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onlyjaeyun · 8 months

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tbh I mayhaps started writing again. Currently I have 30k of a Sunghoon fic(idk how long it's gonna be but lets just say it just hit the climax), 12k of a Heeseung fic, 6k of a Sunoo fic, and finished a 7k Yuma fic and 11k Jo fic. Like I can't just focus on one thing at one time, I get writers block and start a whole new fic. I also have a bunch of other ideas, I have at least one plot for each and every member of &Team and Enhypen, some have multiple, to give a little taste of some I have ideas for but I haven't started yet kitsune Taki, guardian angel which turns into fallen angel Euijoo, enemies to lovers Jay, and a the Little Mermaid fic with Jake(since tell me Jake is not Prince Eric coded). And it's so sexy to see you using some of the ideas I've sent you for Strictly Business, before long we'll all be sending you Strictly Business thoughts and headcannons.

Of course Sunoo and Niki may have been in it sparsely, but they are still family, and ohana means family, and family means no one gets left behind or forgotten. Allow me to leave you with a few last, last for now I'll probably think of more later, Poison future thoughts:

Everyone always takes vacation together once a year, all 14 of them and their 15 kids, they all rent a private jet, thanks to sugar daddy Jay and his extremely extremely well paying job. They all enjoy an amazing two week vacation together each summer, all the kids and adults alike. It's a tradition that started back when only Hee and y/n had a child and the only married ones were Hee and Hoon, the rest were just dating. It however, has turned into a long standing tradition; they all set aside two weeks each year and just enjoy being together, no responsibilities or anything, except for their children until they get old enough to handle themselves. It is on these vacations that their children grow closer, the ones that aren't in the same grade.

Each birthday within the group is celebrated with everyone, a minimum of at least 30 people, since Jay's sister will come when he asks her too, will come to each party; even if none of the kids friends come, they have a full party regardless. Sunghoon plans each and every party, wanting nothing but the best for all their kids, he even offers to help Sunoo and Niki plan their kids birthdays. He's also prepared for everything, like once his daughter wanted a Princess Elsa birthday party, but the princess he booked got the flu the day before and had to cancel, so instead of that Elsa, they had a 6 foot tall Elsa that looked oddly like Hoon singing Let It Go off-key, but his daughter had the time of her life at least.

Hoon's daughter is an absolutely princess and he's dreaded the day she comes home telling him she has a crush, like he knows how he reacted to his little sister having a crush, his daughter having a crush would be even worse. And worst it is, she comes home saying she's in love with one of the Sim boys and Hoon's heart just about stops, he loves Jake and all, they are besties, but she had to fall for his son. Hoon however encourages it, and little does he know that crush a 15 year old girl had on the 14 year old son of Jake, will turn into him walking her down the aisle with tears in his eyes to marry that son only ten years in the future.

Jungwon's daughters are all princesses as well, but not as bad Hoon's, he however dreads the love talks even more, I mean how can he not when he has to deal with 3 times compared to Hoon's 1. When his middle daughter comes home with hearts in her eyes, he'd terrified of what to say and of course their mom isn't around, so he has to deal with it. He's even more terrified when the name out of the girl's mouth is the name of Jay Park's son. What starts as a simple crush turns into Jay's son attending family dinner, taking Jungwon's daughter to prom, and before long asking Jungwon for his daughter's hand in marriage with tears in eyes. Jungwon might be a protective father, but deep within his heart, he knows there is no one that would love his daughter as much as Jay's son does, and he happily gives her away, crying tears of happiness at the wedding, that quickly turn to tears of sadness as it hits him he has to do this two more times.

All their children remain friends even once meeting adulthood, their friendship reminiscent of the friendship between their parents. Jake, Jay, Heeseung, and Sunghoon's sons are carbon copies of them, forming their own little group, the six of them being just as bad as their dads were. Meanwhile Sunghoon, Jungwon, and Heeseung's 5 daughters form a somewhat similar group, all the cousins being best friends.

bestie you're a MACHINEEEEE and im afraid very much needed for this fandom so pls do reconsider coming back on here and blessing people with your talent 😭😭😭💞 and pls its so sexy of YOU for the ideas to strictky business you've sent me like its an honor for me to use those and i hope you know how much i appreciate your input 🥺💞

and please every time i think im over poison you send me headcanons like these and i get all emotional bc i lit teared up thinking about the boys creating mini mes and having them gang uo as well like i just 🥺 i'd marry your brain if i could and since i cant pls accept my kisses 💔🩷💞💗

#; mailbox 📬#; poison

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deeisace · 10 months

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I should be working on the bible covers instead of making new jobs for myself, and I will get back to it another day, but I'm going to distract myself from stressing about the guy downstairs by doing a bit of my stepmum's family tree

I said I would last time I saw her, and I did a bit but not the rest

Her estranged awful dad's side, not on purpose just cs it's easier to do the paternal line/s first tbh, and my brother said he'd be interested anyway cs he knows nothing at all about that family.

It's easier because you can follow Carter family, eg, their name, back and back, and then afterwards go and fill in the blanks of maiden names and those families and such, tho I do tend to get distracted by interesting branches occasionally, instead of doing one line and then another, I'll do a piece of a line and then a piece of a different line, and then go back to do more in-depth work on the first one, and then find a funny first or last name or event, and go into that instead of finishing the first line entirely in one go

All the work will get done, it's just that I jump around, and my notebooks are generally a mess

That I can read, fortunately, enough to make clear copies for whoever it's for - or, as clear as family trees can sometimes be, cs they do take some looking at, especially if I've managed to get back to the 1700s on more than one line, which is often possible

I was lucky once, to chance on the research someone else had done into the same tree I was looking at - you can only do so much yourself without trekking out to the actual churches, or wherever what archives exist, and bugger going right across the country honestly - and got back to the 1500s! Incredible! Tudor times!

It seems so far away from now, and it is in a lot of ways, but I'm reminded always of that thing that goes, if you think about it, an average person might have a child in their mid-20s, say, which makes a century four generations. Four women, or four couples, however you'd like to think about it. Not at all a crowd, you were to imagine that many people in a shop queue or whathaveyou

My own tree I can trace if I remember correctly to the late 1600s or early 1700s - if one generation is 25 years, that makes me now only 17 people away from the Stuart period. Like, that's still not so many people, only a couple of good tables worth, and I know the guy sitting right at the end's name (which is George Whoad/Hood, and now I'm looking at my notes he was around in the 1610s, so it's more like 20 or so people back. Still two tables!)

Of course that's going back only into one direct branch - the number goes up exponentially when you include both parents of a child, and both their sets of parents, etc etc, which is why the family trees I do are so sprawling - I don't believe, as some people seem to, that only the family name matters - your maternal 6-times great-grandmother is just as important to you existing as your paternal 8-times grandfather who shares your name, I think, and even if literally the only thing I find out about her is that her name was Margaret, no other details at all, I would still prefer to include her than not

If someone prefers to not find out about a side of their family, then I will ignore it, I've reached a dead end, and I understand even if I am a little sad at seeing a blank space

Anyway, it's interesting tho, to think about it, once the information peters out to just names and dates on paper, and sometimes not even that (ala Margaret, above) - to imagine a dinner party, or a theatre, full of living breathing people, with their living breathing lives, once upon a time, and that they did exist, and that one has your nose, or this one laughs the same as you, or someone walked down the same street, or or has opinions about Pride and Prejudice, just like you do now, or likes the colour orange, or is scared of bees, or is fascinated by new technology, just like you, tho theirs is jacquard looms and yours is, idk, super computers

#cries in genealogist

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littlebitchsposts · 2 years

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Not even going on anon for this lmao.

