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Visenya | 1

Part 2

He snorts though his jaw tightens, "stupid little girl," he tilts his head and puts his hands in his pockets, "I wanted you before you were any of this."

Daemon Targaryen x Reader x Gwayne Hightower | 4k+ | cw: fem!reader, modern au, stripper!reader, power imbalance, age gap, slow burn?, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: this pairing was voted on but the plot was inspired by anora cuz damn it got me thinking about fics I've read that are better than that film. i said this was gonna be a mini series (i wanted it to have 3 parts) but it feels so much like a train wreck idk fam, so pls if you like this please leave a comment/reblog cuz 🧍‍♀️ what even is this. Edit: nah this slaps

You were no stranger to attention; you had no choice, as it sought you out with a vengeance. For a while, attention was your enemy, a flame you so badly tried to put out, it left your fingertips charred. Now, attention was your comrade, a match you purposely dropped in the woods, the wildfire that warmed your eternal winter.

Once upon a time, you felt your face burn in shame and embarrassment. Once upon a time, you pretended to be completely distracted by the design of your textbook and the music from your earphones, though it was not really the case. Now, you took up space and stared back to whomever did. Now, you made them uncomfortable by being more than a rumor, a reputation, a name.

And for every self-righteous woman in your college that had shit to say about your night job, for every man-child who made it a point to make cheap porno noises whenever you passed them by, you got yourself a new customer, eager to find out about the name on everyone's lips: Visenya.

"I clocked some guys come in for you, V," Mysaria says as she fixes her lipstick. She can't really; the dressing room lights are so dim and purple. It doesn't matter either, cause the entirety of Mockingbird is poorly lit and none of its patrons care for the quality of makeup when ass and tits begin to jiggle. It does matter to her; Mysaria has perfect lipstick every night.

You pull your jeans down, unashamed to change in front of the other dozen girls in the room, having been both so accustomed to both their company and being half-dressed, "oh, yeah?"

"Yeah," she turns to you, "all pretty with suits and ties."

You adjust your cotton underwear, which did you no favors, and slip on your tiny booty shorts. You put on your ulta-glittery, backless micro dress and upon adjusting it on your body, you remember you hadn't shaved your armpits. You check your pits in the mirror and quickly wave yourself off, "it's fine."

Another girl groans, "maybe I should stop shaving too."

You chortle at the sentiment.

"Maybe then the creeps with the big bucks will come to my stall after Visenya over here is done robbing them blind," she chirps, slapping your ass before walking out.

You, as well as the rest, giggle at the thought. You grab your bald cap and begin to fix your hair, calling out to the woman who just left, "I'll send you a creep if you think you can handle one, baby girl!"

You walk towards the mirror, squeezing in beside Mysaria. You continue your conversation, "is he rich?"

The dark haired woman watches you as you expertly put on your silver wig. Pride blossoms in her chest as, once upon a time, it was she who fitted fake hair onto your head as you sobbed over the difficulties of this job. She crosses her arms, tilting he head at you, "very. Sports car, penthouse, granddaddy's money rich."

You fix your lace front and grab the hairspray in your bag, "how you manage to tell all that from how they dress still manages to astound me."

Mysaria smiles as she watches you spray your wig down. You let it dry a bit before wrapping your hairline with your satin band. She watches you put on your makeup. You do it so quickly, it felt haphazard, though it was anything but. She taught you better than to do things like that.

You look at her after you put on your lip gloss. As you smack your lips, you find yourself knitting your brows at her smile, "what? Is it bad?"

Mysaria shakes her head, placing her hands on your shoulders, "no." She affectionately pushes your fake silver hair back, "I'm just so proud of you."

The thought makes you pout.

"I'm so," she clutches your cheeks, "so proud of you," her eyes water, "for persisting. For not taking shit from anyone. For busting your ass off," she takes your chin, "for you."

Your eyes begin to water, "Mysaria."

"You're gonna do what most girls here can't," her breath begins to shake, "I'm both so happy and so sad that you'll be leaving us soon."

You pull her into a tight hug as the rest of the girls in the room coo at your exchange. One of them groans and chucks her mascara on to the table, "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU BITCHES ARE GONNA MAKE ME CRY BEFORE MY SHIFT!"

You and Mysaria chuckle as you break away. Someone offers her a tissue and she grabs it, muttering a soft, "fuck you, V," to you before leaving the room.

You affectionately call out to her, and just then, Littlefinger walks in. Your boss claps his hands before shimmying over, "there she is."

You chuckle as takes you by the hand and spins you around.

"My Visenya, in all her glory" he looks you once over, "armpit hair and all."

You roll your eyes at his remark and pull your hand away mm, "I'm not shaving."

"No!" he shakes his head as he places his hands on his chest, "I would never ask you to do anything you don't want, my queen."

You turn to Mysaria, who promptly rolls her eyes.

"Especially not when you rake in as much money as you do," he grins.

Mysaria rolls her eyes one last time, giving you a final look before walking off. Littlefinger eyes her as she leaves, "go make me some money, baby girl."

"Don't tell me what to do, Petyr."

He chuckles as he turns back to you, "I love it when she calls my name."

You shoot him a look.

"Anyway," he claps his hands, "I have 3 rich assholes in VIP for you and Sandor on standby."

You strap on your thigh garters and heels.

"They're already half drunk and obnoxious, so make sure to make their life a living hell."

You grin, undoing the satin band on your wig, chucking it into your duffel, "with pleasure."

In truth, you don't know why you were so surprised to see the clientele in VIP. You should have known the moment Littlefinger said asshole, he meant your most generous regular: tall, blonde, and trust-fund.

"Konīr issa," a familiar baritone called, making his friends cheer, "Dāria Visenya," he raised a glass, "Tala Zaldrīzoti."

He wasn't an asshole per se, just a cocky rich guy that's very much full of himself and needs an attitude check. It's easier to just call him an asshole though.

You stalk over to the three men, eyes locked on the one with hair as fair as yours. You place your hands on your hips once you're in front of him. The man leans back and spreads his thighs, a stupid open mouthed half-grin on his face.

His friends holler like teenagers when you step your 6-inch heel on his lap. You lean forward, "you gonna translate that for me, honey?"

He gulps and grits his teeth, grin not wavering once.

"Woahhhh, Daemon," his friend yells, "you gonna let this hooker bitch talk to you like that?"

The same man yells again, only this time it's because you kick him back and dig your heel into his, making sure it hurts, "you wanna say that to my face, little boy?"

Daemon's eyes are on your leg. He so badly wants to touch you.

He yelps and tries to push your foot away, but you pull away before he can touch you.

You click your tongue, "someone clearly didn't listen to Sandor's briefing."

"Fuck you, you psycho-"

"And that's strike three," you raise a finger and turn to the door, "Sandor!"

Not a second later, a hulking man walks in, rolling his neck and shoulders back. His eyes are on you, and you merely point your finger to the man beside Daemon. Without a word, Sandor grabs him by the collar and forces him to his feet.

"W- get your fucking hands off me," he swats Sandor's hands off him.

Sandor glares, "you get three warnings from her and one big one from me. Get the fuck out of here."

He brushes his suit jacket off and combs through his hair, "I paid 500 to see this stripper shake her ass."

Sandor's face curls and so does yours. You raise your brows, "you paid for the Visenya Experience and your idiocy has led your experience to be getting thrown out by her Hound."

The man scoffs, "listen, sweet cheeks, I'm not fucking-"

Sandor shuts him up by punching him in the belly. The man lurches forward, not a morsel of fight left in him as he's dragged off. You grin and wave goodbye, "thank you, Sandor."

He nods, "you're welcome, V."

You turn back to Daemon and his remaining friend when the door closes. You cross your arms and walk over to the latter, "did that scare you, kitty?"

