#I'd say take a drink every time they butt heads but I don't want anyone to get alcohol poisoning

[hedonist-aesthete]

I'd forgotten how antagonistic these two were at the start

[buckgasms]

In light of the warm weather coming up soon can we get one where the reader and Bucky are out and about for the day and she is wearing a sundress with no panties 👀👀 feel free to take this wherever you want to I trust you COMPLETELY!! ❤️❤️

It's so cold here but I am indeed looking forward to the sunshine and the antics that will come with it ❤️ this went a very random route but I kinda love it!

Thank you for trusting me gorgeous and I hope you like it 😘😘

So the question we need to ask ourselves is... Does Daddy know?

I'd like to think that maybe you did it as a kind of surprise, and you spend the whole morning totally flustered and trying to be chill whenever his hand brushes your thigh because eeeek what if he sees now??

And he smiles occasionally because he thinks he might know what's going on because you are practically giddy every time he touches you, but he doesn't know for sure. He enjoys your little game though as you play it.

🔆

He's taken you out to a few shops and bought you a ludicrous amount of new clothes, and now you're sitting, snuggled up next to him in a booth at a busy restaurant he owns.

As you're sitting there eating your lunch you can't resist looking out of the large window that overlooks Central Park, kneeling on the seat and looking down, oohing at the horses and carriages that have gathered below.

What you don't realise is that the skirt of your sundress has hitched up a little and finally reveals your well kept secret. Your cute butt cheeks are showing and he almost spits out his drink when he sees you.

You come and sit back down, squish up against him and steal a fry from his plate, giggling before popping it in your mouth. He chuckles and presses a kiss to your temple, trying to decide what to do with you.

"Could we go on one of those carriages Daddy? I've never done that before" you ask, pretty pout on your face because you know Bucky hates that kind of thing, but he'd probably say yes just for you ❤️ which he does.

🔆

Much to your delight about 20 minutes later you are squished into a carriage with Bucky, taking in the sights of the park. It's a nice balmy day, but you still feel a little chill so you scoot impossibility closer to him until he just drags you into his lap and kisses you. "I'd only do this for you y'know" he growls in your ear, making you giggle and press a big kiss on his lips.

He keeps the ride innocent for as long as his can, but knowing your naked heat is just there for the taking... Well he's only human.

As you head into a more wooded area he let's his hand trail from your knee to the soft skin of the inner thigh. You almost say something but he just shushes you with a heated kiss. Featherlight touches graze over your thighs until he reaches your heat, thumb slotting easily into your folds, immediately resting on your clit.

"Daddy" you whisper, eyes big in worry and excitement. "Someone might see!" You grip onto his shirt as he swirls his thumb slowly under your skirt. His index finger probes at your entrance, which is getting wetter by the second. "I know princess, and from the feel of things, that's just what you like...."

He slips it in and curls his finger slowly inside you, his thumb still working a torturously slow pace. Your breath hitches in your throat and the driver is just about to turn and make sure you're ok when Bucky calls out, "Eyes forward Buddy. Keep this ride going and I'll make it worth your while..."

🔆

Returning his attention to you he whispers in your ear, "keep enjoying the view baby, you don't want anyone to know what we're doing, do you?" He gives a particularly strong flex of his fingers and you can't help but moan out loud. He chuckles and presses a kiss to your cheek, "oh maybe you do Princess? Such a dirty girl hmm? Coming out today without any panties on, only really dirty girls do that...."

He teases and increases his pace, your legs trembling, your grip on his sleeve like a vice. "Not dirty...." You pant, "wanted to..... Fuck daddy.... Just wanted to surprise you..." You choke out as he works your body like a pro.

He readjusts you, opening your legs wider. You won't be seen by anyone, but you don't know that. You can feel the cool air on your heat, and you grip him even tighter as his fingers flex so fast you almost lose vision. With a final flick and his growling permission, you come, a quick groan leaving your lips.

"Good girl" he mutters as you try and catch your breath and you lean back and press soft kisses to him as you recover and sigh out a "thank you daddy". You grin slyly before sinking down to undo his zipper. "Oh princess... You really are a dirty girl today."

Instead of arguing with him, you take his hard cock in your hands and stroke him a few times before wrapping your lips around him and sucking. Not to let you have all the fun, he slips his hand around you and presses into your pussy again, this time, being a lot less gentle. As you bob up and down he pumps his fingers again, slipping his thumb into your puckered hole. The groan you emit around his cock makes him curse, his other hand rests on your head, gripping your hair and holding you in place.

"Good girl princess, god... So fucking pretty ain't ya? When I get you home I'm gonna spread you out and watch you come over and over again baby.... Think my babygirl likes being watched dontya?"

Your walls flutter around his fingers, suggesting that is indeed what you like. He does a magical thing with his fingers, almost rubbing them together between your two aching holes and you practically scream around him. "Daddy please..." You pant between taking him dick all the way down.

He chuckles and probes you harder and faster, looking out at the people rushing by, totally unaware of the filth taking place around him. "Make me come princess. Make me come and swallow it all, then I'll let this greedy cunt come, ok baby?"

You respond by working him faster than ever, your soft hand wrapping around the base of his cock, nose tickled by his course hair as you can only focus on his cock and his fingers. The familiar sounds of his own orgasm fill you with excitement, until you hear him groan and his hot come fills your mouth. His hand keeps your head in place and he expertly works you to another, eye rolling orgasm.

When you let his fingers go he pulls you upward, putting his sticky fingers in your mouth to make sure you've swallowed him all down. "Atta girl" he praises before capturing your lips in a kiss.

🔆

Shortly after, you manage to clamber down from the carriage with your dignity in tact, looking a little flustered. You see Bucky slip the driver a huge wad of cash before he walks over to you, and takes your hand before hailing a cab. Your afternoon looking even more eventful that your morning ❤️

[poopyballz28]

Can I get a uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh chiba x baki with a side of baki making chiba flustered cause he knows he has an effect on him.......with a large drink pls

Of course, my dear friend. Enjoy!

"Ugh..!" A frustrated groan of pain escaped from Chiharu's mouth as he was knocked directly on his butt by the man in front of him. He could feel every part of his body pulsating, hurting. He was covered in bruises and scratches lining his body up and down, drops of blood illuminating in the moonlight. But he didn't really seem to mind it all that much, being too busy glaring the man in front of him down.

"Hm? Do you concede already?" Baki said, a small awkward smile appearing on his face. God, how Chiharu just hated that stupid little face of his. Oh, how bad he wanted to punch that dumb...adorable smile off of it. It was infuriating. They've already fought 5 times this week, but each time Chiharu just couldn't seem to get the upper hand over him. Not to mention that ridiculous cocky smile he always has to see when it's over. Chiharu sighed, laying his back down on the ground and staring at the sky. It was quite late, stars beautifully shining above the two.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Chiharu says, interrupting the silence, still staring at the night sky.

"Hm?" Baki mutters lightly, clearly looking a little confused.

"You're just gonna stand there instead of finish me off?

Baki couldn't help but sigh, just what the hell does he mean finish him off?

"This fights already over." Baki said, sighing.

"It'll never be. If you don't end it right now. Go ahead."

"Kill me." Chiharu said, a small smirk on his exhausted face.

Before he could process why he'd even say something like that, Baki began walking towards him.

Then suddenly, he was on top of him, his arms outstretched beside Chiharu's head. Then there was that look. That look that always seemed to make Chiharu's head twirl. Those eyes that felt like they were always looking down on him happened to be so strikingly...beautiful. Chiharu felt his cheeks grow warmer the longer their sort of staring contest continued. That was until Baki suddenly broke the silence between them, leaning his head further down, their faces now inches apart.

"Chiharu." Baki said, a small smile painted on his lips. "If there's anyone out there who'd want to beat you to pulp, it would be nothing in comparison to how I do it."

Chiharu was completely dumbfounded, still thoughtlessly staring into Baki's eyes.

"But to kill you?" Baki couldn't help but slightly laugh at the thought. "I don't think I'd ever be able to do that." This made Chiharu's gaze soften, but before he could even manage to get any words out, Baki spoke.

"Because I admire you. I think you're amazing. In every aspect."

Holy shit. He admires...who? Chiharu's softer expression then formed into one of shock, his eyes slightly widening with a deep blush taking over his cheeks. This man, so gifted and great in all of the things he does, this guy who's not even comparable to me in the slightest and you're trying to tell me he...admires me? Chiharu couldn't wrap his head around it at all, but something about it made his heart pound outside of his chest.

"Not to mention..." Baki leaned his head even closer into Chiharu, his eyelids lowering.

"How cute you tend to be." Baki said softly, before planting a quick kiss to Chiharu's lips.

Seriously? He...seriously?

Chiharu's face was now redder than a tomato, his head spinning profusely and his heart beating faster than if he was still fighting.

"Baki...you..."

"Hehe." Baki laughed, a satisfied smile plastered on his youthful face.

And just like that, Chiharu lost to Baki twice in one night. Again.

[ivyangels-blog]

Maybe You Can Change (Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

A/N: i wrote this as a female reader, but i’m pretty sure that aside from one mention of reader being a “waitress” it’s gender neutral.

Summary: Your Dustin’s older sister (or brother) and want to help keep the kids safe, that’s about all you and Steve have in common.

Warnings: swearing, Billy is an ass, violence, injury, hate to love, only partially edited writing

Word Count: 4.1k

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“This is a scientific discovery!” I hear Dustin shout from the other room.

I stand up from helping Max sweep up glass and head into the kitchen to see Steve and Dustin shoving the dead demadog into the refrigerator.

They slam the fridge door shut and Steve rubs the top of Dustin’s head through his cap.

My heart clenches, recognizing the brotherly bond they have. I’ve always been Dustin’s idol, but ever since Steve came along he’s all my little brother can talk about.

“Dustin, do you mind taking the trash can to the others?” I ask, holding out the bin for him.

“Sure.” Dustin takes the bin from my hands and heads into the living room.

Steve turns to me, giving me a slight nod as he leans on the refrigerator door.

“Thanks for looking after him,” I say. “Dustin. He told me about what happened with the demadogs and I’m glad someone was here to keep him safe.”

When I first went with Nancy and Johnathan to visit Murray, I had no idea what was going to happen while I was gone. I’ve been kicking myself ever since I got back for not being here for Dustin. I’m kicking myself even more for leaving him with Steve Harrington, the biggest dirtbag I know. Dustin may say he's changed, but I'm having trouble believing it. I used to waitress at Benny's Burgers and Steve and his friends would come in nearly every shift, ordering like one milkshake each and a small order of fries and staying for hours. They were so obnoxious they'd drive my other customers away, and they hardly ever tipped. Not to mention the time Steve spilled his drink all over the floor and didn't bother to mention it until after I'd slipped in it.

“Oh, uh… yeah, no worries.” Steve crosses his arms with a shrug.

“You know he looks up to you more than anyone else in the world.”

Steve smiles a little, but I don’t mean it as a compliment.

“So, don’t hurt him and don’t teach him to grow up to be a dick like you.”

Steve’s face falls. “Y/n, I’m not like that anymore. I know I was a real jerk, but I swear that’s all in the past.”

I roll my eyes. “Do you really think you can just snap your fingers and become a better person over night? That everyone should just forget about all the terrible things you’ve done and move on?”

“No, of course not.” Steve shakes his head. “But I’m trying. You have to give me credit for that.”

I scoff. “I don’t have to give you shit.”

Steve's mouth opens to say something, but he's cut off by shouts from the kids in the next room.

"Guys, we have an idea on how we can help," Dustin's head pokes around the corner, a bright smile on his face.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, making my way into the living room with Steve close behind me.

"If it works like a hive mind, then we can light fire to the hub and draw the demadogs away and clear a path to the gate," Mike explains.

"No way, it's too dangerous," Steve butts in. "We wait here, where it's safe. That's the plan."

"Come on. El can't do this on her own. We should be doing everything we can to help her." Dustin turns to me for approval. "Please, Y/n."

I don't want Dustin to get hurt, or any of the other kids for that matter, but right now he's valuing my opinion above Steve's. Not to mention agreeing with Steve on anything right now is not something I want to do.

"Hey, I said no. We're supposed to make sure you guys don't get hurt." Harrington points at Dustin and each of the kids, his other hand on his hip. I'd laugh at how silly he looks if I wasn't filling up with rage at how he's undermining my authority.

The kids release an array of protests, all of their voices melding together. It's impossible to understand what any of them are saying, until Max shouts above the rest of them.

"Guys, my brother's here," she says, from her spot by the window. "He'll kill me if he finds out I'm here."

"Get away from the window," I tell her, motioning her towards me. "I'll handle it." I make my way towards the front door, but a hand clasped on my shoulder stops me.

"No way, I'll talk to him." Steve moves to slide past me, but I put my arm up, blocking his path.

"Absolutely not. You and him combined will result in enough testosterone to blow this place up." I put my hand on the handle of the front door, pushing him and the kids back around the corner. "Just wait here."

I open the door, stepping outside, just as Billy is climbing out of his car.

"Henderson?" he questions, jostling the cigarette tucked between his lips. "What are you doing here?"

My shoes crunch on the gravel driveway as I step closer to him. "I could ask you the same thing." I do my best to keep my tone friendly, but it's hard to keep my cool when Billy's puffing smoke in my face.

"I'm looking for Maxine. Heard she might be here." Billy looks over my shoulder, obviously at the window.

I shrug, feigning ignorance. "I haven't seen her."

"Is that so?" Billy asks, testing me.

I nod.

"I would've thought you had. She hangs out with your brother, right? I told her to stay away from that little mutant." Billy tilts his head back, letting out another puff of smoke.

I clench my fist at my side. “Well lucky for you she must have listened, Max isn’t here,” I grit out.

“Then you won't mind if I just take a look inside.” Billy bumps my shoulder, brushing past me.

“Hey, you can’t just go in the Byers' house without their permission.” I grab his arm, pulling myself back in front of him.

“Don’t worry,” he says, flashing a condescending smile. “I’ll knock.”

“The Byers aren’t here right now. They had an emergency and asked me to watch the house. So, you can just leave.”

Billy continues to step closer to me, and I put a hand on his chest to stop him.

His gaze drops down, looking at where my hand lies on his chest. He grabs my wrist, prying it away from him.

I try to pull away, but the vice of his fingers is unforgiving, and he only tightens his grip the more I struggle.

“Billy, let go,” I say, using almost the full force of my body to get free.

He doesn’t listen, anger lighting his face as he twists my wrist away, causing me to cry out.

I hear the front door open and Billy’s fiery gaze turns away from me.

“Is that you, Harrington?” he asks.

“Let her go,” is Steve’s only response.

“Not a problem.” Without looking at me, Billy yanks my arm, releasing me as I stumble to the ground.

I just barely catch myself on the ground, the little bits of gravel digging into my palms and pain shooting up my already bruising wrist.

I hear a scuffle behind me and push myself up, wiping my hands on my jeans. When I get to my feet, I see Steve doubled over on the ground, panting.

“You alright?” I ask.

“Yeah, just give me a second.” He holds up a hand, as he continues to catch his breath.

A crash from inside jerks my attention away, and I run through the already open front door.

Max, Dustin, and Mike are gazing into the next room, horrified looks on their faces. I round the corner, seeing Lucas pinned against a china cabinet by Billy.

“Get back, get back,” I step in front of the kids, pushing them further away from Billy.

I’m getting ready to surge at Billy, when Lucas knees him in the groin and Billy falls back with a grunt.

“You’re dead, Sinclair,” Billy pants. “You’re so dead.”

Fear lights my chest, knowing that there’s no way I’ll be able to stop Billy.

Before I can start to formulate a plan, Steve comes running in, stepping in front of me and the kids.

“No, you are,” Steve says, turning Billy towards him and punching him straight across the face.

Billy turns away, spitting out blood, and Lucas comes running across the room to us.

“Are you okay?” I ask, gripping his shoulder.

Lucas nods, and Mike, Max, and Dustin pull him into a hug.

Billy’s laughing now, blood dripping on his mouth, and it’s terrifying. “Looks like you’ve got some fire in you after all!” he shouts. “I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everyone’s been telling me so much about.”

Billy waves his arms, stepping closer to Steve, not seeming even the slightest bit fazed by the fact that he just punched him.

Steve places a light touch on his chest, pushing him away. “Get out.”

Billy looks on, and for a split second I think he might just listen, but then he takes a fast swing at Steve.

Steve dodges it, throwing another punch at Billy that sends him flying into the table.

"Yes, Steve! Kick his ass!" Dustin screams beside me.

Steve punches Billy a few more times, backing him into the kitchen counter.