So you want to be a brat, hm? Getting impatient and everything? Well, since you don't want to wait for the right people to leave or arrive, I guess I'll just fuck you now, in this house full of people. It all starts downstairs, at the dinner table, with my hand resting on your thigh and you in that cute little skirt. You give me a look that tells me just how badly you want this dinner to be over, and I send a playful glare back as my hand creeps higher. You readjust slightly, and with every movement, I adjust my hand until I'm touching your wet core as you grind on the chair as subtly as you can. Eventually, people stand up and start milling about, and I put my hand on your back and lead you down the hall to where I know the host's study is as I lean in and whisper to you so that no one else can hear: "you know I love how needy you get, baby, but you couldn't have waited just a little longer?" You look at me, playing innocent, and when we reach the study, I open the door, lead you inside, and push you back against it. Instantly, I'm on you, kissing you harshly and palming your perfect chest. I bite your bottom lip, hard, and slide my thigh between your legs but before you can really start to use it for your own pleasure, I decide to pick you up, your legs around my waist and my hands on your ass, and walk over to the desk.

I lay you down on the desk, and make eye contact with you as I move down your body and start sucking your clit, holding your hips down to prevent you from bucking up into my mouth. If you get too loud, I stop; if we get caught, we'll have to wait until the party is over, and these things can take hours, love. And you wanted it now, so you better be quiet or I'll have to stop before you cum...well, more than I'm already going to. Edging you a few times seems like a good lesson in patience.

Later, I'm going to absolutely rail you, but I didn't bring my strap to the party, so you can fuck my fingers for now, and as I replace my mouth with my hand, you can see your own wetness all over my lips and chin. I smirk up at you and move your top away as I start to suck on your nipple harshly and mark up your breast, which you've been teasing me with all evening in that low cut top of yours. As I'm going that, I notice you start to really ride my hand, thrusting your hips to feel my fingers deeper inside you, and I stop everything, bringing my hand to your mouth so you can suck on my fingers and taste yourself before I go back to fingering you. This is going to be a truly frustrating pace for you, darling: hard and fast enough that you finish before anyone gets too suspicious about where we've gone, but not continuously so no one hears your pretty moans.

oh my- oh my fucking god-

my chest is all red and I'm panting omfg

pls fuck me

idk what to say omg

#roguemetalmaster13

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starliightxo · 3 years

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JAPAN INTERVIEW - Amelia Collins

WHO ARE YOU?

what’s your star sign? (I'm gonna skip these cause irdk for my next gens)

what’s your favourite holiday? New year's!

what colour are your eyes? Hazel

if i went on to your spotify right now, your most played song would be what? Airplanes by myself & Maverick

do you read much? Does music count?

where did you grow up? All over the place really. Mainly VS when I started high school but during vacations and the younger years, it was LA

when it comes to siblings; are you oldest, middle, youngest or only child? only child

what were you like in high school? I think I was a louder personality back in school. I think most would say I was the school sl*t but there's so much more to someone than their promiscuity. I was the girl who threw a lot of your parties but at school I kept myself to myself more.

if you could be any magical creature, what would you be? A Phoenix cause they're just super cool

where is your happy place? The studio

can you tell us about a hobby you have that has NOTHING to do with your career? It kinda has nothing to do with my career and kinda does at the same time but the guys from the band are teaching me to play guitar. I'll never be on their level or good enough to perform or record it but it's so fun jamming with them and learning more about their side.

CAREER STUFF

which academy do you attend? Diamond Bridge

do you have a routine that gets you in the right frame of mind for work? Warming up with the band is my favourite thing. Messing around while they tune the instruments and make fun of my vocal warm ups. Just genuinely being silly with them and then all of a sudden something will switch and we'll be in full on inspiration and work mode

can you give us some insight into your next big project? We're (Paramore) are writing a lot at the moment so the next release will probably be something super new that we haven't even finished yet but definitely from us rather than a solo or colab project like Airplanes.

if you weren’t at a talent academy, what occupation would you be working towards? I really wanted my own business kinda like my mum and my grandparents before her, but not a club. Close family friends had their own record company so maybe something like that. I definitely would have loved to have had my own recording studio though.

are you a ‘work hard, play hard’ or a ‘work hard, sleep hard’ type? Weirdly both? But more work hard, play hard.

what’s your proudest moment in your career so far? It might sound minor but every time I'm backstage listening to the intro of our set, seconds from walking in stage is the best moment ever. Every time. Also any moment I get recognised by a fan as Amelia from Paramore rather than Aemlia; Gisele the famous actress' daughter

do you remember where you were when you realised you were accepted into your academy? I was in the Dean's office at Diamond Bridge because he told me face to face

did you get rejected from any academies? do you care anymore? I don't care, I ended up exactly where I wanted to be

what is your DREAM achievement? Out doing my mum's music career

finish the sentence: “when it comes to my career, my goal is to make sure that...” I'm enjoying myself as much as possible

SPILL THE TEA

are you single or taken? Taken

what’s your snapchat score? I don't use snapchat

read us your last received text... omg it's so boring. I just got an "alright" from my boyfriend while we made plans

would you ever date a fan? People are people lmao

how could somebody go about getting your attention? Be creative and avoid cliches

have you ever stalked an exes socials? No

have you ever stalked an exes new partners socials? No

which song best describes your last crush or relationship? Idk I like come & get it

have you ever used tinder? Yeah but not for relationships haha

who on tour would you most like to see naked? My boyfriend but to make it a more interesting answer then Aurora

who’s the most annoying person on tour? Jay

which person on tour would you NOT let your hypothetical son or daughter date? Maverick

what’s the grossest thing you’ve ever done? It's definitely a person but I won't name them

have you ever peed in the shower? If you say no then you're lying

who is one person on tour that you trust more than anything? Jay

BRING ON THE FUN

what kind of drunk are you? Extravagantly all over the place

if you could spend a day inside one movie, which would it be and why? Something full of action

if you could have any piece of music play whenever you entered a room, what would it be? The next episode - Snoop Dogg

everybody has ONE word tattooed on their head that most describes who they are, what does yours say? Mess

if i came round your house for a dinner date, what would you cook me? The ultimate burger

do you have any guilty pleasures or weaknesses? One direction 😬

say a word that you HATE the sound of... princess

what is one country you have no desire to visit that other people do? Probably home lol I'm over London

if you could rename yourself, what would your name now be? I wouldn't, amelia means too much in my family.

if these were your famous last words, what would you say? Fuck this.

#thatssoamelia #amelia talks #amelia interview #interview

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silentglassbreak · 4 years

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Waddup I wanna fuel your harringrove addition w a prompt. Can you do No. 9 the "I've seen you in my dreams" but have it be a nightmare and the one having the nightmares always thought the other was the evil behind his dreams, but then he discovers hes meant to help stop the nightmares.? Idk if that made sense but I'll love anything you write. 🤗

OMG OMG IM EXCITED.

9. “I’ve been dreaming of you, every day, for as long as I can remember.”

Dream of Me

Billy was still dreaming. He knew he was. He looked down at his hands to see he was missing a finger on one hand, as if he never had one to begin with. As disconcerting as it was, he was able to breathe a sigh of relief. Knowing he was dreaming made his spine relax just enough for him to find his nerve.

He stepped through the threshold of his bedroom door, eyes shifting down the dark hallway. The silence made his hair stand on end, forcing him to swallow so hard over the lump in his throat. He just had to make it outside, to the light of day, to freedom. Maybe he would this time.

His thoughts were interrupted by a force, slamming against his right cheekbone, throwing him off balance and landing on his ass inside the bedroom.

