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gennyanydots · 1 year

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Forced to go to the strip club

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x spitfire!wife

Part of the “Spitfire Universe”

Not necessary to read the other parts but helpful.

Summary: It’s Bob’s bachelor party and their babysitter cannot handle them. Reinforcements must be called in. Reinforcements are sleepy.

“Hello?” You say as you answer the phone sleepily. Who the fuck would be calling at this time? What time was it anyway? You went to bed way later than normal and you feel like you were pretty asleep so it’s got to at least be 2 in the morning or something.

“Is this Mrs. Hangman?” A male voice, that you don’t recognize, on the other line asks. You laugh at that. You didn’t realize when you married Jake you were actually gaining two new names instead of one. You were expecting Jake to be the one calling since his name came up on your phone when you looked for half a second before answering. Whoever this is must have gotten a hold of Jake’s phone somehow.

“Yes, this is she,” you say with a yawn.

“Hi, umm, this is Bob’s cousin. I was the designated babysitter tonight and umm I was told well uhhhh,” the man trails off, clearly trying to figure out how to describe whatever is happening to you.

“You were told what?” You ask. Tonight was Bob’s bachelor party. You figured that the squad would be getting into some sort of shenanigans, hence the need for a babysitter. You specifically didn’t ask any questions. You didn’t want to know. You also didn’t want to have to answer questions when you went out for the bachelorette party tomorrow night. So you knew literally nothing about what your husband and his friends were doing. Bob’s wife to be had come over along with Natasha and the three of you spent the evening watching trashy tv shows together while painting your nails and doing face masks to look your best for the tomorrow night. A girls night in before the girls night out. Plus, someone had to stay home with Eli and Radar. Jake’s on kids duty tomorrow.

The three of you ended up going to bed around midnight, way past your normal bedtime. Natasha passed out first on your couch before you lead Bob’s girl upstairs to the guest bedroom. Usually you try to go to bed at the same time as your son, you feel like you should have tonight since you knew he’d be up at 5 just like normal, only you would be the one getting up with him instead of Jake. You were not looking forward to that. Damn your husband for his early morning runs. You wish you would have taken Penny up on her offer to watch Eli tonight for you so you could have a stress free night in and a nice morning to sleep in tomorrow so you’re well rested for the fun.

“ Umm, you see, Bob told me earlier that if I uhh couldn’t umm,” the man trails off again. How long does this man expect this conversation to last? You have sleeping to do and you’re moving past being annoyed straight into being pissed off at this man.

You roll your eyes and huff, “Give the phone to Rooster.” You figure Bob’s cousin wouldn’t know who Bradley was if you used his real name. Bradley’s the easiest to distinguish from everyone else. Easy to spot.

“I don’t remember which one that is,” the man replies. Of course he didn’t. That would have been too easy for you.

You sigh, why did it have to be your husband doing something dumb, “Hawaiian shirt.”

“He’s drunk.” At a bachelor party? Shocking. You would have never guessed. You’re gonna lose it on this man. You really are.

“Yeah, I’m sure he is. He’ll at least tell me what’s going on without pussyfooting around so please hand the phone to the very tall man with a mustache wearing the obnoxious shirt before I start yelling at you and wake up my baby,” you say, very quickly losing your patience.

“Yes ma’am,” he says before you hear the background noise get louder until you hear Bradley say, “Why are you handing me a phone? I have my phone. It’s not mine!” to Bob’s cousin and then some mumbling.

Finally you hear Bradley say, “Hello?”

“Bradley,” you say.

“Hey! Hangman’s been talking about you! Hey Hangman! It’s your wife! Hi hangman’s wife. How are you? We miss you!” Bradley says, all a little too loudly.

You laugh, “Hi Bradley. I’m good. How are you? Miss you too.”

“I’m so good. I’m having so much fun. Not as much fun as your husband though.”

“How much fun is he having?” You ask.

“So much fun,” Bradley says laughing.

You roll your eyes, at least you’re getting farther than you had with Bob’s cousin. Bradley is at least answering you, “What’s he doing? Where are you guys?”

“He’s dancing on the stripper pole! Very badly. He’s bad at this. I’m sorry your husband can’t dance. I’ll teach him if you want. I’m surprised Coyote’s best friend is this bad at dancing,” Bradley says. You’re starting to hear a slur to his voice.

“It’s okay. He’s usually better when he’s not drunk like that,” you explain.

“He’s really, really drunk, me too, but he’s like bad really drunk. If he spins much more he’s gonna throw up. Gross. I don’t want to see that. We should have someone come get him,” Bradley says then you hear him gasp, “I should call his wife! She’ll come get him.”

You shake your head as you listen to him and wonder exactly how much alcohol is in his system, “I’ll come get him.”

“Oh my God did I call you with my mind?! I don’t remember calling you! I’m magic! I knew it!” Bradley says, excitedly.

“Sure Bradley, you’re magic. I need you to text me where you are so I can come get him, okay?” You ask.

“Okay. I gotta use my phone. This isn’t my phone. I don’t even know whose it is. The background is you and your son. Weird. That’s creepy. Honey, I think you have a stalker. I’ll protect you. Don’t worry. Nobody will get you or Eli on my watch. Uncle Rooster will protect you both!”

“My hero,” you say and yawn again. “Okay, Bradley take out your phone.”

You hear shuffling and then hear, “Okay. Done.”

“Good job. Now I need you to share your location with me.”

You hear a few taps then receive a notification from his phone then hear, “Boom! Crushed it!”

You laugh then smile, “Perfect. You did so good, Bradley. So proud. I’ll see you soon, okay? Don’t leave, none of you, until I get there. That poor man Bob put in charge did not sound like he had you all under control. Lord knows you’re all a handful and a half. Bye Bradley.”

“Bye bye!”

You hang up and stretch your arms over your head. This isn’t what you wanted to be doing. You wanted to sleep. You don’t want to go to a strip club to corral a group of drunk men, including your husband, and get them all to leave. This wasn’t your job. You weren’t on Dagger duty, and yet, here you were pulling on a pair of sweatpants and throwing on a sweatshirt to get in the car. Why wasn’t Pete babysitting? Unless he’s also there and drunk off his ass. Or maybe he’s sick of them after being with them all week and instead stayed home for some peace and quiet. Smart man.

You tiptoe into the guest bedroom and quickly but quietly wake the soon to be Mrs. Floyd to let her know what was happening. You couldn’t see well in the dark but you’re sure she rolled her eyes at the situation then held her hand out for the baby monitor. Thank goodness for friends who get it. You handed it to her with a quiet, “Thanks, I’ll be back soon! Hopefully.” before you quietly went down the stairs and slipped your feet into some flip flops.

You just grabbed your keys and wallet and stuck them in your hoodie pocket along with your phone. It felt weird not taking a diaper bag with you for once. You quietly went into your garage and open the door to get your car out. You really hope the noise doesn’t wake up Eli or Natasha who had still been snoring on the couch. You grab some water bottles from the garage fridge and toss them onto the front passenger seat as you get in your car and soon you’re on your way to the strip club. Thankfully it was only about 15 minutes from your house so it doesn’t take long for you to get there.

You park your car and climb out then head to the door. The bouncer looks at you funny but doesn’t question you as you hand him your ID. He checks it and hands it back as he tells you to have fun. You roll your eyes. Does it look like you’re there to have fun? You’re pretty sure your hair is a mess and you might even have pillow marks on your face still. If anything he probably thought you were some jealous wife coming down here in a blaze of fury but that’s not the case at all. You have no problem with strip clubs. You couldn’t care less that your husband is here. These women and some men potentially are just doing their job. Your only problem is you’re here when you want to be fast asleep. You’re pretty sure if the guys don’t immediately listen to you that the party is over that you’re going to have a full on temper tantrum. You’ve watched your toddler have enough of them so you’re basically an expert.

You look around and don’t find anyone who looks familiar. You spot a waitress and quickly walk over to her and ask where a bachelor party might be. She points you towards the VIP room and you thank her before heading in that direction.

There’s another bouncer in front of the door who stops you before you can enter and you just sigh, “Listen, you close in like a half an hour. It’s probably going to take me that long to round up all those guys in there and convince them it’s time to go home. Do you want to deal with their drunk asses and it take you three times as long for you to get them to listen or do you want me to do it and I’ll have them outta here in no time? Because if you want to then by all means go ahead. I’ll go back home and go back to sleep. My son is going to be up in like three hours. If you don’t want to then I’m gonna need you to let me through so I can collect them. I promise you I know them all. This is Robert Floyd’s bachelor party.”

The bouncer nods and holds the door open for you, “Yes ma’am. I apologize ma’am.”

You nod at him and walk in to a mess. There are guys everywhere. A couple you don’t know. One very scared looking man by the small bar. You assume that’s Bob’s cousin. You head over to the bartender, completely ignoring Bob’s cousin, and ask them to turn the room’s music off which they do as you stand on a chair you find. Once the musics off, immediately you hear a bunch of groans and hey’s and you roll your eyes. Whiny babies.

“Hey!” You yell to get their attention.

They all turn to look at you and you take the site in. Bob has a bra hanging from his neck and lipstick kisses on his cheek, you quickly take out your phone and snap a couple shots of that. Bradley’s Hawaiian shirt is inside out. Your husband is holding onto a stripper pole leaning backwards, couple pictures of that one too. Javy was getting a lap dance but the stripper stopped when you yelled, picture of that. Mickey was on Rueben’s back for some very odd reason, picture of that one. Logan and Billy were seated on a couch, double fisting some beers. And both Brigham and Neil have their heads down at the bar and you took a picture of that too. The men you don’t know were all scattered about amongst the others. You honestly expected worse but it didn’t sound like Bob’s cousin could handle anything worse.

When the men all see you there are excited shouts.

“Hangman! That’s your wife!”

“Baby!”

“Mom’s here!” (That one made you roll your eyes but you’re not surprised)

“Oh no! We got caught!”

“I know you!” (Yes Logan, you two have met many times.)

You shake your head at the lot of them.

You put a single finger to your lips until they all quiet down, “Okay, here’s what’s going to happen. We’re going to do this step by step.”

The men all nod at you. Good. You didn’t feel like dealing with any defiant little assholes.

“First! Whatever dollar bills you brought with you for tonight need to be given to the nice ladies who took their clothes off for you. And you’re going to thank them for their time. Bob give back the bra.”

Bob immediately blushed bright red and the men all proceeded to follow your directions, even making sure to thank them. One man walked up to you and held his money out and you shook your head, “Not me you dumbass.” You pointed him towards one of the strippers and sighed, these guys are going to have to make it up to you. You’re taking an extra long nap tomorrow and someone had been watch your son. You feel something around your waist and look down to see your husband has wrapped his arms around you.

“Good job, now number two, you’re going to all cash out at the bar. Get your cards back. We’re not leaving our credit cards here. Make sure you tip,” you say gesturing to the bar.

Jake reluctantly lets you go before following your directions. This step takes them all a while and you end up sitting down on the chair until the bartender gives you a thumbs up and Jake is back to standing as close to you as he possibly can.

You stand back up and your husband wraps his arms back around you, “Okay third step, look around you for trash. If there are cups take them to the bar-“

The bartender interrupts you, “We can handle that. Don’t worry. It’s our job.” You shoot him a glare and he immediately holds his hands up in surrender and says sorry.

“- Like I was saying, if there are cups take them to the bar. If there’s trash there’s a trash can in the corner. We aren’t leaving this place a mess.”

The men all get to work quickly and it doesn’t take long before everything is picked up and vaguely looking clean. To get Jake to listen this time you had to push him off you and point at some trash before he sighed and picked it up and threw it away then returned to his spot.

“Fourth step, make sure you have your wallet, phone, and keys and/or anything else you brought with you. Like a sweatshirt or a hat.”

Everyone immediately starts patting their pockets and nodding. You tap Jake’s shoulder to get him to let go then sit back down and turn to Bob’s cousin, “What was the plan for afterwards. Are they going somewhere? Is there a way to get them to wherever?”

Bob’s cousin shrugged, “We rented a limo to get here and I think the plan was to Uber back to wherever you were staying for the night.”

You shake your head at him, “You think or you know? You’re the worst babysitter. You should know the plan.”

Bob’s cousin hangs his head and apologizes.

You look around before finding Bob and quickly yell his name, gesturing for him to come over to you.

“Hi, Mzzz Hangman. Whass zup?” He says slurring this words.

“What are you doing after this?” You ask.

He scrunches his face for a minute or so before going, “Oh! Theresssa limo to take us to tha hotel and then we go to sleep and then brunch and then more sleep at homes.”

You laugh listening to him, “Thanks. Knew I could count on you.”

Bob beams at the praise.

You stand back up, once again Jake holds onto your legs, “Fifth step, nicely walk out to the limo and get in to go back to the hotel. Mr. Competent over here,” you point to Bob’s cousin, “Will give you further instructions when you accomplish that. I better get a good report for him or I’m gonna be mad at you all!”

That ones followed by most of the men saying a quick, “Yes ma’am.” before they started their journey to the parking lot.

You stop at the little bar and leave Bob’s phone number with them in case anything gets left behind.

You follow after the others and stop at the limo to make sure they’re all accounted for, which they are, except one. You look over at your car and see Jake leaning against it with his hands in his pockets.

You turn to Bob’s cousin, “Do not lose them. Have them drink water. Get them straight to their rooms. They should all pass out. I’m taking mine with me so you have one less. You’re lucky.” You turn to the others, “Be good! I want a good report saying you were on your best behavior!” You’re answered with a bunch of giggles as you pat the top of the limo and shut the door.

You unlock your car and watch Jake scramble into the passenger seat. You laugh and walk over, getting into the driver seat, “Did you think I wouldn’t let you come home?”

He shook his head and pouts, “I don’t wanna play with my friends anymore. I want my wife. I want to sleep in my own bed. I want my puppy. I want my baby.”

You laugh and lean over to kiss his cheek, “My poor, sweet husband, forced to go out and spend time with his friends. Didn’t have any fun. Definitely didn’t enjoy getting drunk and seeing mostly naked women.”

His mouth breaks out into a goofy grin, “That was nice but I would much rather see you mostly naked because then I could just make you the rest of the way naked.”

You laugh and shake your head, “Okay, let’s go home. If you want your baby so much you can get up with him.”

Jake perks up, “I can?! I miss him! We’re gonna play so much!”

“You say that now. When he wakes up in two and a half hours you’re going to be so sleepy,” you say as you start the car and start driving home.

Jake shrugs, “Worth it. I’m sleeping with the baby monitor. I’m getting up with my baby. I don’t care what sleepy Jake says. I promise I’m getting up.”

And surprisingly that’s exactly what sleepy Jake did in three hours when your son woke up. How nice of him to sleep in a half hour.

The bachelorette party

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belovedmusings · 5 months

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You know you're my weakness.

Choso Kamo x You x Suguru Geto

Explicit Smut (🚫Minors DNI🚫)

Part four of the ‘Two + One’ story. Click for story masterlist.

Guitarist! Choso Kamo is your boyfriend, and tonight you are at his very first show with his new band, Curse Manipulator, lead by bassist and singer, Suguru Geto. You and Suguru are very attracted to each other, and your loyalty to Choso is once again put to the test by Suguru.

Relevant tags: sexual tension, thoughts of infidelity, Choso is a sweetheart, Suguru is irresistible, drunk Choso, emotional Choso, slow burn, no “y/n” for immersion, reader has no defining features for inclusivity, mild grinding and groping

Recommended songs to listen to while reading: eyes don’t lie (Isabel LaRosa), Bad Romance (Lady Gaga), Jealous Guy (The Weeknd)

A/N: so there’s no smut again but there’s adult themes so I tagged 18+. It’s a long chapter so get comfortable. Hope you enjoy!!

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The show ends and as soon as the members leave the stage for the roadies to start clearing away the equipment, you meet with Choso and you all make your way back to the dressing room.

Suguru holds the door open for everyone and they all bee-line for the water bottles on the table where the pizza was earlier, the bassist making his way there last as you move to sit on the sofa. You watch as he grabs a bottle and unscrews the cap, tilting his head back to drink.

Oh.

You aren’t prepared for the sight of his exposed neck, his Adam’s apple and the veins near where his shoulders meet the column, the tattoos peeking out from under his shirt, skin sweaty from exertion while performing…

His eyes find yours as he finishes, but your attention is taken from him when Choso sits beside you and hands you an extra water he grabbed. His arm comes around your shoulders, and you turn to look at him instead.

“Doing okay?” He asks you, eyes still shining with concern. You nod, clutching the bottle in both hands.

“I’m fine,” you reply, shaking your head after a moment, “Forget about me. You did amazing up there, Chos’. You’re a natural. Really—it was like I was seeing a celebrity.”

His face heats and he laughs in a huff, looking at his lap. “I don’t know about that, but…”

“Seriously,” you say, wanting him to know just how good he did. “If I wasn’t already dating you I’d have fallen in love in the crowd. I’m sure people did.”

He covers his face with his free hand and groans in embarrassment. “Okay, okay.”

You chuckle, pressing a kiss to his reddened cheek.

Then, you feel the other side of the couch dip, followed by that silky voice that haunts your fantasies.

“How was your first Curse Manipulator show?”

You look to your other side to see Suguru sitting next to you, his back to the armrest so that he can face you, leg on the couch bent so his foot rests on the knee of his other, taking up as much space as he can as per usual. His shin is touching your thigh and it’s playing with the soundness of your mind.

He asked you a question. Answer it before you give yourself away.

“It was amazing,” you say truthfully. “This band is special, seriously.”

The smile on his face remains the same. “How’d I do?”

What? He asked me that in front of Choso?

You swallow thickly, willing yourself not to look at your boyfriend. That would make you look guilty, and you’re not. You haven’t done anything.

Besides let him mark your wrist during a temporary lapse in control…stop. Focus.

“Of course you did great,” you do your best to laugh through it. He grins wider, nodding to himself. He leans against his fist, elbow digging into the cushion beside him. He sobers up and looks at you seriously after a moment.

“How are you doing? That creep didn’t get to you too bad, did he?” Asks Suguru. Choso shifts beside you.

“He didn’t,” Choso answers for you, “Thanks for calling him out.”

“Of course. I think we saw him at the same time,” Suguru replies. He shifts his attention from Choso back to you. “Men can be insufferable sometimes.”

With the way you’re looking at him, you’re the one who feels insufferable, wanting him in the most primal way possible. You also think that he’s talking about himself. He wants you the same way, if that damn mark that seems to be tingling subtly beneath your sleeve under his gaze is anything to go by.

“Yeah, they can,” you agree distractedly. The air seems electric, and the only thing that breaks the trance you’re in is Larue’s voice.

“Who’s ready to party?!” He shouts, causing you to jolt, flitting your eyes back to him. He’s clapping his hands together as Miguel is laughing.

“I got dibs on spinning the tracks first. Venue owner said I could,” Miguel replies, the two making their ways to the door. “You guys coming?”

“Oh, yeah, we’ll join you in a minute,” Suguru replies easily. “Don’t wait on our account.”

“All right,” shrugs Miguel, the two exiting the room.

Choso sighs beside you. “Should I drink tonight?”

You raise a brow. “Do you want to?”

“Yeah,” he admits. “I never do. It would be nice just this once.”

“Sure,” you shrug. You’ve heard from him that he’s sort of a lightweight, but you’ve never seen it yourself. “Just don’t get carried away.”

He smiles at you. “I won’t.”

“Are you bad with alcohol?” Asks Suguru, and Choso hums.

“Yeah. Can’t hold it well,” he answers.

“I see. I don’t really like it,” Suguru replies. He glances at you. “And you?”

“I think I’ll stay sober. Especially since Choso’s going to drink, I’ll be our driver tonight.”

“I see,” Suguru nods, getting off of the couch. “Well, should we go join everyone?”

You nod, standing up with Choso. Your hand interlocks with his, and the three of you head to the house of the venue.

—-

Miguel has good taste in music. The concert-venue-turned-club is lively with people dancing and having fun, dim lighting and the heavy smell of weed and alcohol permeating the air. It’s loud so you can’t really talk, but you and Choso are glued to the bar, your boyfriend nursing his third drink of the night. The two of you don’t really like outings such as this, but out of the two of you, Choso is more out of place. He doesn’t really like to dance like this—provocative grinding, groping in public—the one time you two did dance together in public it was at his cousin’s wedding a few months ago, wherein you waltzed together.

