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wildspringday · 8 months
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kehlani via instagram
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liquidsnvke · 1 year
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Come on. Have a little fun with me.
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riplikeren · 6 months
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scrchdrew · 2 months
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Will we be getting any new music from you anytime soon? I am asking cause my nieces are huge fans of yours. I am trying to get cool aunt points with them by asking!
@kehlanihills
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Elizabeth Olsen
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Angelina Jolie
Teyana Taylor
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Kehlani
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zarastuff · 1 year
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like or reblog if u save.
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ocea · 2 years
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** Please do not delete the text, self-promote, or comment on this post. Doing so will result in automatic disqualification.**
Hello, beautiful soul! I am so excited to present to you, the Blue Water Road awards. I have adored Kehlani and their art for SO long and her much anticipated album has recently dropped (can you hear me SCREAMING like a banshee?!) So, naturally I want to celebrate with them the best way I know how. If you are not familiar with Kehlani or their art, please check her out here. You can thank yourself later.
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CATEGORIES:
Little Story - Blog Goals (Best Overall)
Any Given Sunday (feat. blxst) - Most Exquisite Posts
Shooter Interlude - Most Desirable URL
Wish I Never - Most Innovative Theme & Theme Edits
Up At Night (feat. Justin Bieber) - Cutest Colour Palette & Decor
Get Me Started (feat. Syd) - Most Iconic Icon
Everything Interlude - Promising Undiscovered (Best New Discovery)
More Than I Should (feat. Jessie Reyez) - Shooting Star (Best Under 5K, must submit proof here to be considered for this category.)
Altar - Hidden Gem (Best Under 15K, must submit proof here to be considered for this category.)
Melt - My Personal Favourite
Tangerine - Best Gold
Everything - Best Light 
Wondering/Wandering - Best Mixed
PERKS:
A follow from me, if I am not following you already.
Your blog will be showcased on a stunning awards page (under construction.)
Promos 2 x per week for one month, per request only.
I will queue from you A LOT, blog exposure to 69.7K+.
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I will choose the winners within 4 - 8 weeks from the post date. Varying on participation. 
The banner image was sourced from dailykehlani on tumblr. The phenomenal photographer, Brianna Alysse can be found here and here.
This absolutely stunning banner was made by Carissa // xlfdesigns
Tell me your favourite song by Kehlani here. 
That is it, Good luck! Much Love, Kaelyn.
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cinnamongay · 1 year
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omg shane cheated on tess??
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gutshwn · 2 years
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kehlani polaroid icons
like or reblog if you used/saved
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thalassic-drifting · 2 years
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“f l o a t” -- a playlist by damien
Petals – Bibio
stay – datfootdive
Mirror Masa (I Think I’m Fallin’ for Ya) – Dathan
Butterfly – Kehlani
Let Go – Ark Patrol, Veronika Redd
Lucid Dreaming – Tinashe
Getover – j^p^n
Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2 – Drake, JAY-Z
Slow Like Honey – Fiona Apple
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wildspringday · 3 months
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kehlani via instagram
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liquidsnvke · 1 year
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Kehlani | The L Word: Generation Q | Quiz Show
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baelanikehlani · 1 year
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connectkrp · 2 years
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❛ MINJI, THANK YOU FOR CONNECTING WITH US! ♡
↳ To prevent account deletion, please add our community mod NORA within 2 days. After your request has been accepted, she’ll guide you through the rest of our registration process. Thank you again for choosing the CONNECT network!
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mysticheathenn · 1 month
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Your Ideal Person VS Who your Soulmate is
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Hi, Hexlings!
This pick-a-card is all about how you see yourself versus how others see you. This is a Patreon exclusive for all tiers.
Remember to take what resonates and leave what does not. This reading does not supplement your need to seek professional help.
Take your time when choosing your pile. Ask yourself the question and choose the picture that you can’t stop looking at. Listen to your intuition.
The Patreon Reading includes:
Who is your Ideal Person? (What do you want to attract)
What will your person be like? (The "One" / Soulmate")
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Pile l:
What type do you typically go for? (Who do you keep attracting) Tarot: 6 of Pentacles (Reversed), Justice, The Emperor (reversed), 6 of Cups (reversed), The Sun.
Two words: Losers & Pretenders. The song Pretenders by Foo Fighters popped into my head as soon as the Sun card came out to tie the pile together pile l. The type of person you typically go for are those who appeal to be one way but show up as something completely different. Similar to the song Stranger by Hilary Duff where she mentions in front of everyone you are the perfect person but behind closed doors you're nothing but a lie, a con artist, a loser. Your type possibly approached you with love bombing where they fed you a lot with false hope, and promises, saying that you deserve the world but their actions never back it up and it typically takes you a while for you to catch on but when you do you find it hard to leave because wanting to give this person the benefit of the doubt. For some of you, it's not even that, you're just d*ck or p*ssy whipped and can't let go of that. Your type isn't very generous even though they can be, just not towards you. They may come off as toxic masculine or even appear as masculine but again behind closed doors they are not that. The vibe I'm getting from your pile is you may have a thing for Alpha podcasters or pick-me podcasters. Those who claim they lay down the law when in reality they just transmute bullshit, manipulation, toxicity, etc. Remember energy has nothing to do with gender so this can go for anyone.
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Pile ll:
What type do you typically go for? (What do you keep attracting) Tarot: The Emperor, Judgement, 8 of Cups, Ace of Cups, King of Wands, 6 of Swords (reversed)
Two words Pile ll: Toxic and Passion. Two songs popped into my head, Fetish by Selena Gomez and Toxic by Kehlani. A popular Tv couple also sprung into my head and it's Olivia Pope and Fitzgerald Grant from Scandal and in the words of our girl Olivia Pope: "I want that painful, difficult, devastating, life-changing, extraordinary love."You love your relatiponships toxic where you break up and make up agai with classic make up sex. Might I add kinky, rough, and passionate sex..I feel some of you like to be twisted like a pretzel, ahaha. No kink shaming here, lord knows I like it too. Another song came through it's by Beyonce Up All Night.
