#both people wore heavy eyeliner and black lipstick

[autisticdoomslayer]

Shout out to the old goth couple at PawWorks. Hope y'all find the dog you want

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Do you have a snippet of Logan getting jealous we could see? If not, could we see Rafe getting jealous/territorial?

Oooooh. Ok—ok, I see you. 😆😉

18 + MDNI | language, mentions of sex, jealousy, self deprecation.

Logan could feel the muscles in her arms working as she shook the cocktail shaker, scanning the area like she normally did, taking a mental count of the amount of people, who had drinks, who didn’t, and who would be approaching soon. She used to scan for attractive guys who might hand over a few more bills if she flirted or smiled at them, but due to the man about thirty feet away, leaning against one of the high top tables, she didn’t have much interest in doing that tonight.

He looked good, dressed in all black, the shiny tuxedo stripe along the side of his pants catching in the light. He wore his rings, the same ones that had left light indentations along her inner thigh the night before, but it was the small gold band he had on his pinky that made her heart palpitate.

“What’s with the smile?”

Logan glanced over at Amy, watching her friend lift a carefully sculpted eyebrow, “Nothing. Just thinking of a funny story.”

“Uh-huh,” Amy rolled her eyes but left it alone, knowing that when Logan latched on to a secret, it would be a cold day in hell before she spilled, “whatever you say, Lo.”

Logan busied herself with pouring the blush colored liquid, handing it off to one of the waiting servers and as she took a few seconds to breathe and wipe down the bar, she did a double take back in Rafe’s direction.

He was talking with a few guys she knew he’d gone to school with, but it was the beautiful blonde approaching that kept her attention. She was tall, nearly as tall as Rafe in the Louboutins she wore and Logan bit her lip hard as she watched the girl slide her hand along Rafe’s bicep, the other two guys he was in mid-conversation with offering a friendly smile and greeting. Clearly they all knew each other and it was then that reality slammed into her harder than anything she’d ever experienced.

Her stomach dropped and heart lurched, her neck heating too quickly as she realized she wasn’t part of that world. And no matter how many times Rafe paid for a nice dinner or fixed her car, she never would be.

The woman, who was currently resting her beautifully manicured hand along Rafe’s shoulder as they all spoke, was gorgeous. Her hair was highlighted flawlessly, curled to perfection down her back in a way Logan was almost sure she hadn’t seen since she watched the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show.

Her makeup was expertly applied, the winged eyeliner identical and sharp on both sides, her lipstick the perfect shade of red to match her skin tone. Logan ran her eyes down the woman, taking in the way the black sequined dress both hung off and hugged her figure as if the dress itself was made for her, the muscles in her legs some that would rival those of any runway model.

Logan could see her jewelry from here, could see that it was designer, each piece more than her monthly rent, hell, the scratch and scuff free red-bottoms punctuated her wealth.

She was very well the opposite of everything Logan had to offer. Fading brown box dye covered her strands with roots that were starting to become an issue, eyeliner that never looked like the same person applied it, let alone identical, and costume jewelry that no doubt was turning Rafe’s finger green with each passing second.

“Are you alright?” Logan inhaled sharply, eyes finding Amy as her friend set down the jigger she was using, a heavy frown crossing her forehead, “Lo? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Logan’s response was too quick, too watery, the underwire of the new bra she bought for tonight digging uncomfortably into her ribcage and making it hard to take a deep breath, “I’m fine.”

“The hell you are.” Amy glanced around, as if she were trying to figure out what set her normally unshakable friend off, “Is it Chris? I was afraid he’d be here—”

“No,” Logan shook her head, “no. God no. I haven’t seen him.”

“Then—”

“I um—” Logan ran a hand along the back of her neck, feeling the warm and sweaty skin, “Can I take five? I need a cigarette.”

“I thought you were trying to quit—“

“Amy.” Logan inhaled sharply, “please. Just let me take a fucking minute.”

Amy nodded and Logan almost died of embarrassment right there when she turned around right into a server carrying a tray of empty glasses. Two or three knocked into each other, and despite him trying to catch them, two more plummeted to the ground before shattering into several pieces, everyone in the area, including Rafe and his friends, turning to look at the scene.

Logan closed her eyes tightly. “Fuck.”

[cupcakke-freak]

Freakiest Girl In the world

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Cupcake. She lived in a small town where everyone knew each other, but Cupcake was unlike any other girl in the world. She was known as the freakiest girl in the town.

Cupcake was obsessed with dark and spooky things. She always wore black clothes and had her hair dyed in various shades of purple, green, and blue. She would wear heavy black eyeliner and dark lipstick to complete her gothic look. Her house was decorated with skulls, candles, and cobwebs, and she had a pet tarantula named Morticia.

Cupcake's hobbies were equally peculiar. She loved to read horror novels, watch scary movies, and practice black magic. She would spend hours in her room chanting spells and performing rituals. Her neighbors would often hear strange noises coming from her house, and some even claimed to have seen ghosts and demons lurking around.

Despite her oddities, Cupcake was also very intelligent and talented. She had a passion for science and was an excellent student at school. She would often impress her teachers with her knowledge of biology, anatomy, and chemistry. She was also a talented artist and would create eerie paintings and drawings that would leave people both fascinated and disturbed.

As much as people were frightened by Cupcake, they were also intrigued by her. They would often gossip about her, wondering what kind of person she really was. Some would even go as far as to try and befriend her, hoping to unravel her mysterious personality.

But Cupcake never seemed to care about what others thought of her. She was happy in her own world, surrounded by her own interests and hobbies. She would often say that she was born to stand out, not to fit in.

Years went by, and Cupcake never changed. She grew up to become a successful scientist and an acclaimed artist. She continued to embrace her dark side and inspire others to do the same. People finally realized that Cupcake was not freaky but unique, and they learned to appreciate her for who she was.

In the end, Cupcake proved that being different is not always a bad thing. It is what makes us special and helps us stand out from the crowd. And even though she was known as the freakiest girl in the world, she was also the most unforgettable one.

[icaruseater]

Monae

She was being groomed right in front of us. She didn’t really know. None of us really knew. We were kids. That’s just the simple fact of what it was.

Monae was the only other black girl in my Spanish class. She was dark-skinned, wore intense black eyeliner, bright red lipstick, and for some reason I always remember her in a white shirt with black stripes. She sat at the table (which was really just 4 desks pushed together) along with me, Bryan, and Stacy. Bryan was heavy-set with blue eyes and always wore a red shirt, Stacy was blonde with blue eyes and braces, I recall her frequently in pink. We were all 14.

When Monae first told us about her boyfriend and how her parents didn’t approve of him, we of course took her side. I would nod along as Bryan and Stacy encouraged Monae to chuck her parents' opinions out the window. She would talk frequently about running away, and we would all excitedly fantasize about what a parent-free life in the city would be like. That was, until we found out.

Monae’s boyfriend was 28. When she first dropped this information on us, we immediately dialed back on everything we’d said previously. “What? Monae, that’s just wrong and messed up.” Stacy had said.

The big problem was that none of us could quite articulate why, exactly, it was wrong. We knew it was bad, because people (mainly other adults in our lives) had told us that it was wrong and weird and creepy, so we believed them. But none of us could really explain why. So when Monae would respond with “But he’s so sweet and kind to me. He’s even making plans for our future. He loves me and I love him, what’s so wrong about that?” We didn’t know any concrete way to respond except to go back to “It's wrong, it’s bad, Monae, don’t do it.”

Then she was gone. For a week, none of us had seen or heard from her. By the time Friday rolled around, Bryan finally said the quiet part out loud: “Do y’all think she finally did it?”

She hadn’t. She returned to class that Monday. Both Bryan and Stacy were absent, so it was just us two. “Where were you?” I'd asked.

“Well, I tried. Tried to leave. But my parents caught me fast and now I'm in deep shit. Deeper than before.”

The rest of the class went on normally, and Monae even said “see you tomorrow” after the bell rang. But I didn’t. She never came back. Weeks passed. Stacy called her parents and they said they already knew and had reported it to the police. Monae was gone.

It was then that I actually saw her boyfriend for the first time. “See? Isn’t it gross?” Stacy had said, showing her phone to me. It was a photo from Monae’s Instagram page. I was taken aback. Pretty Monae, sweet and fragile as any teenage girl would be, and The Man. An older pale guy with red hair and a red beard to match, his big pasty hand clutching Monae’s shoulder.

That image is burned into my brain, though inevitably it has faded. How crushingly ironic it is that as the picture of Monae dissolves in my mind, the reality of what happened has only become clearer. Monae was being groomed. Her “boyfriend” was a pedophile. Now, almost a decade later, I have no problem listing off all the reasons why a 28 year old has no business “dating” a 14 year old. But we were also kids. Even the most mature teenager is still a teenager. We think we know everything at that age, we lean on each other, we try and fail gloriously. Us not knowing exactly why the relationship was wrong was basically by design- there was no way for us to fully grasp it.

I used to check Monae’s Instagram everyday to see how she was doing, but she deleted it very soon after disappearing. I don’t want to think about what might’ve happened to her. I don’t like to think about the various pathways she could've taken and the number of outcomes she could've had at this point. Even if they’re “the good ending”, I do not care to play choose-your-own-adventure with someone’s life. I just remember her. I recall, with as much accuracy as I can, what happened when I knew her (which is why I omitted the time she came to class with a black eye, I don’t quite remember what her explanation was or if this even actually happened). No alternate scenarios. No epilogues. Just what happened. I doubt she thinks of me, but I think of her. Like an echo that rings out into the night, it’s intense vibration waking me from sleep and filling the room. It says “Remember Monae”.

[motomamita]

Anything Like Me

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie x Rockstar!Female!Reader

Summary: Eddie and (y/n) face off with their respective groups to see who is the best. The loser should receive a painful and pleasant punishment.

Warnings: +18, smut, degrading kink, enemies, dacryphilia, Mean!Eddie, spiting, hair pulling, slaping, cursing, alcohol use, unprotected sex, creampie, and idk.

A/N: This is the dirtiest thing I've written so far. I even got horny writing it. Enjoy!

Do not copy or translate this!

Teenage bands were very common in those days in big cities, but not in Hawkins. Most didn't last more than 3 months until something happened, fights between the members or sudden disinterest, and they ended up disbanding before achieving local recognition. The few that got any attention were groups made up of all men and only men. The only place women occupied was to be fans of them until they became the famous 'groupies'. It was a very well marked world in terms of genres, where rock and metal was the fashion dominated by men. While pop and classical music had only female exponents.

For these and more reasons, Bleach Blonde Babes was the revolution of the moment. Or at least in the small town of Hawkins. First, they were women playing instruments with the same experience and skill as boys their age. Second, their style stood out from the others. While the boys just had to grow their hair long and wear dark clothes, the girls created a whole movement with their characteristic appearance. Hair bleached to a white color; each of them with some highlights with their identifying color, unlike the vocalist who only wore it faded. heavy makeup; dark and elaborate eyeliners that complemented lipsticks in strong tones such as black or red. Although they wore dark clothes like most, she gave them her own touch by placing chains and combining it with reflective fabrics that looked wonderful with the stage lights. And finally; they were the only women who did rock, and they did it wonderfully.

They were known and approved of by the listening rock/metal public. The boys drooled and got hot for them. The girls wanted to be like them, imitating their style. Obviously outside that small world of rock, they, like the other bands, were seen as weirdos. Branded by others as satanic, dark and girls in need of attention. Despite everything the outside said about them, that was not going to stop them from achieving their dream. And that meant that just as they accumulated fans, they also made enemies.

Corroded Coffin were one of them.

Both groups were formed almost at the same time and in the same school. That made people not stop comparing them and creating a rivalry that little by little became a reality as they both grew up. They could not be seen in the school halls and, when they did, the insults and provocations were always present. Soon the same students began to choose sides, deciding to support their favorite and discredit the other. That fueled even more dislikes between the members of both groups. It was a constant war to prove who was the best band not only in the school, but also in Hawkins.

The only time where both could really show who was the best was once a year when the famous 'The Bands War' takes place in one of the bars in town. There, the few groups from Hawkins performed on a night where, taking into account the opinion of the judges and the public, the winning band of that year was named along with a good sum of money as a prize. Therefore, it was to be expected that this competitive environment would flourish with greater intensity now.

The school day was over. Most of the students had already left to go home to rest or to meet their friends at Starcourt Mall in the evening. The few that remained were for study groups and other extracurricular activities that required the use of the facilities.

(y/n) entered the small school theater carrying her heavy backpack on one side and her bicycle helmet on the other. Lisa, the guitarist; Courtney, the bassist; and Valerie, the drummer, were already there waiting for her on stage with their respective instruments.

"I'm here." She reported, vocalist, throwing her belongings on the floor next to the stage and climbing up to join the others.

"I hadn't noticed..." Valerie muttered sarcastically, getting an amused smile from Courtney who had managed to hear her.

"Why are you wearing a helmet?" Lisa asked starting to tune her guitar without taking her eyes off the newcomer.

"For security after what Hargrove did to me last week."

Like the members of Correded Coffin, the Bleach Blonde Babes girls were also victims of the 'pranks' carried out by the kings and queens of the school. Last week the victim of these pranks was (y/n). After school she rode home on her bike but was intercepted in the middle of the road by Billy Hargrove and his group of mindless apes. Billy thought it was a good idea to hit her lightly with his camaro, causing (y/n) to lose control and fall hard on the ground, taking a couple of bruises and scratches.

"Ugh! I hate that bag of steroids!" Courtney complained with a roll of her eyes. "I can't believe you almost fucked him at the New Year's Eve party, Valerie."

All eyes went to the drummer, who shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

"I don't think it's any worse than fucking Eddie Munson." Lisa added amused, making everyone laugh except (y/n).

Eddie and (y/n) had a short history but it meant something to both of them in the end. Years before they both created their respective bands, they used to be friends. They met at school and soon became inseparable. They spent hours listening to music and talking about their desire to enter the world of music. All that time led to them inevitably starting to have feelings for each other. Everything would change when Eddie abruptly distanced himself from (y/n) upon learning that she had also formed her own group. After a strong fight outside of Eddie's trailer, both ended their friendship, leaving not only complete strangers but also enemies. Despite that, the ashes of their friendship had remained and the tension between them was still valid even if they tried to deny it.

"Back to the topic." Lisa spoke again. "Why are you using a bicycle in the beginning? What happened to your car?" She addressed the vocalist again

(y/n) let out a loud sigh having to relive all the unfortunate events that happened in the last weeks of her life.

"Grumpy old Jim Hopper stopped me on the road after Trevor's party and asked for my driver's license which I left at home. Plus, he smelled alcohol on my breath and saw the beer cans Courtney left in my car. ." The girl spoke quickly with weariness in her voice. "They took my car and in theory I'm grounded for 3 months."

"That sucks." Lisa commented with a disgusted expression on her face.

"She already told us the reason last week, Li!" Valerie commented with a light laugh.

"What world are you in?" Courtney asked, slinging her bass on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The thing is, I'm focused on practicing enough and winning 'The Bands War' again this year." A smile formed on everyone's face as they recalled their victory last year.

"Let's break those idiots' asses." (y/n) looked at each of her friends, who nodded excitedly.

(y/n) grabbed the microphone and spoke into it, testing the sound and quality of it. The others settled into their places, ready to receive the signal from the vocalist.

"Lets start with 'I Disagree'." The girls nodeed.

"I disagree with the way you continue to pressure me

I disagree, everything is going how it's meant to be

I disagree with the way you continue to pressure me"

The girl walked around the stage, singing with emotion while interacting with her companions. The presentations of Bleach Blonde Babes were characterized by the energy and strength they gave off. Those who saw her play ended up dancing to the rhythm of her songs or were inoptified by them, one of two or both.

"Down, let it all burn down

Burn it to the ground

We'll be safe and sound

When it all burns down

Let it all burn down

Burn it to the ground

We'll be safe and sound

When it all burns down"

(y/n) finished singing and they were soon interrupted by a series of loud applause and wild screams. Their attention went to the door of the theater, where Eddie Munson and his group had just entered with smiles from ear to ear.

"That was... disastrous!" Eddie exclaimed slowly stopping applauding and approaching the stage. "Seriously, girls. Every day you manage to sound worse than the last." His friends laughed and shook hands knowingly.

The girls shared glances, irritated at the unexpected arrival of the boys. They were always the ones who went to look for them to make fun of them, enjoying the moment.

"What do you want, Munson?" Lisa asked picking up her guitar.

"Nothing, we just came to visit you guys. It's always a pleasure to listen to your garbage which they call 'rock'." Eddie made an exaggerated gesture with his hands as he said 'rock'.

The other boys laughed at Eddie's words, boosting their ego and infuriating the girls who had already lost the courage to keep playing.

"Don't you have something better to do?" Courtney asked looking down at them. The boys stood in front of the stage while they were still on top of it.

"A bath would do them good. Their nasty smells carry all the way back here." Added Valerie from her drums, making her friends laugh.

Eddie rolled his eyes at the comment and decided to ignore it to focus his attention on (y/n). The girl had kept silent since their arrival, mostly to avoid being tempted to argue with them. However, Eddie knew very well which buttons to press to receive a reaction from her.

"(y/n)~" Eddie called her in a sing-song tone. "Talk to me~"

The girl turned to look at them with no expression on her face and walked slowly towards the end of the stage. In one of his hands she carried a bottle of water with which she had just hydrated her throat. She took his time swallowing in water, having everyone's eyes on her. Both groups knew that those who fought with greater intensity were Eddie and (y/n), for that same reason there was a certain tension and expectation in the environment.

"Looks like you weren't happy with last year's humiliation." She spoke quietly, hiding her mocking smile. Eddie didn't take his eyes off her, feeling a little small before her. "You always come back to us, Munson. I'm sure you must have a kink about being demoted, don't you?"

The girls giggled lightly, sharing amused and knowing glances with each other. Eddie settled on his seat, crossing his arms and decorating his face with the best expression of annoyance. His friends did the same waiting for their leader to respond to said taunt but he didn't, giving rise to (y/n) attacking again.

"Wasn't the beating we gave you last year enough? Second place suits you, kids." She made a fake sad pout looking at each of the boys. "I recommend that you get used to it because this year will not be very different." She confidently warned them.

Her friends nodded their heads, enjoying the way Eddie bit her inner cheeks and clenched his fists looking for a way to vent his annoyance.

(y/n) considered the argument won until she saw the change in expression on Eddie's face. He now wore a small smirk, one eyebrow raised, and his hands moved to his hips, straightening his back to look bigger

"Anyone wins if it's almost on tits." His gaze now settled on Courtney, who last year had shown up in a skimpy top that caught everyone's attention, especially the male judges. "Or if she makes out with her bandmate." His attention shifted from Lisa to (y/n), who had also drawn attention by sharing a passionate kiss in the middle of the song. "Everyone loves whores and lesbians." he blurted out bitterly.

"Why is it so hard for you to accept that we are better? It affects your fragile masculinity so much?" This time (y/n) spoke seriously, really interested in knowing the answer.

Eddie looked at her seriously for a matter of seconds. It seemed that inside his head he was struggling to answer honestly, to open up to his real feelings and get out of that strong man attitude that he himself had created so as not to be hurt by others. Sadly, he didn't and quickly changed the subject.

"I came to tell you that starting tomorrow you will have to practice half as long as usual." Eddie began to pace around the room with his head high and his hands behind his back.

"What? And why is that?" Valerie spoke for everyone confused.

"Because you will have to give us the theater so that we can also practice." Gareth join to the conversation from above one of the seats in the place.

"Impossible, the director said..."

"The director gave us some of her time here. So now you guys have to share and stop crying like spoiled little girls!" Eddie interrupted raising his voice and startling everyone.

"It's too little time to practice. No way..." (y/n) crossed her arms and shook her head.

"I'm so sorry but life is like that sometimes!" Eddie walked up to the stage, leaning on his forearms to get close to (y/n). "Or what are you going to do about it, cutie?" He muttered darkly, staring at the girl in front of him.

She was equally or more upset than her companions. They knew that it was all a plan by them to sabotage their practices. Corroded Coffin didn't need the theater to play since they already played at Gareth's house. On the contrary, they did not have an established physical place to do it except the school theater. Such a move on their part was merely cruel and unfair.

(y/n) knew there was no way to remedy that. They must adapt or panic, and the latter was not within their options. What's more, they saw that as an invitation to give even more of themselves despite the unforeseen news. A test that they were going to overcome and that, in some way, would show Corroded Coffin that they were not going to give up so easily.

The vocalist nodded her head slowly, looking at a dead center of the theater as she brought the bottle of water to her mouth and drank without swallowing the liquid. She looked down at Eddie, admiring her with her big brown eyes that were like a puppy's looking for attention. (y/n) knelt on the ground, facing him and a few centimeters away. Their gazes did not move, each taking in the color of the eyes and the hot breath of the other. She laughed lightly without opening her mouth, already happy with the idea that had just crossed her mind. Eddie frowned in confusion and before he could react to realizing what was going to happen, (y/n) spit the water that was in her mouth seconds ago in his face. The boy's face was completely soaked, as were his bangs and part of his The Hell Fire Club shirt. Eddie kept his eyes closed for a few moments, clamping his mouth shut as the warm liquid trickled down his skin. The girls let out exaggerated laughter at what happened, congratulating (y/n) who had stood up again and grabbed the microphone again, ready to get back to practice. Some of the members of Corroded Coffin had the reflex to laugh but had to hide it to avoid being punished by Eddie, who wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt.

"I think you're going to need a bath now more than ever, Munson." (y/n) commented amused through the microphone

Eddie took a few steps back and finished wiping his face even though drops were still falling from his bangs. A simple look at his friends was enough for them to start walking towards the exit of the theater. It seemed that (y/n) had managed to get the words out of the guitarist's mouth, however he spoke again.

"I heard what happened with Hargrove the other day. It's a shame he didn't hit you harder." The words came out through his teeth, in the form of a mumbled out of the rage of the moment. "Nice bike, by the way. If I were you I'd be more careful riding the desolate roads, lest someone want to do Hargrove's job well." He threatened to walk backwards, never taking his eyes off (y/n) until he reached the door and was lost in the corridors.

The theater fell into a tense silence at Eddie's words. Various rumors were associated with him and his 'satanic group'. They knew that this was all lies and that this group was for D&D players. However, it was not to be ignored that the boy could be dark and intimidating if he wanted to.

(y/n) swallowed hard at Eddie's words. Was he capable of carrying out such a threat? She didn't know, and didn't want to find out. What I knew was that everything around 'The Bands Wars' was getting out of hand and becoming an obsession for everyone. However, she didn't care either because her thirst for success was much greater.

"Sick..." Valerie muttered breaking the silence.

The practice continued without major interruptions. At the end of their established schedule at the theater, the girls grabbed their belongings and said goodbye and then each returned to their respective homes.

(y/n) walked to where her bike was parked, or well now part of it. As soon as she saw it, she knew who the culprits were. One of the wheels was missing while the other was punctured by more than a dozen nails. The handlebars were bent forward and the pedals were gone. The icing on the cake was that what was left of the bike was now on fire.

"Fucked the shit out of me…" The girl muttered looking at the flames that were burning strongly.

Luckily for her, minutes later Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers, who had just left after their day at the school newspaper, made their presence in the parking lot. (y/n) knew them from the times they had interviewed the Bleach Blonde Babes about their musical dreams. They were nice to each other, but they weren't friends. Nancy offered to drive her home while Jonathan jumped at the opportunity to photograph the burning bike for publication the following day under the title 'Vial Bandalism'. (y/n) gladly accepted both issues, especially the mention it would have in the school newspaper; dissemination would do them good.

'The Bands War' had arrived

The bar was packed with people. The music was playing all over the place and the drinks kept coming out of the bar towards the tables. In the backstage all bands were gathered, talking or practicing despite the loud noise due to the number of people there.

Bleach Blonde Babes were already there, dressed and ready to do their best on stage. Like them, Corroded Coffin were gathered in the other corner of the room sharing jealous glances from time to time with the girls. They still did not know the order in which they were going to appear and that made everyone anxious.

(y/n) took advantage of the free minutes they had before everything started and separated to go to the bathroom to relieve themselves and check their wardrobe for the last time. She had decided to wear the same black top that Courtney had worn last year but now it was a little smaller and looked more like a bra. To that she had added a black choker that had a chain that fell around her waist where her black leather skirt began. Part of her legs were covered with fishnet stockings and high boots with studs on them. It was probably the most risky outfit she'd ever worn before. She looked sexy and sassy, ​​and she loved it.

She gave the final touches to her makeup before walking out the door and into the dark hallway. Strong hands grabbed her bare waist and pinned her against one of the brick walls. (y/n) was about to scream but she could make out the face close to her among the neon lights, too close.

"What do you want, Munson?"

She didn't try to wriggle out of the boy's grasp because she liked the contact and the way his ringed fingers touched her skin. His closeness was magnetic and intoxicating, like a rush of adrenaline. Eddie could say the same for her, relaxed now that she hadn't tried to push him away. The sexual tension increased considerably, on the one hand because of the whole environment that surrounded him and on the other because they really felt something for each other.

"I came to give you a good luck kiss." He spoke in a hoarse voice as his eyes went to the girls red lips.

(y/n) could instantly make out the smell of beer on the boy's breath. Eddie had drunk before but he wasn't completely drunk. The alcohol had given him that confidence to approach her and tell her the things that in another situation he would never have dared to do. It was just what he needed to propose his wish to her.

She couldn't help biting her lower lip in the excitement of the moment. Eddie sighed loudly at the image, feeling the warmth spread to other parts of his body.

"I thought you wanted to run me over with your car." She murmured mimicking his action and giving her attention to the boy's full lips.