The man turns to Daemon but Daemon's eyes are locked on you, watching intently as you rest your knee on his friend's instead of his. He breathes heavily as when you turn to him.

"What's this one called?"

Daemon immediately answers, "Robb."

"Robb," you turn to the said man, reaching for his face. You see him anticipate your touch, which is why you pull away with a lopsided smile. You walk off to the poll in front of you, "I asked you a question, Robb."

Both men watch you as you walk around the poll.

Robb examines the shape of your legs, "...no."

Daemon counts the steps you take, as by now, he knows your routine by heart.

"Good," you stop in your tracks, "what about you, Daemon. You owe me a translation."

Daemon licks his lips. He wonders what punishment you'll have for him if he disobeys, but he'd rather not have you on your bad side today, not when this would be the last time he'd see you. He translates the words he spoke in High Valyrian, "there she is, Queen Visenya. Daughter of Dragons."

You tilt your head, "cute."

Robb gasps when you continue your routine. He'd seen pole dancing before, but what you just did was not something he'd ever seen before. You dip and spin and twirl so effortlessly; you've done this dance so many times you don't break a sweat. Daemon shifts in his seat and tilts his head in anticipation for his favorite move.

You climb up the poll and invert into an Eros position, slowly dropping down to your hands before doing a forward walk over.

Daemon huffs as you flip your hair back. He pulls out a thick fold of cash and looks at you expectantly. You smile and beckon him over.

He immediately drops to his knees and crawls towards you. His hands brush up and down your thigh until it's as warm as his palms, and then he takes his time hooking each bill into one of your thigh garters.

You turn to Robb and tilt your head, "my other thigh is cold, kitty cat."

Robb jumps off his seat and pulls out his wallet, garnering your other garter with all the cash he had at hand.

The two extended their session until Mockingbird's closing time, and when that came around, Sandor had to get involved because neither refused to leave.

Robb is now shirtless and drunk out of his mind; you have to hand him his dress shirt and suit jacket as he's pulled by the arm amidst his begging, "no wait, please— save me a dance tomorrow. You have to let me-"

"She doesn't owe you shit," Sandor grunts, shoving him out the room.

You smile and wave at him.

"B- wai- why does Daemon get to stay?!"

You turn to Daemon, who's lingering beside you. His jaw length hair is tousled, and the first four buttons of his shirt is undone. Though he had about as much to drink as Robb, you could tell from the focus of his lilac eyes, he wasn't drunk at all. You shrug and purse your lips, "yeah... why do you get to stay?"

Daemon eyes your body, "because my queen lets me."

Sandor manages to muscle Robb out, who huffs defeatedly outside VIP. The tall man then turns to you, asking plainly, "in or out, V?"

You smile at Daemon and turn to Sandor, "in. Give me 5."

With that, Sandor nods and closes the door.

Now that it's just you and him, the air is different. Your heart races when Daemon circles behind you and brushes your hair back. You feel your breathing as he leans close, so close that the tip of his nose brushes against the shell if your ear, "lift your hair for me."

You feel your skin prickle at his hot breath. You suck in a deep breath before doing what you're told. The air is completely different.

He brings his arms over and around you, and soon, you feel a brush of a cold metal on your burning skin.

"Happy graduation."

You drop your hair and look down at your décolletage. You brush your hands against the small, shimmering diamonds before turning around, "stalker."

Daemon drinks you in. He imagines what you would look like in a floor length dress under normal lights. He is pleased by how you inspect your reflection in the mirror, "it suits you."

You turn back to him, "how do you know about my graduation?"

"Mmm, a smart girl like you refusing to schedule more dances with me?" he clicks his tongue, "something clearly made you think you're too good for my money now."

You chuckle and cross your arms.

"Between you and me," he pulls out a bill, "the paper you get from me is better than the one you're gonna get from your kindergarten."

You roll your eyes at him but gladly take the money, "some of us don't want to live at the mercy of sleazy men's paper."

He snorts and puts his hands in his pockets, "we're all at the mercy of some sleazy man's paper, doll face."

"At least I don't have to walk around every night feeling like a piece of meat."

He does not reply. There's nothing he can say to that.

You stare at each other for a moment before moving to unclasp your necklace.

"No," he raises a hand, "it's a gift."

"You know I only take cash, Daemon."

"It's worth more than everything I've paid you tonight," he motions, "if you really don't want to keep it, go pawn it or something. Buy yourself a car or pay a few months of rent with it."

Just as you remove the necklace, he steps back and tilts his head at you.

You stare back at him, holding the necklace up.

"It spells out Visenya, you know," he points to each dangling stone, "V-i-s-e-n-y-a."

"Cute."

"I would have spelled it out after your real name, had I known it."

You shrug, "you should probably just go find a real Visenya then."

"Or, I can just make you another one once you tell me your-"

"Daemon-"

"It's your last night. When will I ever get to see you again?"

"Hopefully," you shake your arm for emphasis, "never."

He raises his brows, "please?"

"If you don't take this necklace, I'll never tell you."

"So... you'll keep it if I don't get your name?"

Your brows quirk.

You both stare at each other until the door flies open. Sandor cocks his head to the side, "come on, blondie. Time's up."

You turn to Sandor, but Daemon's eyes remain on you. When you look back at him, his hand is out for a handshake. For a split second, you think of shoving the necklace into his palm, but you decide against it.

His hand is as warm as it always is when you take it. Your breath hitches when he leans it and presses a kiss at the back of your hand. His eyes remain on you until he pulls away, "till we meet again, my queen."

Sandor gives him a twisted look as he walks away, but you, you watch him intently as he walks down the hall. The former scoffs, "fucking jackass."

So, no, you weren't a stranger to attention at all. It was exactly that, your ability to attract attention and manage it under your thumb that you found yourself where you were today, soaking in all the attention in this gala, only to shrug it off your shoulders.

You cared little for the attention offered in this place anyway. It's not like any of it was genuine.

"Sorry I took so long, my love."

You barely manage to turn before you feel a kiss on your lips. Your eyes widen at the lipstick stain left on his face as he pulls away, "Gwayne! I'm wearing red."

Gwayne places a hand in your waist, bringing you close to him, "mmm, yes. I'm not colorblind, my dear."

His pale blue eyes rove over the form of your red of your dress as you rub off the red lipstick on his mouth. You raise a brow, "I take that it went well."

He groans and leans into your neck, "must I talk about work with my wife as well?"

Wife. The word makes you smile, and you do, but you still push him away, "I'm not your wife, Mr. Hightower."

"Mmm," he takes your hand and rubs your knuckles with his thumb, completely focused on the feel of your skin rather than the large marquise-shaped emerald on your ring finger that he proposed to you with, "count your days. You will only be able to tease me with this for so long."

Your laugh is cut short by the feel of his lips on yours. You push him away again, and this time, the mark on his mouth is so big, you are concerned by how your own mouth looks, "Gwayne!"

He chases after your lips, stealing another kiss. When you push him away this time, you break away all together, quickly covering your mouth, knowing red was smeared all over. He does not flinch when you swat his arm, nor when you pull out the handkerchief from his breast pocket as you instruct him to wipe the mess off his face.

He does just that as he watches you run off to the ladies' room with a hand hovering your face. He cannot wait to marry you.

The moment you're in the bathroom, you make a beeline for a tissue dispenser and walk towards the mirror. You were glad he didn't do so much damage that you'd have to use makeup to fix it. You wipe red off the edges of your lips and on your chin, then inspect the rest of your body. After looking yourself once over, you chuck the used tissue into the bin and head out.

You stop in your tracks when you see Alicent and two of her friends at the door. Their conversation runs dry when they see you. You press your lips into a soft smile, rubbing your hands together as you walk past them.

The moment you do, they break into loud laughs, and you pointedly hear Alicent say, "no, I know, it's embarrassing."

