͙֒✧ clubs and confessions
⋆ missy albarn x female reader
⋆ summary: a night of fun turns into confusing feeling and confessions
⋆ warnings: swearing, alcohol, smoking, kissing, english not being my first language, this being the first time i write something online
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Loud music, flashing lights and careless dancing— some people would describe a night like that as a nightmare or a waste of time and energy— but for you and missy this was an activity you participated in more then you’d admit to a parent or a job interviewer at the place you hoped to be hired at soon. especially the latin bars and night clubs in london were visited by the two of you regularly ever since you were legally old enough to get in, not that a younger age had stopped you two from sneaking in with fake ids, but being able to get in without dying from nervous giggles and the fear of getting caught, made it a lot easier to have a fun night.
Your hand in hers, missy dragged you trough the crowd of people with the goal of getting to the bar at the other side of the room, throwing dirty glances at everyone who dared to push against you. after settling on two of the empty barstools, missy dropped your hand, only to place it on your bare knee, the cold metal of her big rings making goosebumps form at the soft skin underneath her hand— not that you minded— the two of you had always been… close, so this wasn’t anything you even registered half of the time.
She looked ridiculously good tonight, with the short skirt and her high knee doc martens, the cute top that showed off a bit of skin of her stomach— not to forget the hint of underwear that showed— and her big oversized jacket that would’ve looked stupid on anyone that wasn’t her. you snapped out of your thoughts though when missy spoke up, her brown eyes focused on a card that layed on the counter. „what are you gonna get? i think ill just take a mojito for now and when we’re warmed up we can get stared with some shots, hmm?“ she asked, managing to still keep her lower voice up despite the loud noise as her head turned to you, her forehead hidden by one of her many hats and her eyes adored by little black dots and eyeliner underneath.
You give a short nod. „yeah i agree. something simple for now and then we’ll get this party going“ you grin at her, taking a look at the card „i’ll just get a bramble. you gonna order?“ you ask her and missy nods, used to the question, so she holds her hand up, the one that had the perfectly shaded tattoo of princess mononoke on it, and waves to one of the bartenders to give him your order. after getting your drinks she turns back to you, giving you a grin. „so. anything new i don’t know yet?“ she asks and you simply shake your head. „i’m pretty sure you’re already aware of every single aspect going on in my life right now“ you snicker to which missy just tilts her head, a familiar glint in her eyes that you never really knew how to place, and nods. „true“ she shrugs and takes the newly placed drink on the counter into her hand, taking a sip while watching you do the same.
Her hand kept inching up your leg, now not on your knee, but on your thigh, her thumb laying just under the hem of your skirt. „did you try out a new makeup routine? your eyes are extra fascinating tonight“ she hums lowly, watching you with a mocking grin as you swallow tightly „just used eyeliner“ you spoke softly, eyes on hers as she lets out a hum. after that, the conversation continued without much input from you, your eyes and ears fixated on the words her big lips formed while she talked to you about anything and nothing- you were sure that you could draw the shape of her lips from your memory alone, the amount of times you had studied them had left the image in your head like an engravement. her hand stayed on your skin, and whenever you spoke, even quietly, she inclined her head just slightly toward you, ensuring she caught every word.
After finishing your cocktails, missy gave you a wink before letting her hand fall from your knee, not without grazing it downwards teasingly, and stood up to order shots and stronger alcohol. in the meantime you looked around the room— the club was distorted with rainbow disco lights flashing around the vicinity. crowds of people mound together as they swayed in no particular direction to the ear-bursting spanish music. when missy returned, she managed to sit even closer to you then before, one arm draped around your waist, circling the skin underneath your top, while the other arm was placed on the counter, making her lean close to your face. „well, let’s get started then“ she grins and both of you take a shot glass into your hand to bring them to your lips and drown them after a short clink from the glasses colliding— the alcohol burning in your throat as push the glass back onto the counter.
The next 20 minutes would later on just seem like a trailer instead of an actual movie— many many shots and lots of giggling. knowing glances and somehow ending up in the middle of the dance floor. people pushed against the two of you from left and right, but you were to drunk to care. missy’s hands were holding your hips while yours were placed on her shoulders as you carelessly danced to the mixed and sampled versions of latin songs, both of you singing the words into each others face like the people around you did. your body pressed against her own as she pushed her face into your neck, mumbling the spanish words against your skin while occasionally kissing the delicate skin, which elected soft and almost inaudible sounds from your lips. „missy“ you whisperd softly but she either didn’t hear it or ignored it, starting to softly suck on your sweet spot right beneath your ear, making your eyes fall shut and head fall back a bit.