Eddie laughed lightly, shaking his head as he brought his body closer to hers, leaving her with no way out. He brought one of his hands up to her neck and gave it a slight squeeze causing her to let out a low moan. A smirk formed on Eddie's face at the girl's submission and the effect it had on her.

Strangely (y/n) liked the way Eddie had it. She liked how badly he treated her at school and now in the rough and indelicate way he touched her body. She wanted to be at his mercy and used as he pleased. Maybe what she told Eddie about the kink of being demoted was more about her than him.

"So eager…" Eddie brushed his lips dangerously. (y/n) tried to get closer and kiss him but his grip on her neck prevented it. "I have other better things to do to you..."

The presenter's voice interrupted them. The contest was about to begin and their respective partners wondered where they were both.

"I have to go, there's a contest I have to win." (y/n) placed her hands on Eddie's chest and tried to push but to no avail; he was stronger.

"Are you really so sure they'll win?" he asked with amusement.

"Evidently." She answered immediately.

"Then I imagine you wouldn't mind making a little deal with me."

"I'm all ears."

"If Bleach Blonde Babes wins, you can do whatever you want to me." Eddie slowly lowered his hand from the girl's neck to the chain of her choker where he slightly tugged on it. "But if Corroded Coffin wins..."

"Deal."

Eddie smiled widely, separating from the girl until his back hit the opposite wall. They shared glances before (y/n) straightened her clothes and headed backstage, feeling Eddie's intense gaze behind her.

"Now I'm going to ask everyone for a warm welcome to the next band!" The public obeyed, eager to know who would be the next to take the stage. "Beautiful, talented and last year's winners! Please welcome the Bleach Blonde Babes!"

The applause and shouts did not wait; everyone was excited to see the performance of the champions. The girls took to the stage and took their places, waving slightly to their acquaintances in the audience and feeling the gaze of the competition.

The song they had chosen to play was different from the ones they were used to presenting in contests like this. It started out slow and ramped up to the rock/metal that everyone loved, then slowed back down to the bridge. It was a risky choice but they had nothing to lose by trying. In addition, the letter was very well accommodated to the whole situation.

(y/n) grabbed the microphone with both hands and fixed her gaze on a point in the audience, meeting those brown eyes she knew so well. Eddie gave her a half smile that she responded in the same way and then looked at her companions, who nodded their heads ready to start.

The lights dimmed and the music began to play.

"I feel her heart beating in me

Get her out of me"

Progressively the battery increased its intensity along with the guitar and bass. The public began to shake their heads, curious at the beginning of the song.

"Sorry for what I've become

Because I'm becoming someone

Your hand on my neck, you call up the press

Die for the attention"

The vocalist began to move around the stage, enjoying the music and giving her all, just like her companions. The public loved them and it was evident that they were exceeding their expectations. However, right after the chorus of the song things started to go wrong.

"You shouldn't be anything like me

You shouldn't be anything like me

You'll never be anything like me

You shouldn't be anything like me"

The sound began to fail, lowering her microphone to the maximum and making it impossible for her voice to be heard. Her companions also had problems. The strings on Lisa's guitar and Courtney's bass were out of tune, not to mention the cymbals on Valerie's drums were, too.

The girls continued with their presentation regardless of the failures until the end. Coming down from the stage, everything was chaos and annoyance among the group. Someone had sabotaged them. And that someone was about to go on stage to play with his band.

Corroded Coffin put on an excellent show, surprising everyone with the improvement compared to last year and how well everything went compared to the previous group. That is why there were no surprises when they were named as the winners of that year.

"What a shit." Lisa muttered putting away her things, ready to leave and forget that failed night.

"All I need right now is a good shot of vodka and sleep until my back is part of the mattress." Courtney spoke with the same bitterness as her friend.

"I need a good fuck. Maybe I'll call Hargrove." The friends looked at Valerie in disgust at her comment.

The backstage was almost empty by this time of night. The vast majority had already packed their things and gone home after losing to Corroded Coffin, who were still in the bar enjoying their victory.

"I'm leaving, are you coming with us?" Lisa approached (y/n) who was sitting on top of one of the many boxes backstage.

"No. I'm going to stay a while longer." She muttered looking at the ground

"Okay. We'll be waiting for you in the parking lot."

The 3 girls left, leaving (y/n) alone for a matter of seconds until the door opened again. The girl looked up to meet his again.

"You sabotaged us. It's not fair." (y/n) broke the silence without moving from her place yet.

The boy locked the door behind him, making sure no one entered the room and leaving them alone. Eddie made a small mocking pout at her.

"Really? Poor little fool, she's sad that we beat them."

Eddie began to walk slowly towards the girl without taking his eyes off her. (y/n) didn't flinch at his words or his actions. What's more, both of them had ignited something in they that was inexplicable.

"You lost, and I won." He dropped the bag of money, letting it fall to the ground under the girl's intense gaze. "The deal still stands, doesn't it little one?"

The girl looked up at his face, which was expressionless. After a few seconds, (y/n) nodded her head making Eddie laugh slightly. The weather got heavy in that room from one second to the next.

(y/n) had no idea what Eddie was going to do to her but was intrigued. She knew that she could be getting into a very dark place that he would have a hard time getting out of if she wasn't careful. However, that feeling of doing something forbidden and dangerous pushed her to want to find out.

"Kneel." (y/n) opened her mouth but was interrupted by Eddie. "Shut up, I don't want to hear you. Kneel down now." His words were severe.

(y/n) obeyed and slowly knelt in front of him with her hands in her lap. The cold ground slammed into her knees and the fishnet stockings that would leave marks on her skin the next morning. She kept her gaze on the ground until Eddie's large hand roughly grabbed her hair and forced her to look up. The girl let out a gasp that came out more like a moan of pleasure in response to the boy's indelicate action.

"Fucking bitch." Eddie muttered before hitting her on the cheek with his hand.

Tears of pain and pleasure began to form in the girl's eyes. Eddie got even more turned on by that, enjoying the position of power and control over her.

Another blow landed on the same cheek, this time with greater force than the last.

"You really thought you were going to beat me, huh?" Another hit. "Sluts like you get nothing but punishment for disrespecting me." Another hit.

"Eddie-"

"I told you to shut up. Is it so hard for you to understand that?" (y/n) shook her head as best she could, still feeling Eddie's tight grip on her scalp.

Again Eddie hit the girl's cheek again. Her skin was red and irritated from the abuse while tears kept coming out of her eyes that little by little joined the black eyeliner and fell towards her neck.

"Open."

(y/n) opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue at the command. Eddie spat on her, letting his saliva meet her mouth. The girl moaned loudly as she felt the warm fluid in her mouth, savoring the combination of beer and cigarettes in it.

"Enjoy it like the bitch you are." They both laughed lightly. "Do you like it? Tell me how much you like it." Eddie muttered, tightening his hold on her hair.

"I love it, Eddie. You taste so good!" Eddie sighed at the need in her voice.

She clenched her thighs, searching for any friction that would satisfy her needs. Her underwear was already soaked with her fluids and her core was on fire with arousal.

"So naughty!" Eddie laughed out loud hearing her and noticing what she was doing under her skirt. "I'm sure you're going to love this."

With his free hand Eddie removed his belt and pants. His boxers squeezed his erection in a tortuous way for him, so much so that he had even stained it with his pre-seminal fluid. Still holding her hair, he pulled down his boxers, releasing his huge, throbbing, needy cock.

(y/n) lost her breath for a few seconds when she saw what was in front of her. It was definitely going to hurt a lot.

"Let's see what that slutty mouth of yours can do." Eddie muttered bringing his hands to either side of her head.

She sucked in a breath before he mercilessly plunged his cock into her mouth. Her hands went to his thighs looking for some kind of support against the thrusts she was receiving. The tip of his cock pounded senselessly against the bell in her throat, generating an unbearable choking sensation. (y/n) moaned at that, sending vibrations all over Eddie's cock. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes tightly, enjoying the sensation.

"Your mouth is so wet and warm…" He groaned hoarsely. "It makes me want to leave my dick in there forever."

Saliva began to trickle down to her chin, inevitably reaching Eddie's balls. The taste of Eddie's saliva in his mouth began to mix with the taste of precum that was beginning to leak from the tip of his cock. (y/n) was able to feel the large veins on her tongue and palate, paying special attention to them with her tongue.

Eddie let out a moan of pleasure, then out of her mouth. The girl desperately gasped for air as tears continued to fall from her eyes, arousing Eddie even more.

"Keep crying, keep crying that makes me so horny." Eddie wiped away the tears with his thumb, smeared with black eyeliner. "I love to see you suffer."

With one of his hands he grabbed his hard cock and massaged himself for a few seconds without taking his eyes off her face. His free hand returned to the girl's irritated cheeks, forcing her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. She obeyed and Eddie began to lightly tap the tip of his cock on her tongue, producing a pornographic sound.

"You're a bloody mess, little one." He whispered without taking his eyes off her attentive to all her expressions. "You deserve to taste my cum."

Without giving her time to react, Eddie put his dick back into (y/n)'s mouth. The thrusts were much more violent and fast, all with the intention of making him cum as fast as possible. His balls banged against her chin, aching and needing to release their fluid. (y/n)'s chest rose and fell from lack of air and her moans didn't stop vibrating over his length. Eddie's navel contracted and with his hands he lowered the girl's head onto him, letting his pubic hair touch her face. Eddie came into her mouth with a grunt of pleasure.

"Swallow it all." He ordered with his ragged breath.

(y/n) obeyed, swallowing every last drop of the salty white liquid. They were both silent for a few moments, catching their breath and trying to process everything that had happened. She looked up to notice that he was watching her, still agitated and with a twinkle in his black eyes.

"Eddie-"

"That's not my name". He interrupted her. "You must address me as Master, is that clear?"

"Yes, Master." She nodded her head anxiously. "Master, please. Fuck me, please." She begged bringing one of her hands up her skirt and beginning to rub her clit through the fabric of her thong.

"Is that what you want?" he asked with a smile. "You want me to fuck that little slutty pussy of yours?"

"Please please-"

Eddie grabbed her tightly by the neck, almost choking her, and threw her on the box where minutes before she had been sitting. She was out of breath and before she knew it, Eddie was already behind her ready to fuck her right there. With his back to him, she could hear him spitting on her hand and massaging his cock for a few seconds. With his other hand he moved her underwear aside and when she thought he was going to penetrate her, a loud blow startled her. (y/n) gave a strangled moan as his palm collided with her swollen clit.

"Tell me what you want!" Another hit.

"Fuck me! Please, Master, I need to feel you inside me!" She cried in need of contact

"That's how I like it." He growled massaging her clit. "I'm going to destroy this damn cunt until there's nothing left of it."

Without warning or asking for permission, Eddie roughly penetrated her until he placed his entire cock inside her. (y/n) let out a small cry as she felt her walls open at the intrusion of his cock. It was too big and having him inside her generated such a pleasurable pain that she had never felt before.

"So small and tight." He moaned without moving yet, enjoying the tight feel on his cock. "If you weren't such a slut I could swear you were a virgin."

Eddie began to move fast and deep, causing (y/n) to moan loudly at the sensation. His cock moved smoothly inside her thanks to Eddie's saliva used as a lubricant and how aroused she was. She closed her eyes, focusing on the feel and the way his cock pounded against her cervix mercilessly. Eddie took one of his hands to the choker chain and wrapped it around (y/n)'s neck. Her back arched much more and it was difficult for her to breathe but Eddie didn't care because in the end he was using her for his own pleasure.

"Master! I can't breathe!" She reported still feeling how Eddie's thrusts wouldn't stop.

He completely ignored her and tightened the chain even more, smiling at the girl's desperation. (y/n)'s vagina tightened even more around Eddie's cock, giving him another level of pleasure. Little by little, he loosened his grip; allowing the girl to catch her breath while still ramming her. The girl regained her breath and with it her orgasm began to approach.

"Are you going to cum? Are you going to cum on my fucking cock?" Eddie asked excitedly to which she responded with several nodes.

Eddie jerked out of her, letting her walls constrict in midair and her orgasm fade. (y/n) leaned her forehead against the box and cried several times at the overwhelming situation. He opened a bottle of beer that had been left over and drank some of it, cooling his throat. He then grabbed her around the waist to turn her around so they were facing each other. He didn't think much of it and spat the beer in her face, the same way she had done with him weeks ago.

"Oh no! The little bitch is going to need a nice bath after I'm done with her." Eddie scoffed admiring the look of confusion on the girl's face.

Like a rag doll, Eddie picked her up and laid her down on the box, spreading her legs apart and inserting his cock into her center again. (y/n) by that point it was a disaster. Her makeup smudged from tears and beer. Her hair messy just like her clothes. Her fishnet stockings were already destroyed as well as her thong, which was lying on the floor of the place. Pure nonsense babble came out of her mouth thanks to the sheer amount of pleasure Eddie was giving her.

"Master! Master!" She screamed frantically as the tip of Eddie's cock touched her G-spot.

"Shut. The. Fucking. Mouth." Eddie penetrated her strongly after each word, further stunning the girl who did not stop moaning. "You leave me no other damn choice."

Eddie took the bandana off his head and then placed it over (y/n)'s mouth. Shutting her up and almost drowning her with the cloth.

"Much better." He laughed wickedly and resumed his movements again.

He penetrated her hard and considering only her pleasure. (y/n)'s eyes filled with tears and Eddie took in her face and the way her breasts bounced under her black tank top. They were both hot and it showed in the way their bodies reacted to each other's touch.

The room was filled with the noise of their skins clashing with each thrust, Eddie's growls and (y/n)'s crying. Beads of sweat adorned Eddie's face, wetting his bangs and part of his tank top. The area where their bodies joined was sticky and wet from the fluids of both, especially those of (y/n). Their bodies were on fire again, burning from the ashes that had remained of their friendship years ago.

Again the orgasm of (y/n) was present, narrowing her walls and making it impossible to stop the moans through the bandana. Eddie was also close by the way his legs trembled and his thrusts began to get wilder.

"Shit, shit. I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum inside your pussy." He cursed in his broken voice.

Eddie took one of his hands to the girl's hip while the other took the bandana out of her mouth and went to her neck, squeezing it firmly. Sweet moans escaped from (y/n)'s mouth as he wrapped his hands around Eddie's wrist, feeling the cool rings on his skin.

"Here it comes, here it comes. Take it all like my little whore." He spoke desperately. "Whose cunt is this, huh? Who does this delicious cunt belong to?"

"To you, Master. My pussy is all yours!"

He came when he heard the girl's words, that being the trigger for her orgasm as well. The hot liquid invaded her interior and soon began to spill out and dirty their thighs. Eddie stayed inside her for a few seconds until he decided to get out and appreciate the glorious image in front of him.

(y/n) remained in place without moving, recovering his breath after everything that had happened. With her eyes still closed, she could feel Eddie wipe the cum off his legs with something. Opening her eyes she found him cleaning it with one of the 100 dollar bills that had been given to her as a prize. She couldn't help but laugh, infecting Eddie who shook his head slightly.

He helped her with her clothes, combing her faded hair with her fingers and wiping her face with her own bandana. Very sweet and delicate actions considering that he had been the one who left her that way. Neither said a word until it was time to leave.

"I think the two of us have a lot to talk about." Eddie looked at her now with his big, sweet brown eyes. "You know, from the past."

"Ok." She whispered, according to whatever Eddie decided.

"Come with me, I'll take you home again." He held his hand out to her, referring to his house in the trailer park.

Maybe losing that night wasn't as bad as she thought.

[bakugohoex]

“you really have got nothing to do on a friday night”

pairing: keigo takami x female reader

cw: fluff, kissing, slight mentions of nsfw

word count: 4400+

a/n: how the fuck did this fic get so long, this the longest thing i’ve ever made so hopefully you guys like it

summary: in which your friend keigo invites you to a pro hero event as his plus one, the event leads to a lot more than you expected

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The invite fell into your palm, the cold metal against your exposed arms, your bare feet against the rigid wood. The wind blew through your hair with the feeling of feathers brushing against your arm to lift your spirits.

A certain pro hero had just finished a patrol and had met you on your balcony, his pro hero costume battered, his feathers moving away from his back, watching him crack his neck the feathers moved around you. You leant further back on the balcony, one more step backwards and the pro hero would have to save you. The red of his feathers fell through your fingers, he took his jacket off leaving him in his sleeveless black and gold shirt, the gloves falling to the ground and his eyes wandering down to the shorts that barely reached your ass.

“Caught you at a bad moment.” He smirks walking towards you, his feathers gliding up and down your arm, you shook them off laughing at the blond.

“God no, I was about to go to sleep, what’s this then?” The invite was between your two fingers as you pushed in into Keigo’s eyeline.

“An invite there’s this event for the top ten heroes to mingle, we can invite someone and you’re coming.” You raised an eyebrow as you leant against the banister, the way Keigo moved his arm around the back to make sure you didn’t fall was always a sweet gesture after his forcefulness at asking.

“Is this to rub it in my face that I’m only in the top twenty so I didn’t get an invite.” You laugh you loved making him feel bad about talking about being the number two hero, but still you were proud of your friend he had achieved a lot.

“Me, never.” He acts shocked, you decided to have some fun with us.

“I’ll go if you…” You lean back further, your hand gripping the balcony you easily somersaulted into the air with your legs in the air, Keigo’s eyed widened as he knew what you were going to do, “catch me.”

Your back straightened and you fell, your apartment was on the 6th floor and the drop to the ground took exactly 14 seconds to reach, it wasn’t like you liked jumping of buildings, but feeling of Keigo’s wings grabbing your falling body just before it hit the ground, the way his arms would reach you, his feathers going back to his back as he flew you back up to your apartment. Could be defined as amazing in simple terms, it was a rush and Keigo’s hands on your back brought joy.

“I thought I told you stop jumping off buildings.”

You pout walking back into your apartment, “you catch me, and we fly.”

He rolls his eyes following, he collapses on the sofa, legs spread as if he was enticing you to come forward, the way his arms laid across the sofa, his legs ready to sit on, the way even his wings were asking for you to come closer. You didn’t though, you went to the other side grabbing the keys to lock the balcony up.

“You coming then it’s Friday night.”

You looked at the empty calendar on the fridge, your life was filled with pro hero work, meeting up with friends and coming home. No dating, no partying and certainly no one night stands, the way that one touch to Keigo anywhere near your chest or thighs would make you cum instantly was worrying to say the least.

“I might have plans.” You lean against the cool glass your head look past the glass to see the chilly night, the black and blues of the sky missing together, it was a masterpiece.

“You really like the sky don’t you.” Keigo notices turning his head towards you.

You don’t say anything a simple hum coming from your lips. “I’ll show you the stars one day Y/n.”

You hadn’t heard the remark, rubbing your eyes as he smiles at you. “You never have plans.”

“Hey, I have a life.” You ruffle his blond hair the feeling bringing warmth to the both of you.

“You really have got nothing to do on a Friday night.” He mocks out.

You roll your eyes at the man slouching on your sofa, he grabbed the tv remote going to put anything on. “I could have a date.”

He was silent no other words as he almost felt hurt, he couldn’t be though, “cancel him, you have a night with me, number two pro hero, any woman would want that.”

“I’m not just any woman though.”

“Y/n come on it’ll be fun, free bar, mingling, dressing up, cameras, it’ll be fun, even Mirko will be there.”

“You’re going to have to do a lot more then persuading and catching me fall.” You lean against the sofa, his eyes move to your neck watching as the necklace dangled against your collar, he had imagined how you’d look with the necklace dangling down as you sucked him off.

Even with the provocative dreams he had had about you, you were strictly friends and that’s how you two would remain. “You’ll be the prettiest girl there and who wouldn’t want a pretty woman on their arm all night.”

“Flattery, now that’s a new level Kei, I’ll come because you’ve gone as far to lie.” You laugh, watching the screen at the show you had no idea about.

He loved being called Kei especially by you, the way the three-letter word brought joy and made him hard at the same time made his head whirl, you had agreed on the falsehood on a statement that was entirely true.

The week progressed, Keigo had left as soon as you agreed to go with him, he had sent a dress and shoes. It was pretty and you needed to remember to pay him back, a car was coming to pick you up in two hours and you had to look at least decent. You were still in the top twenty not as great as Keigo, but it was something and one day you’d reach the top ten you just knew it.

You brushed your hair leaving it out, doing your makeup as you were making sure to not mess up anything was hard with how nervous you were. Yes everybody knew you and Keigo were friends but going together to such a public event would it be weird; would people make rumours?

You had little time to keep thinking about it before time was ticking away, your makeup was perfect for your face and hopefully it was noticeable and not embarrassing. You hadn’t tried on the dress, you had gone to shower and were met with the dress and shoes on your bed, Keigo had creeped in like a perv and left it with a note, his initials on it and nothing else. The manwhore.

You had been staring at it, not even knowing if it was your size, the way the fabric felt against your palms sent shivers, this was chosen out by Keigo it had to be some what decent on you. You slid into it, admiring yourself in the mirror. Your cleavage had perked up filling the top part, as the thin straps held them together, your thighs fell against the material. The two slits to the sides leaving your bare thighs exposed, if someone looked closely enough, your underwear would definitely be visible. The blackness of the dress with the black heels contrasted the innocent look  you always portrayed to the media and outside.

Keigo was trying to fuck you up and you knew it, you wore the same necklace you normally wore, and long earrings dangled from your ears. Rings and bracelets suffocated your arms and fingers and before long you were sitting on the sofa waiting for the doorbell to ring.

You weren’t nervous, you couldn’t be it was just two people going to an event as friends, you played with the black beaded clutch that encased your phone, lipstick and keys. You were fidgeting over one small event; you knew it wasn’t just the event but Keigo in a suit and you on his arms it was something you had always dreamed about. The only thing about the real-life version was that you were friends and that would near change.

The small taps against the wood made your heart drop, you stood up straightening the dress, you stride up to the door with a heavy breath and false hope at anything more than friendship.

The door opened hastily, Keigo stood in front his black suit contrasting his blonde hair, his wings wrapped around his back, you always admired his wings how he could fly up to the sky, something your quirk left you unable to do. Don’t get it wrong you loved your quirk but being able to fly and see the stars and sky was a dream and every time Keigo catched you it was like your dream was becoming a reality.

His eyes flicked from your face right down to your neck, then exposed breasts, right to the exposed thigh and down to the floor where your heels peaked under the dress. He was lost for words, the way your body fit so well in the dress, it was perfect and the innocent eyes underneath it all made his heart melt.

“Yo…You look beautiful.” He smirks composing himself, the suit fitting him nicely, the bowtie looking crooked you’d have to sort it out for him for sure. Even his hands had some rings, you had admired Keigo’s hands they were perfect for you, you often imagined them around your throat or even inside of you pumping back and forth. Your thoughts always ran wild when Keigo was involved.

“Thank you.” The reddening in your face becoming more prominent, you looked down not wanting to meet his gaze, he had been staring and both of you knew it. “You look nice as well, more than nice, you…you look handsome.”

He smirks as he clicks his tongue against the inside of his cheek trying to suppress his want to wrap his arms around you, “the cars waiting.”

You nod locking up, he admired your exposed back, the way the top of your neck and back ran smooth, he wanted to touch it, feel it, stroke it and maybe even lick it. He walked towards the elevator in silence, why was it so awkward you two normally couldn’t stop talking to each other.

“Ugh so.” You both end up saying in sync, he hated how he was reacting to you.

He knew that the dress would be perfect for you as soon as he saw it, he didn’t care about the price and wanted to make you look pretty and now as he saw you in something he chose. His heart couldn’t handle the intense feeling of love he had for you.

You both left the elevator the ride down having been silent, he opened the door for you, nodding your head in a thank you before the frigid air hit your skin, the moon shone bright as you admired the sky just as Keigo was admiring you, he guided you to the car before opening the door. A curt nod from yourself as you looked out the window continuing your fascination with the sky.

“Y/n.” Keigo gently touched your arm bringing you back to reality.

“It might last a while so as soon as you want to leave you can tell me.” You smile facing him again, he really was gorgeous, his rough hand on your smooth skin, the way his wings arched into his body, they looked smaller than usually, he often let some feathers fly around and you could see outside a trail of red in the sky.

“That’s fine, I don’t have anything better to do.” You mutter softy.

“What? You? Don’t you have dates every week?” He smirks as you roll your eyes.

“Ha Ha Ha.” You fake. “I haven’t gone out on a date in months, nobody has my interest.”

He lied back his hand moving up and down your arm, you didn’t mind but it sent shocks down your body, craving more of this touch. “What? The great Y/n Y/l/n hasn’t found anybody interested.”

“Yeah I know right, the girl who gets interested in the sky and museums finds men a drab.”

He smirks he loved everything about your interests, every time you fell he’d catch you and every time you dragged him to any museum after a patrol he’d follow watching how your face went through the emotions at every new piece of art work.

“Your bow tie’s wonky.” You giggle your hands wrapping around the material, you undo it and tie it back up, he loved watching your hands at work. All he wanted was for you to pull him by the bow tie into a kiss but before anything could happen.

“We’re here, Sir.” The driver smiles, Keigo opens his door as you could already see cameras flashing, you weren’t as important as Keigo, so why did the number two hero invite you. He didn’t want to gloat so why you?

The air hit your body as soon as Keigo opened your door, he put his hand out as you took it, the way you could see his feather flow back into his back, they were beautiful you had often dreamt of lying-in bed together, his feathers over your back as your arms moved onto his own. You smile taking his  hand, helping you up, your dress moved in the wind and you prayed the slits on either side wouldn’t expose anything you didn’t want showing.

Cameras flashed, people shouted, they wanted your attentions, and it was only because of the man whose arm you had wrapped yours against. He smiled and relished in it all, you smiled back, not really having done something like this in months, due to rarely being invited to stuff like this.