" So many people that I know, they just tryna touch ya Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya Give you some time to prove that I can trust you again I'm gonna kiss up, and rub up, and feel up Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya"
Some of you keep going back to a cheater. If not a cheater maybe you are a side chick, mistress, maybe even sex worker for some of you, but overall the people you love to attract just aren't shit. But you can't help but keep falling for them because they fill some sort of emotional and sometimes even physical need that you feel you can't find anywhere else. This reminds me of when SZA mentioned her ex-fiance and how no one competes to the connection that they had. You may feel this way about the kind of people you attract romantically pile ll. You can't seem to let them go sometimes until you feel it's too much but then you are right back at it again with this person in the same cycle never wanting it to end. Hoping that what you guys do share is enough. I can tell this question "Is it enough?" may keep you up at night sometimes. Some of you the type you attract support you financially, some physically, others, emotionally.
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Pile lll: (I teared up at your reading on Patreon)
What type do you typically go for? (Who do you keep attracting?) Tarot: Queen of Cups, 3 of Swords, King of Swords (reversed), 7 of Pentacles (reversed), The Chariot (reversed)
Two Words: Maneater & Manipulator. Maneater by Nelly Furtado is playing in my head as I look at your cards pile ll. You love to go for the bad boy/Girl/person type pile lll. Some of you keep dealing with heartbreak when it comes to the people who you keep attracting. They come in as a smooth talker and then leave you high and dry after they get what they wanted out of you. Whatever that is some of you it's sex, some it's money, your time. your beauty, or just for you to be their emotional dump. You may also be the type of person who when someone leaves you they find their person right afterwards. This is only for a select few of you. Overall you never get anywhere with your type because when you think things are going good things take a wild turn and you're left in confusion as to what happened. Why again are you going through people who don't truly want to deal with you but what you can give them. Culture Club "Do You Really Want to Hurt Me:
"Do you really want to hurt me? Do you really want to make me cry? Precious kisses, words that burn me Lovers never ask you why In my heart, the fire's burning"
You are tired, lonely, and worn out by the people who come into your life. You just want someone genuine I feel.
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Thank you for liking and reblogging my readings. I always appreciate you guys on here and on Patreon. I hope you guys love this reading as much as I do. It was fun doing it, especially piles 2 and 3.
Stay safe and be blessed
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madelynraemunson · 7 months
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CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪
(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club series)
strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader
𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ MDNI I WILL HIT U WITH A CHAIR
Chapter 003: Best Buds
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It’s BYOB (bring your own bud) night at Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club. With everyone under the influence, things start to get… a little complicated.
* = somewhat smut
** = smut
↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*
word count: 8k
warnings & disclaimers — slow burn, brief smut, p in v sex, protected sex, implications that steve is a long boi voyeurism, marijuana use, alcohol use, sexual harassment, physical altercations, NSFW, talks of a daddy/master kink, stripping, pole dancing, mutual pining, flirting, mentions of previous sexual abuse, profanities
* AUTHORS NOTE AT END OF CHAPTER ❤️‍🔥 *
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Chapter 002 recap
"Doing it for Max," you remind yourself while fixing your hair in the mirror in front of you.
You reach for your phone to see the amount of time that has transpired since the private show with Steve. But the clock wasn't your concern when your Home Screen lights up.
Your heart nearly sinks to the floor.
Billy Hargrove
1 Missed Call
Billy Hargrove iMessage: 1 message
You open it.
What the actual fuck.
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Chapter 003
“Hi I’m Hell, it’s nice to meet ya.”
“FUCK! Oh my god — fuck!”
Steve Harrington is definitely not a loser.
An assortment of mewls and profanities fill the hot air of Steve’s bedroom as he fucks you mercilessly into the mattress, the frame of his bed rattling to the speed of his deep, punishing thrusts.
It’s 7 AM.
Though you’re typically not an early riser, you’re more inclined to be if you were promised this type of treatment every day.
“Fuck!” you squeal again, knuckles sheet-white from how tightly you’re holding onto Steve’s linens. “Right there, Steve…”
Steve’s grip, meanwhile, rests at either side of your hips as he pistons himself further into your sopping, spongy heat. Too cock-drunk to even form a coherent sentence, you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head while you take his unforgiving length from behind.
“Yeah, you like that baby?” he coos. “You like how deep I feel inside of you?”
You nod. “Yes… yes…I-I love it.”
“Looks like I’m fucking you back to sleep again, aren’t I?”
“M—mhm,” you manage to purr, reaching for one of Steve’s hands to grab a hold of.
In fact you’re already seeing stars. Sex with Steve is an extravagant experience. Now that he’s comfortable in your presence, Steve spent all night performing for you, abusing your soaking cunt to the tempo of every song on his playlist, catering to your every need in the form of profound and agile strokes, exploring every inch of your body with his firm and knowledgable tongue, all while refusing to stop until you yourself were finished.
You chant his name aimlessly as he plows into you further, tucking a pillow above your head to protect you from any sharp wooden corners. Another thing Steve prioritizes as well? Your safety. All night it’s been your pleasure first before his own. Now you know why everyone in town calls him the King. 
“That’s it…” Steve praises you as you fall apart in front of him. He smacks you firmly across the ass. You whimper at the sensation, chasing your third orgasm of the hour by fucking him back, tossing your hips back onto him, not caring the slightest if it made you look desperate. You need his cock so bad. “That’s a good girl.”
CRASH!
Something falls from the bathroom at the end of the hall. A shampoo bottle maybe? It stuns you for a second, causing you to immediately reach for the top sheet to cover up your body. You listen for traces of his roommate’s presence.
“Uh…”
“Earthquake?” Steve jokes.
“Nope,” you smugly shake your head. “It’s just you.”
You rise from all fours to turn around and give Steve a quick kiss. Steve chuckles against your skin.
“Me? It’s a team effort, lady.”
“You’re right, it’s us.”
Steve wraps his arms around your waist and guides you back down onto the bed. Laying on your back now, you watch him as he spreads your legs apart. He smiles down at you as he lines himself up at your opening.
An impatient sigh escapes your mouth. He swoops down to silence you, planting a soft kiss onto your neck.
“Steve…” you whimper.
“I know, baby, I know,” he hushes you. “You’ll get it, just you wait.”
He continues to tease you, gliding his cock along the lining of your entrance. You bite your lip and shake your head, watching him as he glides, thrusting his tip in slowly before taking it back out once more. Then he slaps his cock against your puffy, glistening folds. Your whimpers grow louder.
“Are—” you lower your voice. “Are you sure we’re the only ones here?”
“Yeah,” Steve insists, mumbling against your ear. “The roomie’s with his sneaky link. We’re fine.”
“Birds of a feather,” you retort.
Steve flashes you a flirtatious glare. “I’d never keep you a secret.”
“Lies.”
