#first time drawing greaser wow

[sandeewithtwoe]

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Well you asked so nicely, how could I say no?

Oooo such a smooth guy…

Greaser belongs to Radsee

Fresh belongs to loverofpiggies

[angelicthor]

the fifties

decades dance: part 1

pairing: steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes

summary:  unrequited love was painful. To have to endure it from two people was something else. Loving two super soldiers that didn’t return your feelings was agony but what if they did? Events unfold when Tony plans to throw a party for every decade Bucky and Steve missed out on.

warnings/genre: +18 only, explicit smut, angst, idiots-to-lovers

masterlist | decades dance masterlist

Unrequited love had been written about for centuries, it’s been the focus of so many art forms as one of the most painful feelings in the world. That was something you could most definitely relate to, only for you it was worse; see you weren’t just in love with one man who didn’t love you back, you were in love with two. You couldn’t really be blamed, anyone would be crazy not to fall for Bucky and Steve; Steve who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, who commanded the Avengers with finesse but remained that Brooklyn kid at heart and then there was Bucky who had suffered the most inhumane atrocities the world had ever seen and still managed to be one of the most caring gentlemen you had ever met. You loved them both for their similarities and their differences and nothing confused you more. Not to mention, they both looked like they were crafted by Gods.

It was hard, living in such close quarters to them and not being able to do anything about it. Whenever you saw Steve lounging on the sofa during movie night you wanted nothing more than to burrow into his side whilst he drew you in, wrapping you in his strong arms. When Bucky was cooking his infamous carbonara that every avenger loved, you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around his midriff, press kisses on to his back before getting stuck in and helping him. You realised quickly that your feelings weren’t diminishing anytime soon, for either of them, and that’s what made up your mind for you. You wouldn’t – couldn’t – pursue either of them, to date one and still have feelings for the other was unfair, they both deserved someone who had their whole attention, their whole heart.

At one point, you thought maybe they reciprocated your feelings, you’d been their best friend for so long that when you started to push gently on the boundaries with them, neither of them said anything – in fact it appeared they welcomed it – and you had to remind yourself that you couldn’t have either. It just wasn’t fair, especially if they both did feel the same way, there was no way you could put yourself between Steve and Bucky. They’d been through so much to get back to each other, you couldn’t mess that up with your silly feelings. Their friendship had spanned decades and you made damn sure it wasn’t going to end because of you, and so you started to pull away – no matter how much it hurt you.  

You hadn’t spent any real time with them in months, not the way you used to. You, Bucky, and Steve used to be inseparable; watching movies together, training, hell – they even went shopping with you. You were content just to be together, Steve sketching in his art pad, you cuddled into his side reading whilst Bucky wrote in his journal, his head in your lap. Of course, there were the hard times too, nightmares plagued both Bucky and Steve but in very separate ways; Bucky would wake in a cold sweat, screaming until his throat was raw and you would come running in, he always needed to be held, cradled against you as you reminded him that he wasn’t there anymore, that HYDRA couldn’t get to him and of the freedom he gained. Steve was a different story; there was no screaming, no sweats, just your door softly opening and his broken voice calling out for you. He would crawl into your bed and feel the need to have you in his arms, he often dreamt of Bucky falling and what happened after and in typical Steve Rogers style he blamed himself. You could have sworn they were as bad as each other with the amount of guilt they carried for things out of their control. You would stay awake, fingers drawing senseless patterns on his chest as he held you close, not willing to let his guilt-ridden thoughts take over him as you murmured sweet nothings to him, his mind breaking away from everything until his breathing deepened and you knew he had fallen asleep.

It pained you how little you saw of them anymore but you knew it was for the best, you couldn’t keep hurting yourself like that and you’d never forgive yourself if you hurt either of them too. Knowing it was for the best didn’t ease the sting in your heart when you turned down their offers to hang out and spend time together, and when the screams of your name stopped from Bucky and Steve ceased to crawl into your bed any more you were never more sure that this is what true heart break was.

You had been in a permanent state of gloom since you had severed your relationship with both men and so when Tony’s ‘ingenious’ plan came around you had no quarrels. Tony was more than aware of the time that Steve and Bucky had missed, making the most jokes of their age in the group, and planned to update their knowledge the best way he knew how. Parties. He was planning on throwing a decade-themed party until they were both caught up on popular culture of the time; guests would dress in clothes from the era, the music would match, and there would be references to every significant event that happened at the time to help educate them. Tony called it ‘a crash course in history the best way possible’, you didn’t care – a Tony Stark party meant one thing: alcohol and plenty of it.

The night of the first party came and you were excited, you always loved the fashion from the fifties and you were in dire need to get blind drunk to forget about two certain super soldiers. Putting on a final coat of cherry red lipstick, you blotted your lips and examined the finished outfit in the mirror. Your hair was curled elegantly, framing your face and making your cheekbones stand out, your dress was iconic; the white halter neck from The Seven Year Itch worn by none other than Marilyn Monroe. The silk material felt amazing, caressing your skin with every movement you made and the low-cut v of the neckline brought enough emphasis to your breasts to make them look amazing. Overall: you looked killer. Too bad you weren’t there to impress anyone but yourself with how many shots you could down without dying.

A knock on the door brought you out of your contemplation’s and it opened to reveal Nat and Wanda, both looking amazing. Wanda had gone for a more generic look of the fifties, the vintage circle dress complete with petticoats making her look the part, Nat dressing similar with a sheath dress that accentuated her curves, both looking stunning.

“Wow Y/N, you look gorgeous,” Wanda breathed out, eyes widening at your appearance.

“Yeah you look hot. Not trying to impress any one, are you?” Nat asked with a mischievous lilt to her voice, of course Nat knew of your feelings and she thought you were stupid for not doing anything about it.

“Of course not, you both look great by the way,” You changed the subject quickly, grabbing your purse before heading towards the door, “Shall we ladies?”

You headed down in the elevator together, the sounds of Nat King Cole getting louder the further down you got until the doors opened into the lounge revealing the party. You had to give it to Tony, he’d really out-done himself, there were pictures and posters of all the major events to have happened throughout the decade, of course Tony would consider the first playboy magazine to be a major event. There were small screens dotted around playing important news clips and infamous film scenes but the sounds coming from them were drowned out by the music from overhead. Everybody looked incredibly, there were no half-assed costumes in sight and the make shift dance floor looked like a rippling sea of colourful skirts twirling around dancing legs.

You all made your way to the bar ordering a drink when your eyes landed on Bucky and Steve and God damn it you wished you’d never seen them. They looked unreasonably good. Steve was dressed in a shirt that clung to his every muscle so much you were scared it would tear in two when he moved, surprisingly your eyes didn’t linger on his bulging arms but on the suspenders that drew over his shoulders clipping onto his pants, your mind played imaged of you pulling him down by his suspenders, crushing your lips against his in a frantic kiss. You shook your head of the thoughts, eyes wandering to Bucky by his side but that wasn’t a safer option. Bucky had gone for a greaser look, channelling James Dean impeccably. His hair was slicked back and the leather jacket he wore made your thighs clench as you pictured running your fingers through his perfectly styled hair whilst he pushed you against a wall, lips attacking yours. Coming out of your haze, you noticed Steve and Bucky both had their eyes on you, small smirks on the faces and you knew you’d been caught. You shot them both a tight smile before quickly turning back to the bar, missing the saddened look on their faces as your turned away from them.

You chatted with Wanda and Nat some more, sipping on your drink deciding to pace yourself or you’d never see the end of the night; soon Wanda went off to talk with vision whilst Nat was on the dancefloor with Clint and you were aimlessly walking around the room, taking in all of it. Your eyes roamed around the room, smiling as they passed your friends who all seemed to be having a good time but you froze as your eyes fell on Bucky who was propped against the bar, chatting up a pretty red-head who was getting very handsy indeed. You had no right to be jealous or sad, Bucky wasn’t yours, you knew that, unfortunately your heart didn’t care about logic. Whether you were with him or not you still loved him and seeing him show such blatant affection to another girl was soul crushing. You spun quickly on your heel, not wanting to watch the scene play out in front of you like your own hellish nightmare any longer, smacking straight into the wall of muscle behind you. Large hands wrapped around your back, calloused skin sending sparks through you at the contact on the bare skin. You knew who it was immediately without having to look up, you’d recognise his touch anywhere.

