#johnny faust x reader

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Imagine taking care of Johnny after he gets injured while performing

Johnny watches you flitter around your shared bedroom, moving from corner to corner to tidy up the room.

There's nothing much for you to clean, neither one of you likes clutter so you make a point of never leaving a mess. If the rest of the band were to see you, they would have probably thought you wanted

No, he knows the real reason as to why you're cleaning: you're trying to ignore him, too angry at him and his recklessness. Ever since this morning when Ricky and Vic helped bring him home from the hospital and moved him to the bed, you've had your back turned to him.

Being met with your back is not his only sign telling him you're upset. You've purposefully avoided looking at him too. He knows cause he's been trying to catch your gaze for the past few minutes and he's watched your eyes flit over him to focus on a new thing to tidy up.

You had warned him about being careful and safe at each one of the concerts you attended which he always brushed off your concern with a carefree grin.

"What's rock and roll without craziness and danger." He would tell you, pulling you into a kiss before pulling away to make his way onstage.

However, his luck didn't last very long as The Relentless' most recent concert left him with three shattered ribs.

"[Name]," Johnny calls out to you, trying to get your attention once more as he carefully and slowly moves himself into a seated position. The movement causes the broken bones inside him to shift and he groans in pain when a sharp stabbing sensation erupts inside him, even though he's pretty heavily medicated.

The sounds cause you to leave the dresser and rush over to him. "Johnny, you can't move! The doctor said you shouldn't make any unnecessary moves for the first few days. You have to give the bones time to fuse together."

The singer smiles as you finally meet his gaze but the smile quickly falls down when he gets a good look at you. There's no sign of anger on your face: no furrowed eyebrows, narrowed eyes, or clenched jaw. Instead, all he sees are puffy, tear-filled eyes, wet cheeks, and a deep frown. Your name leaves his lips in a soft voice before you start crying at his gentle tone.

"Do you know how scared I was?" You start, taking a shaky breath as you wipe the tears from your eyes. "I'm watching you from the side of the stage thinking, here goes Johnny again doing something reckless again, when you start climbing up the pillars.

Johnny doesn't say anything, knowing that you need to let this all out. Instead, he takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers together, a small gesture to let you know that he's here for you.

"Then the next thing I know, I'm just watching you try to jump back on stage only to see you push off the pillar and miss the stage. I swear it was like it all happened in slow motion when I watched you slam into the stage." You break into a sob and look away from your boyfriend to stare at the bed, the memory playing once more in your head.

Johnny's face falls into a frown. Raising a hand, he pushes past a wince of pain to brush the falling tears away. "I'm sorry," He tells you, using a finger to raise your head to meet your eyes. "I didn't mean to scare you."

The two of you stay silent, taking the other in.

Your tears gradually stop and you take a shaky breath as you stare at Johnny. You lean into him, careful to not aggravate his injury, and softly bring him into a kiss. It's different from the other kisses you've shared. It's not one of the quick pecks where either he's rushing off to meet the band or you're on your way to work nor is it one of the heated makeout sessions you frequently find yourselves in. There's a different sense of desperation underlying this kiss conveying the fear you felt but there's also a sense of relief and reassurance. Relief that he's still here and that it wasn't anything worse. Reassuring him that you still love him despite the idiotic ideas that cross his mind and will cross his mind again.

When you finally pull back for some air, you rest your forehead against his and take the moment in. "I'm just glad you're okay."

[undinegeist]

don’t want to live without you

-xx-

Johnny

-xx-

“Hey.” She speaks first; I’m scared, cold, shaking, outside and inside.

“Hey.”

“How was the fest?”

“Great, yeah. I’m…I’m exhausted, it was so crazy, but it was awesome too.”

She grins, and I melt, though I try not to show it.

“I saw one of the streams…you’re done collecting bras for real?”

I’d stopped doing that for Gretchen’s sake when we got back together, not caring that it made me look uncool; it was force of habit more than anything, plus it made me less of a dinosaur…Y/N’s always had a different way of thinking though.

“Are you disappointed?” I can tell she’s something that isn’t nice.

“Yeah, but…just a little.” She laughs, makes a square with her fingers, sort of nervous, but I feel something warm inside. “I like you, I just…want you to have fun. Refusing bras sounds boring.”

“I’ll…I’ll keep that in mind for the next tour.” All I can hear, though, are the words ‘I like you,’ on endless repeat in my head.

“Cool…I’ll watch for that.”

“Maybe…maybe you’ll be watching from side stage.”

Her eyes glitter, and my heart’s beating so hard, I feel dizzy with it…I’m caught between wanting to slip the words back in and the thought of holding her.

“Only if you’ll let me keep them.” She smirks…and then she’s hugging me; I feel like I could fly, better than any high.

-xx-

Y/N

-xx-

He feels different, skinnier, but underneath that, I missed him so much I don’t care that he’s dressed to the nines, wearing things I’d twist my nose at…I’ll still twist it, but never hard enough to hurt him.

“I…I really missed you.” He has his fingers in my hair, but I don’t mind, unlike with most people.

“I missed you, too.”

He sighs. “Why didn’t I ask you to come with me?”

I move back just enough to look up at him, resting my chin on his chest. “Because we’d just gotten fucked out of our minds and had things to sort out before we did whatever it is we’re going to do.”

“So…we’re going to do it? You still want to?”

If this was before, I’d run from the breaking in his voice, chase it with a high, fuck whoever I could find to pretend I didn’t want him…I know there’s no way around it now, even if it scares me, even if one of us goes before the other…I can never let him go, no matter how hard I try.

“I don’t want to live without you.”

He shivers, moves closer. “Is it cheesy if I kiss you?”

“Let’s give our audience what they want.”

-xx-

Johnny

-xx-

She smirks, and I can’t take it, I’ve waited so long…she moves first, though, faster than me, and it barely seems to matter that I’m too tall for her; she reaches most of the way on her own, and then our tongues are flicking past each other’s, and it feels like we’ve never done this before.

-xx-

Maya

-xx-

Elias sighs, and I turn to follow his eyes; Johnny and Y/N kissing, thankfully not in the limelight this time…the damage control before was the worst.

“I guess it’s finally happening, huh?”

“Did you ever think it wouldn’t? After the shenanigans at the pool in the UK…”

“That was what I thought would kill it. Plus…I thought it’d be Lily, not Y/N.”

I shudder. “Thank God it’s not Lily.”

He nods, but he’s distracted. “Well…I guess he’ll need a new assistant.”

“No, I won’t.”

He comes out of nowhere, arm around her, and though I’m not surprised, Elias starts.

“You’ll be giving me a heart attack, moving like that, kid.”

He’s laughing, patting Elias on the shoulder. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll be louder next time.”

“That’s the only thing I miss from your wasted days…we could all hear you coming a mile away.”

Johnny rolls his eyes, but he’s smirking. “Thanks. Listen…we’re gonna duck out for a minute.”

“To go where?!”

“Nowhere dangerous, promise.” Y/N looks him straight in the face, and that calms him; he’s always trusted her when it comes to Johnny, though his eyes narrow a moment later.

“You’re not getting matching tattoos, are you?”

The look in both their eyes give them away; Elias is going red in the face, and honestly, it’s funny.