Hope soars in my chest, despite Billy's reputation as a tough guy, it looks like Steve might be able to win this.

Billy's hand falls on one of Joyce's plates, pulling it into his grip.

"Watch out!" I shout, but it's too late, Billy smashes the plate over Steve's head, sending him staggering, towards us.

"Holy shit," Dustin shouts. I push him and the rest of the kids backwards, as Billy comes stomping towards us, headed for Steve.

"Steve." I reach for him, but Billy gets to him first, yanking him up by his collar.

"No one tells me what to do," Billy fumes, crashing his head into Steve's.

The kids are all shouting, screaming, begging Billy to stop, as he towers over Steve, pinning him to the floor and punching him repeatedly.

I rush forward, not sure if I'll even be able to make a difference. I latch onto Billy's arm, pulling as hard as I can, which only succeeds in him, elbowing me in my cheekbone, sending me falling backwards.

"Stay out of this," he spits, continuing his battering on Steve.

I search the room, looking for anything I can use as a weapon.

"What the-" Mike mutters, and suddenly the terrible sounds of punching have stopped.

I turn back and see Billy rising, one of the syringes we used to sedate Will protruding from his neck.

Max looks on, slowly backing away, gauging his reaction.

Billy pulls the syringe from his neck, staring at his sister with rage. "What the fuck did you do to me, you little bitch?" he murmurs, the sedative already kicking in.

It's not long until he falls to the floor.

I rush over to Steve, who's face is completely covered in blood. I lift his head up, calling his name, but he's not conscious.

I hear Max, drive a bat into the floor. "Say you understand!" she shouts at Billy.

Billy murmurs an, "I understand" and she drops the bat to the floor, digging through his pocket and pulling out a set of car keys.

"Let's go," she says to Mike, Dustin, and Lucas.

"Hold on, Steve needs help." I stand up, halting the kids plans.

"El needs help, too. And I think what she's dealing with is a little worse than a few bruises," Mike butts in.

I sigh, glancing back down at Steve.

"Lucas, find a first-aid kit. Mike grab some ice packs. Dustin, get whatever you need for this crazy plan of yours. Max you can help him." They all turn, going in different directions, hopefully doing what I told them to. "Hold on," I say, stopping Max. "Give me the keys, I'll drive."

After some heavy lifting from all of us, we're in the car with Dustin giving me instructions on where to go.

"Then make a left up here," Dustin points, I quickly jerk the vehicle to make the turn.

"Have you ever driven before?" Lucas asks, as we dodge a trashcan on the side of the road.

"Yes," I retort.

"Yeah, like once," Dustin chimes in.

"Shut up," I fire back.

"It's true!"

"Hold on, hold on, he's waking up."

I glance over my shoulder and see Steve in the backseat, turning his head slightly.

Dustin mutters words of encouragement to him, as Steve groans.

"What's going on?" he asks and I hear panic start to rise in his voice.

"Don't worry, we have a plan."

"Y/n?" Steve murmurs. "I thought we agreed this wasn't happening."

"Sorry, Steve." I step on the gas, knowing that we're almost there.

"Great, you're going to get us all killed." Steve sits up in the backseat, leaning over the center console, but quickly falling backwards, as I speed up more.

I pull across the field, stopping the car and putting it in park.

The kids and I immediately climb out, them going to the trunk and unloading all the materials we brought.

"Hey, this isn't happening. Guys! Guys, stop it." Steve tries to grab everyone's attention, but they're all ignoring him, carrying out the mission like we planned.

I come up behind Steve, clapping him on the shoulder. "You know, Billy got you pretty bad. No one would blame you if you wanted to wait in the car. I can look after the kids."

Steve gives a fake laugh. "No way." He turns to the kids and their gear. "Pass me some of that." He holds out his hands and Dustin hands him a backpack.

Within minutes, all of us have covered our faces with bandanas and glasses. Ready to drop into the Upside Down.

“Are we really doing this?” Steve asks, me as we stand over the edge of the hole.

“What are you scared?” I ask, dropping in to join the kids who are already mapping out which way to go.

Steve drops down beside me a second later.

“This way,” Mike says, heading down one of the tunnels.

“No way.” Steve jostles past all of us. “I’m leading the way.”

He turns his flashlight, Mike close behind him. I pull out the knife I brought with me, bringing up the rear.

“C’mon, move it,” I say, urging the kids to keep up with Steve.

As we get further through the tunnels, we come across weirder things.

“What the hell?” Dustin mutters looking up at a bulbous, glowing mass in the ceiling.

“Let’s just keep moving,” I tell him, wanting to get in and out as fast as possible.

We keep going until we come across a center area, where all the tunnels are connected.

“Well, Wheeler,” Steve says. “I think we found your hub.

I pull off my back, passing out cans of gasoline. “Drench it.”

When we’re finished, we all line up against the tunnel we came from. Steve pulls out a lighter, holding it in his hands.

“You guys, go ahead. This things gonna light up fast,” I say, pushing Dustin and his friends back up the tunnel.

Dustin grabs my arm as I turn to go back to Steve. “Wait.” He looks up at me and I can tell looking in his eyes, even though they’re covered by his silly scuba mask, what he’s thinking.

I pull him into a hug, squeezing him as tight as I can for just a second. “Don’t worry, we’ll be okay. Now get out of here.” I rush back to join Steve, standing by where he’s crouched down.

“Sure you don’t want to go with them?” he asks. “I can light this thing by myself.”

“And let you get all the glory? Not a chance.”

Steve tilts his head with a smile and flicks on the lighter and tosses it into the center of the hub.

Within seconds heat, warms my face.

Steve jumps to his feet, grabbing my arm and tugging me along.

“Go, go,” he shouts, as we sprint through the tunnels. I can hear the sounds of the flames crackling behind us, but don’t turn back.

Soon Steve and I can see the kids standing in front of us.

“Keep going,” I shout.

“Mike’s caught!” Lucas shouts back.

“Shit,” Steve pulls the bat out of his bag and once we catch up to them he smashes it down on the vine holding Mike.

We all rush to help Mike to his feet, but a growling makes us turn.

“Dart?” Dustin says, when he sees the monster in front of us. He slowly steps forward and I reach to pull him back, but he shakes me off.

“Just trust me on this.”

“Didn’t that thing kill Mews?” I ask, trying to reach for Dustin without making any sudden moves that might spark the creature to attack.

Dustin crouches down in front of it and I slap a hand over my mouth to cover the squeak that nearly comes out.

A hand grabs mine and I look up to see Steve, looking at Dustin with us much fear on his face as I feel in my heart.

“Will you let us pass?” Dustin asks, and Dart’s mouth flares open, exposing its razor sharp teeth.

Steve’s hand squeezes mine even tighter and I squeeze back.

“You hungry?” Dustin asks, pulling a candy bar out of his bag.

“Oh my god,” I murmur, as he practically touches the thing in order to feed it.

Dustin waves us forward without turning and I push Mike, Lucas, and Max around him.

Steve and I right behind them.

We pass Dart, grabbing Dustin on the way.

“Don’t ever do something like that again,” I warn, slinging my arm over his shoulder for a side hug while we walk.

Dustin just chuckles, but we’re interrupted by a roaring in the distance.

“They’re coming!” Mike screams. “Run!”

We all take off down the tunnel, slipping and sliding on the slimy walls.

“Where’s the exit?” Max shouts.

“There!” Lucas points to the dangling rope down one tunnel.

Steve runs ahead. “Come on! Come on!” He grabs Max as soon as she gets there, lifting her up so she has less rope to climb.

I help him lift Lucas and Max pulls him up from the other side. Mike is next and we manage to get Dustin up just as the first demadog comes around the corner.

“Start climbing, I’ll hold them off,” Steve braces himself with his bat, but I’m already pulling out my knife.

“Y/n!” Dustin calls from above, and my heart clenches at the sound, but I can’t bring myself to look up.

I brace myself as the herd of them races towards us, but when the first one flies past me, I drop my weapon slightly.

“What the hell?” Steve pulls me closer to him, our chests against each other, making more room for the monsters to avoid us.

I look up at him, to find him looking down at me. “What’s this?” he asks, fingertips brushing my cheek.

“Billy knocked me a little at the Byer’s house, but it’s fine. I’m a lot better off than you.” I chuckle a little, but Steve just gives a small smile, his face stony.

Soon, they’re all gone and Steve and I are alone in the tunnel, still pressed against each other.

We both back away with a cough and I move to grab the rope.

“Here let me help you.” Steve grabs my waist and boosts me up, the kids grabbing my arms and pulling me the rest of the way.

I plan to turn around and help Steve, but Dustin’s arms are latched around my waist the second I can stand.

“Hey, I’m okay,” I say, hugging him back. “I’m okay.”

“I know,” Dustin mumbles into my chest, still refusing to let go.

I look up and see that Steve has managed to climb out as, well.

I smile at him when he gets to his feet, removing one arm from Dustin’s back and motioning him into the hug, along with everyone else.

So, there we stand, on the edge of the Upside Down, all six of us clinging to each other, as the Gate finally closes.

"Dustin, Steve's here!" I call, seeing his car pull up out front.

"I'm not finished getting ready."

Dustin comes out, hairspray in hand.

"You look fine."

Dustin gives me a look and then heads back into the bathroom.

The doorbell rings and I rush to go get it. I open the door and Steve is standing there, hands in his pockets.

"Hey, y/n," he says, nodding his head when he sees me. I haven't seen much of Steve since the Gate closed.

"Hey." I step aside so he can come in. "Dustin's still getting ready."

Steve nods, standing beside me in the entryway.

"Your face looks better," he says, motioning to where Billy hit me over a week ago. The bruise has completely faded now.

"Thanks," I chuckle. "Yours does, too."

"Shit, I'm gonna be late." Dustin comes out, yanking his shoes on, his curls still loose on his head.

"Woah, calm down, dude." Steve puts his hands up. "I can do your hair in the car."

"Not while you're driving I hope."

Steve turns to me. "No, of course not. You can drive." He places his car keys in my hand.

"Um, I don't think you want me behind the wheel of your car." I go to hand the keys back, but he pushes them away.

"It'll be fine. I can give you like a driving lesson." Steve grabs the hairspray from Dustin's hand and we all head out to the car.

I nervously climb in the driver's seat, while Steve gets in the passenger's seat and Dustin sits in the back.

Steve directs me on how to drive and luckily for me, the school isn't that far away and this time there isn't the imminent threat of destruction urging me to drive faster, just Dustin whining about being late and getting hairspray in his mouth.

I pull up beside the school, turning to Dustin in the backseat. "Have fun," I tell him.

"Go get 'em tiger," Steve says, as Dustin climbs out the door and goes inside.

I move to unbuckle my seat.

"Hold on," Steve says. "We're not done with your driving lesson."

I grin at him, starting the car engine back up. "Where to?" I ask.

"I was thinking milkshakes at the diner on 5th."

I pull the car out of the school parking lot. "You know that hairspray probably stunk up your whole car, permanently."

Steve shrugs. "Nah, it usually just takes a couple hours to air out."

I turn to him a smirk on my face, and my eyebrows tugged together. "Use hairspray often?" I ask, knowing that his fluffy hair is his most sought after feature.

"No," Steve replies, shifting the bottle in his hands and I catch sight of the image on the side.

"Is that Farrah Fawcett hairspray?" I ask with a laugh.

"No." Steve drops the bottle to the floor. "Hey, eyes on the road!"

I'm still laughing as I turn my attention back to driving. I pull into the diner parking lot, which lucky for me is almost empty-I take up two spots.

Steve and I head inside and I walk up to the counter ordering one strawberry and one chocolate milkshake.

Steve gives me a funny look as I turn and head to the nearest booth.

"What?" I ask. "Chocolate's still your favorite, isn't it? It's all you used to order at Benny's."

Steve's face contorts as he slowly remembers. "You worked at Benny's?"

I smile. "Yup, back when you were still "jerk Steve."

Steve drops his head into his hands. "Dammit, I was awful to you."

He sounds so distraught that I feel bad for him. I reach over, pulling his hands away from his face. "Hey, don't worry about it. I know I was giving you a hard time earlier, but after seeing the way you protected the kids... it's hard not to like you."

Steve looks up at me, a cocky grin on his face. "You like me?" he asks.

I roll my eyes. "I hate you less. How about that?"

"I'll take it." Steve leans back in the booth, spreading his arms along the top. A strand of hair hangs loosely over his forehead, as he looks around the diner.

In that moment, gazing at him, I knew that my heart didn't hold an ounce of hatred for Steve Harrington.

[lifeofkaze]

A Search for Balance

CHAPTER 16: THE CHEEK OF IT

Find the masterlist with all chapters of this story here, the previous chapter here, and the next one here.

Tagging: @flareshogwarts

Warning: mention/consummation of alcohol

It was only the beginning of October, but the wind that blew through the coloured leaves on the trees was cold and smelled of rain. Lizzie drew her shoulders up and wished she had brought a scarf. The hand which wasn't balancing the box of cake she was carrying went to her head, brushing away the soft curls framing her face. Next to her, Skye rolled her eyes.

"Bloody hell, if you touch your hair one more time, I'm gonna go doolally. Just put it up, like always. I don't get why you even made an effort." She gave Lizzie a knowing grin. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're out to impress someone."

"Don't be ridiculous," Lizzie muttered and let her hand sink. The wind immediately whipped her hair into her face again, a strand of it catching in her lipstick. "It's only Orion's birthday party. Who would I want to impress?"

They walked down the winding path to the small cottage on the outskirts of Wigtown. Skye had visited it a few times already, but Lizzie had declined every offer to join her so far. When Orion had invited the whole team for his birthday, however, she hadn’t been able to think of a reason not to go - they were supposed to be friends again, after all.

She looked around the front garden with a nervous flutter in her chest as Skye knocked on the door. Warm light and noise washed over them as Orion opened, and Skye immediately clasped hands with him, wishing him a happy birthday with a big grin on her face. Feeling suddenly timid, Lizzie stayed back until they were done.

Once Skye had entered the house, she stepped closer to Orion, swallowing the lump inside her throat. The smile on her face felt forced, and she dropped her eyes, mumbling a quick "Happy Birthday" underneath her breath. She tried hugging Orion with her free arm, but it felt awkward and clumsy.

"I'm glad you made it," Orion said as he moved away. Lizzie blinked in surprise.

"Why wouldn't I? It's your birthday."

"What is a single day but a turn of the sun in the sky? A year but a never-ceasing succession of days?" Orion shrugged. "It's not my birthday that matters but the time I spend with the people close to me. So, thank you for coming."

He paused, looking like he wanted to add something, his eyes trailing briefly over Lizzie's face and her hair stirring in the breeze. His silence made her shift uncomfortably.

"Oi, Jameson!" Skye's voice sounded from inside, making both of them drop their eyes. "For someone complaining about the wind all the time, you seem to be pretty cosy outside. Come on in, my butt's freezing!"

Orion stepped aside, and Lizzie entered a small hallway at the end of which she could see the living room, which was already filled with people. She cast a curious look around. The furnishings in Orion's home were sparse, but she had expected no different. Some of the things she saw she recognised, but most of the foreign-looking trinkets on the shelves and boards were new to her. 

"Do you want me to take this off you?"

Lizzie jumped at Orion's question, almost dropping the box he was looking at inquiringly.

"Yes, sure. Thanks. Sorry, I was just…" Realising how muddled she was sounding, Lizzie made a conscious effort to order her thoughts and held the box out to Orion with both hands. "I made this for you. It's my Granny's cherry cheesecake." She bit her lip. "If I remember correctly, it used to be your favourite." 

"Memories of this cake are irrevocably intertwined with the thought of summer. How could anyone not like it?" 

Orion's smile was warm as he took the cake off her and brought it into the kitchen. Lizzie looked after him, feeling her heart beating inside her chest. Shaking her head to herself, she turned, ran a hand through her hair, and stepped into the living room. She needed a drink. 

Luckily, there were enough people there to distract herself with. Orion had invited their whole team, along with some friends he had remained in contact with. Lizzie chatted her way around, hopping from conversation to conversation without really joining any of them. Gradually, she began to relax; it was nice to enjoy herself without Matthew’s eyes on her for a change. 

"Hard to get hold of you tonight," Skye said as she caught Lizzie by the kitchen door and handed her a glass of Firewhiskey. Lizzie grimaced at the taste; definitely not her preferred brand.

"There's a lot of people to catch up with. Wouldn't hurt you, too, you know? What with being the captain and all that." 

"You sound like Dad," Skye rolled her eyes. "Need to get on better terms with our mates, he says. As if being liked would make things any easier." 