“Oh yeah?” he challenges you.
What did he mean by that?
A gasp escapes your mouth before it’s even registered. Steve is inside once again, pounding into you with a pace so exhilarating, the room around you starts to blur. The little time you had to prepare leaves you both with a healthy amount of friction and resistance. You’re nearly screaming now as pressure builds between your hips and in your stomach, your pleas for more growing louder and louder with every pummeling thrust.
“If you call that keeping a secret, you’re pretty bad at it,” Steve kindly retorts, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck, beads of sweat dripping down his pomade-sculpted hair onto your breasts.
“Oh m-my fucking god,” you squeal breathlessly. You’re silenced by Steve’s fingers as they assert themselves into your mouth.
“Oh my fucking god is right, babydoll.”
He issues a delicate slap across your face. You bite your lip, gazing up at him with lust-filled eyes. Snarky King Steve is your favorite Steve.
“Keep going, Steve. Don’t fucking stop.”
Before you know it, he’s bending you like a pretzel, your legs at his shoulders, knees to the tip of your earlobes. Steve slams himself into you, excruciatingly fast and balls deep, all while his hand explores your mouth, then jaw, then find a home around your throat. Another delicate slap brushes across your face with his other hand, followed by a “Yeah, baby take it”, causing you to mewl even louder.
The sounds of skin slapping against each other begin to sound more wet with every thrust, the moans you two exude bounce off the walls as you fuck into each other. You feel your walls tighten at the same time his head starts to twitch.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet,” Steve huffs. “Do I feel that fucking good? Are you about to make a mess on me?”
“Yes,” you attempt to say. “I’m such a messy girl, Steve.”
“That you are,” he swoons, swooping down to plant kisses all over your face. “Messy. Dirty. Naughty. And all mine.”
Four more aggressive pumps into you and you’re both done for.
“Oh my god…”
“Fuck.”
“Holy shit.”
“Ohhh fuck.”
Giggles take the place of moans as you and Steve collapse onto one another. You two lay there in disbelief, then share another laugh followed by a high five.
“Good game,” Steve jests.
“Rematch later?” you wink.
Although Steve doesn’t answer, you know it’s a yes. As you roll over to drift off into a small recovery nap you feel another slap land on your ass, followed by the sound of the trusty rubber rolling off your partner’s cock.
“So fucking beautiful.”
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9 AM
After care is essential for Steve. Lover boy loves to cuddle. He’s there when you wake up, arms snaked around you, with gleaming eyes and a rather itchy peach fuzz that you didn’t stumble upon until he was giving raspberries to your neck.
“You lasted longer this time,” you comment teasingly. You issue him a delicate boop on the nose.
“Yeah, cuz we’ve been doing it all night,” Steve tsks. “You caught me off guard the first time around, Hargrove.”
You pout. “Aww. Was I kicking you when you were already down?”
Steve pulls you to his chest, giving you a squeeze the further you lean into him. “You absolutely were, you devil woman.” He kisses your forehead and beams down at you with a smile.
“Good morning, by the way.”
“Good morning to you too.”
“Are you hungry?”
“I could eat.”
So you two rinse up together, and Steve lets you borrow one of his t-shirts to parade around his luxury townhouse in. He did offer you some basketball shorts he had lying around on his couch, but you decide that hopefully, in just his shirt and your new lace black panties, it would entice him for round five.
Suddenly your phone buzzes. It’s Max.
Hey where r u?
You bite your fingernails as you contemplate a believable answer. Where could you possibly be if your supposed shift ended two hours ago?
Post shift mimosas with coworkers. Be back around noon.
You wait. Buzz.
As you should 🤪
You smile before exiting out of your conversation with Max. It vanishes quickly when you remember there’s still a text you haven’t responded to.
What the actual fuck.
It’s been a week now since Billy sent that text. And with him being the type to spam, it’s strange that he hasn’t called or texted again. Especially since it had been Max’s birthday.
You shudder, overwhelmed with a sense of panic yet again. In hopes of postponing reality to the next day, you plant your phone face down onto Steve’s bedside table. It all made you feel stupid. Like an infant who believed they were hiding just by closing their eyes.
You walk out into the hallway and find Steve in the kitchen, frantically trying to find you something to eat.
“We need to go shopping again,” Steve announces. “So the only choices right now are eggs, sausage, toast, cereal..and the Cuties over there.”
You make your way over to grab a tangerine while you browse the cereal section. 
“Well, I had sausage this morning,” you joke. “And a cutie. So I’ll go with eggs and toast please.”
“Coming right up. Sunny side?”
“Scrambled.”
“Anything for you.”
You claim a seat at the messy kitchen island, decorated by mountains of bills and guy stuff galore. As Steve is cooking, you sit and admire the man who Hawkins calls the King.
Steve tries. It shows in everything he does. Behind every positive attribute about the man, looms a cautionary energy accompanied by a sense of guilt. It’s almost if “King Steve” refuses to take up space. Something, or someone, made him this way. Made him so guarded and delicate, yet so willing to give and help.
Before you know it, Steve hands you your Shy Girl-tailored breakfast, fluffy golden eggs with golden buttered toast to match, served with a glass of orange juice on the side. You thank him and he nods, tossing a dish rag over his shoulder and walking to the sink to clean up. With how sweet Steve is with you in bed and on a friendship level, the sole idea of him makes you wonder what he’d be like — years from now — as his one real dream: a husband, a dad…
The sound of a toilet flushing jolts you back into focus. Both you and Steve freeze in place.
“Shit,” Steve sighs.
Roomie is home.
Steve quickly wipes his hands and darts to his room, scurrying to find a shirt to mask the hickeys you left on his chest. Meanwhile you scramble to the couch to find the basketball shorts you passed him up on earlier. You didn’t want to give his roommate the wrong impression, though you kind of feel like you did, screaming like a banshee because you thought no one was home.
You’re tunnel-visioned as you scan the couch for shorts. Let’s see… TV remote, no — football, no — random backpack and baseball cap —
Wait. Is that a Hellfire shirt?
Your eyes widen. It can’t be. Steve wouldn’t withhold such vital information from you, would he? Maybe Steve really likes supporting Eddie’s business.
But then you think about it. You really think about it.
You think about Steve’s comment he made as he was leaving Hellfire. "Yeah. I gotta get going now. I got laundry to put away at home."
At home.
“The roomie won't be home…”
The use of “the roomie” instead of “my roomie”. Typically “the” is only used if someone knows of the person being mentioned. At least that’s how you yourself word things anyway.