You didn’t remember when or how, but at some point she stopped and you went back to dancing to the music as if nothing happend— jumping around and holding hands while you twirled each other around, not even noticing the people you pushed against with that gesture. when the dance floor became almost unbearably full, she grabbed your arm and pushed you back to the bar so you could breathe for a second and drink a bit of water. „you got weed on you?“ you ask her, to which she simply nods and reaches into her jacket pocket, pushing her hands inside before groaning „fuck, my stuff is in my bag. and that’s at my apartment“ she spoke up, annoyed by herself as you pouted. „i only got cigarettes“ you whine making her roll her eyes and grin „quit being whiny“ she snickers and pushed your cheeks together with her hands „i’ll just walk around and ask if someone’s willing to give me a bit yeah? you wait here“ she said and left before you could answer.
You watch as she pushed her way through the crowd, searching for the smokers. you pulled out your phone, not being able to focus on the numbers that the phone time showed— 5am? or was it a 2? or was it 3:52?— you choose to simply ignore it and unlock your phone, thankfully having face id registered, and checking to see if you have any important messages. when none caught your attention enough to answer now, you pushed your phone back into your pocket and started to look around in order to spot missy again.
When you found her in the crowd, you immediately wished you wouldn’t have seen her. missy was talking to some guy, his arms on her waist, which made you grimace. their faces were close together- too close for your liking. who even was that guy? didn’t she just want to ask random people for a joint? why the fuck was she now dancing disgustingly close with some weird looking asshole? the scene made you feel weird- and the alcohol in your body let the knowledge that it was jealousy through, even though you’d usually just tell yourself it was a different feeling, but right now, it was clear that you were jealous.
Over the past few months you had often enough tried to convince yourself that you didn’t like missy as more than a friend, that being that close with her was normal in friendships and that your body was just being dramatic when it made you feel butterflies whenever missy got a bit too touchy and flirty— but as you watched her dancing with that alien of a guy, her body language showing that she was obviously flirting with him, you couldn’t help but frown, your eyes quickly trying to look at anything else. the loud music and colourful flashing lights didn’t help your case though— you could feel the vibrations of the beats and your eyes still couldn’t make out the time on the clock over the djs silhouette- the numbers morphing into one another, so you quickly looked away, only for your eyes to fall back onto missy, who was obviously about to get kissed from the guy she was dancing with.
Without thinking twice about it, you took your jacket in your hand and pushed your way through the crowd and to the door. with a push against it, you were outside the club, your heels clicking against the stones as you stumble to sit on the sidewalk after quickly putting your leather jacket on. you stare at your heels, the cold air blowing into your face and messing up your hair, but you didn’t care right now. with a huff, you pull out your pack of cigarettes out the jacket pocket and take one out, careful not to take the upside down one. as you inhale the nicotine, you can’t help but feel frustrated about the scene you just witnessed. seeing your best friend being like this with someone… it just made you sick. you wanted to cry and at the same time push her away from the guy and just kiss her. but you knew you couldn’t do that.
You hadn’t even noticed the tears falling down until you saw little wet dots on you jeans skirt, trying to stop them from flowing by looking up into the night sky. of course you couldn’t see any stars. the light pollution in london made it hard to see any stars, but tonight it just felt like they were mocking you— as if they weren’t worth showing when missy wasn’t looking for them, so they found a place to hide— the sky had the same color as the squiggles of tar on the side of the road and probably also your lungs from the unhealthy amount of cigarettes you had been consuming for longer than you should. looking into the empty sky didn’t help, but you only looked back down when you heard a soft voice behind you
„What are you doing out here? i was worried about you“ missy spoke up, her words slightly slurred as she sat down next to you— almost falling in the process— when you made no movement to look at her. „just needed air“ you sniffle, not able to tell her the real reason. when missy heard the noise you made, her mind automatically sobered up a bit and she grabbed your face and turned it towards her.
