#okay but this reply is lowkey a slay on my part

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my maladaptive WET dream 🤭 if you will

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bada x reader (part 4)

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warnings: none I believe (besides subpar writing because I'm burnt out)

content: mentions of sex (but no one's actually fucking) sad gays, but some happy gays too, bada being hypothetically, reader lowkey slaying???

lusher wished that you could see yourself the way she sees you.

sure, it was cliché, but that didn't mean that she didn't believe it. you were much better than you gave yourself credit for, better than the things you put yourself through just to call bada a friend.

"what?"

lusher blinked rapidly, her heartbeat matching the pace set by her eyelashes. you had caught her staring, again. she scrambled for something, anything to say. something to diffuse this strange tension that she had caused. "I just... you look good."

real smooth lusher, you're a certified flirting expert.

you simply let out an airy laugh, waving away the compliment with your hand. "I'm literally wearing your shirt, narcissistic much?"

lusher sputtered, shaking her hands rapidly as she tried explain herself to you. "I'm kidding lusher! you're always so on edge around me, i swear."

lusher laughed with you, hoping that you didn't catch the look in her eyes that confirmed what you had just said. on edge, not exactly the term that she would use to describe how she felt around you. about you.

maybe giddy? nervous? wanting to impress? she wasn't sure, and right now, with you in her apartment instead of in badas' like you always were she wasn't worried about anything but you.

"it's actually because... im in love with you, and I always have been." lusher stated in an overdramatised manner, her hand on her chest.

"get in line." you replied back, giggling at her mock confession. lusher joined in on your laughing, ending it with a sigh. it felt so strange to say those words out loud to you, even though you didn't believe them to be true.

it was cathartic, in a weird way. she got the relief of confessing, but without the consequences. this had to some kidn of self sabotage, but she didn't mind it, anything to hear your laugh.

your moment together was interrupted when you checked your phone momentarily, only to be met by a flood of messages and missed calls. all from bada.

you let out a sigh, realising that your absence had probably worried her. you started typing a response, assuring her that you were okay at lushers, when the woman in question entered through lusher's front door.

"I have no idea where she is, lusher. she wasn't at my place, so I went to hers and nothing. I'm starting to thin- oh." she paused her rant mid way through when she saw you, obviously surprised that you were here.

she rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly, her lips pressed into a thin line. "... can we talk?"

you looked at her, before turning your gaze back to lusher, silently asking if you could go speak with bada privately. she was disappointed, you could tell. hell, anyone with eyes could tell that she didn't want you to go, not now, not for bada.

nevertheless, she nodded, trying and failing to hide her displeased expression.

"I went back to my place looking for you, I didn't know you were at lushers." bada was the first to speak once you both entered her car, facing forward with her hands on the steering wheel out of habit. her tone was... strange. for lack of a better word. there was some semblance of anger, you think? you couldn't place it, and that just made it all the more confusing.

"I was." your reply was curt. to the point. no cushioning bada from your anger, no more fake smiles and laughs, just you and how your real feelings being expressed to her fully.

she physically flinched just a bit at your coldness, but it was almost refreshing. like a run early in the morning, or the blazing, bitter first sip of coffee when all you want to do is go back to bed. a wake up call.

another awkward silence stretched over the car, with only the feint song on the radio and the nervous drumming of bada's fingers on the steering wheel to break the uncomfortable quiet.

"I'm sorry." bada said softly, effectively breaking the silence. "for not taking as much care of our friendship as you were. i know it may not seem like it because of my actions, but you are my whole world, and when I showed up to my apartment and you weren't there anymore I–"

was she crying? you didn't know, you weren't looking at her, you couldn't bear the sadness in her voice. you simply faced forward, letting her say her piece.

"I realised that losing you would be the end of my life as I know it, and I know that it's shitty of me to only realise it when you have one foot out the door but I hope that you... will allow me to prove or redeem myself to you or... just please. please, give me a chance."

you took it all in, her words. they seemed... sincere, and you wanted so desperately to immediately put a smile on your face, jokingly mock her for being so dramatic and assure her that you weren't going anywhere.

but, you didn't.

you nodded, turning to face her so that you could acknowledge her apology verbally. "you're my best friend, bada. I haven't given up on you." those words, however curt they were, lifted the heavy weight on her shoulders instantaneously.

she was relieved that she hadn't lost you yet, and she was going to do everything in her power to ensure that it wouldn't come to that.

she wrapped her arms around you from where she sat in the drivers seat, squeezing you tightly, as if she was afraid that you would disappear. she let you go, wearing a giddy expression on her face. "you are too good for me, my love. okay, okay, what do you wanna do now? we could go to the arcade and as a treat I'll finally let you beat me at that stupid dancing game."

you grimaced, feeling a lump from in your throat. "although I'd absolutely love to‐" bada's heart sank into her stomach. she knew she wasn't going to be forgiven immediately, but knowing didn't make your rejection any less heartbreaking.

"-but lusher actually wanted to have a game night kinda thing, and I couldn't ditch her in good conscious. it would be a little hypothetical of me. but, I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" you concluded, already opening the passenger door.

as you walked back to lusher's front door, you couldn't help but feel a little proud of yourself. usually, you would've jumped at the opportunity to even be in bada's presence, cherishing every speck of attention she'd give you.

but as you walked back into her apartment, the look on lusher's face made any doubts about your decision to stay vanish in her eyes.

"I thought you were gonna leave with bada." lusher spoke, unable to hide the smile creeping on her face. you had chosen her. by some miracle, you'd chosen her.