Steve pulled back up to your feet, blue eyes shining with worry as he peered down at you, his hands not moving on your back. Your previous distress melted away when you looked at Steve, a familiar sense of peace overpowering it that seemed to always be the case when you were around him. This was the closest you’d been to him and weeks and you forgot how much your body ached for even the simplest of touches.

“Are you alright Y/N?” Steve asked, concern evident in his voice as per usual with him. Your problems were Steve’s problems and this applied to everyone he met. You constantly worried that the man had too much on his plate, not giving himself time to mull over his own concerns. 

You smiled up at him, reveling in the grin that spread across his face in response and shook your head, “I’m fine Steve, thanks for the save though.”

His deep chuckle made you weak in the knees and you fought against the rising heat in your cheeks, “You look beautiful Doll, this dress really is something.”

This time you really couldn’t prevent the way you ducked your head and avoided his gaze, the deep timbre of his voice affecting you more than it should but you pushed away the devious thoughts coming springing to your mind and focused on the man in front of you once more, “Thanks Steve, you look great too. Are you enjoying the party?”

“Honestly, yeah,” He let out a small snort of disbelief, “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I think Tony actually had a good idea here, I’m picking stuff up quick, just don’t tell him – the guys egos big enough.”

You and Steve shared a genuine laugh and it was as though nothing had changed, like you hadn’t been avoiding him for so long without even giving him a reason. It thrilled you and scared you just how easy it was to fall back into him as if nothing had happened. “I haven’t seen you around for a while,” Steve murmured, he sounded so small, so vulnerable, and your heart broke thinking about how much you must have hurt him.

“Yeah, sorry I’ve just been really busy lately,” You knew you were lying, he knew you were lying – hell anyone who’d never met you would have known you were lying it sounded so forced. The was an awkward pause before Steve asked you if you wanted a drink, not wanting you to leave him after so long of not being with each other. You ultimately agreed, the need to spent time with him far out weighing any thoughts of protection running through your mind. It’s just a drink, maybe a dance, what’s the worst that can happen?

A couple of hours later, you were wiping tears from your eyes, leaning against Steve for support as you clutched your stomach, trying to control the endless laughter erupting from you at one of Steve’s stories from his past. This man was a world of trouble and you could only imagine the details he was leaving out. You spent the whole night by Steve’s side and he seemed thrilled by it, the grin on his face not once diminishing; you had a couple of drinks (not nearly as many as you were planning on drinking but you didn’t feel so empty when you were with Steve), you danced together, he told you the most ridiculous stories from his past and even more recent ones and you filled him in on what you’d been up to the months you’d spent apart.

The party died down and you decided to call it a night feeling so much better having spent so much time with Steve you walked with a bounce in your step, the weight of your loneliness forgotten as if you’d never separated yourself from them. Steve asked to walk you to your room, an offer you happily accepted and for some unknown reason nerves racked your body. Opening your door, you lingered in the doorway for a moment, unsure of what to say.

“Well, thanks for walking me back,” You felt unsure of yourself, a heavy tension settling between you that you couldn’t quite distinguish. You rubbed your hands together trying to give them something to do to battle to anxiety, Steve’s beautiful blue eyes tracing the details of your face and making you even more nervous.

“It’s no problem,” His voice was deep, deeper than you ever heard it and it sent a spike of arousal through you when you thought of that voice murmuring dirty things into your ear. You stood staring at you, the tension between you mounting until Steve’s tongue came out to wet his bottom lip, igniting the tension like a match to gasoline.

You moved to grip the back of Steve’s neck pressing you lips to his in a frantic kiss, his own hands landing on your waist, gripping you tight and pulling you flush against his chest. It was a battle of teeth and tongues in a near bruising kiss as Steve started to walk you backwards into the room, kicking the door shut with one foot. The sound of the lock clicking in place seemed to pull Steve out of the frenzied trance you had both been in and he pulled his lips away from yours but kept you close to him, not wanting you to leave his grasp. His eyebrows furrowed with confusion and you could tell he was having some sort of internal debate with himself over this, “Y/N?”

His lips brushed against yours as he spoke, his tone soft and confused. “Yeah Steve?”

“What are we doing?” He seemed like he was holding himself back and you thought for a horrifying moment that maybe he didn’t want this, maybe you’d read everything wrong and just made the biggest mistake of your life. You couldn’t prevent the dejected look washing over your face and you tried to pull away but Steve pulled you closer, not letting you move away from him.

“Do you want this?” He asked, eyes searching yours for any sign that you didn’t. You could only nod your head in response but it was enough to set Steve off again. His lips pressed against your again gentler this time, soft lips caressing yours that made you melt against him. His fingers weaved into your hair, pulling your head to the side to deepen the kiss before nibbling on your bottom lip causing you to whimper. Your hands started to wonder, mapping out the scape of his broad chest and landing on those god damn suspenders, gripping the elasticated material and using it to pull him down to you. 

A man should not be allowed to look this good because of suspenders it just isn’t fair!

Your hands moved to start unbuttoning his shirt as he peppered kisses along the column of your neck, leaving small bites in his wake that were destined to bruise. Steve quickly pushed the suspenders from his shoulders, his shirt hitting the floor seconds later and your mouth fell open. Not only did Steve Rogers look like he was crafted by a God in marble but the sight in front of you: panting, in nothing but pants and suspenders hanging around his waist, you felt your cunt clench with desire at the sight and you couldn’t wait anymore.

Steve walked you backwards until you left your bed at the back of your legs, his hands gliding up your back until he reached the tie of your dress around your neck, deftly undoing the knot whilst his eyes remained locked on yours. The front fell revealing your bare breasts to Steve and he let out a gasp at the sight of the soft mounds of flesh, nipples hardening under his intense gaze. You pulled the dress down your hips, the silky material pooling at your feet leaving you in nothing but your panties and heels. You crawled up the bed, feeling Steve’s stare on your swaying hips the whole time before you reached the pillows at the top, turning to lay back against them. Steve’s eyes were near black, pupils blown with lust as he hastily discarded his pants, toeing his shoes off before moving to hover over you on the bed.

His hands trailed over your soft skin, memorising the feeling under his hands: starting from your breasts, thumbs circling your hardened nipples before gliding down you the side of your stomach, gripping the sides of your panties before tugging them down your legs, discarding them on the floor along with all your other clothes. His fingers danced down the skin of your calves before he pulled your heels from your feet, the thud they made against the floor the only sound penetrating the silence of the room.

For a while neither of you moved, simply taking in the sights before you; you laid across the bed in not a stitch of clothing, legs spread slightly for Steve to kneel between, chest heaving with anticipation as you took in Steve. Steve’s hair had fallen slightly out of its neat styling, no doubt from your fingers that had tugged on his blonde locks as you kissed him feverishly, his cock was already hard curling up to his abs, the tip an angry red desperate to be touched.

Covering your body with his, Steve caged your head in between his bulging arms as his mouth came down to press soft kisses against your jaw, “God, you are stunning.”

Before you could respond his lips pressed against your swollen ones once again causing you to moan into his mouth at the contact. You bucked your hips against his, your wetness coating his length are it slid through your folds, you gasped into his mouth as the swollen tip of his cock nudged against your clit. You hooked a leg over his hip subtly telling him to touch you already and he chuckled into your mouth at your desperation.

“Don’t worry Doll, I’ll take care of you,” Steve muttered against your lips, pressing a finale chaste kiss there before slithering down your body until he reached the apex of your thighs. You leaned up on your elbows at the realisation of what was happening, his breath fanning over your dripping core making you shudder in anticipation.  Steve pressed light kisses down your thighs reaching your pussy before switching thighs and giving the other the same treatment.

Your hips bucked, trying to get him to pay attention to where you needed him and his arm lay across your stomach, pinning your hips to the bed before he peeked up at you, mischievous eyes locking on yours as he licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit. You threw your head back at the contact, eyes clenching shut as you finally felt his tongue tracing along your folds, tasting everything you had to over him. His lips moved to lock tightly around your clit, sucking it between his lips as his tongue traced around the sensitive bud in his mouth; your hands clenched in the sheets beneath you as you released the most inhuman sound.

