#dirty dancing x reader

[thewriterg]

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧

pairing(s); johnny castle x fem!reader,

summary; ever since she showed up johnny was practically all over her and if he wanted to have her he could for all you cared but he protested the deal —angstober day; 15—

word count; 1.6k+

warning(s); jealousy, angst, Johnny only wants ONE woman, crying, pet names, arguing, readers nickname is doll/dolly, biker/punk coded reader, dirty dancing ofc, and language

playlist; lover boy by sylvia and mickey, I wish it would rain by the temptations

A/n:—GIFs; @fruitblr & @duchessofhastings— GIF does not determine race also the lack of dirty dancing fic is disgusting and disrespectful

“You know, Johnny missed you Dolly we all did” Penny smiled walking up to staff cabin having already dropped your stuff off at your personal dorm cabin you were glad to be back for in time for the ending show of the summer

“I missed you guys too, you throwin’ a party?” You questioned a teasing underline in your voice at the faint sound of blasting music getting more clear as you both strolled on the boardwalk

“Always, Johnny’s jaws gonna drop” She stated in a matter of fact tone a wide smile on her face throwing a directed look to your attire a size too big leather jacket, a fitted black top that rested above your belly button, flared jeans that hugged your hips yet let your calveshave roaming room, and a pair of boots to match

“I know what else is gonna drop” You hummed rolling your hips in a mock performance while the blonde made gaging sounds in the back of her throat while you snickered at the sight before opening the familiar doors dancing bodies moving around the floor your eyes peered around until they landed on Johnny dancing or attempting to with a brunette head filled of loose spirals it didn’t bother you sometimes you’d have to have different dance partners when it came to performances hell Penny had been filling in for you the two weeks you were gone and neither of you took it to heart but if either of you were questioned about grinding and rolling your hips a little harder on someone at a party to get the other one jealous you’d be lying

You split from Penny and took a hold of a random blonde he took no protest as you rolled your hips on him and he thrusted up to meet your hips with a matching rhythm and you appreciated him for nonverbally letting you lead you kept the pace building the passion back up in your movements before you hiked your thigh up against his hip that he grabbed onto letting you lean back while he trailed his hands against your exposed hips a knee in between your thighs there was now cheering and whistles building up along the crowd catching Johnnys attention his view was blocked from the warm bodies forming a circle around the attraction he left the girl known as Baby to go up to the ring of fire not expecting to see you dancing with someone else a grin instantly etching on his face as the song came to an end you you partner swung you up from the floor and you pat him on the shoulder in a farewell you turned to partway not expecting to see those familiar blue eyes staring back at you and it caused a uncommon smile to make its way to your skin

You met eacother halfway way smashing your lips together and suddenly the applause was louder than ever as your black painted fingernails rested on the back of his pale neck and his rough hands rested softly on your hips you didn’t break apart until your shared favorite song came on and you smirked at him in response circling his standing form as if he was prey and you could hear low whistles mixing in with the rift of the song Johnny mirrored your hungry expression as you ran up to his form your heeled boots dragging against the the wooden floor jumping into his hold and hips leaning backwards crossing your ankles against the back of his thighs while he took hold of your lower body before propelling you up so your knees were now on his shoulders your crotch directly in front of his face you whistled out to Johnnys cousin Neal who wore a cowboy hat that he tossed to you and you caught it putting it on top of your head one hand holding it down and your other arm imitating a lasso rolling your hips and whipping your hair on the brunette who’s lower half mirrored yours his steps precise yet loose and wild Baby watched you with admiration and well meaning envy she wish she could move like that

or even have enough confidence and courage to do so

💌💌💌💌 (begin; love is strange by mickey and sylvia)

You and Johnny stood in the dance studio he rested a hand on your hip as you rested an arm on his shoulder he purposely messed with you slouching his shoulder his arms loose and floppy and you snickered as he trailed down your body from your chest to your lower abdomen before shimmying away from his hold while he dramatically dropped to floor staring up at your form you swayed your hips to beat before turning to the brunette who mouthed the lyrics to your favorite part of the song

“Sylvia!”

“Yes Mickey?” You mouthed back doing a ‘come here’ motion with you index before trailing behind the folding screen you silhouette peeking through

“How do you call your lover boy?”

“Come here lover boy!”

“And if he doesn’t answer?”

“Oh lover boy?”

“And if he still doesn’t answer” Johnny was up on his knees now shaking his head that moved the strands of his hair you finally trailed from behind the changing screen locking eyes with the the brunette

“I simply say, baby” You took less than three steps before lowering to the floor crawling towards the man while he did the same in imitating the occasional guitar rifts until you finally met he lowered his head into your stomach dragging it up into your chest bringing the both of you up to stand

“Johnny?” You heard a soft yet carrying voice calm out in the dance studio footsteps carrying up the short staircase and your eyebrows furrow as he quickly parted from you Inching towards the record player and you look to see Baby staring back at you her brown eyes darting between you and Johnny

“I-I’m not interrupting anything am I?” She questions and you shake your head grabbing your jacket from a stray chair your steps that were once loose and non caring now stern and forward as you approach the first step the brunette calls out to you in return

“Dolly! I’ll see you soon alright?” He continues when you looks back to him after a moment and you don’t return his gratitude before trailing down the stairs the sound of the door slamming behind you bouncing off the walls you weren’t twenty steps away from the building before Johnny was sprinting towards your frame holding your arms since you wouldn’t have stopped walking otherwise

“What’s going on Doll? Whats the matter you just stormed ou-”

“Seemed like you had a secret to keep so you know, I just helped you out” You shrugged your tone more sarcastic than it usually was something he had noted over the years you did when your feelings were hurts

“Come on Baby you know it’s not like that” Your eyebrows furrow and you laugh interrupting him as he looked at you with furrowed brows as you shake your head in disbelief a fabricated smile on your face

“What the hell did you just call me?” You pry his hands from your arms taking a large step back a space forming in between the both of you that he was begging to fill you ignored his desperate attempts of explanation

“Johnny in the last fifteen years we’ve known each other and the last three we’ve been together you’ve never, called me Baby so save me that shit” You hissed before storming off to the personal dorm cabins

💌💌💌💌 (begin; I wish it would rain by; the temptations

“Go away!” You yelled out there had been knocking on your door all day at different time periods you knew it was Johnny and you didn’t want to talk to him and you hated that you were crying over it god why were you crying over that, that fucking prick

“Come on Dolly it’s me” You hear Pennys voice slip from the small crack underneath the door and for the first time since you’d made it to your room you peel yourself from your bed dragging your feet as you swing the door open the short haired blonde looking over you with a small frown on her face at your appearance

“Oh Doll” She whispered bringing you into her arms inching you towards your bed until you fully yourself dip and she takes your hands in hers with a small sigh

“Now listen to me Dolly, Johnny loves you like nothin’ else, you’ve been one of the only… stable thing in his life and he needs you. He only wants you, not Baby, or any tourist, only you. He was an asshole for what he pulled but I promise you as your friend that he doesn’t want anyone else but you so please don’t let this end you, so go get him, go on!” You nod tearfully lifting from your position jogging out of your cabin and towards his the numbers of his doors glaring at you

You took a breath before knocking on the wooden door and before you could back out it swung open and you were met with the sight of Johnny teary eyed his nose red and eyes puffy, his lashes wet he brings you into his embrace pulling you into his cabin

“Please Dolly I’m sorry, I-I’m sorry Doll, please don’t leave, please don’t leave me” He sobbed into your you stomach having dropped to his knees arms wrapped firmly around your waist and you pet his hair shushing him gently tears in your own eyes, running down your face, dripping from your chin, and onto his forehead

“You have to promise me, promise me it’s only me… that you’re not into her” You whispered and blue eyes looked up at you eyebrows furrowed

“I swear on my life I don’t see anyone but you Doll, you’re my life the only person who hasn’t left god Dolly I breathe you” He sniffled and you get down onto his level as you hold each other, rocking each other,

being there for each other.

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[neg4tivecre3p]

I draw him too much to not include myself with my husband sometimes

I also started this the day of my birthday (which is the last day of the international clown week, yay) but I forgor

[bettyfrommars]

Dirty Metal Summer

a Dirty Dancing au

masterlist playlist

Part 2: The Hideout

You follow Robin over the resort property line to a place where guests are forbidden and get a glimpse of what goes on behind the scenes.

word count: 3.6k

My blog is 18+ONLY, mature themes, violence, alcohol consumption, eventual smut, fighting, mention of blood, reader is called Bird as a nickname, reader plays the cello. Reader is 21, Eddie is late 20's.

Songs for this chapter: Animal (fuck like a beast)//W.A.S.P. No one like you//Scorpions Mental Health (bang your head)//Quiet Riot Wasted Years//Iron Maiden

a/n: it has been so much fun to pull this out of the rubble and jump back into this world for a rewrite, I hope you enjoy. To my I'm on Fire peeps, there will be a scene in this chapter that feels very similar to something that happened in IOF, and that's because I originally stole it from this fic, thinking I'd never post it, lmao. Thought about changing it, but it's just too perfect. Plus, there will always be a hint of biker Eddie in all of my Eddies.

Sticking close behind Robin, you crossed the arc of a walking bridge over a creek and disappeared on a worn path through the trees.  It was only then that you could finally make out the building where the loud music was coming from.  

It had corrugated metal sides and roof, like a structure you might see on a farm that housed large equipment.  There was a picnic table out front where a few people were seated, and the shell of a vintage automobile with bullet holes in it sat in the weeds.

A little more than a city block away was a modest cabin made from actual logs with an old truck, a van, and a motorcycle parked out front.

“Who lives there?” You nudged Robin.

She stopped to see where you were looking first, and then, “oh yeah, that’s Wayne’s place.  The head maintenance guy.  This is his too,” she gestured to the metal building where the music and shouts were coming from.  “Both him and his nephew Eddie.  Have you met Eddie?”

You absolutely knew who he was, but didn’t want to come off as a stalker, so you shook your head.  

The large sliding door entrance to the building was open about a foot, letting out wafts of smoke and a hazy, golden light.  From over Robin’s shoulder, you could see quite a few bodies moving around in there, and just then came the sound of a glass breaking.  

“Ready?” She smiled back at  you, struggling to hold everything in her arms as she reached for the handle to slide the door open the rest of the way.  

“Let me?” You lurched forward.

“I got it,” she insisted, fumbling one of the guitars before catching it again with a gasp of relief.

You weren’t sure what you’d been expecting to see when she eased the door open the rest of the way, but a topless woman dancing on a table top was not one of them. 

Her hair was bleached blonde, frizzy and teased around her face.  She was tan with a prominent bikini line over her pert breasts, and it looked like she’d just pulled the top of her leopard print spandex dress down to give a little show.  

The song Animal (Fuck like a beast) by W.A.S.P. was blaring and the guys around the table cheered while the woman flipped her hair and worked her hips in a circle.  You were sure you recognized her as one of the waitresses from earlier that night. 

Metalheads of all kinds were crowded together, mingling, and you feared that you stuck out like the proverbial sore thumb. Some were in leather; some wore jean vests with pins and patches all over them.  A handful had long hair that they must’ve tied back or wore under hats while they worked at the resort, but a few of them, like Steve, kept theirs short and tidy, for the most part.  Overhead string lights swayed from high wooden beams, and a chandelier that looked like it was made out of wrenches.  An old, pea green Kelvinator refrigerator and a small kitchenette was to your left, as if someone had lived there at one point, and two couches sat against the wall that were mismatched and worn.  