“It’s Christmas Eve, we’re in the snow, where are you even going to find someone at this hour?! If you make them visible, how will we explain it when you’re seen together working, it’s…”

“El, please…” Oh God. They look too amused; I’m worried. “Come on. Johnny has a million tattoos, what’s one more?”

“Plus, we’ll be getting them somewhere with restricted access.” He does something with his tongue that has me trying not to laugh - or gag - though Elias only goes redder.

“Not on your asses!”

They’re laughing as they leave, passing Adam and Janis out the door, gone, though Elias is still sputtering like their mad old grandpa…

“What is going on here?” Adam, as ever, is puzzled, staring after them…and their held hands.

“They’re going out to get matching tattoos! On Christmas Eve!”

The indignation. I can’t hold it any longer; I’m laughing as he goes on a tirade, completely unnecessary, part of his charm. One of my favorite things about him.

“Wow. Never thought I’d see that happen.”

“I did.” Janis pipes up.

“Of course, of course you did, my love. So perceptive.” She hits him for his sarcasm, and somehow, he’s chasing her around the house.

I turn to Elias. “Well.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know what to do with all these damn kids.”

“Wait til the rest get here.”

He side-eyes me. “You’re the Devil, woman.”

“Nah, I’ll help you with them.”

“Thank you.”

We go to the kitchen, get started on dinner…before long, Vivian’s mother is helping, and then so is Vic; the house is full, Johnny and Y/N get back from the tattoos they refuse to speak about or - much to Elias’ relief - show.

Eventually we all sit down to eat, and it feels strangely safe…a place I never expected to get, with all these people who have suddenly become a better family than the one I came from.

[xinsareforever]

"CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTER"

MASTERLIST (WIP)

A

A.B.A

Anji Mito

Mornings with Anji

Anji giving his S/O a tit job (NSFW)

Answer

SFW and NSFW with a short S/O

Asuka R. Kreutz

NSFW headcanons

Axl Low

B

Baiken

NSFW Headcanons

Making out with Baiken

Bedman

Cuddling Hcs

A little kiss on the forehead

C

Chipp Zanuff

Chipp Zanuff and Jack-O getting scared by S/O

D

Dizzy

Helping Dizzy cut Kys hair

E

Elphelt Valentine

Elphelt x Reader (short)

F

Faust

G

Giovanna

Giving their S/O a titjob(NSFW)

Goldlewis Dickinson

H

Happy Chaos

I

I-No

Crushin' Hcs

I-No giving her S/O oral

Izuna

J

Jack-O' Valentine

Chipp Zanuff and Jack-O getting scared by S/O

Jam Kuradoberi

Cooking with Jam

Johnny

K

Kum Haehyun

Ky Kiske

S/O keeps him company (NSFW)

Cuddling Headcanons

Helping Dizzy cut Kys hair

L

Leo Whitefang

M

May

Millia Rage

Nighttime with Millia Rage

Stealing Milia and Testaments hats

Nighttime with Millia Pt.2 (NSFW)

N

Nagoriyuki

P

Potemkin

Relationship hcs

R

Ramlethal Valentine

Raven

Robo-Ky

Relationship hcs

Robo-Ky teasing S/O (NSFW)

S

Sin Kiske

Besties with Sin

Slayer

First time with Slayer (NSFW)

Immortal teen that sees Sharon and Slayer as parent figures

Sol Badguy

Sol sucking S/O off

T

Testament

Stealing Milia and Testaments hats

Friends with benefits

V

Venom

Jerking off and affection (NSFW)

Nap time with S/O

Z

Zato-1

Brushing Zato's hair

SFW and NSFW with a short S/O

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1. At this time, I will not write smut. I am okay writing more suggestive topics and may be open to writing smut in the future, but not right now.

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Another Day, Another Sinner To Pay

Hi, lovely people of Tumblr. I may or may not have written something so filthy, I won’t be able to see myself in the mirror for at least a week. This is my first time writing smut, so please go easy on me.

Reader x Luke Hemmings x Machine Gun Kelly in American Satan AU

2.5K

Warnings: don’t read it if you can’t handle smut, bad writing or you’re underage

Special thanks to @lukeisbaby for mentioning this pairing a few days ago, making it impossible to function until I had this written down, as well as giving it a read before I unleash this baby on you.

You knew that you could be a little judgmental at times. Some called it being an elitist, but you were pretty sure it was just your superior taste in music. You liked dirty bass lines and double pedals, gritty vocals and distorted guitars. You couldn’t care less about the romantic pop bullshit and rapping wasn’t music in your opinion. Making sure you voiced your opinion was at the top of your list of priorities, though.

It was one of the hottest summer nights that season and the humid air made your mind hazy. The two glasses of Zombie you’ve drained definitely had something to do with that, too. You were at your friend Johnny Faust’s place, celebrating the release of his band’s latest album, and the house was packed with artists and producers from almost every genre. 

That didn’t intimidate you, though. The liquid courage gave you a million and one reasons to pick a fight with the two blondes hanging out in Johnny’s backyard. They were both towering over you by at least a foot, slowly losing their patience with your incessant jabs about their music. You couldn’t help yourself, each time you would open your mouth and piss them off, their jaw would clench, making the muscles in your lower belly clench as well. You knew that you weren’t talking smack about their music anymore because you hated it, it was just because you liked seeing them react to your brattiness. You got a kick of the narrowing of their eyes. You got wet when you saw them breathe through their noses to contain their fury.

You were on your way to say that the only rapper that might have a bit of musicality to his songs was Eminem when Colson interrupted you. “Why do you have to be such a brat?” Bingo. “Do you get off on being a bitch to everyone at this party?” 

“As if,” you faked an indignant scoff. “Just because you can’t admit that your music is lame, doesn’t mean that I’m not right.”

“Just because your excuse is lame, doesn’t mean that your panties aren’t soaking wet right now.” You turn your head towards Luke, a little bit surprised by his straight-forwardness. Out of the two, he was definitely the quiet one. And you had to admit, if you weren’t wet by now, hearing him talk about your soaking pussy definitely did the trick.

“Ugh, you wish,” you say over your shoulder and turn your attention towards Colson who’s now looking at you with a smirk on his face. Your next retort gets lodged in your throat when you feel a hand creeping up on your inner thigh. You can feel Luke’s body moving behind you, feeling his mouth angle towards your ear, your eyes moving to lock onto Colson’s.

“So you mean to tell me that if I, hypothetically, lift my hand up a bit, I won’t find a wet patch on your panties?” Colson’s smirk just grows bigger, seeing your eyes bug out as Luke’s hand creeps up. You hear the groan as soon as you feel his index finger touch your lips.

“Damn it, Kells, you have to feel this for yourself. Not only has this slut been dripping while insulting us, she actually had the audacity to do it commando.”

Your mouth lets out a sound of distress as Colson corners you against Luke, followed by a moan as he drops his hand to join Luke’s. 

“No shit,” he says, dragging the pad of his middle finger from your opening to your clit. Your knees almost buckle as he starts to stroke you in a fast rhythm. Your breathing becomes labored, your eyes at half-mast, captivated by Colson’s stare, and your head falls back toward Luke’s chest as he starts to pump two fingers inside of you.