“The roomie’s with his sneaky link.”
Eddie’s lady friend. Eddie only goes to see her during the most ungodly hours because she’s a bartender.
You feel so stupid. For more reasons than one.
Eventually you find Steve’s basketball shorts and throw them on, running back to the kitchen island where you then try to play cool. You turn back to the scattered envelopes laying around the island — all addressed to an Edward Munson.
In the words of your twin brother, what the actual fuck.
“WOOO — Harrington!” a familiar sing-song voice echoes from down the hall. “You definitely don’t wanna go in there!”
You recognize that voice from anywhere.
Whistling sounds from the end of the narrow hall. Coming out of the bathroom was none other than your boss, dressed down in a black muscle tank that revealed his avant-garde black and white tattoos, and royal blue gym shorts. His hair was up in a messy half-bun, the loose curls that were too short tie up are a cluster of anarchy around his face.
You make it into Eddie’s periphery, but he doesn’t do a double take until he realizes it’s you.
“Oh hey!” he greets you, somewhat expressionless. “You on tonight?”
As if seeing you in his apartment is the most casual thing ever. 
You’re completely swamped with humiliation. It’s bad enough that Eddie practically heard you scream bloody murder, but now he knows exactly what you’re like in bed. He knows how you like to be handled. How embarrassingly cock-drunk you get when your partner hits the right spot. How pornographic and raunchy you act when you’re with the right person.
You’re also dressed like Adam Sandler. So there’s that.
It takes everything in you not to grab your stuff and leave. But it is that same ick in your body that keeps you glued onto the bar stool of the island.
“Y-yeah,” you huff. “Sure, I’ll work.”
“Totally should…” Eddie sings again. “Midweek is always popping. Everyone always wants a lil sumn sumn on Friday Junior-Junior.”
You study Eddie as he strides over to the fridge, insipid and unbothered. Tired, if anything. 
Steve comes out of his room with his own Hellfire shirt on, trying his best to keep his cool as he clears his throat. “I, uh… I didn’t think you’d be home so soon.”
“That makes the three of us,” Eddie laughs dryly as he rummages through the fridge. “But here I am…”
You observe him as he hums along to a random tune, scanning the fridge for something quick and easy. He settles for what looks like coffee creamer, which brings you back to the time that Dustin said Eddie operates on coffee and an empty stomach. 
You try to focus on something else. Anything. Eyes-a-wandering, you catch sight of Steve’s old championship trophies from his high school swim meets, pictures of him and his boujee ass family at TopGolf, pictures of him with old friends at an actual golf course, glass cups from breweries all around Indiana and The States, and the expensive smart electronics that ornamented the place.
But not a single trace of Eddie and his life or family. The mystery of him sucks you in a little more.
Eddie stalks towards you, extending an arm across to pick up the bills waiting for him on the table. The world stops for a moment.
“Sorry for the mess,” Eddie apologizes. “The maid took the night off.”
An inferno pools at your cheeks. Was the ‘mess’ remark a jab towards you? Your thighs clench when the flashbacks of morning sex with Steve replay in your head. “Are you about to make a mess on me?”
“You’re fine,” you manage to say.
Eddie proceeds to pour himself a drip coffee then douses it in an unreasonable amount of hazelnut creamer.
You cringe at the sight. Sometimes a crush is just a lack of information.
Steve attempts to speak to serve as a filler for awkward tension, but you beat him to it.
“S-”
"So," you press. "How are things with the lady friend?"
Eddie makes a sour face. "Called it off," he shrugs. "Well, she did."
Your ears slightly perk up.
You feign a tone of dismay. "Oh no! What happened?”
"Guess our lifestyles don't mesh well with one another,” Eddie rolls his eyes, as if he knew it was some sort of excuse. He draws on about the ordeal. “She doesn't like that I'm always at work. I can only see her in the early hours of the morning, and with the amount of paperwork I have to do, I’d honestly rather be spending my free time sleeping or playing video games."
"Well, you should stop working so much,” Steve suggests. “It could help balance shit out more.”
Eddie snaps his neck at Steve.
"You think I didn't think about that already?" he scowls through gritted teeth. "It’s like the moment Eddie's gone, everyone forgets how to do their jobs. I always gotta come in to make sure they’re all staying on task.”
He turns to you.
“Take Mike for instance,” he explains. “Fucking chickenwithhisheadcutoff. Lights are on, but nobody’s home.”
You laugh.
“He was the one who forgot to take inventory on the 10th and 11th,” Eddie pops a scoop full of Honey Combs into his mouth. “Yet he was asking me if he could bring his girlfriend to the club.”
“Ohh,” is all you can say.
“I don’t mind all that lovey dovey shit,” Eddie mutters between bites. “But if it’s gonna distract him from working, that’s where there’s a problem.”
“Totally reasonable dude,” you agree.
“Yeah, Mike gets really distracted when El’s around,” Steve pitches in.
Eddie nods. “Ed’s got his own set of rules for a reason. The Munson Doctrine is a byproduct of when all the things that can possibly go wrong, have gone wrong.”
You watch Eddie stroll towards the windows by the balcony and prop them open, an indicator that he’s about to smoke. He grabs a tiny bowl that he seemed to know was laying around and loads it up with bud. He lights up and takes several large hits.
“So what’s everyone’s plans for tonight?” Eddie questions eyes darting between you both.
You and Steve didn’t think that far.
“Not too sure yet,” Steve answers for you two. “I do know we gotta go shopping again.”
“Tell me about it,” Eddie nods towards the cereal. “Tired of eating hamster food every morning.”
Eddie takes another hit, coughing away the excess like a madman.
“I’m hosting another BYOB night at Hellfire with the frens again,” Eddie continues once he calms down. “Been a minute. You should swing by.”
“Bring your own booze?” you ask.
“Getting warmer.” Eddie replies.
“Beer?”
“Cooler now.”
“Then what?”
“Bud,” Eddie replies raspily, nodding at his own amusement. “We’re still a red state, so we get our shit from Illinois. BYOB is specifically for the party. Edibles only, for obvious reasons. Still a fun time though.”
“Cross-faded on a random Tuesday, what’s more enticing than that?” Steve says. You’re not sure if he’s sarcastic or not.
“Exactly, Harrington!” Eddie hollers. “Glad we’re on the same page.”
“Is Nance gonna be there?”
Record scratch. Eddie looks at Steve like he asked a dumb question.