Most of the crowd of people seemed to be lingering together in the middle, standing there as if waiting for something.  Taking shots, smoking blunts, and making out with each other, blocking you from seeing beyond them.  

Robin signaled to follow her, and you were hesitant to start moving through the masses, holding the guitar case flush to your body, feeling like it was something to hide behind.  You noticed posters on the walls for bands like Judas Priest and Metallica, and on the concrete floor you saw smudges from white chalk markings, dark splotches the color of dried blood, but that was ridiculous.  

You pushed between a girl with a blue mohawk and a guy with a shaved head that was covered in tattoos in a hurry to keep up with your escort, and the two shot you a hard glare.  When you could finally see the far wall, there was an oval, threadbare carpet in the corner with a drum kit set up, three microphones, two amps, and some other equipment that suggested live music would soon be happening.  

“This is where they practice!” Robin shouted over the music, directing you where to put Eddie guitar down.  “We call it The Hideout.”

“'Where who practices?’ You set Eddie’s baby near the wall where she told you to.  

“Eddie and Chrissy’s band,” she motioned for you to stand over at the wall with her. 

“Oh,” you turned to look at the instruments again, heart flopping a little at the idea he would show up at any moment.  “They're playing tonight?”

There was a commotion up ahead and you both turned to look. "Later maybe! The fights are tonight,” again, yelling over the growl of the music.  Now the song was No One Like You by Scorpions, and it sounded like people were cheering at someone who’d just come through the door. 

“Fights?” You leaned in to get more information when everyone started pushing back to make room for whatever was about to happen.  You remembered that one of the guys on the porch earlier that day with Chrissy and Steve had a black eye, and you’d noticed another worker at the resort who had a busted lip, but you hadn’t paused to think that maybe they were somehow connected.

It was then that you saw Eddie appear from out of the sea of bodies, and took a sharp intake of breath, holding it in, afraid to let it out for fear you might whimper.  

He was so beautiful, it made you dizzy. You stood up straight, adjusting yourself, covertly checking to make sure you weren’t perspiring too badly.

He was wearing the tux he’d had on for the show earlier, but the tie and cummerbund were both gone, and his white shirt was unbuttoned almost to his stomach.  You caught a glimpse of tattoos on his chest, and a necklace of some sort. Someone handed him a beer and he threw back a generous gulp.  

“There’s going to be boxing? Here? Tonight?” You were trying to act casual and not stare at him the whole time, but it was hard to tear your attention away.  

“Nothing professional,” she scoffed, folding her arms over her chest, putting her shoulder blades against the wall.  “Just your average bare knuckle street fighting, basically. The guys were doing it to blow off steam, but then some others got involved and people started placing bets, so a whole thing started.”

Eddie unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and took it off, passing it to someone in the crowd.  Your mouth went dry at the sight of his lean muscles under the scattered ink.  He kept his hair tied back and started wrapping white tape around one of his hands while Steve said something in his ear.  

“How do they choose who fights who?” You were invested now, wringing Robin out for any information she had.  

“I don’t know how they figure it out, but the new guys usually fight each other, and then a winner challenges Eddie or Steve or Alex,” she pushed off the wall to get a better look at the center of the room. “But it looks like Eddie is up first.” And then with a smirk she added, “all of the new hotshots at the resort think they can beat Eddie.”

“Can they?” Your voice cracked, eyes locked on the scene.  A guy shorter than Eddie but muscular in a football player type of way, was also shirtless in the circle now, with taped hands and wearing a pair of sweats with the name of a university down the leg. The guy was hopping from foot to foot to keep himself hyped up, punching the air in front of him.

“No one beats Eddie,” there was pride in her voice.  “Looks like the guy he’s fighting tonight is Lance, one of the new ski instructors.  Totally full of himself.”

Steve was wearing a white wife beater and jeans, and he raked a hand through his mop of hair just before pointing in your direction.  Eddie’s gaze followed the line of his finger directly to your stunned face, and then it lingered there.

He seemed to contemplate, wetting his lips, and then he nodded to Steve and was on his way over.

He didn’t have to push people out of the way because they were all quick to part to make room for him.  It wasn’t long before he was standing right in front of you.  You tried not to let your gaze linger on the full curve of his slightly chapped lips, or the way his wavy bangs framed his cherrywood eyes.  On closer inspection, you could see that the necklace he wore was a ball chain with a guitar pick hanging from it.  

Robin opened her mouth to say something, possibly introduce you, but Eddie cut her off.  

“What the hell are you doing here, Princess?” His voice was low with an edge of irritation.  He pulled the chunky metal rings off his fingers one by one as he spoke.

Robin cleared her throat, stepping forward. “She’s with me,” she stuttered a bit nervously, knowing full well she shouldn’t have brought you there.  “She came with me, she’s cool.”

Eddie collected all of the rings in his fist and kept staring at you as if he wanted to hear it from your mouth, not Robin’s.  

Your brain short-circuited for a second and you forgot how to form words when he was so close you could see the detail of the dragon tattoo on his chest.  But then, finally, it came to you:

“I-I carried your baby.”

The second it slipped out, you knew how stupid it sounded.

Unblinking, he gave his rings to Robin, and then he was gone.

You stared at the space where he no longer stood, flushed with embarrassment.  

“I carried your baby?” You repeated in a whisper, covering your face with your hands. 

Someone turned the music down so that Steve’s voice could be heard, and he waved his arms in the air to get everyone’s attention.  

“I don’t have to explain the rules to you, because there are none,” his announcement was met with screams and cheers.  Robin tugged at your arm, signaling for the two of you to get a bit closer to the action.  “First one to hit the ground for whatever reason is the loser.  Just fists, no blades or other stupid tricks.”

At one side of the circle of bodies, Lance the ski instructor was practicing some tight punches, and at the other end, Eddie rolled his neck while Chrissy finished taping the knuckles of his other hand.  It was then that the chalk and the stains on the concrete you saw earlier made sense.  

“You two ready?” Steve put his arm up between them, waiting for their nods, and then, at their signal, he chopped his hand down between them as if he were slicing the air.  

Lance was hopping from foot to foot, trying his best to look like some fancy footwork he saw in a Rocky movie, while Eddie walked casually, giving the guy a hooded, bored stare.  

Eddie could read Lance like a book.  A fight was a lot more than just a mindless throwing of hands, there was a mental prowess and skill needed that a lot of the punks busing in from suburbia did not have.  Street smarts was one thing, and Eddie surely had that, but he’d been fighting bullies off since he was a kid, and Wayne taught him to fight like it was a game of chess.

Eddie could tell where Lance was going to go a second before he made the move. He saw the guy was amped up, letting his emotions fight for him, and that was only one of his first mistakes.

Lance charged at him and swung, but Eddie was already steps away; relaxed and agile, holding his guard up. The ski instructor came at him aggressively, again and again, until Eddie pushed him, making his opponent stumble back. 

Keeping his form, Eddie caught you standing there out of the corner of his eye.

…what were you doing there at the Hideout?

He let himself ponder that question for too long and Lance was on him again, aiming a left jab to his ribs, and Eddie absorbed the blow with a grunt, arching to the side. 

You were not supposed to be there.  What was Robin thinking?

Mostly, Brenner and Joyce stayed out of their business, as long as whatever they did was off resort property, but if they found out one of the guests was somehow involved, there would be hell to pay.  

Lance charged again and Eddie dodged, angry at himself for not being able to focus .

“C’mon Lance, stomp that freak,” someone yelled from the crowd. 

And that was all it took

For Eddie to get tired of dragging it out for betting purposes.

Lance charged forward with a cry and Eddie socked an uppercut into his unsuspecting jaw.  

The surfer boy went down

Hard. 

Saliva and blood flew from his mouth as he flailed back, arms going ragdoll.

It felt like it happened in slow motion but soon enough, Lance was splayed out like a starfish on the concrete floor.

“Goodnight sweet prince,” Steve said sarcastically as he collected bets over the ski instructor’s limp body.

Robin cheered with her hands over her head, and you gave a few slow claps, your brain barely able to register where you were or what you were seeing.

“You want a beer?” She asked as you watched Lance numbly get to his feet with the help of two friends and attempt to shake it off.  

Robin motioned for you to follow her around to the refrigerator which was stocked from top to bottom with nothing but beer cans. She handed you one and then went to lean against the side of the appliance, cracking open the tab with a hiss.

With your back to the crowd, you prepared to follow suit, listening to Steve introduce two more fighters.

But then there was someone at your side,

“Not like that,” a voice said.

Eddie had come up behind you, wearing his white shirt unbuttoned, skin still glistening with sweat. Mental Health (Bang Your Head) by Quiet Riot came over the speakers, eliciting a wave of yelps and screams from the group.  

“Wait,” he put his hand on top of yours to keep you from opening your beer while he motioned for another guy to toss him one.  You turned to seek comfort or guidance from Robin, but she was absorbed in conversation with a girl in a platinum pixie cut who’d just walked up.  

“Like this,” he brushed his bangs to the side, and winked as he fished a ring of keys out of his pocket.  He used the serrated metal edge of one to punch a hole at the bottom of the can.  

It was the wink that made your skin flush hot, and then your jaw went slack as you watched him wrap his lips around the newly made hole in the can.  He made eye contact with you one more time before tipping his head back, and cracking the tab of the beer open with his thumb so that the liquid when squirting down his throat.  

The muscles in his throat jerked as he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing.  

It wasn’t three seconds before he lowered his head and crushed the can in his hand to show it was empty.  He let out a refreshing, “ahhhh,” and darted his tongue out to lick a droplet from his chin.  

You were still holding your unopened beer, waiting for him, mouth dry.  “I-I’m not sure I—”

Yes, you knew what shotgunning a beer was, you’d seen it done plenty of times at college parties and in movies, but had never been tempted to try it yourself.  

Ignoring your hesitation, Eddie motioned with the crook of his finger for you to come closer.  You shuffled to be within reach of him as if your knees were locked in place.  

With a gentle touch, fingers brushing yours, he took your beer from you, wiped it off with his shirt, and then proceeded to make the same hole with his key in the aluminum.  Some of the beer sprayed up and misted your face.

“Here we go,” he tipped your chin with his finger and butterflies swarmed in your stomach as his eyes searched yours. “Just let it shoot into the back of your throat.”

You swallowed nervously to make sure your throat was working, and then wrapped your lips around the can at his instruction.

“Easy, just like that, hold it there,” Eddie was so close now that your elbow was touching his bare chest.  He put a hand on the back of your head.  “When I say, tip your head back all the way, and I’ll flip the tab for you.”

You swiped your tongue over the hole in the can, thinking about how embarrassing it would be if you messed it up and beer went shooting out of your nose.  

Robin offered a few words of encouragement and you noticed a tendril of hair clinging to the sweat on Eddie’s neck, right over the heartbeat in his throat.  

“You ready?”

You weren’t but—-

“Okay, now.”

You closed your eyes, slammed your head back, and prayed, even though you weren’t at all religious.  Some lukewarm beer leaked onto your tongue, and then Eddie pulled the tab, keeping one hand over yours to hold the can steady.  

The gush of liquid hissed and exploded down your throat, and for a second you thought you would choke, but then your swallowing reflex bolted into action and it was over so fast.  

You gasped and swiped beer from your chin when you pulled away to look at the empty can, amazed. 