"It does, though."

"I'm not like you, Jameson. People don't like me." 

"Because they don't know you. You have good sides, too, even if you make a hell of an effort to hide them sometimes."

"You sound like Rath," Skye snorted, glancing at where Erika Rath was talking with Bethany Tweed. "I give a flying Snitch about what any of you think - I am who I am. I'm a Parkin. I don't need to be anyone's favourite."

Lizzie nudged Skye into the side with her shoulder. "You're my favourite, if that helps. Even if you keep forgetting to clean the bathroom." 

"Cleaning it every two weeks is more than enough," Skye protested. A smirk formed on her face. "Good to know you're still eating out of my Quidditch glove, though. Can't say everybody shares your notion."

Lizzie frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Just that others have very different ideas about favourites, that's all."

The witty remark on the tip of Lizzie's tongue died as she followed Skye’s eyes. Across the room, by the floor-length windows leading into the garden, Orion was standing with Morgaine. The red-headed Chaser seemed to be deeply engrossed in what he was telling her, smiling and twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. Orion must have said something funny, because suddenly she laughed and laid her hand on his arm. Lizzie's brows drew together in a scowl. 

"Look at her a little darker, and lightning might strike." 

"I'm not," Lizziere muttered, colour rising to her cheeks.

"You're as subtle as a Bludger in a potions shop, Jameson." Skye leaned against the doorframe and provocatively looked toward Morgaine and Orion. "Don't they make a smashing couple?" 

"Stop looking," Lizzie hissed. "And no, they don't. She's not his type at all."

"Isn't she?" Skye sniggered. "She reminds me loads of the old you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"She's got a temper, sure, but otherwise she’s easy to be around. Fun, outgoing, effortless. You're just stuck up these days."

"Thanks a lot." Lizzie looked back at Orion and Morgaine and bit her lip. "Do you really think he fancies her?"

"How would I know? According to Rath, I know less about relationships than a Knarl with commitment issues. But even I can see that Yarwood’s got the hots for him. Don't see why, but who am I to judge, right?" 

She grinned and elbowed Lizzie in the side, turning serious again when Lizzie didn't react. "Don't get your broomstick into a twist, it ain't like it would go anywhere. The League's got clear rules on this kind of thing - no relationships between active players allowed."

"Doesn't that only apply to members of opposing teams? I thought that was the original issue between you and Erika." Despite herself, the corners of Lizzie's mouth quirked up. "She's a scout now. We could go over and talk to her."

"Don't you dare," Skye hissed. "The only issue between Rath and me was her attitude. Don't care what she says, that's how it was. And even if Orion and Yarwood are on the same team, you know how it is with Dad. He's strictly against us meddling with each other. Brings nothing but trouble, according to him. But who am I telling, right?" 

She sighed heavily when Lizzie shrouded herself in silence. "Stop looking like a depressed Glumbumble. Come on, I need a new drink. All this talk about exes has gotten me thirsty." 

Skye took Lizzie by the elbow and led her away, out of sight of Orion, Morgaine, and her hand on his arm. While they were raiding the kitchen for snacks, Lizzie had trouble keeping up with Skye. Her Scottish accent was becoming thicker by the minute, and Lizzie soon stopped listening altogether. Her thoughts still circled around Orion and how the idea of Morgaine flirting with him was grating on her. What was Morgaine even thinking? She didn't know Orion, not like Lizzie did. She was nice enough, pretty in the right light, but that was about it. Orion would never be interested in someone as bland as her… would he?

The thought didn't leave Lizzie alone, so she didn’t pay attention to Skye pouring herself one drink after the other. On their way across the living room, Lizzie risked a furtive look in the direction of Orion and Morgaine, who somehow still had her hand on Orion's arm. 

She was so caught up in her thoughts about how selfish it was of Morgaine to keep the host from his guests for the whole evening, that she didn’t see Skye tripping over a fold in the carpet. Unable to catch her stride in time, both of them came crashing to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs. Skye's drink splashed from her glass into Lizzie's face, so instead of a hefty curse, Lizzie broke into a violent fit of coughing. 

A moment later, Orion was there to help her up. 

"Are you alright?" 

"Just a ruined shirt and pride," Lizzie coughed. She gave Skye, who was being dragged to her feet by Erika, a dark look. "Thanks for that, by the way." 

"What?" Skye asked, her voice slurred by the alcohol. "Not my fault you swerve like Wollgongong Jimmy. Willongong Shommy. Woll… sod it, you know what I mean." 

"Sure thing, Parkin," Erika rolled her eyes. "The only one here not knowing how to swerve is you around a bottle of Firewhiskey." 

"What are you getting into this for?" Skye snapped, snatching her arm away from Erika's helping hand. 

"She's got a point," said Morgaine, who had followed Orion onto the scene. "Skye's had more than her fill. Maybe someone should get her home. Don't you agree, Lizzie?"

"You're welcome to it," Lizzie replied coolly. "I don't see why I should go home only because Skye's overdone it. I'd need to clean myself up first anyway."

"That shouldn't take long. I'm sure Skye won't mind waiting."

Before Lizzie could reply, Erika cut into their conversation. "I'll take her. Parkin's a handful when she's drunk."

"What do you even know?" Skye grumbled.

"You'd be much more agreeable if you learned to shut up every once in a while."

The two of them were still bickering when Orion accompanied them to the door, leaving Lizzie and Morgaine behind. One of her eyebrows slightly raised, Morgaine looked Lizzie up and down.

"Didn't you want to go get yourself cleaned?" 

"Oh, I'll be right back."

Flashing Morgaine a sickeningly sweet smile, Lizzie walked away with as much dignity as she could muster. It seemed like Erika's and Skye's departure had prompted most of the other guests to do the same, because when she returned from the bathroom, almost everybody else had gone. Once Scout Sheridan and Warren Porter had left together, the only ones remaining were Lizzie, Morgaine and Orion.

"A moment’s beauty lies within its fleetingness. It seems the evening has drawn to an end."

"It does seem like a good time to go home," Morgaine agreed, looking at Lizzie from the side. "There's still a lot to clean up. If you want -"

"I'll help you," Lizzie interrupted her. "We didn't get a chance to chat all night, and together we'll be done in no time." She turned to Morgaine with an innocent smile. "See you at practice, Morgaine."

Knowing when she’d lost her battle, Morgaine left with her head held high. Once she was gone, Orion returned to the living room with a smirk on his face. 

"I don't remember you ever being as eager to clean up after a party."

"The only one eager here certainly wasn't me."

Orion chuckled. "She doesn't lack in strength of will, that much is true. She reminds me of someone, actually."

He laughed again, a warm sound that made Lizzie forget her annoyance at being compared to Morgaine again. It didn't take long for them to gather everything up and get rid of the worst of the mess. While Orion let the cleaned plates and glasses float from the sink to the shelves, Lizzie busied herself with sipping the remainders of her drink and eating what was left of the cherry cheesecake straight from the pan. 

"I don't envy Erika," she said, popping another bite of cake into her mouth. "I bet Skye gave her hell on the way home." She sighed deeply. "That or they have wrecked the place… again."

"Clashing streams of hot and cold air leave a hurricane in their wake," Orion agreed. He took a bite of cake with the second fork stuck inside the pan as he walked past her. "But as fundamental as their differences are, they somehow complete each other."

"They drive each other mad," Lizzie corrected him, "and me in the process."

"The unsung casualties of love. Talking about casualties," Orion added with a chuckle, "it looks like your cake has left some on you."

Lizzie inspected her shirt but found it as clean as she had managed to magically make it. She tilted her head in confusion, so Orion tapped his finger to a spot next to his mouth. 

"Right there."

Lizzie raised her hand to her blushing face and brushed her hand over her cheek. She looked at Orion in a questioning manner

"No, it’s still there."

Lizzie tried again, a little more determinedly this time, but Orion shook his head.

"Wait."

He quickly leaned over the counter and wiped the rest of the cream away with his thumb. Realising what he was doing, he froze, his fingers still lingering on Lizzie's cheek. Awkwardly clearing his throat, he let his hand drop, stepped away and ran his hand over his air.

"It's gone," he said superfluously, a slight tremor to his voice. He hesitated briefly before he asked, "Do you want another drink?"

Grateful for the distraction from the tingling sensation in her stomach, Lizzie nodded. "What do you have to offer?" 

Orion went into the pantry and returned with a bottle of cherry wine he held out to her. The strange moment between them driven from her mind, Lizzie’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Since when do you keep cherry wine around?"

"I grew to miss the taste of it.”

"I've had quite a bit of Firewhiskey. As lovely as it sounds, I don't know if going back on drinks is a good idea."

"Sometimes the way forward leads back," Orion smiled and unstopped the bottle. He filled two glasses with the light red wine, the smell making a smile appear on Lizzie's face. 

They settled on the sofa by the fireplace. Orion opened the glass doors to the garden to let some fresh air inside, and Lizzie tucked her feet underneath her against the cold. They sat and talked for a while, and with every passing minute, Lizzie found herself relaxing more and more. Presently, their conversation turned to the evening at hand again.

"I didn't even realise how many drinks Skye’s had. I hope everything went smoothly with her and Erika." Lizzie pulled a face. "Then again, I don't. I can't take more than three break-ups in as many months."

The laugh lingering on Orion's face gradually faded. "No matter how many storms are trying to upend it, if the roots go deep enough, the tree growing from their love will blossom again." 

The mood had suddenly shifted. Lizzie leaned forward, placing a hand on Orion's arm; he didn’t deserve to be sad on his birthday.

"So, what's this thing with you and Morgaine?" she asked lightly, but the words tasted bitter in her mouth. 

Orion took his time to answer. "She is a pleasant person to be around."

"But?" 

He leaned back in his seat, away from Lizzie's hand. "Even if it wasn't for the rules, this isn't what my heart longs for at the moment." 

"I see," was all Lizzie could think of saying.

She was still trying to quell the feeling of relief rising in her when Orion asked, "What about you and Matthew? How are your wedding preparations going?" 

Lizzie stiffened. "I don't want to talk about Matthew right now."

Orion nodded but didn't reply. The silence between them seemed to stretch to the point of awkwardness. It made Lizzie increasingly restless until, eventually, she couldn't hold back any longer.

"Orion, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

She bit her lip. "During the time you were away… were there others after me?"

Orion paused, an unreadable expression on his face. "Yes."

"How many?"

The look in his eyes was sad. "Does it matter?"

"Did you love them?"

He rested his arms on the top of his legs, turning his glass between his hands with a thoughtful frown. "At the time, it was enough."

Lizzie could tell that the turn of their conversation made him uncomfortable, but the urge to know, to speak out what had been bothering her since his return, had suddenly become unbearable. 

"Why did you come back then? If you had people you loved where you were… why bother ripping up old wounds?"

Orion sighed deeply, the fingers of his right hand tugging at the band of his necklace. "I can't ask you to understand the answer to this question when I know it myself. I thought I could build a new life from scratch, but I was wrong. Things have changed."

"Some say I have changed," Lizzie said, Skye's words from earlier echoing in her ears. "Is that what you mean?"

"Change is inevitable, may it be for better or for worse. It's not my place to judge you."

"But have I?" Lizzie insisted, the need to hear that she was still the same burning under her skin. She needed to hear Orion say that she was still the person he had used to know, used to love.

"Who we grow to be is not a steady process. Only time will tell which path the wind of fate will eventually blow us. All I know is that the universe is never lacking in surprises. Speaking of it," Orion said, his eyes dropping to where Lizzie's golden necklace sat resting just below her throat, "I'm surprised to see you wearing this again." 

Lizzie touched the yellow topaz Orion had given her for her sixteenth birthday. She had worn it almost every day until their break-up and had continued using it as a lucky charm even after. Today, however, was the first time she had properly worn it around her neck instead of her wrist since Orion had left. She shrugged.

"Old habits die hard, I guess."

Orion's eyes were still resting on the golden stone. He seemed contemplative as he nodded. "That they do indeed." 

Not knowing what to say, Lizzie leaned back, her eyes following a small beetle buzzing around the ceiling. Without looking in Orion's direction, she said quietly, "For what it's worth, I'm glad you're back."

When it was time to go, Lizzie paused in the doorway, watching the wind rustling through the bushes. She had promised Matthew to come to the manor after the party but found herself increasingly unwilling to do so.

"Thank you for staying and helping me," Orion said behind her. 

Lizzie turned to him with a smile. "Thank you for the drink. Is there a better way to end a birthday than a glass of cherry wine?" 

He laughed, the look around his eyes soft. "There'll always be a bottle of cherry wine waiting for you here." 

Smiling a little wider, Lizzie moved in to hug Orion goodbye, her arms coming around his neck while his circled her waist. Feeling his warmth against her, she was suddenly reluctant to let go. Orion smelled like cherry wine, ginger and patchouli, and the fire burning in his fireplace, and Lizzie breathed in the familiar scent as he pulled her closer. 

Before she knew what she was doing, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his cheek, whispering, "Happy Birthday, Captain," before quickly stepping away. With her cheeks burning bright red and the flutter in her stomach so strong that she had to press a hand against it, Lizzie turned and left without looking back.

[etherealtobio]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏

part 2

— haikyuu characters and what they’d do to help you sleep ♡

— feat. akaashi, atsumu, bokuto, hinata, kageyama, kita, osamu, suna, and tsukishima

— contains: gn!reader, established relationships, food mentions, slight manga spoilers, & slight crack bc that's just how it is <3

— a/n: this is for my beloved insomniacs, and here's my first headcanon !! LETSGOOO <3 i hope u enjoy and pls reblog if u liked it !! part 2 is up now╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

⇨ 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 reads you a book !! have you heard of his voice ?? SO soothing which will lull you to sleep <3 he asks you what book you want him to read but he sometimes insists on reading you stories you haven't heard before, just because he knows you'll love what he picks. sometimes would make fun of you and would search the web to read smut. he says it'll make you uncomfy and force you to sleep. you know the ones that are so explicit? yeah, we won't elaborate on that. don't ask me how he reads them with a straight face. "akaashi, please stop" "but this is really good" "yeah but i wouldn't be able to take you seriously" "then i'll read more passionately" "babe if you don't sTOP-"

⇨ 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 is SO hyper. mans still has energy after volleyball practice and doesn't hesitate to ask you if you "wanna pillow fight?" ?? then proceeds to hit you before you even begin to talk. you gasp in shock as he hits your face so you try to hit him back, but the way he sways his pillow onto you is so strong which overpowers your will to do so. how strong is this man anyway ?? his last hit makes you fall back onto the bed, then he lays down beside you to trap you in his arms. "you tired?" "yes, 'tsumu, now let me go" "no" "you should've just asked if you wanted to cuddle so we can sleep" baby just wanted snuggies after all :')

⇨ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 asks "you can't sleep? mE TOO" then turns the TV on to watch a movie with you <3 he storms out the room before the movie starts and grabs a bowl of popcorn on the way back and you chose not to mind the ones that fell on the floor when he ran back to you. he likes cuddles and initiates to be the big spoon bc he wants you to be comfy. he'd pick a romcom so both of you would feel light-hearted before sleeping. but really, it's just an excuse for him to avoid watching horror movies with you, and you insist otherwise. "bo, why don't you want to watch a horror movie anyway?" "i'd be too scared to sleep" "but i'm here?" "i have you and me that i have to protect from ghosts ok" i can imagine him instantly standing up just when he hears a strange noise coming out of nowhere HFJSDGF A BIG BABY

⇨ 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 is really excited to hear that you can't sleep because he was too hyper to do so. will ask you if you wanted to bike with him. bike ?? but he insists Miyagi's roads are safe to stroll around at night. he grabs the two bikes for you and both of you start to talk about life under the starry night <3 "what do you think of my spikes" "hinata, you ask me this literally everyday" "but you give me the best compliments!!" "fine, you're really good. but next time don't hit kageyama's head while serving" "you don't have to bring that up!!1!" all the cycling made you tired, so as you get back home, you feel drowsy and tired enough to fall asleep, and he is as well <3

⇨ 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 tells you that it’s good to drink milk before sleeping. he actually does this and you notice that he’s fast asleep afterwards (when does he ever not drink milk anyways ??). whenever you tell him you can’t sleep, he makes sure that there’s a stock of milk cartons in the fridge just to make sure to never run out <3 “i can’t sleep” “how about you drink your milk” “but i'm gonna feel full” “well i’m not one who has a messed up sleep schedule, boke” he didn’t have to call you out like that 😔 but he got out of bed to pour you a glass of milk regardless <3

