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- ̗̀✮ 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐋 ₊˚୧‧ 19

[sadeyunl]

All About Me

welcome to my blog ☆

My name is gabby 🌸 she/her

19 years old 🇲🇽🇺🇸

MASTERLIST

RULES

͟͟͞͞☆ 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 ☆⏤͟͟͞͞

I write for Bad bunny, Euphoria, The outsiders,

Coming soon-do revenge, the black phone request are open but it will take a bit to write.

I’m currently majoring in Early Childhood Education. (ECE) to become a teacher and started writing between classes and working and to stay off of ai apps.

[sadeyunl]

Quick political rant

Noah shnapp did season 5 of stranger things and really made everyone forget the fact he supports the rape ,torture, death, and eradication of innocent Palestinians and children like Noah can be Jewish and not support genocide example- Ben and Jerry is a Jewish brand that spoke out against isreal and they got called anti-Semitic AS A OPENLY JEWISH COMPANY yet Noah is seen at partys in Israel dispite saying he doesn't support it and that he connected with Palestinian people.

Anyways, fics coming soon

[sadeyunl-nsfw]

Waxplay

Sub!benito x dom!reader

Warnings/tags- waxplay/temperature play, aftercare, mentions of blistering, sex in bathtub, improper use of shower head i think?. P in V, unprotected sex, kinda slight breeding kink.

WC- 1k something

Spanish with English translation included

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You prepared the area with a makeshift bed made with pillows, blankets and sheets you only got for this occasion, wax is nearly impossible to get out of good sheets. The rain had been pouring in about an hour ago tapping lightly on the window. you walked over and opened it about an inch the sound now more audible around the room.

He came into the room watching you from the doorway, towel around his waist, water droplets sticking to his chest, hair drenched from his shower just as one of the candles instructed.

You both (but mostly him) had been doing extensive research for the last 2 months he even picked out the candles at the adult store.

You always thought dominating him was for yourself and he had just grown to like it because it was you.

lately he’s been really involved being a sub which obviously you’re not complaining about.

he leaned against the doorframe behind you. Your back facing him. Then he spoke out

“Ya estamos listos”

“Are we ready”

you tested blowing it out and touching the candle pit and letting the wax harden on your fingertip a burning sensation that quickly left as the wax cooled over, he watched your movements closely a smirk plastered on his face.

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He got on his stomach, shirtless face down in the pillow, his arms under it intertwined with each other on the underside. The Lights dimmed down almost all the way the primary light source was from the soy candles all around the bed.

The firelight from the candles displayed over the muscles of his shoulders, the dip of his spine and the tan line that drove you crazy across his hips.

You straddled the backs of his thighs, and he let out a low hum of approval, even then right there you still had second thoughts you didn’t want to hurt him and you both know the risk of this.

Somehow he sensed your hesitation and turned his head just enough to catch your eye, a look of uncertainty only he could notice

“hey” a lazy smile tugging at his lips “Yo pedí esto, ¿recuerdas? yo puedo con esto.”

“I asked for this remember I can take it” his hand snaked down to find your thigh and squeezed reassuringly

You picked up the soy candle lit on the floor and blew it out immediately tilting it. The wax landed on his upper back a little too close to his skin, dripping down his spine a slow, deliberate line,his breath hitched, a sharp inhale that dragged out.

His hand reached back again, found your ankle, held on, gripping almost painfully tight, that action making you freeze.

“Fuck Mami Súbelo más” he groaned and added

“Raise it more”

“Oh So you can’t take it” you playfully remarked he rolled his eyes as you prepared another candle He rolled his eyes.

You blew out the second candle this time waiting a bit and lifted it a bit higher than last time, letting the wax fall in a slow, deliberate stream across his shoulder.

He whimpered Lowly as he saw your hand grabbing another candle this time you attacked his spine. You blew the candle out without giving it time to cool you just lift it above your head and dripped deliberately down his spine.

He winces transformed into a smirk and then a humorless laugh, he had every intention of getting you back later.

You bend down to kiss his back and shoulders your fingers tracing where the wax dried he knew this break was gonna be short lived.

As soon as you lifted back up you picked up another candle giving it more time too cool unlike the others finally taking your time now that you got over the guilt.

You drip the wax more on his untouched shoulder the skin was thinner there and far more sensitive he painfully groans and gripped the underside of the pillow.

You blew out the candle and took the wax to his other shoulder he whimpered which dragged out into a groan as he felt the path of heat splay across his back.