You don’t really favor the idea of clubbing, but you wouldn’t mind it if you trusted the person you were with. Choso wouldn’t want to do it, and since he doesn’t, you don’t dwell on joining in. Sticking to the bar is fine.

What isn’t fine is the sight of Suguru at the edge of the crowd a little ways away from you, dancing with some woman who approached him when the current song began. His hands are on her waist but his eyes are on you, and it’s doing very sinful things to you. Taunting you. Beckoning you. Provoking you.

He keeps her facing away from himself, their bodies pressed together, and the sight makes your blood boil. You want him off of her. You want him on you instead, to be dancing with him, to feel his body against yours, his arms around you, his breath on your ear—

It’s insane.

How are you getting jealous over a man who isn’t your boyfriend?

It’s not like you have any sort of claim on him. You have no right. And yet, when the woman makes a very obvious, lewd movement against him while she turns to whisper in his ear you grimace, turning away pointedly. You don’t look at him again.

Another few songs pass, Choso downs another drink, and that’s when your boyfriend leans over to speak to you.

“I have to run to the bathroom,” he says, “I’m gonna go get Suguru to be with you while I’m gone. I don’t want to leave you alone.”

Your heart starts racing. “Uh…”

“I’ll be back.”

Before you can stop him, he’s making his way over to his bandmate. You blink mindlessly, watching them talk, and then Suguru is politely parting with the girl he was with, moving towards you while Choso heads the other direction.

Suguru settles right next to you once he’s there, an easy smile across his features.

“Hey,” he greets, and you see it more than hear it due to the volume of the music.

“Hi.”

His eyes run over you for a second before he leans back. He sighs heavily, as if words that were on the tip of his tongue are fizzling out, and he takes another moment of consideration before moving closer so you can hear him.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Your breath hitches nervously at his proximity, his face only a few breaths away, and against your better judgment, you steal a long glance, admiring the perfect structure of his features shamelessly.

“Is there something on my face?” He asks with a grin, and you blink a few times to get your head back on.

“No, no…”

“Then what is it?” He still has that content, easy expression on his face.

“You’re pretty.”

His eyebrows raise and you watch his eyes widen a fraction, lips parting in slight shock. Then, he laughs bashfully, eyes turning into crescents, and you feel your ribcage starting to melt.

“I’ve heard hot or sexy, but never ‘pretty’,” he says, eyeing you mirthfully. “I take that as the highest form of compliment.”

So, other people have voiced their thoughts on him, have flirted—who, you wonder. And how did he take it? Was he flattered? Did he flirt back?

“What’d that girl you were dancing with tell you that you were?” You ask boldly, shocked to hear those words bear the contours of your voice. His lips turn up in a smirk.

“Are you sure you want me to answer that question truthfully?” It’s said lowly, and coupled with his lidded eyes, you feel heat twist in your gut. Now you’re intrigued.

“I’m curious now.”

His lips tug up further at a corner before he leans forward even more, pressing his mouth to your ear. Your eyes flutter closed automatically, body subconsciously leaning into his. “She said I felt big.”

Despite the hot stuffy air of the room, suddenly your body is ravaged with goosebumps. Your breath escapes you, and as his eyes meet yours again, you feel certain he’s taken a few years off of your life span with his existence.

“You’re driving me insane,” you breathe, the words out before you can stop them, and it must be the type of response he’s looking for because he reaches up and touches your cheek with the tips of his fingers, holding your eyes with his stare.

“Trust me, the feeling is mutual.”

You inhale slowly, just sizing him up for a long moment. Around you, people are dancing, grinding, drinking, moving and yet everything feels so still. All you see is Suguru right now, and you don’t want him to stop touching you.

Your eyes flit down to his mouth, silver rings glinting against the dim lighting, and you watch his mouth pull into a smile.

“You never answered my question from earlier, love.”

That term of endearment punches through your diaphragm, knocking the wind out of you. Love. He called you love.

He asked you a question earlier. What was it? What is he talking about? Why is it so hot, all of a sudden? You need to cool off.

A drink. He asked if you wanted a drink.

“Oh, uh, no,” you shake your head, “I’m driving Choso home, remember?”

Choso. Fuck.

You back up, sense returning to you as you remember who you are and who you’re with.

Suguru’s smile falls slightly as you put distance between the two of you, and he makes a move to get closer again. Out of the corner of your eye you see a familiar frame, and turn out on instinct, abruptly making Suguru aware of Choso’s approaching figure.

He stills and stays put in his spot, looking over as Choso gets closer. As he comes into view, you notice tears in his eyes.

Your heart drops. You and Suguru had just been close enough to kiss. You’re certain that given one wrong move, you would have kissed. Did he see? Does he know about whatever you have going on with Suguru?

You turn to look back at Suguru, fear shining through your eyes, and he instantly turns towards your boyfriend, alert now. Whether he’s preparing to remedy the situation or lie completely, you don’t know, but Choso sees you and hurries over, hands outstretched for you.

“Baby,” he sniffles as soon as you’re within earshot, grabbing you and pulling you in. You let him, stunned and confused. You don’t think he’d react this way if he had seen, so what is it?

“What, honey?” You ask, cupping his face in concern. “Why are you crying, Chos’?”

“I just love you so much,” he blubbers, eyeliner running down his cheeks. “I do, I really do…”

It registers what’s going on. He’d told you before that he can’t hold his liquor well at all. He rarely drinks because of that. You’ve never seen him so smashed—he must be an emotional drunk. It must have really kicked in while he was separated from you.

“Oh,” you exhale in relief, realizing he doesn’t seem to know about the…thing between you and Suguru, “I love you too, baby.”

“Thank you,” he sniffles, peppering your face with kisses. His weight is being pushed on you and it makes you stumble with the effort to hold him up. “Thank you so much…”

“Is he okay?”

You turn to look at Suguru, who is watching worriedly. Choso hiccups and looks up at Suguru, nodding profusely.

“Yes. Yeah, everything is amazing,” he sobs, “I’m so happy…I’m so in love…”

He kisses your cheek again, putting more of his weight on you and you stumble to balance it. Suguru takes action and wraps one of Choso’s arms around his shoulders to hold him up, taking the pressure off of you.

Choso clings to your waist with the other hand, leaning on you with his head, getting tears on your neck. He can’t even stand—it’s time to leave. Any longer and he’ll probably pass out right here.

“He’s really drunk,” you tell Suguru. “Help me get him to the car. I have to take him home.”

Suguru nods, and the three of you trudge to the main door, weaving through the people to leave the pounding music behind.

As soon as you’re out you take a breath, sighing contentedly as fresh air hits your system. You hadn’t realized just how stuffy it was.

Choso makes a noise in the back of his throat and starts scattering more kisses over your face, making the three of you stagger for balance.

“Choso,” you say, trying to ground him, “Choso, let’s sit down, okay?”

He nods, allowing Suguru to help him to sit on the curb, feet in front of himself over the pavement. You look up at Suguru, who is watching you two silently. You can’t leave Choso like this, and you don’t really want to be alone in this area either.

“Did you drink yet?” You ask him.

“No.”

“Can you get my things, bring my car around, and help me get him into it?”

The bassist nods without hesitation. “Is it all in your bag back in the dressing room?”

“Yeah. You…you know my car, right?” How could he not?

He grins slyly, knowing exactly what you’re thinking, and nods. “I do. I’ll be back.”

You watch him go back inside, turning all of your attention to your boyfriend. He’s gazing at you like you hung all of the stars in his drunken stupor.

He says your name, and you reach up to brush a strand of matted hair from his forehead. “Yeah?”

“I’m a good big brother, aren’t I?”

The question catches you off-guard. You know his brothers, of course, you’ve met all ten of them and even have good relationships with a few. His youngest brother, Yuuji, is just adorable, and gushes about Choso all of the time.

“Of course you’re a good big brother. You’re a great big brother,” you answer, not sure where he’s going with it. “Why?”

“In that case…d’you think I’d make a good father?”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. “Oh…well…yes, I don’t see why not.”

He smiles tenderly at you. “I want to have kids with you.”

Your jaw drops. What?

You’ve never talked about kids before. Ever. Is he just so drunk that he’s talking out of his ass, or does he mean it? You find it hard to believe he’d just be saying that, even like this.

“You do?”

“I really do,” he nods in confirmation, starting to ramble through his tears, “We should start tonight. We can have ten like my parents did. Or more. I love you so much, we can have a huge family—”

“Choso,” you interrupt him with a hand on his cheek. “Slow down, okay? It’s okay.”

He sniffles. “D'you not want them with me?”

You’re at a loss. You honestly haven’t thought about kids a ton. Tonight is the last night you’d have expected a conversation like this to come up.

“Chos’, we haven’t talked about it before,” you say softly. “It’s a big decision.”

He starts to cry more. “I’m sorry. I’m too emotional right now…but I just love you…”

You grunt in surprise as he thuds his forehead against your chest, clinging to you tightly. For a minute he just cries, and you pet his hair soothingly, unsure of what to do. He is an emotional guy—he cries during sad movies, sometimes even when he sees a video of cute puppies or kittens. But this is different. You can see why he steers clear of alcohol.

“I love you too,” you reply, kissing his hair. “I’m here, Choso, don’t worry.”

He nods, hugging you closer as he just lets it out.

You stay like that until Suguru brings the car around, parking it in front of you and getting out.

“Okay, let’s go home, babe,” you tell Choso, and he nods blearily.

Suguru helps you get Choso into the backseat, lifting his strong body from the ground and guiding him in. You buckle your boyfriend in and then close the door, sighing heavily.

“Thanks,” you tell Suguru as he drops the keys into your hand.

“Any time,” he tells you easily. “Are you gonna be able to get him to your place okay? He’s probably going to pass out."

You hadn’t thought about that. You won’t be able to get Choso out of the car alone, and he’s already looking ready to doze off.

“Yeah…I probably won’t be able to.”

“Want me to come with you?” Asks Suguru.

Letting him into your home with a belligerent Choso is not a good idea, but you don’t have a choice. You do need his help.

“Sure. Uh, please.”

And that’s how you end up driving home with not only your boyfriend in the backseat, but also with Suguru beside you on the passenger’s side.

The first part of the ride is quiet save for the low music on your speakers, Choso snoozing away behind you. You keep glancing back at him through the rear-view mirror, unable to stop thinking about what he’d said to you on the curb of the venue.

About halfway through, Suguru speaks up at a low volume.

“You look troubled, and you keep sighing,” he says to you. “What’s on your mind?”

You glance at him quickly, more of those confusing feelings bubbling up in your chest. He looks so good next to you in the car, waiting on your answer.

It wouldn’t be fair to talk to him about this before you’ve even processed it, let alone Choso. This is between the two of you, anyway. You don’t feel right delving into such an intimate topic with Suguru, so you opt to deflect.

“Just a lot happened tonight,” you shrug, “I mean, the concert was…eventful.”

“Right,” Suguru sighs, “I saw him bothering you, and…I don’t know, I just got upset. I spoke up before I could think—I’m sorry, by the way, for drawing attention to you like that. I could tell you were uncomfortable.”

You definitely weren’t expecting him to have picked up on that.

“Oh, well…I mean, it was a lot of attention, but if you hadn’t, who knows what he would have done?” You reply, “Thank you for that.”

“No need to thank me,” Suguru runs a hand through his hair, “Guys like that only think with their second heads.”

It takes a pause, but once what he said registers, you can’t help but snort, which quickly bubbles up into a giggle. The next thing you know, the two of you are sharing a laugh, some of the tension dissolving from your shoulders.

You realize you’ve never heard his laugh before. It’s so pretty—like deep, smooth wind chimes. You chance a glance away from the road at him to see his smile, and god, is it breathtaking? You want to see him like this all of the time.

Oh god, are you developing a crush on him?

That can’t be, it’s pure lust you feel for him. Not actual feelings. That’s all. You shake the thoughts away and compose yourself, focusing back on the road.

“I think most guys think with their second heads,” you reply, and he huffs in amusement.

“Maybe. But there are some that think with their hearts, instead.”

You draw in a breath, looking at him again. He smiles earnestly at you this time, and it makes your heart feel twenty degrees hotter than the rest of your body.

“Yeah, there are,” you reply noncommittally, rushing to steer the subject away from where it’s headed. You won’t flirt with Suguru while your drunk boyfriend is passed out behind you. “So…what got you into music?”

He hums, giving you a look. “Curved me quick, didn’t you?”

Your face gets hot instantly at his tone. “No, well, I mean—”

“I’m teasing,” He chuckles softly. “I don’t mind. I got into it in high school. It’s a little bit of a sad thing, really—my family moved around a lot, so I never had the chance to make friends with anyone. I turned to music to cope with the loneliness.”

You nod understandingly, flitting your eyes to him for a moment before asking, “Why’d you move so much?”

Suguru looks at you for a moment before saying, “My mom was a single mother. Well, she was, after my father left us when I was eight. He was addicted to gambling and never did anything to help around the house, so she was my sole caretaker anyway. He was awful—but that’s a different story,” he laughs quietly. “Anyway, she had a boyfriend after that, and he turned out to be obsessive and weird, so we had to move. I left my only friend behind, then. Her ex-boyfriend followed us around and we had to keep moving, it was this whole thing…”

He trails off, leaning on his knuckles against the window. You reach a red stoplight and look at him again, noticing the far-away glint in his eyes.

Without thinking, you reach over to place your hand on his leg to comfort him, earning you an appreciative smile from him. He covers your hand with his own, giving it a gentle pulse, and it makes your heart flutter.

The light turns green, glow cast upon his moon-kissed skin, and you turn back to face the dash, retracting your hand.

“Uh,” you begin, trying to minimize the tension suddenly between the two of you. “That’s…”

“Sad, I know,” He shrugs. “But I’ve come to terms with it. He left us alone after I had my growth spurt and decided to confront him head-on.”

Your brows raise. “Yeah? Did you…fight?”

“He was waiting for us in front of our apartment building,” Suguru explains, “Mom and I saw him getting back from school, so I got out of the car and basically told him if he didn’t fuck off, I’d break his legs.”

“No way,” You reply, glancing at him incredulously. “You said that? You weren’t afraid he had a weapon?”

“I guess I didn’t care,” Suguru answers, “My whole life, I’d been running, and struggling. So I figured if it ended badly, it didn’t matter.”

“Hmm,” you hum in amusement. “So…he listened, then?”

“The punch I threw after he tried hitting me first was pretty persuasive.”

Your mouth drops in shock. “You punched him?”

“Yeah, I did,” He says in a laugh.

“Wow. I didn’t take you for the violent type.”

“Well, I’m not violent, per say—that was the only time I got to that point. I’m very patient. But it was worn thin, back then. I’d had enough, and it was wearing my mother down, especially. I wanted to protect her, and I’m glad I did. After that, we stopped moving, I finished high school, performed on my own, met some people including Miguel, Larue, and our former bassist, Sukuna, and the rest is history.”

You consider his words, nodding for a moment. “That makes sense. That’s good that things became somewhat normal, after that.”

He shifts in his seat. “You know…I guess that’s partly why I got so upset when I saw that guy bothering you.”

It’s like he commands the beat of your heart. As soon as he says that, you feel it start to pound in your chest.

“You’re protective.”

“I am,” He agrees. “I’m just glad I could do something.”

You flash him a grateful smile, the car continuing to coast along the road at a pleasant speed.

“I’ve talked enough about me,” He says. “Tell me about yourself.”

The change in topic pulls a laugh out of you. “That’s pretty broad. What do you want to know?”

“Well, you told me about what you do for work back at Choso's audition. I guess…hobbies? Favorite movie, show, color, food, season?”

You snort quietly, deciding to play along. “Okay…”

You proceed to list off the answers to his questions in order, smiling at the nod of approval he gives you. “I see. Hmm…tell me about your family. Are you close? Who are the most important people in your life?”

The question is so intimate, it makes you feel a bit self-conscious. Still, it’s also really flattering that he’s so genuinely interested in you, so you answer him truthfully.

As you divulge in what is essentially your own backstory, he nods and listens, only humming on occasion. It carries on for the duration of the car ride, ending with, “…and that’s how Choso and I got together. He’s one of the most important people in my life, for obvious reasons.”

“Huh, I see. That’s a sweet story,” He replies, “You know, he talks about you a lot. I can tell he really loves you. It’s like you’re the center of his universe.”

A rush of warmth fills your chest, and you glance into the rearview-mirror, smiling softly as he continues sleeping away, out like a light.

“I can’t blame him,” Suguru tells you. “I’d act the same way, if you were mine.”

He says it so casually, it takes a moment for you to remember yourself relative to the statement. As soon as you do, you also realize that you’re turning onto your street.

You try a lighthearted response. “Oh? Am I that special?”

“Yeah, you are.”

He says it so sincerely, there’s no room for jokes. You just sigh, pulling the car up to the curb in front of your place.

“This is it?” He asks, looking out of the window as you put it into park and take the key from the ignition.

“Yeah,” you answer, unbuckling and grabbing your bag, stepping out of the driver’s seat. “Come on, let’s get him up to bed.”

Suguru obeys, getting out of the car and moving to get your boyfriend.

He ducks to grab Choso’s arm, tugging him towards the door and bending his knees to pull him onto his back, draping him across. He holds onto his wrists to steady him, standing up straight with a labored huff.

You try desperately not to notice the strain of his muscles but you fail instantly. As he kicks the door closed gently, you take a deep breath, turning away to lock the car.

“Okay,” you say, “Follow me.”

The two of you head towards the destination, keeping quiet so as not to disturb neighbors. Soon, you get inside, and after you lock the front door closed, you lead Suguru to your bedroom, where he eases Choso off of his back. Your boyfriend goes limply, laying facing up.

“Thanks,” you tell Suguru. “I’ll clean him up a little. Wait for me in the living room?”

Suguru gives you a smile. “I’ll be there.”

With that, he exits the room, leaving you to take care of Choso. You turn to look at your boyfriend, deciding to deal with his shoes first. After that, you ease into a rhythm, getting him out of his socks and pants.

Next, you take his hair from their ties, massaging the top of his head to relieve some of the strain. He grumbles in his sleep, leaning into your touch, and your gaze softens.

His eyelashes flutter, and then he’s blinking them open.

“Hey,” you greet quietly, “We’re home now. Suguru helped me get you here.”

He sniffles, groaning before he speaks gravely, “I feel like death.”

“That’s the last time you get hammered, Chos’,” you sigh, and he nods deliriously.

“…won’t ‘nymore,” he croaks, and you lean down, pecking his forehead. The furrow in his brow smoothes out, and within a minute, his breathing turns even and he’s asleep once more.

You sigh, deciding to just clean his makeup off—if he wakes up again, he can properly get under the covers himself. Moving to the bathroom, you grab a makeup wipe and wet a washcloth with warm water, padding back into your room to clean your boyfriend’s face up.

Once it’s free of sweat and eyeliner streaks, you throw the wipe away and toss the cloth into your hamper, taking a moment to gaze at your boyfriend from near the door.

What he’d said earlier returns to you. Wanting children with you—was he really being serious? It just doesn't seem feasible. He’s about to take off with the band. If you got pregnant now, you’d basically be a single mother. You wouldn’t be able to go everywhere with him. The kids would only see him when he’s not busy. Is that a life that you want? One where he gets to go off and be some famous star, and you stay home and take care of the kids?

You sigh. It sounds so nineteen-fifties-nuclear-family. Maybe kids would be nice, but with the lifestyle you two are about to live, it changes things. You don’t know if that’s what you want for yourself, and up until tonight, you had no clue Choso was even considering kids like that. Until you can talk sober, there’s no point in ruminating on it, you suppose. You’ll just have to be honest with your uncertainty when the conversation comes up.

All you know for sure is that you love him, and that he loves you. Anything else between you, the two of you can work out.

With that, you decide to table the thoughts for now so that you can wrap the night up with Suguru. You reach into your pocket, checking the time, way past midnight. You’re not going to drive Suguru all the way back to his car where it is at the venue. You’re tired and it’s pretty far away. Making him call a ride service sounds wrong, too. He could stay the night, right? That’s fine. You could set him up on the couch with blankets and a pillow. There are extra toiletries in the bathroom you have in the hall.

Taking a breath, you grab the blanket from the foot of your bed as well as a pillow from your side before exiting the bedroom, closing the door behind you.