You shake your head, telling yourself not to think about her as you go back to Gwayne. The only problem was, he was no longer where you had left him, and you quickly figured he was probably pulled by the collar into another conversation with some rich old man who wanted to absorb him into his company.

You decide to simply wait for him in the same spot, completely turned off by the idea of joining in a conversation with rich old men.

Suddenly, your ears ring at the name you hear. Of course, it wasn't your name, so you ignore it.

But there it is again: Visenya. You swear you even recognize the voice.

"V!"

The call was so loud, you had to look.

Your brows raise and your lips part. The man who had been so eager to run to you now grows laggardly, in disbelief it was actually you.

In truth, you had never seen him in proper light, but there was no mistaking his blonde hair or his violet eyes. He stops a few paces from you and he's unmistakable as he sighs. You take in his suit and the shorter cut of his hair. He takes in your floor length dress.

"You know," he chuckles softly, "I've only ever dreamed of seeing you like this."

You raise your brows and tilt your head, "sorry, do I know you?"

He laughs. Loud. He clutches his belly and steps forward, "her majesty forgets the face of her subjects too quickly."

You chortle and turn away, shaking your head at his ridiculousness.

Unlike you, he does not stifle his laughter. "Konīr issa, Dāria Visenya, Tala Zaldrīzoti."

You hum and cross your arms. You purse your lips, "you gonna translate that for me... old man?"

Oh, he's missed this. He chuckles, "I assure you," he takes another step, "I am just as capable, if not more, in my age now than years ago."

"Capable," you pull your head back, "of what?"

"Everything."

You chuckle dryly, "you haven't changed a bit, haven't you?"

"No, but you-" he reaches a hand out, "-clearly have."

You ignore his hand in lieu of rubbing your chest and pouting at him, "don't worry. It's never too late for some change. I mean," you point, "you managed to get a haircut."

He chuckles, brushing his hair back as he stares at your décolletage, "and you managed to lose my necklace."

"Ha... an odd response."

"Is it, when you bare neck is begging for my diamonds," he raises a finger, "V-i-s-e-n-y-a."

Your forehead curls, "baby's first-time spelling?"

"Baby?" he excitedly chuckles, "if we're talking about babies, I-"

"For gods' sake, Daemon."

You step back as Gwayne comes between you both.

"I turn around for one second, then the next you're here, sticking your nose into my business."

Daemon scowls, "this is literally none of your business, Hightower."

"Oh," he chuckles dryly, "I do beg to differ."

You can see his face begin to turn as red as his hair, "Gwayne-"

"No," Daemon laughs, "you work for him?"

Your lips curl at his words, "no." Gwayne looks between the two of you as you say, "I'm his partner."

"O h !" the blonde gasps exaggeratedly, raising his hands, "pardon me for the semantics."

"No, as in we're going to get married, Daemon," you blurt, showing him the back of your hand.

Daemon's entire expression drops at the sight of your ring.

This put Gwayne all the more on edge. He pulls a pinched expression as he asks you, "time out. You two know each other?"

"Unfortunately," you retort.

Daemon scoffs. He clenches his jaw and raises his brows, "why don't you ask her how we know each other, Gwayne."

You give Daemon a look.

"While you're at it, why don't you ask her about her old pal, Visenya."

"Visenya?" Gwayne repeats, turning to Daemon.

"Yes, Visenya," Daemon sneers at him, though his eyes remain on you, "go on, ask her!"

Your face twists at his expression.

"And what makes you think I wouldn't already know about her?" Gwayne snaps.

Daemon finally looks at Gwayne.

His shoulders are tense, and his face is hard, "or that I would ever be baited by someone as degenerate as you?"

"Alright," you grab Gwayne's arm, "that's enough."

"What do you know about Visenya?" Daemon asks, like a wronged child.

"I know that if you every try to hang this over her head, I will make sure you never be able to work in-"

"I said that's enough, Gwayne," you cut him off, pulling him away from Daemon.

Gwayne's nostrils flare as he turns to you. He clenches and unclenches his jaw as his chest heaves. You shake your head. He speaks out your name.

The sound of it makes Daemon tense and his belly churn.

You clutch Gwayne's cheeks and offer him a reassuring look. Without a word, the two of you walk off, intent on going home. Daemon does nothing, can do nothing but stand there, watching you as he tests the sound of your name in his mouth, over and over again under his breath.

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featherfangart · 1 month ago

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Hi las!

I thought your vash cosplay was so neat at dokomi last year and I am planning to do one myself this year. I was wondering if you could tell me what kind of wig and where you got yours from (as you are also from europe). I have never used a wig without bangs that I couldn’t just put on as is, let alone styled one. I have no idea what to look out for or where to start and yours looks do nice both in form and color so I figured maybe you had me a tip?

It would just be blonde anyway since I’m doing the post july/jeneora rock under suit because packing myself in tons of leather, belts and eva during peak summer is a great idea greatly appreciate if you have any tips for me and thank you!

Hii!!

I'm SO SORRY It took me literal weeks to reply. I haven't been this busy in-- almost a year. BUT.

Thank you so much! Glad you like my Vash costume. n_n Alright THE WIG ✨

I got my wig from Ardawigs EU branch. I tried them once and their hair is a great quality, very easy and nice to style. Holds the shape like a rock.

They're super pricey, but I usually run on a lot of leftovers from other costumes (fabrics, materials), pants and base boots from thriftstores/vinted, try to save wherever else I can. And I usually only buy wigs once in a blue moon. I got burnt so many times buying cheap ebay wigs which often ended up in a trashbin, bc they were just SO low quality and there was nothing I could do with them.

Unfortunately, Arda EU is closed now and taking a look at their site, they don't plan to reopen any time soon. =/

Which... is very unfortunate, bc adding customs fee on top the wig itself being pricy + shipping + tax and everything. Blergh.

Most of my friends get wigs from Aliexpress now.

In any case - the US shop is here. I think I have Cady in Champagne.

So that is not very helpful...

What I can advise you on

You'll most probably need a FRONT LACE WIG (the type you see in the picture). Considering Vash's hair is styled back and up, you'll need a wig with a nice front, so the ribbon/band isn't showing once the hair/bangs are up. You can either get the hairline done by adding more hair to the front (basically you sew it on, hair by hair, time consuming, but much better looking) or you can cut the line so you like it (I do that). Here's a video on cutting the front lace and wearing the wig. I'm honestly not too satisfied with the front of my wig, but I have a personal problem with never being satisfied with my wigs in general. Ever.

For the SPIKES (and general styling) here's a video I used back when I first started spiking up my wigs (good lord, first Cloud Strife wig was five years ago). It covers literally all the techniques I use for styling. I'm not great at it, but It helped me get by. ❤️

And for the UNDERCUT (if you decided to do it later). Being the lazy ass I am, instead of sewing on half of the black wig like I SHOULD, since I have Trimax version, but... an undercut instead bc... I had a leftover piece of my 1,5 USD fur fabric from when I was making TriStamp wig earlier (see? saving where I can lol) and was like, heck, I can use this. Here's the video I used to figure out what the hell am I supposed to do.

I hope this helps at least a little bit. ❤️ I know my wig looks okay-ish from a distance, it's a gd mess up close. As my cosplayer friends say - you never look at the costumes too close. ❤️

#las!talks #las!cosplay #cosplay #vash the stampede

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eggcompany · 26 days ago

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Green Tea Lunch Box Part 1

Zoro stumbled upon a live cam show that REALLY catches his attention. The guy is stunning, muscular, obviously strong, blonde, and swings around a pole like it's second nature. He also wears skimpy little slip dresses and sweet pairs of panties. Zoro didn't even know he was into all that.

Crazy when two worlds collide. The dancer starts talking about his crush, someone who always gets food from the deli he works at in the grocery store. Zoro almost felt jealous. That is until he stops by the deli to get his usual dinner and runs into someone far too familiar.