The feeling of both of them almost tips you towards the edge and you let out the tiniest whimper, lifting your hands to half-assedly push at Colson’s chest. You know that no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn’t be able to push them away, and that thought scared you as much as it excited you. You were pretty sure that there were eyes on you three from the other party people, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“What’s the matter little girl, cat got your tongue?” you hear Luke whisper in your ear. “Are you gonna be a good little slut for us and finally shut your mouth?” In a last act of defiance, you turn your head towards him and whimper out a “No.”

His reaction comes faster than your hazy mind can process. He’s removing his fingers from under your dress and forcefully shoving them in your mouth. “You sure about that?” You’re almost glad that your mouth is stuffed with his digits to stop the moan from escaping. One of the most powerful orgasms you’ve ever experienced rips through your body, making the two men laugh at you. “Guess we found a way to shut her up.”

-----

Getting through the throng of people in the living room without falling on your knees is difficult but made possible with the large hand braced on your lower back. Colson is guiding you to one of Johnny’s bedrooms, Luke walking a step behind the two of you. The lingering elation from your orgasm makes your heart beat fast and your thoughts turn silent and you’re welcoming this feeling because you’re almost sure that it’s only going to get better.

You take three steps into the room and you stop. Colson steps in front of you while Luke walks further in, looking for the light switch. He slowly puts his hands on your collarbones, gliding them upwards. You can feel his fingertips tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck, putting some pressure and tilting your head back. “Why aren’t you on your knees yet, slut?”

Taking the hint, you loosen your knees and drop to the floor, sitting on your haunches. The Doc Martens on your feet make it uncomfortable, but you’re too focused on his next command to care. You can feel his thumb rub against your bottom lip, smudging your red lipstick on the side, giving you a toothy smile. “There that’s better.” You almost smile up at him, feeling like a good girl, but he cuts it short when he starts dragging you backward and slams your body to the bedroom door. He moves a step closer, shoving his clothed crotch in your face. You raise your hands to shove at his thighs and squeeze your eyes shut, but you know there’s no escape. Your head still tilted, he uses one hand to open his fly and pull out his cock, rubbing it on your lipstick-stained cheek. “Open up.” You loosen your jaw the tiniest bit and he’s already feeding you his dick. He won’t stop pushing forward and you start to feel the nerves creeping in. Your heart starts to beat faster, your breathing accelerates and your head is stuck between a door and a very hard place. His thumb and index finger pinch your nose the second his tip hits the back of your throat and your eyes start to tear up when you squeeze them closed, just a part of your poor gag reflex. You can feel the insides of your mouth fill with your spit as well as his precum, not helping you with that slight panic attack at all. He starts moving faster, fucking your mouth while you’re on the verge of passing out. Black spots appear in your vision, but he forcefully takes his dick out, spreading your saliva all over your face. Feeling like you can finally breathe again, you start to register his voice “...up, get your ass on the bed.”

“No, don’t get up. I want you to crawl on your knees to me. Let’s see how much you really want this.” Your eyes move toward Luke, sitting on the side of the bed, legs spread wide. You start to move, feeling sharp pain in your knees every time they make contact with the floor. Colson bends down and yanks at your hair like a leash, dragging you to Luke. 

You’re crumpled on the floor in front of him, feeling like all of your energy has left your body, while buzzing with nerves at the same time. In no time, Luke’s pulling you by the back of your neck and pushing you over one of his thighs. He presses your head in the bedsheets to his left, locking your legs with his. His right hand lifts the edge of your dress over your hips, leaving your pussy exposed to his and Colson’s view. You’re getting even wetter if that’s possible. “Oh, this is priceless. Look at this mess, Kells. Such a dirty girl.”

His digits enter you once again, gliding as effortlessly as they did before, only this time, he uses a third finger on you. It’s a forceful invasion of your private parts and the logical part of your mind tells you that you should find a way to get him to back off, but you only manage to arch your back and slide his fingers even deeper than they previously were. “So fucking eager.” You can feel his fingers curl inside of you, finding that special spot and repeatedly pressing against it, making your fingers curl into the bedsheets and your thighs uncontrollably shake. His husky chuckles make you feel an intense humiliation, but you can’t stop yourself from crying out his name. 

The stimulation is almost too much and before you know it, the pressure in your lower belly disappears like a blinding supernova, leaving you breathless. You can feel his grip on your legs slip due to your juices running all over your legs, making a mess around your feet. Every time you try to gasp for air, he presses on that spot again, making you squirt once again and robbing you of your breath and any conscious thought you might have had.

You have nothing left to give, but you’re rudely taken away from your bubble of bliss by a harsh slap to your clit. The metal from his rings makes it ache and it also sends a zing throughout your nerves. He smacks your asscheeks twice in succession, leaving handprints.

Colson grabs you by the hair once more, pulling you to the middle of the bed on your hands and knees. He takes up your left, while Luke gets up on his knees on your right side. They land smack after smack on your ass, turning it a cherry red, making you squirm and moan with every blow. You can feel the shift in the energy when Luke starts to pull your dress over your body, keeping it tangled around your hands while he sits himself in front of you. Colson gets behind you, squeezing your sore flesh. He starts to grind on you and every time he goes up, the zipper of his jeans scratches your clit, making you moan in Luke’s face. As if they’re reading each other’s thoughts, Luke makes you take his cock at the same time Colson enters you from behind. The force of his thrust makes you bob on Luke, eliciting a moan from both of you. He has one hand on your head, guiding the tempo and the other on your tied-up hands on his chest, leaving you stretched out like a cat for them.

The sounds of skin slapping skin and slobber reverberate in the room, making everything ten times louder in your head. “Stop, I need to be inside her too.” Luke slides underneath you, waiting for Colson to pull out. You spread your legs as far as they can go until you can feel him enter you. You’re gyrating on him, working his cock, getting yourself worked up, when you feel Colson start to poke your back hole. It’s not the most pleasant feeling you’ve felt, but you’re so turned on at this point, the fullness is welcome. They start a rhythm, pinning you in place. Your face is poised above Luke’s staring straight into his eyes. You’re breathing the same breath, his exhales, your oxygen. You can feel yourself getting there, and you know that he’s ready to blow when you see the blue in his eyes almost turn white. You know that he can sense it, too, your pussy is milking him hard and your irises are most likely red by now. He’s breathing through his orgasm, making you whimper when you feel his seed inside of you.

It’s always like this. He makes you feel so full, filling your body and your hollow soul at the same time. Colson is almost forgotten until he plops down on top of you, spent. Your thighs are a mess and your muscles ache from being stretched so much, but you can’t get yourself to move. Your eyes start to close, and the last thing you remember before laying your head on Luke’s chest and falling asleep is him muttering “Such a good girl for me.” and kissing the crown of your head.

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You feel the tips of his fingers lazily trailing down your lower belly. His hand moves down to your heat, cupping you and making you moan. “Is he gone?” you ask, squeezing your eyes shut when he starts to play with you. “Yeah. He said he’s going for a smoke and never came back.” He picks up the rhythm, running circles around your clit and kissing up your shoulder to your ear. “What did you do to him, anyway?” he whispers, giving your ear piercing a tug with his teeth. 