⇨ 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 is really strict with you since he knows how sleep is important to you. he will NOT hesitate to wait for you to say that you can’t sleep. instead, he would give you lavender-scented candles and an eye mask before bedtime. he also cooks you boiled eggs since he says it helps with the melatonin, but will give you a tart cherry juice instead if you preferred not to eat <3 vERY responsible boyfriend, don't argue with me on this !! he'd also tell you to do the 4-7-8 breathing technique if you still can't sleep. "are you sure this will help?" "Obachan told me about this technique and it makes me fall asleep faster, try it" then proceeds to cuddle you whilst you do it. before you know it, you're already fast asleep !! although you'd have to ask him the next day about which helped you sleep faster <3

⇨ 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 insists to cook you something. you told him you were too hungry to sleep, so he brings you to the kitchen so you can watch him cook :') he says ramen is too heavy to digest at night so he cooks you miso soup instead !! this soup contains a lot of benefits so he's more than glad to offer you something that will be good for you <3 you watch him prepare all the ingredients before putting it altogether like magic. even if you don't like miso, the way he cooks it will be a life-changer for you because this man not only cooks, he cooks with passion !! you both devour the carefully-made soup then head back to your room to prepare to sleep <3 "did you like it?" "i did, 'samu, it tasted really good" "don't make yourself hungry before bedtime next time" but really, you just can't resist his perfect food recipes <3

⇨ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 shows you his stolen pics of the team (especially atsumu LOL) which makes you both laugh so hard your cheeks and stomachs hurt !! he would also tell you the backstory of each picture so you would know the context. there are several questionable scenes, one of which is kita massaging his forehead in the background while atsumu flashes his butt to the team inside the locker room. another one is a blurred selfie with the team in the background dancing to tiktok songs. "and if you look closely, you'll see a disappointed aran" "i bet this was atsumu's idea" "yeah, especially this one song where you throw it back." both of you get exhausted with the laughing and cackling so you finally fall asleep afterwards, with his arm around your waist <3

⇨ 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 gives you his giant dinosaur plushie. you’d be confused at first, because he doesn’t let anyone, not even yamaguchi, touch those plushies he cherishes very dearly. he actually has to choose since he has a ton of these in different dinosaur species. you know this, because he snuggles with different ones every night. you know that meme with the girlfriend sleeping with her 500 dollar four foot tall mareep? yep, that’s the sitch 😔 heart been broke so many times. BUT tsukishima is actually sweet enough to let you hold his plushies. “tsukki,, i can’t sleep” “here, have this T-rex” “but you don’t let anyone touch your plushies” “these help me sleep and it’s you anyways, take it” 🥺🥺🥺 then he insists to put the plushie between you both so he can cuddle it as well. tsukki said sharing is caring <3

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[sailingintothenight]

“Put your head on my Shoulder.” T.H. Imagine.

Summary: And what if after years of chasing each other like a cat and mouse, on a magical night where you two have to pretend to be a couple, you are finally able to say how you really feel about each other?

A/N: Hello everyone, after a while, and because a couple of people asked me, I wrote the second part of this story, "WANNABE", but you don't have to read it to understand this one. Anyway, I really hope you like it. Please give this story a lot of love. Thank you - V.

Tom Holland hates not being able to hate you.

The secret of his hate is because of your vanity, your selfish and free heart, your tender smile, the dimple that forms on your left cheek and your dreamy eyes that look at your grandfather as if he were the first man that you have ever loved — because you did.

Tom hates you because under a starry night, in the midst of a crowd of people and soothing music, you make your way through the mortals wearing a velvety wine red strapless dress that is lust itself on your body, black boots (velvet too) that cover you up to the knees and are as hot as hell, and your chocker - a gift from your father - from which a cross hangs, that is a tempting invitation for a sinner like him.

You are his angel with a devilish smile: but tonight, Tom Holland hates that, despite possessing all those qualities, and many more, he can only see the tenderness in your eyes when you look at your grandfather, or when you talk about him, and your smile that becomes as adorable as the face you were born with.

“You are like… staring much. Don't you think?" Harrison chuckles beside him, making Tom look away from you and your way of receiving the guests scattered around the place.

"Shit, Tom, if you turned a little faster you would look like the exorcist." Harry continues with the bland jokes, the same ones that make Sam, Harry and Tuwaine smile.

"Shut up." Tom hisses, taking a sip of his beer as he looks back at his group of friends.

But this story is not about you, but about Tom Holland, your lifelong neighbor, who you never had a conversation with other than to annoy each other, who you used to call idiot when nobody but him heard you, who used to laugh at you while filming Avengers: infinity war, endgame and finally, Spider-man: Far From Home, who used to hold your hand when you were kids because your parents were best friends, the same Tom who now drinks and look at you while you warmly greet each guest who has come to celebrate the birthday of the second man you know loved you.

“How is possible that you and he are the only two famous people at this party? What a waste of fame. Sigh." Danielle, your best friend whispers dramatically, just as you both stop at the bar to pick up more drinks.

"I'd feel sorry for you if you actually sighed." You give her a know-it-all smile, one that invites you to earn a playful slap on the butt from her.

"Please baby, I need to get something out of our friendship, otherwise this isn't working." She makes a gesture between her and you, the same sign that a boyfriend would make before breaking up.

"Tom Holland is here, why don't you go meet him?" You joke as you take the tray and walk with her by your side talking about Tom, although he was not news to you two.

"No thanks. But you can't deny that he looks sooo good. Only HE can look adorable and sexy at the same time. With those good boy eyes and wild muscles under his plain white T-shirt. Like Wow." She makes an expression of surprise, and the sound of an explosion as if her head cannot bear so much information that causes you so much laughter. "Seriously, please take that hottie. I'm sure your grandmother sent it to you as a gift."

You giggle, but your heart races at the thought of his breaking, because even though he and Hanna Johnson were never official, maybe he thought they were so. And after breaking up with her, he was back in London.

You suspected that was the reason behind his break.

"I would, but I don't love you as much as you think." You joke, just the moment you get to the table where your dear grandfather and your grandmother's friends, are, talking about you.

With just your young age, the world was a bright place for you, but here you are now, feeling how your best hits in movies escape from your hands like sand thanks to the endless words that spring from between the wrinkled lips of your grandmother's best friends, in the garden of your own house, adorned with crowded wooden tables and Christmas lights shining on you.

"Life goes by so fast, honey, you won't have that hot body for life." Says Mrs. Lee, who, at 89, still plays to be a 20-year-old from time to time. "You are... 24? 25? And you haven't had a single boyfriend yet."

"What do achievements matter if you don't have the most important thing, cutie?" Mrs. Russell asks, clicking her tongue in approval at her own words. “There are so many beautiful boys out there. My granddaughters want to be like you, but what will I tell them if you've never had a taste of real life? You are very innocent and that can work against you. You can have a little more fun while still being a lady, you know?"

Although in your cheeks bloom a crimson glow, you are aware that her words are offensive.

"You could tell the twins that you can be successful without fucking every chocolate-covered hottie that makes you an unseemly proposition." You murmur between tight lips, knowing well that the women in front of you need more than a whisper to hear certain truths. “I mean, you could tell Amy and Anne to work hard if they want to be actresses. The world is sexist, but, hey, here I am - besides, who says I don't have a boyfriend?"

You raise an eyebrow at your own question, winning several curious glances that seem to pierce you, even your grandfather, who stares at you more astonished than anyone.

"Really?" Mrs. Russell smiles, and her red lips gleam in the night. "And who is he?"

"Uh... well... I..." You giggle in a trance thanks to the bitter taste of the liquor that has your mind under a spell, leaving you completely blank and without a coherent response. "He is…"

"Hello, love." Tom presses his body against yours, suddenly, out of nowhere, wrapping his arm around your waist, so firm that you feel the pressure of his rolex in his left hand. "Hello, ladies. I heard you talking about me and I couldn't help but come and save my girl from this sea of ​​questions about who her boyfriend is. You thought I wasn't real, huh? I know my angel here is a little shy about our relationship, but there is no problem, love, you know you can show off what a good boyfriend I am with whoever you want…"

Tom smiles and enchants the older women who smile back at him, as if they are in love with his youth and his face that has it all: his cloud-fluffy brown hair that is combed to the side and back, the sparkle in his gaze and the way he smiles, making the corners of his eyes crinkle, right down to that funny eyebrow that everyone finds adorable.

From his lovely face and well-defined jaw to his personality and strong English accent: Tom looked like an angel from heaven, perhaps the devil himself because how dangerous his charm could be.

"Oh honey, I didn't know you and Tom were dating." Mrs. Lee says, with an expression between happy and sad. "My granddaughters thought they might have a chance with you, darling."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Lee." Tom answers, with a hint of happiness and pride in his voice. "I'm already taken and I like it that way."

"Yes!" You say with surprise when Tom gives you a squeeze with the hand that is holding you, shooting you a loving look to encourage you to speak. "I mean... He is."

You smile at the audience, especially at your grandfather and Danielle, who seem to have their suspicions.

"Tom..." Says Roy, your grandfather, who averts his narrowed eyes from your gaze to his, just to become the happiest person in the world as he clasps his hands in a sign of prayer. “I didn't know that you and my darling (Y/N) were together. I'm so happy! I'm sure my beloved Jules is happy too. Couldn't have asked for a better grandson."

"Thank you very much, Roy." Tom says, and it's so natural that he seems sincere. "I wanted to tell you, but we wanted to wait for our relationship to grow stronger."

"Yeah, you know that there are many actresses, blondes and blue eyes actresses who want to eat this hottie." You say and Tom laughs, nervous.

"Well, if you'll excuse us, I'd like to speak to my girlfriend in private for a moment."

Guiding you all the way, you and Tom turn around in the direction of the glass doors of your house that connect to the kitchen, breathing in the warm air from the warm walls the moment you two walk in.

"Good acting, Tom." You smile as you take a grape from the kitchen counter. "Not enough to win an EMMY but-"

"Ha. You are funny. But now I want to talk to you about something…” Tom smiles, too, giving you a devilish look, as if he never rests from it. "You owe me a favor, love."

"Of course not!" You defend yourself, nervous of the sudden change in the conversation. “You came alone like a prince on a horse. I did not call you. I do not owe you anything."

"Are you sure about that?" Tom laughs, as if he really enjoyed the moment. “Because I can go there and tell them the truth. I told you it's pathetic that you've never had a boyfriend. Besides, I wouldn't want to break Roy's heart, he looked so happy to know that his dearest granddaughter is with a good man."

You cross your arms, uneasy with the fact that you've never really fallen in love with someone, while seriously thinking about how happy, and probably relieved, your granddfather is to see that his granddaughter is with someone like Tom, who, despite of everything, yes, was a good boy.

"Okay. What do you want?"

"I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend in front of my parents."

You laugh inadvertently, although deep down you want to know if what was being said about Hannah and him was true.

"Why?"

"Everyone thinks Hannah dumped me and I don't want to see myself as a loser in front of my family and have them keep asking questions about her, it's exhausting."

"Eh, too late for that." You sigh, and Tom looks at you hopefully. "You were a loser long time ago, Tom, sorry."

"I hate you." Tom laughs.

"The feeling is mutual." You look away, and in a second you decide to contemplate why agreeing to be his fake girlfriend would be a bad decision, and why you would do it anyway. “Okay, but you know you can't call me darling. And stop looking at my chest, perv."

Tom laughs, looking up your chest into your eyes.

"It's not my fault you have worn that dress, but it seems that despite everything you didn't have a boy's body all this time. Congrats."

"Idiot."

Tom and his dreamy eyes smile as he opens the glass door for you, stepping aside so you can go out onto the field and do the performance of your life, which you discover would be more difficult than you thought as both of you approach the table on the left side of the place, where your family - made up of your mom, your dad and your older brother - are with his. So, in silence, and to let them be the ones to carry out the conversation of your supposed relationship, Tom remains standing next to you, leaving a space between Harry and him for you.

"Oh, yeah. Last night I got the iPad with the script of the Devil all the time." You say, to continue the conversation that your brother Ethan started, smiling at you. "My character falls in love with the poor and broken Arvin Russell."

Tom chuckles.

“And (Y/N) is a cold and rich bi—… girl who treats me like shit until I save her from her dad, the reverend and the crazy couple of rapists. I think you will play that role very well, love." And again and against your will, Tom brings you closer to him placing his arm around your waist, so close that his proximity makes you red.

So much so that you must place a hand on your exposed chest so that his gaze does not fall on that specific place.

“Bet your pretty ass I will. And then we will flee together into the sunset with a happy ending after killing 4 people."

His family and yours are too stunned to say a word, but just at the moment when you think they will shout hallelujah to the sky or to mention you are Frenemies, Dom makes a fist and a victory gesture with a loud yes!

“I told you they would be together before they were 25! pay me!" He yells happily at your dad, who, next to him, grunts as he searches for his wallet in his pants.

“Couldn't you wait until you turned 25, honey? It was only a few months away."

"What the hell?" Tom says, watching your father leave a $100 bill in Dom's hand.

"It's a silly thing they did when they were drunk." Nikki says, as she joins her hands in prayer just like your grandfather, just as happy as he. "It was about time you decided to be together."

"I didn't know that Tom could love someone other than Tessa." Your brother jokes.

"I didn't know anyone could love Tom more than Tessa." Harry jokes, but in his eyes you can see that part of him means it.

"Is this serious?" Your mom says, raising an eyebrow.

"It is." Tom says, and his voice is as solemn as his expression. "Mom, Dad, everyone, I want to marry this woman... someday."

Along with the expressions of happiness and surprise, theirs and yours, your brother breaks the silent while looking like a hawk at Tom.

"Her favorite color?"

"Blue." He answers, without missing a second.

"Favorite book?"

"Jane Austin's Pride & Prejudice."

"Coffee, hot or cold?"

"It depends on the season."

"Seafood?"

"Banned forever."

"Very well, you have my blessing to marry my sister." Your brother nods, like a wise old man, while you, foolishly, think of two things, how quickly he responded, and how well he knew you.

"Just that?" You question, partly offended. "Why better not give him 2 cows for my honor?"

"That's a good idea." Tom responds. "We already have a chicken so..."

You snort just like the idea of Tom buying a chicken just because there were no eggs in the store is spinning in your head, but at that very moment, your words die on your lips as Rose, your aunt and your grandfather's eldest daughter, has taken the command of the party to indicate that the most important thing of the night has arrived: the dance that your grandfather and grandmother used to have, when she was still alive.

Like a fairy tale, every couple in love gathers in the center of the garden while the song “Put your head on my shoulder” by Paul Anka begins to float in the London air that is suddenly flooded with love, to such an extent point that threatens to drown you in it.

"Would you like...?" Tom is nervous, and lets the question hang in the air.

Your breathing becomes agitated, it becomes irregular as your parents and his join the other couples, wild as your heart that beats with the fierceness of a caged animal seeking freedom.

You want to say no, but the crystallized look and happiness that you achieve in your grandfather's eyes are the impulse you need to avoid breaking his heart with the truth.

"Okay."

Tom takes your hand gently and guides you to the makeshift dance floor, placing his hands on your waist to imitate the elders.

Inside and out, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was still as beautiful as the first one he saw you when you were children; but of course, now as adults, everything was different: you were stronger, more mature, more self-confident, wilder and indomitable. But Tom didn't judge your insecurity, he never did, because you had trouble trusting in a future love that could be so real that it seemed a fairy tale - like the ones your father had read to you before bed - as deep as Roy's pain at losing his beloved Jules.

And it is then that Tom realized everything.

That's why you didn't want to be called darling, just because your grandfather used to call his great love that way. Why you never had a boyfriend. Of why you had never wasted your love giving it to someone you knew you would never have a future with, just the way he did with Hannah. Of why you have never been able to give your sincere love to someone else.

Because we're so hopeful at the beginning of things, it seems that there is only one world to gain, nothing to lose, and suddenly, we lose someone whom God knew we deeply love, leaving us with nothing but a void where there must be a beating heart.

And that's when the applause dies down, the silence overwhelms you two, time runs out and life forces you to look into each other's eyes to wonder, without words, why you did the things you did and the things you didn't.

"I'm in love with you."

"Don't."

You say the words at the same time, although they are not the words you expect to hear from the other.

And then you smile sadly, slightly because you no longer have the strength, because your body seems numb from the little alcohol you have drunk and because it seems that the world is leaning to one side with his love confession, but you also smile because Tom still has that adorable face, and a funny eyebrow that you were dying to fix. Just for fun. Just to touch him.

"You're not in love with me, you're just sad about Hannah." You whisper, desperately waiting for the song you have loved for so long to come to an end so you can flee from his arms.