“Where the fuck you think you’re going, boy?” Billy cradled his face, eyes already stinging out of instinct. He pressed them shut tight, doing his best to force his subconscious to just cut him a fucking break. He was tired of this dream, this fucking nightmare. He was tired of the same song and dance he dealt with every time he closed his eyes.

As always, Neil stood over him, eyes red and piercing into him. Billy could almost feel how sharp the words rolling off his tongue were.

“Always knew you were a faggot, William.” A hot glob of spit hit Billy’s face, causing him to flinch hard. “You never could do one fucking thing right.”

Another fist landed, this time against his left eye socket, making him think his eye may actually pop out of his skull. The blow had him laying on his back, stars swirling around his vision. His head lulled to the side, blood rolling down his upper lip, when he caught sight of it.

It was always just there. Mocking him. The wooden bat, bare handle, a slew of nails coming out of the end covered in some kind of dried blood. It was always there, had always been there. It perched under his bed, just out of his reach. He wanted to grab it. Wanted to swing it on Neil and end this fucking dream, but he never could. His hands were too heavy in this place. It didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try.

The blows kept coming, one after another after another, until he was lying back and just taking them. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. In his real life, Neil had never beat him quite this badly, never wanting the bruises to be too obvious. But in this dream, he didn't intend to let Billy leave; intended to end him one punch at a time.

Billy’s arms finally started to move, reaching for the bat. His fingers came within centimeters of the wood.

Billy’s eyes popped open, chest rising and falling like it did every morning. He shrugged off the feeling, same as always. Although his heart rate was elevated, the adrenaline was wearing off fast. He was used to the dreams now. Since he was a boy, the nightmares about Neil finding out he was gay haunted him.

Billy was very good at hiding it in his daily life, always keeping a girl around, bringing her to dinner sometimes. The facade was believable to everyone around him, and he took pride in that. Steve didn’t even mind his flashy behavior, knowing full well that Billy was his and always would be.

Their relationship was so easy, and Steve was so understanding of his fears. They didn’t even speak outside of their private, intimate moments, keeping the illusion alive. He really couldn't have asked for anyone better to love him, so he cherished Steve in every way he knew how.

Billy pulled himself out of bed, sweat still clinging to the back of his neck. He pulled on his clothes in the dim light of his bedroom, readying himself for the day. Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, he made his way out into the hall, moving to Max’s door and giving a short rap on it.

Voice hushed, he asked, “Max, you ready?” He could hear shuffling on the other side.

“Yeah, just putting my shoes on.”

The ride to the schools were mostly silent, no music pumping through the speakers. Billy’s left arm was hanging out of the window nonchalantly, cigarette balancing between two fingers. He was slumped down in the seat, lazily trailing through back roads.

“Did you have another nightmare?” Billy rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, sighing.

“How’d you know?” She chewed on her lower lip, side-eyeing him.

“I heard you talking. Sounded like you were crying.” He flicked his cigarette and rolled his window up, sitting up straighter.

“Is what it is.” She turned her head to look at him now. Her voice was small, so quiet.

“Are you going to Steve’s today?” His head whipped around to look straight at her, neck cracking in response. The look on his face made her shrink down in her seat.

“What?” Her expression hardened, in no mood for his attitude apparently.

“Fucking please, Billy. Don’t act like I don’t know about you two.” He was genuinely confused. He had kept his secret so well, he thought.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He was working hard to keep his voice aggressive, but he was faltering, fear seeping into his soul. She scoffed and sat back, looking out the windshield.

“Whatever, play dumb. I don’t care. I just need to know if you’re picking me up or if I need to cover for your ass. Again.” His jaw was hanging, his head briefly checking the road. His mind was soaring, a burning sensation crawling from the base of his skull down to his tailbone.

“How do you know?” She smirked and rolled her eyes.

“Billy, you’re sneaky, but you’re not that sneaky.” She looked down and began picking at her fingers. “Neil has no idea.”

Billy let out a long exhale he didn’t realize he was holding. The air in his lungs felt like nails going down.

“Better fucking not find out either.”

“I’m not going to tell.” He scowled out the windshield.

“In exchange for what?” Her eyebrows lifted, shocked at the question. She shook her head.

“I don’t want anything Billy.” He rolled his head toward her, disbelieving. “Man, I’ve known for months. I haven’t told anyone yet, why would I start blackmailing you now?” He pursed his lips, considering.

All the nights he had fallen asleep at Steve’s and not realized until daybreak. Every time he skipped school to go to the quarry with him, forgetting to pick her up from school. She covered, every time, and they never talked about why.

“Thanks, shitbird.” She smiled.

“Whatever.”

The car went quiet again, almost to Hawkins Middle School, where they would part ways. When he pulled into the parking space, she didn’t immediately get out, hand resting on the door.

“Hey, Billy?” He didn’t respond, just jerked his head to acknowledge her. “You should tell Steve about the nightmares. He can probably help.” He pulled off his sunglasses, eyes glaring at her. She threw her hands up defensively, not saying another word and exiting the vehicle. He watched her bounce up the sidewalk toward the Party, joining them easily.

Steve’s lips were hot against Billy’s, slow kisses smothering him in the best way. His body molded under the brunette, hand slowly brushing through his hair. They both laid on the bed, only boxers on, making out in a lazy way until they were breathless. The darkness of night had fallen over Hawkins, leaving Billy and Steve alone for the night.

It was a Friday night, which meant Billy would be calling home shortly, to let them know he wouldn’t be home until the next day. Maybe. If Steve would ever let him leave. His eyes were closed, breathing in Steve’s air, other hand pulling at his leg to hook his thigh over his own hip.

Steve pulled back first, looking at Billy with a sort of warmth in his eyes. His smile was tired.

“Again? We just finished.” Billy returned it with a devilish grin, all teeth.

“Never enough of you, pretty boy.” Steve chuckled and leaned back, away from Billy.

“I’m tired.” Steve was being whiny, and it made Billy only want him that much more.

“That sucks. Cause I’m not done with you.” Steve curled up, snuggling his face into Billy’s neck. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around Steve, pulling his as close as he could.

“Let me just have, like, ten minutes.” Billy’s body shook with silent laughter.

“Goodnight Princess.” He held Steve there, feeling his breathing even out. He knew he would wake up around two, as he usually did, and beg Billy to cook him some eggs or macaroni and cheese. This was their routine. Billy didn’t mean to fall asleep, but Steve was so warm. So familiar. It didn’t take long before his eyes were fluttering closed.

The room was completely black, no walls or floor, no doors, nothing. All that was around was the usual inch of water on the floor like there always was. He turned his head from side to side, trying to make out where he was. He looked down at his hands, all ten fingers firmly in place. This confused him. He had to be dreaming if he was in this place?

Then he heard it, the roaring voice of his Dad echoing through nothingness. The problem was, he couldn’t see him. He spun around anxiously, an entirely new wave of horror washing over him.

“Billy-boy.” His dad’s voice sang. His eyes were blown out, straining to see in the darkness.

“Dad?” But then he was on the ground, nose bleeding. his hand came up to touch it, shying away at the searing pain and crunch of the cartilage. His head began pounding.

Billy tried to lift himself up before a sharp pin hit his ribs, knocking the air from his lungs. He gasped, trying to hold his side.

“You think you can hide from me, son?” Another kick from a foot that wasn’t there. “You’re such a fucking pussy, William.” Kick. “And you don’t fucking deserve this life I’ve given you.” Kick. “So you don’t get to run.” Kick.

Billy was struggling to breathe, choking and spitting. He still couldn’t see anything. He glanced around frantically, looking for the bat. Where was it? It was always there. But this time it wasn’t. He was alone, he was all alone.