Eddie cupped his warm hand around the back of your neck, and you felt him shift closer until his mouth was at your ear.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

An actual chill ran down your spine.

Robin put up her hand and you gave you a high five.  “Not bad for a first timer,” she joked.  “Now crush it on your forehead and grunt.”

“Ha. Ha.” 

You turned to Eddie, “that was fun maybe he should—”

You were about to say the two of you should do another one, 

but he was gone.  

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The next night, Eddie couldn’t sleep, so he decided to head to the property to finish up some work at the pool house.   

The place he shared with Wayne was close enough to walk to the Hawkins Landing property, but that night, he drove.  He wanted to roll the window down on the van and blast Wasted Years by Iron Maiden and belt out the lyrics.  

He slipped into the parking lot for visitors and employees, turning the music down so that it wouldn’t be heard by any of the nearby cabins.  There were two street lamps on, but a third one he noticed was out, and made a mental note that he’d have to get Jamie to fix it tomorrow.  The sidewalks along the manicured lawn were also lined with lights that came out of the ground like little mushrooms, and the boat dock far off to his left was lit, but other than that, he was in the dark.  

Grabbing his red toolbox from the passenger seat, he put a flashlight in his tool belt holster, and the van door creaked on its hinges just before it banged shut.  His ribs still ached from the punch he took the night before, but he only allowed himself to cringe and curse in private. Luckily, his only companions at that moment were the crickets and the lapping of the water against the bank.

It wasn’t until he was a few yards down the sidewalk, head down, lost in thought, that the din of classical music made him halt in his tracks. 

It was definitely strings, possibly a violin? No, it was too deep.  

He looked up at the main house, but the sound was much too close to be coming from way up there.

He cut to the right and up the grass.

Then he saw the attic light on in cabin #11.

He told himself not to bother, but as the passion of the playing increased, curiosity got the better of him.  

He came right up to your driveway, staying half obscured by a tree trunk, and watched you.

The cello, of course that’s what you were playing.  He was no expert on the classics, but he’d always learned music by ear and had a unique sense for identifying instruments.  

You weren’t reading from sheet music, you were just playing while you stared out at the sky.

Playing something by heart, or making it up as you went along, he wasn’t sure.  

In his mind, you were so far out of league, it was criminal.

Your attention broke when a sudden movement down on the road startled you.  

The bow zipped clumsily across the strings one last time, and you stood up to get closer to the open window.

But, your eyes must’ve been playing tricks on you. 

There was no one there.    

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Hi hello! thank you so much for reading! For those wondering, this fic will still be centered around music, not boxing, but the little fight club they have has a lot to do with the spin of the plot soon.

thank you all so much for the suppport! we are getting to the juicy parts now! give me those hungry eyes. comments and reblogs are cherished!! like, I live for them.

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[murdrdocs]

fever all through the night

description. you can only dance like this against JOHNNY CASTLE for so long without doing something about it.

includes. dirty dancing typical horny dancing, oral (f receiving), hints of pleasure dom johnny

a/n: not a full fic, not a drabble, but a secret third thing. title from fever (peggy lee vers. i think). barely edited. for those two anons.

wc: 1.2k+

even though you've been away for a while, a self imposed exile with hopes of ridding your feelings, the muggy shed still feels the most like home out of this entire camp.

if the music wasn't so loud, you would have been able to hear the sound of your heels clicking against the wooden floor with each step you took. but the records were hot tonight, nearly too loud for you to hear your partner speaking in your ear. nearly is the key word, as his voice carries more than you could handle.

he doesn't need to speak though, especially when his words become redundant whenever his hand slinks around your waist and he pulls you to him, back to front. with him, you move together easily. a bond formed between you two that doesn't exist elsewhere is what keeps you together, it's what sends his hips right and yours follow. it's nice, it's practiced, but it's lacking something, something that you'll never have with him, and something you never want to have with him.

because you want it with him.

johnny's eyes stare at you from across the room as he leads penny in a swoop that briefly gets her out of your field of vision. it's just a few seconds, no more than a couple really, but in that time frame his one look tells you: next dance.

it's not question, it's not up for debate, and even if it were, you don't think you would go against him.

that's the thing about you and johnny. you could pretend to not like him as much as you wanted. you could avoid this shed and your closest friends to try and push down your feelings for him. but you always ended up right where you belong, pressed up against him as a slower, more sensual song roars throughout the small space.

with johnny, there's a discordance to the way you move together. his hips move right, and yours hesitate before moving left. not because he's an incompetent leader, but because you don't want to follow. you resist and resist and resist, because it gets him here. flaring his nostrils and glaring down at you, shaking the sweat-soaked strands of chestnut out of his face and moving so close that the tip of his nose bumps against yours.

"stop," he tells you. he doesn't have to yell over the music, not only because of his vicinity but because you know what his line is. he didn't even need to say it. this right here is a routine in and of itself, one you know as well as you can merengue.

you don't say anything. your lips tug up and your hands dangle from his neck. his arm around your waist hooks you tighter, he pulls you closer, he moves you both slower. and you can feel so much.

the muscles of his thigh confined in his slacks pressing against your bare leg under your dress. the taunt feeling of his abs pressed against your abdomen. his cock, poorly concealed beneath the unforgiving material of his pants, probing at your hip.

in a swift movement he sinks down, palms gliding along your body and taking in copious amounts of handfuls. his lips brush against your knee, and you assume it to be accidental. nothing but a light touch that wasn't intended to make your head spin, but it does. that's until he keeps his lips there, sticks his tongue out just enough, and glides back up with a warm and wet patch in his wake. your dress has already been ridden up from your grinding, which gives johnny easy access to slip his head underneath and continue his path until he settles on the edge of your bottoms, right beside where you want him most.

it really isn't any surprise when the song ends and johnny has your hand in his, pulling you away from the crowd which cheers as another song—a crowd favorite as it appears—gears up.

outside, the weather isn't much better. hot in the same ways the shed were, but the breeze gently blowing across your stripped body is severely appreciated. you need as much cold as you could get right now, or else you might collapse and ruin a moment that has finally came to fruition.

johnny is in a position similar to before—kneeled in front of you, his head beneath your dress, but nothing is stopping him now. under the light fabric, you're bare. above it too. the straps of your dress have been long pulled down by johnny's overeager hands, even if you don't understand why it's necessary for your tits to greet the night. not when his eyes and hands and lips are all down south.

his lips part as his tongue works you in ways you wouldn't have expected from him. johnny is messy. he licks and slurps and sometimes pulls back to spit on your cunt, only to flatten his tongue out and clean up his work. through the wall pressing against your back you can hear another track playing, one of your personal favorites, and you almost whine for johnny to hurry up and make you cum so you can go back inside. almost.

johnny moves a little lower, he throws your leg over his shoulder, and he sticks his rounded tongue into your entrance and jesus, how could you ever even consider rushing an artist when he's so devoted to his craft?

you lift your dress with one hand, keeping it bunched against your waist while your other hand pushes through johnny's hair. he's let it grow out a bit, and you don't fail to notice how it's the perfect length for this. your fingers easily curl around the strands and you pull him closer to you, moaning when his nose bumps against your clit just right. you expect him to chastise you for trying to control him, just like he did earlier in the night. but he doesn't do anything other than wrap his hand around the knee that dangles on his shoulder and continue his work with more vigor, if even possible.

it doesn't take much longer for you to cum. not when you've been specifically holding out in hopes that something even similar to this, with him and only him, would happen this summer. when you do cum, your legs shaking and the heel of your foot digging into the center of johnny's back, he helps you through it. he leads you, just the same as he does when you're dancing together. he doesn't stop and just when you think he won't stop at all, he does.

he stands, stares at you long enough for you to notice the glisten on his pretty lips and along his chin, and then he kisses you. his lips move along your mouth the same way they did on your cunt.

he presses his tongue into your mouth, gliding it along yours, letting you taste yourself and the flavor isn't unenjoyable when it's coming from him. he pulls back, his nose bumping against yours again as you breathe together.

he gears up to say something, probably something smug if the look in his eye is any indicator, but he's interrupted by the clear sound of music and two voices, one distinct and the other unrecognizable.

johnny presses his lips to yours one final time, this kiss much softer and leaving more to the imagination, and then he realigns your underwear, pulls your dress down, and puts his hand in yours.

"c'mon." he pulls you in the opposite direction of the shed.

[fishfishfishfishfishfishfish1]

darrel shaynne curtis jr is a dancer because i said so

[crazyf0rswayze]

Can you write about Johnny Castle (Dirty Dancing) with a girlfriend who’s jealous of Baby please? Like she distances herself from Johnny because she feels as if he is falling in love with Baby when in reality they’re just friends. I love angst ngl😭 And thank you for reading this:)

This is pretty bad bc I haven't really written angst 😭 but here you go

This is a place where I don't feel alone

This is a place where I feel at home

Y/N POV

Johnny was the most loving and caring person imaginable. We never let our dance partners get between us. I never let the guys in and he never let the girls in. But ever since I got back from my trips and my performances it feels different. She had everything I didn't and she was beautiful and young. Sure, she was only a year younger than me but it just felt like she was ages younger than me. Just youthful and perfect and...I don't know. This feeling of slight betrayal started the day I walked in on them practicing in the studio. She seemed like she could keep her hands off him and he seemed as if his hands were like magnets and she was a smooth piece of metal. They didn't hear me open the door or see me. So I went right back out. I didn't tell Johnny what I saw and I didn't address it to him. I knew if I had a worry I could come to him but it felt different this time. I would still spend my nights with him, lying in his bed as he slept, looking at the ceiling and wondering if I was good enough. What is he wanted her instead? It always felt like he was spending every hour with her. I got no time with him and when he got back to the cabin he was always tired. I guess I was a little jealous of her because she had all his time and she go all of the touch that I craved. And everybody else has left me minus him. I never ever felt like I was good enough for him and this didn't help. What if this was the time that he realized I wasn't enough and he left like everybody else did? He was this big star and I was just this small dancer who few knew about. I mostly did tap and slow partner dances like Johnny did all the time.

"I have to go to the studio today ok?" Johnny said as he stood up to stretch after he woke up. I rolled over to look at him and put on a fake smile.

"Ok"

"You ok? You seem like you haven't been sleepin' well these past few days" He says in his beautiful, deep voice.

"Um..yea. I-I guess it's a little bit of jet lag" I lie. What was really happening is that horrible thoughts would run through my head every night and I would have small nightmares about Johnny leaving.

"Ok Y/n" he says walking across the room to the chair holding his black hoodie and his duffel bag.

"I think I'm gonna visit Penny today." I say softly and he walks back to the side of the bed and sits down.

"Yea?" he asks, grabbing a pair of worn sneakers and putting them on

"Yea. She deserves it. Oh and God, what happened to her is just horrible. I feel so bad about what happened. And knowing what that other doctor could have done....God. I know you two are close, and I know you're upset that you can't do the end of summer dance with her" I say sitting up and resting my head on his shoulder. He looks at me and then back out the window.

"Are you mad at me?" I ask worried.

"Of course not baby! Why would I be mad?" he asks looking in my eyes

"I-I don't know." I say. I don't know exactly why, but I felt tear prick my eyes. He pecks my lips and stands up.

"I'll see you this afternoon ok?" He says leaning over my body what was now lying back down.