You repeat this testing how high you you hold it. Sometimes when he seemed too comfortable or when you felt he was too adjusted you lower it to earn a pained whimper or low hiss.

His back almost fully covered in all different colors he was flexing every muscle in his body you put the candle back down to the side of the bed admiring his back the way he tensed up, the drips of wax that were frozen on him, his silent grunts.

After the last piece of wax solidified on his body he suddenly jolted up forcing you to start falling off his back you let out a loud yelp as he log rolled over his shoulder using his arm to break your fall as well as stabilize you on top of him. He ignores your protest and playful hits on his chest and he pulls you down for a kiss. He breaks away and mutters against your lips.

“¿Me ayudas a enjuagarme?”

“You want to help me get this off”

You pull away “I wasn’t done”

"Tengo un show mañana, no me puedo pegar."

“I have a show tomorrow I can't oversleep”

He got up walking over to the light switch and turned up the dimmed lights, the shadows from the candle disappearing. You sat up on your knees and started to blow out the lit candles around the bed.

You heard his footsteps grow fainter as he went to the other room followed by running water, he yelled out

“¿Tú vienes?”

“You coming?”

“Yeah in a sec” you put away the pillows bundled up the old sheets putting them away practically shoving them in the storage closet along with the candles.

Then closing the window.

When you turned around Benito was directly in front of you as soon as you both locked eyes he shoved you against the window and kissed you passionately, using his hands that are Now gripping your waist to press you firmly onto the glass.

He suddenly pulled away smirking muttering against your lips

“Te preparé un baño para los dos”

“I prepared a bath for us”

He backed up expecting you to follow that confirmed it

Yep he was definitely getting you back

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His thrust were panicked and punishing so much the water was constantly getting splashed on the tubs wall or out of the bath completely flooding the bathroom floor. The shampoo bottles fell into the water the impact landing on both of y’all’s faces but that didn’t stop him. on of his hands were on your neck squeezing occasionally or groping you his other hand was under the water holding the high pressure shower head onto your clit only taking it off to rub on it himself.

He turned your head to the side make eye contact just so he could suddenly thrust slowly into you as he watched your reaction copying your gasp, the faces you made, smiling widely when ever you moan loudly and hand on your chin preventing you from moving your head, That was the only break you got and it was to mock you.

He pulled out about Half the water was completely gone now spilled onto the floor he took his hand off your cheek and strokes himself quickly when he came he immediately shoved his shaft back inside you effectively filling you up while groping you and kissing your neck.

Your release followed closely behind as he threw away the shower head and his hand trailed down to your heat his cock still pumping his seed inside you.

His other hand shoved his two fingers in your mouth to silence your Loud moans as you release onto his hand not noticeable from the surrounding water but he could tell by how you tensed up.

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You peeled off the now softened wax off his skin as he was on call with his managers talking about the tour while you were noticing some of his skin was red and slightly blistering which was definitely expected for your first time you still felt bad about it. His hand reached behind him and onto your knee his thumb rubbing with affection and reassurance.

After you were done you were both holding each other his head buried in your neck his arms wrapped around your waist hands resting on your lower back lower back, legs intertwined with yours sweetly muttering in your ear. “No te frené porque… no quería que frenaras”

“I didn’t stop you/hold you back because I didn’t want you to stop.”

He pulls away briefly to meet your eyes in the almost completely dark room admiring you while the moonlight displays onto your face and placed a small kiss to your forehead.

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IM FINALLY OUT OF WRITERS BLOCK 🥹

I wanna get all my reqs before the end of this month so I can start a new series based on the wolf (bad bunny’s character on bullet train) posting a poll soon 💖

[sadeyunl]

Rules

If you are not 17+ and read the smut I write on my other page @sadeyunl-nsfw I get it I’ve been reading smut since I was like 12 and teens are gonna find and read regardless so please at least just be a teenager and no 13 doesn’t count I don’t need or want nine year olds reading this.

No racist, ableist, colorism, homophobic, transphobic or any form of hateful or prejudice behavior is tolerated on my blog

This is not a safe space for trump supporters if you’re going to be political which I don’t want in the first place at least be on the right side.

