prompting_muses - January
Muse name: Adam Levine
Muse fandom: Real Person Fiction
Timeline prompt is written in: Past, three years ago
Prompt: Lipstick Collar
Warnings: Language/Content
Rating: R
The party had been a hit. Adam and his fellow band mates had thrown it to celebrate the success of their recently released album, Songs About Jane. After failed CD's and failed bands, he and the guys felt like they were finally getting the recognition they deserved. They didn't expect people to worship them or their music, but even just the slightest bit of recognition was appreciated. They had worked their tails off in creating a new, edgy blend of different styles of music, heart-felt lyrics, and catchy melodies. They felt that their efforts should be rewarded, even in a small way.
Except that now, stumbling back to his apartment, Adam couldn't seem to remember what he was doing. Muttering curses under his breath for the way in which the pavement seemed to curve and twist at random intervals causing him to trip and fall, he picked himself up from the cold, sparkling concrete to continue home. He knew that he had made some bad decisions at the party, ones that he would end up regretting either later that night, or early the next morning. Or late the next afternoon, whenever he finally woke up.
As he paused to wait for a light to change, he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth a few times. What was the taste he had in his mouth? Then he remembered.
"Ah, fuck," he grumbled, glancing down at his body. His shirt was half-way unbuttoned and mismatched, his fly was unzipped, and his shoelaces were untied. He got a flashback of meeting a young girl at the party, and despite his relationship status falling under 'taken,' he remembered flirting with her mercilessly, if only because he could. "Shit, fuck, damn," he continued as he meandered across the street, stumbling a few more times before safely reaching the opposite sidewalk.
As he neared his apartment, he started dreading the upcoming conversation. He knew that he shouldn't have done what he did, but what happened, happened. And no matter what he did now, he knew he couldn't undo any of it.
Walking up to the door, he rummaged around his pockets for his keys, dropping them as he raised his hand to the lock. Bending over to pick them up, he fell forward and slammed his forehead into the door with a loud thud.
"FUCK!" he shouted, easing the pain by bringing his hand to the area in question. Grabbing his keys with anger, he struggled to correctly line up the key and the hole, but finally managed to do so after two or three minutes. He climbed the two flights of stairs as an elephant would to the familiar door that now seemed so ominous. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispered to himself. "Shhhh!" he added on as he struggled with the key as he had done with the first door.
A few seconds later, the door opened on its own. Stunned and confused, Adam picked his eyes up to see his girlfriend standing with her hand on her hip, her face showing her absolute readiness to murder him. A wide grin spreading across his face, he threw his arms up into the air and leaned forward.
"BABY!" he shouted without reservation. She hardly flinched.
"It's is four o'clock in the morning, Adam. Where the fuck have you been?" Adam, being in an oblivious stupor, closed his eyes and leaned forward some more while making kissy faces. She shifted to the side, causing him to hurl forward due to his inability to stop his movements. Shutting the door, she turned around to face him again. "Adam! ADAM!" But his eyes were half-closed and the kissy faces continued.
"Baaaaaby, hey .. hey! Hey! Hey! Baby!" he repeated, his hands searching for something as if he were in the dark. "Baby, c'mere! C'meeeeere!" His girlfriend, unamused, folded her arms across her chest.
"What happened tonight, Adam?"
"Whaaaat? Whaaat? What do you mean? Whatdoyoumeanwhathappenedtonight?" Adam found a chair and sat down in it. His girlfriend stood in front of him with the same expression and same arms-folded position.
"I mean, did you fuck anyone?" Adam looked insulted, but couldn't really keep his eyes open long enough to make it convincing.
"Whaaaat!? How could you--how could--why would you even say something like that?"
"Because, Adam. Because of that," she said, her voice stern as she reached out and grabbed the collar of his button-down shirt. Adam's tried his best to look at the collar, but his neck simply didn't crane that way.
"What is it? I can't see what it is. What is it?"
"Lipstick, asshole," she responded, giving him a push as she let go. Adam nearly toppled over backwards in his chair.
"Well, it certainly isn't mine, if that's--if, uh, if that's what you're saying."
"I know it's not yours, fuckwit. But it sure as hell isn't mine, either. Who the fuck did it? Who did you sleep with?"
"Baby, you knooooow that I don't sleep with anyone but youuu! And myself .. you know. When you're away. Well, I sleep with myself every night since I can't really get out of this skin, but I mean, in terms of sex," he held up his right hand, "It's the next best thing. The next best thing to, uh, to," he pointed to her crotch and then her mouth. "But baaaby, I don't know what you're talking .. what you're talking about. I didn't sleep with aaaanyone. I promise."
"FUCKING ASSHOLE!" she screamed, punching him in the shoulder.
"SHIT FUCK DAMN, OUCH! God damnit! What the fuck is wrong with you?" he shouted back.
"You go around, fucking every piece of pussy you can possibly find, you fucking dipshit. I can't believe that I've stayed with you this long."
"Baby, c'mon .. c'mooooon. You're jumping to conclusions .. I didn't fuck aaaanyone's pussy. This cock has touched no pussy, except for yours, before I left for the paaar-taaay."
"That's it. I'm outta here."
"What!? Seriously?" Adam attempted to stand from the chair, but fell back into it. "Baby, c'mon .. c'mon! Don't do this!" The girl walked back into their bedroom and began throwing all of her stuff onto the bed.
She returned a short while later to a zonked out Adam, asleep with his head on the table.
