SiX the Musical (& Cast) Oneshots

Last time (smut)

TW: MCD, it's a bit sad, maiya is very much based on Mimi Marquez and aimie is very much a depiction of mimi/maiya's future but we won't go that metaphorically into it, uhm yeah ngl i think that's it, oh yeah there's smut although it's sad smut :(

"Hey, beautiful," Maiya whispered in Aimie's ear, kissing her awake. Aimie smiled in her sleep.

"Mai... my baby," she said groggily, sitting up slowly. Maiya nibbled at her ear.

"It's ten o'clock. You sleep too much these days."

"And?"

"You're whiling your days away."

"So?"

"Let's make use of... today..."

"Maiya."

"Aimie!"

"What?"

"Let's go out tonight!"

"Where?"

"I don't know! A club or somewhere with alcohol."

"Maiya, you know how this will end," Aimie warned.

"Do I?"

Aimie rolled her eyes. "Alcohol makes me horny. I'll inevitably pull you into the depressing circle I'm in at the moment."

Maiya sighed. "Aimie, we don't have long. Let's just go for it. We've got nothing to lose." She laughed. "We've destroyed ourselves already."

"There's always hope."

"But the hope we have is lessening each day."

"I don't want to kill you."

"I don't care. I'm dying anyway."

Maiya pulled her out of bed. "You didn't take your medicine. That's on you."

"I couldn't afford it. Don't run away from the facts, Mai. We perform for the love of it. The pay is pathetic."

"You could've saved up."

"I was your age. Naïve. No care in the world for what I was doing to myself." She scoffed. "And I was broke."

"You wasted your money on drugs."

"Don't pretend that you aren't a junkie," she retaliated, immediately regretting it from the look on her lover's face.

"Excuse me?"

"Why do you want me if all you want is sex? You're an exotic dancer for crying out loud," she spoke quickly, diverting the conversation.

"You're one of the sweetest people I've ever met. Better than Jack."

"Mhm, yeah. Sure."

"Your resilience is attractive."

"What part of me is resilient? I'm dying, Maiya. That's not very resilient."

"You came off narcotics. That's impossible, trust me." Maiya gave her a look, gesturing to the needle lying on the bedside table.

"I can. Look at you," Aimie said, looking in the direction Maiya was pointing in.

"Let's just give up," Maiya smiled.

Aimie shook her head, clothing herself slowly.

"Do you need help?"

"I'm not a grandma," Aimie scoffed, collapsing over herself. She began to cough violently, groaning in pain. Maiya rushed to pick her up, holding her close.

"Oh, I can tell you that."

Aimie pushed her off, wrapping a scarf around her neck.

"Aimie, make love to me," Maiya begged. "We don't have long."

"NO!" Aimie screamed weakly in frustration.

"Why not?"

"Maiya! You're asking for me to kill you!"

Maiya looked Aimie's frail body up and down, watching the crippling effects of her illness trample over her.


"Aimie, I don't care. Does it look like I have any consideration for anyone anymore?" Her response was pathetic since Aimie could only agree with her. Maiya had all disregard for absolutely everything, and it wasn't a secret that she'd given up on everything she had.