#kinda vibing with pierced nip nops too but idk maybe i'm just ovulating

[differenteagletragedy]

More Bad Bad Boy Baxter, some of which may have been touched upon in the original post but sorry he lives in my heart

Because this version of Baxter is still so perceptive. He can read you like a book, and he wants to memorize every word. He wants to open you up and break you down, chapter by chapter, page by page, until he can recite every single bit of you long after he's gone. And this Baxter will do it too, he'll sink his fingers in you, will take every single thing you offer.

He still knows he's going to leave, and he won't purposefully be a dick about it, but if you end up getting attached after he's made it clear that whatever it is between you has a definite expiration date, then that's on you. Sure, he may hate himself for it, he might curse himself after he watches you walk across the street and back into your safe, loving home well past your curfew, with parents who care enough to notice such things, and he may have a weak moment when he's chain-smoking on the balcony at 3 am, trying not to think about how good it would feel to play this game for keeps, but still. You knew what you were getting into.

There's one moment in the middle of the summer, after one of those curfew-breaking nights out. He stays out front of his condo, watching you stumble through your door, a bit wobbly from the drinks he'd snuck you at the club you'd went to in the city. He knows you look just a little wrecked, that you smell like smoke and liquor and him, and when he sees the living room lights flicker on he can't help but stay outside, lighting a cigarette and imagining what's happening inside.

But he doesn't have to imagine too much, because suddenly he hears raised voices. Nothing crazy, and he can hear more concern than anger in your mothers' tones as they carry across the quiet street. He hears something about being good -- you used to be so good, one of them told you, and he doesn't fight the little smirk that crosses his features at the thought.

Because it means he's changed you, even if just a little bit, even if just for now. He's corrupted at least a little sliver of the pretty little thing he was lucky enough to meet this summer, and it sends a thrill through him. He wants you to be different after him, because that means you might remember him. Which, at the heart of it, is all he's ever wanted.