The smile on your face is instantaneous. He’s working you even harder when you moan out “Might have been a few STDs and a permanent case of blue balls for the next week or so.” He huffs out a laugh from behind you. “You little devil.” “You know it. Just giving him a taste of what it feels like to actually fuck with the devil. I hate it when people use my name in vain.” Your body melts into his and you’re cumming with a soft wail.

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“Where do you think you’re going?” You turn to see Luke lying on his side on the bed, seeing you get dressed. You slowly pull your dress over your thighs, careful of the red marks on your right cheek. “I’m heading out to see my other favorite angel boy, I’ve corrupted you too much. Just look at my ass, Luke. Angels aren’t so violent. Plus, Mikey’s got all of the toys. Sorry love.” You walk through the door and right before you close it, you can hear him say “You’re insatiable.” before he plops down on his back and closes his eyes to return to dreamland. You smile to yourself. You catch Johnny’s eye, silently telling him that you’re heading out. Another day, another sinner to pay.

[studentsofshield]

Pick of the Week and Comics Reviews for the Week of 4/26/17

By Vincent Faust

This was originally published on the date in the title derp

It’s new comics day, everyone! For those totally unaware, the majority of comics come out in a serial format. A single comic is usually called an issue, though there are other weird nicknames like singles, floppies, etc. Major publishers put out their several series once a month. Though the different series are spread out so that product is coming out every week. Special issues called annuals even come out to cover that “13th month” of uneven weeks.

Today I will be reviewing some of the major releases of this week. After reading and reviewing all of them, I will also select a “pick of the week” as the standout issue. At the end I will also make some recommendations about new collected editions that have come out this week.

Pick of the Week: Flash 21 Writer: Josh Williamson, Artist: Howard Porter

5/5

This is how you do a fantastic comic book. Rebirth, baby, let’s go! The DC Universe that everyone knows and loves is on its way back to us. There are so many things to discuss here and I also don’t want to spoil much.

Howard Porter’s art is gorgeous. His representation of Barry’s super speed is gorgeous, though we already know that from his run on the title with Geoff Johns over 10 years ago. We also get a shot of the gruesome corpse of Eobard Thawne, the Reverse Flash. A bruised and bandaged Bruce Wayne also highlights Porter’s versatility. He also admirably handles some flashback peeks in a time travel sequence.

A Watchtower “lost and found” scene shows off so many Easter eggs. What to think of some of these? Meaningless background art or a hint at what is to come? These are clearly the costumes of Hourman, Star-Spangled Kid, and Doctor Midnite. A Rocket Red #7 suit is also seen, which specifically refers back to the 1980s JLI iteration of the character. As opposed to the Generation Lost/New 52 version. The issue also opens with another Johnny Thunder scene.

The final page reveal is insane. Reading this issue makes me realize how much I love these darn characters and how giddy I am that DC is finally taking steps after seven years to make things right again. Perfect.

Action Comics 978 Writer: Dan Jurgens, Artist: Carlo Barberi

5/5

This is continuing Dan Jurgens’ aftermath story following the Reborn crossover saga. Clark is checking through Fortress of Solitude memories to determine what all has changed in his past thanks to the merging with the Superman of Earth-Prime. He basically has phantom memories. This allows Jurgens to do some refreshing on the origin and clarify what is in continuity and what isn’t.

Readers get a jaw dropping splash on page 6 showcasing many of his villains and eras. Electric Blue Superman is notably shown. Darkseid is drawn in his Jack Kirby style. Manchester Black is even here (obviously specifically nodding to What’s So Funny About Truth, Justice, and the American Way from Action Comics #775). We even get to see the trunks on for a second.

Jurgens basically runs us through the major emotional moments of his original 1990s tenure on the Superman books. From his proposal to Lois, revealing his secret identity, to his death at the hands of Doomsday, to the marriage.

The book ends with Mr. Oz teasing something for Clark and Hank Henshaw forming his Superman Revenge Squad with Eradicator, Metallo, Blanque, and soon to be Mongul.

The Superman books are going through a really exciting period right now. Just like many of DC’s characters. But Supes is at his best he’s been for probably a decade. Truly magical work.

Blue Beetle 8 Writer: Keith Giffen and J.M. DeMatteis, Artist: Scott Kollins

3/5

This has been the lowest selling Rebirth title from its debut to its most recent issue. It’s really a shame that it isn’t clicking with readers considering the all-star classic creative team. Though maybe it’s precisely that traditional feel that is holding the book back.

One thing the old school style has going for it is a meaty feeling. I don’t get the same feeling reading this issue that I did from the X-Men books. Not much decompression here. Lots of dialogue and action is packed into this little package.

The title page describes “the reunion of one of the greatest teams in comic book history.” I got really excited and thought it was going to be the return of Booster Gold. But it was referring to DeMatteis joining the creative team as scripter. I haven’t read enough of the previous issues to determine if this marks an improvement.

The final page of Jaime Reyes putting on Ted’s classic Blue Beetle suit is giving me more of those great Rebirth feelings. Check out my post on Rebirth dream books to hear what I think could save this book (it’s Booster Gold).

Justice League of America 5 Writer: Steve Orlando, Artist: Andy MacDonald

2/5

Nothing offensive about this issue. Nothing to write home about either. I still don’t totally understand why this specific lineup has been assembled as the splinter Justice League team. Seems like they’d be better off called the Outsiders. Ryan Choi gets so little attention. As do pretty much everyone on this team. Characterization is completely lacking. As a Philadelphian, I was annoyed that Ray’s home city was teased but the change was not actually acknowledged. Not much else to say about this book. Doesn’t pique my interest much.

Suicide Squad 16 Writer: Rob Williams, Artist: Tony S. Daniel

2/5

First of all, I have not read most of this series. I admit complete bias before cracking this issue open. I don’t think the Suicide Squad has been interesting since John Ostrander left it in 1992. There have been worthy successors like Gail Simone’s Secret Six and Greg Rucka’s Checkmate as far as DC Universe political intrigue and bad guys turned sorta good stories go.

I also think that DC completely ruined the franchise with the New 52. Presenting the book as a core flagship and making Harley Quinn a featured character deflates all of the tension and entire premise of the book. DC considers Harley their “fourth pillar” after Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman. So the entire point of the Suicide Squad – that a member could die at any minute – is made moot.

DC tapped Jim Lee to initially draw the Rebirth iteration of Suicide Squad. Which obviously indicates they see it as a blockbuster title. Which makes sense from a business perspective given the recent (crappy) film adaptation. But Lee is not a good fit for this title. I also think he tries to return to something close to his 1990s X-Men/Wildcats aesthetic when on major books nowadays. Something has happened and that style of his has been rough on everything since All-Star Batman and Robin.

Enough rambling and onto the actual book at hand. Right off the bat on the cover I spy atrocious costumes for Harley and Deadshot. Katana has some obnoxious TnA perspective going on. On the interiors, Tony Daniel is at least a step up from the misplaced Lee.

The most interesting character here is Lex Luthor in his new status quo. The Squad infiltrate his complex while Amanda Waller talks him up. All to receive some Kryptonite so that General Zod can join the Squad. Because that is sure to work out.

