Warnings/Tags: Toxic relationship/dynamics, implied substance abuse, suggestive themes, implied manipulation and gaslighting, and yeah.
Word Count: 1000+ words
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🪩 Let's all assume MK allowed Party!MK, Party or DJ for short, to roam around as long as he doesn't fucking hold people hostage again. Because of this, Party was able to meet you at the arcade.
🪩 After the whole song and dance of 'does he/she want me or not?' the two of you got together after making out in a janitor closet at the arcade.
🪩Did he make the first move or you? Surprisingly, you did. Granted with a little help of liquid courage, you managed to grab his attention enough to step away from his equipment and dance with you.
🪩 The relationship was definitely in it's honeymoon phase for a while, the two of you being somewhat awkward around the other until y'all grew comfortable enough to the point you two became the couple that others would cringe at whenever they did PDA.
🪩Dates? 99% at the arcade, 1% at some burger joint.
🪩Nicknames? He's a clone of MK, ofc he'll use some cringy ass nicknames; angelcakes, babygirl, sweetcheeks, and ofc, apple butter biscuit. You'll entertain his theme of nicknames and call him stud, big daddy, hot stuff, and your personal favorite–boytoy (he doesn't like this one as much).
🪩Gifts? Expensive shit for his little apple cinnamon biscuit, even if it's tacky large gold chains or faux fur coats to match his own, he'll splurge on you from money he made from DJ-ing.
🪩First Kiss? Within ten minutes of dancing with each other, you two took the 'party' to a janitor's closet and kissed there.
🪩How he would be with a partner: Definitely possessive to an obnoxious degree, not the edgy cool bad boy way, but more of a 'will slap your butt and force you in his lap to make out' if someone even thinks about putting the moves on you. He'll encourage you to come out of your shell and try out new things the arcade is trying to promote to others—alcohol, desserts, junk food, etc.
🪩 You don't mind the extra attention from him, but sometimes you get tired of the random bursts of love bombing especially after he ghosted you a few times in favor of preparing for another bash at the arcade.
🪩 Any complaints go out the window the moment he hits you with 'Aren't cha having fun though?'
🪩 Ghosting aside, I think Party would try to be a good bf on the surface before convincing his partner to go with the flow of how 'busy' he is and convince them his top priorities aren't always going to be you.
🪩 How he acts around them vs others: Party can be dismissive and not romantic at times, but his love language is physical touch and he'll have his hands on you regardless if you're in public or not.
🪩 However, without the prying eyes of others, he's still his 'wild animal' self but toned down a bit—teasing you here and there, cuddling, and maybe allowing you to drag him on another shopping spree around the city.
🪩Around others, his main priority will always be to keep the party going so you're invisible until he needs you. Whether that's to sit on his lap, display an image of 'power couple' to others, or be a dancing partner to hype up the rest of the patrons in the arcade.
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The hand on your waist slipped past the waistband of your skirt and gripped the round of your backside, giving your cheek a few squeezes before you felt two fingers attempt to travel lower. You swatted the shoulder of the man whose lap you were currently perched on. The aforementioned man snickered as his smirk grew.
"Why are you gettin' shy all of a sudden, angel cakes?" Party's pink shutter glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose enough to reveal his raised brow. You furrowed your brow and looked off to the side. The blinking multicolored lights shining down on the many bodies, either floating or moving their bodies along to the beat, gave you more than enough excuses to not answer him.
Party stared at your side profile for a moment, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head before he pushed his glasses back against his face and rose from his 'throne' with you in his arms. You squeaked at the abrupt movement and clung to him, your head whipping around with a questioning expression on your face.
Party's wide grin revealed his sharp fangs as he exclaimed, "I know! You're getting bored! If you wanna dance-"
"Baby, wait-!" You were raised above Party's head and couldn't latch onto him as he did.
"-LET'S DANCE!" Party shouted as he chucked you over his equipment and jumped off of the perch to join you.
Cue the montage of the two of you twirling around the arcade's dance floor. Passing the initial fright of being thrown off of a high place, the anti-gravity calmed the cardiac arrest brewing in your chest.
You felt dizzy as Party dipped you for the nth time before raising you to spin around him. When your back hit his chest, a pair of hands greedily clutching your hips to grind them against his own.
Party's face halfway buried against your neck, you felt overwhelmed. Party must've noticed how tense you were because you heard a sigh from behind, and then you were pulled along to the bar in one of the corners. You were placed on a stool, and not long after, a drink slid in front of you. You squinted at the brightly colored liquid before glancing at your boyfriend who wiped the sweat off his brow.
"Whew, I'll let ya have a break before we move onto the climax of this show! Don't forget to rest your pretty muscles, sweet cheeks cuz I'm not done with you yet," Party smooched your cheek before dashing back to his equipment.
You watched him run off, exhaling as you dropped your face into your hand, and pushed the drink away from you. The thought of drinking your feelings anyway tonight didn't sit well with you.
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