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(A/N): DIRTY SONGS, FOUL LANGUAGE, IF YOU DO NOT LIKE EITHER MY ACCOUNT AND IT'S CONTENT ARE NOT FOR YOU!

It seemed now a days you spent most of your time at the bar. You were never a drinker, but now you were on the brink of alcoholic. You were never interested in going near a bar, but now, from seven to three each night, there you were, drinking until the world went dark. You were never a lot of things before Lukas left you.

Lukas. His perfect pale blonde hair, his deep blue eyes, his fair skin. Even his stoic face was surprisingly alluring. You loved him with everything you had, and you thought he had done the same for you.

But you were wrong.

You had been dating for two years, and he had been seeing his high school buddy, Matthias, for one. Half the time he had been dating you, he had faked it. He broke it off on your two year anniversary too. You had know for a while, because your best friend, Tino, warned you. And it took all you had to keep him from literally killing Lukas when he found out.

So here you were on a Friday night, alone in a crusty bar in the middle of Stockholm. You had just barely divulged into your first beer, when a familiar group of voices filled the slightly crowded bar. " Shit. " You muttered under your breath. The famous Nordic five had just burst through the door, meaning the stupid Matthias and Lukas were with them. And just your fucking luck, they sat next to you at the bar. You prayed that they wouldn't notice you. Welp, this wouldn't be much of an entertaining story if they didn't, now would it?

" (Y/N)? Is that you? " a chipper Finnish voice from your left. Your purple hoodie shifted, your hood falling to reveal a tired looking shell of the boy they used to know. The colour had gone from your (s/c) cheeks, Lukas noted.

" Hey there, Finny. How ya been? " your voice was rough and crackly. You managed a weak smile, noticing Matthias's protective arm around Lukas. Sickening.

Through the next hour or so, you managed small talk with Tino, Berwald, and Emil. Matthias and Lukas ignored you. You didn't mind. In fact, you were grateful. The less the acknowledged you, the less you had to acknowledge them.

It was about ten thirty or so when the dj got up onto the stage and announced something you generally hate: karaoke. But tonight, you were fucking smashed, and the more you drank, the more you thought about Lukas. So, you decided to get off your lazy arse and sing something. When you were dating, Lukas always used to tell you how good you were at singing, but you always ignored it. And vowed never to sing in front of anyone. But because YOLO, you found yourself peeling yourself out of you chair, and swaggering your way across the room. You spoke quietly with the dj as you picked out your song. You picked your song to get revenge. Lukas and you were never very... vocal, I suppose you could say, about what you did in the bedroom. So of course you chose ' Fuck U Betta ' by Neon Hitch.

With an annoyingly bright pink mic in hand, you started singing the slightly dirty, upbeat song.

I, I feel like I'm losing my mind, mind
He crept into your life, life
And cut me up like a knife, knife, yeah
Hey hey, few things that I wanna say, ay
Still got my dignity, ay
No one'll love you like me, ay

This got Lukas's attention, which you noticed. You hopped off the stage for the next verse, slowly making your way towards the stupid couple.

He's sexier than I'll ever be
Got yourself a beauty king, yeah
But there's one thing I gotta say

You pointed an accusatory finger in Matthias's direction

He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you betta
Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta ay
Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta ay
I can fuck you betta
Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta ay
He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you

If the Nordics weren't paying attention before, they sure as hell were now. You made a point of stripping off your hoodie and throwing it at Matthias, who threw it promptly to Tino. You sauntered up closer to Lukas, no emotion evident on your face.

My way, remember screaming my name, ame *cue Lukas's blush*
'Cause I can sex your brain, ain
But he don't do it that way, ay, no

'Cause he's sexier than I'll ever be
Got yourself a beauty king, yeah
But there's one thing I gotta say
He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you betta
Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta ay
Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta ay
I can fuck you betta
Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta ay
He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better

I know he's perfect and worth it,
I bet he's beautiful
But can he love you and touch you until you go oh
You keep on tryin' to hide it
But we both know, oh

He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you betta

[Dubstep break]

He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you betta
Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta ay
Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta ay
I can fuck you betta
Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta ay
He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you betta

I know he's perfect and worth it,
I bet he's beautiful
But can he love you and touch you until you go oh
You keep on tryin' to hide it
But we both know, oh

He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you betta
Betta, betta, betta, betta
But I can fuck you betta
Betta, betta, betta, betta
He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you betta

And with that, the world went dark, and the last thing you remember is hitting the cold concrete stage.

God, your head hurt. Where were you? You're eyes were closed, and somebody was... Carrying you? Who the hell was carrying you? here was a familiar warmth to them, and they smelled like something you recognized... Wait. OH HELL NO.

Your eyes snapped open to reveal that it was, in fact, Lukas carrying you. Your eyes widened and you instantly began to try and wiggle your way out of his iron grip. He glances back at you and says

" It's about time you woke up, eskling " Your lips curl in disgust. He had no right to call you that any more! You shoot a glare back.

" God dammit, Bondevik, what the hell do you think you're doing? "

" Walking you home. "

" I can see that, dumb shit, I meant why the hell are you taking me? Shouldn't you be with your stupid Matthias? " you practically spat out his name. Lukas cringed, and sighed. " He's not mine any more. " Your eyes widened.

" When the fuck did this happen?! " you sputtered.

" Twenty minutes ago. "

" I thought you two actually liked each other a lot. Considering that you've been with him since, I don't know, do tell me when you cheating whore ass got together with slut bag? " His stoic face distorted in disgust for a moment. He knew what he did was wrong but avoided confrontation for so long.

" Listen, (y/n)- "

" I am listening dumb fuck, when are you going to explain why I wasn't good enough for you? " you voice cracked, and Lukas turned his head to see fresh tears streaking across your (s/c) cheeks. Your eyes met and you buried your face in Lukas's shoulder. You sobbed into the crook of his pale neck. Lukas ceased walking, and gently let go of you. You released your hold on his neck and sobbed into your hoodie covered hands. Lukas swivels to look at your sorry state. Your naturally strong figure looked weak and small, and your usually tight fitting hoodie appeared to swallow you whole. Lukas Bondevik was not a man of outward affection, but he still wrapped your small form in his arms, softly shushing you. For the first time in over a year, you were safely in Lukas's embrace. You curled your arms tightly around his waist like a child.

" Don't cry, (y/n), please don't cry. Shhh, hush. It's okay. "

" You're a great big bag of dicks. "

" I know. Can I be your great big bag of dicks again? Please? "

" Y-yeah, you fucktard. "

I suppose no matter how dickish a person may be, they still deserve a second chance.

OMAKE
(bonus)

It had been a long, ahem, sexy, night, if you catch my drift. You curled your sweaty body into your boyfriend's equally sweating chest, panting. His arm wrapped around you tightly.

" Hey babe? "

" Yes eskling? "

You craned your neck and whispered seductively in his ear:

" I can fuck you betta~ "