"I don't want you to go..." I say, reaching for his hand and linking our pointer fingers together. He slowly pulls away

"I have to. You know that if I could do the end of summer dance with you I would"

"I already know most of it!"

"Show me then" he says with a teasing smirk

"I'm too tired" I say. He chuckles a little and walks to the door. He walks out shutting it softly behind him. My fake smile falls of my face immediately after he walks away from the cabin. I loved him I really, really did...but everything felt different. Like he didn't love me anymore. Like he wanted to be way from me. So I'll give him what he wants. I'll stay away from him...

"Hi Penny" I say softly as I enter her cabin.

"Y/n!!?" she says as a smile breaks onto her face.

"How are you? How do you feel? Johnny told me what happened. I'm so so sorry you had to go through that." I ramble as I sit in the chair beside her bed.

"I feel lots better. I'll be out of bed tomorrow, the doctor said. Otherwise I've been fine. I'm a little disappointed I won't do the end of summer dance with Johnny though"

"Yea...you guys always have the best performances" I say smiling quickly, and then looking down at my legs. They were friends before I met Johnny but from everything that happened to me....I still get scared. I think Penny sensed that.

"He's not leaving you. Ever. When you guys met he came to me to ask me how he should ask you out. He's so in love sweetheart. He would spend practices talking about you...I had to shut him up all the time!!" Penny expresses.

"I'm just worried...He hasn't said 'I love you' since I got back."

"Please don't tell him Penny....I swear I'll tell him how I feel." I add on

"I wouldn't do that to you hun" she says.

"I'm so sorry, but I have to go. I'll visit tomorrow ok?" I say

"Ok...I'll see you then" she says with and excited smile on her face

TIME SKIP TO A WEEK LATER - MONDAY

It's late-ish, and I was sitting in my bed journaling when I heard a knock on my door. There's only about 4 people that would come to my door, so I didn't bother who it is.

"Come it!" I shout

"Hey Penny!" I say as she walks in my door. I close my journal and put my pen down. I was sitting criss-cross (apple sauce) on my bed. I pat a spot beside me and she sits.

"Johnny's worried....you haven't talked to him in a week and he's halted his practices with Baby." Penny says looking down at her feet. I sit there silent.

"Why did he stop practicing?"

"Because he thought you'd come back. Y/n he needs you. He asks me every day if I've heard from you, if your mad, if you hate him, if you hate Baby....just try and talk to him"

"I'm no good Penny!! I don't understand why he needs me, why he loves me..."

"Because you stayed. He went all over the country and you went with him. Because you never left. Everyone left him, but not you."

"You didn't leave" I say looking at her. She looks back at me and smiles

"He wants you not me...don't make this about me sweets. Just go visit him" She says

"Fine...I'll see him." I say. I stand up and grab my shoes putting them on before walking out the door. I look back at Penny with a pout

"Go!" She whisper shouts. I walk out the door and softly close it behind me. I take a deep breath before walking to Johnny's cabin. I get there quickly. Once I reach Johnny's house I start panicking. What if he yells? What if he says we're done? What if he slams the door in my face? I start to fidget with my fingers. I take deep breaths and after about three minutes of panicking that almost brought me to tears, I knock on the door. Johnny opens the door with out really looking at me. He lifts his head to look at me. His eyes are red and puffy and his nose is red. He pulls me into a tight hug, slowly walking backwards into to cabin. He shuts the door and rocks me side to side. I slowly and hesitantly wrap my arms around his body. I feel his tears drop onto my hair...

"Why did you leave? Why did you leave...I need you...you can't leave." he whispers. I didn't respond. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to.

"I missed you so much, I-I couldn't sleep. My bed felt so empty" he whispers as he sniffles. I look up at his eyes with tears in mine

"Why did you go?" He asks again, looking in my eyes with his teary ones.

"Because I though you would be better off without me. You...you seemed like you wanted her." Johnny looks at me with disbelief. His brows furrow with sadness. 

"Never! I would never ever leave you! She's just a dance partner...maybe a friend but she is nothing compared to you. You're my world. Y-you're my everything Y/n. Why why why would you think I would leave you for her!?" Johnny says, with his hands cupping my cheeks.

"Because she's so perfect! She has beautiful eyes and beautiful hair and a wonderful body. She just looks so much younger." I say as tears trickle down my cheeks and hit Johnny's hands.

"Come here" He says as he grabs my hand and walks me over to the mirror. He stands behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, and puts his head on my shoulder. He turns his head and leaves a light kiss on my neck, making me giggle. His arms depart from my waist and he moves his head away from my shoulder.

"I love this" he says, petting my hair, and kissing my head.

"I love these too" he says, pointing to my eyes. He walks so he's in front of me, but when he points something out he moves so I can see myself in the mirror.

"I love these" he says, kissing my lips softly. He moves so I can see myself.

"I love this" he says, placing kisses all on my collar bone. He moves again so I can see.

"I love this" he says, getting on his knees and kissing my stomach. I giggle at the sight, and the ticklish feeling.

"Oh god and I love love love! these" he says lying multiple kisses on my bare thighs. He stands back up and looks in my eyes.

"I. Love. You. I love how caring you are, I love your cuddles and your kisses, I love how you laugh, I love your smile, I love how sympathetic and understanding you are, I love you. And I couldn't stop to save my life." He says the last part with an airy chuckle.

"I lov-" I get cut off by a finger pressed against my lips.

"This is about you not me ok? I appreciate you trying" He says with a jokey smile.

"But I wanna tell you how much I love you" I say with a pout.

"Fine" he says

"I love how you dance, I love your hugs and cuddles and kisses, I love to see you smile because it's so rare that you do, I love how when you laugh you look down to hide how red your face gets, I love how caring you are and how you get worried over small things...I love that a lot actually...um... I love how tall you are, because when we hug my head can be on your chest....I love you. And I won't stop. I'm sorry I stopped talking to you. But I'm happy we worked it out" I say going on my toes to kiss his pretty lips.

"You dance amazingly by the way" he says. I smile at him

"I'm tired" I say.

"Gosh me too. I'm so happy that my bed won't be so empty now." he says.

"Me too...I'll admit my bed felt pretty empty too" I say walking a few feet from him so I could undress. I take off my shirt and shorts and Johnny takes off his shirt and jeans. I walk back over to him and place a hand on his chest. I pull his head down so I can kiss him. We make out for a few minutes then pull away for air.

"I love you" he says. He walks over to the bed and lies down on it before lifting the blanket over his beautiful body. I stand there like an idiot,just looking at him.

"Come here" he says softly. I walk over to my side of the bed and get cozy under the sheets. I scoot closer to him and put my head against his chest. His strong arms wrap snugly around my waist.

"I love you more than anything else, and I'm not going anywhere. You stayed with me...you always did. And in return I'm going to stick with you no matter what because after everything that has happened to you...you deserve it." he says before kissing my head.

"I love you too" I mumble tiredly. I soon drift to sleep,safe in my lovely boyfriend's arms again.

[oceansssblue]

hi hello!!! i love your stories, and I’ve been getting back into bad batch and i’d love to request a piece of your writing!! could i have an AFAB reader x hunter please? reader is their professional field medic and certified mechanic, who was an old competitive dancer all throughout school, academy days, and training. one day, she’s cleaning up in the ship and finds a stowaway holopad and holodisk that’s full of readers performances from years past of every single one of their dance performances. as reader watches through the numerous amounts of performances, omega and the others see and asks to watch all of her performances with the reader. later on, when reader is asleep, omega brings up the topic of the reader being a dancer to the others and hunter, and nudges him in the direction of learning one of her favorite dances for the upcoming summer festivals in Pabu.

and then cue hunter struggling how to learn the iconic dance and lift from Dirty Dancing.

reader finds out, because crosshair mentioned in passing to fluster the reader about their not-so-secret crush on their sergeant. reader plans to make their move and catch hunter during practice—and gets him at the right time. hunter reluctantly agrees to do the dance with her, but insists it’s nowhere near as good as her recorded performances. as they run through the dance, the reader goes for the jump and hunter successfully lifts them in the air—which leans to reader being so excited they kiss hunter as a thank you. confessions ensue, and the whole squad saw it.

sorry if it’s a lot—i just like to be detailed,,can’t wait to see what you come up with!!!!

Hi! I'm glad u liked my stories, ty! Bruh, I laughed SO MUCH imagining serious fierce determined Hunter doing the dirty dance lmao. But your wish is my command, so here you go love!

Xx,

Sky.

"A JUMP OF FAITH"

HUNTER/F READER 📩💖

WARNINGS: noneee, this is pure dancing&kisses&fluff.

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There isn't a period of your life you can remember without losing yourself in a dance. You have blurred memories of yourself stumbling on your own steps with no more than four years old, trying to follow the way your parents happily danced with each other in the kitchen, love and peace almost breathable in the air of your small home. You remember how you grinned, wide-eyed, when they first took you to your first ever dance class; how excited you always were when school finished and they drived you there in the afternoons. You danced throughout school, medical care academy, and the years you spent getting a degree in engineering and mechanics. Hell, you even danced through your combat training period with the GAR; finding strength and comfort in well-learnt rutines, moves and steps you could pull elegantly and effortlesly even with your eyes closed, letting the music and muscle memory guide you. Those little moments allowed you to carry on.

When you find your old holodisks while cleaning and tidying up the Marauder –thank the Maker these guys have you, if not they could be covered in their own dirt by now– an involuntary nostalgic smile spreads through your face. Your parents made sure to record every single one of your performances, every competition year after year after year; gifting them all to you in a heartfelt goodbye when you announced you were going to travel to Coruscant and volunteer for the GAR four years ago.

You're half way through your records when Omega joins you sitting down on the corridor floor; curiously peering down onto your cracked datapad.

"What are you watching?" She asks, then gasps when she recognices your figure in the video. "That's you! I knew you danced, but not like that!"

You chuckle and turn the screen towards her. Omega's eyes don't leave the datapad; nor your body moving almost ethereally through the recording.

"Yeah, I did competitions and everything, before the war" you tell her with a small smile. "Mum and dad went to every single one".

"Wow" Omega grins up at you, tilting her head. "What's your favourite?"

"My favorite dance?" You hum thoughtfully. Then, tap away in your datapad, finding the right recording. "Probably this one. It's a style called dirty dancing. It's fun and carefree, while also sensual and pasionate".

Omega stares at the way your old self smirks to the male dancer in the video. You let her watch the whole dance; her eyes growing wider with the final iconic jump.

"I miss having a dance partner" you laugh, watching with a fond smile your old friend hiking you up on his hands. "There's only so many moves you can practice on your own... I loved trying those challenging ones".

Omega hums, lost in her own thoughts.

"Can I keep this? For a few days?" She asks, hopeful. "I'd like to watch a few more".

You shrug in acceptance; then caress her shoulder affectionately.

"You can keep them for the whole month if you want. As long as you take care of them and give them back..."

Omega gives you a radiant smile.

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Two nights after that, when you're asleep on Tech's bunk –the goggled clone piloting the Marauder back to safety–, Hunter catches Omega wide awake in the middle of the night, eyes glued to a datapad he doesn't recognise as one of Tech's, and a almost concentrated expresion on her face.

"What are you watching, kid?" He asks her, gently, staring up at her small makeshift bedroom they managed to arrange for her.

Omega blinks and pauses the video. Her innocent face fills with childish excitement.

"Star's old dancing performances! Did you know she went to competitions and everything?" she gushes, whispering confidentionally.