Flashes occurred in every direction and Keigo’s arm was the only thing you could concentrate on. How he helped you up the stairs, his hands guiding you to make sure you didn’t fall, he was being nice something new to the normal teasing behaviour he had.

Opening the double doors, you were finally away from the chaos of outside, you were met with a cue of people waiting to go inside the main hall. “You okay?”

You turned to face him, his arm around your waist to keep you close, “I’m okay, it’s been a while since I had to experience something like that.”

“Well, you seemed like you knew what you were doing.” He smiles facing forward, you looked up at him the stubble running across his chin, the images of his chin brushing against your bare thighs, his hands gripping them to make sure you stayed still. You shook your head to remove the images before Keigo gave the invite to the man.

“We have to make sure you’re not carrying anything, step through the metal detector, Keigo steps through it with ease as you follow hastily, nothing occurred and you both were free to mingle in the hall.

The doors opened to a grand hall, with tables for pro heroes to eat and talk with other heroes around them. You hadn’t even asked what this event was about, you were about to ask Keigo, but he had disappeared. You looked around your fingers becoming white at how tense you were, you liked people yeah, you were okay with crowds but Keigo had left you with nothing more than silence.

“I go us some drinks.” His arm reappeared along your waist, “Vodka Martini, extra olives”

You smiled at him remembering your favourite before he passed the drink, you held it in your hand as he led you to your designated seat, you seemed to be at the front and were met with Endeavor and Best Jeanist you had worked with both of them less than twice and the people around them were little more than helpful, Endeavor with his son who you assumed had been dragged to this event with the scowl on the youngest Todoroki’s face and Best Jeanist with someone who you barely recognised. You sat down with Keigo, placing your drink on the table.

The younger Todoroki didn’t speak and whoever Best Jeanist was with had preoccupied him, your only option was Keigo. “You never told me what this event was about.”

He turns to face you, a grin on his face, “It’s just a charity event, to help raise money for the public from all the villain attacks.”

You nod they did these a lot and you assumed the invite to the top ten heroes was to gain publicity and for the heroes to spend their money on whatever revenue the charity got. “The mighty Hawks, actually giving back to the people.”

He laughs mockingly before turning to face you properly, “You like the dress then.”

“I do, how did you know my size?”

He looks down playing with his fingers, “I guessed.”

“That sounds like a lie, you perv.” You playfully hit his hands before he entangled your fingers together, a blush creeping up your face. The close contact of the two of you making your breath hitch.

“It should be starting now.” He says nothing else, your grip tightening in his hands and finger, it was an unknown warmth and you loved it.

The event progressed, people coming up to talk, heroes laughing and smiling, before you were able to spend the night eating and drinking to your hearts content. Spotting Mirko you let go of Keigo’s hands as you walked towards the woman.

“Do I spot a Y/n coming over?” She laughs as you meet her at the bar.

“Mirko.” You squeal as you hug her, you missed talking to her she was always busy now.

“What’s my favourite pro hero doing here?” She pauses seeing Keigo watching the both of you, “Oh my fucking god, Keigo fucking invited you didn’t he?”

You laugh as you give a nod, “we’re here as friends.”

“Friends my ass, by the end of the night you’ll be fucking all night.” Sometimes her bluntness would be the death of you.

Both your drinks came, and you stood talking for a bit, catching up on what had been going on in your lives, “still jumping off buildings then.”

“Duh, how did you think I ended up coming?” You laugh before hearing a cough behind the two of you.

His wings slouched as he smiled at the two of you, “care to dance.”

You smiled brightly as Mirko pushed you onto him, him catching you effortlessly, you nodded as she gave a thumbs up. It was soft music something that you and Keigo weren’t used to, you had gone to clubs and bars when you and Keigo first met many years ago but now under the slow songs it was something new. He held your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Why did you invite me to come?” You finally question.

“I…I wanted to, you’re an amazing friend and I thought we could have some fun.” He smiled the word friend making your heart ache, however.

You nodded resting your head on his chest feeling his heart beat as he smiled looking down at your smaller frame against his own. The song ended and you looked back up to him, your bodies on each other’s connected, you loved it.

“Want another drink?” He asked as you nodded he took your hand walking towards the bar.

You two get stopped by a man before you could even get to the bar though, he smiled at the two of you with what looked like a polaroid camera, “we’re doing polaroid’s would you two want some.”

You smiled as your gave puppy dog eyes to Keigo, he nodded as you both stood in next to each other, fairy lights behind you as it looked magical, the windows showing the moonlight and high-rise buildings. And Keigo, his arms wrapped around your own as you arm fell to rest on his lower back. His wings touching the back of your hand, the man took two polaroid’s for the both of you and as you shook it for the pictures to appear, you smiled. The way Keigo looked at you whilst you looked at the camera was a sight for sore eyes. 

He had been filled with love and comfort and watching you smile cheerily filled his heart even more, a quick thank you came from the two of you before you went to get some drinks. Whilst you were waiting Keigo showed you the photo he had, you both smiling at each other this time, it was something some comforting within it.

“You really do look amazing tonight Y/n.”

“Thanks Kei.” His nickname falling off your tongue.

Another song erupted as you saw a woman come up to the two of you, “would you like to dance?”

She completely ignored you as Keigo had been trying to put the polaroid in his phone case, he looked up as the woman smirked at him. Her dress was low cut, and her body and face were perfect, you didn’t recognise her so she must have paid to come as she seemed to not be a pro hero either.

Keigo looked between you and the woman, almost like he was asking permission, “you can go y’know.”

You smirked nudging him, you were sad to be left along but you weren’t together to feel any jealousy. He nodded politely as she took his sleeve, he looked back at your figure standing alone, the song was slow and she wrapped her arms around his neck, you weren’t jealous.

But you were, a rage filled your heart, he was supposed to be yours, he should be yours. But he wasn’t and he never would be, no longer wanting to see anymore you drank your drink in one sip before walking out of the doors, you saw a door leading to the roof and that’s all you needed.

You took your heels off, finally feeling comfort leaning against the concrete, you admired the sky and how free it was, how beautiful each star was and how you could name them all. If you hadn’t been a pro hero you’d have tried your luck working in astrophysics, you loved the idea of there being something out there. Stars, planets, moons, asteroids the whole lot that you’d never be able to touch.

“I thought you’d be up here.” You turn quickly seeing Keigo standing his wings opened wide as if they finally got the room they needed. You admired how his wings contrasted him so well, they were gorgeous, and you had always imagined running your hand along his back just to feel his wings.

“What happened to that woman?” You question turning back around.

He took his jacket off leaving him in his white button up and trousers, his bow tie loose around his neck. “I didn’t ask her to come with me today, I asked you, so I left as soon as the song was over.”

You nod not meeting his gaze, he walked towards the edge, you could barely see the bottom of the ground from high you were, you wanted to feel even more of the air in your bones.

He could sense the jealousy before when you had let him go, and he wanted to confess, he wanted to tell you he loved you and seeing you walk out of the hall made him want to run up and kiss you so badly.

He ditched the woman as quickly as he could not even caring to ask for her name, whilst running out, he spotted the door leading to the roof and instantly knew you would be there. He knew you and he knew how much you loved the sky.

“Y/n, I…” He doesn’t know what to say, you were perfect and all he wanted was for you to be his, “I…love you.”

The three words you never expected, you quickly turned to meet his gaze. “W…What?”

“I said what I said.” He wasn’t going to repeat himself out of embarrassment.

“Really?” 

He nods as you smile at him, “I love you too Kei.”

He was speechless, the three words he had wanted to hear for years now had finally came out from your mouth. “Can I?” He said his hand moving up to your face.

You nod, moving your face along with his own. His eyes closed just at the tips of your mouth touched, the way your mouth moved in sync, his hands cupping your cheeks. Whilst your own hands went to his hair, the blond locks encasing and being pulled by your hands. It was long awaited, and you craved more, he pulled your face closer, not stopping to breath. You gave a soft moan, allowing his tongue to slip inside, it was perfect everything you had ever imagined your first kiss with Keigo to be.

He finally let go, your breathing heavier as your mouths stayed closer together, he gave a low whisper a command of some sorts. “Jump off the building.”

You face turned to a smile, he had a plan, and you would happily oblige, the building was so much higher than you had ever jumped off of, but just as he helped you stand on the edge, your eyes on his own, your back facing the open air. You fell.

The wind rushed through your body, becoming closer and closer to the ground and then you felt it. The rush of Keigo grabbing you, fulfilling everything you wanted, his wings flew upwards your arms around his neck with him carrying you. He didn’t go straight to the building, instead flying up and up, you were too high to realise that any further the air would becoming minute.

“You trusted me.” He spoke in the air, you looked up to the sky, you could see even more than you ever hand.

It was perfect, “I know you’ll always catch me.”

He smiled kissing you again, you stayed in the sky, kissing him softy, it was less hungry and a start of something even better. The wind brushed against your skin and you could see so much more of the sky, the wisps of black and blue mixing, the way the stars seemed even more closer it brought happiness. And now you had Keigo by your side to show you even more of what you loved.

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Lipstick Stain (Maxwell Lord x f!Reader)

Summary: Maxwell brings you to a gala, but it seems like you can’t get what you want from him.

W/C: 2.7k

Warnings: language, slight period-typical misogyny, SMUT 18+, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), unprotected P in V sex (wrap it before you tap it babes) in a sort of semi-public space

A/N: it’s Max Lord day, I had to! I’ve been meaning to write more outside of my mains lately so this is an attempt at that! Please let me know if you have any characters I don’t write for as often that you’d like to see more of!

Maxwell Lord is obsessed with his public image. Of course he is, when he’s trying to cultivate a reputation as a rich, oil-laden mogul. He takes you to the fanciest clubs in parties, dressed in the height of 1984 fashion. He pays for your expensive haircuts, which currently features teased bangs and long waves.

Tonight, you’re at a gala. Your dress is a long, citrine-orange wrap that shimmers and has a high slit. Maxwell picked it out for you at some expensive store in Downtown D.C., insisted that you wear the color that would make all of his wishes come true when he finally found that stone. The two of you had posed for photos as you wandered in, your heels sinking into the plush velvet carpet beneath you.

“Maxie,” you sing softly in his ear as you wander up from behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist. He’s talking with a group of powerful men, many of whom you recognize from Forbes or television. The martini in his hand nearly spills when he jumps from the way your fingertips find the small of his back.

He excuses himself from the men and wraps his arms around your waist as you straighten his bowtie. “Dearest,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your bangs-covered forehead, his lips tasting of your hairspray as he pulls away. “What seems to be the problem?”

You look up at him with admiring eyes, a soft smile on your painted lips. You’re wearing so much makeup you can practically feel it move with your cheeks as the smile moves them. “Nothing,” you grin at him. This isn’t your natural environment: you were never famous before you met Maxwell. You were practically unknown, unlike the other millionaire’s wives and playthings that congregated near the bar. “I just think you look so handsome tonight,” you grin and cup the side of his face, worn but soft from the copious amounts of biotin oil he rubs into it every night. “How late do you feel like staying?” You ask softly as his hand finds its way on top of yours.

Max sighs. “It’s not how late I feel like staying, love. It’s how late these men feel like staying.”

You knew that would be the answer, but you frown anyway. “Maxie.”

“I know, I know,” he nods and pulls you a little closer. “If it were up to me, we wouldn’t even be here. But I- we need this. Black Gold needs this. If I can convince just one of those men to invest, I swear we’ll finally-”

With a soft kiss, you cut off his words. “You don’t need to explain yourself to me, honey,” you chuckle as you break away, sliding your fingers under one of his suspender straps. “I know. It’s alright. I’m just… feeling tired. Not my kind of people,” you admit as you scan the room. It’s so stuffy, bland house music playing and the small dance floor nearly completely empty.

Maxwell doesn’t like these kinds of functions either. You can tell, from the way his hands quiver in yours as you walk in, from the way he downs a drink before he can talk to anyone and then sips at another for the rest of the night. “Well, you’re the most beautiful woman here,” he assures you, a hand tracing down your sides, over the shimmering, pale orange fabric. “No one could even hold a candle to you,” he murmurs as his hand drifts lower, to the bare skin of your thigh beneath the slit.

“Maxwell,” you warn as you breathe out a chuckle, snapping the suspender against his chest. “Careful.”

He smiles a little, glad he could boost your mood for even a few moments. “Not my fault you’re the most ravishing woman here,” he mumbles next to your ear.

“Do you want a paparazzo to take a photo of this, hm?” You tease, pressing a kiss to the side of his face and grinning at the pinkish-red stain. “It’ll label you as some kind of rake, an exhibitionist,” you giggle as his hand rubs against the soft skin there. It goes higher, tugging at the lacy strap of your panties over your hip. You make a soft noise of surprise and rest your head against his shoulder.

“Please,” he chuckles and shakes his head, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “I’m Maxwell Lord, darling. I can do whatever the fuck I want, especially with you,” he murmurs, kissing you again. He sighs and his hand returns to your waist. “I need to go and talk shop again. Come with me.”

You groan and pout, looking up at him and holding him by the suspenders again. “Max. I don’t want to look like some trophy wife.”

“Hey, you said you’re bored. At least you can listen in on what we’re saying and help me strategize. It’d be a real help to me,” he offers, chuckling as you take a martini and take a swig, leaving a lipstick stain on the rim. “Then I’ll take you home and get that fancy dress off that perfect body.”

“Fine,” you sigh. You finish the drink in two more gulps and pat his side. “I’ll be right back, with two more of these.”

-

The night is boring. You listen to the men talk, giving sharp smiles when a man makes a chauvinist comment to you. This is the part you have to play, you remind yourself. This is for Max. You’ll put up with it to help him.

Finally, the room starts to slowly empty, millionaires filing out and into their limousines to take them to their Arlington mansions just across the Potomac. Maxwell stays to the very end, you hanging on his arm and tired.

When the room is nearly empty, the DJ finally plays some good music. It’s a song you and Maxwell both love, and you perk up as you hear it, standing up taller in your heels. “Maxie!” You coo, walking towards the dance floor. “Come on.”

He sighs and rolls his eyes but with a smile on his face as he follows you. You kick off your heels as the floor turns from carpet to vinyl beneath your feet. Maxwell takes off the jacket of his suit, loosening his bowtie. There’s hardly anyone important here to see it, and you grin as you tug him along by the patterned suspenders.

Once you’re on the floor, Maxwell takes you in his arms and sways you along to the song. It’s a slow and sexy number, some new song by George Michael that’s heavy on the saxophone and he buries his face in your neck as he murmurs the lyrics. You’ve always known Maxwell has a pretty good voice, and it makes you smile to hear it. Your feet move in time across the floor, Maxwell’s hand slipping from your waist to your bare thigh once more. “Maxie,” you sigh, your hands climbing up the back of his neck and into his golden-blonde waves.

The hand slides higher, and you can feel it toying at the lacy strap of your panties. “Maxwell,” you shiver. “Take me home.” To seal the deal, to make it impossible for him to say no, you grind your hips against his, feeling him harden beneath his suit pants. Your hands slide his suspenders off his shoulders. They dangle around his waist, emphasizing the desperate look he’s already feeling deep in the pit of his stomach.

“Okay, darling,” he breathes and pulls you back to the table, grabbing his suit jacket and bowtie in one hand and your heels in the other. You giggle and wrap an arm around him, the two of you rushing outside as Maxwell’s jacket hangs in front of his crotch to hide his growing erection.

The two of you spot the limo, with Black Gold Cooperative emblazoned on the side. The driver opens the door and the two of you slide inside. As soon as the door closes behind you, Maxwell opens the small divider window and shouts at the driver to get you home. He closes it and pulls up the privacy system in a heartbeat.

While he does that, you find your way to your knees on the floor of the limo, smirking as you unclasp the wrap’s chest snap to show off your breasts beneath the dress. When Maxwell turns back, he unintentionally moans at the sight, your teased hair messy and your tits exposed in the lacy white bra you wore beneath it. “Oh fuck, darling,” he murmurs and cups the side of your face. His other hand unbuttons the top few buttons of his shirt while your nimble fingers undo the fly of his pants.

Beneath the suit, he wears no underwear. You certainly didn’t expect that, when you push them down slightly to find Maxwell’s bare and straining cock. “Maxie,” you murmur and a shiver runs through your body. “So naughty,” you chuckle and press a kiss to his shaft, leaving a lipstick stain there.

“Says the one on her knees for me,” he breathes, choking out a moan and his head falling back into the leather seats. His hand buries itself in your hair, gripping it unintentionally hard.

You take the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and focusing on the frenulum. You drag your fingertips feather-lightly over his balls, making his dick twitch and his thighs tense. “You’re going to kill me,” he groans.

You suddenly sink all the way down on him, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You suppress a gag, making tears form at the corner of your eye. He grunts helplessly, biting on his lip, and the noises he makes are all worth it.

You pull away, until just the tip is on your flattened tongue. Maxwell is aching, dripping precum now. “Get up here and fuck me, baby girl.”

You pull away with a loud, wet noise and grin up at him, your lipstick smeared around your mouth. You look like an absolute wreck and Maxwell couldn’t be more in love with it. Your eyeliner is slightly smudged at the corners of your eyes, the tears from choking around his dick sitting there and refusing to drip.

Sitting back on your heels, you hike your skirt up until it’s around your waist. You climb over Maxwell’s lap, hovering above his dick. “Want you to cum in me,” you murmur as your forehead falls onto his shoulder when he pushes your lace panties aside and runs two thick fingers through your folds.

“I can do anything you want, darling,” he mutters, sinking his teeth into the skin of your throat. “Just say the word and I’m all yours.”

“Please,” you groan, shivering as the air-conditioning begins blasting through the back of the limousine and the cool breeze brushes your sweating neck. “Please, Maxie. Fuck me.”

“There we go,” he shudders and lowers you onto his dick, your panties tucked to the side. His movements are slow. Maxwell is fully conscious of how large his dick is, and he knows it always stretches you open despite the millions of times you’ve done this before. “Good girl,” he groans as you’re seated all the way on his dick. “Feels so fucking good on top of me.”

The sensation is so hot, the strips of bare skin on both your and Maxwell’s chest meeting in select spots, the rest covered by the silky fabric of your respective formal garments. Maxwell’s thick, ring-clad fingers slide between his hips and yours, rubbing tight little circles into your clit immediately and grunting. You cry out at the feeling and push yourself up only to slam your hips back down to his. “Take what you need, darling,” he assures you, bucking his own hips up into yours.

Nodding, you lift your head from his shoulder to kiss at his neck, tracing your tongue along his jugular as you bounce up and down at him. Soft noises of pleasure drift from your lips, and Maxwell’s fingers follow you up and down, stimulating you all the while. “Feels so good, doesn’t it baby?” He murmurs to you, grabbing the back of your head and pulling it to the side so his lips can descend onto your jaw. “You love this. Would’ve done this at the gala if I asked, wouldn’t you?” He murmurs.

“Yes,” you cry out, nodding softly and feeling the tug of his hands gripping your hair when you do so. “Anything for you.” He’s an overwhelming presence of a man normally: in your face, loud, enthusiastic and hopeful. His presence is equally heavy as his large hands are all over your body, his thick cock buried inside of you, his firm chest pressed to your soft breasts.

One particularly hard grunt comes from the back of Maxwell’s throat. “Baby girl,” he shudders beneath you. “You’re getting so close, aren’t you? I can feel it. I am too.”

You nod and your head falls into the curve of his neck, resting your face there and breathing in his expensive cologne and sweat. “Please, Maxie,” you groan out and grind your hips against him while he’s fully sheathed in you. “Cum in me.”

“You first,” he says breathlessly, teeth gritting in concentration to hold back. “Tell me how you feel, darling.”

A few more strokes to your clit do the trick, making you fall apart in his arms. “Max,” you practically sob into his neck and your arms grip at his broad shoulders desperately, your orgasm wrecking your body, making you shake all over and your thighs lose all of the power they had to bounce on him. “Feels so fucking good,” you cry as your head falls back, body pressed against his. “No one else can do it like you, Maxie.”

Maxwell can’t hold back any longer either, not with the way your walls clench him desperately hard and your body practically vibrates. “You’re fucking right,” he growls and takes over the job of the thrusts, both hands gripping your waist as he pushes his hips into yours again and again. “Because you’re mine, baby girl. All mine. And when we hit that oil I’m going to get a big fucking office and fuck you over the desk while you look over the D.C. skyline. How does that sound?”

“So good,” you whimper. He’s not sure if it’s from the way your body is still possessed by the orgasm or his words, but it seals it when you speak again. “In front of your fucking associates. Show them I’m yours.”

The words from your mouth sound infinitesimally dirtier than when Max could say it. Combined with your fluttering walls, it sends him over the edge. His dick buried deep inside of you, he shoots rope after rope of hot liquid into you, desperately crying your name and clinging to you as it rolls through his body like a rising tide.

The two of you sit there, spent and sweaty and sticky, for just a moment before you can feel the limousine come to a stop. Looking out the window, you can see you’re home. “Perfect timing, Maxie,” you breathe softly and lift your hips, sliding your panties back into place. He tucks himself back in his pants and adjusts his messy hair, pulling his suspender straps back up.

“I meant it,” he presses a kiss to your face as you sit back down next to him then scoot out of the car. “I’m going to give you the most wonderful life you can imagine when we hit oil. You’ll never want for anything again.”

Max tosses a bill with a high dollar amount into the passenger window, for the driver’s tip. You wait until he’s standing, taking his hand and leading him to the front door. “I don’t want anything now. I have you, I have this gorgeous life, and I have the ability to fuck my famous lover in the back of a limo. What more could I want, Maxie?”

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[luke-patterson-owns-my-soul]

The Intern

The Intern: A Luke x Reader One Shot

Luke Patterson x Reader

Title: The Intern

Words: 2,755

Summary:, Sunset Curve are posing for the photos for their new album. Y/N is the photographer’s intern who catches Luke’s eye.

TW: None

Author’s notes: This idea popped into my head after Charlie posted the photo of him being photographed. It kinda got away from me and went on a bit of a tangent, but I quite liked the outcome. I hope you do too.

“Guys, this way please. That’s right, just there. Perfect.”

Your boss, Caleb Covington, photographer to the stars, filled the large studio with his vibrant voice and even more vibrant clothing choices as you sit behind the laptop making sure the shots coming through are suitable for use.

All you’ve ever wanted is to be a photographer, and this internship was the first step on the ladder to the career of your dreams.

“Hey, Y/N, can you do me a favor sweetheart?” You stand and walk over to where Caleb is adjusting the lighting as the guys of Sunset Curve go for an outfit change.

“What’s up, boss?”

“There’s a thrift store a block over can you run over and grab whatever scarves they have?” He hands you a handful of money. This was common, Caleb would start a shoot, get hit with a vision, and then send you off to chase down obscure props. “Also, as many fake flowers as you can. I’ll make sure everyone takes a lunch break while you’re out, so you don’t need to rush.”

“Sure thing. Give me an hour?”

“Take your time.” Caleb reattached the camera to the tripod in front of him. “Also, take the small canon with you. There’s some great street art that could be used for these guys.”

“Thanks, boss.”

You grab the bag containing a small point and click camera and shoulder the strap. As you leave the studio, you realize how supportive Caleb is of your dreams despite the bad rumors that are constantly floating around about him. He’s never given you occasion to doubt him and he allows you to use the equipment in the studio whenever you want, and often encourages you to take photos from behind the scenes.

Walking along the sunny New York streets, you take photos of the amazing architecture and as you near the thrift store, you see the street art Caleb told you about. It’s gorgeous. Six feet tall, bright blue angel wings cover a brick wall and you take a few shots, change angles and take some more. Eventually, you lower the camera and enter the thrift store.

Within ten minutes, you have a bagful of scarves and a handful of fake flowers and are ready to head back, not before stopping off at your favorite delicatessen to buy your lunch.

Back at the studio, Caleb and the guys are sitting around a round table, chatting.

“Where do you want these, Caleb?” You ask waving the flowers at him.

“Oh great you’re back. Just hand them over to Kayla in props, we’ll work out what to do with them after lunch. Come and join us.”

It wasn’t very often Caleb invited you to mix with his clients, so you jump at the chance. You pull out a chair and sit down as Caleb introduces you to the four guys that are around your age.

“Y/N, this is Reggie, Bobby, Alex, and Luke.” Each of the guys give her a wave in greeting, but there’s something about the last guy, Luke, that has you locking eyes with him for a moment. With a cough, you look away and take a bite of your sandwich, but you can still feel his hazel eyes on you.

:: ::

Once lunch is over, the guys head back into make-up for a touch up while Caleb rearranges the while space, placing the flowers you bought around the space. The scarves are hung in the window, which is opened to let in a breeze, moving the material in waves.

As he works, you upload the photos of the street art you took and begin to edit them.

“Wow, those are amazing.” A voice behind you makes you jump. Turning around, you see Luke staring at the screen in front of you. “Did you take those?”

“Yeah, I did. Thanks.”

“Y/N, are those street art shots ready yet?” Caleb calls out as he walks over to join you and Luke. “Oh, honey. These are fantastic and will look amazing as a backdrop for the guys.” He turns to Luke. “What do you think?”

“Hell yeah. This album cover is gonna be gnarly.”

You feel your face heat up from the blush that’s creeping over your skin at the compliments you’re not used to receiving. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, you turn away and focus back on the screen, allowing the sounds around you to fade into a pleasant buzz as you work.

“Girl, you have an admirer.” Flynn the make-up artist Caleb always uses creeps up behind you.

“What are you talking about?” you ask, trying to concentrate, but the guys of Sunset Curve are in your direct eyeline above the lip of the open laptop and they all look amazing.