He heard another voice, which sounded like it was at least one hundred yards away.

“Billy?” It was Steve. He was coming. And Neil would kill him. Neil would kill them both.

“Steve!” He screamed, his voice hoarse. “Don’t!” He felt a hand wrap around his throat, pinning him to the wet floor. He squirmed, clawing at nothingness over him, gasping as hard as he could.

“Billy!” Steve was getting closer, and Billy was stuck. He kicked his legs and shook his body in an attempt to free himself, but failed.

“Billy, wake up!”

His body shot up, hands flailing in front of him, making contact with skin. He looked over, seeing Steve’s hands still trying to steady him.

“Billy! It’s okay! You were having a bad dream.” Steve looked absolutely wrecked, hair a mess and staring wildly at Billy, absolutely terrified. It took him a moment to right himself, realizing he was fine. His nose wasn’t broken, he wasn’t choking, and Steve was safe.

Billy tucked his knees up, burying his face in his arms and sobbing. It was too real. It didn’t feel like a dream. Steve’s arms wrapped around him, shushing in his ear.

“S’okay babe. I’m here.” Billy felt like he couldn’t breathe. “What were you dreaming about?”

Billy took a minute to steady his breathing, lifting his head to look at Steve.

“I don’t know. It wasn’t like my other dreams.” He had never told Steve about his nightmares, never having any while in the safety of the Harrington house before. The thought infuriated him. He didn’t have nightmares with Steve. Steve was his safe place.

“What made it different?” Billy was scowling at the comforter, the anger burning hot in his veins.

“The bat. I didn’t have the stupid fucking bat.” Steve raised an eyebrow in apprehension?

“A bat? Like, the animal?” Billy snorted, shaking his head.

“No, a baseball bat.” He wiped his face and shrugged. “It’s always there. I can never grab the fucking thing, but it helps me remember I’m dreaming.” Steve nodded, understanding.

“So, you didn’t know you were dreaming?”

“I kind of figured, but it felt so real.” Steve gave him a small smile.

“I’m sorry, Billy. But hey,” Steve leaned back on the bed, arm reaching down toward the floor. “you can borrow mine if you want. It's pretty deadly.”

His hand came up, and Billy went white. There was a long handled bat in his hands, old and darkened with something that looked like blood. On the head of the bat, at least ten nails stuck out, bent and rusted. His heart fell about twenty stories.

The bat was identical to the one from his dreams, and something inside of Billy told him it was the bat from his dreams. It was always there, untouchable. He felt like he may fall over, the stunning realization knocking him completely off kilter.

The look on Billy’s face and him failing to respond sent Steve into a flurry of explanation, ears turning pink. “I’m sorry, I know it’s a bit much for home protection. But, I mean, you never know when shit’s going to go do-“

“Where did you get that?” His eyes were still bugging out, fixed on the wood in Steve’s hands.

“Oh,” Steve lifted it gently, offering it to Billy. “It was Nancy’s. I guess I kind of stole it from her about a year ago.” Billy picked it up, examining every splinter and nail.

“Why?” He looked up at Steve from under his lashes. “Why do you have it?” Steve chewed on his lip.

“It’s a really long story.” He scratched the back of his head. Billy couldn’t help but crack a smile, moving the bat back to the floor behind Steve.

His arms gently pulled around his boyfriend, pulling him close. His eyes welled with tears again, struggling to hold himself together.

The realization was dawning on him. When he was dreaming, Steve was there. When he was hurting, bleeding, dying, Steve was there. He had always been. Before they met, when Billy was a boy, Steve was there. Protecting him. Reminding him, there’s a way out. There’s a solution just out of reach, and still safe. Steve was his protection. His safe space.

“Billy? What’s wrong?” Steve pulled back to look at him. Billy couldn’t help but break out into a cackle, shaking his head.

“Harrington, you son of a bitch.” Steve’s eyebrows raised, a pout playing on his lips.

“The fuck?” Billy sat back on his ass, laughter turning hysterical.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just so fucking nuts!” Steve clearly wasn’t following. His face told Billy he was confused, and slightly off-put somehow. It made Billy sober enough to look at him with a fond smile.

“Steve,” He looked up at the ceiling, still forcing his laughter down. “You’re probably not going to believe me.”

Growing impatient, Steve snapped. “What the fuck won’t I believe, Billy?” It made Billy stop laughing and realize he needed to explain himself. He cleared his throat and looked right at Steve, working to form the words. He felt embarrassment, but he pushed passed it.

Billy finally looked directly at Steve.

“Harrington, I’ve been dreaming of you, every day, for as long as I can remember.” Steve’s eyes were hyper-focused on Billy, staring in disbelief. This was what Billy needed to say?

“Come again?” Billy shrugged and turned his entire body to the brunette.

“Look,”

He began explaining his nightmares. All of them. From when he was ten and realized he was gay, to the night before when he was home in bed. He explained that they always had the same plot line; his Dad found out he was gay and was going to beat him to death for it. That he wanted to fight back, and there was the bat.

He told Steve that the bat had always been there, looking the same as Steve’s, perched somewhere only a fraction of an inch out of his reach. How he was always so close to reaching it before he woke up.

Billy told Steve that he was certain that was why he always woke up. It was Steve who was waking him up. Steve who was watching over him, never letting his Dad take it too far. He told Steve he understood now that the bat wasn’t there to mock him, but to save him and end the dream.

Steve’s expression was crumbling, flashing between confusion and understanding.

“So...now you know l, I guess.”

And then Steve was laughing, completely out of control. He fell onto his side on the bed and his laugh echoed through the room.

“That’s…” He was struggling to speak between breaths. “So…” He had tears from laughing so hard. “Fucking…” Billy was getting a little offended. “Crazy!”

A strike of something that resembled rejection and shame hit Billy all at once. Steve called him crazy, and that’s just fucked up. He slapped the skin on Steve’s shoulder hard.

“Fuck off! I’m not crazy!” Steve waved a hand at him, still chuckling.

“You’re not crazy. The fact that you’ve been dreaming about my fucking baseball bat is crazy.” He sat up on his elbow and smiled up at Billy. “This last year has been the most psychotic, fucking mental year of my life, and what you just said? It’s crazy. But I’ve definitely heard crazier. You don’t even know the half of it.” Billy quirked a small smile.

“I don’t?” Steve shook his head, coughing out the rest of his giggles.

“It’s a long story.” Steve was smirking, eyeing Billy. “I could tell you,” He let his voice fall low. “over some eggs.”