Hunter smiles silently.

"I didn't know that, no. So she let you watch her recordings, then?"

Hunter is very curious, he can't deny that. He's dying to have a look through that datapad.

Omega nods and quickly finds the specific video on the datapad files.

"Yeah, she even showed me her favourite once. It's called dirty dancing. Here, you can watch yourself!"

Omega all but pushes the datapad into Hunter's hands, and he has no other option –nor he wants to– to stare at your recording, your figure dancing flawlessly through the screen. He has a fond tiny smile on his face without even realising it.

"Why don't you learn that dance and surprise her for the upcoming festival in Pabu, Hunter?" She suggests, whispering excitedly.

Hunter swallows nervously.

"I... Don't think I'll be able to pull that, kid".

"I disagree" Tech's voice suddenly cuts in the conversation at his back, and Hunter turns around expectantly towards him. The Marauder must be set in automatic course now. "We're naturally agile and have trained our coordination skills for years; I believe learning a dance such as this once is only a matter of effort and practice. At least to cover a minimum and do a decent job; not achieving a profesional level, that is".

Hunter hesitates. He feels like he'll look ridiculous trying this. But oh, to see that expresion on your face...

Omega grins.

"Come on, Hunter! There's a whole month left and Tech and I can give you tips and help you learn the rutine. She mentioned the other day just how much she missed having a dancing partner. It'll make her so happy!"

Hunter sighs, negative crumbling down with their insistence. Who would have told him that a soldier like him would have to learn how to dance, huh?

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Crosshair's new favorite hobby is watching Hunter struggling to learn Star's dance. It's ridiculous, really; how the firm, fierce, determined sargeant turns to a nervous uncoordinated mess as soon as the music starts playing on Tech's datapad. He has made some considerable progress in the last two weeks, sure; but Hunter has a long way to go still. Crosshair is also delighted to watch the frustration on his goggled brother's face and needs to swallow his laugh when Tech joins in on the dance too; trying to teach Hunter the moves. The fact that Tech can apparently dance more or less right without proper training doesn't surprise him. Tech knows how to analyse visuals to perfection, pay attention to the details; and replicate fairly well. But Tech's not the dance partner their resident female has really in mind, huh?

Hopefully his brother would be able to properly learn the rutine for Pabu's festival in another two weeks time. Though Crosshair thinks it would be hilarious to watch him embarass himself in front of all Pabu's cheerful model citizens, he knows he wouldn't be able to look at Star in the eyes for days; and he hasn't got the patience to cope with such akwardness without snapping at the both of them.

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"Hey, Omega, did you finish watching those old vids?" You ask her almost a whole month after you lend her your datapad. "I was thinking on getting the pieces I need to fix it next time we make a pit stop to refuel".

Her eyes widens, and she smiles almost nervously.

"Uh, no... No, I haven't" she looks up at you guiltily. "Can I keep it for a week more?"

It's sweet she likes your recorded performances so much –and a bit strange, honestly–, so you nod in acceptance. Instead of smiling and staying with you to chat a bit longer though –like she would usually do–, Omega quickly dissapears under the excuse of having promised Wrecker a game of dejarik –periodically glancing backwards at you– in a way that feels too much like running away.

You frown completely confused. Crosshair stops in the corridor besides you, leaning lazily against the wall and watching Omega's hurried retreat as well. You tilt your head, pensive.

"Any idea what was that all about?" You ask hopefully.

Crosshair hums uncomitedly and stays quiet for a few seconds; perhaps pondering if he should give you an answer or not.

"They have this little show going on where Tech and Omega try to teach Hunter that dance you like so much". He finally confesses.

Your eyes fly towards him, stunned.

Crosshair shrugs.

"They wanted to surprise you in Pabu's festival" he pats your shoulder almost mockingly. "Seems you're crush on your sergeant is not that unrequited".

Crosshair almost swaggers out of sight; and though a small part of you feels embarassed for him noticing your feelings and irritated for ruining the surprise, it can't compare to how warm and loved you suddenly feel by the secret revealed. Hunter's learning dirty dancing for you. Hunter. For you.

The knowledge of such an important person to you, the man that holds your heart between his fingers, doing such a thoughtful gesture for you, pushing in hours of his time, is enough to make you melt. You can't help but smile for the rest of your day.

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The Marauder is stationed in the middle of Aksiis forest, the Batch unanumously deciding to make one last pit stop here for the night before continuing your trip to Pabu. It has been a long two-months, and all of you are feeling a bit desperate to return to safety, to Pabu's peaceful coast line and it's wonderfully kind people; everyone will be even happier than usual with the summer festival finally taking place.

You walk to the cockpit after walking up from your small nap, and Crosshair's the only one there. You arch an eyebrow in a silent question and he makes an equally silent gesture with his head to the outsides of the ship; a desinterested expresion on his face. You nod and walk down the ramp. You swear you could completely communicate without words for days with Crosshair.

You hear music playing low, and you hesitate for just a second. Then you find your resolve again and approach them with a fond smile on your face. This is all very sweet, it really is; but you don't want this moment with Hunter happening for the first time in the middle of a crowded loud festival, all of your feelings being shared temptatively for the first time for all to gossip and stare. A nice, quiet night with just your newfound family sounds perfect instead.

Hunter is so engrossed with his rutine he doesn't even hear you arrive; only Omega widening her eyes and quickly pointing it out.

"S-star!" she stutters, surprised. "Uh, Hunter... Hunter, we got company".

Tech presses pause, and Hunter turns sharply towards you, eyes widening too at the shock of being caught. Wrecker's eyes flicker from one to the other in a very obvious, caught red-handed nervous expresion.

You chuckle and cross your arms in front of you.

"So this is where you all dissapear to, huh?"

Tech quickly furrows his brow, connecting the dots.

"Please, do not act as if Crosshair hasn't told you a word of this. For such a talent in dancing, your acting definitevely needs some work on top of that mediocre skill".

"Tech" Hunter calls him, firmly, voice low, and the goggled clone readjusts his lenses before standing up and clearing his throat.

"Apologies if I somehow offended you" he quickly offers, then makes a hand sign to Wrecker and Omega. "We will give you some space now".

The three of them walk away –Tech completely undisturbed by the whole act and the other two following him after showing you a guilty puppy smile–. "Space" appearently means sitting down on the Marauder's ramp, where your's and Hunter's figures are still very much visible. You ignore them and give Hunter a fond smile.

"So you've been learning how to dirty dance?" you ask, trying to control the eagerness inside.

Hunter actually blushes; the unusual sight surprises you, and you have to restrain yourself not to coo and cuddle up to him. He's got no right to be sexy and adorable at the same time. It isn't fair.

"Yeah" he plays with his bandana, tugging it down a tad nervously. "I'm afraid I'm still not very good, though".

You smile encourangingly.

"I doubt it. Plus, it always feels weird to practice on your own, less natural if it's a two person dance like this one. Want us to try together?"

Hunter had picture this going different in his mind. On Pabu, with a beautiful sunset; but you're beautiful enough for everything. And you're so excited... He can read it easily on your posture and eyes.

He sighs and offers a small smile.

"Alright. Tech?" He turns and calls to him, louder. "Mind playing the track one more time?"

Omega claps excitedly, Wrecker whistling cheerfully, and you take your position besides Hunter; shooting him a grin and watching him with the corner of your eye.

The music starts playing slowly. You smile to Hunter invitingly, aware that this dance is going to take much more physical contact than what you're both used to. He grabs your waist, hand then sliding up to your upper back, while you gently grab his bicep. When Hunter helps you make the initial tiny dip back, and pulls you back to him afterwards, your heart stutters and a radiant smile shows on your face. This is a dream come true for you.

You turn around shyly, standing in front of his body now, and softly drag your left hand downwards through his hair and neck while he caresses your hip gently. Your eyes lock, your body almost reclined on his; warmth spreads inside of you, the kind of feeling that's a mix between fondness, embarassment and delight bubbling inside of you. Hunter's hand finds yours; and then, just when the music changes the slow beat to something more quick and fun, he makes you spin away from him with a quick push, before tugging you back towards him and your body quickly steps into a well learnt rutine with your new dance partner.

You're both very focused on each move at first. It takes a bit of adjustment; you're not used to dancing with each other, Hunter is still learning, and it's being a while since you practiced this. It would be kind of pathetic to stumble –being a profesional– while Hunter nailed his steps perfectly. Soon, though, your matching grins widen; and you whole heartedly trust each other with every spin and twist, each success making your feet move faster and more self-assured until you're both flying over your secluded spot on Aksiis forest, lost in each other's eyes and the music.

It's exhilarating. It took you years of practicing together for you and your past dance partner to reach this level of complicity, of understanding; but it's easy with Hunter, the conection and syncronization almost natural, and you wonder if it's all a result of your mutual –now clear– feelings.

Hunter takes his spot on the solo part of his dance and you watch him with a grin, a chuckle escaping your lips. He shoots one back at you. He probably feels a bit self-conscious and a bit ridiculous, the soldier that he is; but he sees the delight and amusement in your eyes, the affection, hears your beating heart, and he'll do this and more to see that smile lighting up your face one more time.

He gives you a tiny nod to show that he's ready and you run towards him, jumping just an inch away from where he's waiting for you and trusting your body to him wholeheartedly. He doesn't let you down. Hunter catches you perfectly, quickly pushing your weight up over his head with two firm hands on either side of your pelvic; holding you steady as if you weight nothing for him. Hands spread to the sides and legs elegantly straight, eight foots away from the floor, you feel like you're flying; and the carefree, purely unadulerated happiness bubbles out of you in the form of laughter.

You're still laughing when Hunter carefully brings you back down to earth, both of your bodies sliding slowly against the other, pressed up together while your eyes lock once again. He's smiling as well, enjoying the sincere happiness etched on your face; love and fondness clear in his chocolate eyes. You kiss him; you can't help yourself.

Hunter smiles into your lips and tightens his hands on your hips affectionately. He'd learn a thousend more dances if this is his reward.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

"Crosshair, what are you doing?" Tech asks when he catches his twin with a datapad on his hands, holding it in the direction of Hunter and Star.

The sniper snorts quietly.

"I thought it was obvious" he drawls in his caracteristic low voice. "I'm recording".

Omega smiles.

"Aw, Crosshair, that's sweet! I'm sure Star would love to have this dance filmed as well" the girl agrees.

Tech hums, watching the couple dance completely in sync. He did a good job teaching him.

"Very considerate, yes" he acepts.

Crosshair huffs.

"Not really. I'm just making sure they feel in debt with me" he replies, still filming, and not caring if his words stay recorded forever. "They won't be able to throw shit at me for weeks".

Tech shakes his head, and Omega and Wrecker both laugh in a mix of exasperation and fondness. Crosshair smirks.

They all inevitably hold their breath when Hunter catches Star and pushes her over his head; smiling unconciously.

"He did it!" Wrecker exclaims excitedly.

Tech smiles proudly.

"He only had to drop me four times to manage it".

Crosshair chuckles. He zooms in.

Hunter and Star kiss; both melting in each others arms like they're missing pieces of each other's puzzle. Omega coos fondly, Wrecker grins and punches the air in a sign of victory, while Tech clears his throat slightly uncomfortable with the display of affection. Crosshair rolls his eyes.

When the kiss turns more passionate and less innocent, their bodies pressing up together with more purpose now, Crosshair stops recording and tugs at Omega's hand, dragging his goggled twin with the other one. Wrecker laughs and tags along after them, getting inside of the Marauder again.