Pleasure shot through your body as Steve lapped at your pussy like a man starved and you knew you wouldn’t last long under his relentless treatment. Steve moved his other hand down from where it was gripping your thigh, fingers lightly dancing along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as the muscles twitched under him up to your cunt, coating his fingers in your slick before pushing one digit into you. Once you adjusted to the feeling, he added another leaving you panting on the bed, incoherently begging for more but he understand you just fine, curling his fingers inside of you seeking out your g-spot.

One of your hands gripped your breast, fingers tugging on your nipple as the other weaved through Steve’s short hair, tugging on the strands as he moaned around your clit causing you to cry out at the vibrations shooting through you. Steve’s fingers brushed against your g-spot and you felt the coil in your stomach tightening, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer as he continued suckling on your clit and rubbing the tips of his fingers against your g-spot.

“Fuck, Steve fuck please, don’t stop baby gonna cum, gonna -fuck” You spat out, choking on your words as Steve increased the speed of his fingers.

“Come on Y/N, cum for me Doll,” Steve murmured into your pussy. You were done for, the coil in your stomach tightening unbelievably before snapping, your pussy clenching around Steve’s fingers as you rode out your orgasm on his face, pleasure bliss filling every inch of you. Steve eased up the arm clung around your waist to give you more room to move, his mouth drinking everything you had to offer him with the obscenest slurping noises that only served to turn you on more.

Your lay spent on the bed as you came down from your high, Steve licking your pussy clean before pressing kisses up your body until he was once again hovering over you. You felt his weight over you, a comforting feeling a peeked your eyes open to see his face, lips glossy and swollen in a face splitting grin as his eyes shone with glee.

“You feeling ok Doll?” He asked, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You let out a breathy laugh, still panting lightly from your orgasm, “More than ok Steve, gotta say didn’t expect you to be that good.”

Steve shot you a roguish grin leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Think you can go again babydoll?”

It was then that you felt the heavy weight of Steve’s hard cock on pressing against your thigh and your eyes rolled back at the thought of what he could do with it, you hummed in response pressing kisses along his neck as he gripped his cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up with your core. He looked into your eyes, checking once again you were ok and you smiled in response before pushing slowly into you, filling you to the hilt. Steve growled as he felt your walls finally wrap around his cock, the sound of your mewls in his ear only serving to turn him on more and he had to stop himself from fucking you into the mattress before you’d adjusted to his size.

When you finally adjusted, you bucked your hips against his, a silent plea to move. Steve’s hand moved to grip your hip, keeping you steady as he stated to slowly pump his hips into yours, head falling into your neck as he groaned into your sweat slicked skin. Steve pulled your leg up higher, hitching it over his hip so he could hit even deeper within you, cock reaching new depths of your cunt as your nails clawed at his back when he hit your g-spot, swollen tip grazing it with every thrust of his hips. You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, pussy still twitching and driving you towards you second sooner than you expected.

“Fuck Steve, please fuck so close,” You moaned unabashedly as Steve sped up his hips up, your bodies writhing together in perfect sync, the room filled with your cries, his grunts and the headboard repeatedly slamming against the wall with each plough of Steve’s hips into you creating a symphony of pornographic melodies. Steve’s lips attacked yours in a sloppy kiss, uncoordinated but desperate to feel your lips on his, the movement of his hips losing their finesse as he neared his own edge.

“Urgh, Y/N so close, gonna cum – fuck – doll,” Steve groaned, his short hair falling onto his forehead to sticking to the sweat coated skin. His hand left the grip on your hip to trail his fingers towards your core, circling your sensitive clit quickly with tight circles.

Your back arched off the bed, screaming towards the ceiling as your release washed over you, cunt clenching around Steve’s cock setting off his own orgasm, pumping into you a few final times as he released thick jets of cum into you muttering curses under his breath as he did so. Feeling completely spent you collapsed onto the bed, Steve falling down beside you and pulling you to his chest, wrapping you in his arms as you both panted, basking in your post-coital bliss.

“Wow, that was…wow,” Steve stated breathlessly making you giggle as you tried to regain yourself. Steve pressed a kiss to your forehead as he chuckled along with you, pulling you closer to him.

“It was.”

For a while you were content to just lay in his arms, the strong sound of his beating heart beneath you creating a sense of serenity as you traced senseless patters on the skin of his chest. You pressed a kiss to his chest before looking up at him a bashful smile on your face when you saw he was already staring at you with such affection you thought you were going to combust with happiness.

“I’m sorry I’d been avoiding you and Bucky for the past few months, I just-” You cut yourself of when Steve stiffened beneath you at your words, worry flooding the features of his face, “Steve what’s wrong?”

Steve didn’t respond, instead moving to hastily get out of bed, pulling his clothes back on and avoiding your gaze at all costs. You wrapped the sheet around your naked body as you got up, grabbing Steve’s arm and turning him to face you but he refused to meet your gaze. He wore a guilty expression and it only added to your confusion but before you could ask him again what was wrong he spoke up, his tone broken and remorseful, “Y/N, this was a mistake, it never should have happened.”

“What?”

“Just – please, we can still be friends, right?” He sounded distressed, like the idea you would say no could possibly kill him and you felt tears spring to your eyes.

A mistake? So he doesn’t want me? But he still wants to be my friend? I don’t understand?

“Sure Steve,” Your voice was raspy and honestly you wanted to say so many things; make him tell you what was wrong, what this was, you wanted to scream at him for the way he was leaving you but most of all you just wanted him to leave because you knew you were going to be in floods of tears soon and you didn’t want him to see you like that.

Steve hurried to collect the reminder of his things as you stood there awkwardly, completely unsure of yourself and feeling more than a little humiliated at the turn of events. Before he left your room, Steve turned to you in the doorway, “Y/N, please don’t tell anyone about this.”

You couldn’t look at him, eyes trained on the ground as you nodded numbly at him. When you heard the click of the door shut you collapsed to the floor in a heap of sobs, feeling your heart shatter as the man you loved walked out on you as if you were the worst mistake of his life. The joy that you regained at being around Steve quickly dissipated and the familiar gloom of loneliness filled you once more. You managed to crawl back into your bed, feeling fatigue set in from everything that had just transpired; tears dotted your pillow as a fitful sleep overtook you.  You were right, you were better away from them.  

[svtntntn]

jukebox!!

greaser!seokmin x waitress!you

THE PERFECT GIF

inspo: seokmin during booseoksoon's 'just do it' and call call call promos

seokmin studies at the diner on the corner of the street, ordering a single milkshake everyday he’s there and choosing his favorite song from the jukebox

tbh, lee seokmin shouldn't even be in the SVT gang to begin with

he fell into it by accident bc he was jeonghan's assigned mentee from a mentorship program at school and jeonghan called him as a last resort when he and joshua needed help with something

so he did so, and when seungcheol offered him a spot in SVT, he accepted it bc he's loyal and devoted to his mentor and friends, no matter what trouble they're causing

bc now they're in it together!

SVT are the greasers that run the eastern part of town, organizing bike races, causing mayhem and chaos, basically acting as delinquents in school and in town

it's kinda a surprise to everyone at school that seokmin's a part of SVT, but with SVT second-in-command yoon jeonghan as his assigned mentor and his friends being in SVT as well, it was only a matter of time

seokmin's typically tagging stuff with hansol and soonyoung or riding his bike into the school parking lot with mingyu and minghao

he's tried to study with the rest of the guys before their meetings but they're all so loud and rambunctious that he needs his own study space

after classes, seokmin frequents this one specific diner near the eastern/western border of the town for one thing and one thing only: strawberry milkshakes

he gets his favorite strawberry milkshake with the perfect dollop of whipped cream and a shiny red cherry on top while he studies in a corner booth right next to the jukebox, where he can easily slip in a quarter into the machine and request his favorite songs to hum as he does his homework

the diner's patrons love love love hearing him sing as he re-writes his chem notes, his own high notes reaching every corner of the diner till he's met with a small chorus of applause

it's not until afterwards when they notice the back of his leather jacket do their breaths hitch and the whispers start circulating around the room

you don't really know why that happens tho

you just notice no matter what, the man who always orders the same strawberry milkshake everyday wears his leather jacket with pride everyday

you’ve been working at the diner for awhile now, since you just moved into town with your family

and your eyes always catch the handsome man sitting by his lonesome in the same booth by the jukebox

and you want to say something to him, but nothing comes to mind when you stop by his table except, "enjoy your milkshake" and he gives you a small smile and a grateful "thank you" back

your co-worker seungkwan always tries to hype you up to get you to say anything to seokmin

bc he's in seokmin's choir class and knows that he's a super sweet guy who would like you back

so bc you're not very good at articulating your words, you decide to write on the back of his receipt instead

you decide write something simple: 'you have a beautiful voice:) -(y/n)'

you give seokmin his receipt after he pays and he thanks you, pocketing the scrap of paper and exiting the diner with his backpack

when you walk back to seungkwan, he just scolds for you being too subtle whilst saying you have to do something bold and get his attention

but you're not all into being bold and brash (hahahaha) so you brush off your crush as just being that: a harmless crush

it's not until seokmin's at home and he's emptying his jacket pockets does he notice your note

he saves it in his notebook and it definitely sets his mood for the entire day:)

when he ventures over to the diner the next day, he recognizes you standing at the jukebox with a quarter in your hands

you're perusing the jukebox's library when someone taps your shoulder, scaring you and making you drop the coin