“That guy, Luke. He can’t stop looking at you.” At her words, you can’t help but look over at him where he’s standing on a windowsill, made into a silhouette by the sunlight flooding through the glass behind him. You lock eyes for longer than is necessary. “Oh, you like him…” Flynn nudges your shoulder with hers.

“Shut up,” you hiss, worried people will hear her.

“Nuh uh. I’m making the most of this. Can I just say, the guy smells gorgeous?” With a laugh, Flynn retreats back to her corner of the studio and begins packing up her equipment. You watch her and when she turns to wave at you, you can’t help but flip her off, making her laugh even harder.

As the day draws to an end, you’ve packed away all of Caleb’s gear and locked it in the huge safe in his office, apart from the camera he’s been using all day. Sunset Curve are with Flynn having make-up removed and have changed back into their own clothes.

As you and Caleb upload the photos to his laptop, you can’t help but stare at Luke’s bare arms exposed by the cut off band tee he’s wearing.

“I’m just gonna grab some air, boss.” You tell Caleb, suddenly needing to be out of the studio.

“Why don’t you call it a day? I can finish up with these later this evening.”

With a grin, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek before going to grab your bag.

“Hey, Y/N,” Flynn called out from her corner. So much for a quick escape. You head over to where she’s putting the last of her stuff away in her huge case on wheels.

“What’s up?” You ask, feeling four pairs of eyes on you as you approach Flynn, avoiding looking at the guys watching you.

“Are we going for a drink?” she asks you, finally looking up at you.

“Well, I wasn’t planning on it.” Immediately, you regret saying the words as Flynn’s face screws up. It’s Friday, you’ve both been working crazy hours for Caleb, and you know you both need to let off steam.

“Oh, come onnnnnn. Julie’s meeting us.” Julie, the third in your trio of friends, worked as a studio musician nearby. “First round of shots is on me.” Flynn was in wheedle mode and knew you couldn’t resist. You heard chuckles from behind you and turned to look at Sunset curve seemingly enjoying the show. You’d forgotten they were there and felt your blush return.

“Oh, go on then, but I need to go home and get changed. I’ve been in these clothes all day.”

“Honey, no. You forget where we work.” Flynn grabbed your hand and pulled you behind a changing screen where an outfit was already laid out for you.

“This looks suspiciously li-” Flynn held a slender finger against your lips.

“Just get changed.” She disappeared, leaving you alone, You could hear her chatting as you pulled your clothes off and pulled on the ones she’d picked out for you, knowing there was no way she’d let you get away with wearing anything else. As you pulled on the cut off band tee, you were glad you wore on of your favorite bras – a black lacy number – as the arm holes were crazy huge.

The skinny jeans had been rolled, but because you had on heavy duty combat boots, you unrolled them then pulled your boots on.

“You look great.” Flynn reappeared, armed with a few essentials. With a sigh you let her attack your face with eyeliner, mascara, and a bright red lipstick. “Perfect, even if I do say so myself. Fluff up your hair, then get your booty out here.”

When you finally emerged from behind the screen, the conversation between Flynn and Sunset Curve – why were they still even there? – paused as all five of them turned to look at you. Reggie, at least you thought that was his name. Beyond Luke, you were a bit fuzzy, let out a low whistle.

“Dang, girl.”

“I hate you.” You hissed under your breath at Flynn who was grinning like a fool.

“No you don’t.” She linked arms with you and led the six of you out of the building.

“You could have told me you’d invited them.” You spoke softly so you weren’t overheard.

“Would you have come if I had?”

“Probably not.”

“That’s why. Now, I need to call Julie, make sure she’s on her way.” Letting go of your arm, Flynn pulled her cell out of her bag and held it up to her ear.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Luke appeared next to you. Flynn had been right he did smell good.

“Yeah, I’m good. I was looking forward to a long bath, but Flynn likes to get her own way.”

“I noticed.” Luke laughed as the girl in question linked arms with Reggie and Alex behind them. “She’s a force of nature, huh?”

“She’s something alright, I’ll decide later once I’ve had a few drinks.” He laughed again.

They arrived at their favorite bar where Julie was waiting outside for them.

“Y/N, you look amazing.” She soke as she hugged you.

“Thanks, I’ve been ‘Flynned’”

Flynn rolled her eyes as she made introductions as they entered the bar. Instantly, the smell of beer and floor polish assaulted your nose and you felt yourself relax. This bar had been like the fourth friend to you, Julie, and Flynn while you’d all been at college.

“Shots?” Flynn asked, making her way to the bar while the rest of you found a booth big enough for all of you.

“Shots, and lots of them.” You called out as you slid in, Luke following you, his firm thigh pressing against yours, heat flooding through you.

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A few hours later, you’re nicely buzzed from the alcohol and when the music starts, you drag Julie and Flynn out of the booth and onto the small dance floor in the corner of the bar.

For most of the night, the seven of you have been chatting about nothing in particular, and you couldn’t help but be hyper aware of how close Luke was sitting next to you and how much attention he paid you as you spoke.

“Girl, you and Luke. That’s some chemistry going on.” Julie spoke loudly over the music. Automatically, you look over at the booth where you see Luke watching you while his friends are talking amongst themselves. It isn’t unpleasant being watched by a guy that good looking.

“Right? I saw it earlier and had to sort out this little excursion.” You glared at Flynn playfully as the three of you moved to the music surrounding you.

“Oh, Nick’s here.” Julie ran off the dance floor and leaped into her boyfriend’s arms, peppering him with drunken kisses. You and Flynn grin at one another at the display. Usually, Julie was more subdued, but tequila had a habit of helping her lose her inhibitions.

“Ten bucks that they leave within five minutes.” You say to Flynn who laughs and gives you a high five. True to form, less than four minutes later, Julie waves her goodbyes and leaves hand in hand with Nick. Flynn hands you the money which you tuck into your pocket.

“I need the bathroom. I’ll be back.” Flynn slides away, leaving you to dance alone. It doesn’t bother you feel the beat of the music throughout your entire body.

Looking back over at the booth, you see Luke is sitting alone, still watching you. You can’t help but smile at him as the song changes from something upbeat to soft and slow. People begin to leave the area around you and you look around for Flynn, unable to see her.

“She bailed.” Luke spoke directly into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. It makes you shiver, and the feeling isn’t exactly unpleasant.

“Of course she did.” You groan, thankful for the bet you won which should just about cover an uber home.

“I guess I should do the same, then.” You can’t help but look up into Luke’s eyes, still swaying to the music – or is that due to the tequila?

“Before you go, can I have this dance?” he asks. Nodding, you step into his arms, noticing how firm and warm they are wrapped around your waist. Your own arms snake around his neck and the two of you move to the sounds of Ed Sheeran singing about his Perfect girlfriend.

“I never expected you to dance like this.” You say to Luke, not quite sure where it comes from.

“It’s easy with the right partner.” He smiles down at you, making your heart feel as if it’s about to short circuit. He really does have a pretty smile.

“Smooth talker.” Is all you can think of in response as you both continue to sway. As the song comes to an end, you reluctantly pull yourself out of Luke’s arms. “I guess I should call an uber.” You murmur, not moving off the dancefloor, enjoying the feel of Luke’s bright eyes on you.

“Sure.” He doesn’t move either. “Wait, how far do you live? Maybe we can share one?”

“Four blocks.” You shrug.

“How about we walk? Why pay for an uber for a ten to twenty minute walk?” He wasn’t wrong, but you rarely walked the streets alone after a night of drinking.

It’s cool, but not cold when you both step outside, the doorman giving you the thumbs up, making you roll your eyes.

“You don’t have to do this.” You tell Luke.

“Y/N, I want to.” He holds out his hand for you to take hold of. You oblige, a jolt of electricity running up your arm. “Which way?”

You start walking in the direction of the apartment you share with Flynn, Luke falling into step next to you, still holding your hand. A comfortable silence falls over the two of you, and you keep your gaze in front of you. The feel of Luke’s hand clutching yours is sending your body into overdrive and your brain doesn’t quite now how to process it.

Sooner than you’d like, you stop outside your building.

“This is me.” You can hear the disappointment in your own voice and see a flash of something on Luke’s face.

“Well, I guess I should say goodnight then.” He says, his voice soft, almost a whisper.

“Maybe you should.” Neither of you have released the other’s hand. You simply stand on the sidewalk, looking at one another.

Your brain is screaming at you that you don’t know this guy, that you only just met him, but your heart is telling you to do something to stop him walking away. It’s been a while since you’ve had this kind of connection with someone and it’s been even longer since you brought a guy back to the apartment,

The pink tip of Luke’s tongue pokes out and runs around his plump lips, attracting your attention. His deep chuckle makes you aware he knows you’re thinking about more than saying goodbye. Without a word, he bends his head and places a gentle kiss against your lips.

Before it started, it was over, and he pulled away. Using the hand not holding yours, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his cell.

“Can I get your number?”

You enter your number into his phone before he places another soft kiss on your lips, lets go of your hand, and begins to walk back in the direction you came from.

“Hey, Luke?” you call out, trying not to worry about the morning. He turns to face you, a question in his eyes. “Want to come up… for coffee?”

[jobrookekarev]

I Can See Us Twisted in Bedsheets

Chapter: 1 of 1

Words: 4900

Summary: A year after he left, Jo and Alex sleep together in a hotel room after they kiss at a wedding reception. 

It’s a deleted sex scene I didn’t include in chapter 5 of “I Remember it All Too Well” with a few details added to make it a stand-alone story.

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson.

Characters: Jo Wilson, Alex Karev.

Rating: Mature Audiences. 

Additional Tags: Not for the Kids! Lemons, Sexy Times, but nothing to kinky. (More tags on AO3) 

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AN: I've added a few details to make this sort of a stand-alone story so if you haven't read “I Remember it All Too Well” already, you don't have to. The intros are pretty similar so if you did read chapter 5 you can skip that if you want as some of it is pretty much exactly what I put in the story but I don't care if I plagiarize myself.

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When their eyes met across the room at the wedding reception the only thing that Alex could see was Jo. She sat at a table sipping the last of her wine and people watching like he was. All night he had been trying not to stare at her, but he couldn’t help the way his eyes were drawn to her. Jo had even caught his eyes halfway through the reception and smiled at him, which only encouraged him. 

Alex blamed his staring on the alcohol and the fact that Jo was the most beautiful woman in the room, although he would never say that aloud, lest he offend the bride. It had been a year since he had left her, left Seattle. Six months since he realized he'd made the worst mistake of his life and had come back. And a few weeks since he and Jo had started being cordial to each other.

She just looked so gorgeous in that little black dress. Alex was reminded of the way she looked at Bailey’s wedding all those years ago. She always wore black to weddings. It was a simple neutral color that fitted her so well. The short dress hugged to her hips with an open back and v-neck that allowed for ample cleavage. Her brown hair fell in loose curls and her dark mascara and eyeliner made her brown eyes pop. 

Jo caught him staring and Alex took in a breath as she held his gaze. Ever since things had become more amicable between them, the two of them had exchanged lust filled looks. It was only a matter of time before the heat between them reached a boiling point. As she looked over at him, she had hot and heavy eyes. It was the same way they used to stare at each other across the halls of the hospital. That look of lust sent them to the nearest room with a lock so they could tear each other’s clothes off. His body craved her. Alex missed her, more than anything, but he decided to stay where he was and see what Jo would do. He wanted things to be on her terms. 

Jo licked her lips, they were wet and swollen and he could almost taste her lips on his tongue. Something made her bold and she walked over to him. She took a step towards him, and then another. The closer she got the more he could remember the way her hair felt as he ran his fingers through it. He remembered how his scruff felt against her soft skin and the way her lips lingered on his neck. He remembered the way his hands held her waist and how her arms wrapped around his neck. He missed the weight and the warmth of her body on top of him. 

Jo took another step forward until they were only inches apart and he inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume. It was still the same one that he had got for her last minute on their first anniversary, but she had loved it. Alex was surprised she still used it, but then again he still wore the same cologne that she always bought for him. 

Jo stared into his eyes as they stood only inches apart from each other. They were so close, yet so far away. Alex rubbed his hands on his suit pants in a desperate attempt to keep them from her waist. He waited for her to make the first move. If anything was going to happen between them, he wanted Jo to decide what it was. Jo put her hands on his shoulders, running them up to his neck and tilting her head before she moved to trace her fingers down his chest. 

Alex thought she would kiss him then, but instead, Jo grabbed his tie and pulled him out of the reception hall. He followed her like a lovesick puppy. Alex knew he had a stupid infatuated smile on his face as he jogged to keep up with her. His eyes were glued to the open back of her dress and he put a hand on her back, feeling her bare skin under his hand as he moved to walk next to her. 

As soon as they were out in the hall Jo let go and pushed him up against the wall. Her hands are on his face, but for a second Jo just stared at him. Her brown eyes were wide and so full of love and lust, but she hesitated for a moment. All Alex could do was watch her and wait. Then, she tilted her head, closed her eyes, and slowly brought her lips forward as she kissed him. At first, it was just a peck, as if she was testing the waters, but then her lips met his in a frenzy. It was desperate and full of lust, and Alex loved it.

It was the kiss that he had been longing for since he got back. It took a second for him to react, but then he realized that it wasn’t a dream. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. It was the kiss Jo used to give him when she wanted him to make love to her all night long. She couldn’t seem to get enough of his lips and she just kept kissing him over and over. They would only pull back to breathe before they dived back in.

The moment their lips touched Alex found himself falling down the rabbit hole and into her love. Jo wrapped her arms around his neck just like she used too and Alex put his hand on her waist and pulled her close. Her body still felt the same, so soft and warm, his fingers brushed against the bare skin of her back. Jo melted into their kiss and Alex moaned as he tasted her lips. She tasted like the lipstick that she always wore for special occasions and the Chardonnay that she had been drinking. 

Their hands seemed desperate to touch each other and to relearn each other’s bodies. Her body was still so much the same and yet so new to him. Alex trailed his hands up to tangle in her hair as they kissed before he moved them back to her shoulders. Alex moved down around to her chest as Jo pushed her breasts into his hands. Jo moved her hands down to his chest, undoing the buttons on his dress shirt. Her fingers seemed desperate for his bare skin and the second she touched his chest, she sighed into his lips.

Jo pulled back suddenly and Alex looked into Jo’s eyes, they were filled with lust. Her pupils were blown so wide he could barely see the honey brown of her irises. Jo’s face was flushed and the red blush continued down her neck. Her hair was a wild mess from where his fingers were tangled in it. He figured he didn’t look any better and he could tell his hair was sticking out and his shirt was undone from where her fingers were still on his chest. 

They heard laughing coming from inside the hall and Alex looked around the hallway. They were alone, but just behind the door, they could hear the other people talking at the reception. Now that it was later in the evening, there was bound to be more people headed their way. Besides, Alex didn’t want his first time with Jo in over a year to be in the hallway of a hotel. He wanted to lay her down on a bed and see her body and all its glory before he worshiped her. 

“My room is empty,” Jo said as she dug her fingers into his lapel.

“Wait, Jo are you sure?” Alex said staring into her eyes and seeing her blown pupils. He knew she had been drinking and he had too, but he wanted to be sure.

“I’m more sure of doing this than I was kissing you the first time,” Jo said looking into his eyes as her lust had given way to a soft gaze.

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Jo dragged him out of the reception and up to her hotel room. She pushed him against the door and kissed him as she pressed her body against his. Her kisses became more forceful and less about lingering on his lips and more about the heated passion between them. Alex loved these kisses, as they often meant that the two of them would both end up rolling around in the sheets till dawn.

Jo started to tear him out of his jacket and shirt. It was the last wall between them and he felt like a pot boiling over. His skin felt like it was on fire and Jo was warm to the touch. He brushed his fingertips over her bare back and as soon as Jo had completely stripped off his shirt she pulled back and turned around. His fingers went straight to the zipper on her little black dress. She turned her head back to look at him as Alex gently pulled the zipper down. Once he was done she shed the dress and turned around to stand naked before him. 

Jo was only in a pair of panties and high heels and Alex thought she never looked sexier. Jo put her hands on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him again. She pushed forward and Alex leaned back down as Jo crawled on top of him. His body missed her so much and he reached out to hold her face. He trailed his fingers down her neck, over her shoulders, and down her breast. The trail of his fingers left goosebumps all over her skin as he reached down to hold her breasts. Her body was the same as he remembered, yet so wonderful to see before his eyes again. Jo just sat there and let him take her in. Her nipples were hard and pink as they stood out to greet him, excited for his fingers and his touch. Alex ran his thumb over the hardened peaks as Jo gasped, her breath telling of her excitement. 

He leaned in with his mouth and licked her left nipple, before he took it into his mouth, gently sucking as Jo let out a moan. He let his tongue roll over her breasts as he memorized the taste of her skin again. Alex went from the left to the right as he wrapped his mouth around her right nipple. He sucked on her breasts for a moment before letting go, his hot breath blowing onto her wet chest and a full shiver ran up her spine. 

Alex grabbed her hips and urged her to roll over. Jo rolled and laid down and he crawled over her sitting in between her legs before he reached out to turn on the lamp. He wanted to see every inch of her in the light. He looked over at Jo’s face as her hair was spread out on the white pillowcase and she looked up at him with a smirk through heavy lashes. He leaned down to kiss her again as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Jo held him there, but Alex pulled back and continued on his quest to touch every inch of her skin. 

He kissed his way down her stomach, leaning over her belly button, and swirled his tongue inside of it in a way that made her giggle and thrust her hips up at him. Alex knew that it wasn’t where she wanted his tongue so he pulled back as he reached for her hips. The simple and comfortable panties that she wore tell of her expectations for the night and their unexpected encounter. He ran his fingers over the hem before pulling them down inch by inch as his eyes traced every bit of skin he uncovered. Jo lifted up her hips as he dragged them down her legs and pulled them off her ankles. Alex ran his fingers over her ankles, one hand on each leg as he slowly moved back up. 

“Alex,” Jo moaned, throwing her head back in frustration.

He didn’t mean to tease her, but it had been so long since they were together and it felt like the first time. Back then, he wanted to make it perfect and special, but their time together wasn’t what was special, she was special. So he moved his hands up faster, running them over her thighs before she spread her legs for him. They were both equally horny and Alex’s erection was already pressing hard against his pants. His cock ached to be back inside of her, but he pushed his own thoughts of pleasure away as he focused on Jo. 

Jo’s vulva was dripping, the triangle of hair above her slit was soaked in her fluids and he took a moment to just look at her spread out before him. Alex wasn’t sure if he should touch her or lick her first, he just wanted her in any way she would let him. 

He reached down to collect some of the fluid from her opening, using two fingers he rubbed up and down over her clit just as she liked. Jo let out a high pitched moan and thrust into his fingers as she moved her hips back and forth. Alex moved his fingers up and down focusing on her clit for a few seconds before going down as he swirled around her opening with two fingers as she moved her hips forward. 

“Alex, please. I need you inside of me,” Jo urged him, her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back on the pillow as she withered in anticipation of the pleasure to come.

Alex quickly obliged, slipping one finger into her. Her wet cunt quickly took his whole finger up to his knuckle as he rubbed her soft walls. Alex quickly added another finger and began to thrust into her. He also leaned down with his mouth sucking on her clit. He knew that the combination of his fingers and his mouth would drive her absolutely wild. 

Just as he suspected she would, Jo threw her head back as she moaned his name. She continued to get closer to her orgasm as he circled her clit with the flat of his tongue around her swollen bud. The pace he set with his fingers was quick and hard and she continued to moan and whine. As she withered underneath him, Jo let him know exactly how well he was doing and how good he was to her. 

“Right there Alex, ah,” Jo moaned as she got closer and closer. 

He knew she was getting closer and he didn’t have to wait very long as her moans continued to get higher and louder. Alex glanced up to see her eyes squeezed shut. Jo reached down and tangled her hands into his hair, pulling at the short strands and urging him to take her further into his mouth. Jo continued to cry out as her breaths came out faster as she panted. Alex watched her, to see when she finally came around his tongue. 

“Alex,” Jo screamed out his name in a mixture of a moan and a yell as she came.

Jo’s legs shook as she came. Her back arched, holding her hips up as her orgasm washed over her. Her toes curled and her hips moved as she tried to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible, before she finally stopped moving and sank down into the bed.

Despite her orgasm, Alex continued his pace eager to get her going again as he knew how quickly she could cum again. He still knew her body like his own and he knew how he could make her cum a second time. Alex continued to suck her clit and thrust his fingers into her, adding a third. He wasn’t surprised at how quickly she got worked up again. Soon Jo was screaming his name as she came for a second time. This time Alex finally pulled his head away from her body, knowing how painfully sensitive her clit could get after two orgasms. 

Alex sat in between her legs and pulled his fingers out of her before placing both of his hands on either side of her body. He leaned over her again as Jo basked in the afterglow. Her pupils were still blown and she smiled up at him and tilted her head. Jo ran her fingers over his hair letting go of the tight grip she’d had on his head. 

“You ready to keep going or are you tired already, old man?” Jo teased him as she wrapped her legs around his hips. 

Jo rubbed her cunt against his strained erection in the front of his pants. Alex knew that she would ruin his pants with the amount of fluid she had, but he didn’t care. He moaned as she brushed up against him and he knew that if he didn’t get inside her soon, he’d cum in his pants like a horny teenage boy. 

Jo always had a way of making him feel younger. She was so full of life and endless sexual energy. There was a time when she used to tease him and they would spend all night in bed. They would go at it until he had nothing left to give her. It would take him a while to recover and Jo would be walking funny the next day.

“Old man, I’ll show you how well I can still get it up,” Alex said, as he sat back and undid his pants. He had to get off the bed to strip them off his legs and the center of his pants was completely ruined with her fluids, white and wet.

Jo smirked as he undressed. She looked over at him, drinking in his body as much as he had. He finally pulled his boxers down and stood back up, putting his hands on his hips as he let himself stand naked before her. Jo had a slight smile on her face and she bit her lip sucking it in. She looked straight at his dick that stood erect and was ready for her. His thick penis had always drawn Jo’s eyes and he took slow steps forward until she blinked and seemed to come back from their lust filled haze.

“Wait, I’m not on birth control anymore we need a condom,” Jo said, as she held out her hand for him to stop.

“Right, umm,” Alex looked around. He hadn’t been with anyone so he hadn’t thought to have a condom on hand, but he used to keep one in his wallet. 

It was an old habit from his slutter days before he met her, but kept it up when he was with her for extra protection. Alex rummaged around for his pants and pulled out his wallet. Sure enough, there was an old condom in it. It was a few years old, but hadn’t expired and he ripped open the packaging and rolled the condom down his length. Jo put her hand down and Alex walked towards her, he got back on the bed and kneeled in between her legs. Jo grabbed an extra pillow so she could prop up her head and shoulders. This let her head rest at an angle so she could see exactly how he was going to fuck her. 

Alex held his length just under his head as he leaned his hips forward to meet her clit. He rubbed the head of his dick over her clit a few times letting her wetness collect on him before he ran it through her slit. When he finally moved down to her opening he paused and Jo let out of whine, telling him exactly what she wanted. Alex slowly pushed inside of her, he wanted to savor the feeling of Jo’s walls fluttering around him as he slowly pushed in inch by inch. Jo involuntarily clenched around him and he waited for her to relax before he continued. Her legs fell open to the side as Alex leaned forward and he continued to push inside of her until their hips met. 

Alex groaned at the feeling of her walls around him once again. He leaned forward putting a hand on either side of her as he bent down to kiss her. He let the weight of his chest rest on her and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Jo’s lips were desperate and wet as she kissed him back. The taste of her lips reminded him of how much he loved her and how much he wanted her as he started to thrust. It was fast and quick and everything he knew Jo liked. She quickly let go of his lips, tilting her head back as her eyes rolled in her head while she moaned. As much as they both liked oral, nothing compared to the feeling of actually fucking each other. Jo lost it, the second he began to move back and forth inside of her and Alex became consumed by the way she felt around his cock. 

Alex loved the way she would clench around him, the way she rolled her hips, and the way she moaned his name. The past year the only thing he dreamed of was Jo and her body around him. Alex pulled back and hovered above her as he pulled out and then pushed back in. It was slower than either of them usually liked, but he wanted to savor the feeling. 

Jo squeezed her legs around him urging him on like she always did and with her arms still around his neck pulled him down towards her. Alex smiled as they kissed again, it was hard for him to concentrate as she lifted up her hips to drive him into her. They soon became consumed with sex as they thrust in sync. Alex leaned down to kiss her in between thrusts and Jo moaned into his lips and held his face as he slowly picked up the pace. Alex knew he wouldn’t last long inside of her, although he wanted to draw it out for as long as possible. He wanted to savor the feeling of her walls around his cock. Alex pulled back and concentrated. He wanted to keep a slow pace, but slowly lost his resolve, he got lost in the pleaser in a way that only Jo could make him. 

She groaned clearly, not enjoying the pace, and as she urged him with her hips to roll him over so she could be on top. Alex let her have control and pulled out before he rolled them over. Jo smirked as soon as she settled on top of him. She pressed her hands into his chest to hold herself steady before she started. From the second she took his cock back inside of her, he was a goner and as she rolled her hips, he groaned and threw back his head. 

“Jo,” Alex moaned as she continued to ride him, rolling her hips forward and then back.

Alex finally gave in and got lost in the pleasure as Jo moved her hips and picked up her pace. Jo moved faster, the movement of her hips changing from a roll to a bounce as she threw her head back and moaned as well. Alex ran his fingers up her back to pull her down to kiss him. Jo clenched her walls around him as they kissed and Alex cried out. He was so closed as his orgasm built up inside of him and he was ready to burst inside of her. 