"Okay" Crosshair snorts. "Enough of watching mum and dad making out, let's call it a day".

THE END.

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Taraa! I haven't watched dirty-dancing, actually, but I did watch the dance like three or four times for this so I hope i did it okay! Hope you like it :)

With this request we finish the second part of the requests masterlist (that's 20 requests y'all)! I will re-open a third part in the future, not to worry.

We're only two followers away from a 100!! I have something special prepared 👀 I really think (&hope) y'all like it!

Xx,

Sky.

Back go main masterlist here:

[biggestsimponhere]

“Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold”

I love Diego Luna with all my heart, I want a hug.

[navybrat817]

Stud and Smartie (or really any version of Bucky x Reader) dancing around just to have Steve interrupt them. 😂

[russsiangirl]

dancing with patrick zweig... ( x reader )

this man cannot keep his hands off of you.. he loves holding onto you whenever and however he can. he definitely watched dirty dancing ( per your request ) and was like "hey we should try that.." so you did! Patrick looked down at you with that stupid smirk on his face. You had tried to focus on stepping on time, tried your best. But he was just so distracting. His hands were rough from years of tennis but they felt so nice against your warm skin. Your breath was heavy as you went to go start the dance over again for what felt like the millionth time. "Look, are you even trying here?" You can tell he's messing with you, but you still don't let up. One thing you didn't expect from Patrick was that he knew how to dance, and he knew how to dance pretty damn well.

"I'm sorry Mommy and Daddy didn't get me dance classes when I was younger." You knew it was a low blow, it definitely was. But you loved riling Patrick up, seeing how far he would take it. What his breaking point was. You grinned as he huffed before tightening his grip and pulling you flush against him, chest to chest, hip to hip. Your breath caught in your throat as he lowered his head down to the shell of your ear, his breath hot against it.

“You think Mommy and Daddy taught me how to do this?” His voice was a low rasp as he snickered in your ear. The position you were in didn’t exactly help either. Your chests were pressed against each other as you were slightly perched on his thigh. Y’all were trying to copy the dance from ‘Dirty Dancing’ after all.

Leaning back slightly, you put your hands on his chest, pushing away lightly. “You’re a prick, y’know?” There was no heat behind the insult, it was purely playful. But with the way Patrick looked at you, eyes lidded and mouth parted slightly - you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“Yeahh, but you love it, don’t you?” Well, you’re fucked. You try to find a reason to leave, to get out, to break out of the trance that Patrick Zweig has you in. You can’t leave though, you can’t lose what you have, can’t lose this moment.  Your jaw drops just a bit at his question. Almost shocked, almost. You knew Patrick. You knew how he played. Tennis or not. Your face flushes at the proximity, how close you were - how you were practically on his lap. It was seriously fucking you up.

Your gaze drags from his beautiful green eyes to his pretty lips, his lips that just begged you to kiss him. You wanted to kiss him so bad, to drown every smartass comment that he had with your lips. You wanted him to be speechless, you wanted Patrick Zweig to shut the fuck up for once. You wanted to kiss that stupid smirk off of his face.

So you did.

You cupped his face with your hands, practically cradling his jaw as you smashed your lips onto his. A shocked gasp rising in his throat before you swallowed it down yourself. It’s sloppy, desperate, a last-resort to tell him how you really feel. Inhaling quickly as he picked you up by the backs of your thighs, his grip slightly painful. The only thing you could focus on right now was him.

This was gonna be complicated.

I WAS NOT PLANNING ON WRITING FOR PATRICK BUT OOOOOOh. yea guys!!! sorry if this is a bit much im .. yeah

[terrence-silver]

80s terry with a beloved that loves dirty dancing and always asks terry to lift her the same way

And he does. Effortlessly. He undoubtedly doesn't even need a pool of water to balance himself in for preparation's sake the way Patrick Swayze in the movie iconically did. I imagine he just takes beloved and lifts them up over his head with both hands like they weigh nothing at all and smiles as he does it the entire time because he's just about flaunting his size, overall physical prowess right along with his strength. Man isn't 6'5 for nothing.

[bettyfrommars]

Dirty Metal Summer

a Dirty Dancing au

Part 3: Crimson and Clover

Eddie x fem!Reader & Steve x older!OC

masterlist playlist

18+MDNI, not too many warnings for this part just mention of losing a parent, hint to an abusive relationship, alcohol consumption, tons of awkward flirting, eventual smut, but very much a slow burn. Steve is in his mid-late 20's, aunt Kim is mid 30's to early 40's, or whatever age you are, dear reader.

wc: 4.5k

Summary: Hello! We're getting to know a bit more about the character dynamics, listening to some of Eddie's thoughts, and catching a glimpse at a third possible romance on the horizon. Preparing us for the wild ride that starts in the next chapter.

Songs for this chapter: Under the Milky Way/The Church Edge of a Broken Heart/Vixen Seek and Destroy/Metallica

The shores of the resort were thick the next day with people who worshiped the sun, playfully kicking at the water in their bathing suits, stretched out in their lounge chairs, glistening in layers of Hawaiian Tropic tanning oil.  

You, on the other hand, were still fully clothed, covered in SPF, under one of the big umbrella’s the resort offered with your headphones on to drown out the sound of the screaming children.  Your dad was in the shade next to you, absorbed in a book, while aunt Kim caught some rays on her backside in a black one-piece that was high at the hip, flipping through an issue of People magazine.  It was the Summer of Love issue celebrating the 1960’s with the Beatles on the front and the quote: “It’s 20 years later, do you know where your love beads are?”

“Don’t you want to get in the water, Bird?” Your aunt cooed politely, adjusting her big sunglasses on her face.

You shook your head, pulling your headphones down.  “I think I’ve developed a phobia of public watering holes.”

“Suit yourself,” she sat up and brushed herself off.  “I think I’ll take a quick dip.”

“Watch out for sharks,” you quipped, earning the weight of a magazine being thrown at your hip.

“This has been enough excitement for me,” your dad cleared his throat, placing a bookmark to save his spot, standing from his chair, knees popping.  “I think I’ll head in, get some writing done before dinner.”

“Later dad,” you mumbled, wishing you had an excuse to hide in a room by yourself all day.  

Once he was gone, Kim took a drink out of her water bottle and heaved a sigh.  “I wish the two of you would give this place a chance.  Look at that lake!” She stretched her arm out, pointing. “It’s breathtaking.”

You gazed out at the expanse of the cheery, vacation scene, bursting with melancholy.  “Mom would’ve loved this place,” you choked on the last word, not sure where that fresh pang of emotion had come from.  

Kim chewed the inside of her cheek, equally adrift in reverie, when a body stepped up to block the sun, putting her in its shadow.  “I was hoping I’d run into you again.” 

The body belonged to Steve, and he was shirtless, in a pair of navy-blue Staff swim trunks, short and slightly snug against his hairy thighs, and flip flops.  His lips were glossy, and even though he wore sunglasses, he had to shield his face with his hand, squinting against the sun so hard that his top lip curled.

Kim tried to speak so fast she coughed, wondering if she looked too frumpy in the suit she had on.  What was she thinking? He had to be a good 10 years younger than her, no way he was interested in—

“Kim, right?” He aimed a finger gun at her, but then he struggled a bit with your name, snapping his fingers to ignite recollection.

“And you’re Steve,” Kim's eyes couldn’t help but land on the silver chain nestled in his ample chest hair.  “Did you, um, are you working on your tan?”

It took him a second to catch what she was referring to, and then he smirked, pulling a crumpled polo from his back pocket.  “I jumped in to cover lifeguard duty for a buddy of mine,” and then he shifted his sunglasses to the top of his head and so did she.  “If you ever need a swimming lesson, I’m your guy.”

“You’re a swim instructor too?” Kim asked, impressed. Steve put his hands on his hips, accentuating broad shoulder muscles.

“Nah,” he shrugged, tucking his chin. “But I’d do my best.”

You dropped your gaze to the sketchbook you’d been doodling in, trying to pretend like you weren’t listening.  From the headphones around your neck, the song Under the Milky Way by The Church played and a handful of kids ran by you giggling, dusting sand onto your blanket.

Steve wished you a good afternoon just before he excused himself, seemingly headed back to the pool area.  You thought he’d been on his way somewhere else, but you were mistaken.

“I think he likes you,” you swirled a few doodles, raising an eyebrow.

“Noooo,” Kim gave a long protest, adjusting the straps of her bathing suit.  “He works here, it’s his job to be friendly.  

“Yeah? Is it his job to keep checking over his shoulder at you as he walks away?”

Kim peeked just as the man in question tripped over his own feet.  Regaining his balance, he waved and said, “I’m okay,” and then proceeded to put his shirt back on as he approached the lifeguard station. 

It was your turn to stiffen and feel tingly all over when you spotted Eddie strolling down the sidewalk from the main house, wearing a tool belt loose at his hips to accompany his denim and staff shirt attire.  

From the way he knocked that Lance guy out with one punch the other night, you wondered if his hand hurt.  Adjusting yourself, you wet your lips, as if he’d spot you or something, which was impossible from that distance.  He cut in front of the fenced pool area, heading for the outdoor bar that had a thatched roof like you’d see at a tropical beach.  For the first time that day, you noticed that Chrissy was working the area, carting fancy drinks around to the guests at the pool.  Her blonde ponytail bobbed as she turned from what she was doing to talk to him.  

She dipped her chin a few times in answer to whatever questions he was asking, and then he squeezed her arm affectionately before taking off again.  

“Do you want anything from the bar?” You got to your feet, dropping your Walkman to the towel.

Kim cocked her head, considering the question.  “Is it too early for alcohol?”

Eddie was back on the path, his back to you as he got further away, but your attention was on Chrissy mixing cocktails in a metal shaker.  

“I can see if they have mimosas?” You weren’t thirsty, really, but you were curious.  

Kim decided on a bloody mary and asked you to put it on her tab, slipping you a few bucks for a tip.  

The smile Chrissy gave you as you approached was polite, but it did not reach her eyes.  “What can I get for ya?”

You told her, fumbling over your words a bit, and then waited on one of the five stools for her to make your drinks.  She scooped ice into a Styrofoam cup and tossed in a jigger of alcohol. You noticed a gold, heart shaped locket around her neck with something engraved on the front.  

“Is it true you used to play with Vixen?” You asked, in awe.

Chrissy’s face fell and she paused to stare at  you.  “Who told you that?”

“Oh, um, Joyce, she, well—sounded like she was proud of you.”

Chrissy went back to work.  “That was a long time ago, back when life was good.”

“It’s not good now?” You were intruding, and you knew it, but still, you couldn’t help yourself.  

Chrissy scoffed. “You could say that. Lemon in your tea?”

You nodded, wondering if there was anything you could say or do to cheer her up.  

“How long have you and Eddie been together?” 

She frowned down at what she was doing.  “Eddie’s not my boyfriend,” she corrected.  “He’s like a brother to me. Known him since I was a kid.”

“Oh I see,” you pressed your lips together, trying not to appear relieved at that news.  

There was a lull of silence as she finished up and you felt compelled to fill it.  “I saw you play with the house band last night.  I think you’re really talented.”

You could hear the click of her molars gnashing together when she placed both drinks in front of you. “Playing lame cover songs for a no-name house band is the best I can do with my life right now. Music is the only thing I’ve ever cared about.”

