This is a sequel to this don't even feel like falling. Scott and Mitch are on the same page-for real, this time-but that doesn't mean there's not more to their story. Title is from Rocket by Beyoncé. Fake usernames courtesy of @_opheliac and @Sreed09! Thank you guys!! (Any similarity to actual usernames is unintentional and purely coincidental.) fictionalcandie's notes: no stop don't look at me. this isn't my fault. um. enjoy our valentine to y'all? :P duvalu's notes: HIDE YO KIDS HIDE... yourself. Boy howdy. Happy V Day, here's some filth. Special shout out to the DM girls <3

This was originally posted on AO3 on New Year's Eve 2015. fictionalcandie's notes: All blame for the conception of this fic goes to duvalu. All I did was write, uh, a few words to go with it. Everybody shout out to her for doing real actual writing for the first time in years, though!! So proud of her. ♥ duvalu's notes: "A few words" = 98% of this including all the good bits, because fictionalcandie is the best and does stuff like this for me despite not even really being in this fandom. <3 Super fun to write and I love what we ended up with. (Oh yeah and while this is fiction and not at all reality? If you're here because you googled yourself or someone you know, please do us all a favour and back away slowly.)