Alex moved his hands to her hips, holding her and gripping into the soft flesh of her ass. Jo continued to bounce up and down faster and faster. The faster she went the closer he got. As his orgasm boiled inside of him, he felt Jo sneak a hand in between them to rub her clit but Alex quickly pushed her hand aside in favor of pleasuring her himself. His harsh fingers on her already sensitive clit had her crying out. He knew that they couldn’t delay it any longer and Jo tangled her hands in his hair again as their lips crashed together. 

“Oh god, Jo.” Alex came with a groan as his hips moved involuntarily up to meet her thrust down. 

The blinding pleasure of his orgasm filled him from head to toe as he withered underneath her. His mind went blank as his cock contracted and ejaculated. Alex could feel himself empty inside of her despite the condom he was wearing. Jo settled her hips as she took him fully inside of her, but continued to roll her hips as he came, his cock spasming inside of her. Alex thrust up into her as he finished and Jo started to bounce on him drawing out his orgasm and chasing her own. Alex resumed his circles around her clit as Jo’s walls fluttered around him. She finally came, letting out a cry of his name. Alex watched Jo as she came, she tensed up and squeezed her eyes shut as her orgasm washed over her. 

Alex smiled up at her as Jo finally opened her eyes when her orgasm ended. They both breathed heavily as Jo got off of him. Before she finally let his cock go, she clenched her walls around him one last time. It was something she always used to do and he wasn’t surprised that she did it again. She laid down next to him and put her head on his chest as they finally caught their breath. It was the best orgasm he’d had in a year. The last one he had like this, was the one she gave him the morning he left her. Alex was finally hers once again as he wrapped his arms around her.

Jo picked up her head and smiled at him before he tilted her chin up to kiss her again. They laid together as they recovered from their mutual orgasms. Jo laid her cheek on his chest as Alex wrapped his arms around her. Alex looked down at Jo in his arms. She was finally his once again. Even if only for tonight. 

Eventually, Alex got up and started the cleanup, he got a warm rag and brought it over to her so she could wipe herself down. In the past when Jo tried to walk after three orgasms, she would stumble around like a baby deer, and as cute as it was, he’d rather let her rest. He went into the bathroom and stripped off the condom, breaking it in the process as he tossed it away and washed his hands before he walked back over to her. 

Jo was still lying in bed holding her lower abdomen with her knees apart as she recovered from their tryst. She gave him a lazy smile when she caught his eyes and Alex couldn’t help but stare at her. He got back in bed and crawled over to her as he laid down next to her. Alex looked down at Jo next to him as she smiled and he reached out to pick up her hand. He pulled it up to kiss her palm, he couldn’t help the way his lips needed to be on her skin. The touch of affection was warmly received as Jo hummed and rolled over to cuddle against his chest, putting one leg over his legs.

“I missed you so much, every night I slept without you in Kansas I just tossed and turned,” Alex said as he put one arm around her shoulders and held her close. 

Jo laid her head on his chest as her fingers danced across his skin. “I didn’t sleep in our bed for a month after you left. I just slept on the couch, because although it still held memories of you, the bed was just too big and empty. I missed you so much, Alex.”

Alex leaned in and kissed her again before he pulled back and let himself hover only inches away from her lips. “I won’t go anywhere if you don’t want me to.”

“Good, because I want you to stay,” Jo smiled as she pulled him down to kiss her again. 

And so Alex stayed with Jo for the first night of many to come.

[i-stan-nct-and-satan]

Not Broken (Jaehyun Mafia AU)

Not Broken Masterlist 

Jaehyun X Reader

Y/N is a burlesque dancer living in Seoul. Jaehyun is one of the most powerful mafia men in Seoul. How will Y/N survive when Jaehyun suspects that she is involved with a rival gang?

Reasons to read this story: Ten's a cross-dressing madam so..... yeah read it ya freaks.

Trigger warning for this chapter: mentions of non-consensual touching. 

Bold means it’s being said in English

A/N: This story will be released in several parts and each part released will have its own trigger warnings. It’s a slow burn story but there will be smut in later parts. Jaehyun won’t actually be introduced in the first two parts, but I hope you’ll read anyway. This story is actually inspired by my year preforming as a burlesque dancer in Seoul. The burlesque group was actually an inclusive group that frequently featured drag kings and queens.

"Kakao!"

I opened my eyes and groaned as I looked at my phone.

8:37pm. I'm late.

"Fuck"

Kakao alert from Jungwoo: "Dude, where are you? The Madam is gonna be here soon. If you're late again, she's not gonna let you preform."

I grabbed at my aching head as I read the message.

Why does it hurt so bad?

I looked over at my nightstand and saw the answer in the form of several empty bottles of soju. I could barely remember anything from the previous night, but from the looks of my bedroom, I seemed to have been by myself. I stood up to grab some water, ignoring the message from Jungwoo. Apparently he must have seen that I read it since my phone soon started vibrating and spewing out kakao talk notifications at an irritatingly fast pace.

After chugging a full bottle of water in an attempt to sooth my throbbing head, I walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth and washed my face. In the mirror I saw that I hadn’t even attempted to wash the eyeliner from the yesterday off before passing out. What was originally a subtle thin black line had now smudged over the entirety of my lid and the concave of my under eyes. I looked trashed, no, dead was a better way to put it.

I roughly rubbed the smudged mess off my face with a washcloth. I didn’t bother applying a new face of makeup since I knew that I'd be expected to put it on at the venue anyway.

I quickly gathered up my make up supplies and shoved them into my backpack. I grabbed the tote bag containing my costume along with my phone and left the trashed one-bedroom apartment, not bothering to change out of the black sweatshirt and torn jeans I woke up in. It wasn't unusual for me to fall asleep or "pass out" in my day clothes.

It wasn't that I didn't have any pajamas to change into, it was more an issue of being too drunk to care. Right now, my reasons for not putting on a new outfit was that I was too hungover not to mention the fact that I was very late.

I walked down the halls of my building, choosing to take the stairs instead of the elevator. Although anyone who stepped foot into my room would believe that I must have lived in the ghetto, my building was actually quite nice. I just happened to be a very messy person and it must show in how I present myself because my neighbors often go out of their ways to avoid me. The only person in the building who I'm actually close with is the doorman.

"Goodmorning Hyuck." I say as I grabbed my headphones out of my bag.

"Hello, Miss Y/LN." He greeted me as he held the door open for an elderly couple as they exited the building.

I chuckled at his formality. As the elderly couple walked out of sight, I turned to the short male.

"How do you do?" I said mockingly to the uniformed doorman.

Donghyuck looked up at me and rolled his eyes.

"You know that I have to keep up appearances when I'm on the clock,” He scowled.

“Hey, do you have a show tonight?" He asked.

"How can you tell?"

"Well you said good morning to me and it's nighttime so... I just assumed that means you're planning on staying up."

I looked at him sheepishly. Donghyuck knew about my nighttime activities, yet he still treated me with the same respect he gave to all the other people living in the building. That didn't mean that he didn't use casual language with me every chance he got. His reasoning being that we've drank together so many times that it shouldn't matter that he's a few years younger than me. I don't mind, in fact, I think it would be weird if he spoke politely to me since I've never been polite to him a day in my life.

My eyes buldged slightly due to the sudden realization that I only had an hour to get from Hongdae to Ittaewon.

"I gotta go. I'll see you later DongFuck!" I yelled as I ran out the door.

"HEY!!!" He screamed back at me.

I ran to Hongik exit 9 and into the sea of people trying to get to where they needed to begin their own nighttime activities. As I stepped onto the subway, I noticed that some people were already drunk. I spotted some drunk ajushi's yelling at this blonde girl asking if she's a Russian prostitute. I roll my eyes and walked over to her.

"Are you okay?"

She looked up at me and nodded. The old men started directing their comments at me instead of her.

It's better that they act this way towards me. They're comments will be justified if they talk about me.

The girl snuck away without giving me another glance and I started to feel relieved until a hand landed on my shoulder. I kept still but my eyes glanced at the screen displaying the stops.

Only 3 more stops. I just have to cope for 3 more stops.

The hand moved toward my chest and I continued to stay still. 

If I move away, they'll just keep doing it to the other girl. 

The hand felt slimy, coated with a thick layer of sweat. It was disgusting. I tried to brush the hand away to prevent it from sliding further south, but my attempts were futile as the man continued to touch me.

It wasn't until the old man caressing me grabbed at my necklace that I turned to face him and pulled my fist back.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I ran out of the subway gripping on to my broken necklace and bags. When I had punched the stranger he fell back taking my necklace with him, breaking its clasp in the process. The only thought in my mind was to get as far away from the subway exit as possible. It was my fourth year living in Seoul and I knew how things worked. The man could have had his dick out, but there was no way that the police would believe a foreigner like me over him.

After arriving at the venue, I greeted the girls at the door and quickly found the bathroom to collect myself. My hair was sticking out of my ponytail and slicked to my face with sweat. I checked to make sure I still had all my things, most importantly, the necklace.

I looked down at the green emerald pendant. It was about a 3 centimeters long circle wrapped in a gold-plated setting, strung on a matching gold chain. Everything about the necklace was beautiful except for the broken clasp.

"Oh my god Y/N! You are so late."

I jumped at the sudden voice.

"Sorry Snoopy."

It was Jungwoo. I hadn't noticed him come in despite the loud clacking of his heels.

"I guess it's no big deal. To be honest, I'm pretty sure that the Madam hasn't even noticed that you weren't here earlier. She was just going crazy backstage looking for her wig. You should have seen her. It was so funny."

Jungwoo started speaking in a high pitched voice trying to imitate the madam.

"Where's my hair? Where's my hair?"

We both started cracking up at the impersonation.

"Come one!" Jungwoo said as he grabbed my hand, still laughing.

"You're the only one who’s not even close to being done with makeup," He continued.

As he walked me out of the bathroom and towards the dressing rooms, I examined his costume. He wore a long burgundy red velvet dress with long white sleeves. On his head, he adorned a long brunette wig. It seemed to be a very cheap wig as it was already starting to knot into a rat’s nest. Overall, it was a very modest outfit compared to the blue latex mini skirt with neon green tassel pasties he wore during our last show.

"What's your act tonight?" I asked.

"Wonho and I are doing a titanic theme tonight. You would know this if you actually came to our last practice."

Jungwoo was one of the burlesque queens. There were many in the group as they made up almost half of the dancers. Since Ittaewon was filled with foreigners, the queer scene was thriving here and it really showed in our burlesque group.

"What happened to your necklace?"

"Oh I broke it on the subway." I replied hoping Jungwoo wouldn't inquire further.

Luckily for me, he didn't.

"Want me to fix it for you?" He said as he examined the jewelry in my hands.

"It's just a broken clasp right?"

"You would fix it for me?" I asked as I hand the necklace to the feminine male.

"Yeah of course! My costume jewelry breaks all the time. Damn the heavy things. This should only take a few minutes. I'll go get my tools."

Without another word, Jungwoo left, allowing me to get started on my makeup. Tonight I was supposed to be the final act, as per usual, which meant that my costume was the most extravagant. 

For my makeup, I applied gold lipstick along with gold eyeliner, and a glitter highlight. The theme of my act was, you guessed it, gold. Even my costume was brimming with gold detailing. All fake of course, but it was still dripping with elegance. I quickly wrapped my hair into a hairnet and put on my white-blonde wig.

I had been preforming for around two years now. I found the group through a friend who had ended up leaving Korea. I quickly proved myself to be one of the best dancers in the group although some people liked to focus on my lack of attendance even though my acts often recieved the most praise out of every show.

It's not that I thought I was better than my fellow dancers. It's just that I happened to do quite well for myself as a dancer. Through dancing alone, I've been able to pay for my apartment in Hongdae, pay off my student loans, and my other debts, all while being able to afford a few luxuries here and there.

I began to take off my day clothes before I was interrupted when a familiar face entered the dressing room.

The Madam.

"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" I sneered at the short figure that approached me.

"Haven't you ever heard of coming on time?" The figure snarkily replied, taking a drag from her cigarette.

The Madam, or Madam Ten, as some of us called her, was the leader of the group. She directed the show, organized it, taught choreography, and had final call on every detail of our preformances. 

The thing about The Madam, was that she wasn't exactly a madam. Like Jungwoo, she was a drag queen, but she committed to the role more. None of us had ever actually seen the older out of drag. Some assumed that she may have identified as a woman, since anytime anyone said differently, she would scoff and often would reply with the same two answers.

When it was a woman addressing her as a man, she would say something like,

"Darling. When you refer to me as a he, you are merely pointing out the sad truth that even a man can easily be prettier than you."

When it was a man, she would walk up to the poor soul and say something vulgar, such as "You won't be calling me a he when you are screaming my name later."

Madam Ten was roughly in her 50's yet she was still dripping in womanly charm and beauty. Her face was wrinkled from all the years of smoking cigarettes, but she had more knowledge about seduction than all of us, so her age rarely mattered to the men around her.

She wore her hair in a sort pixie cut. Her red dress draped to the floor. She had an array of colorful scarves wrapped around her neck and shoulders. Heavy jewelry adorned her fingers and neck. Her ruby lips wrapped around the long black straw that was encasing the end of her cigarette.

"On a normal night, I would have given your act to Eunwoo as punishment for your... tardiness."

I raised my eyebrows.

"But...?" I questioned anticipating her to continue her explanation.

"But despite Eunwoo's ability being equal to yours, in my opinion even better..." She continued, snarkily mumbling the last part.

"He's lacking your certain assets, which I believe our special audience members would prefer tonight." She cooed, not even trying to be subtle about staring at my undressed body.

"Special audience members?" I asked as I turned away to find my costume.

"It seems as though our venue has been...reserved for a private party this evening."

"The whole venue?" I gasped.

"Yes. And it seems as though I've had to make some last-minute changes to the show tonight in order to appeal to our audience's specific tastes."

"What kinds of changes?" I inquired, continuing to dress myself.

"Sadly, tonight is going to focus on the more traditionally feminine tonight. It's such a shame that men nowadays are still so afraid to explore their sexualities." She rested her hand on her face as if she were genuinely contemplating something.

I started zipping up my costume before I realized what she was implying.

"Jungwoo's not going to be allowed to perform tonight is he?"

Madam Ten walked up behind me and pulled the zipper of my costume up the remainder of my back.

"We are all expected to make sacrifices sometimes."

This wasn't fair. Jungwoo worked harder than me at everything he did. It wasn't fair that I should get to preform while he's expected to roll over just because some last-minute guests didn’t want to see a drag queen preform burlesque.

 And what about the Madam? Madam Ten would never change the line-up for a show just to appease the preferences of some rich snooty straight assholes. In the past, whenever an audience member complained about the less conventional dancers, it would end with her having the source of the complaint swiftly thrown to the curb. The Madam often referred to these men as lacking taste or ability to appreciate the real artistry of burlesque, but tonight she's acting as if her submission isn't even something to be questioned.

Whoever could afford to rent out the whole venue must have a lot of both money and power to cause the Madam to act this way. Who could these guests be in order for the Madam to choose to compromise the show's integrity?

"I should go talk to Jungwoo." I commented as I turned to leave the room, but Madam Ten stops me, grabbing my hand.

"I already sent him home." She explained reaching into the pocket of her dress.

"But he did leave me this to give to you."

She turned me so that I was facing the full length mirror and wraps my newly fixed necklace around my neck. I was unable to examine the fixed clasp, but it's ability to stay on my neck reassured me of it's functionality.

Madam Ten started walking out of the dressing room, motioning for me to follow. She walked towards the backstage curtains. Once we arrived Madam Ten slung her arms gently around my shoulders and brought her lips closer to my ears.

"Tell me Y/N, are you familiar with NCT 127?"

My eyes bulged upon hearing the name. NCT 127 was one of the most infamous Mafia gangs in Seoul. Specializing in drug trade and weapon imports, NCT 127 was known for it's ties with the police, making it the gang untouchable. Besides that, most people don't know very much about the group. People know that it exists, but most of the group's actions completed with such secrecy that no one outside of the group is completely sure about the how far their reach is. Some have specified that they have so much power in Seoul that even the president had been accused of being in the leader's pocket.

I turned to face the Madam.

"It seems as though they will be making up our audience this evening."

Madam Ten lifted back the curtain ever so slightly revealing the faces within the crowd. Missing, were the familiar faces of our loyal regulars, only to be replaced with more intimidating facades. Tough looking men wearing dashing suits littered the tables and bar areas. Many were sitting down in an organized manor, but even more were standing in small groups, wondering around, probably to get a drink, or worse, to harass the waitresses.

It was in this moment that I felt somewhat relieved that Jungwoo was sent home. I couldn't even imagine how these men would treat a man in drag if this was how they treated the female staff.

Cat calls made up most of the noise in the room, yet it seemed as though they were all coming from a small group of men seated at the main table. 

It was normal for us to seat astonished guests at the table closest to center stage. This way, whoever was deemed important enough to be seated there, could have the best view of the performers. Also, since the stage wasn't elevated, the performers would often walk into the crowd attempting to raise audience participation. Sometimes it would be asking an audience member to help remove an article of clothing. Other times it could be a full-on lap dance, depending on how wild or trustworthy the audience was that particular night. Either way, audience participation was always centered around this table.

Seated at/surrounding the table were five men. They all looked to be in their early or late twenties. Although everyone else in the room seemed intimidating in the conventional "thug" way, these men were intimidating in different way.

"Handsome, aren't they?" Madam Ten cooed almost as if these men were celebrities' whose presence should be appreciated, instead of ruthless mafia members who intimidated their ways into the audience, but I couldn't disagree.

Each of the men varied greatly in image, yet to say that any of them were less that godly would be a obvious lie.

Two men were standing up at their seats trying to control their obviously drunk colleague who kept making passes at the waitresses as they walked by. The drunk one was short but still very handsome with his golden bleached blonde hair and charming laugh. It seemed as though he would have no trouble picking up women if it weren’t for his brazenly drunk behavior.

As a waitress went to check on their table, the blonde man had slapped the poor girl's ass as he spoke to her in English.

"What do you say me and you get out of this overpriced bar and get ourselves a real drink?" He said as he put his hand on her waist and pulled her closer to him. The poor girl let out a small shriek.

I recognized her as one of the new girls on staff. Really innocent and sweet, but she normally did well when dealing with drunk costumers when they got out of line, but this time our customers were irregular compared to what she was used to.

The girl froze.

"Come on baby. Don't you wanna have a little fun? What's wrong?" The blonde asshole continued.

"Mark, Stop making a fool of yourself and it down." A tall brunette grabbed him and plopped the blonde back into his seat as if he weighed nothing. "She probably doesn't even speak English." He continued as he whispers something into the waitress's ear and hands her what appeared to be four 50,000won bills. As she quickly moved away, I put two and two together and figure that he was probably asking her to forget about his friend's indiscretions.

"I wasn't even...hiccup...speaking English Johnny." The blonde drunkenly continued mumbling in English as he tried to get up to follow the girl, only to be set back down again by the third standing party.

This third party stayed silent but nodded at the tall brunette previously referred to as Johnny.

Huh. It seemed like maybe this guy is either the strong silent type or he doesn't speak English. Whereas the other two seemed to be American like me. I noticed how the two spoke English in an accent very similar to my own along with the mentioning of their English names.

"Maybe when you were working with the Dreamies in the Canadian unit, getting drunk and harassing waitresses was acceptable, but now that you're working for the big boss, you have to keep up appearances. Okay Newbie?" Johnny lectured.

I started mentally cursing myself for assuming that the two English speakers were from America, not even considering the option that they could be from Canada, only to have my thoughts interrupted by the Madam.

"They might have used their power to influence the program of tonight's show, but I cannot tolerate any ruckus they make." Madam Ten gestured toward Mark.

Madam Ten started walking towards the doors leading out to the audience, but before leaving, she glanced at me and raised one ring covered index finger towards me, as if queuing me to stay put while she dealt with the unruly audience member. Then without waiting for me to confirm that I understand her silent request, she started to approach the three men, hips swaying ever so seductively.

Even though Madam Ten may have let the Mafia gang intimidate her into going with whatever changes to the show that were demanded by the irregular guests, I was relieved to hear that she still wouldn't tolerate disruptions within the audience.

I lifted the curtain up again and watched as Madam Ten made her way to the bar where the noisy blonde and his silent colleague had wondered off to.

"Hello boys," The Madam greeted the two suited men in a strict yet somehow still flirtatious manner.

Both men raised their eyes to meet the Madam's.

Stressing a smile, she continued. "It seems as though you are making my staff feel uncomfortable."

Madam Ten placed a hand on the lapel of the silent man's jacket hoping to incite a response.

"When young boys don't know how to play nicely, that's when they get placed in time out."

Mark looked up at the hand places on his hyung's chest and scoffed, further proving that the comparison of him to a toddle might not be that far of a stretch.

The third man looked at the madam with kind eyes and smiled. For a split second I was relieved that the situation didn't seem hostile. That was, until the third opened his mouth.

"Well what happens to old bats when they don't know when to fucking shut their traps?"

I couldn’t help but let out a gasp.

The third man had black hair with vibrant blue highlights. Despite the obvious fact that he was a member of the most ruthless gang/mafia in Seoul, he had somehow been born with an extremely innocent looking face. One could even allude his facial features to that of a baby rabbit. Yet he spit out his response like venom proving that one shouldn’t judge a bunny by it's adorable features, but by how hard it bites.

Madam Ten's jaw dropped, her confident facade having been completely shattered. Anger visibly erupted from her foundation covered pores. I watched her as her hand balled up into a fist, but before she could raise it even an inch, Johnny inserted himself in between the madam and his formerly silent colleague.

"Doyoung! How could you say that to such a beautiful young lady?" Although he was speaking to Doyoung, he didn't break eye contact with the Madam for even a second.

"Don't you realize that we are guests in this lovely establishment and should be thankful that we are blessed to have such a beautiful hostess?"

Johnny grabbed the Madam's hand melting away her fist as he planted a kiss on her ring covered fingers.

"Normally, I like to kiss a woman's hand without being obstructed by the presence of rings." Johnny looked up at the Madam while Doyoung rolled his eyes at his colleague's over the top mannerisms.

"Do any of these rings signify that I should address you as Mrs. instead of Miss?" Johnny slightly inquired as he winked at the Madam.

Ugh Barf. There is no way that the Madam is buying this.

An annoyingly long string of giggles escaped from Madam Ten's mouth.

"You can refer to me as Madam Ten, and no, there is no Mr. Ten." She responded as she wrapped Johnny's arm around hers. 

"Instead of playing with such immature young boys, you should accompany me for some drinks in my private room before the show," Madam ten stated shooting a glare toward Mark and Doyoung.

Before Johnny could even respond, the Madam started leading him to her private quarters backstage. Realizing that he may have laid on the charm a little too strong, Johnny glanced towards his colleagues giving them a desperate "Help me out of this" look, only for it to be returned with a smirk from Doyoung and an empty concerned look from Mark.

Once Madam Ten and her new boytoy left my vision, my eyes followed the two  men as they returned to their original table.

Still sitting at the table were two other men. 

Both men were wearing navy blue pin striped suits, and both were sitting silently, but that was about the only thing they had in common visually. One was leaning so far back in his chair it seemed as if sliding down one more inch would end in him slipping onto the floor, yet he seemed perfectly relaxed in his posture as he rested his left foot on top of his left knee. The other man was sitting up so straight that physical therapists could use a picture of him as a guide for perfect posture.

His hair was styled in a side swept undercut. A style that suited the man's angular face. He was handsome, but he didn't have any strange features that stood out. No piercings, no crazy colored hair, no flashy jewelry except for a Gucci watch on his left wrist. Even though the watch was flashy in of itself, it still would have probably been considered to have been one of the plainer Gucci watch designs.

He was dressed like an accountant. The most attractive accountant in the world, but still it was hard to describe how little he stood out. Which is almost sad because when examined, some would probably place him above the rest of his colleagues in terms of visuals.

Upon closer inspection, I was able to make out that the slouching mean's hair was a dark shade of purple that looked almost black under the dark lighting of the room. Two small loop piercings adorned the ear that I could see, and bold purple eye makeup was smudged around both his eyes. Well, at least I thought it was makeup. With how dark the room is before showtime, it's possible that he had two black eyes, but it doesn't seem likely that a man can look so mesmerizingly gorgeous with two black eyes.

Compared to his striped suit seat neighbor, he looked like a rebellious teen. In fact, he looked the most like a gang member out of all of them.

God, I wonder how I didn’t notice him before.

The way they dressed was so professional looking that it would be understandable to forget that these were horrid men that committed violent crimes on the regular.

I looked up at a clock on the wall and realized that it was almost showtime. I started heading back to my dressing room for a drink before the show, but as soon as I passed by the Madam's personal quarters I heard muffled voices. After realizing that nothing too adult was taking place, I couldn't help but press my ear against the door hoping to eavesdrop on the unlikely duo.

"Ummm I..I.. Umm don't you think that we should get back before the show starts?"

The confident flirt that I watched shamelessly flirt with the Madam earlier had dissipated and been replaced by a scared baby deer being hunted by a hungry lion.

"Come one lover boy, this won't take long at all."

Eck! I could almost hear her wink through the door.

My thoughts are interrupted by a sudden voice.

"Isn't it considered rude to eavesdrop?"

I suddenly jumped back and let out a small shriek. I turned towards the voice only to see the purple haired an from earlier leaning on the wall right next to me with his arms crossed,

"Oof," He said as he brought a finger to his ear as if responding to my scream.

"I didn't mean to scare you." He took a step closer towards me before resting an arm on the wall above my head.

"I heard that one of my colleagues needed to be collected from backstage, but that doesn't explain why you are here....Unless....Perhaps you were hoping to hear something besides conversation."