X-Men Blue 2 Writer: Cullen Bunn, Artist: Jorge Molina

3/5

I still don’t care about these versions of the Original Five. Across Bendis and Hopeless, I was never given a reason to care about this time-displaced Wonder Bread. They’re just boring versions of their older selves. Which of course makes me upset seeing as how Cyclops is my favorite Marvel superhero.

Bunn was clearly born to write Magneto. He’s done fantastic work with the character previously in the Marvel Now era solo series and then in the All-New All-Different Uncanny X-Men. I just wish that he was more of a central character in this book. Jean goes into his mind and Bunn effectively pulls the heartstrings with a Holocaust flashback that was not done in an exploitative way.

Some of the dialogue between the teenagers is iffy. I am not a fan of Jorge Molina’s Jean Grey design. Otherwise, this book felt pretty decompressed. Nothing actually happens, there is no complete story within these pages.

A beginning flashback scene has Jean Grey arguing with Magneto over cooperating. She states that he had battled them over and over again, with his response being “that was a long time ago.” It was for most readers as well. Which is why we don’t care about these characters. But maybe there is a silver lining, with a tasty final page tease.

Though this will likely just turn Magneto into a stock villain again. Here’s hoping Bunn has interesting plans.

X-Men Gold 2 Writer: Marc Guggenheim, Artist: Ardian Syaf

3/5

I’m not going to get too into the Ardian Syaf controversy here. His art is meh in this issue, with some bright spots and some sequences that look really lazy.

We an incredibly abridged fight with the new Brotherhood of Evil Mutants. Who we learn are joined by Mesmero. Kitty has an awkward exposition scene with Steve Rogers. Are other books not addressing his H.Y.D.R.A. stuff at all yet?

Nightcrawler gets injured, Old Man Logan gets captured. A generic faceless mutant gets shot. Guggenheim is already going overboard with the race metaphor. The new Avalanche and Pyro aren’t explained yet either.

This Brotherhood arc doesn’t have me jazzed to keep reading. It offers nothing new but is also not effectively pulling at my nostalgia for X-eras past.

Reprints

Marvel has a publishing initiative that they call True Believers. It reprints certain classic single issues for a dollar cover price. There are two really cool ones out this week.

One is True Believers: Generation X which collects the debut issue of that titular 1990s X-title. Everyone likes to dig on the 90s era in comics, and especially the X-Men. However, Scott Lobdell and Chris Bachalo did some wonderful work on this underrated title. Bachalo’s art is on a whole other level of innovative and unique. The characterization of these young mutants under the pen (or rather keyboard) of Lobdell was unparalleled for years. This is obviously being released to coincide with the upcoming Generation X series with limited connections to the originals. I am hoping that this new book does well and motivates someone at Marvel to give fans a comprehensive reprint of this classic.

Another is being labeled as True Believers: X-Men Gold. There actually was previously an X-Men Gold book prior to the ongoing one. It was a one-shot released in late 2013. However, this is not that. This reprints Uncanny X-Men #281. Which is the first issue of the next major status quo after Chris Claremont left the X-Men. This is the origins of the Blue and Gold era which the current X-books are trying to recapture. Beautiful (though very 90s) art by Whilce Portacio. A little less impressive script by some concoction of Jim Lee, John Byrne, and Whilce Portacio. This is before Scott Lobdell came on to give an actual direction to Uncanny X-Men.

Avengers: Masters of Evil Epic Collection

This is the third epic collection of Silver Age Avengers from Marvel. It collects issues 41-56, Annual 1-2. The beginning of this is the tail end of the Kooky Quartet era of Avengers history (though at this point joined by Hank Pym as Goliath). This period then proceeds with classic Avengers like Hercules and Black Panther jumping on. Roy Thomas picked up writing the book in the last epic at #35. He will do lots of character development for Black Panther across his run. This ends right before the debut of Vision. One can actually buy four Avengers epic collections from the very beginning. That’s almost 2,000 pages of classic Marvel action.

Flash by Waid Vol 2

The greatest Flash run of all time. In fact, this specific collection collects The Return of Barry Allen. Which is almost universally considered the best Flash story of all time. A Flash fan would have to be insane to not instantly be on the lookout for this.

Saga Deluxe Vol 2

Everyone loves Saga. I think? Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples’ smash hit Image title wows most who read it. With its emotional drama and wacky characters. What is there not to love? If you don’t already rabidly pick it up in issues or paperbacks, here’s a sexy hardcover. Or just upgrade. This collects issues 19-36. Which is equivalent to the fourth through sixth trades.

Young Justice Vol 1

Do you like the animated TV show of the same name? With characters like Connor Kent, Tim Drake, Bart Allen, and Cassie Sandsmark. This is the origin of that title and much of its roster of teenage superpowered heroes. This is also a comic written by Peter David. Which means, as long as DC continues printing them, you will have a solid chunk to read and digest. It also means that the characterization and relationships are on point. I’ve been looking forward to checking this out.

Let me know in the comments below what comics you enjoyed this week or intend to pick up.

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine rooming with Johnny and Vic with The Relentless are on tour

If any of the Relentless' fans could see what the band's lead singer and guitarist were doing after having performed a raucous and electrifying sold-out show, they would probably get whiplash from the huge shift in tone before them.

With the band having a day off before having to travel to the next venue, fans were probably scouring the city's various clubs and bars in the hopes of running into the band at one of these places and getting lucky enough to spend the night with one of them. And if Ricky's text were any indication, then fans were, as he complained to Johnny and Vic, in a separate group chat from the band's, about how lucky the two were to not share a wall with Leo and Dylan.

The atmosphere in the duo's room was the opposite of Leo and Dylan's as Vic lay on the left side of the king-sized bed, one leg propped up as he strummed the strings of his guitar in a soft melody while Johnny lay on the right side, back resting against the headboard as he scrolled through his phone. The open middle space of the mattress was for the third occupant of the room — you — as you were finishing up getting ready for a quiet night in the bathroom.

The bathroom door opens and you exit with a shiver as you leave the heated and steam-filled room, wrapped only in a towel and damp hair spilling water droplets down your back, to make your way to your suitcase for your sleepwear. Glancing over at the bed when you hear Vic no longer strumming, you see him checking you out, his eyes following the water droplets that dripped down your hair to the valley between your cleavage, disappearing under the towel. When his gaze reaches your face, you raise your eyebrow at him and give him a wink which causes him to blush, quickly looking away and goes back to playing his guitar.

With a smile, you crouch down near the end of the bed where you placed your suitcase and begin to rifle through it.

"What are you smiling at, Johnny," You ask, having noticed him silently laughing to himself.

He raises his phone in response. "Ricky. He's been messaging the two of us and complaining about how his room is right next to Leo and Dylan's." Johnny sits up more, clears his throat, and tries to do a British accent. "I'm wearing earplugs and have the tv as high as I can have it and I can still hear those twats."

Both you and Vic laugh, partly because of Ricky's messages and partly because of Johnny's terrible accent. Vic sets his guitar beside the bed and sits up as well to join the conversation.

"Poor Ricky," You say, moving to stand again, clothes in hand.

"And that's why it's always better to be on a separate floor than those two. Learned that lesson the hard way." Johnny's face shifts into a grimace, shuddering as the memory pops into his mind.

Vic leans against the headboard, arms behind his head as a mischievous twinkle appears in his eyes. "Leo and Dylan do have the right idea though."