"No, you don't understand, now I can see that it's you, it's always been you." Tom hates himself because he can't put his feelings and his memories into words, but his hands secure you in your place so that you don't leave, not before he can tell you a little of what he was hiding in his mind. “Since we were children I held your hand: in kindergarten, on the way home, to the park around the corner. I don't know why it is now that I can see you, always there in every step of my life, being my best friend even when we said words to annoy each other. I don't know much about love, but I know that it should make you feel good, give you peace, and that's what I feel with you. I feel at home with you, no matter where we are. And we have been in several countries away from home, but you feel like my home. And I am in love with you, and I only ask that you give me the opportunity to love the way you deserve to be loved."

You have a world of words, sharp as a knife, that could kill his confession, but against all, and because this is the first time you feel in love, you lift your hand from his shoulder, a little shaky, to brush your thumb against his brow, soft, delicate and loving, as a lover should be when loving someone for the first time.

"I still hate you."

Tom smiles and you both share a look of hope, staying in the foreground, just to be a participant in the main scene of this beautiful love story that would only be the beginning of a long night in the bright sky of your lives, the one that is like a painting made of watercolors, colors that spill over each other just to create a perfect combination, just like you two together in the eyes of any art lover.

"Not me, no. I love you."

And after that, Tom leans down a bit, feeling the softness of your lips in a real kiss, the first of many to come.

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RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 1 "Pilot" & Ep 2 "Hell Week"(Note: Offensive content, use at own discretion)

Something really bad happened.

Did you just get your period all over yourself?

This isn't my blood.

Who told you you could have a baby here tonight?

I'm sure I can walk if I can just get some Gatorade.

I don't care if you can walk.

How are we supposed to get you to the front door without everyone seeing you all gross and postpartum?

No one wants to see that at a party.

This is super embarrassing.

I didn't even know I was pregnant.

You guys, they're playing "Waterfalls."

Is that a baby? Amazing.

I am not missing "Waterfalls" for this. "Waterfalls" is my jam.

Give the baby some mojito to quiet it down.

How do you know she's dead?

These are my minions. I don't know their names. I don't want to know their names.

I have a colonic at 10

Life is a class system.

Oh, still a lot of puke to scrub.

Yeah, you have an amazing skill at telling people what they need to hear.

I'm sorry. Did I ask you to pull down my panties and blow a compliment up my butt?

I hate sororities, and I hate you.

First of all, I'm not a lesbian.

You see, out in the real world, people just don't talk that way to other people. It's not normal.

Well, that sure sounds suspicious.

No one forced that goat to get as drunk as it got.

Historically, short people are sneaky backstabbers, like Napoleon or Paul Shaffer.

I could actually handle that you're built like a Thai ladyboy, but what I can't stand is that you think you're my heir apparent.

Don't you want me to spray-tan you?

I would honestly rather not have you around.

The police still can't figure out who filled that tank with hydrochloric acid.

It's good enough for me, and the D.A., who, last I heard, considers the case closed.

What is that skirt?

Your organization might want to find a lawyer.

I'm a pretty smart cookie.

I would not get personal with me, sweetheart.

I don't fight fair.

I am sentimental.

Look, girls are vicious, okay?

I don't have any of my own memories.

Just like we planned. Three-second silent hug, and then you leave.

Ooh, somebody call CSI, because there was a murder scene in that bathroom.

Someone puked in the sink and I'm pretty sure I saw an actual ringworm climbing up the wall. I'm not afraid of anything, but that bathroom scared the crap out of me.

This is gonna be a year of infinite possibilities.

Hold this. It's too heavy.

You didn't knock!

Look at them. They're the dregs of society.

Each one of these gashes is worse than the next.

She smells like hot dog water, and probably sprained her neck giving blumpkins down at the local bowling alley.

Look, I'm not saying that all heterosexual sex is rape. I'm saying all heterosexual sex is gross, and that deep down, every woman knows this.

All that girl's after is a whole lot of bikini burger.

Hey, girl, can I just ask you, what's up with your outfit?

God knows what they're talking about, basic bitches.

What fresh hell is this?

I need you to stay popular, 'cause if you want to stay at the top of the list of the pieces of ass I'm getting, there's criteria. And the criteria is you got to be popular.

Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there, because I'm getting really pissed off.

Stop fake crying.

Anyone you dated would be popular. I mean, they would be popular because they're dating you.

My ego, it's super strong, ok, but it's not strong enough that I can just go around dating garbage people.

Like, yes, I could find a random girl who wasn't popular, and, yes, if I started dating her she would then become popular.

But you said you loved me.

I do sort of love you.

I would love you a lot more if other people loved you, too.

Okay, I need you to leave because you're bumming me out

We're just trying to have a nice day hitting golf balls at hippies.

Pretty girls, like you and me.

That's why I'm gonna burn your face off.

Ugh! You burned the milk!

Next time, I get you fired, or worse.

Actually, I just want a regular coffee. Those white girl pumpkin spice lattes annoy me.

I like to think of myself, uh, as an investigative reporter.

I had to get a restraining order.

I tend to get a bit passionate about things.

Look, you intentionally led me on.

You kept acting like you liked me just so you could humiliate me.

Enter, ye who dare.

I love a creepy collage.

It's about kicking the living crap out of someone when they disrespect you.

I was just in your room, where I noticed you have a sizeable shrine with evil burning candles, photos of me with my face scratched out and pairs of my stolen panties.

How about I just drown you in it?

Well, of course she's dead! You just burned her face off!

You don't die from getting your face burned off.

There's a dead woman in your kitchen.

I'm going to the authorities.

That's not how I saw it. And my witnesses agree.

You're an awful person.

Who wants cocktails?

How did my life turn into this?

Have you seen the way girls dress on this campus?

I'm sitting in the same office I used to throw bricks into.

You're awful in bed. Are you aware?

I'm gonna take a pair of your panties.

I'm gonna barf on your face unless you get out of here.

Try to figure out who gave you such disgusting mommy issues.

You loaded a dead body into a freezer.

What are you proposing?

I want to help you with your exposé, secretly feed you info.

You need eyes on the inside.

I don't know what to do with the body.

Are you saying dead bodies don't turn you on?

You are so lame, you know that?

God, I love all that death stuff.

Show me the body.

Show me the dead body.

This blood oath will ensure solidarity among us. We are all related now.

I just Googled "blood oath" and this is what came up.

What does this oath even mean?

I just need you all to not say anything about what happened, and I figured a blood oath was cheaper than buying you all presents.

Wait, what about STDs?

Idiot, you don't get STDs from blood oaths.

You get STDs from dirty toilet seats and drinking the water in Mexico.

Um, "STD" stands for "sexually transmitted disease," which means that it's transmitted sexually.

When were you in Mexico?

You know what, forget the blood oath.

I can't stay silent!

I'm calling my mom, and I'm going home.

Okay, Pissy Spacek, you and I have a few differences we need to iron out.

I want you to be one of my minions.

It's the gateway to the top of the heap.

You put on a good front, but you're miserable.

Don't you think any of that has anything to do with the fact that you've created an atmosphere based solely on negativity and raw ambition?

Can we talk for real for a second, please?

I mean, you're so confident without being mean. What antidepressants are you on?

Don't you see that all that's happened isn't a crisis? It's an opportunity.

Yeah, no, I tried. See, I really tried. But all of this flowery, peace-on-Earth crap, it makes me want to puke.

You haven't even seen half of what I'm capable of!

Totally spit in your coffee, bitch.

I don't mean to be a contrarian, but I'm enjoying this.

Is that killer noises or am I hallucinating?

I'm gonna ask one more time, will you speak up?

What can you tell us about the murder?

There's an exodus right now.

The risks are real, but we need to close ranks.

I don't feel comfortable with a man protecting me. It's representative of the patriarchal, post-colonial culture that encourages violence against women.

We buy a pig and feed it the body. Pigs will eat anything.

Don't go skating on those poop lagoons, because if you fall in, you'll drown in the poop and come springtime, there'll be nothing left of your body.

Here's what you should do. Pulverize her teeth, burn off her fingerprints, and disfigure her face. Once her body is unrecognizable, we can create an incision on her inner thigh and drain out all of her bodily fluids. That'll give us more time to deconstruct the body.

Truly grinding down a body takes a lot of work. You need a really good food processor, and you run the risk of fouling the plumbing, which is why you should only do it if you know how to clear out meat and bones from a drain pipe.

I'm willing to help in any way possible.

You're obviously a psychopath and those ideas are insane!

Why are you trying to terrify us?

Can I call you Mom?

I feel so loved and protected by all of you.

Actually, it's a new pop culture trend where young women desperately in need of role models call other girls they look up to Mom.

I thought you'd be cool with it.

I mean, I did just give you several ways to dispose of a body.

Okay, fine. Just stop talking.

You are so friggin' creepy!

Someone just mowed off a deaf girl's head in our backyard.

I mean, as you can see, I'm not licensed to carry a sidearm.

Wait, so you don't have a gun?

I have pepper spray. And I have a walkie talkie that I can use to call the police, who do have guns.

What good are you?

Get the hell out of there. Run away, real fast.

Now, I would give you my number, but my cell phone is off right now.

If you want the place clean, maybe you shouldn't have burned the maid's face off.

Don't you wonder what's in there?

People have been whispering about that house for years, that it's haunted, that something really bad happened. I mean, there's no way there isn't some real-life story behind it, right?

I'm gonna have to break in.

I mean, I don't think anyone's gonna get killed in the 30 minutes we make out, right?

Can you stop talking?

You're kind of ruining whatever was good about it.

Please try to understand the situation I'm in.

I don't give a rat's ass about your job.

You know, I find good parenting incredibly attractive.

You're a snoopy little bugger.

Whose bloody clothes are those?

Supposedly, it was a super fun party.

We're all gonna pay for this.

I think it's all crap. Just a myth.

What happened to the baby?

Sometimes I picture myself like Derek Jeter, you know?

I'm gonna choke you out.

There's a serial killer on the loose.

Please don't say you want to choke me.

I'd love having sex with your corpse.

I'm sorry. This isn't working for me.

Well, I sort of am your boyfriend, and I'm protecting you by having sex with you.

No! I don't need a man to protect me.

How could I have wasted this much time?

Is my self-esteem really that low?

I'm sorry. I think we need to take a break.

I need you to leave right now!

You know, it would really help me feel better if I could just crawl into bed with you for a few minutes.

Are you gonna touch my wiener, or you gonna leave my wiener alone?

I'll leave your wiener alone.

Where are your hands?

He has a huge boner!

Why don't you go in there and ogle his big old boner?

Okay, uh, first of all, I'm not gonna go ogle his big old boner, because I'm not gay.

Look, I'm sorry everybody wants to have sex with me. Okay? I can't help that.

I'm hot. Everybody wants to get with this. Women, men, animals in the zoo, plants, probably.

You're gonna have to go right now, 'cause I am breaking up with you.

Excuse me, I broke up with you!

I regretted what I said, and I just wanted to come here and tell you that I am so sorry.

Well, I accept your apology. And now I'm breaking up with you.

Do you know why I'm breaking up with you?

You can't deal with how hot I am.

Sorry, I just broke up with you.

Can you please put some clothes on?

Um, they said, uh, I shouldn't be alone, you know, in case I fall asleep and die.

Can I just get you a robe or something though?

So you're saying I'm the killer?

Okay, this isn't about me thinking you're boyfriend material.

God, I was so gonna go to third base with you tonight, too.

What if we stapled their earlobes?

Private like the parts on a man you like putting in your mouth?

I want to publicly come out as gay on my own.

I mean, you guys have to accept everybody, right?

I actually think that's illegal.

I will come after you, do you understand that? I will destroy you.

I trust you'll consider my offer.

Name one bad thing that ever happened at a Best Buy parking lot.

You're just, like, super attractive.

Um, well, I was trying to be inconspicuous.

It's better than losing your life.

I have a thing for playlists.

Someone's got a poo belly.

Sweet Yeezus, I don't even know where to begin with you.

Bitch, I'm about to smack you so hard, your tampon's gonna pop out.

I heard screaming.

So you think the serial killer is still up there?

Upstairs to get the killer before he gets away!

You just said that you think the killer is up there, and that's where you want to go?

This is freakin' terrifying!

The killer is in the house! You hear me?

I need my damn inhaler.

What, am I supposed to be scared?

Don't even come out. We plan on getting drunk, and I don't want your bad attitude ruining it.

We're headed down to White Stallion to pick up some sluts, baby!

Yes, okay, I burned her slightly, but stop saying that I killed her.

That was a tragic accident.

I am a kind and devoted and loving friend to all.

I'm not some crazed psychopath.

Maybe you're the killer.

I will not be put on trial.

The truth is we don't know who the killer is, and, yes, I suppose it could be someone in this room.

You want to go first?

I banged, like, 50 chicks.

What took you so long?

[80s-roger]

Not On My Watch (pt 6)

Pairing: Dad!Roger x Mum!Reader (mid 80s)

summary: you’re divorced with queen’s roger taylor due to constant cheating and irrational behaviour towards you. but u have one person in common: your daughter, Laura aka your favourite human on earth. Your marriage with roger had its ups and downs but laura was the happiness in it. Now that she’s 8 and starts to realise how your terms with roger are, you finally tell her that you’re seeing another man except her father and she took it really warmly. She seemed excited to meet the new man unlikely your ex husband who accidentally learns about it by Laura, the weekend you would leave her at his place: on weekends you had some cute getaways with R/N because the court decided that Laura could stay or visit her dad on weekends and stay with him for five days each Christmas and easter vacations. On summers he has the right to be with her for two weeks.

taglist: @madeinheavxn @namelesslosers @stacymaytaylor @adqreu @cherries-n-rocknroll

catch up: part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

masterlist // dialogue prompts

note: this is the filthiest part of the entire series. also, sorry for waiting so long: I tried to think of a good smut scene, i feel like i ran out of ideas but thank you for your feedback!

words: 2,835

warnings: (18+!!!) surface smut, hardcore, penetrating, protected sex, oral, doggy (not anal), squirting, dom!rog - sub!reader, fluff

"Cheers to that." he laughed and took a sip of his red wine.

"Roger, we drank an entire bottle." You laughed back and placed your glass at the coffee table.

"We used to drink more. This is nothing compared to the old times." You were living the seventies the last past hour while being accompanied by a French red rose he recently bought during his most recent tour. You can tell you were both drunk. The dialogue was getting more and more personal.

"Yes, I remember that." You giggled, trying to recall all these times you couldn't stand up due to too much alcohol. "Most of these occurred at Freddie's parties."

"Remember when we went upstairs for a quick shag and we got caught by Freddie?" He hooted and blushed thinking of it but you gotta admit it was the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you both.

"Ah don't remind me!" You laughed. "He was like mind joining you? " you mimicked Freddie's voice and Roger extolled at your impression.

"Ah, I have to admit that shit got me jealous, I wouldn't share you with nobody." He admitted, setting free his dominant character. His glass was now placed at the table and his body placed closer to yours. "Neither at the same time nor when we are apart." His hand was placed at your knee, gently rubbing it and slightly going a little closer to your core. "By the way," he started. You were taken aback at the moment, feeling him take control was all you wanted by him. You liked feeling horny in front of him. He didn't have to try hard. "How was sex without me?" He whispered seductively at your ear.

At his words, you bit your lip. Butterflies were flying like crazy in your stomach. You wanted to be so honest at the moment. You turned your gaze at his baby blues, while his hands softly rubbed your thong trying to reach your area, "Boring." You sighed. You had to admit, Roger was indeed a good lay, there wouldn't be a time where you wouldn't come before him or generally come.

"Boring?" He asked amused and you nodded. "Well, you have to remember some things." He winked. "Follow me." He stood up, took your hand and lead you upstairs.

"Um, Rog-" you kinda stopped walking the stairs.

"Yeah?" He asked confused.

"I know we're shitfaced but don't forget precautions." You reminded him because most of the times, he would find excuses to avoid using condoms, which you never agreed with. That's why you always carried them when you were together.

"Oh- sure." He seemed kinda defeated. Maybe he tried to not use again.

You walked to the bedroom, there was barely any lighting to the room, but the slightly opened curtains let the moon, shine your faces.

"Did I have to be this drunk to tell you that I want to fuck you like a sex-deprived man right now?" He rhetorically asked and you couldn't admit the fact you felt the same way.

"Fuck me then." You admitted and bit your lip, driving him crazy.

"Oh no, you didn't have to do that, did you?" He provoked you to wrap your legs around his waist when he pressed you against his cabinet which was right in front of his window. This night was promising. "You missed me being dominant? Hm?" He asked again and pressed his lips on yours with no warning. He was so passionate and thirsty about it. You let out a moan, trying to push him away to breath.