"and miss our impromptu game night? not a chance. now, prepare to lose at every game we play." you smiled back, feeling a small amount of guilt at leaving bada, but not enough to sour being with lusher.

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so this was what it was like.

to be rejected in favour of someone else.

bada could now understand your qualms perfectly, and the feeling she was experiencing left her wondering why you had even given her another chance.

it was a special kind of rejection, made up of a range of emotions. she was angry, not at you but rather, at herself. how many times had you felt this way because of her?

she was jealous. of lusher, she wanted to be the one that you were spending the night, she wanted to do game night with you. she wanted you to be in her shirt, not lushers. not anyone else's.

god, that fucking shirt. if she ever got her hands on it, she would burn it, or shred it, because maybe if it were destroyed, bada could live the rest of her days pretending that you had never put on your body in the first place.

did you let lusher see you out of the shirt as you were changing? were you going to let her take it off of you at the end of the night? were you and lusher a thing?

she couldn't stomach the thought. of you, sweet, gorgeous, sexy you being touched by someone else. the thought of your back arching, your mouth falling open, sweet noises escaping from between your lips because of lusher.

the thought ate her up from the inside as the hours of the night turned to morning. she had no reason to be so opposed to you receiving pleasure, lusher wasn't a bad person by any means, she would treat you well.

but bada could treat you even better, she was sure of it. she had spent years with you, and she was confident that she knew your body better than anyone else, even though you had never slept together.

bada stared at her phone. the time read 2:47 am. no new messages from you.

having thoughts about sleeping with her best friend was not something that bada had expected to do. maybe it was sleep deprivation making her delirious or something, maybe this was her brains attempt at conceptualising just why she felt so abrasive when confronted either the thought of you with someone else.

or maybe... this was the beginning of the eventual self reflection that bada would have to do to conceptualise how she felt about you.

whatever it was, she needed to sleep. she needed to sleep to forget that you were mostly likely, too busy with lusher to even remember her.

wow, she was such a hypocrite.

a/n: who are you guys rooting for? do you think there's still hope for bada and reader?

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"traitor." c.s.

warnings: bad language, slightly suggestive, my second attempt at fluff, chris is slightly flirty

summary: you and bsf!chris spend some bonding time together, but it takes a turn

i sighed as i rolled over on chris' bed after staying the night at his and his brothers house. i was on my phone watching social media, alone in the serene downstairs bedroom. i hear the garage door opened, and smiled at chris when he entered the room. i exchanged greetings with matt and nick as they passed the door before chris closed it.

"hey," he breathed, sitting next to me as i sat up. "hi," i replied. "i'm lowkey bored right now. what do ya wanna do?" he asked while turning to look at me. "we should play roblox again," i giggled, laying back down. my hair separated around my head as he laughed looking down at me. "okay," he agreed.

we lay next to eachother while he plays with my hair as his game loads. "dti?" i ask, looking away from my phone and turning to him. "oh you're so getting beat," he scoffed. i playfully rolled my eyes as i joined dress to impress.

"beach?" he read out. "these hoes are cooked," he giggled. i laughed at his confidence. "what? i'm getting first place unless these bitches don't know what real style is," he retaliated. "okay buddy," i sighed. "i'll show you, and then you won't be doubting me."

i put on a short skirt, a bikini top, sunglasses, flipflops, and the little coconut. i was about to add jewelry but the round had just ended. "fuck you," i spat at the game for ending already. "if you want to," chris breathed. "shut the fuck up," i giggled as he laughed with me.

chris reenacted his poses in the game, which made my stomach hurt from laughing. "you- you look like you're on drugs," i stuttered. "am i eating? is this giving diva?" i laughed even harder. "you slayed the house boots down, houston i'm deceased!" i replied.

the round ended, and i had gotten first place, while chris got third with his striped t-shirt with jorts and sunglasses. "these hoes clearly don't know what fashion is. this is fucking rigged," he said as he slammed a pillow. "christopher," i laughed at his reaction, blocking all the pillow blows. after winning many more rounds and chris claiming each round was rigged - ("i don't understand why they're all meatriding you, without me too-"), we both decided to play some murder mystery 2.

the first few rounds went fine, both of us getting innocent each time. when chris got sheriff, we both laughed at his pathetic efforts to try and shoot who we thought the murder. he flinched when he unexpectedly got killed by the murder lurking in the sewers of the factory map.

then- i finally got murderer. "i've been innocent forever- when can i be sheriff too?" i asked no one. "hah, i got murderer," chris flaunted, not knowing it was actually me. i hid my devious smirk as the round started.

the round started off normal, everyone was keeping distance from everyone else and collecting coins. "okay i was lying. are you murderer?" chris asked as he looked at my phone. since his sight isn't the best, he didn't notice the knife in my inventory. "umm... no. i'm still innocent," i sighed.

"bro, if we don't get a role next round, i'm leaving," chris suggested, and i agreed. it was the workplace map, so we passed eachother in the hallways all the time. i eventually grew balls and started killing some people, acting surprised each time the knife sound played.

"w-who is it?" chris asked, looking at my phone every now and then. i only killed when i knew he wasn't looking. after i killed the sheriff, i decided to make my way to chris. "i literally don't see anyone-" his sentence was cut off with a knife sound.

"traitor."

"i know," i laughed.

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SHOULD I MAKE A PART 2 WHERE HE GETS FED UP OF US LYING??? AND YES THIS IS INSPIRED BY THEIR DTI VIDEO AND THAT ONE STREAM WHERE THEY PLAYED MM2