"sorry!" seokmin drops down and gets the coin for you, handing it back to you

he glances at the catalogue set on the very last page, "hard time choosing a song?"

you nod, "especially since I have never heard of most of these"

"you've never?" seokmin's surprised, but he smiles warmly at you, "I guess we're gonna have to fix that!"

he fishes around in his backpack and pulls out a little coin purse, entering his own quarters in the machine and pressing in combination after combination for several songs, "these first few are my personal favorite, then I'm just setting the jukebox to play other tracks I like"

you nod and you ask him what song to use your quarter for, "save it for when you find a song you really like" 

he slides into his usual booth and you pocket the quarter, choosing to take his advice

"so, just a strawberry milkshake then?" you ask him expectantly, shooting him a wide smile

"yes please" seokmin nods as he pulls out his notebook and study material

you put in his order and wait on other tables, helping an elderly couple two booths down and a rowdy bunch of guys seokmin recognizes from another school at a table near his own

the group of rowdy guys continue to shout above the music from the jukebox, jeering at each other and catcalling at you when you walk by

you try to your hardest to be polite and tell them to keep it down as to not disrupt the other diners, but they brush off your warnings 

and seokmin's just trying to study and listen to the music, especially since he wanted to you to listen to the songs he loves too but he can clearly see that the boys are making you v uncomfortable

so he goes up to the table and asks them to either keep it down and stop catcalling you or apologize to everyone and leave the diner asap

seokmin pulls all his moves from when he's seen seungcheol and jihoon act intimidating to other rude ppl when they're out and about

he also makes sure to take his time walking back to his own table, letting the boys stare in shock at the SVT initials on the back of his jacket

needless to say, the boys pay their bill and leave right when you come back from the kitchen with seokmin's milkshake, all the boys bowing to you in apology and cowering from seokmin's glare

when you appear at his table, his glare melts into a cheerful smile, "thank you (y/n)!"

you then help the elderly couple at their booth, who both have been watching everything go down, "excuse me miss, can I pay for that boy's milkshake? tell him that the world needs more people like him" the old man smiles

you nod to him, "sure, let me fix your bill for you" 

on the couple's way out, the elderly man tips his hat at seokmin, who gives him a bright smile but is terribly confused on the inside

when you venture back to seokmin, he's ready to pay for his bill when you show him the paid receipt and relay him the man’s message to him, "they said that the world needs more people like you"

the message clicks in seokmin's head and he looks down at his notebook modestly, "oh"

and of course, you've already caught on to what the old man meant, "thank you for helping me deal with those boys"

he immediately shakes his head, "oh! no no no, it's no big deal! you just looked uncomfortable and they were being jerks to you and—"

"no, it really means a lot to me, thank you..." you assure your gratitude to him with a kind smile and you pause for his name

and now seokmin's just staring at you bc wow your smile is really beautiful and the sunlight from the blinds make your hair shine and your eyes sparkle and wait, were you asking for his name? shoot—"oh! sorry, I'm seokmin!"

"I'm (y/n), nice to meet you" 

a light bulb goes off in his head, "(y/n)! you wrote me that note!" he pulls out the receipt from his notebook and you blush now

"I did write that, yes"

"I'm sure you have a beautiful voice too" you shake your head no, but seokmin disagrees with you, "you do! just listening to you right now, I can tell you have a beautiful voice, are you sure you're not an angel?"

okay, that was something he definitely learned from his mentor jeonghan and now you're DEFINITELY flushed

you don't know what to do at this point but you hear the jukebox stop playing music, "ah, the jukebox! it stopped! I-I should play something!"

seokmin chuckles at you and helps you choose more songs to play, using his own money again and packing up his things

"I'll see you tomorrow, (y/n)?"

you smile at him, "with one strawberry milkshake ready for you"

seokmin's on cloud nine the rest of his night

even when he's out with hansol and joshua tagging buildings and whatnot, all he can do is draw little hearts as you cross his mind

as the next couple of days roll by, you've developed a love for a lot of the songs on the jukebox

specifically all of the songs that seokmin recommends

and all the love songssss;)

seungkwan notices the little skip in your step as you wait on tables while the same five songs from the jukebox play

he nudges your elbow as he punches in another receipt on the register when you're next to him, "you're staring at the door again"

 you straighten up next to him, trying to find something to fuss with instead of staring at the entrance for seokmin to come in, "am not"

"you are too, and I'm getting tired of the same songs playing, would it kill you to change it up? I get that they're all seokmin's favorites, but he's not here right now"

"fineeee"

when seokmin does come in, seungkwan tries to joking go to his table to serve him, but you race over instead

seokmin's order is still the same and you try to stop by his table as much as you can without getting in trouble or neglecting other customers

he always sings out loud to the songs you've tuned on the jukebox and it brings such a smile to your face to hear him sing

gosh you love his voice

you both bond over music really well and when the diner's empty and it's just you and seokmin (and seungkwan occasionally), you all sing out loud and dance around the diner

you always write on the back of seokmin's receipts still, trying to make the note different each time 

'how much does a polar bear weigh? enough to break the ice! I hope this makes you smile! -(y/n)'

'the ladies at the counter are talking about how handsome you are, and I have to agree ahaha -(y/n)'

'you sing everything so well, how!! -(y/n)'

'have you ever tried anything different at this diner? hahah -(y/n)'

'these milkshakes are as sweet as you -(y/n)'

gosh, who is the actual greaser? him or you?? who knows ahah

seokmin saves all of these receipts in his notebook and they've become one of his most treasured items

his small crush on you during the beginning of your relationship has developed into a major major crush on you

and your so-called harmless crush has snowballed into you liking seokmin so much you can’t get him out of your head

and bc you’re way more confident on paper than in person, you decide to ask him out through your receipt notes!

that same day, you deliver your receipt to seokmin just as one of the members from SVT rushes past you and grabs his arm

seokmin is surprised to see chan at the diner, but all he mutters is "emergency meeting!" and he packs up his papers, stuffing your receipt in his notebook quickly

"sorry (y/n)!" he waves to you and leaves abruptly with his friend, making you slightly worried, but seungkwan assures you it's probably nothing serious

and honestly, it is nothing bc mingyu and wonwoo got into a fight with some guys of the west side gangs, but they're all well-rounded fighters so no major injuries occurred

but now there's a bike race going on between them and the other gang

"seokmin, are you listening?" seungcheol asks him, waving his hand in front of his zoned out state

"yes! I'm listening!" seokmin tunes back in and seungcheol continues on, "does anyone have a piece of paper I can borrow?"

seokmin pulls out his notebook and doesn't even notice your most recent note fall out, tearing out a clean sheet for seungcheol and stuffing his notebook back in his backpack

for awhile, seokmin doesn't return to the diner bc of the preparations for the race, making you even more worried that your note scared him off or made things awkward between you two

but when he does come back, everything is in perfect harmony like it was before, making you think he did read your note, but he obviously turned you down

so you try to move past it as best as you can, but you're still sad on the inside, which seokmin can kinda tell just by looking into your eyes

seokmin is super surprised to see his mentor sitting in his usual booth when he enters the diner, "jeonghan! what are you doing here?"