“She works there.”
“You know what I mean,” Steve glares at Ed.
Eddie rolls his eyes. “Is Nancy gonna be at the table? No, probably not. You know her. Total opposite of Mike. When she’s at work, she’s at work.”
“Yeah...” Steve mutters with a sigh. “Alright, fine. I’ll think about it. What else ya doing today before this?”
Eddie explains that after paperwork and grocery shopping, he plans to go over to Chrissy’s place to look at her car. It causes your heart to flutter. Business owner, manager, cook, music fanatic, and mechanic? Mr. Jack-of-All-Trades after your heart again.
Eddie shakes his head, evidently overwhelmed with all the responsibilities on his lap. “Hellfire would crash and burn without Cherry.”
“Wow, you do so much,” you comment, attempting to uplift him. He grins at your remark. You decide keep going. “Anything you can’t do?”
You feel Steve stare between you both, then clear his throat as he paces around the kitchen.
“Stop it,” Eddie chuckles, growing slightly flustered with his pink-tainted cheeks. “Kinda true though. I do everything and anything.”
“Yeah, especially for Chrissy Cunningham,” Steve jeers.
“That’s also true,” Eddie shrugs, attempting to conceal his now fully flustered face. “We done now?”
“We are actually,” Steve says. “Lucky for you, I gotta go get ready.”
Steve shoots you a wink and then excuses himself back to his room. Meanwhile, it’s just you and the other man you have a burning crush on.
Something shifts when Steve disappears. To shake off the unknown feeling that’s mingling in the air, you make your way over to the fridge. You hope that pretending to be busy excuses you from another conversation.
But before you know it, you feel Eddie’s stern — and marijuana-laced — breath on you just moments later. The torment is never ending.
The moment you turn, you’re met with Eddie’s big brown eyes. He speaks first.
“I was joking, you know.”
Whatever banter that was being exchanged earlier has now switched off. The pitch of Eddie’s voice has dropped a few frequencies, and that act alone captures your attention. Shooting your gaze towards him, your brow lifts.
“Huh?”
“You don’t have to work tonight,” he elaborates shoving his hands into his pockets. “We’re well staffed. There’s a seat for you at the table… if you’d like to come with.”
“I’m your friend?”
“I thought it was clear.”
“You haven’t even taken me to lunch yet.”
“You haven’t given me the chance.”
Fair play, Munson. Eddie waits for you to talk. You study your superior as he studies you, his chocolate eyes slowly becoming eclipsed by the widening of his jet black pupils. Hunger was unknown feeling that was mingling. It’s burning in your stomach now. Its essence that lingered between you both is the only thing keeping you two from standing any closer.
“Cross faded on a Tuesday,” you repeat Steve’s sentiment. “Sounds like a Friday ordeal.”
“Well when you work as much as I do, you try to make every day feel like Friday.”
Oh this man is stressed stressed. Something in Eddie’s hopeful stare convinces you that a simple “yes” would make him a little happier about tonight. But you don’t want to seem too into it.
“I’ll think about it,” you tease.
“Ah, come on…” Eddie tuts. “Steve will be there.”
You blush.
“And your ol’ boss,” Eddie ominously adds, propping his shoulder against the fridge as he leans. “If that counts for anything.”
Another loose strand of hair from his bun falls across his face. He shakes it away with a cinematic nod. You feel stupid for falling for your Eddie’s natural charisma. He does it with everybody, you remind yourself. It’s what makes him a good business man. You aren’t anything special.
“Will there be wings?” you decide to deal the inside joke you share.
“Flats only,” Eddie insists, feeding into it.
“Now that sounds like a good time.”
“Always is, sweetheart,” Eddie grins. “Can’t wait for you to experience it.”
Before he too excuses himself, Eddie hugs you, doing the verbal kiss on the side of your cheek once more before letting go. It never fails to leave you in a puddle.
No rizz, my ass Dustin, you think to yourself.
“See you there then, gorgeous?”
“You sure will.”
And just as quickly as Eddie disappears, Steve returns, sporting a basic grey Patagonia tee and khaki colored Dickies. His sunglasses dangle from the center collar of his shirt, his green and yellow “Camp Know Where” dad hat clipped onto the same belt loop that housed the keys to his BMW.
He meets you halfway by the island, giving you a soft kiss once more.
“I’ll let you hold onto that shirt,” he says. “It looks good on you.”
“Why thank you,” you reply. “Smells just like you too.”
You wrap your arms around his neck just as he does your waist before they explore the birthmark region of your lower back. Your breath hitches.
“I should probably stop,” Steve bites his lip. “I gotta walk you to your car.”
“I know, maybe next time,” you frown. “Also, you didn’t tell me Eddie’s your roommate.”
Steve’s face falters slightly. “I… didn’t think it’d matter.”
He’s right. Ultimately it didn’t matter. If you didn’t shut up, you’d tell right on yourself.
“I know!” you end up saying way too enthusiastically. “It’s just that he, uh, heard everything.”
Steve dismisses it. “Let him,” he says. “I’m sure he hears and sees it all at the club anyways.”
Steve bites the bullet and gives your ass cheeks a tight squeeze. “Besides, he can watch if he’d like. We’ll give him a little show…”
Your breathing scatters again, to which you give Steve a playful nudge.
“You’re unbelievable.That’s where your dirty little mind goes?”
“What can I say?” King Steve smirks, forehead pressed against yours now. “I’m a voyeur.”
“Clearly,” you wink.
Birds of a feather. As much as you didn’t want it to, your mind wanders back to Eddie and how he is most likely a voyeur too. Why else would Hellfire be an asset of his?
The entire commute home is spent fantasizing about both Steve and Eddie. You have absolutely no idea what you're doing and what to do in this situation. Would this even be considered a triangle considering how casual everything appears to be?
With everything unknown there is one thing is for sure: tonight, both of them are getting some kind of show from you.
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‘Friday Junior Junior’ is relatively staffed.
Mike and Dustin flicker across the room, darting back and forth to bus tables as soon as customers leave. Skating on the thin ice he’s on, Mike works quickly and efficiently, while Dustin takes his sweet time, attempting to multitask while talking to Suzie, one AirPod in at all times.
“Yeah, babe, I’m in Kas’ Korner,” Dustin lies. “Doing some food packing.”
You watch him as he wipes the table quickly after spraying some cleaning solution onto it, eyes glued to the job in front of him instead of center stage. He does sneak a quick glance at Chrissy, though. Then looks around to see if anyone noticed. You do, but you pretend not to. It’s funny. 