Johnny looks confused, not understanding Vic's implication though you do, a smile growing on your face at Vic's train of thought. "I completely agree. Why don't we burn off the extra energy from the show too?"

Vic gives you a wide grin and crawls over to you, kneeling at the end of the bed. He traces the bottom of your towel, his fingers ghosting over your thigh. "You know, I was feeling a bit jittery." He looks over his shoulder to glance at the singer. "Don't you agree?"

Johnny is quick to nod, finally understanding what the two of you are talking about, and makes his way to the both of you. Humming his agreement, he reaches over, holds the end of your towel, and gives it a gentle tug. Both he and Vic watched with mesmerized eyes as the towel falls to the floor and leaves you bare for them to gaze upon.

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine sharing a cigarette with Johnny

It'd be a lie to say the fire escape was quieter than Lily's apartment. Everyone in LA was being loud and chaotic as they celebrated the end of the year on this New Year's Eve. Looking down from your perch on the window sill, you can see people running back and forth through the streets, setting off fireworks - despite the fact that it's not even close to midnight - before booking it to the sidewalks to get out of the way of the long and colorful cylinder shell.

You both watch as a sharp whizzing sound fills the air when the firework shoots out of the shell, the bright ball quickly moving toward the sky. When it reaches its peak, a loud boom can be heard as the ball shatters into thousands of tiny red sparks that begin floating like a glittering shower. Johnny whistles appreciatively at the display of lights before taking a drag of his cigarette.

"Sad to see the year coming to an end?" You ask Johnny, tapping your cigarette against the ashtray that Lily had the two of you borrow and watching the blackened ash pile up in the ceramic bowl.

The vocalist looks lost in thought, probably reminiscing about all he went through in the year as he thinks about your question. Johnny sits beside you by the fire escape's floor opening, one leg propped up and resting against the opposite end's edge while the other brushes upon the ladder's steps as it dangles through the opening.

"Not sad," he starts, raising the cigarette to take another inhale of nicotine and releasing the smoke with an exhale. "I'm proud of what I, the band, have accomplished in the year. We got signed and blew up. I'm more excited about what the new year will bring."

"A headlining tour for one." You pat his shoulder in congratulation, careful that you don't accidentally drop ash in his hair. "All the groupies you can bed."

He laughs, rolling his eyes at you wagging your eyebrows at him. He pushes your knee in a playful retort, shaking his head. "You're the only groupie I need," Johnny says, bringing the cigarette up and holding it between his teeth.

You aren't given the chance to respond as a cheer breaks out in Lily's apartment. You both look through the window and watch everyone inside begin to count down from ten before turning back to face each other. At the look Johnny gives you - soft, playful, love-filled eyes, lips parting slightly, and cold-nipped and rosy cheeks, you know he's asking if you would be his midnight kiss.

But you're never one to make things easy for him so you quickly raise your cigarette to your lips and make the ends of both cigarettes touch, the ends glowing yellow when they make contact. You wink at Johnny with a giggle as he frowns, trying to mask the smile growing on his lips at your teasing.

He leans away slightly and takes both of your cigarettes. You let go of yours without a fight and watch as Johnny stamps out both, leaving them on the ashtray. "That's not the kiss I meant." He murmurs to you before leaning in once more and his lips meet yours in a proper kiss.

The cheers in the apartment grow louder as the clock finally hits midnight. A flurry of fireworks rings around the both of you as the sky is filled with more colors and lights. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet sparkling lights all rain down around you but neither one of you notices. Instead, your attention is captivated by the other as you both ring in the new year the same way you ended the previous one, desperately and utterly in love with each other.

[xinsareforever]

☆ KINKTOBER LIST IN PROGRESS ☆

(LIST WILL BE UPDATED HERE ALWAYSSS )

-WOOP WOOP IT OCTOBER TO FOR SOME freaky~ STUFF TO HAPPEN. EVERY DAY I WILL DO A YK KINK OR SOME STUFF LIKE THAT BUT GET READYY !! BY THE WAY IF YOU HAVE CHARCTER RECOMMENDATIONS FOR A DAY PLEASE SEND AND RESERVE IT!

LIST: (13 TAKEN)

1.) -(-)

2.) Breeding kink -(Chipp Zanuff/AFAB)

3.)Tentacles -(Ky kiske/AMAB reader)

5.) Hypno/possesion -(I-No/AMAB reader)-(Couldn't finish /In real life problems)

4.) Corrupted Video game -(Sol badguy/AFAB)-(Couldn't finish /In real life problems)

6.) Monster -(Nagoriyuki)

7.) Robot -(Robo-Ky/AFAB)

8.) Summoning -(Asuka/AFAB)

9.) Knife play -(Human! Paracelsus /AMAB)

10.) Pumpkin patch/ Scare crow -(Faust)

11.) Alone in a dark alley -(Raven/AFAB)

12)Corruption -(Sol badguy)

13.)Mind break-(Zato-1/AFAB)

14 Drug-Use -(Axl low)

15.) Vanilla -(Anji/AFAB)

16)Cuddle and Chill (SFW) -(Anji)

17.) Decoration(SFW) -(Potemkin)

18.) Food play -(Jam kuradoberi)

19.)Brat -taming-(Raven/AFAB)

20.)Autumn stroll (SFW)-(Testament)

21.)Baking(SFW) -(ABA and Paracelsus)

22.) Aggressive sexx -(Elphelt)

23.) Netflix and chill -(Happy Chaos.. I had too)

24.)Size difference (Goldlewis)

25.) Vibrator (Slayer)

26.) Drinking and Parties(Slayer)

27.) Abducted (Asuka/AFAB)

28.) Caught masturbating (Baiken/ AFAB)

29.) Public play/Hidden sex: (DOM!Venom/AMAB)

30.)Double penetration/Double trouble: (Asuka R. Kreutz/Asuka R# X AFAB! reader)

30.)Double penetration:(Sol badguy/Johnny x AFAB!reader)

31:) TRICK OR TREAT: (TOP 3 CHARACTERS)

[undinegeist]

I fly all the way to the hotel, on the bus, through the cow-riddled fields I can’t see in the dark, until I’m flying through the lobby, already all the way up in his room in my head…until the valet stops me, tells me I need to check the front desk.

It’s not my thing, but sometimes shit gets broken…I always enjoy dealing with that sort of stuff, insist they come to me personally.

“What’s broken this time?” I act the bored chaperone part to get us off, but inside I’m almost always thrilled.

“Nothing.” He looks spooked. “He just left the key. Said he needs you in his room.”

“Is the pool open?”

“The pool?” His eyes widen; his accent slips, revealing he’s a little American in little England.

“Yeah. Is it?”

“It’s…it’s very cold.”

“Isn’t it heated?”

“We…we could heat it.”

“Cool…please, will you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Thank you.” I give my sweetest smile, all poison viper.

- xx -

“Hey.”

“Hey.” He hugs me, dressed less like a rockstar in something like yoga pants, knit sweater. “What took so long?”

“Nothing.”

“Hmmm. What about the pool?”

“They should be heating it up as we speak. Why the change in scenery?”

“Come check out the balcony, it’s sick. What did you have to do to get it done?”

“Sweet talking.”