You walk down the hall and find him near the bookshelf you have stacked with CDs, records, and cassettes. ‘Acquainted’ by The Weeknd is playing at a low volume on the stereo on the table beside it. He hears you walk in and turns to face you, a chuckle leaving his lips once he takes in the sight of the items in your hands.

“Are we having a sleepover?” He grins, watching you put them down on the couch.

“Well, I figured it was too late anyway. You can just stay here for the night—we have a bathroom with extra stuff in the hall, you can use any of the things there,” You say.

“Really? Do you guys have a lot of guests?”

“Not a lot, just, Choso has a lot of brothers and especially his youngest stays over sometimes, forgets things,” you shrug.

“Ah, I see,” he nods, then gestures to your music collection. “You have really good taste.”

You snort. “Thanks. Half of it’s Choso’s, but I guess we have pretty similar preferences.”

“Yeah? All the time?”

“Like, in general? Or with music?”

“In general.”

You shift on your feet. “Well, a lot, anyways.”

Suguru hums, folding his arms across his chest, seeming to consider something. “Why didn’t you dance tonight?”

You aren’t expecting the question, so when he asks, you sort of flounder for a second.

“Well,” you begin, “It’s not really Choso’s thing, and I don’t mind, so we just didn’t.”

“You don’t mind?” He asks, “But…you would have liked to?”

How can he see through you like that?

“Sort of…”

He clicks a button on the stereo, and the song starts over. He turns the volume up slightly next.

“You seemed like you were missing out tonight,” Suguru says as he walks towards you, crossing the room quickly. “It was a shame Choso wasn’t dancing with you.”

He sidles up to your front, smiling at you warmly.

“Dance with me.”

You draw in a breath, the feelings you have for him that you’ve suppressed in order to take care of Choso coming back tenfold. Like this, you become aware of just how close you two are, in a room all alone together, Choso out cold in bed. The potential is maddening. Still…it’s not a good idea.

“I don’t know…”

“It’s just a dance,” shrugs Suguru, that damn smirk he makes good use of drawn up over his lips again. “I can tell you want to. Please? You’ve had to deal with a drunk creep and then a hammered boyfriend. Just have some fun with me before bed.”

Have some fun with me before bed. That’s going to be the new one-liner for your fantasies later, you’re absolutely sure of it.

You gaze at Suguru’s face, eyes sincere and kind. How can you refuse? He’s right. You want to dance with him.

You should have some fun—it’s innocent enough. Just a dance. It should be fine.

“Okay,” you nod, and he grins at you, taking your hand and leading you to the center of the living room. His hands find your waist, pulling you so close you have no choice but to rest your palms on his chest. You share the same air, now.

“I saw you getting jealous back there,” Suguru says softly, the two of you moving to the beat slowly.

“Jealous?”

“When I was dancing with the girl,” He replies, eyeing you mirthfully. “The truth is, I wanted to make you jealous.”

You swear your heart slams against your ribcage. Heat floods your system at the words, made worse when he pulls you against him, your fronts pressed together. You can feel him everywhere and it’s short-circuiting your brain.

“Well, you were successful.”

He chuckles lowly and you swear it vibrates in your own ribcage like thunder.

“I want you to know, you’re the only one I want.”

Your breath stutters on its way out. How can he continue to say things like that to you?

“Suguru…”

“You can feel it, can’t you?” He asks, “The potential between us?”

You force yourself to breathe, barely paying attention to your dancing now. His eyes are reaching into your soul. You thank your past self for deciding not to drink, because if you had, you’d have probably kissed him by now. Instead, you cling to your wits.

“I’m not going to hurt him. You know I love him, Suguru.”

“I know,” he agrees, “But I still want you.”

“You shouldn’t,” you say, feeling your resolve start to crumble. He’s right here. Touching you, breathing the same air—you could give in right now and have him on the couch. You could finally answer all of the questions you have about what he’s like, what you’d be like getting intimate with him…

He searches your eyes while you let your thoughts run wild. “Push me away if you don’t want this.”

Confused, you furrow your brows. “What?”

But he doesn’t give a verbal response. He just leans in, pressing his nose to yours. That’s when you realize that he’s moving to kiss you. Your breath hitches as his top lip brushes against yours, hot air fanning over your mouth—

You have a boyfriend, for fucks’ sake, you need to stop.

By the grace of your willpower, you turn around at the last second, facing your back to his front. His hands stay on your waist, lips finding your ear as he corrects his position.

“We both know you want me too.” It’s said under his breath, deeply, and your eyes flutter shut as your movements to the music become less rhythmic and more sensual. He's barely fazed by the way you had dodged him.

“Just dance with me,” you tell him in hopes of distracting him, covering his hands with your own. He leans his head against yours, sighing beside you.

“I think I‘ll show you what she was talking about.”

You’re perplexed for a second before he presses himself flush into you, the outline of his member bluntly felt against your body. You shudder—she was right. He does feel big. That time in his kitchen wasn’t an exaggeration after all.

“Fuck,” you swear under your breath, and he slides his hands from your waist to your hips, then back up. The touch automates a response from your own body. You grind back on him, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you feel even more of him. He responds by squeezing your waist, stamping a peck to your ear. He feels firmer; his body is reacting to yours and the notion makes you dizzy.

You shiver, leaning away as he plants more chaste kisses along the line of your jaw, giving him more room.

Maybe it’s the late hour making your judgment waver, but lust starts possessing you like an eager demon, and when he gently guides you to turn back around, his lips ghosting over yours—

"I love you so much." Choso's voice echoes in your mind suddenly, like a flare in the dark.

Abruptly, you pull away, cutting the passionate exchange short and putting distance between the two of you. It’s like your head suddenly reattaches to your body.

You feel your heart breaking—how could you do this?

Choso had just been gushing about you earlier, proclaiming his love for you and wanting kids with tears streaking down his face, and here you are, so close to giving in to some sort of fucked up lust for his bandmate.

Suguru sees the anguish on your face and speaks up.

“It was me. I’m sorry. I pushed and got carried away,” he sucks in a breath, running a hand through his hair. “I…I know I’m probably not welcome here anymo—”

“I’m going to bed,” you choose to say, looking away. “Just stay the night. Choso…can take you back tomorrow.”

The room is silent for a moment save for the music, deathly still, tension so thick one could cut through it.

Suguru says your name, and you meet his eyes, so many mixed emotions swirling inside of you. Regret, desire, sadness, longing, disappointment in yourself—it’s too much.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you. Forgive me, please.”

You don’t even know what to say. You can’t believe you almost did that.

“I didn’t mean to make things—”

“Well, what did you mean to do?” You lash out, surprising even yourself. You’re upset, mostly with your own actions, but rationality is no longer a factor here. “I told you I wouldn’t cheat, and you keep pushing.”

He frowns. “I know. It’s my fault—I’m sorry.”

Neither of you move, and it feels like a sort of stand-off. He eyes you for a moment before sighing, brushing his hair back.

“He deserves you. I don’t,” he tells you, pain in his gaze. “I won’t do anything like that again, I’m okay with just being friends with you. Can we?”

You do think he’s cool, and he’s kind to you, as well. He protected you at the concert tonight along with your boyfriend. He bore his soul to you in the car, and you feel like the two of you really would be great friends, if it weren’t for the mess of confusing feelings you’ve tangled each other in.

You know having him around will always cause problems. You’re always going to want him, and he’s always going to want you. At some point you both will cross even more lines you shouldn’t, and your relationship as well as the band will get caught in the crossfire. You can’t let that happen.

“I’m sorry, Suguru,” you sigh heavily, “But we shouldn’t see each other again. You know it’s not a good idea.”

His face falls even further, and it shatters the already fragmented pieces of your heart. “But, I don’t want to lose you.”

It stings. But you need to drive the point home. You can’t lose Choso—he’s your boyfriend, not Suguru.

“You can’t lose what you don’t have.”

You know that it lands exactly where it needs to—you’ve never seen a man break before, but the way he just crumbles before you in his eyes makes you feel even worse than you already do.

“I’m sorry. Just…sorry.”

With that, you turn and walk up your hallway, entering the bedroom you share with your boyfriend. You couldn’t bear to stay in that room with the aftermath of your mistakes any longer. The door shuts behind you and you lock it, feeling a lump form in your throat.

Choso is still completely comatose, breathing heavily, and you walk over to him and soothe hair from his face. The tears finally spill down your cheeks, a million apologies fused into each one of them. You want the ground to just swallow you up so that Choso doesn’t have to be with someone so unfaithful and untrustworthy. You let Suguru touch you, and you almost kissed him twice. Choso would never do that to you with someone else, how could you do it to him?

You don’t know where things will go from here. Will you tell him? Will you keep it a secret? Lying to him forever can’t be good—but can you be brave enough to tell him the truth? Could you bear it if he leaves?

There’s so many thoughts in your head, so much self-deprecation you feel sick.

“I love you, Chos’,” you murmur, placing a kiss on his brow. His lips curl up in a gentle smile, and it makes you feel all sorts of wrong. Even in sleep, he loves you completely. You abused that tonight, and there’s no mitigating that.

Without a doubt, you know that you’re in for a very long, sleepless night.

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Chapter Seven

Rocket Queen

wc: 2800

smut warning

The one y’all been waiting for lmao

The anticipation of seeing Slash again was completely palpable. You bee lined your way to the stage door. A familiar sight of a dark alleyway surrounded by shady figures. But this time you felt less….afraid. All you could think about was him. You felt brave enough to let yourself in the stage door after a random crew member leaves and you slip your way inside. The backstage was a dark seedy cavern of chaos and crewmen. You feel a large heavy grip on your shoulder. You turn around hoping it’s him but are disappointed to see a large intimidating bouncer. “No groupies back here girl. “ he bellows. “It’s cool she’s with me.” A voice says from behind him. The bouncer doesn’t care much to verify that and walks away. “Looks like you found your own way in then.” He smirks as he approaches you. He’s almost stunned and takes a second to examine your obvious style change. His eyes eat up your body from head to toe and you blush. You pull nervously at the edge of your mini dress. Almost confident but not quite. “Look at you Foxey…” He says quietly eyeing you. As much as you want to be simply eye candy, you want to get to the bottom of his query of inviting you tonight. You nervously cross your arms. “So….you called…” you start

“I called.” He confirms cheekily, still eyeing you.

You shift anxiously. “ ….so?”

“So?” He replied again even cheekier.

“Soooo- is there something you wanted to tell me or?” You pry, desperate for answers.

“Does there have to be something to say? Cant a guy just want to see a pretty girl?” He replies boldly smirking down at you as he walks closer.

You nervously look around the two of you to confirm no one is witnessing this private moment.

“Follow me.” He turns sharply and heads to the back of the stage. This backstage was different. It was larger and had rooms. Private dressing rooms. While not fancy by any means. You follow discreetly behind him into a main sitting area where the rest of the band was passing around a bottle of whiskey. You join them. Slash taking a widespread seat on the couch and pulls you on his lap. This time, less layers of clothing lie between you and him. You could feel him underneath you. Hard.

Knowing and feeling this gave you a jolt of electricity and heat in the pit of your stomach. Did you sitting on his lap feel good to him?

“Our groupie returns!” Axl proclaims excitedly. “Fuck you.” Slash laughs. “Oh Right boys, this is slashes special toy, don’t be messin with her now or Slash will kill you in your sleep!” They joke. You wonder if they are at all serious. Special toy?

Slash snakes his arm around your waist from behind and holds you on him. This touch gives you butterflies. You need more of this, of his touch. As the conversation peters onward you can’t help but want things to go in a different direction. You start making small adjustments on his lap, slight shifts in movement that gave friction to him. You can tell it startled him in a good way and he tightens his grasp around your waist in response. He felt good underneath you like this. While you had never been sexual with a man before, all of this felt and flowed naturally for you.

You got more brave and decided to start tracing the denim seam on the outside hip of his jeans. A simple yet effective choice. You wanted him to know what you wanted but were too shy to say. What you’ve been wanting. The rest of the group too drunk or pumped up to notice or care, the backstage lights low gave way to much more freedom in the low light. As the conversation loudly carried on, the two of you slip into your own exchange. He leans you back on him so that his mouth is next to your ear. His warm, cigarette flavored breath heavy on your ear as he whispered to you. “Need something Foxey?” He whispers sultry. His words and cadence makes you weak. A feeling of warmth between your legs as his words warmed your ear. You can’t help but smile mischievously. Torn between the nerves of having never gone to such sexual lengths with a guy before and the animalistic ferocity that was taking you by storm.

You look to him. He looks at you with a bloodthirsty gaze. The two of you in a mutual agreement of sorts. He returns back into the conversation at hand. His hand wrapped at your waist begins drawing little circles in the side of your dress. Casual to any outside but agonizing to you. His reply in this little game. The group is getting up to go somewhere. “We’re gonna hit, you coming?” They ask as they all round up to visit the bathroom together. “We’re gonna hang back.” Slash says. Once they file out of sight it takes Slash all of one second to get off the couch and lifts you up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You let out a yelp of delight. “Slash!” You chirp as you laugh. Now what?

Slash doesn’t respond and proceeds to carry you down a dark hallway into a small dingy dressing room. He locks the door and as soon as he sets you down you’re up off your feet again and pressed up against the door by Slash. He lifts you up and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. “Slash!” You giggle again. Slash roughly presses his lips against yours. Sparks fly again. Harder now. His curls hiding your face into his in a little curtain. You melt into him. His touch is addictive. The way he holds you like your going to get away but that’s the last thing you want. He towers over you, cradling you entirely in his grip like it’s nothing. His hands grip your ass hard and he lets out a heavy breath against your lips. “You know how long I’ve wanted you?” He growls. The two of you fall desperately deeper into the kiss. His wet tongue dominates your lips and slides its way into you. He tastes so good. One of his large hands slides it’s way up from your bottom to your waist, and then up your side and finally, hugging over your breast. You let out a soft moan of pleasure. Something he had been imagining in his own head for some time. How you looked, how you sounded…He smiles viciously. “God I need you to do that again for me sweetheart.” He pants out in a frenzy and gives your breast another loving squeeze to which you oblige another soft moan out into his lips. He smirks again.

He shifts away from the door and carrys you over to a beaten down futon in the dressing room. Setting you down roughly. As he sets you down he stays low and comes to his knees, yet met you at your height sitting down. His large hands rested heavily on both your hips, he kisses you and then works his way with his lips and his hands down your chest, to your stomach, his hands slipping down your thighs, he firmly prys open your legs but for some reason, maybe due to the pure foreign nature of the action you reflex and slightly close them accidentally. This takes him aback and he looks up to you with a devilish grin turned concern. “What is it Foxey?” He asks while pecking sweet kisses on your knees. “Oh - sorry I don’t know why I - I - go ahead I-“ you stumble to find remedy. Slash looks at you in a total realization. “Foxey…have you ever…?” He asks. You shake your head shamefully. “Oh Foxey…” He coos sweetly and lowly. “Let me show you baby.” He continues without further conversation. You didn’t need convincing but hearing that helped you relax again and your body surrenders to his touch. He continues on and prys your legs open gently. It takes him all his strength to not completely devour you so quickly. He smooths his rough muscular hands up your inner thighs, mirror one another’s movement. He hikes your dress up further. Speckling sloppy wet kisses across your waistband and over the top of your panties. He looks up at you through a curtain of dark curls to watch you. “ I’m gonna make you feel so good baby, I just need you to do one thing for me.” He whispers and he slides down your panties and discards them. The cool air hitting you. “Yes Slash?” You ask with a breathy desperation. He smiles at your eagerness. “ I need you to moan for me baby.” He says and slides a finger inside of you effortlessly with the already slick wetness that had accumulated down there. You let out a soft gasp and moan. “Oh god!” You gasp. He smiles. “Good girl.” He smirks with barely an ounce of morality at his deflowering. He begins pumping his finger inside you. You feel something cold and realize it’s the finger with the snake ring. He never took it off. Nevermind that now. Pleasure swayed within you echoing through with each gentle pump inside you with his finger. “I wanna hear you baby.” He whispers desperate to hear your moans and adds a second finger. It only hurts for a moment but the pain turns to pure pleasure. He’s not hard with it, just soft gentle pumps into you like he’s fingering a guitar. You let out another moan. He exits you with a grin and climbs up to you, leaning you back onto the couch. He brings his wet fingers to your mouth. “Open up Foxey.” You obey his sweet command and he sticks his fingers into your mouth softly. “Suck” He commands in a low gravelly tone. His eyes piercing you as he watches through darkened eyes. You obey again. “You taste so good huh.” He affirms. This seemingly strange action gave you coils of hot sparks through you. You keep eye contact with him while you wrap your tongue around his fingers and suck generously. He returns to you below and this time flattens his tongue across your lips in one long broad stroke. You throw your head back again and let out a moan of surprise and pleasure. “Slash.” You moan.

Your voice moaning out his name drove him to his limit. He stood up and unbuckled his jeans. You take off your jacket and hike your dress up further. Need more of him. “I want you inside me. Please.” You blurt out in a breath. As if you even had to ask. He smirks devilishly at your admittance. “Just do it just go.” You beg. You’ve never wanted anything more. He pulls your towards him with your legs wrapped around him . In an instant you feel him push into you. Pain and pleasure spark out of you. “Fuck” You moan out. He lets out a sharp breathy groan and throws his head back and pushes his hair back although it falls back over him immediately. “You feel so fucking good Foxey girl.” He groans out. He slowly begins pumping in and out of you. Watching for signs of displeasure from you but all you feel is ecstasy. He throws his shirt off, exposing his sweaty happy trail to which you could now finally see where it led to and it was in-fact- happiness. His abdomen glistening again with sweaty specks. He looked so good on top of you. Thrusting into you faster and faster. He leans down and cradles your head in his hand while holding himself up with the other he rests it forehead atop yours as the frequency increases bigger and bigger. The two of you moan in harmonious rhythms, he rocks his hips into you. This incredible dance of rough and romance. His moans sound so pretty. His curls swayed with every thrust into you.

You both pant heavily into each others faces as knots of pleasure twist inside both of you. “Here.” He pants out like a dog and reaches his fingers down over your clit. The added stimulation sending lightning strikes down your legs. You start to feel yourself tensing up and be did too. “Slash-“ You pant out softly. “I-“ you don’t succeed in your speaking before stars are spinning through you. “Oh fuck-“ You cry out. He cradles your head through it and watches you squirm underneath him in pleasure. You dig your nails into his back. He doesn’t stop. As you begin to descend slightly, the sight of you underneath him. Everything. You, the way you moaned his name, the way you dressed, the way you looked, spoke, laughed, walked. All of his deep seeded infatuations with you built up finally coming to a grand release. He lets out a concealed rough grunt and quickly exits you as white hot spurts out over your legs. Still dizzied with pleasure, you watch. He finally halts and slightly collapses himself onto you. The two of you stay silent, staring into one another’s eyes, catching your breath. You had never felt so connected to something in your life like him, like this.

“What’d you think Foxey?” He asks smirking arrogantly. You blush as you come to your senses. Slightly embarrassed by the scene you made. “It was..so good.” You grin. This makes him happy and he comes back down to you and gives you a hot exhausted kiss. “God I could kill for a cigarette right now” you laugh at that sentence coming from your own mouth. He laughs and gets up. Before his pants are even fully buckled he’s got a lit cigarette in between his lips again and passes it to you, you take a big inhale and total cool bathed your entirety. You stay half naked lying down, staring at him and the smoke leaving your lips. “Do you think anyone heard that?” You ask him. To which he chuckles - “probably.”

You smirk. “ Good.”

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Gretchen Wieners is 100% Queer: An Analysis

Spoilers for the 2024 Movie!!!!

Analysis under cut!!!

Exhibit A: Her One-sided Crush on Regina

Her solo song (What's Wrong With Me) is very much just a love song. The lyrics are very much blaming herself for her just because she loves Regina too much to blame her. It's a song of unrequited love, and how she is fully aware she's being used. But she won't do anything because it's the Regina George.

If you're still unconvinced, here are the lyrics of Gretchen's song compared to Aaron's (Regina's ex boyfriend) song:

Gretchen:

Aaron:

As you can see, the lyrics are very similar. Aaron sticks to Regina because he actually likes her and wants to impress her. Guess what Gretchen also does...

Not only are these musical numbers back to back on the soundtrack, they are about the same person and their relationship with the singer. This could be pure coincidence but I do have other points to make besides the songs.

Such as this scene:

In the actual show, Gretchen is actually flattered by what Regina said. And she actually takes it to heart. The only reason why she told Regina about Cady's crush on Aaron was because she was slowly replacing her, and she got jealous.

