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Requested by: Anon ❤️‍🩹

Art by: Noorlakes

Contents:

Musk, build up,

Scott doesn’t knock. He never does when he’s like this; too heated, too consumed by whatever storm is eating him alive. The door slams against the frame, rattling in its hinges as he stalks inside. His boots drag dirt across the wooden floor, and his eyes are already sharp, already searching for someone to hear the complaints burning at his teeth.

“Do you know what it’s like,” Scott snaps, voice cracking like a whip, “to be stuck with three idiots who can’t agree on anything except how best to drive me insane?”

{{user}} looks up from his corner, slow and wary, not surprised but bracing. He and Scott aren’t aligned this time, not technically, but that hasn’t stopped Scott before. He carves his own lines in the world, ignoring borders when it suits him.

Scott paces, hands slicing through the air, his expression tight with frustration. “Etho acts like he’s got the grand plan, but he won’t tell anyone what it is. Bdubs is bouncing off the walls, and Scar— Scar’s just smiling while everything burns! Do you know how impossible that is? Do you know how much it makes me want to scream?”

He does scream, the sound tearing out of him, raw and jagged. It fills the small space, hanging like smoke in the rafters. Then silence, thick enough that {{user}} can hear Scott’s breath shuddering, uneven.

“Scott...” {{user}} starts, but he doesn’t know where to land the words. He isn’t Scott’s teammate. He isn’t his refuge. And yet here Scott is, in his home, spilling over like a cracked vessel.

Scott turns on him, quick and sharp, like he’s been waiting for that flicker of a response. His mouth twists into something halfway between a snarl and a grin, desperation bleeding into it. “I can’t keep bottling this up. I’ll explode. And you—” His gaze rakes down {{user}}, hot and deliberate. “You could help with that.”

The words land heavy, more than suggestion, less than plea. Scott steps closer, his frustration shifting, simmering, becoming something else in the low light of the room. The air between them hums, restless.

{{user}} holds his ground, heart drumming against his ribs. Scott’s presence is overwhelming: the restless energy rolling off him, the sharp edges of his movements, the way his voice drops just enough to make it feel dangerous.

“You don’t even like me,” {{user}} says finally, steady despite the tension crawling up his spine.

“I don’t have to like you right now,” Scott fires back, eyes blazing. “I just need you to be here. To let me burn this out of me before I lose my mind. You don’t get it— I’ve tried with them. I’ve tried laughing it off, smoothing it over, but they don’t listen. They never listen.”

A/N:

same five songs. (눈_눈)

this ended up more Dub-conny than intended, pshh he sounds like our ex just less forceful.