Destiny can work in their favour sometimes. As a treat.

Zoro liked his habits. He liked going to work at the docks, unloading and loading pallets until his body hurt. He liked having grocery store sandwiches and salad for dinner. He liked coming home on Friday with a six pack of beer and watching his show.

His show started at seven thirty. Enough time to buy his beer, get home, eat his sandwich, use the bathroom, and take a quick shower.

Seven twenty, he was laying in his bed, curtain drawn shut over the one window of his studio apartment, dressed in his boxers and socks. He logged into the website, an easy thing since he did so so often.

He’d stumbled upon the site a few months ago. Porn searching for something that he couldn’t really describe. Busty petites is where he started, then lesbian, then busty blondes, and then just blondes which gave him more blonde men.

Which he surprisingly didn’t hate.

He really didn’t hate it.

Like really really didn’t hate it.

Which ended up bringing him to his favorite cam site, a place he frequently watched live shows just because they made him feel less like a creep. Porn always made him feel weird, but live shows were okay. Okay-er.

That’s where he found his favorite, the best he’d ever seen, someone who he couldn’t scroll past. Someone who just caught his eye, someone he couldn’t help but click on.

SpunSugar02.

Zoro had just been looking for something nice to watch. Something to get him started. The music was nice, the long strong lines of the guy's body as he spun around a pole in perfectly cut lingerie was mesmerizing. A little lacey blue slip covered most of his front, but his muscular back and long smooth legs had captured Zoro for the rest of the show. Twenty minutes had Zoro lost watching, bubblegum heels flick up, dress hem flowing around dense thigh muscle, carved long arms twisting, pulling, and supporting his entire body weight on the silver metal.

The man landed on his feet, chest heaving as he panted, his mask covered half his face, a cheap bob cut yellow-blonde wig covered most of his forehead. He came up to the camera, blue eyes like shining diamonds as he looked into the screen. Zoro leaned forward without meaning to. He had long eyelashes and his ears poked through the wig a little. Cute.

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Zoro needed to get to that subscribers page. Needed to.

A few clicks and he was at the guys page. It was sickeningly sweet. Mostly dessert themed, pastel backgrounds with frosting swirl borders, pinks and yellows, little cakes and other treats pasted like stickers across the page. Even in his picture, he was dressed in a pink dress with white gloves and a pink satin headband.

Zoro hated it. It was cute, he guessed, as he scrolled through the few pictures posted across it. The dancer was beautiful, dressed in light blue thigh highs, covered in lace trims and sleek satins, even a few where he’d wearing darker silks, covered in black with red back lights, it was sexy. Zoro knew by the time he clicked past the last photo, he needed more.

He finally found the list of links. The rest of the photo galleries, the payment plans, the cam show schedule, the recorded videos, the subscription pages, and a link to send him gifts from his registry. A cornucopia, a wealth, of more more more.

Zoro opened the subscription page in a new tab and found the guy’s intro page. A light blue page with cookie trim and sprinkle background.

‘Welcome to my page! I’m a struggling student hoping to make enough money to go into a culinary arts program once I graduate from my local community college. I’m 23, amab, he/they pronouns, pansexual, genderfluid (for the most part). Feel free to send me gifts from my registry, send me messages in the chat, and I’m updating my schedules every week. I work a regular job too and my classes don’t change so it’s pretty steady but just in case, keep an eye out! Love you, miss you, kiss kiss, see you later!<3”

He was only a year older than Zoro, and looking over the ‘samples’ available, was….. Incredibly hot. Athletic build, smooth skinned, with a cock that was usually hidden in a pair of panties or under a skirt. Zoro thought he was the ideal actor to watch, his bisexual dream star. His dream.

Zoro looked at the payment plans. He could afford it. He could… But instead he just bought his way into the show that was active. Just… to try it out. To not get ahead of himself.

It had already started, had already been on for a while. So when he opened the video stream, the blonde was already on his back, his bed a little rumpled under him. His panties had been discarded, leaving him nude under his slip dress, the fabric clinging to his cock, his hole on display as a purple silicone cock pushed in and out of him.

Zoro was a little shocked, turning up the volume to be able to hear. And there was a lot to hear. High, huffy moans, low whines, wet sounds from every slick thrust of the toy, the bed was shifting too, the metal frame making small creaks, the music was softer but still there, offering a background atmosphere. It flooded his senses, fogging his mind.

Zoro couldn’t pull his eyes away for even a second. The way the man’s nimble hands pushed and pulled at the base of the toy, the wet glisten of the lube on his pink hole, the way the slip still covered his cock but it was obvious through the shiny fabric, and his hairless balls only half hidden by the lace trim. His free hand was covering his eyes like he wanted to hide away a bit, even as his body took in the toy easily, like he was made to be filled.

“Oh god, fuck… I want more, I want-” The blonde was cut off by a moan, low and groaning as his legs picked up more, knees lifting to his chest a bit, his candy colored heels flashing in the corner of the frame. It offered a better view as the toy tapered down to the tip, his hole following the slope until it was being stretched back out, going tight again.

Zoro reached down to give himself some relief. It was hot, the sounds, the visuals, it was hitting all his buttons, even the ones he didn’t know he had. He slipped his hard cock out from the top of his sweatpants, giving himself a few good, tight strokes.

“Mm- fuck. I can’t wait to open my mail- hope someone got me the bigger one.” The dancer moaned out, back arching up, grinding his hips down on the toy that was fully engulfed by his body.

Zoro watched closer, hand staying on his cock, as the man drew his free hand away from his mouth to rub over his chest, the thin straps of the slip getting pushed down his arms as he played with his nipples. He pushed the toy in farther, all the way to the hilt and shoved it against the bed, keeping it trapped inside.

He moaned, thighs twitching as it pressed against his prostate, overwhelmed with pleasure. He grabbed the hem of his dress with both hands, pulling it taut over his obviously muscular abdomen, making the imprint of his cock all the clearer.

Zoro's hand sped up, stroking at an even, quick pace. He couldn’t drag his eyes away from the screen, away from the pink ring of muscle squeezed around the surrendering silicone, at the guy’s muscular body, the rises and falls of his muscles, the bulk of his thighs, the flexing of his arms. He was so strong.

“Fuck so close, getting my good spot-ah!” The blonde moaned out, hips starting to stutter and twitch, whines and huffy groans flowing freely from his mouth. He let out of his dress, hands shaking as he reached down, starting to work the toy in and out, leaving his cock untouched.

Zoro watched, hand speeding up, unable to keep himself from indulging. He felt himself growing closer and closer, eyes traveling from the dancer’s hole up to his face, his moans filtered through the fabric of his mask but still so loud and and clear, his pleasure rattling the laptop speakers. Zoro caught on his eyes, the way the blue sparkled in the fairy lights that lit the room, they looked like the ocean at sunrise, glittering and beautiful.

Zoro groaned and kept his eyes open as his hand flew over his cock, finally he looked back at the other guys cock just in time to hear him let out a loud moan, cock twitching, the slip dress turned a darker color as he came, hands shoving the toy into his body and holding it there as his thighs shivered and shook. His entire body trembled as he came, hips rocking back on the toy a few times before he let out a big breath.

The blonde sniffled, hands trembling as he let the toy slip out of his fluttering hole, the muscle closing back up after it, all red and wet, worn out.

Zoro groaned as he came, covering his abdomen with spend. He leaned back satisfied, listening to the panting coming from his speakers. It was in sync with his own, like they were breathing together.

“Th-thanks you guys. I’ll um- ah fuck- I’ll be opening my mail on live in about an hour. Gonna go get a bath, pour myself a glass of wine. Be right back to the um- the regular page. Goodnight!” The blonde said as he sat up looking at the camera, hole still on display. Zoro thought it was cute, especially when he noticed the stray hairs slipping from under the wig. A lighter blonde, more natural.

