rio: Yeah, I'm gonna help you sleep, I remember Buster: So you said Rio: Don't you believe me Buster: I'm just very awake right now, that's all I'm saying Rio: has your friend gone Buster: Come on, you know I kicked her out ages ago Rio: Just saying, I'm not putting her to sleep as well Buster: I didn't either Rio: Okay Rio: sorry not really Buster: She's the only one who is Buster: I'd rather she's mad at me than you are Rio: can count it as my turn at ruining something, if you like Buster: That's building it up too much Buster: It can't be ruined if I don't care enough in the first place Rio: Still my turn then Rio: cool Rio: I'll save it for something better Buster: Or don't Rio: Hmm that's an idea Buster: I keep telling you, all the good ones come from me Rio: Keep 'em coming, babe Buster: I can book a flight for you then? Rio: Well, give me 2 more weeks and I'll actually have built up some holiday at work Rio: so yeah Rio: do it Buster: Okay Rio: I've checked, no birthdays Rio: if Indie burns the house down, Drew can deal Buster: Don't jinx us, someone'll fucking actually die if we talk about it too much Rio: 🤐 Rio: Touch wood, all that stuff Rio: I'll ask Bills what I've gotta do for some 🍀 Buster: I'd rather touch you but if that makes it happen, sure Rio: I feel like it's happened loads more than just the once Rio: amount I think about it Buster: I know what you mean, I dream about you day & night, like, it's hard to believe none of it has happened yet Rio: Right? Rio: I won't disappoint Rio: it's still going to be better than you've imagined Buster: At this point, you couldn't if you tried Buster: It's been so long you could get me there with a look Rio: Fun as eye contact across a crowded room has been Rio: not the plan now Buster: I ain't mad about it, I can't lie Rio: If you take me out we can do it for old time's sake Rio: but no one knows who I am here so Buster: We can do whatever we want Rio: How long can I stay Buster: How much holiday do you have? Rio: I think I've got 10 days Buster: You can stay for 10 days then Rio: Help me think of somewhere I could be going? Buster: 'Course Buster: Logistically you're gonna have to admit to being among the Yanks too 'cause of the time difference & shit but it's a big place Rio: They better not try and say shit Rio: I won't say anywhere too exciting or they'll be expecting pics Buster: You can take pics, I trust you to know your angles by now, like Buster: Keep my secrets Rio: 'Course Rio: no amateur Rio: also unlikely we'll be taking the same kind of socials, like Buster: You better not be calling me an amateur or taking the piss out of my feed, babe Buster: That's a lie & you ain't allowed Rio: 😂 Rio: I mean, if I start posting pictures with random bitches and me playing football, then that's beyond suss Buster: Alright, calm down Buster: Unless you wanna post as many topless pics as me, that's more than fine Rio: Maybe with you but not Insta Rio: 💔 Buster: I'll just have to keep them for myself then Buster: Shame Rio: You're so gutted Rio: I can tell Buster: Yeah, that's definitely the word, well done Rio: You can help me with my vocab Rio: defintely a real enough excuse for being together Buster: It would be if everyone knew how good I am at oral but you always tell me not to brag Rio: Less time bragging more time proving it to me Buster: What have you done to me that I wanna prove it to you & I don't ever have shit to prove to anyone Rio: It's a fun thing to prove Rio: come on now Buster: Nothing's fun to prove if it means you have to Buster: But this can be an exception, why not, you already are Rio: say that last bit again Buster: You know you are Buster: I don't do repeats but I wanna do everything with you over & over again Rio: 'Course Rio: I'm the best, why would you wanna lose me Rio: you're not stupid Buster: You are & I don't Buster: I've already been so stupid Rio: both have Rio: but it's not over Rio: won't let it Buster: Me either Buster: I mean, whatever it takes Rio: easy, long as we're both in it Rio: can't fail, literally Buster: & Won't Buster: It's never an option for me, but especially when it comes to you Rio: but it doesn't have to be hard Rio: another fight Rio: 'cos I want you, need you around Buster: Then I'll be there. Simple as that Buster: Or as complicated Rio: It'll always be difficult around the rest Rio: but not impossible Buster: There's no such word in my vocabulary Buster: I will have to teach you Rio: Never stop, you Buster: No, I don't Buster: Won't either Rio: This can't come soon enough, fuck Buster: You can't Buster: Be here now Rio: Okay Rio: don't disagree so Buster: Rio Rio: Buster Buster: Two weeks from now, yeah? Rio: Yeah, baby Buster: Promise Rio: I promise Rio: Trying not to think on all the shit that has got in our way in the past 'cos seriously don't want to jinx it Rio: but aside from the plane crashing or some equally unavoidable tragedy, I'm