Exhibit B: Jason Weems

Before we start, this is about their toxic relationship which I do not support and I'm only using for an example. And if you try to argue that they aren't toxic and are just a couple that has a lot of playful banter. The 2024 movie changes her love interest as she sees Jason as sleezy.

Gretchen likes Jason in the movie and that goes for the rest of the adaptations by Tina Fey.

But why?

Jason always cheats on her and hits on any girl he sees. Yet Gretchen keeps going back to him. It's assumed that he only does this to make Gretchen jealous. But he already has her wrapped around his finger, so why bother. Maybe he's just good at pleasing her, but that's not the case.

In a deleted scene in 2004 Mean Girls, Karen and Gretchen have a conversation about Jason. Gretchen saying it's 'the night for [her] and Jason' for Karen to say that they've already done it twice. But Gretchen says that tonight she's going to 'like it'.

This means, the two other times they've had sexual interactions she didn't like having it with him. And why she didnt like it goes unexplained. This ties back to Regina. Like Regina, Jason ignores Gretchen a lot. Much as far as to step over her at Cady's party in the movie when she falls to the floor while drunk. Yet Gretchen still craves attention from him and expects calls and texts back.

She has only shown this behavior toward Jason and two other character. Those characters are Regina and Cady. She yearns for Regina's attention while she's queen bee. When she and Karen go to another room, Gretchen asks to be let in. This leads to the 'What's Wrong With Me' musical number. She loves being with Regina and treasures every little interaction, even if it's through a door.

Now, when Cady is queen bee, she does the same thing. She asks her to make plans so they can hang out. And when she refuses, she uses Cady's crush (Aaron) as a reason to make plans. She's desperate to hang out with Cady and is at her every beck and call.

This could just be Gretchen sucking up to authority, but it's still very similar to how she is with Jason, her on-and-off boyfriend.

Exhibit C: Her Questionable Relationship With Karen

In every adaptation, Gretchen seems to always have a positive relationship with Karen. Which is the only character within the Mean Girls universe she has a positive relationship with (unless you count the Walmart ads as lore and consider her husband to be a character). They have many scenes to the point that TV Tropes considers them to be 'Heterosexual Life-Partners'.

Link:

But from what we know, the two don't have a set love interest. Unlike Cady and Regina who are Betty and Veronica to Aaron's Archie. Their onscreen relationships go as follows from the movie-musical-movie musical

Gretchen: Jason (movie), no one (musical), Kevin (movie musical)

Karen: Seth (kind of), no one, unnamed theater boy

These two do not have a set relationship with boys. Guess which other character this applies to.

Janis Ian or any other variation of her last name.

Janis was only written as straight once. In the 2004 movie with Kevin G. The other adaptations however...

In the musical, her sexuality is left ambiguous but she's single by the start and end of it. And BWW, her Broadway actress, says that she played Janis as queer. Then in the 2024 movie, she's a canonical lesbian and takes her girlfriend to Spring Fling. Meaning that Janis' relationship adaptations looks like this:

Janis: Kevin, no one, unnamed girlfriend

This is very similar to Gretchen and Karen's adaptations relationships. And when we consider how Tina wrote most of these adaptations we can conclude that Janis was at least queer when she first wrote her. And the same should go for Gretchen and Karen.

And the musical and 2024 movie put some interesting moments between them.

This isn't even the half of it, I've heard they've done a gay thigh touch in some productions.

Mind you, the second photo was during Spring Fling after dumping Jason.

As you can see they don't exactly have a straight relationship. Not to say they both are gay and should have been canon in the 2024 movie hahahahaha.. But the two have very obvious chemistry and love each other. Whether platonic or romantic.

And in an interview, Avantika, Karen's 2024 actress, says that Karen is pansexual. And from this analysis, we can say that at the very least Gretchen is some form of queer. Whether it's bi, pan, unlabeled, or even if you headcanon her as lesbian and think of Jason as her beard.

At the end of the day, it's your decision to believe me or not. But it is 3:09 right now (sorry for any typos), and I've been meaning to make this post ever since I saw the 2024 movie in theaters.

Remember, this is all analysis through a queer lens. You can still think of her as straight, or think of the adaptations having different sexuality. I don't want to force what I think onto anyone that they don't believe in. This is just a post by a silly gay person.

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wooahaeproductions · 8 months

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A Fire in Every Kiss (NCT Yuta)

Nakamoto Yuta x Female Reader

Genre: smut, a hint of fluff, established relationship

Word Count: 815

Warnings: making out, a little oral (female receiving), semi public sex (car), unprotected sex

Rating: 18+

A/N: Hi there Sar @drunk-on-hwa ! It’s been a while since I’ve written Yuta and I had fun with this. I hope you like it as much as I do ☺️ Special thanks to Jasper @starlitmark for making sure this didn’t suck 💕 ~Bee

Part of The Kissing Booth drabbles

You had been together with your boyfriend, Yuta for over a year and surprisingly, the flames were still going as strong as it had when you first got together. So, it wasn’t that out of the ordinary for the two of you to find yourself getting steamy in the car when Yuta had parked it at an overlook to enjoy the night sky with you.

Yuta’s arms reached over the center console and his hands were buried in the hair at the nape of your neck as he kissed you. Your own rested on his thighs, resisting the urge to squeeze them. Yuta’s kisses were getting longer, deeper as the two of you kept making out, kindling embers in your veins.

After what seemed like an eternity but also like a split second, Yuta pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours as the two of you gasped for breath. A smirk graced his lips before he spoke. “How about we continue this in the backseat?” he asked, his head tilting toward slightly worn leather seats behind him. He had barely finished his sentence before you were nodding enthusiastically.

Each of you had gotten out of the car and walked to the back doors of the car before getting in the backseat. Luckily there was no one around at this time of night, so you didn’t look too awkward. You got in and scooted backwards, resting your head on the elbow rest on the door behind you. Yuta appeared over you, resting his arms on the seat on either side of you so that he didn’t immediately crush you with his body weight. “Is this okay?” he asked, making sure you were comfortable before going any further.

“More than okay,” you said, laughing lightly.

“Okay,” he responded, covering your mouth with his once more in a sweet kiss.

The warmth in your belly from your make out with Yuta earlier barely had a chance to cool down before it was being ramped up again. Your hands found their way under his shirt as he kissed you, fingers running over his shoulder blades before you moved them to his front and lightly caressed his hip bone at the edge of his jeans.

He let out a hiss in pleasure. You knew the right spots to touch to increase his excitement and you knew it was working when you felt his bulge pressing against your thigh through his jeans. This prompted him to tug at the hem of your shirt and you lifted your arms so that he could pull it off of you. A few moments later, he had rid himself of his own shirt.

There were times where you took your time with each other, exploring each other's body even though you had memorized each other countless times. There were times where things were hot and fast, and that’s exactly where things were headed tonight. Before you knew it, you both had lost the rest of your clothes and underwear, leaving you bare in front of each other. Yuta ran his hands over you, leaving your skin heated in their wake.

Yuta brought his face between your legs and licked at your folds, noting how wet you were for him. “Already?” he asked, the vibrations from his laugh jolting through you.

“Our makeout session was pretty intense,” you responded, your words being swallowed when Yuta put his entire mouth on your sensitive bud. Your fingernails clawed at the seat as he continued to suck. You were getting needy for his length by the time he pulled away. “Yuta,” you whined. It was all you needed to say for him to understand and position himself over you again, his tip lightly brushing at your core.

He paused for a moment to make sure you were ready for him and slowly pushed into you. You moaned at the feeling of him filling you up. He started pumping slowly at first to make sure not to hurt you but then picked up the pace. Moans echoed in the car as Yuta fucked into you, fast and hard. The warmth on your skin from earlier was spreading slowly through your body as the coil in your stomach got tighter. “Right there,” you said and Yuta continued to hit your sweet spot.

“I’m getting close,” Yuta whispered in your ear and you thought you would lose it right then and there. His hips met yours a few more times and finally he stilled within you. He leaned forward to capture your mouth, kissing you fervently as he painted your insides with his cum. The tightness in your belly snapped right after him and you could have sworn your whole body was alight as you shook from the high.

Whether it was sex or just a kiss, the passion Yuta had with you never failed to set your soul on fire.

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talesofesther · 1 year

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rockstar's lucky charm

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie will have his first bigger show with his band, and you try to ease his nerves.

Requested by anon: Elo! Can I request Eddie with either, "looking for them in a crowd" or " holding hands and that's all they can think of" from the [what are we? moment] Prompts? Please.

A/N: A cute little thing for our favorite rockstar, prompt taken from this list. This story is an extra piece of this series.

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The Hideout was buzzing with life, it was by no means an award-winning crowd, but for a bar that rarely held more than twenty people on a Friday night, the sixty or so it held tonight, was a lot. After the overdue remodeling, the offer of half-priced drinks attracted people like bees to honey.

Eddie was crawling with nerves, his skin felt hot even in the sleeveless Metallica shirt he was wearing. Corroded Coffin was the chosen band to entertain the unusual crowd, by far the best one among the few that offered to play for the night. However, for someone used to playing for just a few drunks, these many people were overly intimidating.

The backstage was not luxurious, just an improvised wooden room filled with boys tuning their instruments. The cheap yellow lights reflected in the burgundy of Eddie's guitar, he sat with his sweetheart on his lap, stroking the cords gently, his knee incessantly bouncing up and down until a gentle touch calmed him.

You crouched beside Eddie, resting one hand on his thigh and giving him the cup of water with the other.

"Thank you, angel," Eddie said quietly, gulping down the water as if it would evaporate if he wasn't fast enough.

Your thumb caressed the black denim of his pants, "try to relax, you guys will do great, just like you always do," you hoped the tranquility in your tone would rub off on him.

Eddie tried to smile, the dark eyeliner you applied on him earlier accentuated the chocolate brown of his eyes. He took your hand and gave a kiss to your knuckles; "as pumped as I am to be playing for more people, you'll always be my favorite crowd."

Eddie the charmer. You chuckled, at least if he was making the usual witty remark, it meant he was more at ease. You stood up and cupped his cheeks with both hands, fingertips disappearing between his wild, dark curls; he looked up at you, one ring-clad hand holding onto your knee as his cheeks flushed with his smile. Eddie closed his eyes and let out a tiny breath of bliss when you kissed his forehead.

"I'll be right there watching, cheering the loudest for you." You told him truthfully, fluffing his hair with your hands one last time before you walked out to stand amidst the crowd and watch his band.

Just as you predicted, Eddie was flawless, as was the rest of the band. He played his guitar as if it was an extension of his body, banging his head and walking around that stage with the dexterity of a cat; the cheap colorful lights shone down on him, his forehead shining with sweat as his curls clung to it; the louder the crowd cheered, the bigger his smile got. Eddie was in his element, and it was mesmerizing.

More times than you could count, he'd find you between all those people with ease. His eyes would meet yours and he'd grin all sweet and pretty, blowing a kiss your way as if you were the main attraction and he was the lovesick fan. Every time, your stomach fluttered and you fell more in love with him, if it was even possible.

To anyone watching him on stage, with his dark clothes and makeup, raging guitar solos, rings and chains; they'd never guess he was the softest boy in your hands.

The show ended with a bang, everyone cheering and asking for seconds. After thanking everyone and plugging in the invite for their weekly gig, Eddie quickly hugged each of his bandmates and safely stashed away his sweetheart before escaping the backstage chatter and squeezing his way through the crowd.

Eddie didn't know what to do with himself when, as he walked amongst the people in search of you, he was met with pats on his shoulder and praises on how they played. It was a different feeling, being on the receiving end of so many compliments instead of insults; it got his cheeks hurting with how much he smiled.

But Eddie was a man on a mission, his eyes roamed over each face in the dimmed bar, until he finally spotted the one who got his heart doing somersaults. You stood out as soon as he saw you, like a speck of gold in a river full of rocks.

You were searching for him too, slowly making your way to the backstage doors, two drinks in hand.

Biting his lip to contain a cheeky grin, Eddie sneaked his way behind you. With a quick move, he circled both his arms around your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest with a tight grip; his lips instantly met the skin under your ear and on your cheek as he peppered kisses all over.

You yelped as soon as you felt your body being tugged backward, steadying your arms so as to not spill the drinks — only a few drops landed on your fingers. Your muscles tensed for barely a second, just until you felt his hair tickling the back of your neck and his plush lips on the curve of your smile.

"Eddie, careful," you chuckled, "gonna make me spill everything."

"Can't I hold my girl?" Eddie mumbled against your ear, breath hot on your skin, "my lucky charm?"

Turning around in his hold so you could face him, you raised an eyebrow; "you can, just not when she's holding drinks." You handed him one of the drinks and took your chance to see him. Little bits of his fringe still stuck to his forehead, his eyeliner was just a tad smudged, his cheeks were flushed from the exertion, alabaster skin and doe eyes glistening slightly under the lights and blending beautifully with the dark ink of his tattoos and the black of his clothes; Eddie looked magical, like something straight out of your favorite fantasy book.

"What if I can't contain myself?" He hummed, leaning in to peck your lips once, twice, then one more time before you pulled back and left him to chase after you.

"You were amazing by the way," you just had to say, your free hand coming up to tame his hair behind his ear a little, "knew you would be."

"It's 'cause of you," Eddie's nose brushed yours, uncaring of the people around you, "make it all better."

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tr0p1cal · 7 months

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buy me a drink first smau

twenty six - happy🖍

⇨ after asking and asking, Changbin finally gets to perform at the local cafes “underground”, a bar and hot spot for the college kids in The Stars basement. After his performance a stranger brings him a drink and they continue to after every show going forward. Little did they know what that kind gesture would get them in to.

general warnings: sexual themes and language, cussing, mentions and consumption of alcohol

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The room was quiet and still, something that didn’t seem to happen often with your friends.

Chan, Felix, and Han had made their way into Chan’s room for the night, but you complained you were too tired to move. You were content on the couch with Changbin snuggled into you.

The feeling of being close to him was everything you longed for ever since that eventful night weeks back. The two of you hadn’t talked much about your drunken night together, and you were okay with that. There wasn’t much to say about it at the end of the day, but it still somehow felt heavy in your mind.

Your whole relationship with Changbin felt like one misunderstanding after another, and thinking back on it, that’s exactly what it was. A small laugh escaped you as you thought back fondly at your time together.

Changbin shifted in your arms, moving to look at you. “What’s on that pretty mind of yours that’s got you laughing all cute like that?” He asked with a soft smile.

You looked back at him and returned the smile. “You.”

“Oh really? What about me?” He teased, a playful grin replacing his cute smile.

“Just you.” You shrugged. “Everything that’s happened since we met, and hopefully all that’s to come. I think I really like you.” The last part was muffled as you buried your head in his neck.

“I know I really like you, Bee. I think I’ve liked you since before we even officially met. It’s always been you for me. From the first time I saw you in our music classes, to this moment right now.” He tried to shift away to look at you again, but you wouldn’t let him.

“I don’t know how I didn’t notice you sooner. Genuinely when I noticed you for the first time I thought you were new or something. Turns out you were my best friend’s other best friend.” You sighed into his skin, feeling him shiver at the sensation.

“Can you look at me?” He asked in a soft voice.

You slowly sit up to face him. “So demanding tonight, huh?” Looking into his eyes you can’t help but smile. He truly meant the world to you and you were slowly beginning to realize that. “I wish I wasn’t drunk right now.”

“Why?” He gently held your hand, rubbing soothing circles into your palm.

“Because I want to kiss you so bad. It’s all I can think about when I look at you.” The alcohol had worn off some, but it was still effecting you enough that you didn’t think before speaking, letting your thoughts run freely past your lips.

The blush on his face made you grin. “Aww, is my baby boy flustered by the thought of kissing me?” You moved one hand to gently cup his cheek.

“No, it just caught me off guard.” He leaned into your touch with a cute grin, making your heart stutter at the sight.

You leaned back into him, resting your head on his shoulder. “We should probably try to sleep now.”

He nodded in agreement and the two of you got comfortable, still holding each other close.

Despite the intention of sleeping, you ended up staying up talking about anything and everything. Hours ticked by, completely lost in each other.

Sunlight began to shine through the windows of Chan’s apartment. The realization that you’d stayed up all night talking made you both fall into a fit of laughter.

You sat up, looking at Changbin fondly. “I can not believe you kept me up all night,” you joked.

He sat up with feigned disbelief at your accusation. “Me? I’m pretty sure you were the one that had to tell me about every single flower on this planet. Who kept who up again?”

You gave him a playful shove. “I could keep you up all night in a different way if you’d let me,” you teased, staring into his eyes as you gently placed your finger under his chin, leaning in closer.

He stared at you, shocked by your words and unable to think clearly with his thoughts now running wild. You laughed loudly at his reaction before recoiling with a wince. “Fuck, my head,” you hissed, rubbing your temples to try and sooth the aching sensation.

Changbin snapped out of his thoughts and sat up, a soft hand holding your upper arm. “Are you okay?” He knew you weren’t at the moment, but still felt the need to ask. After a moment of no response, he decided to ask a more helpful question instead. “Want me to get you some water and medicine?” His gentle voice sent butterflies through you. He was being so adorable.

You nodded slowly. “That would be great. Do you know where it is?”

He stood up, a short laugh slipping passed his lips. “Chan is my friend too, remember? I’ve had to deal with my fair share of hangovers here, so I know where to look.”

Right, this wasn’t a first for either of you. Chan often had to deal with you after a night out, and you guessed it was the same for him.

He disappeared off into the apartment and you grabbed the blanket you had been sharing, wrapping it loosely around yourself. You’d felt the hangover sinking in for a while, but it suddenly felt like a ton of bricks where dropped on your head. Drinking some water throughout the night probably would have been a smart idea, but you were too engulfed in your time with Changbin that it hadn’t crossed your mind.

A few quiet minutes went by before Changbin came back. “Heh… cute,” he said under his breath. “You look cozy. How’s your head? Any better yet?” He asked while handing you a cup of water and some meds.

You shuffled your arms out from the blanket and took them with a small hum of thanks. “It’s as good as it can be. I don’t get how you don’t also have a pounding headache though,” you inquired with a raised brow.

He shrugged. “I didn’t actually drink that much. You were too busy with Felix and Ji to notice,” he said with a teasing grin. “Had to make sure I could take care of you.”

“You’re adorable, oh my god. Keep saying shit like that and I might just have to give you a smooch.” You said it in a joking manner, but genuinely meant what you said.

He grinned. “Is that a threat or a promise?” He retorted.

“Not you using one of my favorite lines ever.” You beamed up at him. “It’s settled, you’re my soulmate and you’re stuck with me.”

“Oh my god are you flirting with me right now?” He teased, moving the blanket away from you enough to slide in next to you. “I’ve thought you were my soulmate since the moment I first saw you,” he almost whispered, slowly inching closer in.

You hummed in response. “A true love at first sight for you, huh?” You teased.

“Well, from what I’ve seen and heard it was love at first notice for you,” he quickly snapped back with a playful grin.

You feigned shock, dramatically placing a hand over your chest as you put your cup down. “At least I did something about it.”

“Want me to do something about it right now?” He stared into your eyes with stars sparkling in his.

“Just kiss me already, baby.” The words came out in a soft breath as you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, pulling him in.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” his words were almost cut short as he leaned in, finally closing the last bit of space between you.

The kiss was soft and gentle, laced with the feelings you had for each other. Your hands combed through his hair as his found their way to your waist, pulling you onto his lap. You stayed that way for a while, unsure how much time had actually passed.

“On my couch? Really?” The sound of Chans voice startled both of you, quickly pulling away.

“Good morning,” you greeted with a wide smile, ignoring how you’d just been caught. You kept your arms lazily resting on Changbin’s shoulders.

“Did you two sleep at all?” He casually continued the conversation as he headed over to the kitchen.

“No, but I promise we didn’t do anything more than what you just saw, so don’t worry.” You sent him a playful wink, as you moved to get off of Changbin’s lap. Before you could get to your feet though, Changbin tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you back down to him.

“No don’t leave. You’re warm,” he whined into your neck.

“Looks like someone didn’t get his much needed beauty sleep and it’s going to be all of our problems now,” Chan sighed from the kitchen as he started getting stuff ready to make a quick breakfast.

“Aww come on baby, don’t be so whiny. I didn’t sleep either you know.” You slowly played with his hair as you melted into his touch.