“I’ve seen her get richer in the pole, I’ve seen her. I knew she had to know.”
You're sat between Steve and Eddie at the VIP table, watching Chrissy alongside everyone else. Joining you three are Argyle and Henry, who both were miraculously able to find themselves coverage. Jim is bouncer for tonight, while Lucas has the kitchen covered after months of begging Eddie and Argyle to let him cook.
Looking over at Steve, you see him beaming up at Chrissy and decide to join him in showering her with his — many — dollar bills. Argyle joins in too, to your concern since he promised the group he'd buy everyone drinks when you guys all go bar-hopping later.
"Chrissy is amazing," you sigh, shaking your head in pure admiration for the starlet dancing in front of you.
"Isn't she?" Eddie responds. He delves into his pocket to pull out his phone. "All the ladies here are pure and absolute fuego."
Drawing your attention to his device, Eddie opens an album in his camera roll titled, "Hellfire Girls". He starts showing you short clips of the dancers, one by one, explaining what they're doing and how in awe he is of them.
“I notice that the girls like wearing pasties for tops that tend to have spaghetti straps or very little fabric coverage,” he says. “Or for when they don't feel like showing their tits. Saves you too when The Girls decide to pop out when you’re upside down. Always the fucking left one too."
You giggle at his remark.
The eloquence and respect Eddie has about the female body and wardrobe mechanics has you enticed. It's evident how much Eddie respects women and values their comfort. But he is also a man, and it's no secret that someone like him enjoys watching. And Eddie is never shy to admit when he likes what he sees.
He shows you another video of another dancer, Emmy.
“Emmy’s a fucking beast,” Eddie gushes. “She can do a split right from her side straddle. Kassidy’s the same, but the Pegasus is more of her strength. Lady’s got arms and core for days. It’s fucking hot."
He swipes again.
"And Justice knows how to do a Dragon's Tail, it’s a crowd favorite.”
Eddie's already had a few drinks tonight, so the filter he already seemed to lack is practically non-existent now. Steve is on the same boat, downing his third cocktail and not giving a damn how much he blows tonight on the dancers. You all the while, are one dangerous cocktail in and are already horny out of your mind. It doesn't help that Jonathan has a heavy pour, and that every drink he makes tastes like juice.
"Cheers to that," you smirk, raising your glass to clink with Eddie's.
“I’ve seen her take down that tequila. Down by the liter. I knew I had to meet her.”
"Maketh way everyone," Henry announces, asserting himself back into the VIP section after leaving not too long ago. “Bottle service a-la-Henry."
You turn to Hellfire’s bouncer, who ditched the casual attire tonight for a more classy black formal suit and a matching Rolex watch. His sandy blonde hair is extra sleeked up and away from his face. According to Henry, he never usually dresses up unless there's a special occasion. You suppose BYOB night is one of those events.
Henry acknowledges the cocktail in your hand before nodding towards the bottle of Don Julio that he’s holding.
"Tell me, Shy Girl," Henry starts. "You up to ditch that for something a bit more challenging?"
Eddie fires a curious look towards the interaction.
You eye the Don Julio that was luring you in, and ultimately decide to take Henry up on it. Flashing him a sinister smile, you instruct him, “Hit me.”
Henry slowly starts towards you, tilting your chin upwards once he pops the cap open. With your consent he starts to pour the tequila down into your mouth.
Fuck being responsible tonight.
An array of "WOOO"s and "OHHH"s fill the air around the VIP section as everyone cheers, shocked that you’re able to chug all of that without it burning. Little did they know, Don Julio tastes just like home. Well, south of the border from home.
After holding down your own fort for way too long, you've decided that someone else needs to be handed that baton for tonight. Since you didn't tell Henry to stop, you're still chugging what he was pouring into your mouth. You know it’s risky, especially since you had two edible gummies several minutes ago as well.
“Oh my god,” Eddie gawks as you settle for a final gulp.
“Shy Girl’s not so shy,” Steve comments, absent-mindedly, arms wrapped around your waist as he keeps you propped upwards. "Good job, baby. That's how you do it."
“That’s it, Hargrove," Henry smirks. "Swallow all that for me?”
You peer up at him and hold your eye contact as you swallow, making sure Henry knows that there's no more alcohol left in your mouth. Everyone knows you championed that shit. When you’re done, he wipes the remnants of tequila off your bottom lip.
"This one's dangerous, Eds," he comments, completely shocked by what he just witnessed.
"Don't I know it," Eddie breathes. "Not really living up to the Shy Girl name, are we Hargrove?"
You feel Steve's grip around your waist tighten. Assuming he was being possessive over you, you turn to offer him your undivided attention. Instead, you end up looking over at a clearly intoxicated Steve, leaning onto you for gait support as he smothers you with affectionate kisses all over your shoulders, ear, and neck.
"Shy Girl," Steve mumbles. "Shy Girl Hargove... Not-So-Shy-Shy-Girl."
You turn back to Eddie, meeting those carnivorous eyes once again. He's breathing heavily against you now, that this time he's not even hiding it.
"Yeah well the Shy Girl thing is all an act," you quip at Eddie flirtaciously. "Looks like there's still a lot for you to learn about me."
Eddie rolls his tongue around in his cheek as he eyes you up and down. He presses his palm gently onto your knee that rested closer to him and rubs it. "Can I crash your class then? Professor?"
Before you can respond, Chrissy bounces her way on over, ecstatic over the amount of tips she made.
"Wh- are you guys all drinking without me?" she exclaims when she approaches the table.
You turn to see her pouting ever so playfully, but then smiling when Argyle hands her a shot of the Don Julio. She too downs it like it's water.
"WOOO!" Chrissy cheers, raising the empty shot glass into the air. "To Hellfire Club!"
"To Hellfire Club!" everyone follows.
Everyone resumes taking shots and celebrating once again, this time with Chrissy joining the party. You watch Eddie as he feeds her an edible, another one allegedly, upon her request. He rests a delicate hand on her cheek, watching her chew, then grazes her cheek when she swallows the gummy, eyes glued on him the entire time.
“Good girl,” he mouths.
Chrissy flashes a playful, flirty grin before excusing herself from the table to go and give patrons a dance. She is stopped midway by a familiar, friendly face.
"Aht, aht," the friendly face stops her. "Not so fast, missy. I have some stuff for you."
