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No. 4145
Okay, okay. Crap. I was going to update Friggin Octospy but then I realized that I had five fucking essays to finish, so have this thing I wrote when I was waiting for my study partner at the library instead. Sorry if there's any mistakes, I have a headache and am lazy.

Also, I think some parts of this might be sort of pushing the line between /fanfic/ and /afanfic/. I don't really know how "vague mentions/implications of sex" fit in, so yeah. I'll just put it here.

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BLU Scout runs every morning, unless it rains — and even sometimes when it does rain. It’s strange, being on his own. Even the birds are still asleep.

It’s strange, and to use a sort of faggoty word, it’s lovely.
Scout has always been a part of a unit, a group, a team, a family; even on the mornings when he “wanted to be alone” (in the early… and, okay, the late days of his youth… and sometimes now, too), he still ended up bringing the dog with him. In his defense, she’s a damn good dog.

All he can focus on when he’s running alone is the pounding of his feet on the dirt; the pounding of his heart in his chest. When he stops to rest, he can hear his blood pumping through his ears. It’s weird and a little worrying and really relaxing.

So on the darkest day of October — Halloween — he pushes out the memories of trick or treating (mostly tricking) with his brothers and his buddies, and focuses on his steps.

Scout doesn’t think of sitting on the curb and complaining about the old lady who always liked to give out apples, nor does he remember the way they all ended up eating them anyway.
He doesn’t think of the first costume he can remember wearing, some sort of feathery little chicken get-up that his mom thought was oh-so-cute, and that his brothers teased him about for years.

Scout doesn’t worry about his scatterbrained ma, or think about the one year that he and his brothers tried to help her with her baking for the annual party she always went to, and how they ended up spilling flour all over the kitchen and spraying each other with the hose like little kids.

Scout doesn’t think about his brothers, all separated across the world; especially not his two closest siblings — the twins — both stationed out in a place far away from where he is, but still so similar.

He doesn’t wonder about Lucille, the first girl he ever kissed, or about Karen, his on-again off-again girlfriend for the entire duration of his high school career.

He doesn’t think about Douglas, the first guy he ever kissed, or about Dean, his fling-on-the-side whenever he was feeling lonely in his junior year, the year before he dropped out.

He doesn’t worry about BLU Spy, or about their crazy, confusing relationship together.

He doesn’t complain to himself about the sting in his thighs and his ass whenever he takes another step, and definitely not about how rough Spy had been, about the way the man had bent him and stretched him.

He doesn't reminisce over the gentle way Spy pulled him across the bed and into his arms, or how he held him there all night.

Scout just thinks about the squelch of mud beneath his feet, the dirt still wet from last night’s rain. His socks are splattered with mud around the ankle, reminding him that he’ll have to do his laundry later; his clothes all stink of sweat and blood.

When Scout slows at the end of his fourth lap (the marker that he’s done just a little over a mile), his panting doesn’t bring him back to the noises he and Spy were making.

But when Scout sees Spy leaning on the wall near the entrance of BLU Base, a mug of coffee in his hand and a Gauloise Blonde in his mouth, there are no more distractions to keep Scout from recalling the warmth of his embrace, or the sweet, broken way he called out Scout’s real name, or his quiet joy when Scout returned the favor.

“You look tired,” Scout says, stretching his arms out over his head as he cools down. “You didn’t have to wake up so early, you know — sun’s not even out.”

“I woke up early after an odd dream, and saw you through the window. You looked cold.”

Scout lets his arms fall to his sides, and he just watches for a while as Spy drinks his coffee.

“That so?” he asks eventually.

Spy smirks, and Scout recognizes it. It’s not the cruel, cold smirk that he sometimes glimpses on the battlefield; the one that sends chills up his spine, and not in a good way. It’s the one only he gets to see. The one that makes the hairs raise on his arms, and his blood speed up in excitement.

“Ouais.”

“…cool.”

Scout moves to stand next to Spy, their arms pressed together, and basks in the warmth from the man’s body. They stand in silence until both the coffee and the cigarette are finished, and then for longer still.

The sun rises.

“Do you like cookies?” Scout asks, breaking the quiet.

Spy doesn’t answer at first, but instead grabs Scout, pulls him close, and kisses him.

“I like cookies.”

Scout nods slowly. “Let’s go make cookies.”

They walk into the base together.

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Happy (early) Halloween. C:
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>> No. 4146
I think this is /fic/ safe. Cute fluff makes me warm and fuzzy.
>> No. 4147
fluff makes me feel fuzzy inside :]
>> No. 4151
Cookies! Yes!
>> No. 4153
Oh man, so much cute. I got cavities. <3
>> No. 4158
I love you for this. Thank you for the fluffy goodness!
>> No. 4179
Hnnngh loving this so hard
>> No. 4180
so adorable! man, this chan is corrupting me - when I came here it was for all the porn and angst and death and gore, and now I'm all obsessed with the super fluffy stuff.

which is to say that I love this a lot and I'm all warm and fuzzy now and you win forever.
>> No. 4181
now I'm all obsessed with the super fluffy stuff.All accordind to keikaku
>> No. 4182
>>9
Also according*, hurp durp typing
>> No. 4184
This is adorable <3
Happy Halloween to you also :)
>> No. 4194
That was so random and adorable I think I need to make a dentist appointment. I'm bound to have gotten cavities just from reading this. :3


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