#harringrove #steveharrington #billyhargrove #strangerthings #ff #fanfic #fic request #prompt request

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badgalkatzha · 5 years

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What's up Alpha Gang!! Welcome back to my channel if you're new here hi i'm BadgalKatzha but feel free to call me Kiki this is my corner of beauty where i do reviews, full faces of brands, challenges, transformations, 8/10 hr wear test and much more if you like what you see and wants to be part of the Alpha Gang u just need to hit da subscribe button and bell so u don't miss any of my videos you can also follow me on simstagram BadgalKatzha where i have my IGTV/KIKISGLAMTV and i also have more makeup related content. Alright my luvz now da the intro is done let's get started on the actual review

This is the brand new Tati Beauty Textured Neutrals eyeshadow palette i'm very excited to review this palette right of the back is very luxurious the packaging is like matte texture on the outside you get a huge ass mirror you get 24 shades to play with something different da this palette haves is the set up of the shades as you see not all the shades haves names underneath it daz cuz is set up in into four different textures and in six different tones so the textures are glitter, metallic, sequin and matte so daz why they across and each tone have a shadow in each texture this palette retails for 48 dollars is cruelty free and vegan

I don't believe in swatches cuz we all apply our palettes in our lids not in the arms and also ik this is debatable but a formula and pigmentation not all the time can be judged by a swatch this are the colors i will try to combine this shades for today's look is been a while i don't do smokey eyes so idk how this is going to go so y'all wish me luck

Alright luvz i'm blending the shades Memory in matte with Aura i will also try to apply the shade Memory in glitter to make this look pop whenever i play with glittery shades i use adhesive or something to stick the glitter better but i want to try miss Tati by herself the shades blended together very nicely they do look pretty good also the pigments are amazing one issue i have w/this palette is da people might not get her idea witch is very unique also lazy of naming the palette by section the down below is the shade names and the left corner saids the texture of the shade like i said before is literally six shades repeated in different textures issa everyday palette w/nudes and neutrals cuz Memory in Metallic and Glitter looks very cold tone but don't get me wrong they still performs well in case you wondered i use P Louise base to prime my eyes also if you don't see the bangs daz cuz they fake i would never cut my hair for bangs y'all i bought 2 in brown and black to create once in a while looks with em and right now i'm flexin em cuz they make me look like a all different person ok guys now let me finish my other eye off camera and i'll be right back with my final thoughts

I'm back and the look is done just like my thoughts on this palette the packaging is stunning the problem for me is this is six shades repeated in different textures all tho they have different formula i don't think this is necessary i would have been more interesting for me the palette with different colors and different formulas meaning textures and not six shades repeated 4 times in different textures we all have glitters, metallics and mattes in our favorite palettes da makes us confident to use em and we know perfectly the Sequin shades daz something new i would love to see more cuz da Poet shade is STUNNING DA HOUSE this palette is pigmented the glitter formula is to die for however this palette is not for me i'm a colorful bitch i only use neutrals and nudes when i'm on meetings, meet and greets, events, dinners, parties etc but for my looks you guys know i'm always colorful i ain't afraid of color in my eyes this palette is also for the people who wants to support Tati Westbrook and her brand da loves her and supports her from day one i don't see myself reaching for this all tho i will continue using it to maybe grow the hype of this palette in me but i don't see myself doing several looks and hype this to y'all for me this palette is worth the coin but the thing is DO YOU NEED IT? Only if you want to have new formulas in your palette collection as a business standpoint the palette is amazing but as a makeup consumer do we need this? Only if you don't own a neutral and nude palette with different formulas and you feel Tati Beauty is your call this palette is also perfect for people who are intimidated by colorful shades and are just into nudes and neutrals and this palette is perfect too for beginners in makeup but this palette ain't for me but might be for you just keep in mind do you need this palette? Is this going to satisfy my nude and neutrals hunger? If you're interested Tati Beauty Textured Neutrals is sold out so be alert for the restocking day alright luvz this is all for this review i hope you find this helpful thank you guys so much for watching and leave in the comment section what are you into nudes, neutrals, metallics, sequins or mattes would you pass or snatch miss Tatilynn? i'll see you on the next one bye guys 🐺

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karaxreds · 5 years

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Angel ( Part 2) - Trent Alexander-Arnold

His comment made your cheeks redder, if that was even possible and you couldn't help but look down at your feet slightly embarassed, he on the other hand looked quite pleased.

Before any of you two could say any other word, Jesse suddenly popped up next to you, wrapping an arm around Trent even though the scouser was a bit taller than him.

"Trent, My boy." He squeezed his side, before he pulled away and then you watched them do their weird handshakes.

"I see that you've met Angel." Jesse told him, eying the two of you suspiciously.

"Ha, so you're the famous Angel?" Trent raised an eyebrow at you.

"My name isn't Angel." You rolled your eyes, telling him your real name but as always Jesse cut you off.

"Don't listen to her, Bro." He shook his head, "She's our little Angel."

"She sure looks like one." The scouser whispered, only for you to hear it.

"Huh?" Jesse clearly didn't hear the comment.

"I said that it nice to finally put a face to the name." He smoothly coverd the situation, your face finally going back to normal. "I am Trent." He said, extending his hand for you to take it.

"Nice to meet you, Arnold." You smirked.

"Oh, so you know me too?" A small smirk appearing on his lips as well.

"Just because I am a girl, doesn't mean I clueless about football." You remarked, raising an eyebrow.

You hands were still linked together in front of you, and somehow you completely forgot that Jesse was stending next to you.

"In fact, she's quite the opposite." The mancunian commented, wrapping an arm around your waist prospectively. "She's a football fanatic, mate."

"Glad to know." The scouser nodded, finally letting go of your hand.

"Let's get some drinks." Jesse said, dragging the two of you toward the bar.

The two of them started chatting and you couldn't help but steal a glance now and then at him.

"Is it me or are you trying to flirt with the scouser?" Lucy's voice suddenly echoed in your ear, making you jump up in surprise.

"Did y'all just decide to try to give me a heart attack today?" You glared at the brunette, "And what? I am not trying to flirt with him!"

"Bullshit!" She mumbled, narrowing her eyes clearly not believing you. "I know how you get when someone catches your eye."

"Lucy, seriously." You sigh in desperation, "You know I am not looking for anyone at the moment."

"Can't blame you though, he's kinda cute." She said, her eyes scanning the boy from head to toes completely ignoring your words.

A few minutes later the giant cake has finally arrived, and you all gathered around it singing out loud foe your friend, making sure to film every second of it to keep it on your phone, making great memories.

The party was now over, at least for you it was. You were exhausted, couldn't even stand on your feet properly, you said goodbye to both Jesse and Marcus, of course they spent fifteen more minutes trying to persuade you to stay a little bit longer but you just couldn't anymore.

Lucia was the one driving both of you to your shared apartment, you always thought that you'd have tge whole flat to yourself once she moves in with Marcus but it seems like the boy was too much of coward and still didn't have enough balls to ask her to move in with him.

"Leaving without a goodbye, Angel?" You heard him say softly, standing right behind you.

"I thought you left?" You lied.

"Hum, wanted to see you one last time before I leave." He smiled, "I wish we would've chatted a little bit longer...just the two of you." He added, looking down at his feet.

"Yeah, well Jesse is pretty protective of you haven't noticed." You giggled, and his eyes pierced into yours he loved the sound of your giggle as if it was the first time he heard someone do so.

"Maybe you could give me your number, so I can get to know you a bit better?" He asked quietly, both of his hands in his pockets.

"How about, if we meet again..." You started, "if we ever see each others again, I promise I'll give it to you." You finished with a wink.

"Deal." He mumbled, slightly disappointed.

You were playing the hard to get game and you loved it, because if he did want anything to do with you than he'll work for it.

A couple of days have passed since Jesse's amazing birthday, you were very anxious and stressed because your exams were only a week away but the bright side of it is once the exams are overs you'd finally be free for the christmas holidays.

"Still whining about the finals?" Marcus barged into your room, with a bag of chips in his hand and a coke on the other.

He threw himself on your bed, sipping down on his coke like he had no worry in the world.

"Man, don't you know how to knock?" You yelled, "What if I was naked?"

"Like that timw when we were sixteen?" He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I was half naked!" You cried, "I was in my underwears, you perv!"

"Doesn't matter." He shrugged, chewing loudly on his chips. "You still studying, god you're such a nerd."

"Some of us have to study and work hard to get a stable job." You narrowed your eyes, "Not all of us are professional footballers."

"Yeah, you can't play for shit." He snorted, making your eyes widen.

"Why are you here anyway?" You said, your voice full of annoyance. "Don't you have training or a date with your girlfriend?"