"Oh, that's right!" Chrissy giggles. "Thanks, Nance."
To Steve's utter shock, House Mom Nancy makes her way to the VIP table. You feel him tense beside you, attempting to sit up straight and pretend that he's sober. You and Steve take in Nancy's effortless beauty, the way her straight brown hair was neatly kept in a bun, black square neck cocktail dress with transparent black tights underneath fitting her body like a glove, with nails that were always cleaned, polished, and painted a neutral color. Nancy is always so effortlessly pretty, but tonight she looked extra good.
“Here are your extra pasties, love,” Nancy reports while handing Chrissy her boob tape. “And also some spare bobby pins.”
“Thank you!” Chrissy chimes.
Nancy proceeds to take Chrissy's tips, tucking them neatly into a pouch that has a cherry design on it. As she finishes up with Chrissy, Nancy's eyes travel over to meet Steve’s. 
“Hello, Steve,” she attempts.
“Hey, Nance,” Steve says, eyes filled with sorrow.
Nancy’s eyes fall onto you. The air seems awkward now, most likely because Nancy read the room and figured out that you and Steve are probably sleeping together. You can’t hide your thoughts. Your face speaks for you, and judging by the way you struggle to make eye contact with your house mom, she knows now that you know of her and Steve's history.
“Hey you!” Nancy cheers, trying to mask the tension.
“Hey Nance!” you join in. “How are you tonight?”
“Good,” she smiles. “Not working tonight?”
“No, just here to support Chrissy,” you smile back.
“Awesome!”
If Argyle and Henry didn't know you two are hooking up, they sure as hell knew now. They exchange a lightning quick glance at once another and do their best not to do anything that could potentially worsen the situation. Not that it was bad. It was just painfully awkward.
It’s silent for a bit before Nancy clears her throat. “Okay then, I’ll see you guys later.”
All of you bid goodbye to Nancy and try to carry on with the rest of the night. The boys have no issue going back to what they were doing. Meanwhile, you look over at Steve who has gone pale and looks like he is about to throw up.
You rest a hand on top of his. Steve flinches before turning to look at you.
“Are you okay?” you question him.
He sighs and nods. “I will be.”
“Out of sight, out of mind,” you remind him. “Out of sight, out of mind.”
"You're right," Steve frowns. He grabs your hand to kiss it. "Thanks for being so patient with me."
"Of course," you insist.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom to freshen up," he says before ruffling your hair. "I'll be right back."
Your eyes trail after Steve to ensure his safety as he saunters over to the bathroom. When he makes it safe, you turn your attention back to the boys who are, of course, talking about sex.
"Alright you guys," Argyle speaks up. "Let's talk about it. Do you guys have a daddy kink?"
You're intrigued. You gaze travels over to Henry and Eddie who are trying to contain their excitement on the topic. They're trying to act like this is not something they wanted to talk about, but judging by how tightly they're holding onto their drinks and fixing the way they were sitting a little bit too often, they are more than giddy about this topic. Or anything sex-related.
"No not really," Henry shrugs. "But master kink, yeah. I like to be called master and all that stuff."
"Ooh, you're one of those freaky ass fools," Argyle says. "I see, I see. Eddie what about you?"
"Do we really have to talk about this?" Eddie chuckles.
"We sure do, you little freak," Argyle nudges him.
Eddie laughs to himself, staring down at the bottle of beer he's currently drinking. Slowly, he starts to nod, causing your heart to do sommersaults. This night keeps on getting better.
"Yeah..." Eddie answers. "Yeah, I guess I do."
"What's the reason behind your daddy kink?"
"Just think it's hot," Eddie shrugs. "I like taking care of the girl while she unravels right under me. Think it's also a power thing. I like taking over."
"You a choker?"
"Dude, am I?" Eddie exclaims. "Fuuuck yeah! I'm like the fucking waiter at Olive Garden with the grated cheese. Tell me when to stop."
The boys burst out in laughter. Eddie continues with an explanation.
"Cuz I'll keep going."
You are too cross-faded for this right now. Your environment starts to get hot, and you can't tell if it's because of the alcohol or the information Eddie was dumping on everyone causing your cheeks to flush.
"And you know what they say," Henry adds. "Everything is about sex, but sex is about power."
"Power, women, same thing," Eddie says. "Fucking love it."
His eyes fixate on you.
"What about you Shy Girl?" Eddie questions you, his voice deepening. "What are you into?"
Chrissy's screams could not have come at a better time. The whole club nearly pans their attention to her when as shrieks.
“You fucking dickhead!”
Startled, Eddie shoots up. “What? What the fuck happened?”
“I turn around to straddle him and his dick was out.”
You look over to where Chrissy is.
Absolutely fuming, Eddie turns to Henry.
“Creel..."
"Oh I am so glad I am not on the clock," Henry fumes. "I'm gonna fuck him up so bad."
You watch as Henry removes the black blazer he has on along with his watch and shoes before darting towards Chrissy and her perverted patron. You are about to witness what you have been warned about.
"Put that back in your fucking pants dude, what the hell are you doing?" you hear him demand.
"I was just-"
"Quiet. I don't wanna hear it."
"She was talking me up all nice. Not my fault this bitch can't put out."
You turn to Eddie and swear that his eyes have gone black. Yet he refrains from going there himself. He knows well enough that he can't get involved as a manager. There would be a lot at stake if he did.
After arguing back and forth with the customer, Henry digresses when he realizes he's talking to an arrogant brick wall. That's when the unthinkable happens. You watch as the customer practically flies out of his seat, at his mercy now that he is in Henry's unbelievably tight grip. He tries to fight it, swatting at Henry's hand, attempting to kick him in the groin. Henry seems amused. As if that poor customer has a chance.
You almost hear a SNAP.
"Oooh," you hear the crowd hiss painfully.
The customer wails helplessly on the floor as Henry continues to have his way with him. Chrissy, extremely overwhelmed, dashes to the bathroom as she puts her cloak back on, trying to hide the fact that her face is now completely red and full of tears.
Your eyes pan back over to the customer who is now sprawled out onto the floor. Henry abandons him after hissing a cruel, "Get your shit together then get the fuck out" at him and spitting onto him.
He excuses himself to go get Jim to drag him out. You're way too stunned to say anything to him, eyes glued on the customer whose limbs are now bent to a perfect 90 degree angle, neck seemingly displaced, shoulders misaligned with every other part of his body. There's a pool of blood and sweat on the floor. Or maybe that's piss.