I’ll write pretty much anything but some kinks

I will not be writing-

CNC/DUB-CON, anything with gore, scat play for obvious reasons race play and age play

𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖢𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 -𝖤𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾

-𝐆ᥫ᭡ 🧸ྀི

message me to become moots

[sadeyunl]

SADEYUNL’S MASTERLIST

Smut 🕯️ is rarely posted on here check @sadeyunl-nsfw

Angst🎭

Fluff 🌸

Bad bunny

Black fem Stylist reader x client Benito

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5-The Met Gala-part 1 part 2 Part 3

Part 6 - 10 coming soon

Friends with benefits with Benito

Oneshot-morning after 🌸

Bonus -Headcannos 🕯️ 🌸

The outsiders

Dallas Winston-

frenemies to lovers

Part one

Part 2-15 coming soon

[sadeyunl]

I JUST FOUND OUT HOW TO DO MASTERLIST….a month into writing

[sadeyunl-nsfw]

Bad bunny x Rauw Alejandro

MLM fanfic w/ English translation

Tags= unprotected sex, anal (both verse), internalized homophobia, (Rauw) small amount of angst i think?… happy ending tho

W/C- 2.3k

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The metal squeaked loudly and the sound of the headboard banging on the wall.

Benito’s face was pressed into the mattress. He groaned deeply, clutching onto anything he could. The sheets were quickly yanked out of his hand by the shaking of the bed, a pillow but Rauw eventually threw it across the room and finally he tried to reach out for Rauw’s hand that painfully dug into his hips.

When he did Rauw immediately gripped his wrist and put both his arms behind his back and kept railing into him with reckless abandon.

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Rauw was sitting on the edge of the bed pulling his shirt over his head while Benito against the headboard tissues in hand cleaning their mixture of cum off his stomach from when Rauw flipped him over on his back his softened dick rested against his thigh. boxers pulled down to his knees to easily be pulled up when he finished.

“No me agarres la mano”

“Don't hold my hand”

The question caught Benito off guard he threw away the last tissue and looked up

“Que”

“What”

“No me estés tocando la mano”

Don't be touching my hand

Rauw stood up looking everywhere but Benito’s face seeing those eyes would kill him more than anything right now.

Benito stifled a laugh unfazed by his sudden coldness he’s used to it by now, Rauw’s walls, he never confronted him about it until now.

“Estás cagao”

"Are you scared shitless?"

Benito got up pulling up his boxers and made his way around the semi circle bed stopping about 3 feet from him still in just his boxers.

¿Te da cosa descubrir que eres gay?"

"Are you scared to find out you're gay?"

He didn’t stop there

Rauws Jaw was already tightening

“¿Un pato?”

“A queer”

He waited a bit before saying the one thing that he knew would affect him the most

“¿Un maricón?” He whispered and frowned mockingly

“A faggot?”

That sent Rauw over the rail and he snapped “CÁLLATE, CABRÓN!”

“shut up asshole”

He stepped in front of him angrily significantly closing the distance between them it didn’t help that Benito was a significant 3 inches taller than him forcing him to look up into his eyes Rauw went on but Benito just had that stupid smirk that was enough to send him over the edge every time and just like Benito expected it did but not like how he expected.

Rauw roughly put on his clothes and gathered his things, throwing them carelessly into his duffel bag not even a glance at his secret lover.

Benito didn’t intervene, didn’t even dare to speak up, he knew he went too far, a very rare feeling for him considering he was just so cocky 2 minutes ago his eyes never left Rauw’s face. He wanted nothing more than their eyes to finally meet.

When Rauw finished he stormed out, The door slamming hard enough to rattle the frame.

Benito stood there for a long moment, staring at the wood grain. He ran a hand over his face and let out a breath sitting back on the bed that still had his intoxicating smell on it.

"Bueno," he muttered to himself.

He found his sweatpants on the floor, and pulled them up. He sat down on the bed, his hand hooked on his wrist behind his head. The only evidence of Rauw’s presence was his cologne that was absorbed through the sheets and as Benito was reaching for his phone.

The knock came.

Three taps. Quiet. Hesitant.

Benito's hand stopped mid-air. He looked at the door. Counted to three, then opened it.

Rauw stood there in the hallway, shirt on but untucked, jeans half-buttoned. His eyes were red-rimmed and he had his arms crossed tight over his chest like he was holding himself together.

He didn't meet Benito's eyes.

"Olvidé mi cargador," he said, voice rough.

Forgot my charger

Benito stepped aside without a word.

Rauw walked past him, the familiar scent of his cologne trailing behind. He went straight to the nightstand, unplugged the charger, and wrapped the cord around itself in his hand.

He stood there. Fingers tightening around the cable.

Benito leaned against the doorframe, arms loose, watching. Not pushing. Just... there.