Zoro cleaned himself up, wiping his belly clean and getting a glass of water. He was done. He came and he was done.

He could watch a basketball game or a rerun of a home improvement show.

He opened up the regular livestream and waited for it to start as he stretched beside his bed. The guy had a nice voice, it wasn’t so bad to watch. He was just… exploring anyway.

When the show did come back on he’d set the laptop down on the floor so he could watch as he did pushups and other exercises. He couldn’t help the way he faltered a little from his plank when the blonde popped back on.

“Welcome back to the late night show! And by that I mean it’s nine something and I’m in my jammies. I got a few packages this week, so thank you to everyone who sent me a gift! I’ll make sure to read all the notes.” He said and was dressed in a crochet balaclava like hat with long bunny ears hanging down around him, it was a tan color with pink trim, his eyes showing, and his torso was dressed in a pastel princess style nightgown with sheer sleeves that tied around his slim wrists. He looked ridiculous. And cute. Oddly cute.

Zoro listened as the guy chatted calmly, opening his packages and reading the little notes. The first was a new slip dress, nearly sheer black with little white bows on the straps and white trim. Then a cutting board, a new set of heels, a small package with a pair of frilly socks, and finally the largest package.

“To the sweetest beauty on the internet. Enjoy the toys, stay warm, xoxo one of your watchers.” He read from the note, as he giddily opened the package.

“Ah, I’m so excited!” He said as he flung the packing paper away, and then oohed as he pulled out a pink dildo, pink and white swirling silicone with a bulb at the end. He took it out of its plastic and gave it a few strokes before squeezing the knot at the bottom.

“I’ve never tried one of these before. I think it’s gonna take me a while but it’s soft. So smooth, this is so nice. Thank you so much for the toy! Oh um…” The blonde looked at the chat to the side. He then looked at the package and moved around the rest of the paper.

“Oh! There is something else. Toys with an s. Oh, it’s the vibrator I’ve been wanting! I was about to buy this! It’s controlled so I can connect it to the site so with every donation it vibrates. Oh I’m so excited! Thank you!” He said and pulled out the blue vibrator tucked away in a brightly colored box. He brought a hand up to his covered mouth and blew a kiss at the camera with a wink before going on about the toys.

Zoro wanted to remember that. He could save up a little. He’d watched shows like that but he’d never been interested enough to donate. But to be able to contribute, in some way, to the dancer’s pleasure… he was interested in it.

Next Chapter ->

#egg_company #fanfic #smut tag #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #zosan fanfic #op zosan #one piece zosan #zosan #sanji x zoro #one piece zoro #zoro x sanji #roronoa zoro #zoro #vinsmoke sanji #one piece sanji #sanji

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kaxenart · 7 months ago

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Kaxen's BJD Hardcap Wigmaking 2024 Version

Pros of hard wig cap style:

The best method for short hairstyles (and I am a masochist who loves short swept-back hairstyles)

Are you the kind of person who gets tilted over lace front wigs having a line of extra net or not fitting your doll's forehead? This wig will fit and you can chop the wig cap even closer.

I hate hand sewing, so I never do sewn wefts with soft wigcaps, and sewn wefts don't work well for exposed hairlines so GLUE, GLUE, BABY.

Cons of hard wig cap style:

This wig will not fit on another doll unless it's maybe from the same company or has a really generic head-shape

Tools

Nonstick mat - Michaels sells Messy Mats which are very thin but stiff film mats that are nonstick. Silicone mats for pet bowls are often very cheap! A lot of craft-specific silicone mats have more price mark-up despite being the exact same thing.

Silicone spatula - for spreading glue. Just the generic silicone tools are fine. Comes in different sizes.

Glue of choice - Different glues react differently to different fibers and different colors. Pick whatever you like that has a slight flex to it and is waterproof once it's dry. If you prefer to style hair with high temperatures (especially the boiling water method), pick something that will resist high temps.

Glues I personally hate passionately: Beacon Adhesives Fabri-tac.

Why Fabri-tac sucks:

Smells terrible

Warps over time, wigs have literally stopped fitting the doll it was for

Rock hard when dry, literally the worst option for fabric???????????

Glue bottle cap always gets fucked up and useless.

Like jesus christ just get some fray check if you need fabric glue

Slicker brush: No matter how thorough you are with glue, you will have loose fiber. Comb it out. Buy two if you want to be able to have a poor man's wool carder so you can re-align fibers and use them later. WHY ARE WOOL CARDERS SO EXPENSIVE?

Fibers -

Suri alpaca: Very fine strands, low gloss, can use hair irons on it

Tencel: very fine strands, high gloss, can use hair irons on it, plant-based. Great for 1/6 scale and Anime Bullshit hair

Viscose (not pictured): very fine strands, high gloss, crinkles like hell if it gets wet, can use hair irons on it, plant-based

Silk (the silver wig lower down the post): very fine strands, high gloss, can use hair irons on it

Mohair: medium strands (thinner if it's kid mohair), high gloss, can use hair irons on it. Various levels of curly.

Synthetic: medium strands, high or low gloss depending on what you get, ymmv on hair irons check before hand how much temperature it can handle. Already made of plastic so plastic-y glue doesn't make it look weirder. Comes in the longest strands.

Wool roving (not pictured): fine strands, no gloss, doesn't really look like straight hair, but works well for styles like dreads.

Acrylic yarn (not pictured): fine strands, gloss level varies, cheap, but you pay in "spent all afternoon unraveling yarn to brush it out" MICROPLASTICS BAD.

I looked at combed mohair prices and it made me scared. How much fiber do I need?

1/3 heads (8-9in circumference): 1/2 oz is a comfortable amount for shorter styles and more the longer the hair will be

1/4 heads (6-7.5in circumference): 1/4-1/3 oz.

1/6 Mature tinies (3in circumference): 1/4 oz, the usual minimum order, will be a ton

Processing mohair yourself is cheaper, but it's a lot of cleaning and combing.

Making the wig base

Fabric base: sheer woven fabric or thin stretch fabrics (pantyhose, mesh hair nets, etc) in a color that does not clash too much with the skintone of your doll

The smaller the doll and the shorter the hair style (especially exposed hairlines!) the thinner you want to go to avoid seeing the wig cap too easily.

Cover the doll with plastic wrap, tighten the fabric as much as possible to mold to head, spread glue around so fabric will stay in this shape.

Putting rubber bands around ears helps shape.

Putting the fiber on

I'm pretty sure preparing wefts beforehand by gluing them on a nonstick mat and then cutting off pieces to stick on the wigcap is easier for exact placement, but I think that takes too long, so I just glue that straight on the wigcap.

I prefer not to use sewn wefts because I don't like that chunky line.

Work back to front and/or wherever the hair parts.

Hold up a small lock of hair and then use the silicone tool to swab a lil glue on it.

The smaller the doll, the smaller bundles you want to add the hair in so the bulk level isn't too crazy. Not as big of a deal for 1/3 scale dolls, the biggest deal with 1/6 dolls.

Hairline and hair parting methods

Rooting

I use the rooting tool from Dollyhair (but you can basically use any small hand tool with an adjustable chuck that can hold the rooting needle)

Pros:

Imitates growing hair

More versatile in styling options if you root a large sections of the wigcap because then the hair can flow in different directions without exposing which way it was glued

Cons:

Slow, the more realistic you want to go, the smaller each root plug should be. I use size 8 or size 6 needle on 1/3 dolls, but I could probably go smaller.

Tiny bits of hair and glue inside the gap may affect the fit of the wig cap.