You used some of your own cash to give her an even bigger tip and scooped up your drinks.

“Hey, wait,” Chrissy called after you. She rubbed her forehead and tried to smile.  “Listen, I’m sorry that I’m, that I’m being such a bitch,” she shrugged. “It’s been a shit couple days.”

You shook your head, cold drinks sweating in your hands, about to tell her that you understood, but the two of you were interrupted.  

“Bird, there you are,” you froze at the sound of Troy’s voice. “Glad to see you’re enjoying the amenities.”

Troy had a green and white tennis outfit on with a racket in his hand, and you caught the way Chrissy tensed and quickly turned away at his entrance.  She folded the tip you’d left and put it in the front pocket of her apron.  He came up close to  you—too close, invading your bubble—and so you shuffled back, bumping into one of the stools.  

“The staff is treating you well, I hope?” He leaned against the tiki bar, and it was not lost on you that Chrissy pretended to be so busy she didn’t notice him.

“Just about to bring this to my aunt,” you lifted the red drink with the celery stick sticking out of it. You glanced at Chrissy, but she went to the other side of the bar to help someone else.  “The service here is impeccable,” you said, loud enough for her to hear.

You headed out and he kept up, sticking by your side. “I’ll walk with you,” he winked.

“Great,” your smile was a tight, thin line.  

—-------

Eddie bent at the waist to sip from the stone drinking fountain near one of the utility sheds and splashed water on his face a few times, combing wet fingers through his hair so that his bangs were off his forehead.  He worked the cool water around the back of his neck, wondering if he had a sunburn.  He loved Indiana for the fall colors and the long winters, but the summer? The summer heat could go fuck itself.  

Water was still dripping from his chin and nose when Steve walked up, sunlight through the leaves making patterns on his face.   

“Did Robin mention we need to borrow your van tomorrow night?” Steve bent down to take a sip from the fountain after he asked it.  

Eddie pulled the bottom of his shirt up to wipe his face, exposing his stomach and trail of hair from his belly button to his waistband.  “As long as you don’t bring it back on empty. What’s wrong with your car?”

“We need to pick up a bunch of Robin’s stuff from her ex’s house,” Steve raised his brows high, locking them in place. “Girl is a bit of a psycho, I don’t want Robbie to go alone.

Over Steve’s shoulder, he caught sight of you making your way back to the umbrella with Troy by your side and he hoped that you were smart enough to know that guy was a piece of shit.

“I work late tomorrow, but I’ll help you unload when you get back,” the tip of Eddie’s tongue rested at the corner of his mouth, eyes darting to you again.  You weren’t some goddess from the cover of a hotrod magazine, or one of the metal babes who always tried to go down on him when he used to play shows with his old band, but yet, without knowing anything about you, the sight of you made his heart jump into his throat.

“Nah, we got it,” Steve talked as the two started walking.  “It’s just a mattress and a chair and some clothes I think.  I told her just to let them go, but it's the principle I suppose.”

“I get it man, believe me,” Eddie once drove three states just to get a rare Scorpions concert tee back from an ex who stomped his heart.

“Hey,” Eddie caught Steve before he headed off in the other direction.  “Jam at the Hideout tonight?”

They bumped fists. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

—-------

The movie Casablanca was the offering at the outdoor theater that night, and respective families cuddled on the lawn on their various blankets and camp chairs under cover of generous tree branches.  Halfway through, you excused yourself from your aunt’s company to find the restroom, and that was when you spotted Chrissy and Troy having what appeared to be a heated conversion at the curve of the sidewalk near the rose garden.  You ducked behind a tree just as Humphrey Bogart said one of his infamous lines on the screen.  

Since everyone’s attention was occupied elsewhere, no one but you saw the way Chrissy pointed in Troy’s face, only for him to snatch her wrist in a way that made you gasp.  She yanked her arm away and turned on her heel, but then he caught up and lunged in front of her.  Whatever he said to her then calmed things down for a moment, she stopped trying to break free, and then he cupped her face as if he were about to kiss her, but she shoved away again.  That time, he let her go.  Hands balled into fists in his pockets, head down, he stormed off in the opposite direction, toward you.

You stood very still, hoping to be mistaken for the thick trunk of the tree, and thankfully, it worked. You came around to glare at his backside, but then trotted after Chrissy.  She was long gone, walking as fast as her feet could carry her along the treeline, and you didn’t think she’d appreciate you screaming her name at the top of your lungs in front of the other guests.  

It was pure luck that made you take notice of something shiny on the ground, a pile of glistening gold on the sidewalk.

It was a necklace, a heart locket to be exact, much like the one you’d noticed around Chrissy’s neck earlier that day.  You ran your thumb over the engraving on the front and let the delicate chain drag along the back of  your hand.  

You were sure that it belonged to Chrissy, the clasp must’ve broken during the struggle with Troy.  You had to get it back to her somehow.  

—-------

“Where are you going?” Your dad asked as you sailed through the living room on your way to the door later that evening.  He looked at his wristwatch.  “It’s almost 11.”

You’d planned on him being in bed already.  “I, well, I ahh—” you scrambled for an excuse, something that wasn’t “I’m going off the property to where people fight and get drunk and listen to metal”.  You were 21 and technically, by the law of the land, could do anything you wanted, but anyone who has ever traveled with family is familiar with the tendency to be treated like a child infinitely.  He loved  you, he worried about you, and you didn’t want him to stay up all night pacing, so, you lied.  

“There’s a meteor shower tonight, and a bunch of the guests are watching from the boat docks,” god, you hoped he wouldn’t fact check you on that.

He shuffled some saltines absently out of a tin.  “You’re still coming on the boat with us tomorrow morning?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you beamed, clenching the front of your jean jacket closed to hide the revealing shirt you wore underneath.  

You raced down the porch steps once you were able, dashing into the night with Chrissy’s necklace safe in your pocket.

—-----

A guy in a Black Sabbath shirt and a drastic mullet with hair down his shoulders moved out of the way for you as you crossed the bridge, and then you had to stand there and take a breath. Robin wasn’t with you and you hadn’t been invited to the Hideout this time, maybe they wouldn’t want you?  Surely you could find Chrissy at work the next day and give her the necklace then? Fuck it, you were almost there.  

You could hear the shrill feedback from a guitar and then someone speaking into a microphone.  Was that Eddie’s voice? Your heart raced.  People cheered at whatever was said, and then the drum beat kicked in a few times, followed by guitar riffs, and a woman’s voice singing the Vixen intro to Edge of a Broken Heart.

“I can't believe I could have been so blind

But love is strange

I thought about it for a long long time

But the truth remains”

You could feel the music in your chest.  Was that Chrissy? Perhaps it was the “band practice” Robin told you about, but the music didn’t sound at all like what you’d expect to hear from the conservative house band. The sliding door was open once you were in view, with people mingling outside, and you dodged around them, sucking in a plume of secondhand smoke from a passerby.   

Slithering through a few more bodies, you stepped right over the spot where Lance had gone down the night before, and then you had the perfect view of Chrissy exercising her impressive pipes on the microphone under a few ropes of tiny, pale string lights.  

Steve was on bass, hair flopping in his face, his mouth holding an “O” shape as he played. He had on a thin white tee that was soaked through with sweat on the front atop belted blue jeans.  Eddie arched back, exposing his throat, his fingers deftly working the strings on his smoke black Warlock guitar.  He had a Bark at the Moon shirt on with wide, ripped out arm holes exposing the tattoo work on his ribs.  His hair hung in his face when he bent over to play, a frown of concentration knitting his brows together.

Chrissy jabbed her fist in the air for the chorus and the crowd screamed it:

“I've been living on the edge of a broken heart

I don't wanna fall, I don't wanna crawl

I've been living on the edge of a broken heart

Don't you wonder why I gotta say goodbye”

She commanded the stage, playing guitar as she sang. You were too absorbed to realize that you had made your way forward and were right there front and center when Eddie glanced up.

He wasn’t expecting to see you, so he did a dramatic double take, nostrils flaring the moment your eyes connected.  Why couldn’t you just stay away?

A smile teased at the corners of your mouth, but faded to an unsure lip bite when he averted his gaze, scowl deepening.  He ignored you for the rest of the song. 

When it was over, there were cheers and whistles all around.  The drummer with the mop of tawny hair twirled one of their drumsticks in the air with a flourish and caught it, clapping the high hat.  Voices murmured around you as people fell back into conversation while they had a break from the volume of the amps, and you shuffled to the side, following Chrissy as she took her guitar off and held it by the fretboard.  She had on a cropped shirt with her shorts, golden hair loose and wild around her shoulders, her short fingernails painted black.  There were a few old, wooden apple box crates stacked on top of each other to act as a makeshift table, and she grabbed the neck of the beer that was waiting there to take a sip.   

Eddie continued to play, wailing on the guitar with precision, while Steve and the drummer followed his lead to the tune of Seek and Destroy by Metallica.

You tapped Chrissy on the shoulder, and she jumped.  “Oh shit, you scared me,” she said, spinning around. She checked around as if she were expecting to see someone else there.  “Where’s Robin? Is she with you?”

“No, I, just a sec—” you dug around in the front pocket of your jacket, panicking for a moment that you forgot to bring the locket with you. “I found this on the sidewalk, and I thought maybe you dropped it?”

Chrissy gasped at the sight of it and her eyes began to water.  “How did you–?” A sob caught in her throat, and she reached out to gently take it from you.  She shook her head in disbelief.  “I looked everywhere, I thought it was gone forever, I—”

“I thought that was you!” It was Robin, bobbing on the balls of her feet as she came up to nudge your shoulder.  But then, her attention turned to Chrissy and her face tensed with concern.  “What happened, why are you crying?”

“No, no,” Chrissy sniffed and opened her fist to show Robin the piece of jewelry.  “It’s my grandmother’s locket I told you about.  Bird found it.”

Robin bent to get a closer look and the two women knocked their heads together, sharing a laugh.  “The clasp is broken though,” Chrissy mused.  “It must’ve come off when—” she swallowed, deciding not to finish that sentence.  “I’ll take it into town to get it fixed this weekend.”

“Give it here, I’ll fix it for you,” Robin volunteered.  “Not only can I unclog a toilet, but I’m also pretty crafty.”

“Y-you’d do that for me?” She asked as she was passing it over.

“Of course,” Robin chuckled.  “I’d do anything for y—I mean, what are friends for right?”

Chrissy turned her attention back to thank you properly when Steve pushed in between the other two girls and slung his arms around their shoulders.  “What's going on?”

Robin cringed.  “Gross, Dingus, you’re all sweaty,” to which he shook his head and droplets from his hair flew everywhere, making the girls scream and push him off.

The three of them got into conversation about something and you sank back against the corrugated metal wall to observe.  You hadn’t noticed the music stopped but the drummer was in the crowd having a beer and just as you were on your toes trying to find Eddie, a warm body sank in next to you.  

“Hey,” Eddie said.

You looked just in time to catch his gaze traveling down your body, but then he was quick to lift his beer to his mouth and pretended to be watching the crowd. 

“Hey,” you returned, suddenly full sentences and conversation felt so foreign.  You were acutely aware that there was plenty of space along the wall, but he was pressed close, bare arm touching yours.  

“They let you stay out this late on a school night?” He grinned against the aluminum rim, amusing himself.  He had a second beer in his other hand, and he passed it to you.

“Ha. Ha.” 