"Nice try, it's nine p.m" He rolled his eyes, "Lucy's having dinner at her parents tonight."

You were so focused on your books today that you totally forgot that she had a family dinner, you remmeber her asking you to tag along but you just politely turned her offer down because you really needed to study.

"You know what?" You sais to no one in particular. "I am done, I am tired and you're too annoying so impossible for me to finish studying in peace. " you slammed your books shut.

"Angel, You haven't left your room all day." He spoke softly, sitting up on your bed. "You need a break, you're smart girl don't overwork yourself."

"I just want to graduate as soon as I can."

"And you will." He smiled softly. "Come on" he said, grabbing your hand and yanking you up.

"Where?"

"I am taking you out for dinner." He said excitedly.

"I am too tired." You whined.

"You have ten minutes or you're going in you pyjamas"

And indeed in ten minutes you were ready, and already in his car on your way to Marcus favourite restaurant.

"Go take a seat, I'll just need to go to the bathroom real quick." Marcus announced, once the two of you walked into the small restaurant.

A nice waiter led you to one of the tables and handed you two menus, you thanked him and opened to read and try to see what to chose for dinner.

"Well if this isn't a nice suprise." You heard a voice, you were craving to hear for the oast couple of days.

A shitty one cuz I am somehow having a writer block??? So idk if I am going to be able to update tomorrow, I'll try my best I promise.

Sorry for all the mistakes this is not edited.

Enjoy it xoxo ❤❤

#football imagines #football one shots #footballers imagines #footballers one shots #one shots #imagines #trent alexander arnold imagines #Trent Alexander-Arnold #Trent #Liverpool fc

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punkscowardschampions · 5 years