The silence stretched. Rauw's shoulders went up and down once, twice.

"Te puedes quedar," Benito said quietly. "Si quieres."

You can stay. If you want.

Rauw's hand stopped moving. He didn't turn around.

"...No sé si puedo," he said, barely above a whisper.

I don't know if can

Rauw stood up and paused for a long moment. The charger was wrapped around his hand, his knuckles white. He still hadn't looked at Benito.

Benito waited. Didn't move. Didn't speak.

Then Rauw took a step toward the bed. Not toward the door, Not toward his shoes.

He sat down on the edge of the mattress, back to Benito, head hanging forward. The charger slipped from his fingers and landed on the floor with a soft thud.

Benito pushed off the doorframe slowly, crossed the room, and sat down next to him. Close enough that their shoulders almost touched. He didn't reach out. Didn't say a word.

The room was quiet except for the hum of the AC.

Rauw's breathing was uneven. His hands were gripping the edge of the mattress like it was the only thing keeping him anchored because it was.

Then, he tilted his head just slightly almost unnoticeably toward Benito.

But he did as Benito noticed every small thing about him

Like how he normally eats all his food in a hurry, like someone’s gonna take his plate but when he really likes something he’ll take his time. Or how his hands hover before they touch him.

Every time before he puts a hand on Benito's shoulder, before he reaches for something across the table, his hand pauses in the air for half a second — like he's still deciding if he's allowed.

Or when Rauw picks at the label of his beer bottle until it comes off in one piece. Every single time. If it tears, he gets quiet and starts over on a new bottle. Benito's found little curled labels on the floor, the coffee table, the nightstand, or out in his yard and label-less bottles it drives him insane.

Benito turned to look at him. Rauw's eyes were still fixed on the floor, but his jaw had loosened. Just by a fraction.

Benito lifted his hand slowly, giving Rauw every chance to pull away, and let his fingers brush against Rauw's. A question.

Rauw didn't pull away.

His fingers uncurled from the mattress. One by one. Until his hand was open.

Benito laced both their fingers together gently.

Rauw's breath hitched. But he held on.

The a comfortable silence settled over them.

Rauw's hand stayed in Benito's, fingers intertwined, neither of them squeezing too tight. Just holding. Testing the weight of it how natural it felt.

Minutes passed. The AC hummed. A car drove by outside. Golden hour from the window casting a warm glow over their faces.

Rauw cleared his throat

. "No sé qué hacer ahora," he said quietly.

“I don't know what to do now”.

Rauw's eyes followed Benito's thumb as he traced a slow circle on the back of Rauw's hand.

"No tienes que hacer nada. Puedes quedarte aquí un rato. Irte. Lo que necesites."

"You don't have to do anything. You can stay here a while. Leave. Whatever you need."

Rauw was quiet for a long time. Then he turned his head finally and looked at Benito. His eyes were tired, a little red around the rim, Benito could tell the fight had drained him.

"Y si me quedo," Rauw said slowly, "qué pasa después?"

"And if I stay," "what happens after?"

Benito held his gaze. "Lo que tú quieras que pase."

"Whatever you want to happen."

Rauw searched his face for something, anything . A joke, a catch, a way out.

He didn't find one

He looked down at their connected hands again, and Let out a breath that seemed to carry the weight of the whole night.

Then he shifted closer. Just a little. His shoulder now pressed against Benito's enough to notice.

Benito didn't move. Didn't push for more letting Rauw decide how close he wanted to be.

Rauw's eyes met Benito’s eyes then dropped to Benito's lips.

Benito's breath caught. He gently lifted his free hand slowly, palm open, and cupped the side of Rauw's face immediately Rauw leaned into the touch.

Benito took that as a sign and leaned in. Rauw's eyes fluttered shut.

The space between them disappeared, lips meeting again in that slow familiar dance neither of them ever left, hands still intertwined on the bed Rauw's other hand moved to Benito’s face

They pulled back to look each other in the eyes.

Rauw's breath was shallow, his lips parted, and Benito could see the war with himself still flickering behind his eyes, a part of him that resented this side of himself but the other didn’t want to go, the part of him that knew that the charger was just a shitty excuse to come back.

Benito closed the distance again, slower this time, giving Rauw every chance to turn away.

As soon as their mouths met, Benito's hand slid from his face into his hair, fingers curling at the nape of his neck. Rauw let out a sound small, almost pained and his hand found Benito's chest, palm flat against his quickening heartbeat.