Takes three billion years to dry the inside because you will swab glue on the inside of the wigcap and then smoosh the wig cap against plastic wrap on your doll's hair to keep the wig cap properly molded to your doll's head

Works terrible on mature tiny 1/6 wigs

TTRPG Mini Grass Style

Pros:

Fast, just put a daub of glue and slap a tuft on

Hair can be pushed in multiple directions without looking awkward

Cons:

Harder to do with longer hair and thicker fibers, may just tip over before the glue dries. Works better with short suri alpaca or tencel than mohair

Fold Over Method

Pros:

Easy!

Can hide wigcap edges

Cons:

Not realistic

Works worse with stiff fibers that may not lay flat after being folded over (may need heat treatment to work)

Ugly glue zone

Chopping the wig open to cram in fibers where the hair parting is

Pros:

Less ugly glue zone than the foldover method

Cons:

Margin for error for not warping the entire wig cap is not great! More risk than the rooting method.

Wildcard showing up with a steel chair! (mostly because this doesn't really need a separate post)

Flocking + painted edges

Pros:

Fast, swab on the adhesive and shake a ketchup bottle of fiber powder on it.

Useful for shaved hair

Cons:

Well, now you have Craft Herpes (glitter, fiber dust, y'know how it is...)

Not all doll sculptors have very flush headcap boundaries

Gotta redo the face-side of the flocking whenever you want to change the face-up

#BJD wig #wigmaking #ball jointed dolls #ball jointed doll #BJD #BJDs #dollblr #bjd wigmaking

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haii!!! im rlly interested in where you got the garments and parts for your kanaya cosplay. the outfit looks rlly good and ig im just looking for clothes like that so if you could point me in the direction of a shop that sells that kind of stuff thatd be great !! :D also ur rlly pretty and i love your cosplays theyre so cool !!

lmao so funny story.

outer satin top w symbol: hand sewn beads on butchered thrift store top. beads are from a broken bracelet my gramma gave me. had to chop the back up then pin it together with the safetypin-hairtie-safetypin manuver bcs it is maybe 10 sizestoo small

translucent black flowy top/skirt-like garment: bathing suit cover, pieces thrifted separately but from same source somehow

red top underneath: thrift store, butchered neckline. had to also pin this up in the back

red cross black velvet skirt: base thrifted, butchered/burnt/painted w fabric paint. birthday gift from my brother 3-4 years ago

rosary: thrifted, broken as fuck

cross earrings: crosses found on etsy, put on hoop earrings by me

silver hoops: thrifted a whole pack of them og from claires a while back. Score!

green large shiny decora earrings: thrifted

boots: 6yo clearance mens demonias, broke in the middle of this cosplay. had these bitches since i was 16!!!! 30$

corset: some cheap crap from amazon i got a few years back ill wear until i can afford an orchardcorset or it breaks entirely. cannot stress enough how much i do not reccomend wearing cheap corsets

contacts: i thiiink ifairy cara green. uniqso. tip: colored contacts absolutely make or break a cosplay. good to splurge on

makeup: everything green via eyeshadow/lipstick made by me. slowly in the process of formulating all my makeup bcs im very allergic to everything. black eyeliner is nyx, one pencil one felt tip. used on eyebrows/lips too. dont bother w lipliners/eyebrow products they r expensive and eyeliner/eyeshadow works perfectly well.

eyelashes: top were from local beauty supply, bottom lashes were like. wet n wild crap i got from a relative that i chopped up.

gray paint: mehron paradise, get it from the OG website if u dont need it quickly and want it a lil cheaper

fangs: cheap amazon bullshit. u can find fangs in bulk anywhere there no matter the seller theyre all from the same manufacturer so u always know ur getting cheap fucking crap

wig: CHEAP lace front from some beauty store clearance bin in DC, styled to hell and back

horns: made by meeee (model magic + modge podge/plaster outrecoat bcs model magic cracks like a bitch, i only use the low tier acrylics bcs who the fuck is gonna pay 20$ for a tube of something u can just layer a few times to get opaque)

armsocks: welovecolors (spraypainted w white cos i bought the dark gray instead if light gray like a dumbass, heavily abused). i highly reccomend welovecolors seamless armsock/seamless bodysuit line im trying to get their bodysuit at some point. expensive (45$ for the socks, 90$ for the bodysuit) but worth it bcos homemade armsocks rip stupid easily and id rather break my skull than paint my hands.

nails: cheap shit from sallys, painted w my mommas 10+ year old nail polish collection

i think thats it? yeah. its all cheap crap. all i can reccomend is find a local non-chain non-christianity based thrift store and go to town man . im not out here buying premade bullshit that i aint able to make myself! i dont ever spend a fortune on my cosplays. i find scarcity is key in innovation and creativity. use lots of safety pins. cheers.

oyea her wedding ring my nanna gave me when i was like. 12? it could be real onyx/gold but it could also be costume jcpennys shit. who knows

#but seriously if someone wants to send me 90$ for that bodysuit i wont complaine. LMAOOOO #kanaya maryam #homestuck #cosplay #and yeah i was wearing 3 shirts + bra + a corset + two skirts. what of it #alienshe

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mothinfestedsoul · 3 months ago

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Black Widows Descend On A Sunday; Chapter I

God gave me free will, and I'm abusing it; please keep in mind that this is not edited (this is only the second draft of this chapter), so if there's spelling mistakes, sounds clunky etc that's why.

It's NSFW, so if you're uncomfortable reading smut, then I suggest skipping over this post entirely, I'm not going to be offended, I would much rather you protect your mental health. You can also find the trigger warnings just underneath this paragraph

Content Warnings: explicit sexual content; characters discussing sexual acts (such as chasing through the woods)

—THE BABYDOLL dress she wore could hardly pass as a dress, but it was Halloween, meaning Dahlia could throw on just about anything and pass it off as a costume.

She tugged at the hem of the dress, white lace gripped between nimble fingers, pulling it down as far as it would go. It was just her luck that she stumbled across it last minute at the thrift store. She really should have planned a better costume, and she would have seeing as it was one of her favourite things about Halloween, but she’d put in so many hours at work that she hadn’t the time to come up with anything remotely good this year.

So she took a more basic route: sexy angel, complete with the silly wings she’d ordered offline, and cheap blonde wig to cover her black hair. It sat awkwardly on her head, and could have benefitted from some styling, but Dahlia knew she’d be surrounded by men and women too drunk to give a damn, so it wouldn’t matter. So long as everyone got what they wanted by sunrise, it wouldn’t have mattered what her hair looked like, or what she wore.

Some nights she wondered about bleaching her hair, but after putting on the wig, she was reminded that she was too pale for the blonde to work without making her look sick.

She brushed some of her hair out of her face, examining herself in the mirror. It wasn’t horrible. The outfit did look cheap though, and there was no doubt in her mind that there would be at least four other girls dressed similarly to her at the club tonight. Angels, slutty nurses, catwoman — typical college girl costumes that she was no stranger to. How many times had she thrown on cat ears for college parties while she was studying? She cursed herself internally for not being a tad more original, but Dahlia didn’t have more time to suppress the feeling clawing at the inside of her stomach, desperate to be released. If she waited any longer, she was apt to do away with the next stranger she saw, and that wasn’t an option.

She did a little spin in front of the mirror; the back of the dress wasn’t too low, but it did give enough of a view of the tattoo on her back; the eight, thin looking spider legs looked as if they were poking out of her spine, and curled around her body like an external ribcage. Perhaps she should have gone as a spider instead.

Dahlia giggled quietly to herself as she turned away from the mirror, and padded across the room in search of her phone. 8:00 pm flashed across her screen. If she wanted to make it home at a respectable hour, she needed to leave now. She grabbed the duffle bag off the bed, packed with everything she would need for the night, and slung it over her shoulder.

She flicked off the slights as she slipped down the hall, poking her head briefly into the guest room to check on the snakes. It was quiet in the room. She shut the door, grabbed her keys off the hook by the door and stepped out of her apartment.