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Rio & Buster

Rio: Didn't say you had a girlfriend Rio: but you can tell her she's hitting me up with the back off too late and under fucked up misunderstanding, like 😂 Buster: Didn't say it 'cause I don't Buster: If some girl wishes that's her problem Buster: And yours now like 😂 Rio: It ain't funny, blowing up my phone making me look suspect, like Rio: anyway, Nance gave me the lowdown already so I know she's a cunt so I don't have to hold back Buster: Who's laughing? Buster: Send her my way if she's that desperate Buster: The lads are boring like Rio: Seriously? Rio: No I will Rio: if you're gonna do your own like that you can sort it yourself, not her pimp Rio: not* Buster: Whatever Rio: It so isn't but that's on you Rio: Are you lot out tonight then? Buster: Course Buster: You think I'm waiting at home for you, babe? Rio: Har dee har Rio: sounds like you had a cosy night in in mind tbf Rio: where you going then, wanna meet up? Buster: Not got the light or kettle on like Buster: Sick of the lad already? Rio: Yeah, what you had in mind Rio: Nah, but 2 ain't a party Rio: and I'm going home tomorrow so Buster: Wanna see if he can hang Buster: Fair Buster: I'll bring the party to you then, babe Rio: Pretty much Rio: You're feeling chipper today Buster: I'll insult you when I get there if you really want Rio: Not my kink Rio: would get us back to the status quo though Buster: Just buzzing 'cause you're off home and outta my way like Buster: Can't blame me Rio: I bet Buster: Not looking forward to kicking it in your own ends any more or what? Buster: I know you'll miss me but come on Rio: Nah but it ain't gonna be all fun and games when I get back is it Rio: Shit to sort Rio: but gotta be done Rio: and you wish Rio: I got reason to come back and annoy you some more now Buster: You're not gonna get grounded Buster: Don't worry about it Buster: And I know, kid Buster: Always making it obvious, Cavante Rio: Don't be daft Rio: I've gotta look out for Nance Rio: avoid another ex Rio: all that drama Rio: You're OBVIOUSLY deranged, McKenna Buster: You're used to all that shit many times over Buster: You got this, ma Rio: Shut up! 😂 Rio: Doesn't mean I don't get tired of it Buster: It ain't my fault you've had more exes than I've had fam dinners Buster: Not even starting on family bullshit of yours Buster: Well I'll sort you a decent line when I get there, put a pep back in your step, yeah? Rio: Yeah it is Rio: No show, you are Rio: and bet you've had more, just 'cos you ain't claiming 'em Rio: Go for it Buster: Fuck off I'm being nice here Buster: Trying to give you a proper going away and you're trying to fight me Rio: 🤷 Rio: Soz Rio: Only way I know how, clearly, all those exes, like Buster: What's wrong, babe? I know you ain't gonna miss me that bad so what is it? Rio: You shouldn't fuck Chloe Rio: Idk, you shouldn't have put that in my head Buster: I haven't Buster: She's not my type. I know what you reckon but I do have some standards Rio: Alright, good Rio: Too many lines already, I'm paranoid Rio: she's bad news Buster: Come get some fresh air with me then Buster: Plenty of people say that about me, like. Not that I'm trying to make a connection to her. Fuck that Rio: Might help Rio: Thought you were with your boys though Rio: Yeah but, at least you're upfront about what you are, good or bad Rio: 🐍 Buster: They'll be fine if I don't hold their hands through every song, babe Buster: She's really got to you, yeah? Rio: I'm just being dramatic, too many strangers here Rio: but she did a number on Nancy, that I know for facts, stand by the bad vibes even if I could relax on it rn Buster: Where are you, specifics. I'm come and get you if you ain't coming out Buster: Find those cunts later Rio: Idk, ages away from yours Rio: we're meant to be but the pre-party still going strong Rio: I'll meet you somewhere? Buster: Keep your phone on, I'll be that stalker and work out where you are Buster: Meet you near Rio: Not just a pretty face, ladies and gents Rio: It's alright, just pick a club, no need to ruin the night Buster: At least you're finally admitting how hot I am Rio: 🙄 Really needing the ego boost, yeah? Sure 👌😂 Buster: Find you in The Grand, yeah? Rio: Got it Buster: Half an hour max Rio: Cool, I'm nearer than you so I'll see you in there Rio: *He'd obviously been offended she wanted to leave the party and get a headstart on him on the town, but it was way too soon to show it (thank fuck) and still save face, so she got out without much pouting and whining. Only needed to take one bus, turns out she was about five minutes down the road from Clapham, tops; good to know. Maybe that was why she was feeling so out of it? Not knowing where she was, and who with? Been in that scenario before though and she'd not got this rattled so- blatant bullshit. Rio didn't plan on admitting it to him, but it had way more to do with Buster McKenna than was healthy. Head fuck. This is why they avoided each other, and had for a while now. It weren't no good trying to just be nice to each other, always went too far. And arguing and being cunts didn't exactly cool the energy between 'em either. No, ignoring each other's existence was key. And yet here she was, going out to party with him. Well fucking done, girl. She rolled her eyes at herself, jogging up and down on the spot impatiently, near enough to the front of the club's queue now she needed to remember to look her hottest so they'd let her in faster. And result. She was in, no coat to put up, so she was away. Barstool, 'round of vodka shots, sorted. Toes tapping, faster than the beat of this shit tune. It was pretty early still, the club only now filling up. Shouldn't have an issue finding her. Not that it was a good idea but finish what they'd started now, like.* Buster: *The lads had been chilling at his since the afternoon doing fuck all of much but getting on his nerves, and when Barnaby suggested getting the drinks in and making something of the night he wasn't even the most relieved of the lot of them, like, so face saved there. Nice one, lad. It was the first decent favor any of them had done him in Christ knows how long, not that he was letting it show. Not a fucking amateur at that either, cheers. There was a girl he'd swiped that was why he was keen to be off. No other reason that they'd had to be privy to. James had been chatting about his cousin since he got with her and Buster wasn't trying to add to that conversation. They didn't know what they were fucking saying anyway. Silly pricks. Let them wonder and speculate over his antics tonight with the Tinder blonde, or any other, they loved it. He had his own mind full of bullshit that he personally didn't love. Worry was a new emotion regarding Rio, one that he didn't feel confident over dealing with, and a lack of confidence was even newer territory than giving a shit about Cavante's emotions. Or so he told himself before he racked up the lines to turn all that off for a while. Worked out proper well for him that had, here he was off and running to cheer her up or what the fuck ever. What was his fucking goal meant to be? Soft cunt. Gonna send her goodnight texts later or what, like? Stupid. Get real all he was gonna do was buy her some watered down drinks for as long as she let him. Big fucking deal and no great help. Still, as soon as he was in he took the stool next to her and did exactly that, ordering more of what she already had.* Rio: *And just like that, he was there by her side. As if this was all standard and they did it all the time. This week maybe but neither of them should get too fucking cosy with the idea, like. She took her share of the drinks without protest, even though she had nothing but empties to offer by the time he arrived. * Next round, like. *She shrugged, spinning the nearest shot glass aimlessly, avoiding eye contact She then spun herself to face the dance floor, like she was surveying the talent from her perch on high. This was fucking ridiculous. He'd be saying as much if she didn't act fast. Jumping up, the tunes still not there but she'd have to make do. As she weaved her way through the crowds, she took a second to break the rules and make eye contact, looking back at him and motioning with a question of 'are you coming?' hanging in the air.* Buster: *He wasn't listening to her 'cause that's how focused he had to be on not staring at her. She looked so fucking good. He'd said as much the other day, believing it when he did, but this was different. He felt it bones deep and more crucially, didn't know how not to show he was being affected. Fuck's sake. No more coke for him until he got his shit together like. Sort your head out, you twat. He shook it, playing as if he was shrugging off her offer to pay 'cause it was better she reckoned he was trying to buy her off again than- What? For the second time tonight he was already asking himself what the fuck he was trying to achieve. Shit. At least before he could chat any more nonsense to himself, or her, Rio was up and away. Not far enough given how easy dancing made it to be close, like, but a reprieve he could count in seconds. Breaths to take. Buster should've known in the next minute she'd steal it all off him with a look. Course. It was an old game. And he'd never once played by the rules, had he? It was too late to start now. He wasn't no choir boy and she was leaving in the morning she'd said. Fuck it. Not a fucking amateur, remember? He'd call her bluff and cheer her up before this shit tune was done. It was just dancing, who the hell was he if he couldn't handle that, yeah? Rio: *Again, screaming internally, asking what the fuck she thought she was doing and why the hell she was doint it; All the while making no effort to slow down, never mind stop. So glad he couldn't read her as well as he claimed, the fucking laugh he'd have about how much she was silently protesting (much too much for it to be anything but mortifying; and very bloody telling). Still, she knew the feeling of eyes lingering on her body well enough by now to know that's what was happening, what he was doing, despite himself. Despite herself, and what a good, sensible girl should do, she smirked, smug satisfaction at taking the lead in both senses. Fuck it, she could say it was the coke making her act up. If he was feeling brave enough in his own good behaviour to question it after. Not likely. So why not? She wanted this right now, so she was going for it. Whatever 'it' was. Stop thinking. Let your body takeover completely. With that in mind, or out of it, she began to move, getting closer to him than was necessary, routine full of 'almost' contact, designed to tease.* Buster: *The song was still shit but he wasn't listening to it either now. Couldn't hear anything but the sound of two heartbeats, his thumping enough to be shaming if he gave a fuck about anything other than getting closer than she already was to him, and hers once he was, echoing such a similar beat. There was smugness in having her rhythm there alongside the intrusion of his, literally hammering away at her pretense of utter control too. Loud and clear for him, drowning out everything that had been said before. Bullshit. Necessary but still ridiculous to look back on from where they were now. Nice try, Cavante, 'cause guess what, I know you are, babe. He wore a smirk to match hers, letting his 'routine' in turn spell out that the teasing shit had gone on long enough, while the hand which had settled on her waist as he moved pulled her body into his. He'd snorted his fair share of lines if he needed something to blame it on other than just being fucking over it and wanting to play a new game and it was unlikely she was gonna challenge him at this point. Hardly blameless herself, yeah? Whatever.* Rio: *She looks down at where his hand has ended up, eyes traveling back up to meet his, slowly, appreciating his body as she did so, letting him know she knew it was anything but a happy accident, but that she wasn't going to say anything either way. Hardly could now, could she? A silent deal being made on the floor tonight. 