The kiss deepened. Rauw's tongue found Benito's, tentative at first, then more certain when Benito answered with a low hum of approval. Rauw's other hand came up to grip Benito's shoulder, fingers digging into the muscle like he needed something to ground him.

Benito pulled back, forehead resting against Rauw's. Out of breath.

"Dime qué quieres," he murmured.

Tell me what you want.

Rauw didn’t respond, he just kissed him again showing him instead, and this time there was no hesitation.

Rauw's back met the mattress, Benito following him down, their bodies fitting against each other perfectly.

The bed creaked beneath them, the metal frame groaning in protest a sound that would only get louder as Benito's mouth traveled from Rauw's lips to his jaw, down the path of his throat. Rauw's head fell back, eyes fluttering shut, his hands finding Benito's shoulders, his back, the waistband of his sweatpants. He tugged, impatient, and Benito laughed against his collarbone, a low, warm sound that sent a shiver through Rauw.

Benito teased, breath hot against his skin.

"Tan rápido,"

So fast.

Rauw smirked and yanked harder, and Benito got the message.

Sweatpants came off, Boxers followed. The bottle of lube from earlier was still somewhere lost in the sheets, Rauw's hand patting the bed until he felt, he pressed it into Benito's palm.

Benito kissed on Rauw's neck and collar as a distraction as he quickly prepped him and slipped inside.

Rauw’s mouth fell open, his eyes heavy-lidded.

Benito straightened up, hands hooked under Rauw’s knees he looked at Rauw’s face how desperate he looked even with how much he swore he hated to be on the bottom, he smiled and lifted Rauw’s tank top up to show his chest before he began slowly thrusting.

Rauw’s dick bobbed with the thrust hitting his chest over and over again leaking pre-cum out the tip, Rauw a moaning mess, brows practically drawn together and then suddenly Benito wrapped his hand around him timing it with his thrust. His smile widened as he watched Rauw’s face twist with pleasure, occasionally squeezing at his tip.

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Benito watched the way Rauw's mouth hung open,

His dick was twitching, chasing Benito's hand even as he tried to play it cool, and Benito found it impossible not to lean down and kiss the corner of his mouth.

Rauw turned his face into it to capture his mouth. Benito felt him start to tighten around him. He quickened his thrusts, letting the pressure build, watched Rauw's eyes screw shut as he came with a deep groan against Benito's lips, Rauw’s release splattered up both their chest.

Benito followed a moment later, burying his face in Rauw's neck as he came inside him.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Just the sound of their breathing filling the room.

Benito pulled out slowly and collapsed beside him, chest heaving. He turned his head to look at Rauw, his hair wet and some strands stuck to his forehead, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and staring at the ceiling like he was trying to process what just happened.

Benito reached over and brushed a strand of hair from his face.

Rauw caught his wrist. Not hard. Just held it there, fingers wrapped around Benito's arm, thumb pressing against his pulse point, trying to push him away again out of bad habit.

Then Rauw let go, turned on his side facing the door, and after a beat, reached back behind him. His hand found Benito's and pulled it over his waist.

Benito's breath caught, He waited curiously to see if he’ll pull back. When he didn't, Benito pressed a kiss to the back of Rauw’s shoulder and spoon up against him. chest pressed up to Rauw's spine, their fingers still laced together, enjoying the silent moment.

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NOTES

I HAD to get this out I’ve been so obsessed with writing gay relationships since i’m queer myself

My phone which is what I used to write battery is fucked up so I don’t use my phone often I’ll try to get to reqs out but is will be delayed a bit

I have to buy a new computer charger if I’m gonna be more active as is now it’s gonna take a bit.

[sadeyunl]

No random porn accounts I don’t want to see pictures of girls naked 🫩🫩

[theunfortunate-author]

my daily affirmation as an author

[sadeyunl-nsfw]

Sorry for being MIA a lot this past two weeks These will take a bit as I’ve been busy with my senior week plus, prom, pre graduation, and graduation

I will start writing RIGHT after I walk the stage in order of reqs

1-waxplay

2-puppyboy

3-hate sex

4 Rauw x Benito MLM (not a req)

Once again im so sorry to leave y’all hanging all of these world be posted start of July

Love ya 🩵🫶🏽

[sadeyunl]

Im finally graduating tomorrow 🥹

[sadeyunl-nsfw]

I need to get back to the writing booth

[sadeyunl]

I’ve been procrastinating feeling uninspired lately, but I will probably have at least two stories by the start of July hopefully

[sadeyunl]

How it generally feels posting anything that’s not a fic on my page

[sadeyunl-nsfw]

puppyboy benito.... pls...