Chan smiled as he watched you interact. “I’m happy for you guys. I think you’re really good for each other.”

You glanced over to him, shining a bright smile. You were glad everything was working out. The whole time that you’ve know Changbin has been an emotional roller coaster to say the least, but you were happy it all seemed to be calming down now.

You felt Changbin move under you and you pulled away slightly to make sure he was okay. He leaned up, placing a soft peck on your lips. The sleepy grin plastered to his face was nothing short of the cutest thing you’d ever seen.

“Do you want to lay down and sleep a little bit?” You asked in a soft, soothing tone.

He shook his head. “Unfortunately I have a project to finish by tonight, so I can’t afford to fall asleep now. Just need some coffee,” he groaned.

“I actually ran out yesterday, so you might want to make a run to the star for that. Sorry,” Chan spoke from the kitchen.

“What, really?” Changbin’s voice filled the room as he loudly voiced his displeasure.

You laughed, quickly standing to your feet while he was distracted. He looked at you with betrayal in his eyes, his hands moving and doing a little grabby motion towards you.

You shook your head at his antics. “You’re so clingy today, are you sure you’re not hungover?”

“Fine, leave, like I care anyway.” He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

You rolled your eyes with an amused chuckle. “Is he usually like this?” You asked as you walked over to Chan in the kitchen.

Changbin stayed pouting on the couch as you conversed with Chan, helping a little with making breakfast for everyone. Usually you didn’t help much in the kitchen, so you always enjoyed when your friends let you. You enjoyed even the small things you could do to help.

Han and Felix emerged from Chan’s room while the last few things where being finished for breakfast. Everyone ate together, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. The felt like family to you and you hoped they felt the same.

“We should make this a normal thing. I really love spending time together.” You suggested. Everyone happily agreed and decided to get together at least every other week. You were happy. Everything felt right in the world and everyone you loved was there together.

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“Bar Confessions”

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Tuesdays were slow; a small handful of regulars asking for a standard American draft beer, tipping a dollar here or there. He’d started coming in on Tuesdays a few months ago—not every Tuesday, but enough of them that it had become predictable, enough that I looked forward to his visits breaking up the monotony of the shift.

He’d sit at the bar, usually with a few files in his hands. At first, I thought he was a lawyer, given his suit and tie, but I’d learned a few weeks ago that he was an F.B.I. agent; he’d stepped in and helped when a woman had gotten drunk and rowdy and started to threaten the regulars.

I liked him—he was smart, often talking about science and space, and he was handsome, with a chiseled chin and stormy green eyes. When I talk, I feel like he’s really listening. He’s not arrogant like many of the men I serve; he was quite sweet, actually. He always asks me to surprise him with whatever drink I want to make, saying he doesn’t care; he just needs to be somewhere on Tuesdays.

***

The bar bustled with people on Fridays , groups of colleagues and friends drunkenly laughing and smiling as they shuffled in and out. Buckets of beers and rounds of shots giving a sense of community to all the patrons filling the walls.

Except for her, I noticed her the first time she came in—several months ago. She sat at the bar and kept to herself, always ordering a gin and tonic and quietly swirling it with the stirrer while she read journals—medical journals, I’d learned. I’d seen man after man attempt to buy her a drink or strike up a conversation—and I understood why. She’s beautiful, with soft blue eyes and striking red hair; I don’t think she realizes just how stunning she is since she always seems surprised by these advances. She always turned them down.

***

Last Tuesday , I got up the courage to ask him if he wanted to grab a drink with me on some night other than a Tuesday at some bar other than here. The awkward smile on his face answered my question faster than his lips could. “That’s so kind of you, but I’m really busy with work and,” he’d stopped talking and sighed.

“You have a girlfriend?” I asked. “It’s okay.”

“Not exactly,” he’d said.

And then, in a tale as old as time, he bared his soul to a bartender because that’s what people do. He loved his coworker. She’s incredibly smart and so sexy, and I always think about her , he’d said. He told me he came in on Tuesdays because that was the night she went to church meetings with her mother, and he hated being home alone, knowing he couldn’t call her and she wouldn’t call him.

“Have you told her how you feel,” I asked, serving him the martini I thought he needed tonight.

“No,” he laughed, “Absolutely not. There are rules against us being together like that—at work—and I don’t think she feels the same way.”

“And nothing has ever happened?” I asked.

He looked reluctant, his eyes shooting from mine to stare into his drink. “One time, I almost kissed her, and she looked terrified.”

“So you stopped?”

“No,” he scoffed. “A fucking bee stung her before I even had the chance.”

“A bee?” I said, grabbing a refill on a draft for a regular as I continued to talk. “What are the chances.”

“And now my ex-girlfriend is working with us, and that’s causing friction too.”

“Ah,” I said. “And you aren’t interested in your ex-girlfriend?”

“I’m only interested in one woman—my partner. That is why, as sweet as you are, I can’t agree to hang out in good conscience. My heart is with her.”

“I get it,” I smiled. It was okay; it truly was. “You’re just cute, is all.”

He blushed and smiled, throwing a twenty on the bar. “I wish she thought so.”

***

Two Fridays ago, she came in particularly alive—feisty, combative; I didn’t know her quite well enough to put a name to it. She drank her gin and tonic in half the time as usual and quickly ordered another one.

I filled a bucket with beers for a bachelorette party in the corner, cleared some cash off the bar from a group that had just left, and then headed back to her with drink number two.

“So what’s the occasion,” I asked, “you seem to be hitting it a little hard tonight.”

“It’s a long story,” she said.

“Try me,” I offered. She sighed. “Hey, Ralph, I’m taking my break,” I yelled to the other bartender.

I offered her a hand, and she followed me to the back alley. “So what’s going on? You alright,” I asked as I pulled a cigarette from my shirt pocket.

“I’m in love with my co-worker,” she said, looking at me shyly as if to check for any judgment.

“Okay. And something must have happened today?”

“His ex-girlfriend is back in the picture and trying to get back together with him.”

“Okay. Hold on. Back up. Does he know you like him?” I asked.

“No, definitely not,” she chuckled. “We aren’t allowed to be together like that anyway, it’s against our work policy.”

“Aren’t you a doctor?” I said, taking a drag off the cigarette. “If so—one, please don’t judge me for this habit,” I teased, holding up my cigarette. “And for two, I thought all the doctors were in relationships like on E.R.” She smiled and reached her hand toward mine, asking for a puff. I grinned and offered it to her.

“I am a doctor,” she said taking a long drag. “But I don’t work as a doctor, and also, I share this habit…very occasionally, when I’m stressed,” she smiled.

“What do you do?” I asked.

“F.B.I. Agent,” she said as if it was a regular job like a banker or a teacher.

“F.B.I. Agent?” I repeat. “Wow. You are very hot, do you know that? No offense, but all these men hit on you Friday after Friday. I wondered why you were never interested,” I take another drag, “it turns out you are into your co-worker, but it also turns out you are even hotter than I thought or these men thought because you are a doctor and work for the F.B.I.?”

She laughed. “I guess so. But it’s not enough for him. He’s never really tried anything with me—it’s been years.”

“Never? I find that hard to believe,” I said. “I’ve been wanting to ask you out, actually. But I get that your mind is on someone else.”

She smiled, not answering, but it was clear to me that her answer would be no. “He tried to kiss me once. I thought it was going to happen, and the whole thing felt like slow motion. I was so nervous, after all these years, panicking about how I wanted to make it good. I wanted it to be the best kiss he’d ever had.”

“And?” I ask.

“And I got stung by a bee just as his lips were grazing mine,” she reached her hand up and stroked a finger across her lip, almost like she could recall the feeling.

“And now his ex?”

“Well, she was back before that happened, but now she’s really back and around more, and I’m pretty sure he’s spending time with her.”

“Why do you think that?” I asked.

“These Friday nights—he says he’s going to his friends, but I’m guessing he’s with her. That’s why I come here—I don’t want to be alone.”

“Maybe you need to talk to him about it?” I offer.

“Maybe,” she smiled, taking one more puff on the cigarette. “Thanks for this—the chat, I mean. I’m going to take off.”

She handed me a twenty and walked off.

***

During football season, Sundays at the bar were packed; tons of Washington fans filled the walls, chanting the fight song for hours on end. I started to clean up as the masses dwindled, a close loss taking the air out of the party. Marty, a friend for years, was on shift with me that day, and we hadn’t caught up in weeks.

We bantered as we washed pilsner glasses, him reminding me of our pact to get married if we were both single at thirty-five.

“There was a regular that I see, that I had my eye on,” he teased, handing me a freshly cleaned glass to dry and put away.

“Oh yeah?” I joked back, “Looks like a Barbie?”

“No,” he chuckled. “Pretty redhead, brilliant, but she’s in love with her co-worker. Guy hasn’t made a move on her, and it’s been years. Tried to kiss her once, but you won’t believe this—a bee—”

“Stung her?” I asked, shocked. My hand flew to my mouth in surprise.

“Yeah!” he said. “You’ve heard this story?”

“Funny enough, a regular I have a little crush on told me the same story,” I squinted at him, curious. “Your girl—the redhead—she isn’t an F.B.I. agent, is she?”

His eyes grew wide.

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And that’s how Marty and I found ourselves the following Sunday , anxious with anticipation after we’d talked his regular and my regular into coming in. He told her his mom desperately needed medical advice. I told him my ex-boyfriend planned to stop in town and usually gave me trouble. We felt bad for the lies, but they were necessary. They agreed to show up around noon.

Luckily, the football team had a late game, so the bar wasn’t too busy yet.

She walked in first, taking a seat on her normal stool. Marty was right; she was beautiful, and I see why my regular was into her; she didn’t even realize it. Marty told her his mother was running a few minutes late and made her a gin and tonic on the house.

He walked in about five minutes later, and the absolute heat, the friction, the intensity that bounded between them when their eyes connected was like nothing I’d ever seen.

“Mulder,” she’d said. “What are you doing here?”

“My friend Kim,” he gestured to me, “Needed help with a problematic ex. What are you doing here?”

“Marty,” she pointed at him, “his mom needed medical advice. Mulder, do you come here often?”

He sat beside her, the question unanswered as I distracted them with a shot of tequila each.

“Drink this. Trust me,” I said.

They both shrugged and downed the amber liquid before Marty, and I started in on our explanations.

“See, I have this regular,” he held his palm toward her, “sweet girl, very smart and sexy, but when I showed her a little interest, she’d admitted to me that she’s in love with her co-worker. There is no one else she could be interested in.”

The girl—Dana, I’d learned—looked like a deer in headlights, so I jumped right in, grabbed her hand, and talked to her directly.

“And I have this regular,” I nodded my head towards him while I held her eyes. “Smart, handsome guy. I asked him out once, but it turns out he’s also in love with his co-worker.”

They both took deep breaths, neither looking at the other.

“Mine said her co-worker tried to kiss her once, then a bee stung her,” Marty continued.

“And mine said when he tried to kiss her, she looked scared, and then a bee stung her.”

“I wasn’t scared, Mulder; I was just so nervous,” she admitted, finally turning to him. “I wanted it to be perfect because it’s you.”

He looked at her with a big smile, but they were both silent. “Another shot of tequila?” Marty asked.

“No,” Mulder said, staring into her eyes and taking her hands. “I want us both to be sober when I kiss her,” he smiled as he turned to us and threw forty dollars on the bar, “There aren’t any bees around here, are there?”

“No,” Marty laughed.

“Then forgive me; I don’t want to waste another second,” he said, his eyes back on hers. He leaned into her slowly, like something out of a movie, and her lips parted and eyes closed just as their noses brushed. It was a passionate kiss—it felt so private, almost elicited a feeling in me like I was watching a peep show, but I understood these two just needed to get the ball rolling and stop pushing their feelings down.

Marty and I turned to wash dishes just as I saw his tongue push inside. I could still hear the smacking of their lips and a small moan from her.

“You really like me, Scully. Like, like me, like me?”

“Yeah. So much,” she whispered. “But I thought…”

“What?” he asked. So sweetly.

“I thought you and Diana.”

He chuckled. “No. No, I want this. I want you. I’ve been coming here on Tuesdays to drown my sorrows, worried that your mom would finally find some accountant at church that would steal you away.”

“No one could steal me away,” she said. I heard them kissing again, the sounds changing like maybe he was kissing her neck now. “So you are really with the Gunmen on Fridays? That’s when I’d come here, worrying you were with her.”

“Really with the Gunmen,” he said, and Marty and I shot each other a confused glare about why he hung out with gunmen, but then again, they are F.B.I. agents.

“Mulder,” I heard her say in a sweetly seductive voice.

“Scully, can I get you out of here? Go to your place or wherever you want?”

“Yeah, my place.”

I turned at that, hoping to say goodbye. Mulder smiled at me as she whispered something secret in his ear. “Me too, I want that too,” he said to her; she was glowing.

“Thanks, you two,” Mulder said as they stood from their stools, and he wrapped his arms around her. “We owe you.”

“Ain't love grand,” Marty said as they stepped through the door and onto the street.

“For some,” I teased.

“Why haven’t you let me take you out? Remind me?” he said, reaching his hand to find mine in the hot soapy water.

“We aren’t thirty-five yet,” I answered.

“Why wait?” he said, stroking his fingers along the inside of my palm.

***

We hadn’t seen them in months; we hoped they were happy and healthy and onto a new start together. Finally, one stormy Sunday , they walked in together, hand-in-hand, and sat at the bar.

“Hey,” I said, happily. “We were wondering about you two. It seems all is well?”

Marty came around the corner and seemed just as excited.

“Hey, Kim. All is really good,” Mulder said. “Listen, this is a secret because of our work, but we felt you two should know. We are eloping. It just feels—” he turned to look at her.

“Feels right,” she said, completing his sentence. “We just wanted to thank you, it’s all because of you.”

“I have a feeling you two would have figured it out eventually,” I teased.

“Just like we did,” Marty added.

Mulder’s head turned in interest. “Wait, you two?”

I smiled and showed off the diamond ring on my finger. “We eloped a month ago. You two are taking it too slow; I guess,” I teased.

“Congrats,” they said to us. After a celebratory shot, they left. I realized we might never see them again, but alls well, that ends well, I thought, as Marty leaned in to kiss me.

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IYWBW: Bonus chapter: Candy

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Summary: Candy's thoughts

Warnings: Drug use, slight smut, feelings (eek!), sex work, im just gonna say dub con because she's not exactly thrilled with this part of sex work.

Immersibility: Reader is Latina, had curly hair, fem

AUTHORS NOTE: Because I am a shitty writer, the smut from last chapter came off to a lot of people as a threesome. I edited it so the Santi's bits are in italics and i think its more clear. The scene was meant to portray two DIFFERENT scenes.

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As Candy did a long line, the party in it's height, she was thankful this was a perk of the job. She'd already fucked 3 men tonight and then of of the other girls at the party while a group watched and christ, she was gtting tired. The drug began to pulse through her veins, however, giving Candy renewed vigor to finish the last stretch of the night. She had been able to take a breather, thank god, and was having a few drinks and a few lines, occaionaly chatting with the men and other women, most of whom she knew.

The girls liked Candy because Candy stood up for herself and for them, offering a layer of protection in a harsh world. Things could be dangerous in this line of work, women were killed all the time, but it'd not like Candy had a lot of options. She needed to get out. She needed to get a visa and go to America. She needed to get Javi something him and Santi could use.

What she'd do there, she wasn't sure, but it had to be better than this.

If her work only consisted of men she chose coming to her apartment when she chose, it would be a good job. Candy didn't mind her work most of the time and there were men like Javi and Santi who made it fun. That was good.

However, that wasn't paying the bills, so Candy had to attend these parties.

Another line of coke. She was aching and needed at least one more fuck from a rich man if she was going to be able to afford an air conditioning unit this summer. With air conditioning, she was more likly to get clients during the hot months; no one wanted to fuck in a muggy apartment in mid-july.

Javi would come either way, she knew.

Despite the fight, they had been able to repair things and her and Javier were back to normal, having excellant sex she got paid for. Santi too, although the sex was different, it was still just as mind blowing. Santiago reminded her of a little puppy, desperate and eager and wanting so badly to please... and please he did.

She tried so hard with those two not to fall, but it was hard. Santiago was so sweet, so adoring, so fucking good. Javier was strong, gentle, passionate. Both of them made her feel safe and loved. Sometimes, when she was lonely and tired and a little drunk, Candy would fanaticize about what a life might be with either of them, if they wanted kids, what they would be like as her husband.

She couldn't be that far off, could she? They both cared about her, that much was obvious. Especially with Santi, he was so open, so loving, so adoring as he looked up at her with those big brown eyes with his mouth devouring between her legs... did he want her outside of this?

And Javi, the night he made up with her and brought her the Audry Heffburn poster... he hadn't paid her, he hadn't fucked her, he simply fingered her until she came three times on his soaked hand and tucked her safely into bed... would he want a life with her, where they could fuck every night and she could make him the food he was always munching on when stressed?

Hands wrapped around her waist.

"Hola, Candy, I havn't seen you hardly all night." Martin Lorea, the drug lord that her two favorite clients were after, and a frequent client of hers. His hands lifted up her skirt and slipped two fingers under her panties, feeling her soaked folds.

"Mmmm" Candy liked the way he touched her, it was no Javi, but it did feel like. "I've been busy."

"I can feel that." Martin references the cum dripping out of her. "Better do one more, bebita." He leans around her, cutting up the last of the coke into two lines and doing one himself. "I've got lots of plans for you tonight. Don't worry, I'll make it worth it."

He would. He always paid well, liking to flaunt his wealth. Candy did one last line, feeling everything become less and less clear around her, and she barely felt it as he bent her over the table a little too roughly and her face pressed into the wood.

Her skirt was lifted in front of all the party goer, and Candy did her best to put on a preformence.

She had to get out of here, and the only way was to find out information from Lorea to give to Javi.

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Yeeeeesh. That was a little dark than I intended. Don't worry, candy is okay! I'm trying to find a blance between not like, demonizing sex work, because this is a sex work safe blog, but also being honest about the realities of being a prostitute in Colombia in the 70's. its not always pretty, in fact its often ugly.

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I'm doing what I do best, HIGH DRAMA! And Fen is gonna deliver some of the BEST smut with baby santi and his mommy issues.

This is a v smut focused series but im lowkey a little smut burned out and i got a lot of project im trying to wrap up so fen is being amazing and helping me. Plus, this particularly smut is riiiiiiiiggghhhttt up their ally. If you like subby men, check out fens great work at @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction esp fics like Trine, with subby! blue jones and Good Boy with steven grant

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@runa-falls @lunar-ghoulie @campingwiththecharmings @whatthefishh @persephone-girl @criticalarchitecture @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @beelzebeth87 @pimosworld @millerscoffee @heareball @thatwonderouswoman @poolb @meveispunk @lovable-liar @millllenniawrites @read-and-wip @missdictatorme @the-fox-den @milkymoon2483 @k-ra @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @rosellacwrites @legendary-pink-dot @dreamingofbucky @englandsgray@starsthatwatch @fairlyang @alwaysmicado @theywhowriteandknowthings @casa-boiardi @lostfleurs @ninebluehearts @puglover12 @sub-aro @laiisleitte @itspdameronthings @heareball @comfortlessjoy @csarab615 @bit-dodgy-innit @stevngrant @kirsteng42 @mrsjavierp@nanfafnan @lovable-liar @axshadows @cookielovesbook-akie

#iywbw #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #narcos #narcos fanfiction #javier peña #santiago garcia #if you wanna be wild

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jeanbean01 · 1 year

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Take a Cup of Kindness - Riddler x Reader

Words: 1k

Warnings: None

Summary: It's a different New Year's Eve for Eddie this year.

A/N: This was a very quick little thing I felt like doing. Happy New Year guys, I hope you all have a good night whatever you get up to! :)

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It was unlike Edward to have plans on New Year’s Eve. He typically stayed holed in his apartment, laying in bed and staring blankly at the walls as the commotion of the city celebrating hindered his sleep. There was no point taking part in the holiday if he had no one to spend it with, so he would simply let the day run its course like any other.

This year was different; KMTJ was throwing a work party and everyone seemed to be going. Edward didn’t want to go, but you had managed to convince him with a small plea and a soft smile.

You were the nicest of all his co-workers by a long shot. You never failed to smile brightly at him when passing his desk and mumble a quiet ‘hello, Edward’. Your gait speed would make the papers on his desk flutter and your sweet perfume waft across his workspace, causing his heart to stutter and his breathing to deepen.