DAHLIA WAS there for a total of five minutes before she ended up in a small, cramped bathroom stall with a girl dressed up as a mushroom. What mushroom she did not know, and Dahlia would forget to ask when they parted ways, but it was a very pretty mushroom that made her stand out in the crowd; the colours of her dress and mushroom cap that sat atop her head almost blended in with the neon lightning of the club that flickered in a chaotic manner. It gave Dahlia a bit of a headache to look at. She didn’t even have to approach her; they had locked eyes from across the room, and when Dahlia smiled suggestively at her, the woman sauntered across the club towards her, downed her shot and grabbed her hand, leading her off. She wasn’t exactly what Dahlia was looking for, but tonight was about letting loose and giving into the cravings she had suppressed all month. She could find someone else later.

For once it doesn’t smell awful inside; Dahlia had had plenty of escapades in a bathroom stall, and this was the nicest one yet. It smelled almost floral-like. She pressed her lips to the woman’s, flicking her tongue over her bottom lip, asking silently for entrance. Mushroom girl gladly opened her mouth, sticking her own tongue out to taste Dahlia. She reached for her skirt, hitching it up enough for Dahlia to get her hand underneath it. She didn’t want to ruin the pretty costume, so she settled on taking her time to carefully manoeuvre around it.. She pressed several kisses down the column of her neck, before sucking softly on her collarbone, eliciting a small moan from the girl. She was tempted to bite down, stun her a little with venom, but held off. She smiled against her skin, instead, sucking a bruise into her shoulder.

“Does that feel nice?” she asked, cupping the girl’s cunt with the palm of her hand. The fabric of her underwear was soaked. It was amazing what only a couple of simple touches could do to a person. That or it was the alcohol.

“Yeah,” mushroom girl breathed, a loopy smile of her own spreading out across her face. “You’re a nice kisser,” she added. As if to prove her point, she leant forward and kissed Dahlia again, pushing her tongue into her mouth and laughing into the kiss in a drunken manner. She wondered how much the girl had had to drink before she walked in there.

“I’ve been told I’m very talented with my mouth,” Dahlia replied, when they separated.

“Show me,”

Dahlia crowded her against the stall door, and sank to her knees before the girl.

“Lift your skirt up for me, pretty girl,” she said. Mushroom girl did as she was told, bunching the fabric of her skirt up around her hips, exposing the lacy, red underwear that she was wearing. Dahlia put a hand around the underside of her knee and hooked her leg over her shoulder. Leaning forward, she pressed an open mouthed kiss to her centre, dragging her tongue over the flimsy material. Another gentle moan tumbled from her lips. Dahlia tugged at her underwear, pulling it to the side so she could lick over the girl’s wet cunt.

“Ah,” the girl’s hips jerked forward, grinding herself on Dahlia’s mouth. She placed her arm across her stomach and held her tight against the door, ensuring that she couldn’t move before tasting her again. Dahlia dragged her tongue through her folds, humming quietly against her. She peered up at mushroom girl from her spot on the floor. Her cheeks were tinted pink as she stared back down at her shyly.

Dahlia took her free hand, and used her fingers to spread the lips of her cunt so she could wrap her mouth around the bundle of nerves, teasing it with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh fuck,”

One of mushroom girl’s hands flew to Dahlia’s hair, knotting themselves in her fake wig. She rocked her hips experimentally against Dahlia’s mouth once again, seemingly testing the waters of just how in charge Dahlia was right now. Dahlia bit down teasingly on her clit. Mushroom girl let out a soft cry.

“Patience, sweetheart,” Dahlia purred, pulling her mouth away. She briefly unhooked the girl’s leg from her shoulder to tug at her underwear, pulling it down her legs. “Can you keep quiet for me?” she asked.

In truth, it didn’t matter if she could or not. The music outside the bathroom was blaring loudly that Dahlie could have torn her to pieces and no one would have heard her scream. But it was the act of keeping quiet that made things so much more intense — the possibility that someone could walk in and hear how Dahlia was making her feel, catching them in the act. Mushroom girl’s cheeks turned even more red as she nodded.

“Good girl; turn around for me; keep your skirt above your waist,”

Eagerly, she turned around, leaning against the stall door, holding her skirt up like Dahlia requested. Dahlia readjusted her position behind her, her face level with her pussy. She stroked two fingers over her folds feeling how wet she’d gotten before shoving them in her mouth to coat them with spit.

She pressed one finger into her slowly, listening to how mushroom girl’s breathing hitched as she slid in up to her knuckle before drawing it back to add the second finger. Quiet moans tumbled from her lips as she rocked back against her fingers. Dahlia did not scold her verbally, but landed a harsh smack to her ass cheek, warning her to stay still. One hand dropped the side of her skirt in surprise as her palm smacked flat against the stall door. Dahlia ignored her and pressed her fingers in as far they would go. She let them sit there for a few seconds until she felt mushroom girl relax around her fingers.

Dahlie pulled her hand back, pulling her fingers almost all the way out before pressing them back in, setting a steady pace. Glancing upwards, Dahlia could see that she was biting down on her lip, trying to suppress her moans. It seems Dahlia was making this too easy on her. She quickened her pace before adding a third finger, watching as mushroom girl’s mouth fell open, and breathless pants spilled from her lips.

“That's it, pretty girl; feels good doesn’t it?” she questioned.

“Uh huh,” she gasped. “Please don’t stop, fuck, m’close,”

“Already?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck, go faster, please,” she begged.

“You sound so pretty when you beg,”

Dahlia once again picked up the pace, sliding her fingers in and out of the girl’s dripping cunt in an attempt to get her to cum. Mushroom girl found it harder and harder to keep quiet, louder moans escaping her. Her hand clawed at the stall door. When Dahlia removed her fingers in favour of her mouth, pressing her tongue inside of her, mushroom girl was gone, crying out loudly as she came.

Dahlia licked at her pussy, cleaning up the mess she had made; she gripped the girl’s thighs, holding her in place as she ate her out from behind.

“Fuck, fuck, yes,” the girl moan, pushing her hips back. It didn’t take very long for her to come a second time on her tongue; Dahlia pulled away, licking at swollen lips as mushroom girl turned around on shaky legs and held a hand out to her, helping Dahlia back to her feet. She grabbed at the skimpy, lingerie dress she wore, and tugged her closer for a kiss. Dahlia cupped the side of her face, kissing her back messily. She didn’t object when the girl's hands pulled her dress up over the swell of her ass, kneading the flesh with warm hands. Dahlia had neglected to wear underwear, so it was easy for her to slip a hand between her thighs, and push two fingers inside of her. Dahlia moaned. She tucked her head in the crook of the girl’s neck, mouthing at her skin as she pumped her fingers in and out of her. She spread her legs, giving her more room to finger her. Her rhythm was jerky, and slightly chaotic, but Dahlia didn’t care. What she cared about was the release that was building inside of her, revelling in the fact that someone other than herself was touching her and she wasn’t going to last very long.

The girl’s fingers brushed against that one spot inside of her; Dahlia could feel it shifting inside of her, as a more primal urge took over, but she forced the feeling away, focusing only on her orgasm.

Keep it together just a little while longer, she told herself. There are plenty of others out there.

It was only when she added a third finger that Dahlia let herself go, moaning into the girl's shoulder. Mushroom girl helped her ride out her orgasm, and when she did remove her fingers, Dahlia raised them to her mouth and cleaned her taste off of them.

They said nothing for several minutes, opting to lazily kiss each other for several minutes as they came back to their senses. Dahlia helped her fix her skirt before pulling her own dress back down over her body. Mushroom girl took a pen out of her top — Dahlia assumed she must have had it tucked away in her bra — and scribbled a phone number on her arm. Dahlia glanced down at the name. Perrie.