He looked down at me and smirked causing my face to flush. Even in heavy stage makeup I could tell that he noticed the new blush on my cheeks. I just stared at him, terrified, or maybe mesmerized, probably both.

"Okay so I guess you aren't actually as perverted as I originally suspected. It's okay though. I like good girls, but judging from your getup, you must have a bit wild side."

I looked down at the floor and realize that I was wearing my burlesque costume. Even though I have worn much more revealing clothing in front of hundreds of audience members, there was something about this guy that made me feel like I was naked in the most uncomfortable way. His eyes burned holes into my body.

"Yuta, did you find the boss?" The man with the undercut hairstyle from before walked around the corner and stopped when he saw us.

Yuta rolled his eyes before taking his arm off of the wall and turned to face the man.

"Always one to pop up during the most inconvenient times. Right, Taeil?"

Taeil looked at me with visible concern showing on his face.

"Leave the poor girl alone. I swear to god, sometimes you're worse than Mark."

Suddenly, a high-pitched scream arose from behind the door and Taeil hurriedly opened it while Yuta merely let out a bored yawn.

My body stressed with worry for the Madam.

This Johnny bastard could have just left the room if he didn't want to do anything with the Madam. He didn’t have to hurt her.

I looked inside the room expecting a bloodied Madam only to be struck with the sudden realization....Ten wasn't the one who screamed.

Johnny was lying on the bed, face covered with heavy lipstick marks, and the Madam on top of him.

You could tell that Johnny was not having as much fun as the Madam was, but she was as oblivious as always.

Having noticed his colleagues had come to his rescue, Johnny sat up. The Madam lifted herself up off of the bed and in turn, off Johnny.

"Johnny... Umm" Taeil stuttered.

Yuta entered the room and tossed a handkerchief to the lipstick covered man.

"Clean yourself off. The boss will be here any minute." Yuta stated calmly. The smirk on his face even more prominent than before.

There are more of them?

"What a shame it is to have such a..." Ten looked at us, "unfortunate interruption," she continued.

"Don't worry Madam. We'll bring him back to you after the show," Yuta winked and Johnny, who was wiping his face freezes in fear, making me feel almost sorry for him. 

Sadly, due to the power dynamics in gender roles, Madam Ten's lack of consent was being played off as a joke by his friend, instead of an actual close call for a possibly traumatic event. A kind of event I almost went through myself.

"I should probably go to greet the young man." The madam fixed her wig. 

"I should at least see the man responsible for tonight's sudden change in theme."

[sunflowersunshinevol6]

Harry Styles x OC

Warnings: drinking

Summary: Mixtapes. We all love them. We have a different one for a different mood. A different moment in time. For Harry and Summer, they become the soundtrack of one beautiful summer in California and the definition of their relationship. Because the people you love never really leave, they're only a mixtape away.

Part One

Let me start at the beginning. I never would have met him if it wasn't for my roommate Halley.

We lived in Monte Nido, about three miles from Malibu. I had just graduated from Berkley and was looking to become a freelance photographer. Halley did the temp thing, it paid the bills and we could still have fun.

I woke up to 'Love Will Tear Us Apart' blasting from the boombox in the living room. Halley had just broken up with her boyfriend and I knew she was hurting, but I despised the song. It was overplayed in my opinion.

"Hey," she whined when I walked out of my room and over to the boombox, shutting the music off. She was in the kitchen, baggy misfits shirt hanging off her slim frame, black hair tousled and looking like she hadn't brushed it in weeks. I rolled my eyes, walking over to her and catching the plate she slid across to me. A bagel with cream cheese and a cup of coffee. The perfect morning.

"I'm tired of you moping babe. We gotta get you out of the house." She grumbled, playing with the ends of her hair.

"Maybe I should call him," she started towards the phone hung on the wall. I ran, beating her to it and slamming my hand over it. "Summer!" She said slightly annoyed.

"No. Not doing that." I grabbed her hands, tugging her back towards the kitchen. "Know what we need?"

"What?"

"A night out." I said, bumping foreheads with her. "When's the last time we went to a show together?" She shook her head, shrugging her shoulders. "Exactly. There's a new band supposed to be playing downtown at The Dome tonight. We should check it out." Halley chewed on her bottom lip for a second before nodding, giving in.

"I could use a girls night." I grinned, high fiving her.

I've always communicated best through music. There's something about a song that can just get what I'm feeling across in a way that words can't. My mom used to say I was born with music in my soul. We used to dance around the kitchen, Fleetwood Mac's Rumors on vinyl, blasting as we croaned, singing of heartbreak and hope. It was deep. It always has been.

Halley went to work, another gig at a vet's office and I grabbed my roller blades and headed outside, Walkman in my pocket, Dinosaur Jr's 'You're living all over me' blasting in my ears. I took off towards town, heading to the record store.

Big and Easy Cassettes and Vinyls had been around since the late seventies. It was my place, and my mom's. Even when she got sick I would drive her over and we would pick an album, just one new one to listen to on the way home. We'd come across a song that was too good plenty of times and would go around the block to finish it. The place was my home away from home.

The Psychadelic Furs 'Pretty in Pink' played over the speakers when I walked in. A couple people lounged around.

"Hey! Summer! What's happenin'?" Willy, the owner, waved at me from behind the register. He'd been a hippie back in the day, even lived at the Haight. He wore small circle rimmed glasses that were tinted and his afro was always a mess. He grinned at me as I made my way over to him.

"Hey man! Got anything new?" He nodded, pulling a box out from under the counter, the label on ot reading 'New Shit'. I opened it eagerly, looking through the tapes.

"How's Halley doing?" He asked.

"She could be better. We're going to a show tonight at The Dome." Willy nodded.

"Yeah? My buddy Mitch plays in the band. His girlfriend Sarah is drums."

"Really?"

"Yup. Could make a call. Get you guys backstage." I couldn't contain my grin.

"Thanks man." I grabbed a couple tapes, holding them out for him to charge me. He shook his head.

"On the house. This time."

"Thanks Willy."

"No problem. Tell Halley I said to have a good time. I'll call my buddy, let him know you're coming through."

Halley and I have always had a preshow ritual, but since she was working when I got home I started without her.

I put on my new cassette, The Cure 'Disentigration' and hummed along as I started making drinks. I was halfway through my third margarita when she came in the door.

"Hey!" She shouted. I laughed when she began dancing towards me and I handed her her drink.

"Willy knows someone in the band. He's gonna get us backstage."

"Are you kidding? That's fucking great!" Halley screeched jumping up and down. We danced around the living room drinking and singing the wrong lyrics. It's always good to hype up before you go out. Remember that.

We started getting ready around eight thirty, both of us slightly buzzed. I grabbed my favorite t shirt. An oversized Clockwork Orange shirt that was black and had the logo on the front in orange, a red plaid long sleeve and torn up Jean's with my mom's old converse. I'm not one for makeup much but I put brown eyeshadow on to make eyes look a bit sunk in, mascara and dark red lipstick. I let my black hair fall down over my shoulders and put on my favorite sunnies.

Halley was a bit more punk than I was. She wore a black mini skirt, ripped see through black mesh shirt with a black tank top over it. Her favorite dog collar around her neck and heavy eyeliner and lipstick, her favorite Doc Martens laced up her ankles, ripped stocking covering her legs.

"You look hot." I acknowledged, winking at her teasingly.

"Tell me something I don't know." She laughed.

"Show starts at ten. You wanna walk?"

"I'm up for that."

The Dome was the local bar. It was only about a mile away and we hoped the walk would sober us up as we went. We talked and laughed, excited at the prospect of hearing new music. Music had been the thing that brought us together in the first place. Our mutual love for Depeche Mode and Peter Murphy. It always seemed to me that music was the only thing that brought people into my life and kept them there.

We got there early enough to see people coming into the bar. We weren't sure if they were there for the band or for drinks. We didn't really care. We were young and looking for fun.

"I hope they're hot." Halley said as we took our seats at the bar. I laughed, rolling my eyes at her.

"The one named Mitch is taken. He's dating the drummer so you better hope you don't fall for him." She snickered at me.

"Hi ladies, what can I get you?"

"Two Jack in Coke on ice?" She looked at me and I nodded my approval. The bartender nodded, heading back to make our drinks. That's when I saw Willy's unmistakable afro making his way through the crowd and towards us.

"Hey ladies! Lovely to see ya." He kissed Halley on the cheek and then me before leaning against the bar beside us.

"Heard you can get us backstage tonight." Halley said, wiggling her eyebrows. Willy nodded.

"Sure can. Already told Mitch I was coming. Just gonna bring you girls back with me." I opened my mouth to say something else but the feedback from the stage caught my attention just as the bartender came up with my drink. I took a sip, watching as the lights dimmed and everyone's attention turned to the stage.

The band filed out. Three girls and three boys heading towards the stage. The guitarist had shaggy black hair and a full beard, dressed in bell bottoms and a baggy white tee. But it was the singer who caught my eye.

He wore beige slacks and a black button down tucked in, the first few buttons unbuttoned, a couple of tattoos poking out on his chest. His brown hair curled slightly but was slicked back and the rings on his hands glinted as he grabbed the mic stand. He was outrageously handsome.

"Oh my." Halley whispered. Oh my was right.

"Ello." My heart dropped into my stomach when he spoke, a thick english accent greeting my ears. "My mama's Harry. This is Mitch, Sarah, Ny Oh, Adam and Charlotte. We don't have a band name yet, maybe one day. But we hope you enjoy." Everyone laughed at his comment. "This song is called 'Ever Since New York.'"

I closed my eyes, breathing deeply as the song began. It was beautiful. My mom would have liked it.

"Tell me somethin'" his voice was sweet, carried along the melody that the band played. I opened my eyes, watching as he swayed to the beat of the music. Everyone was quiet, enraptured by this young man's voice.

"Wow." I heard Halley say behind me, I couldn't have agreed more. It wasn't dancey, not in the way that you could get up and shake your ass. No, it was the kind of song you listened to at home in the evening, with your lover perched on the counter while you stand between their legs, dinner cooking on the stove. It was comforting. It was....home.

When the song came to a close I was breathless, a weight placed on my chest, I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

A few songs in and he began a heavier song, one that we could dance to. He called it 'Kiwi'. Halley and I got up, dancing with Willy and laughing as he screamed into the microphone. I felt free, laughing with my friends and feeling like we were the only ones in the world.

I looked up at the stage after I flipped my hair to see him, Harry, eyes locked in on me. I held his gaze for a moment, blushing when he smiled at me before breaking eye contact. I smiled, turning back to my friends and feeling the music once more.

"Thank you all for a lovely evening." He said when the show was over. Willy gently took me and Halley by the arm.

"We can head back now guys."

The backstage area was small. Not a whole lot of room, but enough for the small indie bands that usually played. Halley and I stood to the side as Willy walked up to Mitch, shaking hands with him.

"These are my friends. This is Summer and Halley." We smiled, shaking Mitch's hand. He introduced us to the rest of the band but the singer, Harry, wasn't there.

"He's in the loo." Sarah said, a kind smile on her face. Halley started a conversation with Adam while I spoke with Sarah and Mitch. They were so sweet and kind.

"Hey, who's your friends?" I felt my stomach churn. Harry walked back in the room, a bottle of water in his hand as he eyed me and Halley.

"Friends of Willy. You've met him before." Harry shook Willy's hand before turning to me.

"I'm Harry." He held out his hand.

"Summer." I said. He smiled.

"I like that. 'S pretty." He held my hand for a moment too long, eyes locked on mine once more. Halley interrupted us.

"Hey, you guys got a place to stay?" Mitch shook his head.

"Nah. We were gonna crash in the car." I looked at Halley with wide eyes. I knew where she was going with this, she seemed so cozy with Adam already.

"No. No. You guys can stay with us. Crash on the couch or the floor. We're cool with it. Right Summer." I blinked, inside I was furious. I hated being put on the spot like that.

"Yeah." I said dryly. "Sure."

"Cool. We'll pack everything up then." Halley grinned.

"It's kinda small but there's room for everybody." Halley said as she opened the door to our apartment. I cringed inwardly. We hadn't even cleaned up, but the band didn't seem to mind. Everyone sat down in the living room while Halley and I went to grab extra blankets.

"You know I hate when you spring shit like this on me." I glared as she handed me a blanket and pillow.

"Oh shut up. Adam's cute and hey, I saw you and Harry having a moment."

"We were not...he was just greeting me." I said flustered. She rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, they're our guests. Be hospitable."

We all sat around for a while, drinking and talking. Slowly everyone began to fall asleep, Harry and I being the only ones left awake.

We talked for what felt like hours. He told me about his parents, their divorce and his mom and step dad. His sister. How he knew he wanted to be a musician from a young age and when he met Mitch it felt like a sign from the universe. I listened intently, enthralled with the man before me.

"Tell me more about England. I've always wanted to go there." I was on my belly, propped up on my elbows while he sat on the couch. We'd been engrossed in our own conversation for so long that we hadn't realized everyone else fell asleep.

"Where I'm from is quite picturesque. It's a beautiful little town. Maybe one day, if you ever go to England you can come by."

"Maybe." I laughed. "If my photography ever takes me there."

"You have to have faith in yourself love. You'll do it." I was glad he couldn't see me blush in the dark. "I'm glad you came to the show." He said after a moment of silence between us.

"Me too." He shifted, laying back on the couch.

"This is probably weird. But I was wondering....would you like a cuddle? I hate sleeping alone." I was taken aback. But he seemed serious, green eyes looking at me curiously. I couldn't say no. How could I?

"Sure." I said, climbing up on the couch. I laid my head on his chest, slotting my body against his, he wrapped his arms around me, lifting his leg slightly to keep me up on the couch. I felt him nuzzle my head, he was smelling my hair.

"I like this...you smell nice." I didn't reply, only smiled, burying my face in his chest as we drifted off to sleep.

[solalunar-eclipse]

Scars You Can’t See - Chapter 3

Chapter Title: Under the Radar

Word count: about 2400 words (sorry it’s short)

(I’ve made one minor word choice change)

Note: I’m renaming brands so that the story flow works better- Chatter is this universe’s version of Twitter.

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Rouge had gone out undercover early in the morning, finding disguises for the team. Shadow hadn’t accompanied her and instead elected to sleep in, feeling ridiculously exhausted after the events of the last two days. He’d slept so well last night, and he refused to let it go now. So he had mumbled a drowsy “okay” as Rouge left, before falling back into bed and passing out for another hour.

He jolted awake to the sound of the door slamming open and a voice calling, “I brought breakfast!”

The smell of baked goods quickly filled the air, pulling Shadow out of bed. He snatched a glazed donut out of the box she’d set on the table, muttering a quick “Thanks, Rouge,” before he ate it in two bites. He wasn’t a heathen who spoke with food in his mouth, after all. Unlike a certain blue hedgehog.

“So, what did you find?” he asked curiously, noticing that she had multiple bags weighing her down. 

“Well...I’m glad you asked. I got us disguises!” she replied, pulling out three cans of paint. “Omega, you’re getting a paint job.”

Omega immediately unplugged himself and shuffled rapidly to the other side of the room. “Negative. That is not an appropriate action.”

Rouge rolled her eyes. “Tails has a schematic saved for you in his lab, complete with a color palette. You’ll be alright.” She held up the cans- dark blue, white, and gold. “They’re not even that bad, see?”

“I suppose….fine. Why is this even necessary?” Omega asked, peeved.

“Well….you won’t be going into stores much- you’re too recognizable- but we should still probably disguise you so people don’t realize who you are at a distance.”

“What will you be doing?” he said sharply.

“I’m glad you asked!” she replied, pulling out a box of red fur dye. “I thought it was about time I looked a little more like you both, so….”

She produced a classic Team Dark outfit- all black and red, combat boots, and some golden punk earrings. 

“Time to be edgy, it seems.” Rouge mused.

“And….what will I do?” Shadow asked nervously.

He didn’t really want to know what was in that bag, but knew he couldn’t look like himself either.

Rouge had another box of dye on the bed now- the same shade as his fur. 

“That’s not going to be helpful…” he said flatly. 

The bat smirked. “It will be on your stripes.”

Shadow grasped one of his quills instinctively. “Don’t you dare!”

“Oh, I do dare.” Rouge replied, advancing on him.

The makeover session began. 

Rouge agreed to start with herself, since Omega was still hidden in a corner and Shadow looked absolutely horrified. She rubbed the dye all over her white fur- at least the parts that could be seen- and put on her clothing once it had set. The whole process took her about two hours, and when it was done, she looked like a completely new person. “And...some grey contacts for a final touch,” she added, putting in the contacts.

Even Shadow would’ve found it difficult to convince someone that the person in front of him was Rouge. He admitted that the disguises were useful, but that didn’t mean he had to like them.

“Alright, Shadow, you next.” she said firmly. “You’ll need some time to let your quills settle, so I’ll work on Omega then.”

They headed into the bathroom, and she put two bottles on the counter next to him. 

“...what does that other one do?”

Rouge sat down and looked at him. “I’ll tell you everything I’m going to do right now, okay? I’m dying your stripes black, and that includes the ones on your arms and legs.”

Shadow sighed reluctantly. “What else?”

“I have some brown contacts here for you, a pair of fake glasses, and some new clothes. I got you some different boots too- don’t worry, I’ll cut the soles out and put them over your skates. You still need to wear those.”

“Good.” the hybrid said shortly.

“Now for the hard part…” She held up the second bottle. “I’m sorry, Shadow, this is going to burn a little. It’s a relaxer. All it means is that your quills won’t stick up at the back anymore.”

“Forever?!” Shadow gasped, baring his teeth in an unconscious snarl.

Rouge shook her head quickly. “No! No, once we’re all done with this, you can trim your quills and they’ll slowly start to get back to normal.”

He shook his head. “Is all this really necessary?”

“Shadow, we don’t know how long it’s going to take for G.U.N. to react once we’ve got the videos. It could be weeks, even months before the process starts. We need to be safe.”

Shadow winced. “Fine.”

Once Rouge had put in the different chemicals, she had him sit down and relax while she painted Omega. It burned, though, so he mostly spent his time trying very hard not to touch his quills.

Setting up an old piece of cloth she’d bought at a secondhand store, she began to paint over Omega’s logo with dark blue. Red gave way to gold, and yellow was replaced by white. She painted a small golden theta symbol on his front strip of metal, finalizing his new name. 

Shadow got up after she’d finished and washed the products out of his quills, refusing to look in the mirror until he was done. Cringing as he shut the water off, he glanced up.

Oh, chaos.

He looked like Sonic.

His quills hung down his back, their signature red stripes completely gone. Shadow stared at his reflection weakly, shocked by the difference a couple of chemicals could make. Though he supposed he shouldn’t be- Professor Gerald had taught him a lot when he was younger, and he still remembered some of it. Thankfully.

He took the rest of his disguise into the bathroom, refusing to look at Rouge. With his new clothing on, his glasses, and some eyeliner to cover his red eye markings, he looked like a completely different person. 

Shadow hadn’t put in the contacts yet, and he looked into his own eyes sadly. It was such a silly thing to be upset about, and yet….

Rouge came in, looking worried. “It’s only for a little while, Shadow.” she reminded him. “Soon, you’ll be back to looking like yourself again. I promise.”

He put the contacts in and looked at the stranger in the mirror. Shadow grimaced. “I look like an idiot- here, let me see that hair tie.”

Pulling his straightened quills back into a ponytail, he looked at his reflection again. He narrowed his eyes. Tested out a smirk. Pulled up his hood. “It’s….a little like trying new clothes on, I suppose.” he remarked. “I can handle it, for now.” 

Shadow turned to walk out the door. “Let’s see how long Omega can stand still and watch his paint dry before he tries to launch a missile at the window.” 

Rouge laughed loudly. “Haha! I bet he’ll do two.”

…

The team decided to test out their new identities in the afternoon and see if anyone would recognize them. Omega was still going to stay in the car- sulking, since he wanted to see inside the strip mall they’d stopped at- while Rouge and Shadow shopped around a little. 

Nobody seemed to realize who they were at all. The two of them walked into a convenience store and grabbed some food, wandering through the aisles, but nobody said “Hey, look, isn’t that Rouge?” or “That looks like Shadow the Hedgehog!” or anything like that.

If anything, it was pretty interesting to see how normal, non-heroes went about their daily lives. As well as how much special treatment they’d been afforded before.

The cashiers, instead of looking interested, mostly seemed bored or tired. No one in the stores seemed to give them a second glance- except for suspicious looks at the sight of two teenagers hanging around for a long time. Rouge in particular got some looks that seemed to say don’t you dare try anything here. Shadow felt a little defensive, but was convinced (by Rouge) not to snap at the people making assumptions about them.

Rouge was lingering in the makeup aisle while Shadow stood around, making his way down from the adrenaline high of the last couple days. The hoodie he wore felt heavy on his body, and he blinked tiredly- the store’s overly powerful heating system gave him a warm, lazy feeling. Shadow stifled a yawn, smirking at some of the snarkier greeting cards on the shelves.

“We should probably go- that woman keeps glaring at me.” he muttered as Rouge came over to him, feeling a little annoyed.

“Sounds good to me, but could you help me decide on a lipstick color?” she said quietly. “I keep on thinking my fur is white still, and red won’t work on red.”

Shadow frowned critically, looking her outfit up and down. Tapping the golden shimmery one, he said, “You’re not wearing a lot of that. It’ll work with your color scheme.”

He’d discovered color coordination and planning outfits early on with Rouge as a friend. Shadow had never needed to worry about such things on the ARK, but here he knew more than he’d ever expected to learn about the color wheel, matching clothing, and accents...among other things.

They looked in a couple of the other stores, mainly clothing shops, but Rouge let Shadow spend a while in a little bookstore as well. He looked at one book in particular: one on a human who’d leaked an incredible amount of inside information to the press about the government and some of its agencies. 

He frowned, reading about how the man had to flee the country as a result of his actions- even though he’d done the right thing. The hybrid didn’t like the idea of having to live the rest of his life in hiding…..but he supposed it was better than the alternative…...

Rouge took the book out of his hands suddenly, prompting a quick growl from him. “I was reading that, you know.”

“No, you weren’t. You were staring off into space and looking depressed again.” the bat retorted. “And as your friend, I refuse to let that happen.”

Shadow sighed. “Fine. Is there any place else to go, or are we heading back to the motel?”

“Well….I did have one more place in mind, but it’s a ways away.” Rouge said. “You up for a drive?”

…

An hour and a half later, they were at a library in a moderately sized city. Rouge and Shadow had gone inside, and together they sat down at a computer. 

“Let’s check the news….” Shadow said, his voice monotone. He typed in team dark gun and bit his lip, the only motion betraying his thoughts.

G.U.N. Declares Team Dark Fugitives

Shadow the Hedgehog: Antihero or Anti-government?

Former Heroes Flee As G.U.N. Accuse Sabotage

Rouge bared her fangs. “While the publicity should be helpful later, it looks like our former employer doesn’t exactly value honesty.” she hissed. “Ignore these reporters. They know nothing.”

Shadow felt a little nervous- his friend looked positively deadly. “Let’s see what’s going on in Chatter.” he replied.

Most people were condemning the team or denying any ties to them- which was to be expected. However, there was one particularly high-profile post made by….of course. 

@sanicthehedgehog.

just saying i don’t believe any of this. team dark are good people!! they’d never do smth like this without a reason. i know that!

It appeared that Tails and Knuckles had publicly defended Sonic as well, but mainly after the haters started pouring in. Shadow wasn’t sure whether this was a tactic or not, but he felt so much better knowing that he, Rouge and Omega weren’t alone. 

Shadow tapped his earpiece. “Omega, we’re on Chatter and I know you haven’t had a chance to say anything much yet. Do you want to dictate a post and I’ll write it? I won’t change anything, I promise.”

He told Omega about the current news situation, and the robot had some very strong words for the public, specifically on a subthread of Sonic’s post where Tails had replied to some angry statements.

@milestailsprower: I agree with Sonic! I’m good friends with all of them, and they would’ve thought something like this through before doing it. 

Omega wanted to respond to his friend on Team Sonic, so Shadow logged in as him and typed what he heard.

@e123Ω: THANK YOU, TAILS. YOU ARE CORRECT. WE HAVE THOUGHT THIS THROUGH, AND HAVE GOOD REASONS FOR DOING IT. EXPECT MORE INFORMATION IN A FEW DAYS.

Shadow hit post- interestingly enough, he hadn’t even been able to type in anything other than all caps. It seemed that having a genius as your close friend had some interesting benefits.

Immediately, the two fled the library and rushed back to their motel, not waiting to see what the response was. It was only once they were safely inside their room, with the door locked, that Shadow began to relax.

“Alright, now that we’ve had that little adventure, let’s just try and have a calm evening.” Rouge said, after a moment.

The group played lots of board games- Omega had an excellent holographic projector built in from Tails’s experiments- and tried their best to remain relaxed and have some….not necessarily fun, but decent time before their next major move.

This (occasionally agonizing) wait continued for the next two days, and they only ventured into a different library once after that, just to see the response to Omega’s post.

Chatter had exploded.

There were theory threads stretching for hundreds of posts, angry responses on both sides, agitators, a formal G.U.N. rejection of the post, and much more.

But the only one that mattered was Tails’s response. 

I’m glad you’re okay, Omega. I miss working in the lab with you.

Omega was very quiet after that, but pleased that none of Team Sonic had let on that they knew the real reason behind their disappearance. After another painful afternoon of waiting, they all looked at each other and knew without saying anything what it meant.

It was time to invade G.U.N.’s facility.