Before I start writing is it just ears,collar and wrap around/ wearable tail

Or does that tail plug somewhere…

Lmk

Plug

No plug

Voting ended onJun 25

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W/c 1.2k

Bad bunny/Benito-Client Reader x stylist-reader (black fem) Part 5

Met gala pt 3 - YSL Afterparty

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When you make it to the venue, Benito gets out of the car before you and opens the door for you, as he normally does. Before you guys go in, he suddenly starts.

"I'm leaving for tour uh… Friday." He pauses for a beat, then continues, "If you change your mind" He digs in his inner pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, which looks like his phone number. "I have your number."

You try to give it back, but his open palm pushes yours back as he says, "This one is personal." Once he's sure you're going to take it, he pulls out his checkbook, which gives you time to look at the number more closely. He was right you don't recognize it.

"If you change your mind, you call me tonight." He smiles while handing you the check. When you hesitate for a few seconds, he tilts his head, anticipating your response.

"Okay, yeah." You put the number and check in your purse as you walk to the entrance of the party, Benito staying behind for a bit to talk to his manager, Noah.

Your phone vibrates in your purse. You answer and hear Mrs. Prada's voice on the other line. "The top stylists have a VIP upstairs. We want to discuss a few things with you."

Upon making it to the door, the bouncer lets you in immediately. Amid the loud music and people's chatter, you make it up to VIP and walk through the door. As the door closes, it muffles the noise. The room has butlers in almost every corner.

"Your coat, miss."

You nod and shrug it off your shoulders, while another butler leads you to a room met with a champagne-adorned table, a stack of menus, and a large dining table in the middle of the room. As the heavy door shuts behind you, the group of stylists looks at you, their faces unreadable. Their chattering ceases, some of them sharing glances.

"Hey, Y/N, you made it." She turns to the group. "We can start now."

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You sit at the table as the butler sets down a portion of creamy risotto garnished with a distinct dark element—by the smell of it, likely truffle oil—along with a white piece of paper with a black border and a schedule written on it:

June 12–15, 2025: London Fashion Week

June 20–24, 2025: Milan Fashion Week (Men's)

June 24–29, 2025: Paris Fashion Week (Men's)

July 7–10, 2025: Paris Haute Couture Week

Then a lady clinks her glass with a fork. The attention in the room goes to her.

"Hello. Stylists, if you're here, your talent has been recognized and you have the opportunity to partake in the Summer Fashion Week Tour."

The room bursts into cheers and claps that all sound like a blur to you. The world slows around you. At that table, accepting this would mean rejecting going on tour with Benito. But it also means you will get public recognition.

"So, we'll be discussing themes for this summer and a possible new member." She gestures to you. "Y/N Y/LN, appointed by the founder of Prada."

It's silent for a moment. Then slow and unsure claps, along with subtle glancing that makes you uneasy.

"We'll talk more about themes Thursday at Mira's house. I'll add Y/N to the group chat."

"Y/N, meet—"

Sloane Barrett. You observe all your possible co-workers. Tall and lean, with sharp cheekbones and a sleek black bob that ends just below her shoulder. Dark, almond-shaped eyes and a neutral lip. Constantly sporting a scowl.

Mira Castillo. Mid-height with a soft, curvy build. Long dark hair worn in a low slicked bun. Round face with full brows.

Zara Kim. Petite and sharp, with burgundy face-framing layers. High-contrast features: pale skin, dark eyes.

Jules Moreau. Slender and angular, with cropped curly hair and a defined jawline. Light eyes- gray or maybe pale blue, there's no telling in the dimmed lighting.

Romy Delgado. Slightly athletic build, a few inches above average height. Dark hair tied back in a short ponytail. The only guy at the table.

These people already seemed close with each other making you realize how alone you felt. And also made you realize no one here looked like you.

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Mira's living room was just as big as your whole apartment. The amount of space making you feel self-conscious, as if the other stylists weren't doing it enough.

"So for London Fashion Week… Y/N." You snap back into the present.

"We need some pieces with your touch on them. Just, you know, we're gonna go for a more urban look for this summer."

"I'm sorry—urban?"

"You know, your style… street-like."

Oh. This bitch seriously just said that.

"Street?"

"You know what I mean."

You press your tongue against your cheek. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean."