"Asshole," she muttered, slamming the door behind her.
Muse fandom: Real Person Fiction
Timeline prompt is written in: Past, three years ago
Prompt: Lipstick Collar
Warnings: Language/Content
Rating: R
The party had been a hit. Adam and his fellow band mates had thrown it to celebrate the success of their recently released album, Songs About Jane. After failed CD's and failed bands, he and the guys felt like they were finally getting the recognition they deserved. They didn't expect people to worship them or their music, but even just the slightest bit of recognition was appreciated. They had worked their tails off in creating a new, edgy blend of different styles of music, heart-felt lyrics, and catchy melodies. They felt that their efforts should be rewarded, even in a small way.
Except that now, stumbling back to his apartment, Adam couldn't seem to remember what he was doing. Muttering curses under his breath for the way in which the pavement seemed to curve and twist at random intervals causing him to trip and fall, he picked himself up from the cold, sparkling concrete to continue home. He knew that he had made some bad decisions at the party, ones that he would end up regretting either later that night, or early the next morning. Or late the next afternoon, whenever he finally woke up.
As he paused to wait for a light to change, he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth a few times. What was the taste he had in his mouth? Then he remembered.
"Ah, fuck," he grumbled, glancing down at his body. His shirt was half-way unbuttoned and mismatched, his fly was unzipped, and his shoelaces were untied. He got a flashback of meeting a young girl at the party, and despite his relationship status falling under 'taken,' he remembered flirting with her mercilessly, if only because he could. "Shit, fuck, damn," he continued as he meandered across the street, stumbling a few more times before safely reaching the opposite sidewalk.
As he neared his apartment, he started dreading the upcoming conversation. He knew that he shouldn't have done what he did, but what happened, happened. And no matter what he did now, he knew he couldn't undo any of it.
Walking up to the door, he rummaged around his pockets for his keys, dropping them as he raised his hand to the lock. Bending over to pick them up, he fell forward and slammed his forehead into the door with a loud thud.
"FUCK!" he shouted, easing the pain by bringing his hand to the area in question. Grabbing his keys with anger, he struggled to correctly line up the key and the hole, but finally managed to do so after two or three minutes. He climbed the two flights of stairs as an elephant would to the familiar door that now seemed so ominous. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispered to himself. "Shhhh!" he added on as he struggled with the key as he had done with the first door.
A few seconds later, the door opened on its own. Stunned and confused, Adam picked his eyes up to see his girlfriend standing with her hand on her hip, her face showing her absolute readiness to murder him. A wide grin spreading across his face, he threw his arms up into the air and leaned forward.
"BABY!" he shouted without reservation. She hardly flinched.
"It's is four o'clock in the morning, Adam. Where the fuck have you been?" Adam, being in an oblivious stupor, closed his eyes and leaned forward some more while making kissy faces. She shifted to the side, causing him to hurl forward due to his inability to stop his movements. Shutting the door, she turned around to face him again. "Adam! ADAM!" But his eyes were half-closed and the kissy faces continued.
"Baaaaaby, hey .. hey! Hey! Hey! Baby!" he repeated, his hands searching for something as if he were in the dark. "Baby, c'mere! C'meeeeere!" His girlfriend, unamused, folded her arms across her chest.
"What happened tonight, Adam?"
"Whaaaat? Whaaat? What do you mean? Whatdoyoumeanwhathappenedtonight?" Adam found a chair and sat down in it. His girlfriend stood in front of him with the same expression and same arms-folded position.
"I mean, did you fuck anyone?" Adam looked insulted, but couldn't really keep his eyes open long enough to make it convincing.
"Whaaaat!? How could you--how could--why would you even say something like that?"
"Because, Adam. Because of that," she said, her voice stern as she reached out and grabbed the collar of his button-down shirt. Adam's tried his best to look at the collar, but his neck simply didn't crane that way.
"What is it? I can't see what it is. What is it?"
"Lipstick, asshole," she responded, giving him a push as she let go. Adam nearly toppled over backwards in his chair.
"Well, it certainly isn't mine, if that's--if, uh, if that's what you're saying."
"I know it's not yours, fuckwit. But it sure as hell isn't mine, either. Who the fuck did it? Who did you sleep with?"
"Baby, you knooooow that I don't sleep with anyone but youuu! And myself .. you know. When you're away. Well, I sleep with myself every night since I can't really get out of this skin, but I mean, in terms of sex," he held up his right hand, "It's the next best thing. The next best thing to, uh, to," he pointed to her crotch and then her mouth. "But baaaby, I don't know what you're talking .. what you're talking about. I didn't sleep with aaaanyone. I promise."
"FUCKING ASSHOLE!" she screamed, punching him in the shoulder.
"SHIT FUCK DAMN, OUCH! God damnit! What the fuck is wrong with you?" he shouted back.
"You go around, fucking every piece of pussy you can possibly find, you fucking dipshit. I can't believe that I've stayed with you this long."
"Baby, c'mon .. c'mooooon. You're jumping to conclusions .. I didn't fuck aaaanyone's pussy. This cock has touched no pussy, except for yours, before I left for the paaar-taaay."
"That's it. I'm outta here."
"What!? Seriously?" Adam attempted to stand from the chair, but fell back into it. "Baby, c'mon .. c'mon! Don't do this!" The girl walked back into their bedroom and began throwing all of her stuff onto the bed.
She returned a short while later to a zonked out Adam, asleep with his head on the table.
"Asshole," she muttered, slamming the door behind her.