He scoffs. “What did you really have to do?”

“Drop my knickers.”

He laughs. “Really.”

“Just had to say I wanted it…didn’t even have to say it was for you.”

“That hurts.”

“I know…couldn’t argue with him though, I like being boss.”

“You are always boss.”

“In all but name, not that I mind.”

He throws open the door, and wow: it is sick.

The view is all countryside, which means except for a few pinpricks of light in our vicinity, there’s nothing for miles and miles…and then there’s the tub, tucked in one corner, filling with water, about halfway.

“What took you so long?” I’m only teasing him as I test the water…it’s warm.

He doesn’t answer, so I turn to face him, to find that he’s flushed, unusually.

“I had to make a call.”

“Bugging Elias again?”

“Almost. Although…we can talk about that later.”

“Cool…are we inviting anybody up?”

“No?”

“Are you asking?”

“I thought it could be just us…I really don’t wanna deal with anyone else right now. Oh, and, uh…I had to give over both our keys so we could have this room free of charge. Do you hate me yet?”

“I could never hate you…especially not for this.”

“I was worried for about two seconds. What’s up with the tour schedule?”

“They set tonight’s show to two days from now, and I called down to the label so they can fix the dates on the rest of the tour.”

“Cool. Tell me what they change it to when it comes through?”

“Always. Now, who’s going first?”

“Ladies?”

“Fuck you.”

He laughs, takes off his shirt, jumps right in…getting covered in goosebumps where he’s out of the water.

I take pity, slipping out of my shorts and going in just my shirt, reaching to hug him.

“How are you always so warm?” He wraps himself around me the rest of the way, and I don’t make him let go, though it feels strange.

“The heat’s in my blood?”

“I was born someplace warm too, and I haven’t got that.”

“Luck of the draw, baby. Maybe yours was a cold year.”

“Is that how you think it goes?”

“Could be…or maybe it’s just a matter of choice.”

“Hmm. What’s that thing around your neck?”

“Secrets.”

“Secrets come in silver now?”

“Haven’t they always?”

“Yeah…”

It’s actually the ring, though now isn’t the time the way I thought it would be…I look up, up at the sky, and then we’re quiet, until my phone rings in my shorts.

“Shit…”

“Could be the front desk.”

“Wanna bet on who broke what?”

“Nah…you always win. Taking me for all I’m worth.”

“I don’t need a bet to do that.”

“My point exactly.”

- xx -

She rolls her eyes and slips halfway off the tub, bending to reach her shorts…I’m sure she’s about to fall over, so I reach to hold her waist…her underwear’s black, watersheer…how the fuck am I gonna tell her?

“Hi?” She’s already sliding back in next to me, careless as fuck, always.

“Oh, cool. Thanks. Take the…yeah. Oh, yeah…that’d be great. There’s no need to…yeah, slide it in. Thank you.”

“Slide it in?” I cock an eyebrow.

“Dirty fucker.” But she’s distracted. “They’re bringing the keys to the pool…wasn’t sure they’d actually do it.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t think they heat it usually, and it’s up on the roof, maybe uncovered? They probably had to wake millions just to get it ready.”

“Or three people.”

“I’d hope for none.”

“You’re too nice.”

“You’re not too bad yourself.”

“Underneath everything else.”

“Yeah…”

“So…do you wanna go up now?”

“Yeah, might as well. Need to put on something else…don’t want to get a call about wet streaks in the hall.”

“I’d take it for you.”

But she’s gone, beelining for the closet, where I left her backpack…I stare at her as long as I can before making my way out of the water, closing the tub so we don’t have to start again, get undressed.

- xx -

She throws open the glass door, stripping immediately, jumping in before I can even get all the way out of my clothes.

“Is it cold?”

“No…stop being a pussy.”

“Fuck you.”

“Come over here and do it yourself.”

I give her what she wants, jumping into the water…it is warm, thank fuck.

She swims closer to me, reaches a hand out to play with my hair, laughing at the way it looks…I do the same to hers.

“Is it time for a cut?”

“Maybe…it’s getting a little long.” She slips her fingers around the edges, brushing my neck.

“What should I do next?”

“You know I’ll always say grow it long…but you should ask people again, it makes them feel like they’re part of the show.”

“I should grow it, just for you.”

Her eyes get distant, and that scares me so much, I start to slowly lose it, though I try not to show it.

“You’ll look great no matter what you do, J.”

“Maybe we should match.”

She laughs. “Last time I grew my hair long, I almost died.”

“Why?”

“It hurt…but the worst of it was that it became unbrushable.”

“I’d brush it if you let me…”

Her eyes are still drifting, distant, colder than the night air…until she stops, turning to look at me, swimming closer.

She stops inches away, and then wraps her arms around my shoulders, even as I get mine around her waist…

“I got you something…it’s…fuck, it’s so cheesy, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“I’ve just said one of the cheesiest things of my life…that’s just us.”

She nods, slipping her fingers away; I hold her against me halfway, as she reaches behind her to unclasp the necklace she hadn’t been wearing earlier, taking it in her hand, before slipping something out of it.

“I know you’ve got tons of metal, so I wanted to get something different…the colors are boring, but still…”

She slips it into my hand, and I turn it over, accidentally pulling her closer, her fingers going across my back, along my neck…it’s a ring, black pink woven together, unlike anything I have.

“It’s…it’s great. Where…where did you get it?”

“Some country mall…I wove it myself. I used to have one of these a while back and because I was a hopeless useless romantic even when I didn’t want to be…I thought if I ever found someone I really liked, I’d make them one…and it couldn’t be metal, because that hurts, and it’s bad enough that you’re…that we’re doing whatever this is.”

“This isn’t bad.”

“Right now…but it has been. And I know I’m fucked, that I’m not easy.”

“I’m not, either. I don’t mind. This…no one’s ever given me anything like this…thank you, Y/N/N. I love it.”

It feels like barely a second, until we’re kissing, her breath mixing with mine, the two of us tangling together in the water…we stop, for barely a second, just long enough for her to slip the ring on my finger, and then I’m lying on my back on the pool steps, and she’s making her way over my chest, up and down until she’s down, just enough…I don’t know how, but she’s always ready, reaching into her shorts for a condom, sliding her tongue hard enough that I feel dizzy, lost…we don’t even talk, I couldn’t anyway; I only have to slip my fingers over her arm for her to slide up, slide in, legs around my waist, hair everywhere…I slip my fingers around her hips, sliding her underwear all the way down, slipping in slowly so I don’t hurt her…she pushes down, though, the rest of the way, and then we’re pressed chest to chest, and I’m kissing her.

“I love you so fucking much.”

She doesn’t answer, doesn’t need to…she bites my shoulder, and I come…finish her off, until we’re both on our backs on the steps, and I’m all the way under her, the only way to chase away the cold.

[undinegeist]

too nice for a rockstar

-xx-

It’s day one in the studio; there isn’t as much to do as I thought, so mostly I sit around watching him work lyrics with the producer, then guitar parts with the guitarist, get him tea or mints for his voice, basic stuff…easy stuff.

There’s no sign of Lily; I’m equal parts excited and equal parts nervous to see her, not so much because of her as the fact that I have no idea what will go down between her and Johnny, what I might have to do about it.