"Oh dear God." You exhaled.

"That's it, my love, he's going to hear you calling him many times tonight." He aggressively turned you around, to face the window while your body was standing at the cabinet. Your butt wouldn't stop pressing against his bulge. Roger felt the tension in that area and grabbed your jaw with his palm to bring his mouth closer to your ear. "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so anyone can see how good you take it." He stated.

"Yeah, I better give them some taste of how good I take your cock." You fought back, provoking him for more intensity.

"I'm gonna take this shirt off you, I want to see your tits bouncing, I don't fucking care." He turned you around and ripped that shirt off you. He made you sit at the cabinet, with your naked back against the window. Alcohol was acting way upon your sober selves. Sex was about to be passionate and intimidating.

Meanwhile, you took off his shirt and unzipped his jeans, leaving him to do the rest. He took off his underwear, revealing his hard cock, ready to fill you up entirely. You tried to take your thong off, but he stopped you, "No, on this round, I want to fuck you while wearing that." His hands placed your thighs and his face came closer to your wet area, giving it a fast lick. "Fuck, you're soaking wet." He looked at you surprised.

"Do what you have to do Roger, please stop playing around." You begged. You needed his cock.

"So needy for me? I like it." He smirked and came to your face for a kiss.

His face returned to your pussy, licking it and fucking it with two of his fingers. Your backside was already getting the freeze from outside but Roger tried to warm you up entirely. "God-" you moaned.

"That's it baby, you taste so nice." He moaned between his actions.

"Roger, I don't want to cum yet!" You closed your eyes and twirled your toes, denying your climax.

"You can have another orgasm again, I know you can do it." His mouth was sucking your area like he was starving, he wouldn't leave that area unbothered, that's for sure. Your hand was pressing his head closer to your clit, practically begging for more sucking. "That's enough for now." he came at your face again, kissing you passionately and then, his tongue entered your mouth giving you a taste of what was like down there. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you forget that guy's name." he obviously mentioned the guy you were seeing and at the end didn't act like a man.

"Don't be gentle." You vouched between your heavy breathings and Roger helped you spread your one leg a little wider. His hand grabbed the thong's string and pulled it at your inner thigh to get inside you. And now his hard cock was in you, feeling you up entirely. "Ah- God!" You loudly moaned at his fast and hard thrusts that made you lose balance.

"I'd hold onto something, If I were you." He stated with a crooked smile on his face and his one hand grabbed your thigh, squeezing it while the other held your thong. At his statement, you hold the cabinet's edges and it seemed helpful. You were intensely looking whether his cock thrusting inside you or his eyes which looked at the same directions as you. "Fucking hell, you're so hot." He moaned behind his teeth. "So tight for me." he closed his eyes and his head tilted back. "You like being fucked against the window, don't you?" He asked and kissed you.

"Yeah-" you shouted because of his thrusts and the cold you felt at your back. You weren't thinking about the neighbours' seeing you getting fucked; instead, you were focused on Roger's dick. You enjoyed every second of it.

"But you won't cum yet, right?" He wasn't inside you anymore and that void between your thighs now made you whimper. "What? I'll fuck you on the bed too, what did you think?" He playfully asked and pulled you up in his lap, trying to lay you on bed.

"Oh God, Roger, you're gonna do what you had said earlier?" You rolled your eyes because you remember him saying that he owes you an orgasm delay, a wall fucking- which took place at his cabinet, against the window and a good fuck; on four.

"Of course love, I keep my words." He bit his lip and grabbed a condom from his nightstand, preparing himself for the second round. He was standing next to the bed and his hard cock was coming closer to you. "Help me put on the condom. I want to feel your hands over me." He seductively whispered and helped him do what he said. Touching his dick was something he loved about you. You were teasing him and did so many things with it.

"Now what?" You bit your lip and smiled at him.

"This cock isn't gonna suck itself so you better start." He demanded and let you do what it pleases him the most. You laid on his bed, with your head at the place he was standing.

Your hand grabbed his dick, jerking him off, up and down until your tongue sucked his balls, "Christ, fuck!" He moaned at your move and kept doing it until you wanted to actually suck his penis. Your mouth could take him all and you couldn't get enough of it. His hands pressed your face against his cock, at the terms of choking you. You gagged at the lack of oxygen and stopped for a second to smile at him. "You take it so well baby." He encouraged you to keep doing it, with fast moves, until you could feed his thighs trembling. "Yeah, that's enough... I don't wanna cum yet. Not until you're on four." He placed his knees on bed and leaned down to kiss you deeply.

"You're so impatient for it, your mistresses never satisfied you on that?" You laughed and took off your thong staying finally naked.

"They're not you. Now turn over and get on all fours." He started. "Remember, be loud. Give me those moanings I love to hear." He kissed your back before assuming his position.

You stabilized yourself at bed's top, where he used to tie you from time to time. His dick was slowly getting inside your vagina again, trying to make it less painful because that position was always hard for you. You had to take his entire size inside you so you need more time to settle. "Ah, fuck, Roger!" You shouted over the pillows after feeling his dick moving in and out you.

"You're taking it so good babe..." he moaned as his hands grabbed your thighs and pulled them closer to him, trying to lock any distance between your bodies.

Roger having the entire control behind you, made you feel protected; he liked being dominant in bed, liked being the one in control but that never meant he wouldn't listen to your needs or take care of you after sex. You trusted him on that and you definitely liked being sub.

"Moan my name loudly, I want the neighbours to know it was me." He moaned within his thrusts that wouldn't let you breathe normally.

"Fuck, Roger!" You shouted at the slap he gave you combined with your hand that travelled down there to rub your clit.

"You like getting spanked, hm?" He nervously asked, waiting for your loud answer. He knew it was one of your kinks, he would definitely get advantage of that.

"Christ, Roger, yes I do!" You chanted, with your voice cracking in the middle of the sentence.

His hand took yours off your clit, doing the work for you. He wouldn't stop thrusting inside you until he came. He wanted it to be intense and sweaty and he succeeded, for both of you.

"My name sounds so good when you moan it." He said between his heavy breathes and laid on top of you with his dick still inside you. "But I can't see that pretty mouth of yours doing it, so I'll stick with your ass. I like the view." He implied.

"You have to go a little harder if you want your neighbours to hear me." You provoked him to go faster than earlier. You wanted to feel your walls tighten. You didn't have to lie about him but giving you enough pleasure. It was part of the game.

"Oh, you shouldn't have said that." His dick was taken out of you and aggressively turned you around. Now your front side was his view and he looked excited about it.

"Haven't cummed yet right?" He asked and placed his lips on yours. You nodded when his hand grabbed yours on top of bed. "Well, as good as it feels, you will have to try to keep yourself together for my final thrusts. Deal?" He asked and wanked his dick for a few seconds before thrusting inside you again.

"Deal." You answered and prepared yourself for the hard part. Have his entire length inside you. It was a hard task for you, uneasy to hold yourself together.

"Oh, and say the safe word if it gets too far." He added, reminding both of you that you have limits. "Red, isn't it?" He asked.

"Yes." You smiled and arched your back to kiss him.

His pelvis was moving like it had no bones, his thrusts would end you soon enough and you didn't want that. You didn't want any leg paralysis or Roger wouldn't give you his aftercare nor his own climax.

"Remember to be loud." He reminded but how could you forget? You weren't loud at your sober moments. But when you were drunk, it was out of control.

"Rog- Oh God!" Your moan was loud this time, at his attempt to thrust his entire size inside you. That was definitely easy-to-hear.

"That's my girl, you take my cock so nice." He encouraged you and couldn't stop staring at your tits, bouncing up and down. "Who's in charge?" He asked trying to feel assured that he is dominant.

"You are." You said and his hands, led you behind his back, setting you free from his restriction of not letting you touch your clit.

"And who's in charge?" he asked again with his legs almost trembling, making it visible now that he's almost ready to come.

"You are- fuck!" You, being so loud gave him pure satisfaction. He liked feeling dominant, being your orgasm provider. "God, Roger, I'm coming."

"That's it baby, cum for me, moan my name as you tighten around me." He moaned back and locked your legs around his waist, with no void between you. You felt your legs shaking when your climax approached and that energy passed through Roger's body. He was too close on coming with you.

"Ah fuck Roger!" you arched your back while Roger was rubbing your clit, to let you cum. He was so focused on that, his eyes wouldn't stop looking at you becoming a mess beneath him.

"Come on, love, do it. For me." He teased your pussy to finally let you squirt. At that second he took his dick out of your area until you squirted, with the liquids landing at the sheets, on his lower stomach and his penis. "That's my girl." He rewarded you with a kiss and let your hands give him a handjob.

"Roger, that was amazing." You said between your breaths and he finally laid next to you.

"God, agree... It's been ages since I felt so ecstatic." he looked at you and there was silence. You waited for each other to gain some stamina. It was only ten minutes after that and he went to the bathroom to clean himself. "How are you feeling?" He asked when he entered the bedroom again.

"Maybe tired... I don't know how productive will I be at work tomorrow." You laughed.

"At least you're gonna be hella hot, have you seen yourself on sex?" He boosted your confidence.

"Ah stop it." You joked. "I'll go clean myself." You stood up from his bed and walked past him. You gained a gentle slap on your butt and...

"I prepared you a babble bath, I think you need it. I'll change the sheets as long as you're bathing," he told and you nodded fully excited about your after-care routine. He always liked to be the guy who's in charge when it comes to after-care. He liked making you feel you're under his wing.

At your bath time, it was all so calm and satisfying. Nothing could ruin your moment. You were at Roger's home, at his bath. He had probably laid on the bed waiting for you, so you didn't lose any more time. You just grabbed the towel he left for you and walked through his bedroom.

"Rog have you seen the-" You stopped after seeing him snoring at his bedside. "Ah.." you awed.

You got dressed again, wearing his shirt and clean underwear and finally laying for a nice and comfy sleep. You heard exhaling when you found your comfortable side and by then, his hands wrapped your waist, not letting you go.

The next day would be hard for both of you. You didn't know what was coming.

[shnuggletea]

InuKagWeek 2020

Alright, to those of you still here, thank you! To those of you who left... eh, it's your choice. Anyway, here is chapter two day two of InuKagweek 2020! Loyalty. @inukag-week thanks for the poster art and here’s my day two! Still working on my own art for this piece. Something I was working on a while ago and quit. Hence why Kagome looks way better if you ask me. Thank you @petri808​ for showing me a few tricks for my posts on tumblr!

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If I'm being honest, I never had a job in food service. But I had to assume they were all the same mostly. Things like learning the names of the drinks and the regular customers as well as how to handle a tray filled with heavy things were to be expected. However, given my place of 'work', getting grabbed, touched, and pinched wasn't. Two weeks later and I was as used to it as you could be. When you go from living in a girls home, sharing a room, and counseling sweet innocent children to your own space in a mansion and bringing drinks backstage to the dancers, it would never feel normal.

The girls were nice enough though and I never saw Inuyasha which I was fine with. Mostly.

I'd even made friends with most of those that worked there. Some were just there to strip and make money so a little inexperienced waitress wasn't worth their time. Which was fine. But my favorite was a girl named Sango.

Her eyes brightened at the sight of me, a smile on her pretty face as she paused in putting on her fake lashes. I handed off the other drinks, giving Sango her whiskey sour last. "Oh, I do love the nights you're working Kagome."

"Which is every night?"

Sango giggled, taking a sip and moaning her appreciation of the flavor. "Yes. But you are so quick with our orders. The others take forever."

"I just don't want you guys going without some liquid courage. I couldn't do what you guys do."

Sango tisked her tongue at me as I leaned against her vanity table. "It's not that bad. I mean, the audition was a little awkward."

"Audition?"

Sango went back to her makeup, lining her lips with a dark red lipstick. "Yeah. Having to get naked in from of the boss? That was nerve-wracking, wasn't it? Naomi told me she had to do the same thing even as a server. You had to too right?"

I shuttered. So everyone had to do that? Inuyasha had slept with every single girl in this place as an audition? Was that what that was? I lost my virginity to a man like that?

I swallowed my disgust and the rising vomit in my throat, suddenly feeling a desperate need to get checked for STDs because he definitely didn't wear a condom with me, and pushed off the table. "I should get back to it."

"Yep yep. Don't want the boss to catch you slacking!"

As if he could, he was never here. Too busy 'auditioning' more girls. The only one here every day, giving me a hard time, was Koga. He was always somewhere around the club, waiting to bark at me for doing something wrong or touch me. It was never in an inappropriate place but it was still unwanted. A hand on my shoulder or a push to my back. Once, he patted my butt and I nearly tore his arm off. He hasn't done it since but I see him do it to the others all the time.

Returning to one of my tables, I leaned in to be heard over the loud music. The girl on stage now was talented for sure so I was always surprised when anyone gave me their attention over those on stage. Probably thanks to the required low cut top I had to wear. It wasn't even a top really, it was a vest and I barely fit in it. There definitely wasn't room for a bra. And the pants sat low on my hips so my skin showed all the time. Every time I leaned over, I waited for a breast to fall out. Not that anyone would mind, save for me.

Plastering a smile on my face, I listened as the guy I was attending rattled off a drink order as slowly as he could to keep me there longer. It was a struggle to keep my fake smile up. He finally finished, certain he was touching himself under the table the whole time, I fled to the bar. Far from safe, it still had fewer men ogling me at it.

I rested, waiting for my order and Naomi stood next to me. "Hey, Kagome? I'm not really sure I should say something but...there's a guy here who keeps sitting in my section and watching you."

I suppose stalkers were a normal thing here. It didn't mean I was okay with it. "He's watching me? With that going on?"

I thumbed towards the stage as Sango did a super sexy split on the pole. Not sure what I'd do with myself if I was ever that sexy but it was nice to dream. "Well...I've only been here a few days but yeah. I wasn't going to tell you until I was sure. I mean he's far less creepy than the other guy that watches you…"

"There are two guys watching me?!"

She grabbed my shoulders to reassure me. "I'm not really sure! I haven't even been here a week yet. But it seems like this guy is definitely here to watch you. He sits in the corner booth in the back so he can see you but you never seem to see him…" I gently pulled from her hold and made the quick decision to face the creep. "Wait, Kagome!"

I waved back to her, heading off towards the mentioned table. "Don't worry, I won't get you in trouble."

I didn't have to go all the way to the table, figuring out pretty quickly who it was. Shaking my head and growling a laugh in irritation, I walked right up to Inuyasha who looked a little taken aback that I seemed to notice him. Crossing my arms over my chest served two purposes; hiding my overexposed breasts and showing him how pissed I was at him in general. How the hell did Naomi not know who this was? She auditioned for him last week!

Setting his drink down carefully, he cleared his throat over the loud music and adjusted his seat. "I just wanted to check on you, that's all. See how my investment was holding up."

That wasn't good enough for me and I told him as much by not changing or saying a thing.

"This is my club, damnit, I can come in and do whatever the fuck I want."

"Yes you can, Boss," Koga said, coming up from behind out of nowhere. "Everything up to your standards?"

There was something about Koga. He said one thing but clearly felt another. Inuyasha had to be ignoring it, no way he missed the indignation in Koga's demeanor. "Everything is fine, Koga. Except for your customers getting too handsy with the wait staff!"

To my added irrigation, Koga put his hands on my shoulders as if to hold me steady. Never did I ever need another to keep me steady or still and now wasn't the exception. I glared over my shoulder at him but he ignored me. But then his hands popped off me as if burned and I turned back to Inuyasha who looked ready to kill someone. And that someone was Koga so he stepped further away from me.

"I'll..uh...I'll see what I can do about that, Sir."

Just the two of us again, I turned to leave but Inuyasha called out to me again. "Looks like you're blending in here. A real chameleon or just within your element here?"

Turning on my heel, I stormed back up to his table. Leaning over I put my finger as close to his face as I could. "I survive. It's what I've always done and those girls back at the home wouldn't if they were tossed out on the street. So remember that when you think I'm okay with any of this. With you, this place, getting my ass grabbed daily, or even going through your audition. I'm a survivor and I will survive this."

He had backed up a little in his seat but I'd rid the distance in an instant. Big golden eyes danced between my finger, eyes, and lips. "I can see that." I slowly removed myself from his bubble and he crossed his arms over his chest like he was the one wronged. "I said I was sorry the other night. I lost control and took things too far…"

"Do you say that to all the others too? Is this your blanket apology for using women the way that you do?"

He had been looking toward the exit but snapped back to me with my words. "What are you talking about?"