"just wanted to see where you get away to everyday before our meetings" jeonghan fusses with a toothpick, "why do you come here everyday?"

"I study here, that's it" seokmin answers, "I come here for the peace and quiet"

jeonghan raises an eyebrow at the words 'peace and quiet,' wordlessly pointing out the noisy jukebox next to him belting another song (his favorite song actually) and the sizzle and hissing of the grill behind the kitchen, while seungkwan and you take the orders of other customers in the diner with such vibrancy and pep

"okay, I come for the milkshakes"

"hi seokmin, your usual" seokmin beams a smile at you as his milkshake is set down on the table

"thank you (y/n)" his eyes trail after you as you go to other tables, jeonghan clearing his throat with a obvious cough, "so you come here for that cute waitress?"

"(y/n) is just a friend"

"do you like her?"

seokmin ponders it for a moment before a smile spreads on his face, he can’t lie to his mentor, his older brother figure, "yes, yes I do like her"

"do you think she likes you?" seokmin shakes his head, mumbling a "no" before changing it to an unconfident "maybe?"

"seokmin, she definitely likes you" jeonghan plucks the cherry off the whipped cream and into his mouth 

seokmin frowns and pulls his shake closer to him protectively

"no other waitress writes little notes on the back of receipts for you. I saw all the receipts in your notebook, they're cute and affectionate love notes" jeonghan flicks the small piece of paper towards him, "you probably didn’t even read the back of this receipt" 

seokmin reads the note from you asking him out and his mouth forms the shape of an 'O' 

'seokmin, would you like to go out on a date? possibly, tomorrow night? if not, that's okay! you can ignore this and I'll forget I even wrote this! -(y/n)'

"don’t come to the meeting tonight" jeonghan removes the cherry stem (a perfectly knotted stem) from his mouth, "I'll tell seungcheol you're studying for an exam"

he claps seokmin on the shoulder and exits the diner as you go over to seokmin and ask if he's alright bc this boy is still in disbelief

"yES! uh, yes! I'm alright!" seokmin clears his throat, "(y/n)! will you go out with me tonight?"

"huh? yes, of course, is something happening?" 

the bells go off in seokmin’s head as he grins madly, "perfect! meet me outside the diner at 7! what you’re wearing is fine!" he rushes out the door and now you’re the one in shock and disbelief

by the time 7pm rolls around, the sun is setting and you’re kinda getting cold just standing outside for seokmin to arrive

and without avail, the man of your dreams the hour rolls into the parking lot on his bike, taking off his helmet (safety first!) and offering you a helping hand on his bike

you climb aboard and hold on to seokmin tightly as he brings you to the more abandoned part of town, where there’s plenty of tagged buildings and such

seokmin pulls up to one particular building and covers your eyes as you get off the bike, "I obviously sing better than I draw, but ta da!"

and on the side of the building is a picture of what looks to be the outside of the diner? complete with a little ‘open’ sign and everything??

he guides you along to another wall where he painted a fake jukebox and his fake corner booth complete with a milkshake on the table but with two straws in the shake

and there below the faux jukebox is a picnic set for two ppl with candles set up on the concrete and a small stereo with your favorite songs playing

"I wanted to stay inside the diner, but you must get tired of being there everyday so, I re-created it here! it’s not exactly the same—I mean this might be illegal? and the paint is still kinda fresh—but it’s drying and I tried fixing us up something but it’s not exactly perfect—"

you laugh as seokmin rambles on, "seokmin, this is wonderful!" your heart is racing bc my goshhh it’s like a scene from a film! "no one’s ever gone through the trouble of doing all of this for me, thank you"

seokmin grins and you two eat the picnic dinner with all the romantic songs playing in the background, eventually laying down on the blanket together and staring up at the stars

you start singing along to the music and seokmin nearly falls asleep bc your voice is so soothing

a small snore escapes his lips and you nudge him bc you think you’re boring him with your singing

"just the opposite, told you you had the voice of an angel, angel" he winks just as you roll your eyes

he shrugs off his jacket and put it on your shoulders as you shiver, making you drown in his warmth and smell of his cologne

when seokmin takes you back home, he wraps his hand in yours and lingers on your doorstep for the longest time

he pouts as you try to pull away from him even when you don’t want to, "do you really have to go back to heaven?"

"still with the angel stuff?"

"baby, you are my angel"

ending notes: lee seokmin always goes to the diner for the milkshakes, but stays for you and your angelic voice (even if you don’t think so)

<3

[sabraeal]

"It's either this or you sleep in the tub."/"Alright. Get up here." - just one piece will dooooo, bruh (ObiYuki probs)

Zen is the first.

“It looms like the Sword of Damocles,” he mutters. “I just have to get it over with.”

A week after the auction, he and Coco – her name is legally Coco; Obi will never get over rich people – spend an evening at Mohegan Sun. He’s tight lipped on the details, but doesn’t skimp as far as Obi can see: a limo picks them up, Zen is dressed to the nines and holding tickets to some concert.

“Really going all out, huh, chief?” he drawls, watching as Zen buttons and unbuttons his suit jacket, posing with a dramatic hip-pop in the hall mirror. He could be out of whatever catalog rich people order their clothes from.

Do rich people order their clothes from catalogs? A mystery.

Zen sniffs. “I do have a reputation to keep.”

Kiki looks up from her laptop. “With who? Delta Nu?”

He grimaces. “You know. People. Expectations.”

“The last time I heard anything about your reputation, it was that you were expected to not have a date at prom.”

“Don’t. Help.” Zen grounds out. Obi draws blood trying not to laugh.

Mitsuhide waits until after finals. “It’d be a fun way to relax,” he says, looking the least relaxed Obi’s ever seen him.

Kiki’s mouth curves into the slightest of smiles. “Sounds like fun.”

Mitsuhide looks like he’s going to collapse from relief. “I-I thought we might go to Boston. Since there’s nothing out here, really.”

Her mouth parts, showing a flash of teeth. Obi feels a flash of concern for the Big Guy. It’s the same sort of look prey items see before their neck snaps. “Let’s make a day of it. I’ll handle accommodations.”

“But I’m –”

“You’re planning everything else,” she says smoothly, as if she’s practiced. “I can get this. One night?”

Obi hears the spring of a trap when Mitsuhide says, “Yes.”

They leave Saturday morning. Kiki is wearing a skirt.

“Be safe, kids,” Obi calls out when he hears the door open.

“Don’t worry,” Kiki calls back wryly. “I packed plenty of condoms.”

The door’s too thick to hear Mitsuhide’s response. He’ll have to ask about it tomorrow.

They come back on Tuesday. Kiki is wearing a Canadien’s jersey five times too large for her.

She’s also holding Mitsuhide’s hand.

“I should take notes,” Obi teases when she walks past. She stops, gives him a long, considering look that makes goosebumps breakout over his skin.

“You should,” she says, thoughtful.

Obi knows what Zen means about the sword of Damocles. Whatever that was will be hanging over his neck for the next forever.

Summer’s almost ended when Kiki approaches him.

“You know money is exchanged for goods and services,” she says, apropos to nothing.

He’s halfway into his closet, trying to dig out his swim trunks – if he’s not going to use them at Lyrias, when is he going to use them? – and his laugh echoes in the corners. “I think between the two of us, Ms Kiki, you are not the one to lecture me on how money works.”

She’s silent a moment. “Shirayuki paid for a date.”

“No,” he says slowly, finding it balled up behind his dress shoes. “She paid for you guys to get good beer for Rush Week. It just so happens that I was who she bid on.”

Kiki grunts, disgruntled. “You should do it. I’m sure she’d like the excuse to spend some time with you.”

“She’ll be spending all her time with me in Lyrias.”

“I think she’d like an excuse to…be away,” Kiki tries again, her tone carefully removed. He sits back on his legs, and she shoots a pointed glance down the hall. Toward Zen’s room.

The chief has been…clingy isn’t the right word.

Overbearing.

“Yeah, okay,” he says finally. “I guess you got a point.”

“Why don’t you go to the city?” she suggests after a moment. “It’ll be your last chance for a while.”

“Yeah.” He nods. “That’s a good idea.”

“I know.” She waits until he’s poked his head back in the closet to say, “You should make a day of it. I can handle your rooms, if you like.”

“That’s not –”

“I insist.” Her tone leaves little room for argument. “I’d like to treat you both. As a gift.”