not letting anything or anyone get in my way Rio: deal with any fallout when I'm back, I don't care now Buster: At least you'd go down with the wreckage of first class Buster: I'm not offering you any less Rio: Babe Rio: Are we gonna have to argue about this? Buster: Not if you just accept it Rio: but Rio: you don't have to Buster: It's not a short flight so you're not gonna change my mind Rio: alright but I can get the hotel then Buster: You don't have to Buster: I'll book it at the same time Rio: Are you gonna let me do anything Buster: Not before you get here Rio: 😏 so it's like that, okay Rio: you're sure, 'cos I'm not gonna keep insisting like Buster: Shhh Rio: Okay 🤐 Rio: for now Rio: you better be more creative at shutting me up when I get there Buster: I don't want to shut you up when you get here Buster: We can be as loud as we need to Rio: Providing no one complains anyway Buster: If they do, we'll get a new hotel Rio: that's the mood Buster: Yeah Buster: All eyes on us, no eyes on us or every guest at the hotel wishing they were us vs nobody knowing us, it's however you want it Rio: Umm Rio: I wanna be there now Rio: you're so Buster: I can put you on a plane now Buster: You don't even have to say please Rio: It's illegal to be so hot and so far away Buster: I'm here too Buster: I told you, use me, babe Rio: You're killing me Buster: [sends pics cos that bitch] Buster: Better? Rio: You're way too cute to be alone Rio: what are you doing now Buster: I'm not alone, I'm with you Rio: Yeah Rio: stay with me Rio: it's really late here Buster: Do you need to sleep? I'll still stay Rio: I don't wanna, I just wanna be with you Buster: I'm yours even if you fall asleep on me Rio: It's different sleeping here Rio: didn't have neighbours at home lowkey Rio: can hear nextdoor breathing, I swear Buster: That could be hot but I'm guessing she's not young & beautiful, yeah? Rio: Unless she's been smoking 80 a day from birth Rio: I would assume not Buster: 😂 Buster: I'll call you then, you can listen to me instead Rio: That'll be nicer Rio: I can't talk though, remember Rio: unless she's already asleep, she could sleep through anything Buster: I'll do all the talking, it's okay Rio: I need to tackle the balcony Rio: then I could go out there in the summer Buster: Or any time if you keep your coat on Rio: Not very sexy Buster: Depends on the coat Rio: 😂 Rio: not got a flasher mac but I'll add it to my wishlist, like Buster: You know what I mean Buster: Shut up Rio: You're cute Rio: are there good shops near you there Buster: I know where they are, yeah Rio: I'll save suitcase room then Buster: We can get them sent to you, don't worry Rio: You're so boujee Buster: I'm being practical Buster: Also selfish, 'cause the more clothes you bring, the more I get to take off Rio: You like a challenge Rio: got it Rio: don't know if I own a turtleneck but I can make that fantasy happen for you babe Buster: You'd overheat, babe. Have you forgotten my tan already? Buster: [sends more pics in case, tan lines am I RIGHT lads] Rio: I had not forgot but when I see a picture of you I can't think of anything else so fair assumption Buster: 😏 Rio: So distracting Buster: You're describing yourself again Buster: Also, you can't blame me for wanting you to have good dreams Rio: You're the best Rio: but you can't see me, I'm a state Buster: You're flawless Rio: As far as you'll ever know, yes Rio: be cancelling my flights rn Buster: Fuck off Buster: Nothing's getting in our way, remember? Buster: Definitely not your smudged mascara or whatever Rio: my face is all puffy Rio: i was drunk and sad, remember Rio: luckily I've got a PM shift tomorrow so I can sleep it off Buster: Baby Rio: but now I'm not Rio: 'cos you're back Rio: but I still look gross Buster: You could never Buster: & You know I'm never wrong Rio: You're biased Rio: but very nice Buster: Shhh Rio: 😇 Rio: won't tell anyone Buster: You're so hot Rio: ain't seen nothing yet Buster: You won't let me see you so Rio: I want you to like me Buster: You know I do Buster: I really like you Buster: & You've seen me in more of a state, as well as my puke, numerous times Buster: Don't you still like me? Rio: Of course I do Rio: even if you can't handle your drink Buster: You can't handle brandy either Buster: Fuck off Rio: 😂 Rio: Sure, babe Buster: Don't underestimate me, babe Buster: Or challenge me Rio: but you love a challenge Buster: But I don't want you to be a sore loser, like Rio: Shame Rio: Kinda like the sore part Buster: Oh Buster: Okay Rio: Just okay? Buster: No Rio: Come on Rio: hot or cold, babe Buster: You're still asking questions you know the answer to then, yeah? Rio: Only when I wanna hear the answers, yeah Buster: You wanna hear how turned on I am by that idea Buster: All of yours Buster: How smart you are Buster: Answer my call Rio: [Does] Buster: [When they both fall asleep so she did keep her promise]