„Are you crying?“ she asked softly, holding your face firmly in her hands when you try to look away. „hey, answer me. what’s wrong?“ she asked but you just shook your head, mumbling an „it’s nothing“ but missy wasn’t having it. „tell me what happend! i was gone for 5 minutes and when i come back you’re gone! what happend in those minutes i was trying to get weed?“ she pressed and you scoff „trying to get weed? more like you were trying to get laid“ you say and free your face from her hands. for a moment missy didn’t respond, her lips slightly parted. „what do you- i wasn’t trying to get laid. i just… wanted to get weed“ she said, her firm voice getting less confident at the end.
„I saw you with that stupid guy, didn’t look like you were trying to get weed“ you sniffle, turning away from her as you press your forgotten cigarette against the stones of the street, watching the orange sparkles die. „why are you so pressed about me dancing with some guy? i just wanted to flirt with him a bit in order to get weed! it’s not like i meant it. and the second he tried to kiss me i moved away“ missy said, trying to keep her voice soft but failing to hide the annoyed tone and confused face. „but you flirted with him!“ you huff annoyed and missy rolls her eyes „so what if i was?! why does it matter so much, hmm? are you jealous?“ she scoffs
You tried to not tell her, you really did, but her words and the weight of the situation just made you say it „so what if i am? i just can’t stand to see you flirting with some guy after- after acting as if we’re in a fucking relationship! you hold my hand and touch my thigh, you kiss my neck and- and- fuck, missy! i just hate to see you flirting with someone who isn’t me because as hard as i try to tell myself that i don’t have feelings for you, i do, and it’s really fucking hard to see you pressing yourself against some dickhe-„ your words get cut off by a soft pressure on your lips. missy’s lips. on yours.
So soft, so gentle. but not for long— with a groan she buries her hand deep inside your hair, pushing herself closer and kissing you harder. the taste of her lips, mixed with the lingering scent of smoke on the tip of your tongue, was the perfect contradiction that made your head spin. a soft whine leaves your lips, which made missy tilt your head back by your hair to kiss you from above- being taller than you- her teeth bite into your lower lip and when you open your mouth to let out a moan, she pushes her tounge inside your mouth.
Missy’s lips must have been designed only to kill you, because the way she kissed, they way she tasted- lips like these should be forbidden, to keep them from breaking hearts and driving people to insanity. the moment she had kissed you, all of your thoughts had left your mind, and you knew that after this, you would trade all you own just to taste them once more. her other hand moves up to your cheek, wiping away the last fragments of tears. her touch became urgent, possessive, as her hands fisted the skirt, hiking it up and exposing more of your skin so she could grab your thigh.
The night pressed in, silent and intimate, as Missy’s lips traveled from yours, down your jawline, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin of your neck, another moan leaving your lips and you grab the back of her jacket. her fuzzy white hat grazed your cheek, but you didn’t care. slowly, the kisses, full of love and tension from all the waiting and hesitation, came to an end, missy’s head moving up so she could look into your eyes, both of your breaths ragged and cheeks flushed.
„I hope that was okay“ she whispers, suddenly more shy than ever. „i-i liked it“ you whisper back and missy nods, taking your hand and swallowing tightly „i have feeling for you too. i’m sorry for… not making it clear that i like you. and i’m sorry for flirting with that guy. i didn’t mean it like that- and i mean, it’s not like men interest me much“ she said, her voice soft but her usually confident tone coming back as she stroked the back of your hand with her thumb „you actually like me back? all this… flirting wasn’t just for fun?“ you whisper and missy nods „yes, i promise- prometo“ she said softly, the spanish slipping out her lips making you smile softly and letting out a breath you had been holding for too long „okay. im glad, because i- i really like you“ you say, copying her soft tone and missy smiles „then lets go on a date tomorrow. you’re not allowed to say no. i’ll think about it and surprise you, okay?“ she spoke and you nod and smile. biting your lip „okay. i’ll be ready“
Missy presses another kiss to your lips, this one more soft and gentle. her lips move against yours and her hands caress your cheeks as all the weight on your shoulders slowly lifted from the realization that this was real. when she pulls away, she stands up from the sidewalk, grabs your hand, and pulls you onto your feet as well „let’s catch a cab“ she grins and holds your hand tightly in hers while you start walking.
you look up into the dark night sky and smile to yourself as you spot the little shining dots. told you the stars only show when missy is around.
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