His instinct is to ask what her game is, just what she thinks she’ll be getting from all this – but he tamps down on it. These are his friends. They care about him. He’s got to remember that.

“Thanks,” he says instead. “That’d be nice.”

“Great.” He looks back, and she’s actually smiling. “I’ll handle it.”

He’s buried in the back of the Cherokee, trying to figure out a way to hang his shirt that doesn’t have it settle on the floor, getting creases and shit – ah, fuck being so tall – when a shadow falls over him.

“I thought you said you were wearing a tie,“ Shirayuki says, so abrupt he whacks his head on the roof.

Wow, yep. Good thing this is a fake date, because he’s doing so good thus far. Haven’t even left the driveway and already he’s halfway to concussed.

“Oh!” she yelps, diving toward him as he ducks out, her small hands coming to cradle his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t – oh, let me look at it, Obi! It looks like it hurt.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he assures her, but he’s only a good guy, not a great guy, so when she sinks her hands into the bristle of his hair, seeking out where he’s bruised – well, it feels nice. There’s no real reason to stop her.

Of course, that’s when he realizes what she’s wearing.

“Oh,” he breathes, though he doesn’t know how. he’s used to seeing her in floaty boho dresses, but now she’s in this retro sundress, blue and white polka dots and – “Wow.”

She stills, her whole body pressed along the length of his to reach his bowed head. It looks a little ridiculous, her crisp cotton polka dots next to the ribbing of his tank top, like something out of greaser movie. A nervous giggle bubbles out of her, but she doesn’t step back, just continues to inspect him for damage.

“Ah, yeah,” she hums shyly, “you said you were wearing a tie, so I um…feel overdressed.”

“N-no, I, um.” He steps away now. She can’t be that close to him, looking so cute and wholesome. It makes him want to…rumple her. “I am. It’s just hot, and the Cherokee’s air is busted, so…”

“Oh!” She nods, emphatic. “All right! I was just going to ask if I should change, but –”

“Aw, c’mon, Doc.” He gives her a grin, winking at her behind his sunglasses. “Don’t go changing, I like you the way you –”

“Right,” she sighs, stomping around to the other side of the car. “I’m picking the music.”

“Aw, c’mon –”

“The rules are simple,” comes her muffled voice. “Lame music jokes lose you privileges.”

“But –”

“Do you want me to get Kiki?”

The drive to Boston from the valley takes two hours, but with her it passes like nothing.

He’s shrugging on his button-up in the parking garage, when she finally realizes where they are.

“We’re going to the aquarium?”

If it was anyone else, that would be incredulous, petulant, but with her, it’s – elated. She’s excited. He looks up as he tucks in his tails, and she’s got her hands clasped in front of her chest, all starry-eyed, and he –

Oh, wow, he just…he has a real problem here. “You been yet?”

He knows the answer, but it gives them something to talk about while he rolls up his sleeves, gives him something to think about other than opening up the Cherokee’s hatch and showing her what kind of things he usually does with girls.

“No!” She’s breathless. Good, now they match. “But Garrack says it’s laid out well. You can mostly follow the evolution of vertebrates, as long as you don’t mind that they can’t, you know, get a coelacanth.”

“Is there an aquarium that has one?” he teases, tightening his tie. “Someone page Dr Erdmann –”

“Oh, hush,” she says, slender fingers wrapping around his forearm. Her fingers a pleasantly cool against his skin, even in the dead of summer. “Come on, I want to see the penguins first.”

“Aren’t they the most derived –?”

“Did I pay extra for teasing?” she laughs, dragging him behind her. “Is that why you’re so expensive?”

“We’ve been over this,” he says, ignoring the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. “It’s because I put out.”

He lets her lead, dragging him from the penguins to her one-woman tour of vertebrate evolution – complete with commentary about how the tanks could be laid out in a more logical manner – but they end up, as he always knew they would, at the ocean tank.

It’s huge; twenty-three feet from bottom to top, a ramp tightly spiraling around the glass. It’s crowded – that’s what he gets for taking her out on a Saturday during summer – but they find a place between two concrete struts, right up against the glass, and – and –

Doc looks like heaven.

It’s dark on the lower levels, just the track-lighting and tank for light, and she’s painted in scintillating blues and greens, shadows passing over as the bigger animals rotate past, carried by the current. They’ve both got one hip pressed to the ledge, facing each other but not; she’s practically pressed her face against the tank, eyes and mouth open in wonder and –

And oh wow, this is a problem. This isn’t – he doesn’t just like her. He – he –

“Obi, look!” She grabs his arm, pointing with her free hand. “That’s Myrtle. She’s their green sea turtle. And there’s two loggerheads somewhere in here.”

He takes another moment to take her in, to commit the way she looks to memory, and turns to look up at the tank.

It’s strange to see one swimming from this angle; he’s always looking at them from the surface, but he’s watching her move from all angles, seeing every way she articulates –

“Wow,” he breathes. He’s a world away from where he was two years ago, just getting out of PT, throwing his Vicodin in the garbage, feeling weird about going to school with kids.

“Amazing,” she sighs, smile wide and wistful across her face. “Can you believe it? That is what we’re going to study.”

He can’t, not really, not when a year ago he’d been Undeclared, thinking about quitting, wondering if he’d ever find a place he’d fit for even a moment, and now –

Now he’s here. He has a major. He has a life. He has a purpose.

And he knows who to thank for it.

He opens his mouth – to tell her maybe, to admit just a small portion of the gratitude he has for having met her –

When suddenly she is flush against him, her breasts pressed to his ribs, hips aligned with his, hand gripping his shirt while his own clutch at her waist.

“Sorry,” says some kid, half their height, barely looking at them as he crouches to see a shark through the rail.

Her breath skitters over his chest. “Sorry,” she murmurs, and it takes him half a minute to realize she means him.

“No prob –” His words stutter when her hand runs down his tie, straightening how it lies over his shirt. “N-no problem, Doc. Always a pleasure to have you fall for me.”

She groans, pushing him gently, and he takes the opportunity to put some space between them, to catch his breath.

“Anyway,” he says, “we should get going. Don’t want to be late for dinner.”

“Oh.” She blinks. “We aren’t going to eat here?”

“Please, Doc,” he laughs, tugging her by the hand. “I know you would have ordered the fish, and then someone would have said something about slow learners --”

“You would say that.”

“Someone,” he insists with a grin. “And then you would have sat there with your cute pouty face, trying to bum some of my rice pilaf off of me --”

“Oh,” she sighs, her voice wavering with laughter, “heaven forbid.”

Obi doesn’t do dates.

He’s never needed to. All his experience with woman has been girls who know what they want, and it’s seven minutes of quality time on the nearest flat surface with his dick. Sometimes he’d go back to their place, spend a few hours doing things right, but – no staying for breakfast. No midnight snacks. He didn’t even accept a power bar that one time a girl offered it to him, saying you need it after that performance.)

So going to an actual food serving location and sitting there for an undisclosed amount of time and making conversation? Not something that’s been at the top of his list to do. He wouldn’t know where to start.

”That’s why you have me,” Kiki says, lounging on his bed as she flips through options on her phone. “I will make you look like less of a loser.”

“Hey,” he laughs, throwing a pillow at her. “Girls love me.”

She doesn’t even flinch, just grabs it out of the air and tucks it under her arm.

“Fine.” Her mouth slants to one side, giving him a flash of teeth. “I will make you look like less of a horse-dicked loser.”

The place Kiki picks –Water Line, just down on the next pier – is nice. Swanky.

Expensive.

Obi’s intimately aware of the balance in his checking account; he sees it hovering in his vision when he looks at the prices on the menu. He knows that thirty dollars for an entree – especially seafood – isn’t extravagant, but it’s also not – not –

Affordable. Not for a college kid who just started his life over.

He breathes through his panic. He can do it; he doubts Doc could eat enough to break the bank. Even still…goodbye to that that oil change he was going to do before they left.

“Oh my,” Doc murmurs, slender fingers pressed to her lips. She’s gone two shades paler just perusing the appetizers. “It’s so expensive here. I can just get some – soup? I think soup is cheap…relatively…”

“Hey.” His hand shoots out, grabbing the one she’s laid on the table between them. “It’s fine. Get what you want.”