With the promise of you being present tonight, Edward couldn’t resist attending– especially with the chance of seeing you dressed in something other than your work clothes.

Edward took one last glance in his cracked mirror, doing a once-over of his attire. He wore some brown slacks, and a pale green shirt with a deep green tie to match. He threw on a blazer and a woollen scarf to help combat the cold and then made his way out of the apartment.

He felt entirely out of his comfort zone once he entered the bustling building, the blasting of Christmas music mingled with the chattering of his fellow staff made him shrink into his own body.

There was a collection of glasses filled with alcohol on the long buffet table, and he quickly scooped up a glass of prosecco. He stared intently at the rising bubbles before taking a large gulp from the glass, cringing at the taste.

Clasping the drink firmly in his hand, he stood awkwardly by the wall, searching desperately for your figure in the crowd.

Unlike usual, it was you that spotted him first, and you bee-lined over to him with a beaming smile.

“Edward!” You shouted gleefully, making him jump, “I’m so glad you made it!”

You squeezed his arm and pecked his cheek quickly, blushing once you realised the forwardness of your actions.

Edward didn’t notice your blush, though. His mind was focused on the wetness left on his cheek from the press of your soft lips.

He muttered a feeble greeting while his cheeks flushed and took a rushed sip of his prosecco. “Are you looking forward to ringing in the new year?” You asked, an excited smile plastered on your face.

“Oh. Um…” He hesitated and glanced to the side, “Yeah… It’ll be nice to share it with everyone.”

“Yes! It will!” You said with vigour, “I haven’t celebrated the New Year with people in so long. It’ll be a nice change.” Edward frowned at this. Had you been just as lonely as him each year?

He smiled sadly, “Me either.” He said.

The next few hours were spent watching you dance giddily at the side of the dancefloor– not quite drunk enough to take part fully but eager to have your own fun. Edward had drunk his fair share and was feeling tipsy himself, but didn’t yet dare to join you. He was still having fun though, watching you sway to the music– throwing your arms to and fro. In fact, this was one of the most pleasant evenings he’d had in a long while.

As the night continued, you both drank more, and you even tempted Edward to dance awkwardly with you. You twirled with him, forcing him to do the same but with his tall frame, you struggled to reach over his head and laughed as you both stumbled.

Edward had never danced with anyone before.

Midnight was approaching rapidly and the room was preparing for the countdown. You grabbed two more drinks and huddled with Edward in the corner, hiding away from you’re other, meaner, co-workers.

The chanting of the countdown began and you moved closer to Edward, your lips nearly brushing his ear.

“Hey, Eddie?” You asked.

He tensed up at the feel of your breath so close to his face, closing his eyes to regain his composure, “Yeah?”

“Have you ever had a New Year’s kiss?” You questioned, waiting until he looked at you, an expression of confusion painted on his face, “It’s supposed to be good luck to have one,” You followed.

Edward had barely kissed anyone in his life– it had certainly been many years since a girl had first kissed him out of pure pity.

“No… No, I haven’t.” He stuttered, his eyes flickering down to your lips for a moment.

“Would you like to be mine?” You moved slightly closer, making sure to reach his eyes.

Edward responded with a weak hum and a nod of his head– his cheeks flushing brightly.

As the cheers of ‘Happy New Year!’ rang through the room, you brought your mouth to his, pressing softly on his lips.

He groaned at the contact, moving his hand to the back of your neck in an attempt to deepen the kiss.

You obliged, parting your lips and allowing him to lick into your mouth, letting a breathy laugh out of your nose at his eagerness.

The two of you continued to kiss languidly for a while, content to spend the first minutes of the new year attached.

Eventually, you both pulled away and Edward beamed at you, a glittering sparkle in his eye.

“Thank you,” He spoke, “That was… nice.”

You giggled, pecking him once more.

“It was.” You smiled, “Happy new year, Eddie.”

You gave him another slow kiss before dragging him onto the dancefloor with you, spending the rest of the night in each other’s arms.

This year was going to be different-- Edward could feel it.

#paul dano x reader #paul dano #riddler x reader #dano!riddler #dano!riddler x reader #danonation #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader

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darksigns-exe · 4 months

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Sweet Like Honey - Fingerprints On My Skin

Paring: Noah Sebastian x OFC Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol Consumption, Implied/referenced Alcohol Abuse Word Count: 2.4k Note: I'm updating the masterlist at the moment and realised that this part was never on Tumblr so here she is.

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They’re wine drunk. A last hurrah before Bee leaves for Europe for what she called as long as it takes me to understand what that medieval motherfucker was trying to say. A big old celebration set up by Tasha hosted at some friends bar downtown.

She’s happily swaying as she drags him up the driveway, still giggling from when Nick practically fell out of the backseat and onto the driveway. The sound sets his heart on fucking fire. It’s all he wants to hear. And Noah has to fight his drunken mind so that he doesn’t yank her back to him to kiss her right then and there.

It’s become increasingly more difficult to stay away from her recently. The more he learns about her the more he wants to have her for himself. Even watching her loop her arm through Nicks to steady herself (or him he isn’t quite sure who of them is less drunk) is enough to set off the alarm bells in his brain. He has no right to feel like this, not when he hasn’t even had the guts to tell her that she makes him feel as if there is nothing else in the world that matters more than what is between them.

Noah isn’t sure how they make it back to the door, much less how they make it up the stairs and into his bedroom. He throws her one his shirts so that she doesn’t have to sleep in her own clothes and only partially because he needs to see her in it one last time before she’s gone. She’s too drunk to care about any of it and really Noah should turn and give her privacy when she begins to take off her clothes. But his eyes remain fixed on every inch of tattooed skin that reveals itself. Beneath the thin excuse of a bra she wears he can see the little bumps where the metal of her piercings presses through the fabric. He needs to know how sensitive she is, how pretty the noises she’ll make for him would he.

Her body swims in his shirt. It reaches all the way down to her knees, granted the thing ran large even on him. Noah tries his best to commit the image into memory. It’s wrong. They’re nothing besides friends, both of them too busy for a real commitment. He wants her nevertheless. Not just in a physical sense. He wants to know everything there is to know, every good and bad moment, wants to see her laugh, be the one that makes her laugh. At the same time he needs to see her come undone, has to feel her body give in to pleasure at his doing. It’s devastating knowing that she’ll be so close tonight.

He strips down to his boxers as she watches from his bed, where she had already curled into a corner.

“Cuddle me?” She asks way too innocently.

He can’t deny her that. Not when she looks so fucking beautiful in the dimmed light that pours into the room from the lamp on his desk.

And so he holds her with his best imitation of platonic feelings, when, in truth, his chest hasn’t felt this tight in ages. She falls asleep before he does. For a moment, Noah lets himself believe that they’re the real deal.

She’s not next to him anymore when he wakes up, but he can hear chatter from downstairs. Bees' bright laughter rings in his ears, and he tries not to think about how her skin crinkles and creases when she laughs like that. When he comes down into the kitchen, he finds her still in his shirt perched on that same spot on the bannister and it takes him back to that first night. He’d thrown back a shot or three before he’d gone up to her. And he’d been so fucking nervous talking to her that he’d forgotten to tell her his name for way too long.

“Are you gonna tell her at some point?” Jolly sounds more annoyed than anything else.

“Tell her what?”

They both know what he should tell her. And he should really do it, but the idea that maybe just maybe she doesn’t feel the same way about him weighs a little too heavily on his chest.

“I know you left school early but you’re not that dumb.” He pushes away from the counter and starts towards the belly of the house “Tell her.”

He stays rooted to the tile for a little while longer. He has to tell her before she leaves, if only to get it off his chest. And now is the last moment he has before she’s gone for god knows how long.

He takes a final deep breath before he pushes open the glass door.

“Sleep alright?”

She jolts, turning around to give him a only partially serious grimace “Nope.”

“No?”

“Some guy was lying on top of me all night and it felt like I was sleeping under a fucking rock?” She dips her finger into her coffee and flicks it at him “You’re heavier than you look.”

Noah’s face warms at the thought.

He comes to meet her where she’s sitting. “You’re just way too comfortable.”

He can see her smile out of the corner of his eyes. It’s faint and tight-lipped but it’s there. They stand quietly for a moment, Noah thinks it’s awfully domestic. His nails dig into the wood below. God he wishes this was over already.

“Bee?”

She hums, signaling that she’s listening.

“I’ve been thinking.” He starts.

“About?”

He lets out a heavy sigh “Us.”

“Oh?”

The way she says it makes his heart sink a little “Listen I know you said that one time that you’re happy to be on your own at the moment and really I’d be fine if it stays that way, but –” he’s never been good at this and right now he feels particularly bad, it’s easier to write the words down think about them some more later but he can’t do that now.

“Fuck it.” he draws in another breath “I like you Bee. You’re- you make me feel so many fucking things and even if you don’t want this I had to tell you before you leave.”

Her face falls a little “Noah.”

“Trust me I tried to stop it, but you got me good.”

“I leave tomorrow.”

“And I’ll be here when you come back.”

She lets out a frustrated sigh and his heart fucking shatters.

“I’m sorry Bee.” his fingers drum against the bannister “When you come back and you’ll still have me I can just be your friend.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Bee swings her legs over the bannister and hops off it with ease “You’re wonderful, really and it’s not that I don’t like you I- I’m just not in the right space for it. This project could be really big and I don’t know if I could do those two things justice at the same time.”

He hates how reasonable she sounds. It makes sense and he knows it. Hell, they’ll be heading out on tour themselves in a couple of weeks. What’s worse is that Bee looks just as distraught as he feels. She brings her hand to the side of his face, her thumb gently swiping across his cheek with so much fucking affection that it somehow makes it all feel worse.

“You have given me so much already and if this was any other time you’d have me without a doubt, but I want this to be right. We both deserve that.” She speaks softly “When I come back and we both still feel this way I’ll be waiting for that dinner invite.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“And please call me, okay? I don’t want you to become a stranger.” She carefully pulls him towards her to press a kiss to his cheek “I’m gonna ask Jolly to drive me home now. Take care of Barney for me.”

It’s bittersweet. There’s still the promise that they could be something after all, but it stings nevertheless. The touch of her hand against his cheek still burns when he hears the glass door slide shut and remains tethered to his spot long after he hears the car pull out of the driveway.

The spot where she had kissed him still burns when she texts him that she’s at the airport now. His eyes find the black ball of fur that had settled into his desk chair. He’d been overjoyed when Bee had asked him to shelter the cat while she was away. A little bit of her had stayed with him after all.

He doesn’t hear from her for the first week beyond a note that she’d landed and was on her way to the hotel she’d be staying at for a while. He keeps sending her updates of Barnabas, keeping her in the loop of what they got up to. Her replies are sparse at the best of times, but he knows that she’s busy. Somehow, he’d hoped that it would be easier.

By the time the third week rolls around he dials down the updates. He’s busy with his own stuff with the tour coming up. He tries to call a couple of times, but he assumes that the time zones are all out of whack and they just perpetually miss each other's waking hours. It’s a bit over a month into her trip when he receives a notification that Bee posted something to her Instagram. He’d set up notifications for her account a while back, just in case. It’s a couple of group pictures. What stands out to him is the guy who has an arm tightly wrapped around Bee and the bright smile on her face. It punches the air out of his lungs.

Bee calls a little later. He stares at the screen long enough for it to go to voicemail. She doesn’t leave one. There’s a text afterwards asking if he’s got time to call back. Noah says he’s busy. He isn’t. Unless one considers staring holes into the ceiling busy.

He’s been fucking miserable. The more he tried not to think about what that guy meant to her the less it worked. That dumb voice in the back of his mind keeps telling him that she doesn’t care about him anymore and that if she comes back she won’t come back for him. And as much as he doesn’t want it to be true the guy is becoming a seemingly more fixed presence in her life. He’s never known her to be particularly active on any social media but since she’d left there’s a new post with shocking regularity. And that fucker is in more picutres than Noah would like him to be. He isn’t even sure that he has that many pictures of her. Not that he’s entitled to any of that, but it feels unfair. The one time he does let himself feel for someone it ends in shambles.

She calls again later that night, but he genuinely misses that one. He calls back fifteen minutes later.

“Hey stranger.” she lilts into the speaker.

Her voice sends a shot of searing pain down his spine “Hey.”

“How’re you. How’s your rehearsals going?” she sounds as if she doing something on the side and somehow that stings a little more than he’d like to admit.

He draws in a deep breath “Good. It’s all going great.” he pauses for a moment “We’ve got some good shit for this tour.”

She hums appreciatively “That’s good. Barns doing good too?”

“He’s hogging my desk chair, I think he’s settled in quite alright.”

The little chuckle that escapes her does very little to ease his worries “I hope he isn’t giving you too much trouble?” Noah finds the cat in his favourite spot “He’s been great. How’s your research going? Any big breakthroughs?” Noah flops back down on his bed.

“It’s slow going…Ben and I have been working on this one section of the text that has been pretty stubborn.” she trails off into thought, before snapping up again “Have I told you about Ben? He’s working on his third doctorate and he’s only a year older than me.”

She continues to talk about this asshole, but Noah stops listening at some point. The information that pours from her goes in one ear and out the other. Maybe it is right, this Ben is a lot closer to what she does and Noah will ever be. Sure, he can listen and try to understand the world she moves in, but at the end of the day he’ll always be outside of it. He is so far removed from the world she lives in, the academics she deals with every day are something he struggles to relate to. Noahs relationship with the education system had never been great. And for Bee it was the very basis of everything she did. At the very core their worlds were entirely different.

Hearing her talk about this man who was much closer to what she did made it feel so much more final.

“Oh…damn it…Noah I have to go we’re all getting lunch together and Ben’s just arrived.” she speaks quickly, suddenly in a rush “I’ll talk to you later.”

She doesn’t call again. It hadn’t been said, but Noah knows that things won’t be the same when she comes back. The choked up feeling the thought leaves him with doesn’t disappear unless he drowns it. If the others notice they don’t say anything. He tries to keep it low enough so that it doesn’t disturb the band. It works for the most part. And when they leave for tour he doesn’t have much time to drink or think about Bee. In a way that’s good too.

Near the end of the first run of shows, he gets a text from Bee, telling him that she’s picked up Barnabas and thanking him for taking care of him. He gives a courteous reply and leaves it at that. That night he takes a girl back to his hotel room, just to take his mind off her. It doesn’t work. When he catches a glimpse of her face all he sees is Bee, even though they’d never been intimate like that. He starts writing that night; about the fucked up jealousy in his heart, the messed up decisions he’d made. It’s a neat facade. A good face to put up so that the rest won’t know just how much it had actually shattered him. They don’t need to know that he’s made a fool of himself like this.

When he comes back home the t-shirt of his she’d left with is washed and folded on his bed. It smells of clean detergent and fabric softener.

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #noah sebstian x ofc #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #fic: sweet like honey

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 7 months

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In the Bee Movie, there is a scene in which a man uses a thumb tack to have a swordfight against Barry Bee Bensons stinger. It's very dramtic. How would the skeletons react to their s/o engaging in such thrilling combat against a tiny bee?

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Undertale Sans - He's staring quite in disbelief. How is that even possible? And why? That poor bee is just living its life, why are you antagonizing it? Sans prefers not to question what he's watching more and goes to his room to take a nap.

Undertale Papyrus - He jumps in the battle with his own thumb thack. Now the bee is outnumbered! You fight valiantly for your life until the bee, defeated, flies by the window out of fear.

Underswap Sans - As the bee takes a break on the counter, Blue imprisoned it under a glass at the speed of light. He then notices you have a thumb stack to defend yourself. He judges you so hard.

Underswap Papyrus - Honey is cheering from far away as he is very allergic to bees. Destroy it for him! He can't go in the kitchen as long as it's here anyway so if you want to eat tonight you better find a way to chase it away!

Underfell Sans - He stares at you, then at the drink he's holding in his hand. Yeah. He's probably drunk again. He shrugs and goes to sit in the couch, ignoring the probably hallucination playing behind him.

Underfell Papyrus - He's looking at you like you are a complete moron and won't move the little finger to help you. He's silently watching from a corner, hoping you will have you ass kicked so you learn your lesson. Your fight techniques are ridiculous by the way, clearly he'll have to teach you some bases.

Horrortale Sans - He runs to save you and gulps down the bee to save you. There's a long awkward silence before you ask him silently if he's fine. Oak falls on the floor in fetal position and just "ooooooow....". Yeah, not his smartest move. Now you have to convince him to go to the hospital, good luck with that.

Horrortale Papyrus - He grabs a big book and aims at the bee, before throwing it. You move in the way right at this moment and take his 3 kg collector version of Lord of the Rings in the face, knocking you out. The bee then stings your ass multiple times before fleeing by the window. When you wake up, Willow refuses to look you in the eyes lol.

Swapfell Sans - Insect? Insect! He's screaming like a little girl and jumps by the window to flee the room, leaving you behind. He hopes the bee will eat you first.

Swapfell Papyrus - Wait for him, he's coming to help you! You turns to him and scream "Noooo" way too late as he's using a flamethrower against the bee. Good news, the bee is dead! Bad news... Most of the house too. Nox is going to kill you both.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He grabs the bee midair and crushes it between his hands. He then throws it in the bin. Here you go. Way more efficient than your fighting skills. I mean, who fights bees anyway? If you want to fight something, fight him???

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - You're in difficulty. Coffee is hanging on your back screaming to "get it out! get it out!" hysterically, half covering your face as he's trying to stay on your back. He's so scared he eventually summons a blaster and blasts the bee out of existence, with a part of the wall. Great job.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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dylansslutt · 1 year

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i can’t go on without you/ j.m

based of kaleo song : cant go on without you

warnings; drugs/alc, fluff, sexual harrasment kinda and fighting. nothing too bad more

in my drafts and wanna post more so ig enjoy

you and jj fought really bad, leading to yalls breakup. but can you really go on without eachother?

“oh so it’s my fault? huh, for him talking to me.” you glare a the boy. “real funny coming from the person who flirts with any girl he gets a fuckin’ chance with.” you grab your bag, stuffing it with any of the stuff you see visible.

“i never talked to my ex!” his anger was radiating the room, tension evident. “i am so sick of this shit. i didn’t fucking do anything, and you never fucking asked me about anything! you always assume the worst, its not fucking fair. i love you! i fucking love you and this is how you treat me?”

your chest heaves as you stop for a second after your outburst, all the realization hitting you. jj’s stance was angry, his glare harsh and not normal.

“this is your fault! i didn’t do shit but love you, but you give me no reason to trust you.” you stare into his eyes, tears flowing down your cheeks.

“if you can’t trust me after being together over a year; then we need to just break up.” you bit your lip, hoping he just apologizes. saying this was a fight and yall can get in bed and cuddle. but it never came, his lip quivers.

“you’re right. you should probably just leave.” you nod, biting your tongue to feel any pain other than the way your chest felt. you turn allowing your hair cover your eyes, you grab your bag. you let out a shaky breath turning back to the boy who was also crying.

“well, i love you. hope you find someone that makes you happy.” you let out a bitter laugh, praying for this to be a terrible nightmare. you walk past him but he grabs your arm. “one more hug?”

you turn back, allowing his embrace drown you. you both held eachother for a good minute, he pulls back staring at you. his hands cup your cheeks, pulling you both into a short deep kiss.

“i love you too. but i just don’t know what else to do.” you roll your eyes, storming out of the room. you ignore the pogues walking straight out of john b’s house.

over a whole year, you spent loving him. you let him semi-move in with you, crashed at john b’s with him, spent any money you had on him. you never lied and you never tried to be shady. he said he loved you but gave up so quick.

you broke down after you got in the car. you have been hurt plenty of times, but this was nothing of the same. you were heartbroken, and you know this was for real. not no running back shit either, you were both over. it fucking kills.

later that night you hit up barry for a sack, you’ve been sober for awhile but tonight was different. you needed to numb the pain. you were already drunk when you pulled up to barry’s.

you walk in seeing barry on the couch, rafe and topper beside him. “bee!” his nickname for you travels the room, he called you queen bee or bee for short.

“barry.” you ignored the eyes of the kooks, sitting down beside barry. you pass over $50, “been a fucked day. fuck with me.”

he examines your state of being, your eyes puffy and red. he doesn’t say anything, just gets up to go get it ready. you glance down at your phone, the unchanged wallpaper of you and jj displayed across the screen.

you turn it off, looking up at the boys. “wouldn’t expect to see you here.” topper spoke up softly. you nod, “ditto.” it went silent again.