I huffed, pissed to the point of tears. "Fine. Play dumb. Stop coming here and watching me. I'm not going to screw up your stupid club."

He tried to say something but I really wasn't interested. It wasn't like we didn't live together, not that I ever saw him at home either. If he really wanted to talk to me, he could do it there.

I caught Koga grinning at me as I stormed away, feeling Inuyasha's glare on my back. All I could think was that I really had fallen into a den of demons somehow.

oOo

Checking every day, every hour, I didn't see Inuyasha return. A week had passed and he hadn't come back to the club. Meaning things went back to the way they were, not seeing or hearing from him at all. This time I was glad.

That is until I got to work on another Friday night.

The place was packed and Koga was far too pleased about it. "Kagome you're going on stage tonight."

"Wait, what?!"

"We're short-staffed and I've gotten requests. So you're dancing tonight. Be ready to go on after Kiki."

I was numb, staring at my reflection at the vanity that Sango let me use. She was doing something with my hair but I felt none of it. The only man I'd ever been naked in front of was Inuyasha and I was fine with that. It was a livable condition to my servitude. But now I was going to be naked in front of a ton more. As I said, the place was packed tonight so easily 50-60 people were going to see my bush.

"It's not that big a deal, Kagome, I promise."

"That's easy for you to say! You can dance! And you're super sexy."

Sango sat down beside her and frowned. "You're sexy!" When I frowned in return, she kept on. "You are! Plus, dancing isn't so bad. You're alone and no one is touching you. It's easy to pretend you're just dancing in front of your mirror. Stay out of the champagne rooms though. They touch a lot in there."

I'd heard about those rooms and had stayed clear the entire time I'd worked here. But I was a server. As a dancer, if someone paid to take me in there, didn't I have to go?

The question was bouncing around in my brain when the door to the dressing room slammed open. Inuyasha took a quick look around and when his eyes landed on me, they went from bronze to molten metal. The others squealed and ran while I was frozen in my seat, Sango stuck by me even as he stormed up and ripped me up from my seat. The only thing he said or did before dragging me out was grab a robe and throw it at me.

"Cover yourself."

In the bra and panty set I had worn there that night, cause no way in hell was I borrowing from anyone else, it was nearly my turn to go on but Inuyasha was taking us towards the exit. Koga stood near it, shaking with anger and...fear?

"I told you. I fucking warned you. She's not to go on the fucking stage. Ever. She can't even dance!"

"Look, I got requests, what was I supposed to do…"

"Tell them to fuck off, that's what! Jesus, what the hell do I pay you for?! When some asshole with a few bucks tells you what to do and you listen to them instead of me?"

Koga's head hung low but I didn't feel any pity in the slightest. "Sorry, Boss."

Inuyasha still had my hand in a death grip but he put his free one on Koga's shoulder. It was the kindest act I'd ever seen him do. "If anyone bothers you, you call me. Got it?"

I didn't get to see how Koga reacted, Inuyasha pulling us out into the night. He stopped, only to wrap his coat around me before shoving me into his car. The ride was silent until I could take it no longer. Anger was surging in me. Sure, he saved me but who asked him anyway?!

"I don't get you at all. You put me in a strip club to work but then get pissed because people want me to take off my clothes?"

"You're a server."

"IN A STRIP CLUB! What did you think was going to happen?!"

"I thought you'd do your fucking job!"

A dark laugh escaped my lips and Inuyasha turned to glare at me. "My fucking job? Interesting words coming from you. Considering you bought me to fuck you."

"I told you, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to …"

I wanted him to stop apologizing because it made the loss of my virginity a regret to him. I didn't regret it, I had enjoyed it until he opened his fat mouth! "It doesn't change a thing! Your apology doesn't change that night and it doesn't make my hymen magically grow back! And it doesn't change your complete lack of care for my feelings on the subject either!"

"Lack of care?!"

"I know I should be thankful...that things could be a lot worse…" I really tried not to, because I didn't want to give him my tears, but I couldn't stop them either. "But it's hard to feel anything but resentment when I went from being surrounded by angels all day to working for the devil."

I cut my sobs off after five escaped and Inuyasha listened to each one. It made me wonder if he got off on them until he spoke again. "The devil huh? That's how you see me?"

Nothing more was said even as we split off to our rooms. The devil going silently into his and I could honestly say for the first time that I hated someone. Cause I hated Inuyasha.

oOo

I half expected Inuyasha to show up at the club again the next day. But with him nowhere in sight two hours in, I considered him a no show and went about business as usual.

Sango was happy to see me, jumping up as soon as I entered the dressing room while everyone else seemed surprised to see me as well. "Oh man, last night was intense. You're okay, right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Inuyasha is just...weird…"

"Weird? I thought it was hot as hell. I wish I had a boyfriend that protective. I was wondering why you were just a server all this time but now I get it…"

"Wait," I stopped her ramble with a gentle hand in her face, "that guy is not my boyfriend."

"Huh? Then who the hell is he? The way he dragged you out of here I thought for sure he made you quit…."

"What the hell do you mean, who is he? He's the boss!"

Sango's face and those eavesdropping around us twisted in confusion. "No, Koga's the boss."

I looked around, finding faces that agreed. "Wait...so when you said you auditioned for the boss…"

"Yeah, Koga. He made us all strip for him in his tiny little office. I was scared he'd do more but that was it."

I felt faint, my head getting light and my breaths feeling shallow. "But I thought… Inuyasha…."

"Kagome? Are you alright?"

Sango was holding me up off the floor and I gripped her shoulders tight. "Yeah, I just… need some air…"

If she didn't have her first set in five minutes, I was sure Sango would have gone with me. As it was, I wasn't sure I wanted the company anyway, following her finger to the back door of the dressing room.

It was freezing out, middle of January, and snow falling lightly from the black sky above. The cold helped my brain though, forcing the sticky feeling inside it to freeze so it would function.

So when Inuyasha said he was sorry...what had he said? He didn't mean to, that he lost control. Did he never intend to sleep with me? He was Koga's boss but not the boss of the other women? How did that make sense? It was if he had some kind of loyalty and he was actually showing it to me but I didn't understand or know how to take it.

Damn, now I hated him a little less.

"Hey."

So lost in thought, I missed the guy standing nearby, smoking. He took a step closer and I took a step back. It pushed me into the dark and him into the light. The bright red bulb at the end of his cigarette as he took a long drag and then tossed it. His features were sharp and dangerous looking, even with his long, wavy locks that softened his appearance. It was his eyes really, they were dull and lifeless and set on her.

"You're...Kagome right?" I really didn't like that he knew my name. "I'm a bit of a fan of yours. I'm Naraku."

He stuck out a hand but I refused to remove mine from their wrapped position around my chest. Naraku chuckled as he dropped the offer, digging in his pocket for something so I took another step back. A new cigarette and lighter in his hands, I still didn't relax, trying to slide towards the door. If he noticed, he said and did nothing as I grabbed a hold of the handle and pulled with all my might. But the door didn't budge.

"It's locked from the outside. Usually, the girls leave something to block the door but I guess they didn't tell you about that, did they?" he was grinning while my skin was trying to find a new home far from him. "Why don't you dance? You have a killer body and are so damn sexy. Does Inuyasha have a reason for not letting you? I must admit, it has me curious about your relationship to him."

"We don't have a relationship past employee and employer."

He shook his head, clucking his tongue at me. "Koga is your boss. Or...isn't he?" I fidgeted, looking for a way out. "Oh...I see… you belong to Inuyasha, don't you? Just what is your title then?"

My only choice was to walk around the building to the front, which I was about to do when the door popped open and Sango's head appeared. "Kagome? There you are! Sorry, I forgot to warn you about the lock…"

I was breezing past her, not worrying about the slip-up and Sango was glaring at Naraku. "If you ever want a change of pace, Kagome, let me know."

The door slammed heavily behind us and I couldn't be happier. Sango was still looking behind us as if Naraku had a key he forgot to mention. "You should stay away from that guy, Kagome. I'm not sure why he's even allowed near the building."

"Why do you say that?"

She looked back at me, her face pale. "Well...he snaked away a few of the girls that worked here a few years ago to work at his house or something. He promised them more pay and no stripping. But the last I heard he was sleeping with all of them and only some of them were willing."

I didn't bother hiding my disgust, nearly vomiting on the dark tile below us. Sango looked sick too. We were making our way back towards the front, Sango required to 'meet and greet' after her show and get tips. I was supposed to get tips too but I think they all went to Inuyasha or something. They could all go to the home for all I cared, I was loyal to the cause.

Naomi ran up to us as soon as we made it out of the hall and into the main floor. "Kagome, someone is here for you."

If it was Naraku again, I was just going to slug him and call over Koga. But it wasn't him. It was Mother Kaede.

And Naraku shows up, so you know there's going to be issues. Drama. Angsty drama. Weeeeeee...