'This stays between us.' It didn't mean anything, like. Just sexual attraction, however fucked. She wouldn't hold it against his character if he didn't against hers. What happened in the club, like. Such a fucking cliche, Christ; but she felt like being one just this once if it felt this good. She had her back towards him now, winding up and down, hips clashing, making her ache. Before Rio could stop herself (a reoccurring theme of her time with him, it seemed), she had placed her hands over his, still on her waist, and was moving them down, to where she wanted them right now. Fuck. He was definitely going to pull away now, probably have some choice words for how sick and creepy and wrong she was and she didn't have a leg to stand on, no case to fight. Before he could, thinking fast (hopefully faster than he could), she pulls gently on his neck, so she can reach his ear to shout into it, shit tunes always being played too loud.* You promised me a line. Buster: *He shouldn't be this turned on by a few dance moves and unwavering eye contact but he is and there was no way she couldn't know, bodies pressed against each other as tightly as they were. Fucking hell. Yeah, he could lie to himself that it was the fault of the rich, white girls he usually approached not knowing how to dance without doing shit imitations of their current favorite pop icon or being too eager to check him out (sizing him up the same as he did them) to hold his gaze, but that's all it'd be, more bullshit when he'd already said no more. It was too fucking obvious what this was about and what he wanted. And every movement of hers was as telling. None more so than when she stopped herself, 'cause it was forced in a way that none of their other actions had been, thought out instead of fluid. Of course, immediately after came a brief moment when he reckoned she was gonna nibble on his earlobe or something. No going back then, like, but he should've realised the headfuck was gonna come from a more familiar (as far as Rio Cavante was concerned) direction. Christ. When was the last time another girl had left him wanting more, this much and this soon? Buster couldn't remember. Couldn't think. State of him. At least her pulling away to speak let him breathe. He smirked again, faking regaining more composure than he had around her as standard, never mind on a night like this. Nodding his head in the direction of the toilets briefly, he leaned in to reply. * Come on, let's get you sorted. Rio: *She took him by the hand, pulling him through the crowd with an impatience they could both pretend was about coke. Yeah, right. Neither of 'em was fooled or in the mood for fooling now. Her mind had been fully made up for her when his reaction of outrage, disgust, and horror hadn't come; but the opposite had, the hardness she felt tight against her mirroring the ache she felt, less obvious outwardly but, was it though? He knew. She knew he knew so time to do something about it, boy! Now or never, like. Door swinging behind 'em, pulling him into the first free cubicle, reaching behind his frame to lock up, purposely trailing her hand against his exposed forearm, outstretched fingers softly trailing along the veins there, taut between ample muscle and goosebumped skin. Fucking hell. It wasn't her fault he was so god damn attractive. Regret it in the morning. She'd be long gone by then. Breaking eye contact away from where it had fallen below the belt (oops), she grinned, green meeting blue, breathing as laboured as heart.* Go on then... Buster: *The last thing he should have done was followed her into a space where every time his body shifted (however fucking subtly. Or not) it brushed somehow against hers, bringing them back to teasing each other, 'cause unless he pushed her fully against the cubicle wall there was no way to create the blatant friction they both craved, and he wasn't about to do that. Not yet. If she wanted coke, she was gonna have it. Simple as. Just as well that act was though, distracted as he'd become, like. If Buster let himself look back on any of tonight (not wise but nevertheless still likely) he'd pat himself on the back for once again not being a fucking amateur, fine chopping the lines on his coffee table before he came out so all that was left was to unwrap that shit, lay hers out and roll up a note. He'd been on autopilot getting the drugs from his pocket, breathing ragged as hers, the feeling of her stare (and where it was purposefully aimed) leaving him incapable of coherent thought about anything else. Fuck. He wanted her so bad. His own eyes fixed on the locked door, checking and rechecking, focused solely on trying to do that until the memory of her touching his arm resurfaced and then all he could think of was the idea that formed. He smirked for...what a third time? ... Christ knows, before laying her coke out on another, higher patch of exposed skin, eyebrow raised, wordlessly asking Rio how badly she wanted her share now.* Rio: *And there it was. Another silent challenge, a dare. No need for fucking words creating any unwanted space between them, made her wonder why they'd ever bothered when this was so, SO much better. No comparison. Of course, the answer was they bothered so they didn't end up here but she wasn't listening to sense tonight, fuck off. Right now, she WANTED to be here, nowhere else she'd rather, frankly. Fret over it later, like. Or not. It felt TOO damn right to call it wrong. So she wouldn't. And he wouldn't. And no one else need ever know. She wants to hesitate, knows she should. Eyebrows raising to make some display of being all 'really?', like she's so scandalized or not into it, only doing it 'cos she couldn't refuse a dare, could she? But Rio Cavante didn't even flinch, crashing into him full force, pushing him against the door, arms wrapped around his neck to steady herself, steady them both. This close, the heat of him unbearably sexy, his body was so toned and fucking perfect, Christ! She felt dizzy with it, sweat was slicking the white powder to his naked skin, collar bone a natural shelf to hold it. The temptation to lick it off him like salt for a tequila shot was almost too much but she didn't want to be accused of wasting the coke, so she pressed her nose into him, snorting it with ease, shuddering more from the sensation of being this close than anything else, tipping her head back in pleasure, hoping he didn't hear the small moan than found its way out.* Fuck! *Snapping her head back, rubbing her nose with a sniff, damn. Okay. She obviously had to one-up him. What else was a girl to do, yeah? She moved away, to the bag still laid out on the top of the loo, grabbing it 'fore he had a chance to stop her or do anything else to drive her crazy. Shit, she had to take back some control, like! She smirked back at him, the solution to her problem of how to best Buster McKenna becoming obvious as she looked down. Racking it up on her ample cleavage, as if to say, triple dog dare you, McKenna* Buster: *There was half a second as his shoulder blades hit the door, rattling the hinges with the force of their bodies colliding again, closer than they'd been yet somehow but still, at the same time - impossibly- not enough, that he wanted to tell her 'fuck the coke' or something like it. Swore he could almost feel the words tumbling out, begging practically for her to just fucking kiss him instead. But he didn't. Or make a move to himself either. As soon as he heard her moan he knew why, even though they'd waited years and his entire body was insisting that he couldn't any more, refusing in the form of his own shudders as he stood there, knees weak from barely any contact. Fuck's sake. There was so much promise in that sound that Buster grinned, holding her gaze with baited breath until she gave his eyes no choice but to travel with her, settling exactly where she planned for them to. * Oh fuck. *If she said anything about him stealing the words out of her mouth later (not that they could chat about any of this casually) he'd deny it, not realising an echo had escaped from him as he launched himself towards her, lifting her slightly so she rose to meet his bowed head easily. Finally Rio's back landed hard (thankfully against wood same as his had rather than cold, dirty porcelain) with force enough that she'd feel it tomorrow. He wanted that more than anything, even as his line disappeared, snorted all too soon. Fuck her trying to pretend she didn't remember, if her mind pulled that shit her body would call her a liar. He'd made sure of that, like. There was always more he could do though, and he didn't hesitate to put his mouth on the skin she'd already offered him, kisses desperately hard and bruising as his hands trailed lightly down her body, skimming each curve more brazenly than he'd ever looked her up and down before. Christ that seemed like a lifetime ago, her beckoning him onto the dance floor. Not that it mattered. Too much had happened to go back now and there was well more than he needed to happen still.* Rio: *Her cries, a mixture of pleasure and pain as she was unceremoniously slammed into the wall, caught in her throat. Like she couldn't express how much she wanted this, NEEDED this. And she couldn't. No moaning or dirty talk was going to cut it but she could but try. Knowing he knew regardless, and that he felt it too, only amped it up further.* You want me so bad, huh?* Stating the obvious for her own satisfaction, no question mark needed. Muffled curses at him; warning him if he dared stop, to do more, worse, faster, harder, NOW; acting as their version of pillow talk. Pulling his hair, novelty of being above him in the literal. Rio found purchase, sitting atop the toilet, kicking the seat down so he could kneel as she spread her legs for him, pushing his head down, showing him where she needed him.* Please, Buster, please... *She didn't care that this was a club bathroom, that people could definitely hear them, that they'd be hearing a lot more soon if she had anything to do with it. That he was her fucking cousin. Fuck. She just did not care about anything but having him touch her, fuck her. But before he could, there was a monstrous bang on the door that rattled the hinges harder than they had only a few minutes previous.* Shit! Legs clamping shut, jumping down from the seat, pocketing the drugs in her bra without hesitation, she clambered over him, pushing him back, so he was sat down.* I got this, yeah? Worry about yourself. Catch you later... *Rio murmured, squeezing his hand in the hope he'd fucking listen to her, not trusting a coked out McKenna to deal with what was clearly a bouncer and not just a punter desperate for a piss, like. She squeezed out of the smallest possible gap in the door, shutting it behind her, so Buster wasn't spotted.* Buster: *Fuck me. *Holy shit, every word out of her mouth was fucking him up but it was the begging that REALLY sent him over and made him use a phrase that was ridiculously literal. He couldn't help it, knowing that she wanted him bad enough to say that shit out loud what he hadn't when the coke first came out, made more than his knees go weak. He was about to insist that she told him what she wanted again, just to hear it, biting his lip to prevent a moan from coming out before the sentence did when something makes everything stop. It turned his wants back to fantasy, yet again becoming a scenario that wouldn't happen. 'Cause he isn't stupid. As much as many other parts of him were desperate to ignore the pounding on the door, his head, coked out as it is, still knows that they can't. The hired muscle out there wouldn't let them. Shit. It was somehow the unrealest part of this, fucked up as that sounded even to no other ears but his own, that this was how the night was going to end, not how he'd finally let himself want it to. They'd both given in, fully, and there was no pretending at this point (whatever he might convince himself of later, dismissing the night as a weird headfuck etc etc) the drugs were why he wanted her so badly. And worse, all they were now were the reason why he couldn't have her. Fuck's sake. Buster hadn't felt a surge of anger overwhelm him this utterly -suddenly too- since his sister left. Wherever he looked was flooded red, and for Rio's frantic movement, the only thing he managed to do was bite his tongue and clench his fists. Until she'd gone and then he stood up, immediately pacing (an agitated cokehead cliche) the cubicle transformed into a cage he didn't dare leave in this state. Just as well 'cause the next second had him striking out, kicking out hard at the space where their bodies had been, with as much power as he felt had been robbed from him. The wood protested one last time, drowning every sound in his head out with the crash, thank fuck. The cubicle didn't fall to pieces, of fucking course, 'cause it was another thing he needed to happen and he sank back onto the toilet seat, taking shallow breaths.*

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