Before you can protest, Sloane speaks up from the corner of the couch, her voice light and almost bored. "She's not wrong though. You've got that whole…" She waves a hand vaguely in your direction. "Look. It's fresh. It's edgy. Very downtown."

Jules snickers under her breath. Zara hides a smile behind her champagne glass.

Mira tilts her head, all faux innocence. "I meant it as a compliment, Y/N. Really. We just need someone who can bring that authentic energy to the collection."

Her word lands like a slap. You look around the room — at their sleek designer outfits, their perfectly curated aesthetics, their faces that all seem to share the same unspoken understanding. The same unspoken you don't belong here.

No one here looks like you. And they've made sure you know it.

You stand up slowly, grabbing your bag. The room falls into a deathly colored silence.

"Y/N, come on—" Mira starts.

"You know what?" You turn back at the door, your voice calm but sharp. "I don't think this Fashion Week summer bullshit is gonna work for me. Find someone else to bring that urban energy."

You walk out before anyone can respond.

In the car, you sit frozen, your jaw tight, your hands trembling slightly with anger. You open your phone. A new follower: @Benitoantonio. You check his story a list of his tour dates.

You rest your head against the seat. The uncashed check in your purse. you rummage through in your bag to find it then you saw his number right against it.

Just then, your phone rings. It’s was Mrs Prada

"Hey, what happened in there? You know how many strings I had to pull—"

"They talked to me like I was their street cred."

A long pause. Then, quieter: "look I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't know it would be that bad"

"You knew they were like that?."

Another pause. You can hear her exhale.

"So what are you gonna do?"

You look down at Benito's number. Then at the tour dates on your screen.

"I'm going on tour."

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Notes

Took like three days to write

last part to the met gala trilogy

Now and Benito and reader will have more contact (after basically like 7 parts)

[sadeyunl]

These parts low-key gonna take bit Longer because im adding a bit to tie in the story trying to get this out tonight tho

[sadeyunl]

Cade reader x Dallas Winston pt 1

Frenemies to lovers

Wc= 1.6k

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I knew dallas since elementary school. He was always a troublesome kid he lies, cheats, and steals and when he finally got sent off to the detention center when he was ten years old everyone thought that it would help him but it only made him worse.

In middle school he made a whole rumor that we slept together behind the bleachers of course when the school called my mom and got on my ass about it. Everyone seemed to believe it, even my parents.

Ever since then I have hated him even though it happened three years ago to make matters worse he started hanging around my younger brother johnny.

I just thank god he's nothing like him and I'd like to keep it that way. I've always been protective of him since he got jumped by a group of socs in a blue mustang.

I’m always sure he's with someone before going anywhere even then I could tell it took effect on him he's always pretty shaky and the bastard was wearing a ring and left on scar on his cheek when he pounded him

I guess what kept me hung on the most is I was supposed to drive him home but I decided to take overtime that day. I have my heart set on never pulling something like that again. I felt like it was my fault no matter how many times he tries to convince me otherwise.

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I wake up from my alarm clock beeping loudly in my ears. I slap the top of it lazily, rubbing the sleep from my eyes before heading to the bathroom to shower and follow through with my routine to get ready for work. I realized I couldn't hear my mothers snoring. It was quiet throughout the house. I enjoyed this moment knowing I’d be short living.

Before heading to work I made my way down the hallway and stop in the doorway of Johnny’s room I see him asleep in his bed I walk over to his bedside kneel down ran my hands through his hair and then I broke the silence "Johnny" I whispered softly a moment goes by he stirs for a sec then fell back asleep.

Then I roughly shake him W-what" he murmurs sleepily I kept shaking him until he rolled off the bed and he hit the floor with Thud he jolts awake "HEY” He groaned.

"Where's mom?" I asked

"I don’t know, probably to get some beer, Why is she not back yet?" He said in a tired voice

You stood up adjusting your uniform before continuing "I'm going to work so go down to the Curtis's until I get off I'll take you there get dressed"

"its just around the corner I can lone it besides you gotta go to the diner"he stretched out his arm rubbing his eye with the other still sitting.

"its fine gus will understand" I dismiss him clapping my hands urgently “come on get up get dressed hurry! And clean your room when you get home”

I left his room shutting the door behind me and started on breakfast in the kitchen

the aroma of bacon eggs and toast ligured in the house and without my call, johnny came out of his room of in his usual black shirt and jeans.

we sat down at the table and eat together silently collectively enjoying the quiet before he finally broke it.