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Buster & Rio

Buster: How soon can we get out of here? Rio: You even thinking about leaving 'fore midnight, you gotta factor in the at least half an hour to an hour of arguing you're gonna have to do with everyone 😏 Buster: Fine. I'll kiss you in front of them when the clock strikes Buster: You better hope they're too busy with her their own to notice, like Rio: Yeah, we both wish, babe Rio: Even if there are some sickening displays of affection out here tonight Buster: 😂 Buster: We ain't the ones who are committing sins if you believe in that shit Rio: If it was an us V them situation with Drew and Ro, we'd probably get more support, that's saying something 😬🙄 Buster: We better Buster: I'd rather witness Indie all over her boyfriend and that's saying something 😒 Rio: Least she's a kid, like, what's your excuse lads Buster: Hormones raging for them too, obviously Rio: Ro's got an excuse anyway Rio: Whatever, gross Rio: Get me a drink? Buster: Drew's is you looking like that Buster: He's gonna get bottled if he keeps up Buster: But yeah, 'course Buster: What do you want? Rio: Nah, only got eyes for his missus, don't you know Rio: Anything Buster: They both wish, babe Buster: Alright, my signature drink it is Rio: My poor Ma Rio: all the bad memories surfacing tonight, like Buster: At least your dad's still not enough dance floor moves to keep her somewhat distracted Buster: Can't say the same for my parents, not with those looks on both their faces Rio: It is lowkey their anniversary Rio: NYE always goes this way Rio: too much pressure Buster: Yeah, I can't remember when I last had a really decent one Rio: Least you'd have had good champagne in the SW, yeah? Buster: True Buster: Good coke too Buster: No chance of Drew putting up or shutting up though Rio: Not when he's playing family man Rio: Sure he would if I asked Buster: Fuck that Buster: I'm not desperate enough to line his pockets, cheers Buster: It's not like he knows what decent gear is anyway Rio: I'm not feeling it either, don't worry Buster: He wouldn't be able to take it with you this time, small mercy there Buster: but yeah Rio: When are we going then? Buster: Finish your drink and we'll leave Rio: Make sure you say bye to everyone Buster: Where's the fun in that? Gotta leave them wondering, babe Rio: 😑 Rio: You have to wish 'em a happy new year don't be rude Buster: Calm down Buster: Their year's happiness don't rest on whether I say it or not Rio: It might Rio: Can't be risking these things Buster: I don't wanna get drawn into convos with everyone Rio: Well, I've gotta so you'll have to entertain yourself whilst you wait for me Buster: The sooner I can tell everyone you're my girlfriend and you can say goodbye for both of us the better, like Rio: 😏 Rio: Not the perks I'm feeling but okay baby Buster: Well, that all goes without saying Buster: Same as how beautiful you look tonight Rio: Shh Rio: 🤓 Buster: No need to result to insults 'cause you're scared you're gonna start blushing Rio: Well, why you tryna make me clash with my dress? Buster: You're just so irresistible, I'm doing what I can Rio: Don't look bad yourself, McKenna Buster: I saw your insta and knew I had to turn out Buster: Can't let you be the best dressed that easy Rio: When the competition stalks your socials Buster: Just like old times, yeah? Rio: 'Course Rio: meant to be looking to the future tho Buster: I am but if I keep looking at you someone's gonna say something Rio: You better stop talking like that when you know I can't react how I wanna 😳 Buster: 🤐 Buster: I won't tell you about how much I miss you or how long it took me to get ready earlier 'cause I couldn't stop thinking about you 😇 Buster: And I definitely won't say that every time I think about you I end up having to touch myself to you Rio: 😩 Buster Rio: I'm going to need you to repeat that when we're alone Buster: Sure, I'd rather you touched me but I can do that Buster: New Year's entertainment sorted Rio: It is my Birthday month Rio: just 😋 Buster: Don't worry I won't stop if the clock strikes before I'm done Rio: So generous babe Rio: I'll get you there before though Rio: ain't no stranger to private shows Buster: Just not yet Buster: This outfit make look good but it ain't keeping my secrets as well as you do, babe Rio: 😖 Fine Buster: I mean, if you wanna explain to the fam why I'm turned on, go ahead Buster: Keep the goodbye interesting Rio: 😂 Think me stepping in on your behalf would say it all but go off Buster: Exactly Rio: S'alright no one will notice Rio: youngins showing us up Buster: I'm surprised you haven't dragged Indie off that lad Buster: You being a cool mum tonight Rio: She's in love it's cute Rio: let her have her fun, allowing he keeps his at a vaguely family friendly level, like Buster: 😂 Rio: What a year Buster: No need to tell me Buster: You're really onto something with the looking forward bullshit Rio: Not an original concept of mine but I'll take it Buster: You can Buster: I ain't about to listen to it from anyone else, am I Rio: Appreciate that you're 👂 as well as 👀 Buster: You know I love hearing you, babe Rio: It's mutual Rio: You'll be pleased to know Buster: I am Buster: Less so that Ro's decided to talk to me about uni. Cheers Auntie but I know everything I need about Cambs Rio: Fun! 😜 Rio: Won't be coming at me with that shit, thank God7 Buster: I'm too sober for this Buster: Save me. I don't care how Rio: Yeah, you gonna owe me big Buster: I don't care Buster: Do it Rio: 🙄 Run and call us a cab Rio: by the time it gets here, I should be done Buster: Like she's gonna just let me stride off Rio: Well give me chance to butt in Rio: What did you expect me to do, come for her man? Buster: Don't Buster: Not funny Rio: Easy though Buster: I'll remind you that you said that when he comes to join in the convo as soon as he sees you, yeah? Rio: He's not that thick Rio: some credit, due or not, like Buster: You reckon? Rio: Next round's on winner Buster: Alright Rio: [After] Rio: 😒 Buster: Poor baby Rio: Fuck off Buster: We both know that ain't what you really want Rio: You're so smug sometimes Buster: You too Rio: We talking 'bout you rn Buster: Go on then Rio: Idiot Rio: You don't wanna know what I'm thinking Buster: Tell me Rio: Let's just go Rio: I'm bored Buster: Don't be a pussy Rio: Don't be rude Buster: Politeness is your thing Buster: Come on Rio: I'm just over it Buster: All the more reason to tell me and let it go Rio: It's stupid Rio: but alright Rio: You're so different when everyone else is around Rio: that just reminded me, that's all Buster: And? Buster: You don't like it Rio: I don't know Rio: I didn't say bad, just different Buster: Yeah you do Buster: Like I know what different really means in this context Rio: No, I don't Rio: It's just like Rio: a different person Buster: And you wouldn't have felt the need to point that out if it was a different side that you liked Rio: Whatever Rio: forget it Buster: Obviously not Buster: 'Cause you haven't Rio: I'm going to get another drink Buster: Get me one Buster: I need it Rio: I do owe you, I hadn't forgot Buster: Good Buster: Cheers then Rio: Sláinte Buster: sláinte agad-sa Buster: That's all the Irish I've got so Rio: 👏 Rio: Well done Buster: Behave Buster: Just 'cause you're native, like Rio: You really got nothing else in all this time? Buster: I can talk dirty if you want Buster: But you're not feeling my vibe right now so Rio: 🙄 'course you can Buster: Yeah Buster: When in Dublin, like Rio: Cringe Buster: You're the first girl to think so Buster: But to be fair, it is all in the delivery Rio: Mm I'm sure Buster: When you've lost the attitude I'll show you Rio: You're alright Buster: Whatever you say, babe Rio: I'm gonna stay here Rio: be rude not to Buster: Do what you want Rio: You too Buster: Catch you later then Rio: This is ridiculous Rio: Let's just go and it will be good again Buster: It's ridiculous that you only like me when we're alone, yeah Rio: Come on, it's the same for you Buster: No it ain't Rio: Yes it is, that's why we like being alone Buster: It's that don't know how to be around you not that I don't want to Buster: That's the difference Rio: You're taking it too seriously Buster: Fuck off Rio: Stop putting words in my mouth and ideas in your head Rio: I didn't say you were unbearable Buster: Say what you fucking mean and I wouldn't have to Rio: Oh for God sake Buster: Don't Buster: How do you upset me and I'm still the prick? Rio: I'm sorry Buster: Alright Rio: Do you believe me or not? Buster: 'Course Buster: I'm not that dramatic Rio: Good Buster: I'm going. Come if you want Rio: Buster Buster: What? Rio: I do like you, you know that Buster: You like who I am with you, not who I am with everyone else Rio: Not when I can tell you're not being you, no Buster: You're calling me fake now? Cheers Rio: Yeah sure I'd risk being called out for being a hypocrite just to get that dig in Rio: we all do it sometimes Rio: but you can let your guard down sometimes Buster: When you've got two houses and two sets of friends then you can tell me what to do Rio: Alright but this is family Buster: And what? They get to know me like that just 'cause? Rio: Yeah Rio: Who else? Buster: Forget it Rio: No Rio: Who else Rio: When do you ever get to be you? Buster: When its safe Rio: When is that? Buster: You can't just let your guard down whenever you want Rio: Why not here, with them Rio: Who's going to hurt you Buster: How are they different? They can all hurt me just the same as anyone else Buster: Some of them have, some of them could Rio: And it was that bad that you'd rather live like this? Buster: Like what? Buster: I'm fine Rio: Fine Buster: You don't get to decide how I am or how I feel Rio: No Buster: Stop judging me Rio: I'm not Buster: Whatever Rio: It's never going to happen is it Buster: What? Rio: Us Rio: Telling people Rio: Why would we, how would we, when we can't even be ourselves in all the other ways Buster: What are you talking about? Buster: I'll tell everyone right now I don't care Rio: No you won't Buster: Try me Rio: Everyone will just think you're drunk Buster: Maybe at first Buster: But I'll convince them Buster: It's not that hard Rio: Said like you've done this before Buster: Come here, you can help me kick things off Rio: Stop Buster: You stop Buster: You don't get to say that we'll never tell them when you're the one who won't Rio: Really, you wanna do this RIGHT now Buster: Why not? Buster: According to you they won't hurt me, yeah? Rio: If you're being a dickhead, I make no promises Buster: Fuck you Rio: No, fuck you Rio: for even trying to do it like this Buster: You either want me to be real or you don't, babe Rio: Shut up Rio: You can't pull this shit on me Buster: You can call me out as much as you want though Buster: Yeah okay Rio: Then call me out, that isn't what you're doing Buster: I'm trying to give you what you want Rio: If that's true then stop this Buster: Fine Rio: Fuck Buster: I'm not staying here Buster: See you later Rio: Where are you going Buster: Like it matters Rio: It does to me Rio: That's why I asked Buster: I don't know Rio: Okay Rio: Well, keep me in mind when you work it out Buster: I can't get you off my mind Buster: You know that Rio: Do I need to say sorry? Buster: No Buster: I probably do but I can't Buster: Not now Rio: You don't Buster: Bullshit Rio: No, I mean it Rio: Why should you Buster: Scroll up and you'll easily work it out Rio: Nah, if you'd have actually started shouting the odds about us Rio: then definitely, like but you're good Buster: Whatever you say, babe Rio: Buster Rio: We're good, yeah? Buster: 'Course Rio: If we really are, let me come with you Buster: It looks like Indie wants you to stay Buster: It'd be rude to leave as she's trying to come talk to you Rio: Oh Rio: Wait? Buster: Come find me when you're done Buster: I mean it, I'm not staying here Rio: Alright Rio: Looks better anyway Buster: Yeah Rio: [Later] Rio: She's so drunk Rio: but happy, so, that's something Buster: I bet everyone is Rio: Pretty much Rio: the former, anyway, not giving them mental health checks as I leave Buster: There ain't enough of the night left for that Buster: Even though you are a know-it-all, like Rio: Comes with the job description, babe Rio: can't just let 'em sob into their pints, can I Buster: Not if you want the decent tips Rio: Who are you talking to here? Duh Buster: Shame you can't actually hit them up for cash on your way out but Rio: Third time in a month would be a charm, lads Buster: If anyone could though, you're not the fave for nothing Rio: 😇 Rio: Naturally Buster: 🍀 too Rio: You reckon? Rio: Me and my natural charm will try not to take offense Buster: You've got me so yeah Rio: Luck has nothing to do with it Rio: I worked hard to get you, not to mention keep you Buster: 🥇 Rio: Don't take the piss, like Rio: deadly serious 💪 Buster: I know Buster: So serious Rio: Just trying to keep up with you, babe Buster: Behave Buster: I'm partying Rio: Without me? Rio: Damn, that's really how it be tonight Buster: Even tonight's queues ain't long enough to keep me waiting forever, babe Rio: Dramatic as well as serious Rio: Are you telling me where you are or am I dancing on my own? Buster: If I was being dramatic I wouldn't have saved you any of the drugs this girl just gave me Rio: Really is the season of goodwill Buster: Nice, right? Rio: One way to put it, sure Buster: Jesus Buster: Are you still in a mood Rio: I'm good Buster: Sure Buster: This club is shit, where else can we go? Rio: How shit can it be, girls giving you free drugs Rio: May as well go to the custom now, watch the countdown Buster: One girl 'cause she wants to move the party to hers, like. Standard. No need to be jealous Buster: Tourist Rio: Probably got 'em from Drew Rio: Standard Rio: Yeah, know you reckon you got the culture on lock Buster: What are you bringing him up for? Rio: He left not long after you Rio: Just surprised he lasted that long on the best business night of the year Buster: You don't have to sound so gutted, like Rio: Fuck off Buster: At least he knows how to behave around the fam, yeah? Buster: Best behavior from one of us Rio: Not everything is about you Rio: Jesus Buster: Be a first Rio: For you, maybe Buster: Says you Buster: You've been getting at me all night Rio: It's just easier alright Buster: So you're allowed to want easy and I'm not Rio: This is easy Rio: You get to act like a dick, I get to be mad about it Rio: then we stand a hope of being able to focus on someone else at the fucking party Buster: Fuck you no I get to be mad 'cause you want me to turn over a whole new leaf with this whole fam Rio: Why is that a bad thing for me to want for you Buster: 'Cause I told you why not and you still expect it from me Rio: I don't expect anything Rio: I never said that Buster: Bullshit Buster: I can feel you judging me from here Rio: I'm not Rio: Stop putting shit on me like I'm that bitch Buster: Stop acting like I'm the world's biggest cunt just 'cause I'm not acting like everyone's fucking dad Rio: Feel better? Buster: Fuck's sake Rio: Nah, that's how it is Rio: say what you wanna say, don't be a pussy Buster: You too Rio: I hate fighting with you so I'm going Rio: that's it Rio: Have fun Buster: Don't Rio: I mean it Rio: I'm not trying to ruin your night, it's still young Buster: It's too late for that shit Rio: Party don't stop at 12, come on Buster: You come on Rio: I've said forget it, I've said sorry Rio: I can't take it back, if I could I would alright Buster: So what you're just gonna leave? Buster: No Rio: Tell me what you want Buster: Not to start the year like this Buster: Don't go Rio: Okay Rio: I don't want this either Buster: I'm coming back Buster: We can start this over Rio: Yeah? Buster: Just wait for me Rio: Of course Rio: I love you Buster: I love you so much Buster: I'm really sorry Rio: Me too Rio: so stupid Buster: What else can I say? I'm an idiot Rio: Me, not you Buster: We both know that ain't true Rio: Okay, you can have it Rio: but you're my idiot Buster: Yeah Buster: And you're my baby, even if I don't always act like it Rio: Good Buster: You're right you know, I can do better than this Buster: I just didn't wanna admit it 'cause this year's been so fucking Buster: So much has already changed, like Buster: Even Chlo knew it Rio: I know, and you have changed a lot already, I know that and it does show Rio: It's only sometimes Rio: Looking forward, yeah? Buster: 'Course Buster: We're gonna have such a good year, babe Rio: Yeah Rio: It'll make all the shit worth it, I promise Buster: I know Buster: If anyone can do it, like Rio: I'm glad you're on my team Buster: I am the team, baby Rio: Not mad about it Buster: Good Rio: I wanna make it up to you Rio: Come in the bathroom Buster: I know that's not a good idea but I also know it's the best idea you've ever had Rio: No one's gonna hear us Rio: partying so hard here Buster: I'll remind you that you said that when I'm fucking you even harder Rio: If you're able to think of anything but how wet and tight I am for you then something is very wrong Buster: Well, now I can't think of anything else Rio: Good Rio: because you're all I've been thinking about Buster: Tell me Buster: I'll make it all happen when I get there Rio: What I really want, is you to turn me around, pin me against the wall and pull my dress up so you can fuck me from behind Buster: Easy Rio: I mean, I wish you could bend me over the sinks so I could see me cumming all over your cock Buster: Save your wishes babe, I can do that for you Rio: Baby Rio: What if someone walks in Buster: Like I've never barricaded a door, it's the first thing a twin learns how to do Rio: Bit rude, but resourceful and I want it Buster: As much as my new year's resolution should be to be less rude, I don't have to kick that off yet Buster: Thank Christ Buster: 'Cause I need you exactly like that Rio: Not saying I'm already in position but Buster: Jesus Rio: Please hurry baby Buster: You're making me so hard Buster: Nobody better try and talk to me Rio: Good because I need you inside me now Rio: Seriously, I'm done sharing Rio: you're mine, aren't you Buster: I'm all yours Buster: You know I just want you Rio: All of me is yours Rio: There's no one else who gets me like you Buster: Don't forget it, okay Buster: Even when I try and make you Rio: Never Rio: There's nothing you could do Buster: I'm so in love with you Rio: You make me melt Rio: I feel fucking giddy with it but I love you so much Buster: I better keep this coke then Buster: I forgot I still had it Rio: Yeah, who knows what kind of embarrassing lovey-dovey shit I'd say fr 😳 Buster: Shh Buster: I like it Rio: I just get scared sometimes that you won't Rio: or you won't feel it as much as I do Buster: Don't Buster: You mean so much to me Buster: There's nothing you could say, not like that Rio: I know Rio: I'll remember to be brave Buster: I'll try and make you feel it too Rio: You do, you really do Rio: You're so special Buster: I wanna make you feel good all the time not just when you cum Buster: A resolution I won't share with the fam but Rio: 😏 Probably best to stick with the tried and tested there, yeah Rio: We're gonna be so good together, baby Buster: I know Buster: Starting now 'cause I'm finally here Rio: 😩 Thank fuck, I've been so patiently waiting Rio: Not even touched myself Buster: Good girl Rio: My pussy is all yours, daddy Rio: Only you make me cum Rio: Please come touch me Buster: Since you asked so nicely Rio: I can be nicer Rio: Come see Buster: I know Buster: That's why I'm on my way to give you exactly what you need Buster: You've earned it, baby, but we'll see if you deserve even more Rio: 🤤 Rio: Fuck me Rio: The way you talk could make me cum Buster: You know you've nearly got me there with a look so I'm not sorry Rio: I like it Rio: even if it makes being around you when other people are there tricky to say the least Rio: but I still like it Buster: Me too Buster: There's nobody else in the bathroom, right? Buster: 'Cause I can't wait any more Rio: I would not be standing here like this if there was Rio: [Pics in bathroom mirror] Buster: Fucking hell Buster: The sound I just had to stop myself from making Rio: Come make it for me and more Rio: Not just your voice that turns me on Buster: [After] Buster: Told you nobody's getting in Buster: Not an amateur ever Rio: Going to let you have it because Rio: if you didn't just prove it Rio: Jesus Buster: I can't act like you're the only one who had to take a minute before they walked out Buster: You make me weak Rio: That's the goal Rio: surprised I CAN walk Buster: If you need me to carry you I'll tell everyone you're that drunk Rio: You just wanna Buster: Yeah Rio: Me too Rio: Maybe if I really act really gone and disgraced, you can take me home Buster: Such a hero nobody would bat an eyelid at the offer I'm sure Rio: Exactly Rio: Everyone wearing their 😍 Buster: The state of them all I don't reckon they'd have realised if we left the bathroom door open Rio: I like danger Rio: but not sure we need to go that hard Buster: One day, babe Rio: 😏 Don't tempt me boy Buster: 😇 Rio: Yeah right Rio: I've not forgotten what you just did to me, babe Buster: If you stop feeling it, go back to the mirror, like Buster: The marks will be there Rio: If you ain't coming with me to recreate the feeling then I can't risk that Buster: Don't tempt me Buster: You look so fucking good right now Rio: I feel it Buster: I'm not saying I wanna fight with you but if we get to make up like that Rio: Can be arranged Rio: long as we can keep it physical 👊 Buster: 😂 Rio: I mean it Rio: I don't like being a bitch Buster: I'm just playing, babe Buster: No fighting Rio: Just loving Rio: Awh 😉 Buster: Shh Rio: Can we go now? Buster: Yeah Buster: I wanna fuck you with my tongue until I can get hard again and I can't do that here Rio: Well, we're definitely leaving now Rio: Everyone's so merry we don't need to say goodbyes, you'll be glad to know Buster: Thank Christ for that Buster: Let's go Rio: [Drama has ensued] Rio: What the fuck Buster: I don't reckon I've ever seen Indie that angry before Rio: No, it takes a lot Rio: Jesus, this family Rio: We better take her back as Drew's disappeared Buster: Not who I wanted to carry out the party, but yeah Buster: What about the lad? Is he coming or am I telling him to fuck off? Rio: I think he'll be happy to run so Rio: Don't need to add to the list of people I've got to sort Buster: If she bleeds in the cab, I'll sort that at least Buster: Unless you wanna walk it Rio: If she calms down for a sec, I'll clean her up Rio: gonna be a ball ache getting a cab tonight Rio: ugh 🙄 Buster: With my connections and willingness to throw money about, I'll get it done Rio: Thanks, seriously Buster: Anything for you, babe Buster: I meant what I said, I'll piggy back her into your part of the 24 if I have to Buster: It's gonna be alright Rio: As much as it ever is Rio: Fuck him Buster: Yeah Buster: If he wasn't such a cunt, I'd call him Rio: If it was just tonight we were tryna fix too, might work Buster: Fuck's sake Buster: Happy new year, like Rio: You know Rio: I can fix this Rio: I mean, she didn't mean it how Indie probably reckons now in her state Rio: but the truth is worse, if anything but we're all used to plastering over that so what's new Buster: I know Rio: It'll be alright Rio: Yeah? Buster: If we can help it Buster: We're a team, remember Buster: I'm gonna help you Rio: You so did not sign up for this Buster: You might not have the ring yet but what's yours is still mine Buster: Nobody can say I didn't know what I was getting myself into, same fam, like Rio: Shut up Rio: x2 Rio: Idiot Buster: I love you Buster: Let's get out of here Buster: The fresh air will help sober her up before this cab comes Rio: I love you Rio: Good idea Rio: check Edie's properly gone 'fore I bring her out, don't need to take 'round 2 to her, like Buster: Hold on Buster: Yeah she's well gone Buster: One less thing to deal with Rio: For now Rio: She'll resurface in a few days in god knows what state Rio: Mum and Dad and the rest of us worried sick 'til she does Buster: You need to focus on the now though, babe Buster: Get through tonight Buster: Then we'll look for Edie if that's what you want Rio: I know Rio: She won't come even if we find her, or appreciate it Rio: all you can do is best keep tabs through what she posts or gets tagged in Buster: I can always make her Buster: Just say the word Rio: You've done enough heroics for one night, don't worry babe Rio: We'll focus on the one that's here and actually upset Buster: Yeah Buster: I've had enough drunken fights to know Indie came off worse Buster: Not just physically Rio: Yeah, there's a multitude of reasons I'm not letting you try to make Edie do anything she doesn't want Rio: She just, doesn't care Buster: She also doesn't scare me Buster: She's a fucked up kid, that's all Rio: Don't Rio: don't put it so bluntly Buster: It's true Buster: Everyone else can pretend all they want, but I won't Rio: I don't need to hear it Rio: No one does Buster: Drew does, for one Buster: Ro too, preferably before she got knocked up with hers but Rio: Do you see him here? Rio: It's too late, on so many scores Buster: Well, what about Indie? She might need to hear it if you don't want to referee a round 2 on another night Rio: Like she hasn't had front row seats her whole life Rio: Hey, remember, your Dad's a scumbag Rio: No one's pretending, babe, we're all doing the best we can to just get on with it Buster: Fuck it. The cab's here Buster: Let's just go Rio: Yeah