[miwromantics]

Tattooing Ryan (part 2 soon)

It was a hot summer day in Seattle, but you didn’t mind the heat at all. It was just another day to you, as a tattooer in a popular shop in downtown Seattle, every day was pretty much the same other than working on different pieces. But today was going to be exciting for you. You had an appointment with this guy, Ryan, who was a guitar player in a metal band. Even though your appearance may lead on that you love metal music, you actually weren’t into it. But nonetheless, you were pumped to meet Ryan. His band, Motionless In White, was on tour for the summer and was coming through Seattle for a few days. He had sent you a DM on Instagram a few weeks prior asking if you could squeeze an appointment in and you agreed to it. And a few days after that began the small talk and slightly flirtatious comments. But as a woman tattooer, you were used to people flirting with you and didn’t read much into it. But as it got closer to the appointment, you were getting nervously excited to meet him.

You got ready to head to the shop, throwing on a classic ‘you’ outfit to show off your tattooed body: black ripped high shorts, a white crop top, and your high top Vans. With your blonde hair falling down to your waist, you popped on some eyeliner and red lipstick and stared yourself in the mirror. You smiled and thought to yourself how you normally don’t care about how your appearance, but you wanted to make a good first impression for Ryan.

You grabbed your car keys and headed out of your apartment. As you started driving, your phone vibrates: an Instagram notification from Ryan.

“Hey gorg, still good for our appointment today?” it read.

You smiled and bit your lip. “See ya soon!” you replied.

You thought about flirting back, but opted to keep it chill.

As you pulled up to your favorite coffee shop that was on the way to work, you felt your phone vibrate again. It was another Instagram notification and your face lit up. As you unlocked your phone, you saw it wasn’t from Ryan, but just another inquiry about getting tattooed by you. Slightly bummed, you put your phone away and grabbed your coffee.

You and a few other tattooers arrived at the shop just in time for opening. A few people were already waiting for their appointments, so you helped them with paperwork while their artists set up their stations. You sipped your coffee and waited for Ryan to show up. As you sat behind the desk with your feet propped up on the ledge, you took the time to reply back to emails and DMs. You heard the doors open, making you sit up quickly, to see Ryan walk in the doors. He had dark sunglasses on, his hair was slicked back, and wore all black.

“Well look who it is,” you said, standing up from behind the desk and walking over to him.

He smiled and took his sunglasses off.

“Y/N! It’s good to finally meet you,” he said as he wrapped you in a hug.

You chuckled and took a breath in, you couldn’t help but notice how good he smelled.

“How’s everything been? How’s the tour going?” you asked as you both pulled away from the hug.

“It’s been going really well! We’ve got a few more shows left, but it feels like we just got it started,” he said with a huge smile on his face, “I’m glad we have a day off today and a show tomorrow.”

“Hell yeah, that’s awesome! Where are you playing tomorrow?” you asked.

“It’s at The Showbox!” he answered. “But hey, if you do a good job with this tattoo, I can get you on guest list,” he winked at you.

You laugh and playfully rolled your eyes.

“Well let’s get this started, shall we?” you said as you motioned to the back of the shop.

He followed behind you as you lead the way to your room. The sound of other tattoo machines were buzzing in the air. When you got to your room, you patted on the chair for him to sit.

“Okay so what are we doing today? You didn’t mention anything specific when you hit me up,” you asked.

He sat on the chair and laced his fingers together.

“Well, I was thinking that you could surprise me. Do whatever kind of piece you want,” he said with a smile, “but keep it black and gray!”

“Ooo anything I want, huh?” you said with a sly smile. You could feel your cheeks start to blush.

“Alright, not anything! I don’t want to walk out of here with a huge penis tattoo,” he laughed.

You laugh and shook your head. You reached for your notepad and began sketching. You could feel him watching you. The room was silent as you drew. After about 10 minutes, you flipped your notepad around to show Ryan what you worked up. You held the notepad to your face and let your eyes over the top. You drew a traditional style bat head, with its flesh peeling away.

“That’s fucking sick, Y/N! I can’t believe you drew that so quickly!” Ryan said, a bit shocked.

You flipped the notepad around and looked at it again.

“Thanks Ryan! Alright, let me go make the stencil, I’ll be right back.”

As you walked out of the room, you couldn’t help yourself by looking at him one more time. He caught your glance and smiled at you. It only took a few minutes to make the stencil and when you walked back to your room, Ryan was standing in the doorway.

“This is a cool shop, I can’t believe I haven’t been here before.”

“Your loss!” you joked. “Alright, so where do you want this little bat guy?”

He chuckled. You were enjoying flirting with him.

“I’m thinking this would look good on my knee cap,” he said.

“Whoa, we got a tough guy in today. You sure?” you asked.

“Hey I’m tough! Let’s do it!” he joked back at you.

“Listen Ryan, just so you know, I don’t allow crying in here. No matter how bad the pain I’m inflicting is,” you said as you winked at him.

He let out a sigh as a smirk formed on his face.

You grabbed the stencil and got down on your knees in front of him. With a steady hand, you placed the stencil on his knee. Peeling it off, you leaned back and looked at it. You looked up at him, only to see him already staring at you.

“First try! Take a look at it,” you said as you stood up.

He bit his lip, trying to hide a smile that was too obvious to hide. He walked over to the full-length mirror and checked out the stencil.

“Looks badass, Y/N. Let’s get this started,” he said.

You motioned to the chair, and pulled up your station. He sat down and watched you pour the ink into little cups. You dipped the needle in the black ink and hit the footswitch, causing it to buzz.

“You ready?” you asked.

He shook his head.

You started off with a few small lines so he could feel how the next few hours were going to be. You could see his body tense up a little bit, followed by a small sigh.

“You good Ryan?” you asked.

“Yeah, you weren’t kidding about the pain. Knee caps are rough,” he answered you.

“Well let’s talk about something else,” you suggested, “just let me know if you need to take a break.

Ryan leaned back into the chair with his arms draped over his head. You could see him taking in deep breaths. To take his mind off the pain, you guys began talking about easy things like the weather in Seattle, and cool things to do in the city. The conversation slowly brought up more deep topics like touring and hobbies. And even though you had only officially met him an hour ago, you felt like you’ve know him for years. One hour into the tattoo, the outline was finally done. You wiped away the ink with a wet paper towel. Ryan leaned forward to check it out.

“That’s killer, Y/N. You’re very talented,” he said as he stared at the tattoo.

“Oh just wait till it’s finished,” you said as you looked at him.

He locked eyes with you, and brushed your hair back behind your ear. Instantly, you could feel your cheeks get warm.

“Lean back, Ryan, still got more to do,” you said as you tried to hide your blushing face.

He chuckled and leaned back into the chair.

As you began shading the bat, he started breathing heavier. The buzzing of the machine helped mask the sounds of his exhales, but they kept getting deeper. And even though you knew he was in pain, you couldn’t help but think about how attractive he was.

“Hey can I ask you a question?” he mumbled in between breaths.

“Yeah go for it,” you answered.

“Have you heard of my band before? Did you know who I was when I first messaged you?”

You stopped the machine and looked at him. He picked his head up and looked back at you.

“First of all, Ryan, that’s two questions,” you said with a smile. You started your machine again. “I actually don’t know your band, I’m not really into heavy music. So with that, I didn’t know that you were some famous rock star,” you joked.

You looked back at him, to find him staring at the ceiling with a smile on his face.

“Sorry if that wasn’t what you wanted to hear,” you said after a few moments of silence.

“Quite the opposite actually,” he said quickly, “it’s nice meeting someone who has no idea who you are.”

You stopped your tattoo machine to wipe away the ink. You stayed quiet after he said that; you were a little taken back. This was the most forward thing he said to you yet and it made you question his seriousness of all the flirting. You looked back at him and he was looking right your way.

“I know I’ve only known you for a few weeks now, and have only met you a few hours ago but I really like you, Y/N,” he paused; “wow, I sound crazy right now..” he trailed off.

“I think it’s all done, wanna check it out?” you tried to change the subject.

“I’m sorry if I freaked you out, I’m normally not this forward,” he pressed on.

You pushed your chair back and stood up.

“I really like you too Ryan. I’ve never flirted with clients before, but I couldn’t resist. There’s just something about you that..” you said as you locked eyes with him.

He stood up from the chair to take a step towards you, but since his knee was quite swollen from getting tattooed for three hours, he nearly stumbled into your arms.

“Jesus!” you said as you try to catch him.

He laughed uncontrollably and you were quick to join in.

“Holy shit I totally forgot how much pain I’m in,” he laughed as he caught himself.

You grabbed his shoulder and he looked at you, still having a huge smile on his face from slight embarrassment. All you could think about at that moment was kissing him.

He hobbled over to the mirror to look at the new tattoo you just gave him.

“Y/N this is insane!” he gasped. You stood behind him, watching him check out his art with a smile on your face.

He turned around and reached his arms out for a hug. You threw your arms over his shoulders while his arms wrapped around your waist. As you pulled away from him, he paused by your face and you quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek. You held his face with one hand and put your mouth by his ear.  

“Oh c’mon Ryan, you really think I’m gonna kiss you on the first date?” you whispered before biting his ear lobe lightly.

His hands gripped your waist and it made you giggle.

You walked over to your station and started cutting pieces of clear wrapping to cover his tattoo. He hobbled back to the chair and waited for you to clean and wrap it.

“So, are you busy tomorrow? Would you actually want to come to the show?” Ryan asked while you finished up.

“Yeah I’ll come check it out,” you said.

He smiled and shook his head.

“Well contrary to popular belief, Mr. Sitkowski, you are not my only client today,” you joked.

“Oh I get it, you’re gonna tease me and then kick me out. I see the games you’re playing!” he joked back.

He stood up and started to walk out of the room, you followed shortly behind him. As you both got to the front of the shop, you saw your next client sitting on one of the couches. You gave them a small wave and Ryan turned around to look at you. You reached out and wrapped your arms around him one last time. You loved how his arms felt around your waist.

“Thanks again for the dope tattoo,” he said as he kissed the top of your head, “see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

He put his sunglasses on, smiled at you and walked out the door. And at that moment you realized that this was the first time you couldn’t wait to go to a metal show.

[bronzeflower]

Stacy’s Backstory

I made a second builder, so I made a fic about her backstory

This is also on ao3

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The mail had come in. It was a horrible slog of bills and advertisements and letters from her husband’s friends when Stacy found a letter meant for her from someone she hadn’t heard from in a long, long time.

Pa was giving her his old workshop. Away from Barnarock, away from her husband, away from everything.

Stacy wanted to be angry. She felt like she should, like it was what she was supposed to be feeling, but, instead, she felt relief.

She glanced at the clock. 11:00. Perfect.

Stacy tucked Pa’s letter into her pocket and left the house to go to her best friend and sole confidant’s house.

Stacy reached the house and knocked. Footsteps were heard, and she was greeted by Starlet.

“Janice!” Starlet greeted. “Come in, come in!”

Stacy stepped in, and, when Starlet closed the door, Stacy spoke.

“Is your husband home?”

“No, he’s not here,” Starlet answered, locking the door.

“Remember how we discussed me leaving my husband whenever I got the chance?” Stacy waited for Starlet to nod before reaching into her pocket and pulling out the letter. “It looks like I’ve got my chance.”

Starlet stared at the letter in wonder and continued staring at it once she got the chance to read it.

“I’m going to leave Barnarock to go to Portia,” Stacy announced, and Starlet nodded.

“Thank you for telling me. I won’t tell anyone,” Starlet reassured. “But, I’m still worried about what might happen in the future. What if your husband finds you?”

Stacy was gripped by the very real fear about how that could absolutely happen, but she swallowed and steeled herself.

“I’ll rebrand myself. Dress differently. Do something with my hair. Change my name. Anything so that, if he does manage to find me, he wouldn’t even be able to recognize me.”

“Okay.” Starlet gestured for Stacy to follow her, and, when they reached the bathroom, Starlet handed Stacy a knife.

Stacy stared at it as Starlet explained.

“I don’t know where any of my scissors are, and this seems like a time-sensitive thing, so here.”

Stacy looked at the mirror. She stared at her long brown hair that was said to be beautiful, that her husband constantly complimented and waxed poetry about how much he loved it. She had never cut it. It reached below her waist.

She held her hair in a ponytail with one hand and cut through it almost violently, fear and relief seizing her both at once as the weight on her head transferred to a weight in her palms.

Stacy glanced at the hair, then Starlet, then the mirror. The area where she cut was jagged and messy, and it curled slightly at the ends.

“Let’s dye it,” Stacy announced, suddenly struck by a need to be completely unrecognizable.

“I’ll get dye,” Starlet ran out, and Stacy got started on bleaching her hair.

Starlet came back quickly, the color she chose being a hot pink, and Stacy honestly couldn’t think of a better color to mark her transformation.

They dyed the hair, keeping a close eye on the clock. Starlet frantically searched her wardrobe to offer Stacy something outside what she usually wore, but all that she found was a ratty t-shirt and some jeans, which Stacy gratefully took nonetheless.

“Wuwa leaves late tonight,” Starlet mentioned. “You should leave soon. Take this.”

Starlet shoved a bag of money towards Stacy, which Stacy accepted.

“Thank you.”

“Stay safe, Janice.”

“Call me Stacy,” Stacy did her best to smile. “New me, new name.”

“Alright, Stacy. Go out the back door. Make sure no one sees you.”

Stacy did as such. She made a stop to a store and bought some makeup, applying it in the bathroom before she left.

Light orange eyeshadow, pink eyeliner, mascara, heavy blush, and a dark purplish-red lipstick. It was different, especially because she hadn’t worn makeup practically at all until this moment, which meant it was perfect.

As Stacy made her way to the dock, she made a small detour to a pawn shop.

“What will you give me for this ring?” Stacy asked, showing her sapphire wedding ring.

Stacy didn’t really hear what she was given - she just accepted and left, going into the tattoo parlor next door.

“I want to pierce my ears. Could you do that for me real quick?” Stacy questioned, and the people at the front accepted. She picked out a pair of earrings - black studs - and paid for them and the piercing.

It was quick, which was good because she didn’t have much more time to waste about making herself completely unrecognizable.

She practically ran towards the dock. Wuwa was starting to set sail when she shouted.

“You’re going to Portia, right?”

“Yeah, why’re you asking?”

“Got room for one more?” Stacy asked, and Wuwa accepted.

As the ship set sail, Stacy found her frantic heartbeat relaxing. She was leaving. Finally, she was leaving.

Stacy didn’t have all that much money left due to her purchases, but she didn’t regret them at all.

“What are you going to Portia for?” Wuwa asked.

“Gonna be a builder. My Pa left me his workshop,” Stacy answered.

“It’ll be nice to have a new builder in town.”

The conversation ended there, and Stacy was offered a room to sleep in. It was restless, so she woke early.

They arrived soon, and Stacy made her way over into the town. The Commerce Guild seemed like a good place to start her investigations.

“I haven’t seen you around here before,” A man with pink hair greeted when Stacy opened the door.

“I’m Stacy. My Pa left me his old workshop.”

“I’m Antoine. You’ll want to talk to Presley over there,” Antoine pointed towards an older man in a suit.

Presley looked up and smiled.

“Janice, I presume?”

“I go by Stacy nowadays, but yeah.”

After that, Stacy finished the builder’s tests and got her building license.

As she stood in front of her workshop, she allowed herself to relax. Hopefully, it would all be okay.

[kyotakumrau]

2019.06.27 sukekiyo x DRESSEDUNDRESSED at Nakano SUNPLAZA -setlist and report-

無限の歪な可能性  Endless distorted possibilities ただ漏れる卑猥な愛の形　A form of indecent love that simply leaks out

-video-

01 偶像モラトリアム

02 猥雑

03 沙羅螺

04 アナタヨリウエ

05 純朴、無垢であろうが

06 kisses

07 elisabeth addict

08 aftermath

-video-

09 白濁

10 dorothy

11 君は剥き出し

12 本能お断り

-instrumental session-

13 濡羽色

14 anima

-session-

15 ただ、まだ、私。

16 憂染

17 漂白フレーバー

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This was different. Even being told so, I don’t think anyone expected this kind of performance. Old sukekiyo intertwined with new sukekiyo, new ideas and new collaboration.

As announced on twitter upon entry we received a leaflet and a small sealed programme.

After arriving at my seat (but actually already going through the door to the audience area) I could see that there was a new concept - the curtain was down but in front of it there was a table covered with a long white cloth. There were five plates and wine glasses, utensils, 3 lit candles on each side. There was something red and shiny on the plate in the middle - apple? small glass ball? One chair stood’ behind the table.

I was planning to watch the show without seeing the programme, but because of the table I broke and had a look. The programme introduced the collaboration with DRESSEDUNDRESSED and asked us to fully experience the result.

BGM kept the atmosphere of the tour with Dead Can Dance.

Also, there were quite a few cameras, but I don’t know if it was enough for a fully fledged release.

Then the theater buzzer sounded for the second time and lights went off.

They started with wind chime sound, it was very dark but I noticed two silhouettes walking from the sides of the stage towards the middle, one person from each side. They wore black suits and had their whole heads wrapped in white cloth, so we couldn’t see their faces, anything. They also had white cloth hanging from the front pocket of the jacket.

With piano melody the front screen started to show the performance credits, the video was kept black&white with an addition of one red geometric element per frame, it included the images of a ballerina on a wooden floor.

In the credits video all band members were sitting behind the table, looking dispassionately ahead. But on the stage two clothed people reached the table and one of them sat down, while the other stood behind. The standing person bent and put their hands on the head of the seated person, tenderly. The seated person took the red ‘apple’ and held it, caressing it. They both wore black leather gloves. They stayed like that, glued to each other head to head, like some kind of weird embrace, so soft.

When finished the clothed people just stood up and slowly walked off the stage, in the separate directions. Theater staff wearing black suits and black cloth wrapped over their heads removed the table carrying it to the left side.

With the use of the screen in the front and darker stage the old feel of sukekiyo’s hall performance was back. And more than ever it brought with it the feeling of separation between the audience and the stage. It felt a bit unreal - you knew there were the real musicians behind the screen but it felt like a movie. It was so well done.

And as always when watching sukekiyo’s seated performance I felt so much adoration and respect towards Mika - the videos he prepares are always absolutely breathtaking and today was not an exception. The way they enhance the feelings, the amount of details, the timing. Everything was really perfect.

In silence the first guitar notes from utA resounded in the venue. Guuzou moratorium had a video with various images of Jesus Christ, including the crucified Christ and the thorn crown. Japanese lyrics were composed into the images. Kyo sang using the microphone on his stand, which means standing with his back to the audience. But the video also included him singing - was it live or made beforehand??? I’m guessing beforehand but the make up and outfits were exactly the same as they wore at the venue.

(my further guess is that they prepared the videos during the break between Fukuoka and Sendai - YUCHI’s new hairstyle is a good timestamp! ;))

Stage presented had a front screen, a back screen and of course stage itself. Again bow towards Mika for creating an incredible effect merging those dimensions together.

All band members were wearing black suits today. They had different shirts etc, but all of them had jackets. Kyo’s had a very specific details - a huge sparkly letters (diamondy/glittery) CHA NEL on the front of his jacket, and a long black scarf attached to the left side, the scarf was hanging flowing together with his pants leg.

For THE WAIZATSU (which started with the huge title on the screen, was it neon pink? And there was so much light!) the front screen went down and Kyo sang holding the microphone in his hand, facing the audience. He wore very dark red lipstick and heavy eyeliner, he smudged the lipstick while dancing during Waizatsu (on purpose and then he matched the Kyo from the video). Kyo again danced with YUCHI who came to the center, intense!

Sharara - during the phrase 心書き綴り 私は存在する Kyo makes a person shape with his hands, a curvy shape? The guitar solo by Takumi is awesome, if you like it on the CD you will die when you hear it live!

Anata yori ue had a video with glittery lips, the lyrics were flowing from the right side to be then ‘sucked’ in by those mouth.

The piano intro in Junboku is heavenly. I also love the video, it started with water and rain images in the beginning to change into fiery red when the song escalates to return to cooler, water-themed imaginary.

Kyo danced and sang, YUCHI was jumping and headbanging a lot. utA made his signature moves, 'stomping’ and leaning his head back when moving arms. Takumi kept switching between keyboards.

The show was getting more and more heated, to be honest I had a good way to cheat the staying still but not really - I placed my bag on my lap so I could keep my hands behind it and tap (silently!) to the rhythm. I’m sorry, I just can’t do it otherwise 🙃

During kisses Kyo sent kiss with his hand twice, at the time of singing 'kiss’ and at the end of the song.

The drum and guitar to introduce elisabeth, oh it was wonderful to hear them! 😭 utA played on violyre with his guitar resting on his back. YUCHI moved closer to the centre and played his upright bass, Takumi sat to play on the acoustic guitar. Kyo was standing in the middle, singing using his mic stand.

And then aftermath!! So many feels😭❤

The stage went dark and I could (barely) see that the members left the stage. But a soft piano melody and a video started on the front screen. We could see all members sitting at the table with candles and plates, just like the table that was on the stage before (from left Mika, utA, Kyo, Takumi and YUCHI). They were in a darker room, it had film noir atmosphere, especially that the video was black and white. There were side tables with more candles, plates with food.

Then the two people from the start of the show came into the room and stood in front of the table. The scene kept changing, as the people came close to each other and they started to touch each other tenderly, suddenly in the next shot all sukekiyo members had black fabric bags over their heads, next shot they were gone (this repeated one or two more times). The people started unwrapping the white clothes from their heads, but they only removed some layers. We could now see the outline of their jaw, lips. Band members continued to just sit there, detached. The two people started to undress each other.

One person was more delicate build, while the one on the right was taller. Under their business shirts they wore simple white t-shirts, but they had black roses (?) on them, they matched, the taller person’s image flickered and for a moment his roses changed to white. They took those t-shirts off as well. Finally they were in their underwear, socks and black shoes, black leather gloves and the remaining white cloth over their heads. They were truly faceless and could seek other roles than the ones decided by their clothes.

Suddenly the taller person was holding a piece of cloth that turned out to be a very simple white bralette. The more slender person put the bralette on. They embraced and kissed.

The scene finished with the shot of an old fashioned lamp with a shade, then last focus on a pictureless frame on the wall.

As the video ended Hakudaku started. 顔のラインを変えて 少しばかりはアノ子に似せられた？ こんな私で御免 汚れて行く価値観

Next was Dorothy… it actually had a disco ball. But only on the video, not the real one!😂 But the atmosphere is set, the rules of the game changed, the world of pleasure inviting.

Kimi wa mukidashi started with the intensity of the red screen, red light continued while the screen in the back showed various scenes. One of them was a couple kissing, they were painted with fluorescent paints in all colours. Then the 'rain’ mid song had lights changed to cool blue only to return to red as the music gets more intense. The 'good day’ appeared on the back screen as Kyo was singing. Scathing.

Dancing continued in Honnou okotowari. YUCHI was doing all the shouts. This song had red effects on the screen that looked like lighting or fire, swirling and moving.

The silence followed as sukekiyo members moved to prepare for a session. Kyo picked a new addition to his equipment - he used a mouth controlled synthesizer.

When I was trying to google the name my first search was 'instruments used in horror movies’… it wasn’t on any list but after hearing their session I think it should be added there!

Takumi was on piano, YUCHI on bass, utA on guitar and Mika played middle tempo. The melody was very jazzy but the addition of the sounds from synthesizer made it eerie, unsettling.

The video screened during the session showed a broken room, bare walls with paint and even plaster coming off, some bricks visible. There were two tall windows, set of two sofas, empty. Everything was black and white.

The clock ticking like sound started Nurebairo, the stage was mostly dark, the main source of light was Kyo’s mic stand shining cold pink on him. Kyo slowly unbuttoned half of his shirt to show his chest, his heart.

And anima… melody pulls you in but the singing breaks you.

Takumi played the last piano notes Kyo cried それでも私 側にいていいですか？ and they continued, piano and crying.

I can’t hope anymore, my love doesn’t change, my heart broken who can I live for? I want to be loved, I want to enter your heart So scary, I cry, in pain, alone I want to live

Then came the acceptance and control of oneself. Tada, mada, watashi has such strong message.

During Uso the front screen became a wet window from rain we looked through. The back screen had various scenes, from a woman walking in the poppy field, cherry trees, river, sea waves caressing the sand; a lot of nature scenes. Band members were bathed in a warm light. It was such a soothing scene, serene. A goodbye.

As Hyouhaku flavour started the front screen went up and the band just kept playing, Kyo singing, playing theremin and dancing as in a trance. Then suddenly theater staff brought the table back, this time accompanied by 5 chairs. Kyo kept dancing.

Instead of walking off the stage as was done before, sukekiyo members one by one took a sit behind the table, YUCHI after putting his bass on the floor, utA left his guitar, Kyo turned and took a step to sit down, last Mika and finally Takumi stood and walked towards the table in silence. Kyo picked up a silver spoon and started playing with it, holding it up, it was catching light.

The wind blowing sound and soft piano melody started again (very slow arrangement of tada, mada, watashi melody). On the back screen ending credits started to play, tour name, dates with venues, band members and all the staff.

At the same time the two people came back as well, mostly undressed as in the end of the video, again from the opposite sides of the stage. They came to the table, the slender person wearing bralette sat first, moving with grace he placed his legs, in socks and black business shoes one by one on the table. The other man soon joined, sitting across from him, their position mirrored.

They again embraced, started kissing and tenderly touching each other. Caressing each other faces, even though still covered by cloth, arms and legs. They kept going lower, until they were lying down, holding each other legs, kissing them. sukekiyo members just sat through this behind the table.

But then, in the end Kyo stood up and took one of wine glasses. He slowly started to spill the content over the people on the table. It was red, looked quite sticky. He took one more wine glass and repeated it, creating splashes of red on their bodies.