He’s too fucking nice for a rockstar; we’ve been hanging out for nearly a week, in a house bigger than any I’ve been in, mostly doing the same thing every day…this job is so easy, I could do it forever.

He wakes up earlier than me, makes smoothies for both of us, works on lyrics until I’m up, convinces me to go on a run with him, though his idea of running is more like walking; gets on the phone with his girlfriend in the middle of it…works on the guitar when we get home, has me read his lyrics and tell him what I think, actually takes some of my suggestions into consideration, and then starts teaching me to play. It happens that way every day we’re out of the studio.

I wish I could say I’m bored, that I’d expected more, but the truth is, I enjoy things this way…which just makes me more nervous about Lily, wondering just how bad things could get with her coming in…she won’t be staying with us, but still.

I actually like him; I don’t want things to go sideways.

-xx-

Another week’s gone by, and he’s fine; there’s still no sign of Lily.

I want to ask him why, what’s taking so long, but the second I see him I know something’s wrong.

He’s pacing up and down the kitchen, shaking, the stuff he uses for the smoothies thrown all over - I’ve never seen the kitchen so messy, never caught even the blender anywhere in sight, everything finished by the time I wake up…I’m losing my shit at his losing his.

He freezes when he sees me, bites his lip, arms clenched between his chest and stomach.

“Is Lily…”

“No.” He shudders though, terrifying. “I wish. It’s…it’s worse. The worst thing that…”

I reach out to hug him, the only thing I can think to do…he’s shaking harder than I thought a human could, and I’m dragging him to the couch, getting him to sit down.

“You don’t have to tell me, just…what do you need?”

“Nothing.” He sighs, not meeting my eyes. “It’s…I…have a kid. No one knows, no one, not even…not even Gretchen. Except that now, everyone knows. And I didn’t tell her. She’s…she’s finding out about this from TMZ or whatever the current leech is, and she won’t answer the phone…”

I hug him again, try to think. “What if…what if I call her? She won’t recognize my number.”

“She won’t answer, there must be a million people calling her for comments…”

He wipes his eyes when he pulls away, and it hurts like hell.

“It’s worth a shot, though, right?”

“I guess.” He sighs, turns away, leans back against the couch, closes his eyes.

I do the same, reaching for his phone where it rests over his leg, searching for her number…his manager passed it to me in case of emergencies, but I’ve never had to use it, don’t want him to know I have it.

It beeps endlessly, for so long I’m about to give up, but then her voice comes on the phone, so sweet, too sweet, the type of sweet I’d usually run from.

“Hello?” She sounds tired and beat down, so of course she must know.

“Hi, um…my name’s Y/N, and I’m…I’m…just give me a second.”

I press the phone to his ear, and he starts, reaching to grasp it, scared and tentative.

“Hi, Gretch, it’s…it’s me. I’ve…I’ve been trying to call you. I’m…I’m so sorry.”

-xx-

My phone rings for the thousandth time. “You’re working with Faust, right? Can I get a comment?”

“Yeah: fuck you.”

It takes barely a minute for it to ring again. “Wasn’t one fuck you enough? What the fuck do I have to do to-“

“Y/N. It’s Adam.”

“Oh. Oh. Sorry. I’ve just…I’ve been answering Johnny’s phone and mine and my default response’s become fuck you for real. What…what’s up?”

“How is he?”

I glance from where I’m standing to where he is, scribbling lyrics, much quieter and more subdued than usual, too quiet.

“He’s…hanging in there, I guess. He talked to Gretchen earlier, but…he hasn’t said much since. I’m guessing that means it didn’t go well, but I really don’t know.”

“Do you think I could talk to him for a minute?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get him. Um…Adam?”

“Yeah?”

“What do I need to look out for?”

“What do you mean?”

“I…I know he had an addiction phase. Par for the course for addicts to sniff each other, he told me some stuff. But…I’m worried.”

“I wasn’t around him back then. Just…the usual stuff. You’d better…you’d better ask Lily about that. Don’t tell him, but…I’ll get you her number.”

“Okay. Thanks.” I’m halfway across the room to Johnny, and already he’s looking up at me.

“Who wants me now?” There’s an edge of bitterness I’ve never heard, thrilling and scary. I sit next to him, resting my arm over his shoulders.

“Adam.”

He sighs but takes the phone, doesn’t push me off him. “Hey.”

I rest my cheek on my hand, stare across the room.

“I’m fine.” He sounds heated and pissy. Hates getting checked up on. “I’m not going to…yeah, I’m really fucking not. Where the fuck is Lily? I want to get the fuck out of here and get my…what? When?”

He listens for so long, I’m starting to get scared, but I don’t move, even as I see his face shift, back into that desperate, defeated cast from earlier this morning…utter exhaustion I sometimes know too well from the mirror.

“She called you? She…she said she didn’t…didn’t want it anymore?”

He flinches, the phone crashing to the floor; I’m off him in a flash, pulling it to my ear, trying to reach for him, though he’s already pushing me off, rushing outside…

“What the fuck, Adam?”

“You all curse too much.” But he sighs, relenting. “Gretchen came by to talk to me, and left the ring.”

“The…the what?”

“The engagement ring he gave her a few months back.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“But…but they talked earlier. Why…why would she do that?”

“She tracked down the baby.”

“And?”

“And she’s been trying to get pregnant for a while, had a miscarriage last year. I don’t know if that’s why. Just…don’t leave him alone, okay?”

“Yeah…yeah. I’ll…call you later.”

“Thank you.”

I hang up, rushing outside, throwing open the door, freaking out that he’ll be gone…but he’s just sitting on the sidewalk, back against the brick of the studio, eyes closed, arms around his knees.

I slide down next to him, hear him sigh. “Did he tell you to babysit me?”

“That’s all I’ve ever done, so yeah.”

He smirks for a second, but then he starts to cry.

I move over and hug him, feeling him start to shake all over again, tearing up and down my chest, which is when I see the flash.

I move so quickly, and it’s over so fast, it barely feels real afterwards.

I let him go, careful to make sure he’s on the ground, and then I’m grabbing something off the floor…a trash bag, as it turns out…and smashing it into first the camera and then the guy’s face, raging, kicking him in the shins when the trash goes flying, until Johnny pulls me back, holds me back, drags me inside the studio, bangs the door behind us.

We’re just inside, in the dark, and I can’t see his face, only hear him breathing, fast, just like me.

“He…he could call the cops on you.”

I bare my teeth. “Let him. I’ll fucking kick their asses too!”

He shakes his head, but it’s indulgent; if it was any other time, anyone else looking at me that way, I’d be screaming already; but all I do is roll my eyes.

He catches that, smirks just a little, reaches to squeeze my shoulder. “Thank you.”

“I hope his camera went to hell.”

“Me too.”

He wraps an arm around my waist, and we climb up the stairs, to find Svengali watching off the door.

“I called the cops to get them out of here…I think we’re done for tonight.”

“No, I…I have to keep going. I don’t…I can’t stop, I can’t go home, or I might…please.”

Svengali watches him for a second, then nods.

Johnny turns back to squeeze my shoulder, ducks inside the recording booth, gives it everything; I wish he’d suck, that pain didn’t mean gain, but he’s brilliant…I hate it.

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