“you good?” rafe looked at you, almost concerned. you nod, “just a long day.” all your answers were short. you didn’t wanna talk, you wanted to cry. you had a image to uphold, and it kept getting harder with each minute.

barry came back in before they could speak again, “here ya go lil’ lady.” you stood up snatching the baggie. “thanks barry, see ya later.” with that you left. you went back home and sat in your room getting drunk, doing lines, and crying to sad music.

you didn’t stop until you heard your parent’s getting up for work, resulting to you sitting in the dark on your phone until you could finally shut your eyes.

the next day was harder, you couldn’t text your bestfriend . you had to create a new schedule that didn’t involve jj.

the day after that you were listening to any bad bitch song, trying to appear okay. you finally told your parents you both split up, them keeping quiet saying they supported you though.

text from the pogues came in, you ignored them. you bought from barry more often, drinking alone in your room.

when friday came around, you decided upon going to a party with sarah cameron. topper’s girlfriend, rafe cameron’s sister.

topper and sarah picked you up around 7, you already pregamed some coke and 5 shots into your system. yet you never mentioned anything of that night at barrys as you sat in the backseat, talking when spoken too.

pulling up to the party, you and sarah made way inside. “let’s do some shots bitch!” sarah cheers, you giggle nodding. you both did a few shots before getting split up.

you made your way around the place looking for a bathroom. you felt your self stop, your heart racing at the sight in front of you. jj flirting with a random girl, them two all over each other.

his hands on her waist, hers around his shoulders. he really is moving on huh?

you stumble backwards, turning to leave the scene. you make way outside, the fresh air hitting your cheeks. you try to control your breathing as you stare out into the water.

“you okay?” the voice made you jump, rafe stood behind you. “y-yeah. just needed a minute.” you wipe your cheeks without him seeing, turning back to him. he held a unopened beer in his hand, you motion towards it.

“you gonna drink that?” he glances down, “oh uh-no.” he passes it over. you open it taking a sip. “thanks, rafe.”

what you didn’t see was jj staring at you and rafe’s interaction, anger spreading through him like a wild fire. he left before he saw you leave rafe alone.

after the party you went home, you were really drunk. you did a few lines, before you couldn’t hold back. you dialed jj’s number.

no answer. you dialed again, it rang three times until someone picked up. “helloo?” a girls voice giggled through the phone, “who is it?” jj’s voice rang through the background.

you hung up. you threw your phone away from you as you leaned back against your headboard, crying into your pillow. your heart ached, he didn’t love you. he just didn’t wanna be tied down.

“ so stupid.” you repeated to yourself.

kie blew your phone up. repetitively. after the third call you answered.

“hello?” you just woke up. her voice boomed through the device, “okay i’ve let this go on too far. its been a week, since you spoke to me or anyone. either you are coming over or i am.”

you groan, “i just woke up, jesus women.”

“its 2:15 girl.” you pull the phone away, squinting at the time. she was correct, “it’s been a long night.”

she humms, “i bet. get you ass over here and meet me at john b’s.”

you rub your eyes, “not if he’s there.”

“he won’t be. promise.” you debated, internally losing. “see you in 20.”

you were scared she lied, you didn’t wanna face jj. not today atleast, you attempted to look good just incase though. some makeup, a cute holter top with shorts. you pulled into the driveway not seeing anyone yet.

you bit your lip, making your way up to the house. you opened the door slowly, “hello?”

“finally!” kie screams, rushing forward to hug you. “i know..” you hug back.

pope and john b hug you after, “missed ya’, y/n/n.” john b ruffled your hair. you sat on the couch, “so what y’all doin’ today?”

kie giggled, “taking the boat out today, you bring your suit right?” you nod, showing your strap. “come on, i know better than not come prepared.”

you felt awkward, not having your partner in crime with your friends. especially when your friends are his, you kinda prayed he showed up, rekindling things. yet, you knew he’s moved on with other girls. literally.

you go to the bathroom before you guys head out, you sneakily do a line without anyone knowing. you leave the bathroom, everyone already outside.

“dude, you can’t be here.” popes voice pleaded. the others make an agreement as you hear the one and only speak.

“you’re my fuckin’ friends. what the fuck bro?” jj voice rang out. the front door swung shut behind me, everyone’s eyes on me. funniest part was a girl was latched on to jj.

you bit your cheek and make ways towards everyone, “y/n, im so sorry. we did-”

you held your hand up to kie, turning towards the boy. “go ahead, i was just leaving.”

you didn’t even bother to wait for a response, you just walked off. it took one week for him to act like you weren’t shit. you spent a whole year with him just for it to be a waste.

you felt humiliated.

“wait. y/n/n.” he calls out after you. you stop and turn towards him, the glare making him slow down.

“y/n/n? you dont get to call me that anymore. you left remember? you are moving on, so just save the bullshit. i’m too fucking tired to deal with this shit.” you force yourself to breathe, to not get worked up.

you knew you looked like shit, you had dark circles, puffy eyes. he looked fine, happier almost. you felt pathetic, but you knew your worth... you just felt heartbroken.

“that’s not tru-”

you cut him off. “i dont care. decisions were made and you proved your point the minute we ended stuff. im serious jay, dont call me, dont text me. act like i never fucking existed like we have been doing.” you got into your car after that, leaving him behind.

him regretting everything.

you only went to hang with the pogues when he wasn’t around. news has been he’s always with a new girl. your nights spent anyway to numb the pain you felt. you tried hard to keep pushing forward, not to breakdown.

it was hard though, the only person you could come to about anything just doesn’t care anymore.

you slipped out the door, 11:14 pm showed across your phone screen. you had a bottle in your hand, your weed and papers stuffed in your hoodie. you alternated between your nicotine and vodka.

no destination in mind, just following the moon. you ended up near a spot you and jj tend to meet at. you giggle to yourself as the memories roll through your head.

you sat down at the rock, setting your stuff beside you. turning on soft, sad music; you rolled up a joint.

“didn’t expect to see you here.” you jumped almost losing your weed. your head whips around landing on the blue eyed boy.

“jj?”

“hey...” he trailed off. you move some of your stuff, allowing him to sit beside you. “i honestly can’t see straight. will you roll this?” you pass of the stuff to jj.

not noticing he was eyeing your state, extremely worried, “you okay?’

you shrug, hitting your vape. “im great.” you sarcastically spoke. you didn’t know what else to say, you were to drunk to care.

“i care about you, ya’ know.” he handed you back the now rolled joint. you hand him a lighter, allowing the roller to light the joint. “doesn’t seem like it.”

he passes you the joint, you inhale the smoke. you were trying so hard to keep it together, you still loved him. your focus maintained on the waves, one by one breaking along the sand.

“i fucked up.” his voice so soft, you barely caught what he said. you scoff, the rage you held was to the top its fucking lid. you stood staring down at the boy.

“yes, jj.. you did fuck up. i did nothing but love you. i learned everything about you, never leaving your side for over a year! what the fuck did you expect?”

his eyes widen at your outburst, he fidget with his fingers not speaking up.

“you thought the grass was greener on the other side, huh? that gives you no fucking right to try to say that shit when you blamed me.” you wanted to say yes. i want you back, let’s get back together.

you just couldn’t your heart was too broke; even jj couldn’t fix it.

“i can’t do this anymore...”

you grabbed all your stuff, not even bothering to finish that scene that just took place. you heard his voice call out behind you, but you didn’t care to turn around. you felt tears run down your cheek as you make your way to the chateau.

after the night, you made a decision. you were going to act and appear completely fine. fake it till you make it. you got into a routine, taking care of your appearance. you went out more, still silently doing coke. you were just coping.

or that’s what you were telling yourself.

you were going out tonight with sarah and kie, (who now messing around with john b and her and kie ended their drama) someone was throwing a house party. a girl you go to school with. the three of you stood in your room, getting ready.

“up or down?” kie held her hair. “up with some braids, i love when you do that.” you smirk, finishing your makeup.

“can you do that thing you do, the braid thing, to my hair?” you glance at sarah. she nods, “turn around.”

she quickly finishes your hair, as you pour out some shots.

“cheers bitch!”

you stepped through the door, taking a look around. a lot of people where here. “go to the kitchen!” sarah yells over the noise.

“where’s the kitchen? girl i haven’t been here before.” you stare at her confused. she lead you both to the kitchen, hands intertwined as you follow. sarah sets out some stuff from her purse.

“okay, miss marry poppins.” she rolled her eyes, pouring us a few shots. you threw back the drink, ready to just forget everything and be happy. you left the girls, desperate to find a bathroom.

“hey do you know where the bathroom is?” you asked some random boy who pointed down the hall. you smile at him, headed in that direction. you quickly open the door, just to let out a shriek.

two people almost near into sex, you slam the door shut. “can you two fuck somewhere else? i have to pee.” i yelled through the door. after a few shuffles and giggles, the door swung open. the two figures leaving, but not before you realized who it was.

jj fucking maybank with a girl he told you to never worry about.

his eyes look at yours with a look but you ignore it, shoving past them into the bathroom. after finishing up, you did a few lines. double checking yourself, proud of how pretty you looked. you step out the bathroom, heading to find the girls.

they were still in the kitchen, eyes landing on you. “oh my god, are you okay?” kie’s concerned tone made you roll your eyes. “i will be after a shot. cassidy hemmings though, really?”

sarah poured you one with a giggle handing it over, you throw it back before looking at the crowd around you. already feeling the effects of everything you pull the girls out towards where the music was.

you were throwing it back on sarah, giggling as kie danced in front of you. neither of yall noticed the attention you got, especially jj who watched with a deep feeling.

“since i-im single, im-imma find a boy to flirt with!” you giggle into kie, who rolls her eyes.

“to be honest, do it!” she yells over the music. sarah steps closer, “i think that’ll be easy.” she points at a few boys who’s eyes were already on yours.

you lean back on kie, laughter erupting from the girls. “anotha’ shot first please!” you walk behind the girls as yall squeeze through the crowd. a hand grips your arm stopping you.

you look up quickly, seeing the one and only rafe. “hey y/n.” he smiles down at you, but you slip out of his grasp.

“what are you doing here rafe?” you cross your arms staring up at him. he looks around, “the same reason you are.”

“but hey look,” he leans down closer to your ear. “do you have any umm...” he pulls back away, eyes hinting but you were’t dumb.

“it’ll cost you rich boy.” he rolls his eyes and nods. “meet me at the upstairs bathroom in 15 mins.” and with that you walk into the kitchen.

“there you are! where the fuck did you go?” kie exclaims, you roll your eyes dramatically.

“fighting off a goblin!” you grab the shot glass, throwing the liquor back. you finally drunk.

“oh god.” sarah gulps, eyes glued behind you. eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you turn around seeing a awful sight. jj and that girl making out. with that you storm upstairs seeing rafe, “get in!” motioning to the door, you close it and lock it behind you.

“woah you good?” he examines your state, pissed written clear as day on your face. a sarcastic smile toys on your lips,

“just peachy.” you pull out your vial of coke.

“gimme 20 and you can hit whatever.” a 20 is slipped into your palm as he lines out a few lines. you two sat in the silence for a second before you broke it,

“jj is out there making out with some random.” the confess left you as you lean down, hitting the line. rafe sniffles tilting his head back, “why don’t you just make him jealous?“

his words swirl your thoughts, a small smile creeps onto your face. “that’s a no go, he can be a slut.”

you weren’t gonna fall that easy, karma would come to him on it’s own. rafe finishes up the lines, you put the rest up not bothering to hit another one. you both stand up and look at each other, making sure we both looked non coked out. laughing softly, eyes staring into his.

“nice doin’ business with ya’, mister.” you shake his hand jokingly before opening the door. heading back downstairs you see beer pong has been made and kie and sarah are on their own team.

you head towards them with a smile, “hi loves.”

kie smacks my arm, “quit freaking disappearing on us!” you wince slightly, rubbing the sore spot.

“i can’t help it! now wheres the bottle sarah.” she points at her bag below the table, you reach down pulling out the bottle. you take a swig from the bottle, watching the girls play.

tired after 5 minutes, you grab her bag notifying her that you’ll be rolling up outside. “dont smoke without me!” kie yells out from behind, throwing up a sarcastic middle finger as a response.

not many people were outside, allowing you to take a seat at the table outside. deciding on pouring out a smaller shot, instead of taking another swig out the bottle. popping off your phone case pouring out some weed onto it, you start to grind it up.

everything in your mind right now was kinda peaceful, being drunk enough just to feel the goodbuzz. you pull out the rillo, splitting it and wasting the guts into the ashtray.

after a few minutes the blunt was rolled, and you were waiting. kie and sarah come out in giggles, “we won!” they sing song their achievements.

“your parents would be so proud, sit down and lets smoke!” you finally lit it up, inhaling the smoke. “im havin’ a good time.”

kie agrees with you, hitting the blunt another time before passing it. you throw back the shot you poured out, handing the bottle to sarah.

The door swings open behind, and jj stumbles out with now pope around him. Before kie could even question what the hell was happening jj he off into a drunken rant.

“A-and she just acted like I wasn’t there, dude.” The words slurred but yet hit your attention. Neither of them noticed us yet, pope only patting his back walking him further.

“Well you did break up with her jj, man you shouldn’t have drank so much.” Before he was left with him you shot up.

“Pope!” His eyes widened at the sight of you three. “Guys? Why the hell did I come get him if y’all were here?”

He pushes jj down on an empty chair as kie explains the situation. “JJ.” I mutter pulling a water bottle out my bag, opening it for him.

His eyes squint, “y/n?”

“Yea, it’s me. Drink this water you are drunk as a skunk.” Pushing the water bottle in his hands, motivating him to drink some. He gulps some of it down as you glance over seeing Sarah watching you two.

Leaning back in your seat, you wipe your face. “Just one night, one night! All I asked…” you grumbled to yourself before grabbing the half empty water bottle before standing up and pouring the rest in his face.

JJ shot up real quick angrily glaring at anyone near, eyes landing on me. “What the fuck?”

“Yes, what the fuck? You drug popes ass out here to come get your overly drunken ass, including me still helping you after you had some other girl on your side! You need to seriously get your shit together.”

With that you grab the empty bottle and your bag, walking away from the scene. stepping through the door, you turn around the hallway corner bumping into something.

the cold sticky substance that was in the person’s cup fills inside your shirt and bra, your eyes shooting up. daggers made way into rafe’s eyes, “oh shit, y’n my bad.”

you shake your head, snatching the nearest towel or blanket you could find. “it’s fine rafe,” your voice cracks, keeping your gaze down and focused on trying to clean as much as possible.

“y/n.” his hands stop your frantic wiping, you try to avoid his gaze and not focus on anything. “are you okay?”

the worst question he could ever ask. the tears instantly fell down your cheeks as you push pass rafe, “im sorry- i cant.” moving through the rest of the crowd, finally stepping out and onto the porch. stepping down a few stairs your knees give out, sitting down and leaning against the wall.

the fresh air hit your face but the tears wouldn’t stop, instead you try to make yourself invisible and small.

everything hurt and you just wanted one night, but it wasn’t the same. you and jj weren’t the same. that’s what hurt the most was you loved him deeply but the idea of dating him again... you know the result would be the same.

the front door opens from behind you, but you don’t bother looking. instead you wipe your tears away, taking a deep shaky breathe. you came with the girls but you didn’t mind to walk alone.

it allows you some time alone to process or relax. so you stood up, taking a deep shaky inhale; before you even could move your name was called behind you.

you turn and face him, he seems better than before. “what?” your tone was tired and defeated. jj looked different but so did you. everything has changed, two people who are still the same but now strangers.

“i-i’m sorry.” was the only words that left his lips, but with the look of his eyes. you knew he was, and it made you angry. instead of lashing out you just nod at him.

“thank you.” you turn around and head off, his trailing footsteps follow behind. you pray he’d just turn away, give up but it wasn’t going to happen. you reach in your bag pulling out one of the smaller liquor shot bottles you had.

stopping slightly to zip your bag up and open it, jj was there beside you again. “y/n i-” you hold up a finger cutting him off.

“one second.” you open the top before chugging the drink before closing the empty bottle and putting it back in the bag. “Are you serious?”

he glares at you leaving you to roll your eyes, “what the fuck am i supposed to do jj? you got with plenty girls when i was trying to heal from your fucking heart ache! i don’t understand why you won’t leave me to move on.”

your eyes widen for a moment at what left you, but he stares back at you with an unreadable expression. the only disruption is rafe stepping outside causing both your heads to turn.

rafe’s eyes held some concern but you ignore it and glance back at him. deciding on nothing to say you just give him one last look before heading off. hurt over it all.

i miss the past when things weren’t hard. i wanna go back to it all. the sobs softly leave you as you continue down the sidewalk, not noticing how jj was following behind.

“y/n!” he finally calls out making you stop slightly, “please stop, stop!” his voice desperate.

you turn around softly, seeing him jogging slightly to catch up. his hands grasp your cheeks, surprisingly you let him. “i can’t fix anything, but i swear to god. i love you and if that means me proving that to you till the end of the times, so fucking be it.”

you chuckle softly, a sad smile fills your face as your hands softly wraps around his wrist. “i love you too jj...” you lean forward pressing a soft passionate kiss on his lips, savoring the moment.

before getting to caught up, you stumble back a few steps. enough to be out of his embrace, as you stare at him. “i love you but i-i... i can’t.”

the words sliced you open, his look makes your insides sink. with a trembling lip and watery eyes, you let out a shaky breathe. “i love you- but i can’t do th-this right now.”

stepping back a few more inches, you mumble a sorry before walking off. why is doing the right thing feel like the worst thing?

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dreamersparacosm · 2 years

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austin butler - are you looking for trouble, honey?

warnings ; infidelity, usage of toys, penetration, orgasm denial, public play

prompt ; in which you’re the “other woman.”

a/n ; y’all put this idea in my head so here it is. cheater!austin but don’t worry you’re also the bad guy. two wrongs apparently make a right but like not really also kaia if you ever read this i’m so sorry bestie it’s just for the plot

destinado a morir - miguel

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it’s one of those things where you’re not entirely sure how it started.

maybe it started when your best friend, kaia gerber, introduced you to her new boyfriend, who you assumed was for the month, austin butler, and when you two shook hands, it felt as though you had been zapped by electricity. when you had gazed into his ice-blue eyes, an angry swarm of butterflies or bees or whatever whimsical insect with wings had fluttered within the pits of your stomach.

maybe it started when you three had gone out to a bar, getting incoherently drunk and wobbling back to your respective hotel rooms, but austin had lingered out in the hallway, peering at you longingly.

maybe it started when he had placed a hand over yours, comforting you at your most vulnerable state and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

or, maybe, just maybe, it started when he kissed you for the first time, underneath the dim lights of the almost-empty bar, as kaia slept peacefully and unknowingly in her bed only a few miles away.

maybe you need to confront the fact that despite your budding feelings and secret meetings and forlorn conversations, it doesn’t matter how it started; it has to end.

“fuck, baby,” he groans out, bottoming into you and filling you to the brim, tears lining your eyes as he stretches you out completely. it’s a daily occurrence, and you should be used to the way your walls tense around his cock, but somehow, he feels bigger tonight. his head lazily falls into the crook of your neck, “you’re so tight. not fucking anybody else but me, right?”

it’s laughable — the way you harness yourself to him, crumble at every word he says, powerless under his spell — but you know better than to go against him when he’s in a mood. you bite back your sarcastic remark, brain jumbled into senseless words as he fucks you with deep, slow strokes, enough to make you submissive and at his mercy. “n-no, aus. i don’t want anyone else but you,” it comes out as more of a breathy moan, a concoction of filthy promises.

“good girl,” he mutters into your hair, his pace steady as he places a hand on your lower stomach, pressing down gently, feeling his length glide into you to meet his hand. he smirks at the sensation, looking back up at your cock-drunk expression, nothing but insatiable hunger coursing through your veins.

you’re not intoxicated in the slightest; it’s just your average tuesday night, in your apartment on the upper west side, the sound of cars honking and the slight breeze brushing your skin from your cracked window, just your typical evening where you let him annihilate your morals and destroy your life. somehow, in that bed, in those silk sheets, you feel drunk. that’s the only way you can justify letting him into your home routinely.