The back screen showed FIN then curtain went down and usual piano ending started. Audience gave a fierce applause.

It was truly unforgettable.

[foreverbeingthunderbuddy]

Just Say It [one-shot]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Prompt: “Not to be dramatic, but I am going to die if we don’t do something … like now.”

Summary: Tony throws a Halloween party – the first ever for the reader. What to wear when you want to impress your superhero crush, Steve, but also want to hold on to your dignity? light, fluff, and one or two cuss words ;)

A/N: This is my piece for @starksparker’s 10k Writing Challenge! I’m so so sorry this is coming so late ://  Prompt is in bold. Also first time I wrote for Steve so please don’t kill me :) Word count around 5,5k. Gif by @drunkromanogers .

Masterlist

Until you moved to New York, Halloween was never really a big thing for you.

Your little group of friends in your hometown never bothered throwing an actual party or attending one, it was always more like a coming-together while wearing cat ears and eat chips in candlelight kind of thing. Of course a scary movie would play on TV and you’d spend your night screaming at too many badly done jumpscares while your friends would laugh and talk about how badly done these jumpscares were.

You like to think you never went to a party dressed like a slutty bunny because you are better than that, but behind that carefully built wall of denial you know it’s because you never got invited.

So? There are worse things in life.

For instance, being invited by your boss Tony fucking Stark to come to his probably way-over-the-top Halloween party with no Halloween party-experience on your side whatsoever. Do people still go slutty these days or are scary costumes actually in now? Should you come alone or bring someone? Besides, for a party of that scale, do people even put on costumes or is that just an excuse to have another sinful fête (how May, your supervisor, always calls it) and everyone wears the usual glamour and glitz-attire?

Google doesn’t seem to be able to give a clear answer.

Another question. Assuming people actually go scary nowadays, what could you wear that would both showcase your funny, spontaneous side by committing to a creative, spooky outfit, and your sexy, I’m-single-too-must-be-destiny side by, well, wearing something sexy? 

Even though sexy isn’t usually the style you feel most comfortable in, a party is a party and a party whose guest will be Steve “strongest BDE” Rogers calls for special actions.

“Before I forget, have you finally figured out your costume for the party next week?” Roxie asks and takes a sip from the cup filled with hot chocolate in her hands. Her dark eyes roam over your face curiously, eager not to miss the smallest hint of emotion. Roxie knows about your crush on Steve.

“Nope. Last night I had a drink, or four, and I thought it’d be super funny if I showed up as Captain America. With a shield and angry eyes and everything. But then I thought, maybe that’s weird to dress up as … Steve basically to impress said Steve.” Your last words hang in the air like a question and you see Roxie raise her eyebrows.

“Odd mating call, I have to admit,” She says and breaks into a grin but collects herself when you threateningly lift your index finger. “But of course, I, too, think that’d be a great idea. Or you don’t dress up as an Avenger when going to a party hosted by the Avengers. Just a suggestion.”

You sigh and look down into your own cup on the table in front of you. You’re sitting in your little kitchen, both gulping down hot chocolate like it’s water and listening to old songs playing on the radio.

She came straight from the hair salon to show off her now super short hair à la Danai Jekesai Gurira and you spent the last fifteen minutes admiring every single inch of it. And then you spent another ten minutes praising the white eyeliner she’s wearing that builds the perfect contrast to her dark skin and got all the details about the collection that “Never gonna buy anywhere else, Y/N, I’m serious”-eyeliner comes from.

“What if- I mean, we know Steve lived in the 40s right, so what if you went all retro and dressed up as someone from the fourties or fifties? That’s trendy nowadays and you like old stuff, right?” Roxie asks and you don’t miss the teasing sparkle in her eyes.

“You like old stuff?” was the exact question she asked the moment you told her you fell for Steve Rogers. She didn’t intend to be mean, she just wanted to provoke you out of your Finally-we-have-world-peace, trance-like state that you were in during the first weeks of having a thing, a huge thing, for him.

“Isn’t he like a hundred years old?”

“Um, no, I mean, uh- no. He didn’t age, Roxie, not his fault he was frozen.”

“….. Imagine the diseases he could have. I’m sure a hundred years ago diseases were different. I don’t think our modern bodies are made for 40s’ STDs. You could die.”

“Um, I don’t think our bodies are made for any kind of STD but that’s not the point.”

She has admitted she finds him kinda hot, too, but she’s too proud to go any further than that. Sometimes you wish you could read her mind. Or more accurately, all the time.

“Yes, I like old stuff. Old music and clothes, everyone does. It’s called vintage,” You say and try to distract her before she gets the chance to start philosophizing about Steve’s STDs again.

Alleged STDs. She has no proof he actually has them and you’re definitely not going to tell her that he probably was a virgin until he woke up in the modern day. Again, no proof, but people talk and people speculate, especially people who work for Stark in the Tower or Upstate Facility and who regularly pick up a couple of words and sentences here and there, making six out of two and two.

You probably shouldn’t believe anything that gets exchanged in the daily Stark Industries gossip meetings in the hallways and kitchens but … believing Steve didn’t bang his way through the country in the 40s does help calm your jealousy a bit. A tiny bit. 

You know he had girlfriends since starting to work for Tony but a girl can ignore that and wait ‘til she’s home and has a glass of wine in her hand before she turns to google to figure out what the “Ten Signs He Likes You” are. Preferably, there’s a phone in her other hand and her best friend (Roxie) on the line.

Cliché, you know, but … there’s a reason why these things are cliché, they’re just too fitting. And relatable. Roxie disagrees.

“But just imagine. You, in a 1940s vintage style tea dress, grey tartan, short sleeve. Black T-Strap Pumps, but sexy. I’m talking five inch heels. You’re going to a Halloween party, not church. Ooh! And one of those little hats that women wore on the side of their heads. And red lipstick, heavy eye make-up, some rouge. Did they have anything else? A highlighter?”

“You look remarkably excited about your vintage ideas for someone who doesn’t like old stuff,” You comment but can’t hide a smile. Your best friend is a stylist first and a lawyer second. Only the latter professionally, but the former at heart. If you let her, she would give you a complete make-over. Needless to say, the thought alone scares the shit out of you. She is just too unpredictable.

“Y/N, maybe try to contribute to this brainstorming, would you, I’m trying to get you somewhere.”

*****

You shouldn’t have made brownies. What made you think bringing brownies to a Tony Stark party was a good idea? You are going to make a fool out of yourself if you walk in there with two loads of self-made goods in your hands. What made you think this was “cool and spontaneous”?

Ah, yeah, right. Ally told you this year’s party wouldn’t be held in one of Tony’s mansions or the Tower. Due to some mild excesses last year, Tony – and the various authorities involved, yikes – has decided to keep it small and personal this year. His words, not yours. The party will be at someone’s apartment in New York where you live, but rumour has it that that someone is loaded as fuck, so apartment probably doesn’t apply entirely.

Read: a gigantic loft.

The fact that there aren’t going to be as many people here as you thought, makes you a little nervous because your anonymity and option of turning invisible, if everything gets too much, go downhill the minute you step through the front door. Hard to disappear without leaving if there’s hardly any space to disappear into.

Why the brownies?

How Ally put it, it sounded like this is a cozy, little get-together among friends and bringing something is usually what you do when you’re invited to something like that, right? Right?? Roxie talked you into it, to be honest.

“Men love those!” She screamed whilst wildly pointing at the freshly baked goods on the counter, “Everybody loves chocolate caramel layer scares, trust me. He won’t know what’s happening to him.”

Ha. You can guess what’s going to happen to him if he tries more than one of these: diabetes. Not that you told her that.

It’s fine, Y/N, it’s gonna be fine, just drop the brownies on the diamond counter and never get near the kitchen again, so no one will suspect any connection between you and these health risks.

You take a deep breath and one last look at the intimidating building in front of you before you start walking to the entrance. It’s been a while since you last wore heels, but thankfully Roxie doesn’t just understand style but also comfort and picked a pair that looks and feels good. You shouldn’t get too optimistic, though, the evening hasn’t even begun yet.

Before you reach the glass door, you see your own reflexion in the dim street lights.

Your outfit is exactly what she envisioned in your kitchen, grey, very 40s, very femme fatale and tight on the right places. She even got you one of those “little hats women wore on the side of their heads”. Her sister Florence took care of your make-up which means you have your face all done up, smokey eyes, lashes who aren’t exactly your own, dewy cheeks and serious red lipstick.

To add a tiny scary factor, Roxie and Florence put some fake blood on your stomach area to make it look like you got stabbed, some on the side of your head where the hat sits – “Someone crashed the hat needles into your skull, Y/N, and blood is dripping down your temple” – and on one corner of your mouth.

You wish you could have taken Roxie with you as your plus one, but Ally said no companion – small circle. Well, judging by the music already coming from a window on the, what, sixth floor (?) small circle means something entirely different to Tony. Who knows how many people he invited.

You step into the building and walk to the reception. Yes, you heard right. Reception. This is going to be fancy, you can tell. Doesn’t help your goddamn nervousness. The box in your hands gets heavier and heavier the longer you hold it and there’s one needle attaching the hat to your head that just pokes into your scalp like it’s holding on for dear life. You need to fix that as soon as you find a bathroom.

Nothing in this lobby hints at the ongoing party or its theme, everything looks as sterile as possible. Not Tony’s style, admittedly, but you guess he had trouble with the neighbours, so he refrained from decorating everything.

“Good evening, Miss, can I help you?” The man behind the desk asks and looks up to you over his round little glasses. Is that a smile or just a coincidental shadow illusion on his face?

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, I was invited to Tony Stark’s Halloween party,” You answer (um look at my costume?) and try another smile that doesn’t get reciprocated, instead he nods and pulls up a piece of paper that looks like a list. Oh, there’s a smiling pumpkin candle on his desk, right next to the little box of paperclips. Mister Dead Inside rebelling against the stuck up neighbours, what a nice touch.

Within a few seconds he finds your name, puts a check mark behind it and meets your eyes again with a sober look on his face.

“The elevator is over there, the party is on the fifth floor, 1-0-3-1 is the code for tonight. I hope you’ll have a very nice evening, Miss Y/L/N.”

I hope so, too.

You thank him and walk to where he pointed, punch the numbers into the little keyboard on the wall and step into the opening elevator. The last thing you see before the doors close is him pulling out what looks like another pumpkin candle from one of his drawers and positioning it on his desk.

There’s no music coming from any speakers in the elevator during your ride up, but there’s definitely music coming from outside the elevator, growing louder and louder the higher you get. Hrrr, your pulse really has no business speeding up like that. It’s not like you’ve never been to a party.

You’ve just never been at a party smaller than Tony’s huge orgies (basically) and therefore never got the chance to talk to Steve with a champagne glass in your hand and no “I have to go save the world now, sorry, dear” between you two. All you know is Business Steve, stern eyes, determined eyebrows, important stuff to do. You have no clue what Private Steve is like. And that’s … kinda scary.

What if Private Steve is a douche? No. He isn’t. You don’t need to know him to know that. But what if Private Steve is boring and stiff (hmm) or … what if he likes to collect stamps or miniature trains? Is there a bigger mood killer in this world than collecting miniature trains and would you be able to stand above it?

Roxie would be of great help right now, it’s a shame you couldn’t bring her.

The doors open and reveal an open, dark hallway that is decorated with spider nets, candles, two skeletons, fake blood on the wall, a couple of pumpkins, a crooked mirror and various dusty boxes and murder equipment. This looks surprisingly awesome. After what you saw in the lobby, your expectations fell to a humble level but this is really cool.

At least a dozen voices can be heard from around the corner and the music is a notch too loud for your liking. You hesitate for another second before entering the apartment and slowly walk around the corner. What you see definitely has Tony Stark written all over it.

Take the decorations from the entrance and multiply it by a hundred. You have never seen this many different candles, and someone really had a blast with the fake spider nets. There is even a broken chandelier hanging from the ceiling, adding to the dim, mysterious atmosphere produced by the candles and blinking chains of lights.

It looks like a great party.

Oh and the people? As diverse as it gets. From vampires, werewolves and witches to pirates, various animals including a giraffe, to cartoon show characters, murdered people, injured people, angry people, to clowns, zombies, princesses, nuns, nurses, monks, angels and devils, the KFC guy and oh, is that one-armed Spongebob?

Looks like people go scary, sexy and funny. Questions answered. Time to drop off the brownies that are still in your hands and that feel like two hundred pounds at this point. No one seems to notice you as you walk past the Power Rangers and follow Ernie and Bert into a hallway that hopefully leads to the kitchen.

It doesn’t. It leads to another hallway with several closed doors which could be bedrooms. Ah. Ernie and Bert want to make out. Your bad. You turn around and walk back to the gigantic living room that in itself looks like a loft and try to make out the way to your admired location.

“Am I having hallucinations or did the 1950s just arrive at my party?” A voice suddenly asks and you jump, not expecting the noise next to you. The person who the voice belongs to turns out to be a black Aladdin, open vest showcasing abs and everything, completed by silver eyeliner and a fake wig to get the typical 1001 Nights Prince’s hair but doesn’t quite fit the rest of his appearance. But who are you to judge a dedicated man’s Halloween costume at his own party?

“Yeah, that actually might be a hallucination because I don’t represent the 50s, but the 40s,” You say and smile, just as Albert Einstein walks past you. Something to tell your grandkids about.

“Oh, I’m sorry M’lady, I got the decade wrong but the costume looks, um, fetching.”

Is this really how people talked in the 40s? Probably not. You laugh and feel a little of your nervousness go. Only a little, but still.

“So this is your party? Can you tell me where the kitchen is then?”

“Over there, next to the skeleton on the wall and the bloody unicorn. Thank you for bringing something, Miss 40s, I really hope this is dessert.”

“It is. Brownies,” You say and watch as Aladdin punches the air in joy.

“Nice! I’m glad Tony invited you, no one else brought Brownies yet. Speaking of, Tony should be here somewhere,” He informs you and roams the crowd.

Oh, please let him be Genie! Please let him be Genie, God, please!

Tony Stark topless in blue body paint and a little ponytail on the top of his head is something that would make the whole stress worth it.

You scan the room and look for Tony but you find someone else. Steve. Standing with a small group of people, a beer in his hand, he looks too beautiful to handle. So much about getting calmer.

“Okay, I’ll bring these to the kitchen, thank you!” You quickly announce and start to move.

“It was my pleasure, a lady in distress, how could I not help? The royal court has raised me to be a Prince, not a dizzard,” Aladdin proclaims and tips his fedora- you mean, his little hat. Didn’t Aladdin grow up on the street and only got access to the palace when he met Jasmine? This Aladdin here either forgot his own origin story or had more than a couple of drinks already.

While dodging guests, you walk over to the skeleton and the bloody unicorn (another guest) and enter the kitchen. Having a will of steel, you didn’t once look at Steve or check out his outfit. Like a powerful queen.

You walk around the kitchen island and put the box on the huge counter (not diamond by the way) and start unpacking. It looks like a lot of people brought some stuff, thankfully, and you place yours at the dessert side of the buffet. There are a couple of vampires with you in the room, but suddenly you hear more people walk in behind you.

“… like it’s the worst, Abe.”

“If anyone makes another theatre joke to my face, I think I’m actually gonna shoot someone,” A deep voice answers and you turn around. 

Abraham Lincoln and a zombie nurse are deep in conversation while the nurse pours glasses of bowle on the kitchen island for them. You need a couple of seconds to recognize them as Mark and Jess from your department.

“You chose the outfit, Mark- um Abe, so you gotta live with that now. Just suck it up like a real man and get drunk with me. I never drank with a president before,” She says and hands him his glass. That’s when she notices you.

“Y/N, hi! Good to see you! Nice costume, are you … I don’t know who you are. Someone from the 60s? A celebrity? Meryl Streep?”

Did she just say 60s? Wait, did she just say Meryl Streep??

“Um, no. I-“

“Jess, why would she be Meryl Streep, she looks nothing like her, look at the hair. There were other actresses besides Meryl in the 60s, by the way. Also, I don’t think Y/N is going for the 60s, I think she is going for first World War,” Abraham Lincoln muses and takes a sip from his cherry bowle.

1910s definitely wasn’t what you envisioned.

“That’s why she is all bloody, because she served in the war and got killed by a grenade splinter in her chest,” He continues and seems very sure of his ability to identify vintage fashion.

“Women didn’t fight back then,” Jess retorts and pushes a strand of red hair out of her face. Even if women had served in the World War, they wouldn’t have worn a dress and heels. Time to solve the mystery.

“I’m a lady from the 40s and I got brutally murdered by my unfaithful husband who didn’t want to pay for a divorce.”

“Makes sense.”

“At least you got the decade right, Abe,” She says and pinches Mark’s side who squinches his eyes at her comment.

“The first World War wasn’t in the 40s, that was the second one. Did you leave your brain at home tonight?”

Geez.

“Y/N, by the way, Steve was asking about you.”

What.

WHAT.

Your eyes grow wide as you stare at Jess.

“He was?”

“Yup. Wanted to know if you’d be here, too, ‘cause he had overheard Ally telling you about Tony’s invitation. I said I didn’t know and that you’ve never been to Tony’s Halloween party before, so who knows if you’d be going.”

Yeah, because you’ve never been invited before but that’s the details. Steve asked about you!! Is this even real?

“I, um, okay? Cool. Well … I’m here. Um … do you know why he asked?” Okay, can your voice sound any more unstable? Try to keep your cool, for god’s sake!

“Nope,” She simply says and eyes you curiously. Poker face! Poker face!! You smile.

“Okay.”

Short silence.

“Wow, Y/N’s got a thing for Cap. That’s cute.”

“Mark!”

“Jess, I’m Abraham Lincoln, please respect your presid-“ A rather violent punch against his shoulder cuts off his sarcastic remark.

At that moment, a small group of people walks in and to the dismay of your previously relatively steady heartbeat you see Steve with them, now being nerve-wreckingly close. The kitchen seems quite crowded now.

Did he dress up as Han Solo? Heart be still!

Before he can catch you staring, you quickly turn back to face the counter and pretend to be occupied with inspecting the cover of the box you brought the brownies in. Oh, click-closure, interesting. But is it purple from both sides…?

From the corner of your eye, you see someone push in right next to you, and you don’t need to look up to know who it is. You’d recognize that cologne anywhere. You dare a glance to your left and realize that Steve has his back to you and is talking to a fantastic-looking blonde in a Super Woman costume.

It’s easy to see that every single woman in this room and a couple of dudes are subtly staring at Captain America and you can’t blame them.

He doesn’t notice you and you think you’d get away when, on the other side of the room, two of your co-workers in sexy Harry Potter costumes (Hufflepuff and Slytherin) come up to the kitchen island. Hufflepuff sees you, claps her hands and laughs, getting everyone’s attention.

“I didn’t think you would come!”

Slytherin whistles approvingly at your costume and excessive make-up just as Steve turns from having his back to you to looking at you. His expression is kind of friendly when he turns, surely because he’s having an inspiring discussion with Wonder Woman, though he also looks curious to see who Hufflepuff is yelling at, or at least that’s how it seems to you. The minute his eyes meet yours, he freezes and stares.

“Look at you!” Slytherin calls out and grabs an empty glass to fill it with bowle, “That dress is beautiful, so retro, I love it. 50s? You should come to work looking like that, no wait, we should all come to work looking like that. Every Wednesday. We’ll make it our Mean Girls-inspired theme day. Minus the fake blood of course.”

You want to run. You don’t want everyone looking at you.

“You have no idea how long I have waited to hear those words,” Hufflepuff comments and goes for her own glass, “I’m a sucker for everything vintage. It’s so cute.”

“I’m actually a lady from the 40s, whose, um, whose husband cheated on her and now doesn’t want to pay for a divorce, so he, uh, killed me,” You explain, now not so sure about your costume idea anymore. You also try to avoid Steve’s beautiful eyes which are so painfully close and they are looking at you! One might think you never had a boyfriend before, it’s pathetic.

“Ooh, drama! I like that,” A guy who you don’t know says, “Trouble in paradise?”

Trouble in paradise? Does he think you had beef with your *non-existent* boyfriend and now you went for Murdered Wife? That’s something Roxie would do, no doubt.

“No, just liked the idea.”

The general attention in the room moves away from you and the little groups get back to their own conversations.

You chance a look at Steve out of the corner of your eye and see he’s still staring at you, no longer frozen. There is activity behind his eyes, lots of it. Just nothing you can understand. You stop trying to look at Steve without looking like you are looking at Steve and take a step forward.

“Can you pour one for me, too?” You ask Hufflepuff and she does as you ask. Steve’s gaze burns into the backside of your head. Why isn’t he saying anything? He never seemed shy around you.

The music in the living room changes into a different song and a Pink Power Ranger shrieks and pushes against the pirate next to her.

“Let’s go dance! Please!”

“No, let’s just stay here for a while.”

She sighs and looks annoyed, as far as her body language tells you because the mask covers her face completely. All of a sudden, you feel a heat at your back, like someone came up behind you and you think you know who it is. For the sake of your reputation – ‘cause you’d definitely ruin that if you turned around now and stuttered like a horse – you keep your back to him and hold on to the surface in front of you.

“We’ve been standing around all night. I need to move!”

The pirate doesn’t answer and demonstratively takes a sip from his cup. You do the same and listen to the music blasting through the apartment (Steve has moved to stand next to you now), all while ignoring the tension between the two of you in the air.

The music goes into the chorus and the bass booms.

“Not to be dramatic, but I am going to die if we don’t do something … like now.”

“Sarah, if you want to go dance, go.”

Seriously. You start to grin at her childlike crossing of the arms.

“Y/N.”

The blood in your veins freezes at his voice, so close, so him, captivating you instantly although you try not to let it show. You turn your head, still smiling, and look at him. You barely smile around him, let alone at him, because you are usually too nervous but he took you off-guard this time. Then you realize where you are, only a few inches away from Steve fuckin’ Rogers, and your smile dies on your face.

He is still staring at you, but now he is staring at your mouth.

You feel your knees get a bit weak.

The tension gets unbearable, so all you have in mind is ESCAPE. You turn away and attempt to walk around the kitchen island when Steve grabs your wrist.

“Hang on, Y/N,” He says.

He pulls you back gently and you involuntarily get close again, head tilted up to meet his eyes but immediately regretting it because how are you going to get out of this situation now?

“Hm?”

“I like your outfit. Been a while since I saw someone dressed like that.”

Roxie would high-five you now if she was here.

“Thanks.”

“I was actually … hoping to see you here, I-“

“Oh my god, who made these brownies?!” Someone cries out next to you and both of you turn your heads to the side. Albert Einstein stands at the counter, eyes huge, one of your brownies in his hand and his mouth is chewing wildly.

“Me,” You inform him and hesitantly raise your hand.

“These are unbe-fucking-lievable. I’m in love. Everyone please leave me alone now, I need some me-time.”

You smile at him, what a nice thing to say, especially from a physicist that legendary.

You look back at Steve and realize he is watching you again, this time a small smile plays around his lips. Seeing a Private Steve Smile up-close creates a tingling flutter in your belly and kind of detaches you from reality for a second. Where are you again?

“Y/N, what did you put into th-“

“Okay, that’s it,” Steve declares, interrupting Hufflepuff, lays one arm around your waist and starts to move, so you have no other option than to follow him. “I can’t even have one solid conversation with you without anyone interrupting.”

You don’t say anything because you’re way too overwhelmed by the sudden physical contact. He has never really touched you before, aside from shaking your hand or platonically laying a hand on your shoulder, and now you don’t really know how to react. The wild beating of your heart doesn’t help the matter.

He guides you out of the kitchen and you find yourself standing in the loud living room. Pink Power Ranger is dancing like there’s no tomorrow and if this wasn’t such an important moment, you would laugh. Are you being dramatic or just needy?

“I mean, I’m sure the brownies are great, but … well,” He says, arm still around your waist, blue eyes looking down at you, his smell has long catapulted you into a Steve-induced trance, “What I was saying is, I’m glad you’re here because- actually I was trying to approach you at the Tower this week but you’ve been busy and I didn’t want to interrupt, and … well, I was wondering if you want to go out-“

“Han Solo and Lady 40s, arm in arm in my living room! Never thought I would see that happening,” Aladdin booms a few steps away from you. Is this night even for real? Since when have you been so popular??

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Steve bursts out, grabs your hand and drags you past Aladdin into a hallway. You shoot the host an apologetic look but don’t bother stopping the grin on your face. This is kinda funny, not gonna lie.

The hallway is empty and there seem to be no other horny guests so far. As soon as he knows the air is clear, he turns around to you and moves way into your Personal Space (like always, it seems), his beautiful blue eyes locking on yours.

“What I was trying to say is-“

“Hey, Steve my man-“

“You better piss off now, Carl, or I can’t guarantee for anything anymore!” Steve growls at Carl, who just appeared behind him, without even looking over his shoulder.

At this moment he sounds so threatening that you can’t help but wince a little, your eyes grow huge as you watch Carl do a 180 and walk into the direction he came from. Your gaze flickers back to the man in front of you and it’s obvious he is trying not to lose his temper – a trait you never thought he had in him, losing his temper, you mean.

A small muscle in his jaw twitches and his eyes look unusually dark while they stare at the corner of your mouth, so you try a smile. At that, his face changes and he looks up into yours.

“You wanted to ask me something?”

Phew, who would have thought you would be that fucking courageous. Roxie won’t believe this.

“Yes.”

He gets even closer, so you retreat until your back hits the wall, and he puts his big hands against the surface next to your shoulders. Caging you. It’s just that it doesn’t feel like it. He could show you a way out and you would still stand glued to this spot.

“Before anyone gets in the way again, I’m gonna make this short. Do you want to go out on a date with me?”

****

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