He had one knee bent with his foot on the wall while the other leg stretched long to show the heavily scuffed toe of his black boot.  

You shuddered despite the heat.  “So, how long have you and Chrissy been playing music together?”

He hummed, shifting so that his bicep rubbed against you, squinting one eye shut in thought, tilting his head back.  “Been something like a decade now, I think? Feels longer.  Feels like I’m 60 years old some days.”

“How old are you though?” You swallowed so hard your throat clicked.  “45? 50?”

He leaned into you, hard enough to push you over if your feet weren’t planted, his hair skimming your shoulder.  “Close enough,” he paused to say something else, but then puffed out his cheeks and exhaled.  

He wanted to ask how long you’d been playing the cello, but how would he even know you did without admitting he’d watched you that night from the street like a stalker? “Do you think you’re gonna stick around, watch us play some more?”

“I could,” you were about to add something super cheesy like, “if you want me to,” but opted for nonchalant.  “I love watching Chrissy play.”

He nodded a few times, and pushed off the wall, handing you his beer.  “Hold this for me?” His silky brown eyes locked onto yours, the tip of his tongue resting between parted lips.  “Please?”

There you were, holding Eddie Munson’s beer.  He got behind the mic and took his shirt all the way off to wipe his face with it before strapping his guitar on.  The next song they did was an original, something that Eddie and Chrissy wrote, and Chrissy came in on backup vocals, while Eddie growled out the lyrics, banging his head every so often.   He swiped his bangs from his forehead, wet with perspiration, and his fingers worked like magic along the strings.  At one point, he and Chrissy shared the same mic, belting out the words.  

He made eye contact with you three times, not that you were counting.  Each time longer than the last.  When it was over, he came out and took his beer from you, fingers touching as he did so.

“Eddie, I think I—” you were about to let him know you should probably get going, but he’d already turned, chugging the rest of the beer as he went, and then they were right into the next song.  

Eddie wasn’t sure why you made him so curious, but the voices in his head were screaming at him to shake it off.  Somehow, he’d gone four years without getting involved with a summer person, he’d never even been tempted really.  Nothing good could come of it, especially since he’d probably end up being nothing but a vacation fuck for you to brag to your friends about.  

He glanced around but couldn’t find you during the song.  When he went to check for you at the wall, you were gone.  

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[icu-now]

& i owe it all to you (s.h.) - teaser

in june 1987, richard harrington gave his son a deal. figure out what he wants to do with his life before the end summer, or finally make his company harrington and son. (that, or steve joins the army.)

by fourth of july weekend, steve is kissing his friends goodbye, and taking the losing blow from his father. he accompanies his parents to mount auburn resort and ski, forfeiting the last of his adolescent freedom. lucky for him (and his sanity), a certain resort dance instructor needs his help more than she likes to admit it.

steve harrington x "baby"/fem!reader, dirty dancing!au

18+ mdni!!!!

warnings: based off of dirty dancing (1987) but gender bent !! slowburn, fluff, angst (i want the levels to be high lol), (eventual) smut, cursing, kinda enemies to lovers??, eddie x reader (minor/platonic), reader is called/referred to as baby (but otherwise has no other physical descriptions), pretty steve centric, prose heavy? more to be added w each chapter..

Chapter 1 (COMING SOON)

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a/n: ehheheheheheheheheheh new serrrieiiiesssss. i have ~3k words down for just planning, and im carving out p1 as we speak. ive been in love w dd since forever, from the dancing, to the soundtrack, to the summertime. (it is literally -30 rn and i am missing my denim shorts ☹️) get ready for lake dancing and a forced proximity slowburn mwuah haha ALSO joe doing the lift im gnawing my pillows plsss

also copyright disclaimer! i am in no way claiming to own characters or story lines from stranger things and/or dirty dancing. divider is from @firefly-graphics <3

[mamasturn]

— dirty dancing, part 8. (hate our love).

pairing: austin!elvis x black!fem!oc (cynthia)

summary: there are moments where elvis and cynthia are reminded that the world is still slow to change.

warning: language, discussion about racism and discrimination.

song reference: hate our love, queen naija ft. big sean.

note: long time, no see.

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“I am so sick of this shit,” Cynthia grumbled lowly. “Always talkin’ shit about what doesn’t concern them.” Her disgruntled demeanor caught the attention of those in the living room of the illustrious Graceland estate. She tore her trench coat off her shoulders and flung it across the room. Down when a portrait of her and her lover at the courthouse. Her heeled boots shook the floor with every step she took.

“Cyn, baby!” Elvis shot up from the couch at her outburst. Confused mumbles and incoherent conversations arose at the sudden outburst. Never had they seen her act out of character, ever. And it was a concerning scene to watch play out. Jerry ushered Elvis to follow her, insisting they’d come back when she was calm.

Elvis stepped over the fallen portrait and raced up the spiral steps. He called her name like a child begging for its mother. Their bedroom door was cracked and only a slither of light entered. He pushed the door open slowly and saw Cynthia shuddering on the freshly made bed. Her body shook as gentle sobs fell from her lips. Elvis frowned.

“Cyn?” Elvis kicked off his white, leather boots and crawled onto the bed behind her. Curled into a ball like a child, she was, into the bear her father gifted her during her younger days. He frowned. “Will you talk to me?” Elvis touched her hand gently. She jerked away. He frowned.

“They hate me, Elvis,” she muttered after some time. “Everyone hates me because the man I love likes colored women. God forbid a white man like a Black woman.” A few more disgruntled rambles came from her.

He didn’t know how she felt. But, he knew how he felt. He’d spent almost ten years with her, and from the beginning, her fear of being hated by the world suffocated her until she was blue in the face. When they made their public debut the morning after their wedding, her nightmares came to fruition. The slurs, the hate mail, the blackmail, and all the like came crumbling like a freshly destroyed building. They stayed in Graceland for 21 days straight, because God forbid a white man like a Black woman, and let alone make her his wife.

Over time, people had gotten used to it, or at least pretended. Especially as the number of interracial couples increased. However, it did not eliminate the struggles they faced as an interracial couple in a racist country. There were plenty of stares, devilish comments, and threats on the lives of themselves and those around them.

“There’s nothin’ to hate, baby. It ain’t nothin’ more than ignorant, immature people who can’t see the bigger picture. Don’t nobody deserve to not love who they want to because of skin color. Yeah, we see it, but it’s not somethin’ to measure your goodness off of.” Elvis wrapped an arm around her. He leaned over her shoulder and tapped the stuffed animal a time or two. She lowered it slowly and tucked it under her chin. “I can’t imagine how you’re feelin’ right now, darlin’, but whatever you feel and whenever you feel it, lay it all on me. I don’ ever want you to feel like you can’t talk to me.”

“Why would I talk to your head off about what you don’t understand, Elvis?”

Ouch. Elvis huffed and sat up straight. He tugged her up with him. She did not make eye contact with him. Her chin was lowered and her arms strangled her stuffed animal.

“Because when I decided you were the one I wanted to spend my life with, I decided that I’d be the one to help carry the burden of what you deal with. I don’t understand, baby, I don’t. And I never will as long as I’m not in your shoes. But, I be damned if you think that just because that’s the case, that I can’t be a pillar for you to lean on when you can’t hold yourself up. I’m always here for you, Cyn.” Elvis’ thumb caressed Cynthia’s damp cheek. She leaned into his touch.

“They gon’ hate us, hate you regardless, baby. It ain’t stoppin’ nothin’ between us, you understand me?” She nodded slowly. “Come here.”

She abandoned her stuffed animal and let it rest against a strategically propped pillow. Cynthia’s manicured hands hiked up her pant leg to allot for movement and tucked herself under her husband’s arm. Elvis’ hand fell at her waist and squeezed.

“I love you, Cyn. Don’t forget that.”

“I love you, too, E.P.”

[gay4elliew]

I was watching Dirty Dancing for the millionth time and i was like…. Patrick Swayze’s voice reminds me of Joel Miller. If Patrick Swayze was alive now, he would have been a phenomenal Joel Miller or fancast. MARK MY WORDS!!!!

[emilyxdarling]

Drunk and nasty

Not proof read! So ignore the grammar mistakes!! No sex working towards it

Yuta had no idea as to why he allowed himself to be dragged here. The place was loud for no reason. He knew it was smart allowing himself to be pulled into this by Maki and Toge.

Because now he was bored as shit. Pretty much had nothing to do. This crowd wasn't his type of people. Seeing as most were buzzed as fuck or fucking each. Which made him immediately feel like leaving. But everytime he tried he was grabbed by Maki or Toge.

So they could keep a better a close eye on him. Maki at the end of the day. Knew why she was here. That was to get drunk pretty much. Not end up watching a grown men.

Yuta chuckled to himself. He could definitely tell what maki was trying to say. Especially with that glare on her face.

"What's wrong Maki?" Yuta titled his head as he asked the question. Clearly trying to piss maki off. Which was clearly working. Because she looked about ready to pull his head off.

Maki grabbed a cup of alcohol. She begun drinking it to calm her nerves. Which she guessed was working. Until Yuta opened his mouth again.

"Maki why are you drinking so much? That won't help at all." Yuta says as he rubs the back of his head.

"Yuta shut the fuck up. Before I attack you." Maki knew what made her so pissed. Mostly because this wasn't the first time Yuta had ruined something. Mostly through him being cocky as shit.

Yuta pretty much rolled his eyes. He moved a bit closer to Maki. Clearly doing this to piss her off. Mostly because he didn't give two shits. "Do it M-A-K-I." Yuta made sure to drag out Maki's name to taunt her.

Yuta watched as Maki pretty much tried to attack him. Which made Toge immediately grabbed her. Maki was trying to calm herself down. She placed her arms down. Clearly trying to not hurt the boy in front of her.

Yuta jumped back with a chuckle. He clearly found it funny for sure. Maki was way to easy to get pissed. He turned his head sideways. Mostly because his eyes immediately landed on a pretty female.

Mostly because her ass had caught his attention. It was hard to remove his eyes from you. He hasn't noticed that Maki and Toge were pretty much laughing themselves. It was clear what they were thinking.

Yuta could slightly feel his dick tightened in his pants. Especially with how it was moving in that low cut dress. You ended up turning around and looking at Yuta.

She ended up flashing Yuta a smile. Clearly noticing he was looking at her. Yuta decided fuck it right there and then. He walked towards you flashing that same smile.

"Okkotsu Yuta is the name. You would be?" Yuta could definitely tell you were drunk. Clearly long gone in the alcohol.

You introduced yourself to him. "Yamamoto Y/N is the name." She could feel Yuta grab her. He pulled you into him. Which you clearly didn't mind. Yuta could tell that.

You giggled slightly. She pushed herself onto Yuta's chest. She used her knee to lightly grind herself onto Yuta's dick. Which made him groan.

Yuta's hands landed on your ass. He groped it. It was a nice size. Mostly because it was big enough for his hands to be able to grab it. Which was nice.

She put her hands on his face. She kissed him. It felt nice she really enjoyed it. Yuta could tell she tasted like Cherry Vanilla Bean Rum. Which was a good taste for sure.

You pulled away with a slight smile. You could definitely tell he was hard for sure. Which was something enjoyable for sure.

"You're so cute Okkotsu. Now take me to a room and fuck me." You could definitely tell something snapped right there. He immediately grabbed you. He dragged you to the nearest room. Completely forgetting that Maki and Toge were there.