Her teeth sunk anxiously into her lower lip. He forces down the urge to lean over, to catch it both of his and soothe away the worry marks with his tongue. Ugh, not appropriate.

“Are you sure? I don’t –”

He gives her hand a squeeze, palms touching. “C’mon, Doc. you dropped a whole bunch of cash to get here after all.”

Her eyes narrow, searching his face, but she nods finally, giving him a shy smile. “Well,” she says, fidgeting with the napkin in her lap, “I had heard that you put out.”

“Oh, I see.” He can’t fight his grin. “The truth comes out. I see right through you, Doc, you just want me for my –”

“Excuse me.” A waiter reaches between them, tipping both their wine glasses upright, and then he’s popping a bottle of red –

“Uh,” Obi starts, suddenly at a loss for words. The edge of the bottle’s label is peeling at the edges, and that seems like something – expensive. “I don’t think we ordered that –”

The man smiles, pouring the rich red into their glasses. “Compliments of Miss Seiran.”

Thx 4 vino

You’re welcome.

gv me a hrt attkbut v cooldoc sez “it’s nice”“i feel warm”

Glad to know it’s being enjoyed.Dinner is on me by the way.

wat no waiwaitthats too much Kiki esp w the hotel & everythingim supposed to b paying for this thing

PleaseI want you two to have a good timeAnd you won’t if you’re thinking about how you have $304.08 in your checking account.

How do you KNOW that

Math.PleaseThink of this as a farewell gift.If it makes you feel better.

….Thank you

Thank me by enjoying yourselves.

Doc has a little too much over dinner. Not enough to be drunk, but she’s leaning into him as they walk along the pier to the hotel, hand wrapped in his.

(”It’s a date, isn’t it?” she asks when he blinks down at her. “People hold hands on dates.”

God, is his mouth dry. “R-right.”)

When they get to the front desk, he’s a live wire, so aware of how Doc is curled into him that he hardly listens to the concierge when he repeats the room reservation. It feels like everyone is staring, that everyone there knows she isn’t his, she’s for someone else, and -- and even still he can’t push her away.

All he hears is “Under Seiran?” and he squeaks up, “Yep!”

So he really shouldn’t be surprised. Not when Kiki made the reservation. He’s sure somewhere in their nine months plus of friendship, he has earned this particular prank.

“Obi,” Shirayuki slurs, face emerging from his side, “why is there only one bed?”

The suite is huge, it’s got a living room and a dining room and a balcony and just – it’s super swanky. Better -- and bigger -- than every apartment he’s ever lived in. So when he sits in the bathroom, staring at his phone, he knows he’s not going to text Kiki. This isn’t a mistake. Kiki knew exactly what she was doing when she booked the world’s most swankiest suite with only one – albeit enormous – bed.

He takes a deep breath and walks back out, running smack into Shirayuki and her neat little bag of toiletries.

“Ah, sorry, Doc,” he sighs, stepping aside to let her past. “I didn’t – this is my fault. I could –”

“It’s fine, Obi.” She sets down her bag a little too precisely. “It’s not like we’ve never slept in the same bed.”

Right, that’s true, but – but there’s a different between passing out from too much anime too late, and planning to share a bed. Planning to share a bed that was covered in rose petals when they arrived.

She shrugs, nonchalant, though he can see her hands tremble in the mirror. “I mean, it’s either this or you sleep in the tub.”

He stares, watching her brush her teeth. “Or, I mean, the couch. Couches exist.”

“You’re not sleeping on the couch,” she tells him after she spits. “That’s stupid.”

“You’re right,” he says, sauntering back into the bedroom, Doc trailing along behind him. “I’m the one not paying for this room for both of us. I get the big fancy bed.”

He flops showily onto the mattress, throwing the sheets around his hips. Oh god, they’re silk.

She’s been hanging around him far too much, because she gives him the flattest, least impressed look, and says, “Am I honestly supposed to believe you’d let me sleep on the couch?”

“Alright,” he sighs, opening the covers for her. “Get up here.”

She giggles, slinking shyly towards him in her pajamas – just some sleep shorts and a t-shirt – and curls into bed beside him. The moment her hands touch him his heart pounds, and he thinks he’ll never sleep, just lay up being consumed by his own desire, but –

But she lays her head on his chest, breath evening out, and he just – just passes out.

Best sleep of his life.

They come home the next morning, her wearing his hoodie, not holding hands.

Kiki frowns as he walks past, drowning in one of Mitsuhide’s shirts. “You’re a disappointment.”

“Hey,” he says, grabbing his coco puffs from the cabinets. “I’m a gentleman.”

[perriecruz]

full name: elena jane cruz

nickname: ella

age: 17

birth date: june 27

city of birth: new york, new york

gender: female

preferred pronouns: she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual

occupation: student

face claim: lauren jauregui

family connections

parents: perrie cruz and haven curriere

siblings: nathan, braxton and denver cruz

physical traits

eye colour: green

height: 5′4

body build: curvy

notable physical traits: her eyes honestly like wow!!

playlist

i know a place; muna

little bit of your love; haim

hotter than hell; dua lipa

no more sad songs; little mix ft. machine gun kelly

bad bitch; bebe rexha

the rundown

Elena Cruz was a miracle in her parents eyes. When Perrie and Haven decided that they wanted to have a family the dreams of starting their own were halted when they were told that Haven was faced with infertility problems. So they adopted their three boys. Three years after they brought Braxton into their life the two were surprised to find out that they would indeed be having a baby of their own. Not only were they able to finally conceive a child they were also having a little girl - something that Haven had wanted for a while.

Look wise, Elena is all Cruz. She resembles her father through and through but personality wise she mostly takes after her mother. Elena can come off as a bitch sometimes, in her words she’s not mean but brutally honest. She tells it like it is and never holds back anything; Which can be a good or bad thing depending on the situation. She’s the first to bring her friends down to earth and the first to put her brothers in their place. The last thing you ever want to do is under estimate Elena. She’s the daughter of greaser after all so she more than knows how to hold her own. While she might be a little rough around the edges once you really get to know her, Elena can be quite the softie. Although if you tell anyone that she’ll most likely punch you. She has a big heart, mostly for her friends and family. the value of family was insisted into Elena at an early age. She protects those she cares for the most and always sticks up for the little guy.

Coming from a mostly artistic family (minus Nathan and his football, pfft.) Elena found a love for music along with her brother Denver. It’s the one thing the two bond over. She doesn’t exactly want to make a career out of it but it’s a hobby. Her biggest passion is mostly in drawing and dancing. With dancing it was something she could connect herself with her mother. After all, Elena was closer to Haven than she was with Perrie and another thing they could bond over made the girl happy. Although at times Haven could be a bit of a helicopter parent when it came to her daughters dancing (mostly if she was eating) she supported her nonetheless. Elena isn’t completely sure if she’s going to follow in her two older brother footsteps and make a career out of her art. She’d much rather use her talents for something much more bigger, something that helped people who didn’t have a voice. Whatever she decides to do with her future there’s one thing that remains true; Elena Cruz is a force to be reckoned with. 

relationships

nathan, braxton & denver (her older brothers) -  being the youngest and the only girl it wasn’t always easy having three older brothers but she loves the dearly nonetheless.  Elena is closer to braxton and denver more so than she is nathan. it’s not that she doesn’t love him, she does, she just can’t connect with him the way she does with her other brothers. 

center stage kids - childhood friends, she loves some more than others. 

greaser kids - famfam

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Southwest Sound and Fury! A Short Overview of Indie and Punk in New Mexico by David Ensminger (Special thanks to Jobrian Stammer)

 By and large, New Mexico is a wind-swept, arid slice of the U.S. known as the home to the nuclear bomb; vast white sands; an occasional gritty city; stretched-out Albuquerque, the notorious backdrop to Breaking Bad; uber modern popsters The Shins; and hot-pounding drummer extraordinaire Randolpho Francisco "Randy" Castillo, from Ozzy Osbourne and Motley Crue. It has nonetheless produced a startling punk community, especially from the 1990s until today. 

 In the 1960s, frat-rock, big beat, and garage nugget style music held some sway, in which King Richard and the Knights instrumental surfy forays broke through the din, while The Kreeg offered up desert-rock tuneage and Fe-Fi-Four Plus 2 unleashed psychedelic noodling. 