"These assholes need to be mindful of how they treat women," Henry snaps when he returns. "Cuz one of these days, they're gonna find the One."
It's difficult for chaos to phase you now, especially since physical confrontations like this used to occur every day at home. But nothing could have prepared you for the aftermath of getting fucked up by Henry.
“Jesus,” you heave. “I didn’t know the human body could bend like that.”
“Naturally it can’t,” Henry corrects you.
“Evident by the bones snapping all willy-nilly,” Argyle adds.
“Yeah, I’ve gathered that, thanks,” you reply.
Eddie sneaks up behind you.
“Told you it was grody,” he says.
Steve emerges from the bathroom, slightly less pale, but still heavily intoxicated. He looks over at the customer, eyes wide.
"Jesus." You can tell he already knows what happened. Steve also seems to know who took care of that person. "I always tell myself I'l get used to it, but damn."
You go over to embrace him. He embraces you back, kissing you across the forehead with his liquor heavy breath. Although you wanted to be with him for the rest of the night, you knew he had to go home. When Steve glances elsewhere, you confiscate his car keys. Eddie guides Steve back to his seat at the VIP table, giving him small words of encouragement as they go.
"That's it, easy there, Big Guy. Almost there. You good?"
You stride over to POTIONS where Dustin just so happens to be now. Judging by how close he and Steve are, you trust him to take him home.
"Dustin," you begin.
"Yes, m'lady," he answers.
"You mind staying with Steve for me?" you request. "I'm gonna be with Chrissy for a bit, but I think he might be ready to go home. I'm not sober so I can't take his car."
"Oh no," Dustin peers over at Steve. "Let me guess, he saw Nancy?"
"Yup," you confirm handing Steve’s keys to Dustin. “They said two whole words to each other."
"That's two more than they usually do," Dustin mutters, accepting the keys from you. “But yeah, I got you. I'll be right there."
You let the men be men, re-enacting Henry’s bone-snapping marathon with the customer. Ditching them, you make your way to the bathroom, where you saw Chrissy run to, to check on her. The sound of sniffling in the stall furthest at the back is the first thing you hear.
“Chrissy?” you call out. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she insists.
A gag followed by some a mass that sounds like vomit shooting into the toilet contradicts that statement completely. Chrissy continues to throw up profusely as you make your way over, crawling under the stall to get to your new friend.
Chrissy is hugging the toilet now, clinging onto it for dear life as if it were going to run away from her.
"Room's spinning," she justifies.
“Yeah, you are most definitely not fine," you sigh. You pat her back to console her. "Are you just overwhelmed by everything? How many milligrams did you take?”
“How many are in three?”
“Jesus Christ!" you shout. "Chrissy!"
“They weren’t doing shit,” Chrissy pouted. “I felt like I needed something strong…” she’s interrupted by her own gagging once more. “Stronger. The edibles just weren't kicking in…”
“So we wait, love!” you exclaim. “We wait for them to kick in. We don’t take it upon ourselves, especially if one gummy is 20 milligrams.”
“Waiting around is for chumps.”
The room falls silent as Chrissy proceeds to self soothe, spitting remnants of her emesis into the toilet and focusing on her breathing. You decide to speak up again.
“How do you feel after what just happened?”
“I don’t,” she answers. “Eventually, you just grow numb to it. It’s part of the profession.”
“Harassment shouldn't be part of the profession."
"But it is."
"It shouldn't! Surely we can get Henry and Jim to do more training so this doesn't happen. We can take self defense classes?"
Chrissy sits up. She turns to face you, running a hand through your hair.
“Oh my baby,” she pouts. “My dear Baby Stripper. You’ve got some shit to experience before you truly know that none of this shit is preventable." She looks off into the distance. "You’re very brave for wanting to do this. I always used to tell girls who want to get into the industry to run as fast as they can."
You're no stranger to harassment and abuse, but you couldn't imagine what strippers go through on a daily basis. Unwanted gestures, having genitals exposed to them that they did not intend on seeing, stalking, retaliation, violence, kidnapping attempts. And these poor men and women who are just trying to make a living have to just accept it.
"There's so much I don't know about the industry," you admit to her. "And to a certain degree I am still naive about it all."
"That's why I'm so protective of you."
"I'll be fine, Chrissy," you reassure her. "I'm more worried about you. You're such a cute little cinnamon roll, I'm the protective one."
"You're so sweet," she says. "You have to promise me that you're gonna say something if anyone tries shit with you."
"Of course," you nod. You start to get scared. Chrissy is saying all this as if it was bound to happen tomorrow.
"And that if anyone at all seems like a threat, you let Jim, Henry, or Eddie know right away," Chrissy continues. "And Jonathan is in on it too. Just ask him for an angel shot and he'll know exactly what to do."
"Mhm," you nod again. "Yeah, you got it."
The extents women have to go through to keep safe...You shudder in fear. It's only temporary, you remind yourself. It's only temporary.
It's not too long after the incident that everyone, the party included, decides to disperse. Argyle volunteers to take Chrissy home and they leave in his van. Henry stays behind and talks with Jim, explaining to him what exactly went down with that one customer. Meanwhile, Steve is sitting at the VIP table, nearly passed out, but Eddie and Dustin work together to get him to his feet.
“Alright,” Dustin announces. “I’m taking Steve home before he starts simping over Nancy again.”
"Shut up, dude," Steve mumble, using nearly all his body weight to lean on Dustin.
You walk over to give Steve one last embrace, leaving a delicate kiss on his cheek as he drunkenly sways back and forth in your grip.
“Goodnight Steve,” you smile.
“Goodnight beautiful,” Steve says. “I’ll text you when I’m home safe.”
“Please,” you encourage him. “And drink water.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles hazily. “You drink water.”
After they leave, you return to the VIP table to order yourself an Uber. You're still intoxicated, but it's simmered to a buzz now. Before you can even navigate to the app, some tight jeans and combat boots make their way towards you, keys to a certain van out back jingling around his fingers.
“Ready, Shy Girl?” Eddie asks you.
“Huh? For what?”
“I’m taking you home.”
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author’s note: thank you so much for all your kind words regarding this fic thus far!! 🥹 and thank you for being so patient as i had a family emergency this week so posting was delayed! didn’t wanna rush posting either because i care about the quality of my work and you guys deserve the best!! i added a bunch of y’all to the tag list and am so excited to have you guys along for the ride. revising/editing ch 4 as we speak :)
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