“you always feel so good,” he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, plunging deeper inside of you and speeding up, and your response is nothing short of a whimper. it’s a meek sound that keeps him entangled with your skin, enough to let him know that you’re wrapped around his finger, and enough to remind him you’re never leaving, despite what you may say once everything is all said and done.

he leans his body back a bit, gazing into your eyes that have glazed over with lust. you’re not even sure you’re a person anymore, just a shell of who you once were before this whole thing started. one hand moves from your lower stomach to your neck, firmly gripping onto it. your oxygen is cut short, incoherent thoughts floating your brain. he’s taking you all in; your fucked-out expression, the heaving of your chest, the bite marks he left on your shoulder glistening with his saliva, and for a glimmer of a second, he almost feels guilty for doing this to you.

but only for a second.

you wrap your feeble hand around his wrist, hoping he’ll loosen his grip. he does, just a little, just to see you sigh with relief as he adjusts his pace inside of you. the sound of your juices squelching with each thrust fill the room, small moans spilling from your lips, “p-please don’t stop,” you beg, your lip tucked in between your upper teeth as you lie there at his indulgence.

he just chuckles at how silly and pathetic you sound, his other free hand reaching down to press a finger against your clitoris. that elicits a yelp from you as he rubs circles into your bundle of nerves, stimulating your entire body and shooting fireworks through every limb. you sink into the mattress, body trembling with delight. he knows you’re close, but despite that knowledge, he cares more about his own release; only because he’s well aware that you’ll cum regardless. he is cognizant of the way he controls your mind and body, the way he can maneuver you and make you his private property, to be touched and seen only by him.

with his hand wrapped firmly around your throat, other focused on pleasing your clit, he says through gritted teeth, “look at you, a fucking mess. you’re a fucking slut for me.”

you nod. the voice you use to speak to people, to confidently argue for yourself, is eradicated, dwindled down to nothing but breathy moans and nods. you hate the person you’ve become. “being such a good girl for me, taking my entire cock in your tight little pussy,” his grip on your throat tightens, enough to make you choke on any response you could muster.

you’re taking everything he’s putting out, like the good girl he repeatedly says you are. you’re a good girl when you remind him to take his vitamins in the morning, you’re a good girl when you make him breakfast, you’re a good girl when you take his cock in your mouth to completion, you’re a good girl when you look in your best friend’s eyes and pretend her boyfriend’s tongue was never in between your folds. he continues to pound into you mercilessly, his pace increasing at the thought of meeting his release.

his consistent moans wrap around you like silk. “i’m so fucking close, baby,” he’s now moving like he’s on springs, so desperate and so needy for his semen to exit out of him. and although it’s a nightly occurrence for him to be in your bed, to be skin-to-skin, he still feels the same as he did the first time; absorbed in your body, crashing down, down, down.

“you’re all mine, [y/n]. do you understand me?” he speaks in between thrusts, hips rutting as he paints your walls with his thick semen. small spasms elicit from his limbs, riding down his high. you let him come inside you, not for the first time, and you reach your orgasm within seconds, just like he knows you would. his head falls into the nook of your shoulder, teeth grazing over his previous bite marks. “all mine.”

the absurdity of his statement should make you chuckle — the fact that he’s laid up in another girl’s bed while his girlfriend sleeps a few miles away, empty promises of him coming to see her still in her text messages — but you’re cock-drunk, hypnotized, to say the least. so, you agree, and you fall for his trap, the one that keeps you tied to him for eternity. “i’m all yours.”

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later that week, when you’re positioned in a chair at a five-star restaurant, remote-control vibrator nestled in between your folds, best friend and her boyfriend seated across from you, said boyfriend has access to the settings of the vibrator: you’ll start to realize you might have taken it too far.

“i feel like you guys need to be closer.”

kaia, you don’t want that. really, you don’t. plus, we don’t need to be any closer.

“really? i don’t know, i think i’m okay with where our relationship is at,” you smile feebly, and you pray she can’t see how pale you’ve turned, even though it is the middle of the day and you’re strolling down a crowded street.

but ever so oblivious kaia doesn’t bat her eyes at your reaction. instead, she chuckles, pushing her sunglasses higher up on her nose, “you’re my best friend, [y/n]. i want you guys to be close,” pause. “plus, i think i might really like him.”

you’ve heard those words exit her mouth before. in fact, it was a daily occurrence. she really liked him. she was a girl in love, a girl too kind and too sweet for her own good. your body falls limp, guilt washing over you as it always does. you want to scream at her, tell her to open her eyes, to realize that the reason why austin neglects to respond to her texts after 2 a.m is because he’s curled up in your bed, barbarically making you his. but, instead of the yells and the screams that beg to be heard, you say, “listen, i don’t know about close. how about… friendly acquaintances?”

“that’s basically what you guys are now,” she says matter-of-factly, sipping her green smoothie.

you groan in false annoyance, “i don’t get it. i wasn’t close to jacob, and you guys dated for like, a year!”

“you literally told me you hated him the first time you met him.”

okay, well-played. back when you were a better friend, someone kaia could actually trust, her only confidante in this shallow world beside her mother, you told her jacob wasn’t in it for the long haul. needless to say, you were right and they had parted ways. and despite your inner knowledge that austin also wasn’t in it for the long haul, you kept that tucked away in your brain, somewhere between a secret and a lie, something that would hurt her more if she knew the truth.

“well, i wasn’t wrong, was i?” you joke.

“how about one dinner? just one, and if it ends up being the worst thing in the world, i will personally deliver all the alcohol in the world to your doorstep,”

she drives a hard bargain; she always does. the girl has known you since you were still in your awkward phase, unsure of how to strut on a runway and not look like you were trampled by a bus beforehand, it should make sense, right? despite that, she might not know you as well as she thinks, because right under her nose, was the blatant reason why you couldn’t hang out with her boyfriend for more than 20 minutes at a time.

“i don’t know, kaia…”

“come onnn! please,” she looks at you with puppy dog eyes, ones that would usually make you fold in a heartbeat. this time, it just makes your heart crack at its edges a tad more. “for me.”

“if, if, i agree, we have to go to that restaraunt on bleecker i’ve been meaning to go to,” your lips are pressed together tightly. you know there’s no wiggling out of this one, no sun in between those looming dark clouds. kaia is used to getting what she wants, and it’s no different when it comes to her best friend. “and, you’re paying.”

she groans, “really?” she says it as if she has no abundance of money.

“isn’t austin gonna pay anyway?”

yes, he is. that’s just who he is. he knows how to act like a gentleman under the public lenses, that’s for sure.

“fair, fair,” she sips daintily from her straw, eyes darting around the crowded street as she weaves through people effortlessly. “you better not pregame this dinner.”

there she goes again, with another statement that proves her loyalty to you, and how intricate her knowledge of you goes.

“listen, i agreed to go to this dinner,” you shrug, “i did not say anything about how i got through it.”

a part of it really is true. there will need to be a bit of alcohol consumed if you have to sit through a full four-course dinner with kaia and austin. there will be talk about his job, yours, hers, all while you’ll feel as though a sink hole will appear any second to swallow you up whole. yeah, you’ll need a drink or two.

that evening, you get ready like you always do. you put on a fresh outfit, adorn yourself with gold jewelry, and act as if everything is all fine and dandy in the world. until austin pulls up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing tightly, that your picturesque view of the world fades away. “why did you agree to this again?”

you sigh, “i can’t say no to her.”

“you could’ve said you were busy,” he unwraps himself from you, fixing himself beside your body in the mirror.

“we do everything together..”

“everything?”

he says it with a sarcastic tone laced in. it’s hysterical, and you would laugh under any other circumstances, but these don’t allow for so much as a chuckle. “maybe not everything.”

“is there any other reason to why you agreed to this?” he questions, moving away from you and sprawling out onto your bed, all too comfortable.

“no, she just said she wanted us to be closer —“

he snorts.

“—and that she really likes you.”

there’s a tension that falls over the room, both of you silent. there is not a word left in the world to say. austin’s snide expression falters a little, enough to give you hope that he might rethink his relationship status. but you know better than to go down that road again.

“damn,” is all that exits his mouth.

“yeah.”

he’s mute for another second before he sits up on his elbows, glancing over at you. “can i ask you a question?”

your heart skips a beat for a moment, and you stop applying your lipstick to look over at him, “yeah?”

for only a millisecond, one pocket of time, you find yourself hoping and praying that he might ask you if it’s worth it to allow yourselves to be together. but alas, it’s just another dream that lives rent free in the nook of your mind. he says, “are you sure you’re not doing this to prove something to yourself?”

the question smacks you across the face and leaves red slashes on your cheek. you feel as though you’d been deprived of water for weeks. your mouth slightly parts, sputtering to find the words to respond. yet, you know; deep down, you’re aware that there is a fraction of you that is desperate for kaia to find out, to end the ache and suffering that comes along with falling in love with someone who can never be yours. it’s a ridiculous kind of infatuation, the one where you’re not the good guy, but the villain in someone else’s story.

“no,” you try to say firmly. “she’s my best friend, aus.”

“if you’re her best friend, you wouldn’t be sleeping with me.”

he says it so sure of himself, like you’re the only one who was in the wrong, like you messed up a perfectly healthy relationship, like you wrecked a home that was never yours to begin with. “well, you’re her boyfriend, so what does that say about you?”

he chuckles sadistically, “don’t worry about me, [y/n]. i don’t give a fuck about how this ends.”

you think that you might spare yourself his harsh words, but he keeps spewing fire at you. “it’s like this. i’m up for an oscar, and kaia makes me look good. i’m gonna keep dating her until the show, maybe drag it out for a month after. when that’s over, i’ll be free to do whatever i want. now, what happens between you and me… that’s up to you.”

“how is that up to me?”

“depends,” he sits up, legs hanging over the edge of your bed. “depends on if you’re ready to lose kaia forever.”

if you were sane, bolts and screws tightened in your brain, you would be appalled by the suggestion of losing your best friend to a man. but, in that bedroom, him so close to you you could almost taste him, your judgement is impaired and your morality is down the toilet. you’re not ready to lose kaia. but you’re sure as hell not ready to lose him. “i don’t, i’m not —“

“cat’s got your tongue?” he jokes.

“no. just not in the mood to go down this road when we have dinner with your girlfriend in an hour.”

“how about…” he trails off, standing up on his legs and striding over to you, “…we stop talking about this, and do something else?”

his large hands snake around your hips, pulling you closer into his warmth. he brushes your hair behind your ear, dragging his lips down your lobe to your neck. you melt into him, your thoughts escaping you and blissfully falling into the ignorance you know so well. he drags his lips up to your jawline, peppering kisses before planting a chaste one on your parted lips. he’s not going to give you what you want — he doesn’t believe in dessert before the meal — but a tease for later will get him through the evening.

“i actually brought you something,” he speaks against your lips. your eyebrows furrow in confusion as he removes himself from you, rummaging in his pants pocket to retrieve something; a piece of cloth? “something for you to wear.”

you narrow your eyes into slits, trying to focus on the piece of fabric he holds in his hands. soon, your eyes widen when you realize it is not what you thought it was: vibrating panties, with the little toy sewn in and all. you had discussed playing with it before, but on a night like tonight? you weren’t exactly jumping at the opportunity. “aus…” you begin, but he shuts you up with one stern look.

“i didn’t bring it to ask if you were okay with it.”

his tone is laced with dominance. he’s well aware what he’s asking of you: he’s asking you to hold yourself together while you crumble piece by piece, in front of a packed restaurant. even with the fear and adrenaline of getting caught, you both know it was no use denying that you would submit to him no matter if you tried to object or not. “but, but —“

“sugar, you know you’re not gonna get your way.”

it rolls off his tongue like a bad habit; he knows just what to call you to mold you like putty in his hands.

“but i’ve been good,” you say, expression bleak, eyes falling down to your feet. you feel small, as he towers over you with an unspeakable force, as the balance shifts back into his palms.

“i know, baby,” he reaches out to caress your face, his thumb imprinting upon your cheekbone. “but you got us in this mess in the first place, didn’t you?”

you’re used to the vile words that rot you to your core, and you’re used to brainwashing yourself to believe everything he says. it’s no different when he says it now, standing in your bedroom, eyes gleaming with hunger, panties hanging from his index finger like a white flag. so, you nod, bobbing your head up and down like a slinky, shakily taking the panties from his hand. “good girl,” he remarks.

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an hour later, austin butler finds himself seated next to his girlfriend, across from his other girlfriend — that’s all he could use to describe what you two had — remote control burning a hole in his pocket. his arm is draped loosely over the edge of kaia’s chair, mindlessly tuning in and out of the conversation. he could barely breathe with the knowledge that he controlled your entire body; your pleasures, your desires, your highs and your lows.

you’re shocked by his apprehensiveness towards pressing the green button on the remote. it had been twenty minutes since you three sat down for your meal, and his finger hadn’t lingered near his pocket once. you’re almost certain he’s waiting for a moment where you’re at your most vulnerable, like a predator hiding in the shadows for its prey.

“so, [y/n], have you decided if you’re taking that brand deal with celine?” kaia asks, sipping from her glass of chardonnay, leaning back into her chair. her body languages indicates she would like to be as close as austin as possible, and you can’t help the twinge of burning jealousy that rages through you.

“i’m not sure yet,” you shrug. it wasn’t out of the realm of conversation topics to discuss your jobs. you had met kaia through a modeling gig, a show that you didn’t even want to participate in. she was the only person there who had made you feel seen, like you were more beyond the clothes and jewelry you adorned yourself in. she had made you feel real again, after months of staring at yourself in the mirror wondering if you were just an imposter. “think i’m gonna shelf it now in case i hear back from another brand.”

“really? i would’ve thought you’d go for it,” she says enthusiastically, “you really fit their style.”

“yeah, i guess,” you’re eager to switch the topic to anything but you; you’re too on edge to speak. your eyes flicker over to austin for just a millisecond, and he meets your gaze, allowing himself to escape in you for just that pocket of time. “what about you, kaia? are you gonna walk in new york fashion week?”

“probably!” she sits upright, placing a gentle hand on austin’s thigh. you’re praying she doesn’t notice how your entire body tenses up at the contact; austin, however, notes it. “my mom’s kinda pushing me to do it though.”

“you’ll do great,” you reply encouragingly. “you’re one of the best out there.”

“you really are, baby,” austin leans over to plant a kiss on her cheek, and she giggles at his public display of affection. and just as you think to yourself i fucking hate him, it’s almost as if he can read your mind, and his finger reaches into his pocket, pressing that little green button that turns on the vibrator nestled perfectly on your clitoris.

shit, shit, shit.

it’s a steady stream of stimulation, profanities airborne in your brain as your hand comes into contact with the table, grasping the edge of the wood for stability. kaia doesn’t bat an eyelash. your knuckles are nearly turning white as austin keeps the pace stable, eyes darkening as he watches your unadulterated reaction for any signs of you falling apart.

now it��s your turn to ignore the conversation at hand; kaia and austin fade off into the distance as you press your thighs together, hoping to relieve some of the tension occurring between your core. despite being entangled in conversation with kaia, out of the corner of his eye, he’s inspecting you intently. the second he suspects you might experience a moment of painless pleasure, he lowers the settings within the confines of his pocket. now, it dwindles down to just a measly buzz, pleads bubbling up inside of you. your eyes meet his, bottom lip drawn in between your teeth. he just continues on with kaia.

you sit there numbly, dissolving into pieces as he teeters you over the edge just to reel you back in, like he always does. you’re so absorbed in the sensation against your core that you don’t even hear kaia repeatedly call out your name. somehow, you finally comprehend words, snapping out of your trance. “[y/n?] hello, earth to [y/n],” she jokingly snaps her fingers at you.

“s-sorry,” you manage to stutter out, but to no avail sounding like a child having stage fright. “you know how i am, silly ol’ me, lost in my thoughts.”

you don’t even have to look at austin to know his lips are curled up into a complacent smug.

“right..” she trails off, and if she lets on to your antics, she doesn’t show it, just moves on. “well, i was asking if you’d wanna split the charcuterie board. i know you’re a sucker for brie cheese.”

“uh, yeah, yup, that’s good,” you rush to say before austin decides to torture you again. your fingernails dig into your thighs, leaving marks that you’re sure you’ll have to hide later. his nimble finger reaches into his pocket, upping the speed to a 3, enough to make you squirm in your chair.

your cheeks burn with anticipation, bottom lip red and swollen from chewing on it repeatedly. you’re nearly certain you’ve soaked through your underwear. the room feels as if it’s spinning as you slip down a path you know all too well, mesmerized by the feeling of losing yourself at his mercy.

the noise of your phone buzzing repeatedly against the table jolts you back to reality, back to the conversation kaia and austin are having, back to the way the weight of his gaze falls upon you as his eyes gesture to your cell phone. you shakily pick it up, thighs clenched and all, and read what he managed to text you even with kaia so near.

austin

don’t you dare think about cumming.

your entire being shatters at the text. your fingers don’t come near to the keyboard, eyes just slowly inching up to meet his, a sinister smile plastered on his face as he pretends to scour the menu. your legs shake with longing, to have that release, to let it all go.

to: austin

please, i’m begging

you look back up at him eagerly. instead of responding with a text, he just shakes his head slightly, putting his phone back into his pocket and leaving you out to dry. you’re so drunk on the ecstasy of the vibrations that you don’t notice his wavering hand on kaia’s thigh, the way it lingers for just a few seconds too long.

kaia has looked over at you numerous times, but she thought nothing of it, chalking your silence up to the fact that you just never seemed to like her boyfriends. oh, how you wished that was the case.

“hi! my name’s katie, i’ll be taking your order today! what can i get started for you guys?”

god fucking damnit.

you know what’s coming before he even does it. that’s how well you know his tricks. he glares over at you, finger pushing on the button that brings you up to a 5; the highest setting possible. the waitress is no more than 20 years old, ice blonde and eyes full of light and life, her cheeks a rosy tint, lips bubblegum pink. you ache to be in her shoes, sinless and incorrupt. she pays no mind to the way you’re seated in your chair, fingers wrapped tightly around the stem of your wine glass, chest heaving.

kaia’s voice echoes somewhere, “hi! can we get the charcuterie board? me and her are gonna share it.” you don’t even have the willpower to look in her direction.

the waitress collects her menu, notepad pointed towards austin. his raspy voice utters, “i’m just gonna get the steak. medium rare, please.”

“and, for you?”

you’re mute. silent. absolutely and utterly speechless kaia’s eyebrows furrow, this time, a concerned expression painting itself on her face. “[y/n]?”

sweat beads at your forehead as you swallow thickly, letting out a shaky exhale. “i-i, uh, um.”

you know it’ll be worse if you don’t speak, but somehow you hide behind your words, unable to form a coherent thought with the vibrator pressing into your bundle of nerves, austin’s gaze locked into you. you’re stuck. a mere depiction of what you’ve been since you started sleeping with him two months ago. “can i, um, can i just get, the, oh, the caesar salad?”

there’s a moan tucked into your sentence somewhere, and your brain is screaming, crying, hoping that there’s some form of release coming your way. the inconspicuous waitress asks if you would like any grilled chicken on it. your body is on fire, taking you apart piece by piece, limb by limb, as you stagger on the edge of your orgasm.

you’re aware that when you stop talking, all will know something is wrong. when you attempt to hold your breath, try to anchor yourself by tightly gripping the stem of your wine glass, biting the inside of your cheek roughly enough to draw blood, you’re nothing but his property. “are you okay?” the waitress asks, eyebrows raised.

“she’s fine,” austin reassures. “i think we’re all good here.”

and it’s as if he has a spell on you, his voice powerful enough to send you over that edge. just like that, you’re cumming. you know you’re going to be punished for it at a later date, but none of it matters, anything to calm the storm that was brewing within you. your face turns pale, and your palm meets the tabletop, slamming down on it. kaia is startled by the noise, watching as you squeeze your eyes tight, tight, tight and bury your face in your hands.

stars explode in your vision, different hues flying across your sight as you let your juices splatter onto the chair. austin, however, could care less. he already got what he wanted.

he has you appearing so strung out, and so in agony that your best friend is extending her arm out to comfort you, asking what’s wrong with pleading eyes. but, under the roof of that restaurant, sitting in a chair that was too big to fill you now, your body so tiny and fragile, you’re lulling yourself from the depths of your orgasm, your words from earlier in the week persistently darting in your brain: all yours, all yours, all yours.

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