 Flash forward a few decades, though, starting with the time that band like Jerry’s Kidz electrified the state at joints like B&M (behind a lock shop), where Conflict from Arizona would stop by for insurgent gigs in 1983. 

 That same year Jerry’s Kidz released their opus “Well Fed Society,” a well-produced, manic, guitar-slathered, incisive EP (sonically resting between Secret Hate, Los Olvidados, and the F.U.’s) on Test Site; the fine-lined horror punk graphics by Jaime Trujillo (who sketched for Mutual Oblivion zine too) are grim, death-teeming, and memorable as Pushead, firmly within the skate-punk aesthetic (a shreddin’ skeleton leers on the back cover), while the tunes like “Marionetts” and “DWI” are smoldering bash’n’rock embodying frantic pre-hardcore rage and rigor. Check out the cut’n’paste images of E.T, skate crews, and the band in action on the insert. Singer David Duran soon joined Clown Alley, legendary mid-1980s Bay Area metal-punk provocateurs featuring Lori Black (later of Melvins fame), the daughter of Shirley Temple, who released Circus of Chaosfor Alchemy Records.

 On the new wave and power pop spectrum, The Philisteens, a slightly geeky but fluid and focused power trio unit, were tightly coiled and electrifying, producing tuneful, hi-energy fare that reminds one of agile Code Blue meets a meatier version of the Police. Their gigs drew boisterous crowds at the likes of the Student Union Ballroom at the University of New Mexico, while the groovy light dance-pop of the Muttz (from Taos) drew similar college crowds, as did Beverly’s Boyfriend, who embraced Pat Benatar formulas. Most bizarre, though, might be The Wet Sox, a homegrown version of UB40 that played “NM Funk Rock Reggae.”

 By the 1990s, though, punk had metastasized as the hammering genre of choice for many antsy, dissenting, feral, and fierce desert youth looking for kicks.

 Santa Fe, a tourist-heavy enclave in the northern half where one can smell pine nuts roasting in the biting chill, somehow delivered Logical Nonsense to the world, who were grabbed up first by Very Small, then Alternative Tentacles, by the late 1990s. Their wall-of-noise and scum/thrash/grind/powerviolence is menacing and seemingly out-of-whack with the Polaroid picture, pueblo-lined nature of the city. Try the metallic “Death Approach.” One member later helped form Econarchy in 2013, a grind/hardcore unit known for releases like Economy Monarchy. Others in the 2000s, like Laughing Dog, bottled the grindcore method too.

 On the southern tip, Las Cruces has been often overshadowed by its larger, West Texas sister city El Paso, which burgeoned with punk, from the Plugz and Rhythm Pigs to At the Drive-In. Often, lonely Las Cruces suffered brain drain, like the five punks who ventured north to Albuquerque in the mid-1990s to form the rockabilly-punk Jonny Cats, whose “Burning Rubber” 7" (American Low Fidelity) is a pomade-drenched motorcycle classic. In recent years, Local Crap Records took up the slack in town, producing bands like The Casual Fridays and Homegrown Outlaws.

 For years, the underground music scenes clustered in Albuquerque, centered mostly around Central Ave. and the university neighborhoods, where cheap rent, dry bursts of oven-like heat, abundant diners and eateries, as well as armies of skittering roaches were the norm. Record stores like Mind Over Matter, Natural Sound, Bow Wow Records, and Drop Out Records became epicenters.

 Meanwhile, rock’n’roll clubs offered cheap thrills, from small dives like collegiate Fat Chance, all ages Club 909,  and the murky Dingo Bar, which booked the likes of Mike Watt, Unsane, God Bullies, and the Cows, to Golden West Saloon, which hosted road shows by the dozens, from Brainiac and L7 to the Dickies, Pegboy, and  Jon Spencer. The sister venue to Golden West was the much larger El Rey, which held terrific nights of brazen underground rock’n’roll, like co-billed Jawbreaker and No Means No drawing 1,000 kids.

 Unfortunately, the Golden West Saloon, in the hands of the Kathy Zimmer family since 1929,  when her grandfather erected it, was ravaged by fire in 2008, after a linseed soaked rag in a plastic container spontaneously combusted, not long after the Business gigged there.

 Such spaces nourished locals like Elephant. Not unlike the Pixies, they were a tight, dual-gendered, gravely rock’n’punk outfit that released two singles and an album on Resin Records, a start-up label that incubated a variety of acts, like Bring Back Dad, ALLUCANEAT, Treadmill, Flake, and more. In fact, Flake toured out West on occasion, opening for notables like Archers of Loaf, Rocket From the Crypt and Yo La Tengo. They also cut the tune “Deluca” for a split single with Henry’s Dress, for Omnibus Records, and the Spork EP for Science Project before renaming and rebranding as The Shins.

 Meanwhile, Big Damn Crazy Weight, whose thudding, thundering “Tijeras” 7” (on Resin) recalls the era of Amphetamine Reptile, landed a single, “Mighty As Well,” that debuted on Sub Pop in Oct. 1992.

 Resin’s prime act was The Drags, the delirious three-piece garage ensemble that soon took up residence on Empty and Estrus Records, who released three of their non-stop action albums, including Dragsploitation … Now! Try the scurvy surf beater “$7 Bologna” or the full-bore smash’n’pummel “Shovel Fight,” a little like early Makers, or “Elongated Man,” a head-spinning mash-up of the Ramones, Ventures, and Man or Astroman? They even appear on The Sore Losers soundtrack alongside Jack Oblivion, ’68 Comeback, and Los Diablos Del Sol. And in a true testament to their stripped-to-the-bone, wild-ass charms, Rocket From The Crypt covered their “Allergic Reaction” on RFTC’s EP On a Rope in 1992.

 On the poppier spectrum, bands were aplenty, like the Alarm Clock, Young Adults, and the Ponies, but the persistently tuneful Rondelles (also members of LuxoChamp) drew the attention of Grist-Milling, Teenbeat, K, and Smells Like Records, producing fare that is garagey, smart, lean, and wooly. They eventually hightailed to Washington D.C. and toured with the likes of Mooney Suzuki before imploding. On the emo side of things, Silver, featuring writer David Ensminger on drums, self-released a 45 single as well as a split single with roiling Midwest greaser punks Nitro Jr. Guitarist Jobrian Stammer, currently a noted tattooist, continued in acts like Rollover 45, Better Off Dead, and more recently, the venal distorted grit of Losing It.

 In 1994, the tongue-tying, indie rock Triskadeckaphobia released “Lady Brown” on Superstition Records, while Luxo Champ (punchy keyboard punk ala Servotron) released their self-titled EP on Super 8 Underground, including titanic tunes like Spacerobotactionfun! Scared of Chaka blitzkrieged the states with their manic Dickies-meets-Marked Men energy, producing numerous quintessential cuts for 702, Sub City, Hopeless, and Empty Records, including a split with Word Salad for Science Project. As their more obscure counterparts, Word Salad pursued the dark side relentlessly, cutting drum-heavy grind for Prank, Dogshit Recurdz, and Hater of God.

 Meanwhile, three adept sisters (Gel, Laura, and Lisa Baca) formed the core of the Eyeliners (formerly Psychodrama), who remain one of the state’s most prolific and recognized exports. Their stealthy pop-punk fare quickly rose to the top of the heap, making labels like Sympathy for the Record Industry, Lookout! Records, and even Blackheart Records scramble for them. Chew on "Here Comes Trouble" for snotty, leather-jacketed, melodic fury.

 Meanwhile, young guns from Albuquerque over the last decade continue to ply their trade, like trad-punkers Party Vikings, the hybrid metal minders Leeches of Lore, and Russian Girlfriends, a nimble hardcore unit reminiscent of a thrashier version of early Asexuals or Samiam, whose debut LP was released by Orange Whip Records. Doomed to Exist (brute distortion that sounds like Japanese d-beat), Wulff, Lucia, Twelve Titans, Honorable Death, Embelisk, and Cobra Vs. Mongoose shred too, filling up places venues like the Launchpad, American Legion Post 49, and the Armory.

 In addition, SceneXSplitter is now one of the self-made DIY media outlets that keeps the city abuzz.

 Though most of the country thinks the southwest is a weird void, desert youth will never recede and keep quiet in the dustbin of history.

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