"me and Pony were thinking of going for a flick at the drive in"

"Do you need a few bucks to get in"

"no actually dallas cut a hole in the fence leading to the back of the drive-in he showed to me before he got sent off to the cooler"

I roll my eyes at the mention of Dallas, obviously annoyed and looked down at my plate rolling around my eggs

"of course I gave him an insincere smile" I didn't let him know how much it was bothering me but I didn't want johnny learning anything from a man like that i didn’t say anything but soon enough he acknowledged my discomfort

"your still mad about that It's been three years no one even remembers it plus it's just a rumor"

"It’s crazy how you sound just like him” i laughed even tho it was bitter intentioned

“who else is coming"

"no one just me and pony " he said nervously, eyes darted to his plate.

"Yeah your not going alone"

"Im not going alone" he stated mockingly I got pony

"Yeah With Pony you might as well be"

"come on y/n you gotta stop babying me I'll be fine"

I took a deep breath weighing my options "alright I’ll let you but I’ll have to give you something" "Yeah yeah what is i-" I handed him a switchblade from across the table before he finished his sentence."oh no no no I could never use this he pushes back in my hands"

"then don't just scare em off alright no one acts funny with a knife to their neck. just take it"

"And what if they knock it out of my hand"

"then you better haul-ass outta there, I’m not actually asking you to cut anyone its just in case you know but this is a last resort im gonna ask the boys to go with you"

he looks at me uncertainly for a second at first then he eventually stuffs it in his back pocket

"where'd you even get this anyway"

"ex boyfriend" I shrugged and grabbed my keys from the table and walked out of our house.

We walked out the front door and suddenly saw two bit and Steve running after a car, a mustang on the east side is never a good sign then I saw Soda standing over what looked to be ponyboy on the ground and in tears I quickly ran to them johnny following after.

"Did they pull a blade on you" soda asked worried

ponyboy turns his head about to cry and answers shakily, "Yeah"...

"easy ponyboy they ani't gon hurt you no more" soda reasurred

“I know” Tears rush down his cheeks. He brushes them away. “... I 'm just a little spooked, that's all... did you catch them”

two bitt then came over “They got away damn Socs. Nice cut, too, makes you look tough.” Two reaches out a hand pony boy up”

Do you mean tough like rough, or tuff like cool? No one answered that question the silence said enough I came up the crowd of 5 splitting to make room “a little bit of Both, what were you doing by yourself anyway" I say

"I was coming home from the movies I didn't think-"

"you don't ever think" sneered darry

"well he thinks at schools don't cha pon" soda says in a cheerful voice trying to lighten up the mood

"he doesn't think anywhere where it counts" darry retorts

I tilt his head to check the cut "oh come on darry lay off it could've happened to any of us"

"you know If you did have to go by yourself you should have carried a blade." suggested darry

"Sure it would have been a good excuse for the Socs to cut his neck open a little more" - soda argues

"look When I want my kid brother to tell me what to do with my other kid brother, I'll ask you alright kid brother" darrel hissed throwing a stick to the ground walking towards the house

"Next time get one of us to go with us ponyboy any of us will." I wiped his blood off his neck with a napkin I found in the pocket of my uniform. The three of us started walking towards the Curtis house.

"The kid's okay?" a voice says from behind us I stop in my tracks "shit"I whispered under my breath - that deep familiar voice with new york accent could only belong to one person

I glanced back praying it was anyone else but-

"Dallas Winston" two-bit said "how'd you get out of the cooler"

"I thought you had two more weeks." ponyboy added

"good behavior got out early" he says he catches up to us in long strides and comes right beside me

Hey doll, miss me? he looks me up and down

I roll my eyes and ignore his stare

“You think Sylvia appreciates you looking at me like that”

we make it to the gate and dallas stops on the other side struggling to close it then he leans against the fence

"no we broke up..for good Little broad was two-timing me again when I was in jail, man." I almost felt bad for asking him, Then he continued "it's cool I'll see you guys later."

“well Ive gotta split to i have work in 5, be cool at the movies and come straight home” I counted a few bucks for tickets and food

“maybe even take dally with you i think he'll like beach movies” I joked

Two-bit came up behind me and added “what guy doesn't want to see broads in bikinis especially dallas, come to think of it I think I’ll go too extra security” he joked

i rolled my eyes “here you go pony” I hand him some money I turned to Johnny “ill be home late so dont wait up for me" I make my way to my car

I started up my car and looked back one last time to see johnny and pony settle on the front porch then peel off.