“If you’d like to do that again sometimes, that isn’t in a stall,” she said; she kissed Dahlia’s cheek before slipping out of the stall, and disappeared back into the club. Dahlia would have to remember to put the number in her phone.

She exited the stall, stopping briefly in front of the mirror to check her makeup. Her lips were slightly swollen, and she was glad she skipped out on wearing lipstick, because it would have been a bitch to fix. She readjusted the wig on her head, making sure it wouldn’t fall off before slipping out of the bathroom.

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THE CLUB felt more crowded than usual as Dahlia sat herself at the bar, nursing her fourth glass of the night; even if it was a holiday, she wasn’t used to the place being so jammed packed. It was Halloween though — who didn’t love a good costume party?

Dahlia got to admire all the costumes of those who walked past her. Her shift at the hospital had left her in good spirits for the night. She loved seeing the wards decorated, and all the staff dressed up in work appropriate costumes. The paediatric ward was her favourite; seeing all the kiddos smiling brightly as they handed out candy to them. Some of them even got to dress up and wander through the hospital with staff themselves, “trick or treating” at some of the offices where nurses and doctors put candy in little bowls for them.

Dahlia liked to think that a person’s costume told a lot about themselves, and she’d always concluded that those who never put any thought into their costumes were rather boring (though she definitely fell into the boring category tonight. She was still salty about it). Halloween was supposed to be fun — the one night of the year you could pretend to be something other than yourself and run around asking for candy.

She found most of the costumes to be boring however. Groups of college students had flocked to the club, decked out in less than creative group costumes. She doesn’t know how many sexy nurses, or spidermen she spotted. She’s counted at least 4 catwoman costumes, and several couples doing Harley Quinn and The Joker, all a different variation from the last (which was pretty cool to see). She even spotted one group dressed in tacky crayon costumes.

Even some of the more geeky guys she’d spotted at the club seemed to have toned down their ideas, which disappointed her. She loved hanging out with comic book people, or those obsessed with video games and roleplaying games because they had the most creativity when it came to cosplaying and dressing up. She did run into one Jedi Knight that she toyed with taking out to the barn with her, but changed her mind at the last minute when she caught the attention of two men near the back of the club.

Their costumes weren’t unique; it was probably as common as angels and nurses, and superheroes, but there was something about masked men that excited her — especially when the mask came from a horror film.

Men who loved to play predators made for excellent prey, and Dahlia was a perfect plaything. She downed the rest of her drink, and pushed herself from the bar, stalking towards them. She had their attention before she’d made it to their table, and by the time she had, they had already decided that they were interested in her too. The cheap Angel costume she had thrown together made her all the more enticing. If it weren’t for her need to feed, she might have drawn out the situation, had a bit more fun with it. But Dahlia was on the hunt now, having not been fully satisfied with her time with Perrie.

Dahlia took a moment to study them. One of them had short brown hair, nearly styled atop his head and a clean-shaven face. The other had dirty blond hair that fell to his shoulders and light stubble. Dahlie could imagine the sensation scraping against her thighs as he ate her out. Judging by the way his eyes cast downwards to where the hem of her dress had ridden up, he was thinking the same thing too.

“You two look lonely,” she purred, sliding into the booth next to the long haired man. One arm draped around her shoulder while the other immediately found its way to her thigh, slipping under the thin fabric of her costume. His fingers grazed at her cunt, eyes widening slightly as he realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath. He grinned at her. “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all,” the short-haired one said, leaning back in his seat with a dark and wild look in his eyes. They trailed down to her chest, where his friend's hand had crept closer to her chest. “We’ve got nothing going on.” He had a husky, yet pleasant voice. “What’s your name doll?”

“Melanie,” she stated. Dahlia was not stupid enough to give them her real name. Even if they did somehow manage to survive the night, she wasn’t taking any chances.

“Melanie,” he repeated. “Pretty name for a pretty girl; don’t you think so Brian?”

“I have to agree. Pretty tits too,” his friend murmured. He slipped his hand under the top of her dress, cupping her breast with a large hand. Dahlia leant her head against his shoulder, relaxing into the touch. “So obedient to — bet we could do anything with you, huh Angel?”

Dahlia nodded her head, gasping when Brian’s hand smacked her pussy.

“That’s not an answer Angel,”

“Yes,” she breathed, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir,”

“Good girl; I think we found a keeper, Kent,”

“So it seems. What do you say we get out of here?” Kent suggested. “Have some fun?”

Dahlia nodded, flashing both men a wicked gaze.

“I know a spot,” she said. “Somewhere nobody goes — it’s out in the country; you boys can put those masks to good use. If you’re up for it that is,”

“What have you got in mind, Angel?”

“Chase me — if you can catch me, you can fuck me on the forest floor; you can have your way with me, and do whatever you want.”

Brian sucked in a deep breath as Kent let out a breathy laugh.

“I like this one,” Brian said. “Go on then, Angel, lead the way.”

Dahlia grabbed Brian by the hand, and together, the three of them filed out of the club, and into the chilly October air. Dahlia didn’t let the cold get to her. She would be sweaty and gross in a matter of hours and it would be more than enough to keep her from freezing. She led them towards her car, chuckling as they fought over who got shotgun. Brian won, leaving Kent to pout in the backseat as she slipped into the driver’s side. Dahlia glanced at them one more time with a sinister grin.

“Buck up boys, it’s going to be a wild night.”

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Fandom: W.ayne’s W.orld

Pairing: W.ayne C.ampbell x Azure

Rating: T

Word Count: 6k+

Warning(s): Brief mentions of alcohol and smoking

A/N: This ficlet takes place after W.ayne and C.assandra’s first fight in the first movie

Azure entered the back door of Gasworx, carefully bringing her keyboard in to be set up. Her bandmate, Coral, was currently setting up her guitar.

She looked around the venue, seeing if she saw any familiar faces. Just a few regulars, but no one she knew personally. And not the person she thought and hoped might randomly show up to see their show.

She tried to focus on the task at hand, going back to their van for the drum machine and corresponding cords. Her mind kept drifting to the voicemail Cassandra had left her earlier that week.

She kept hearing her pitiful sobs and whimpers replay again and again as she fumbled with plugging everything in. Hearing her mourn her perfect image of her ‘man’.

Cassandra had gotten into a moderately ugly fight with her (possible now ex?) boyfriend, Wayne.

All Azure knew about him was that he hosted a show on cable access that had recently been picked up by some corporate big wigs (a few metalhead friends of her watched it, she had never seen an episode herself). And that Cassandra was simply head over heels for him. Much to Azure’s chagrin. Or at least had felt that way before the fight.

She felt a hand placed against her shoulder. Coral smiled as their gazes met. “You scared me.” Azure placed a hand against her chest.

Coral laughed behind her hand and playfully twirled one of her many braids. “Everything good?” She smiled. Azure looked back over at her setup, making sure everything was in its’ proper place. She turned back to Coral and shot a thumbs up.

“How are your nerves?” Coral asked. “I’m feeling pretty good.” Azure lied. Coral nodded slightly. “Well I need you feeling great. Get some food on your stomach and perhaps a shot.”

“Um...alright.” She said, not wanting to bicker or have any conflict right before their show. She looked over at the bar again from the front of the stage, trying not to visibly grimace at how dirty everything looked in the late afternoon light.

Azure walked down the stage’s steps, making sure not to step in any sticky spots or on a piece of leftover gum. She wasn’t sure why Coral had recommended food, as her and Azure both knew the place had a C- health rating at best. She figured it was just to be safe, but Azure knew herself well enough to know C- health code defying bar food and cheap liquor didn’t mix well. She’d just do the shot on an empty stomach.

She walked up to bar, steadily getting on one of the notoriously shaky and/or loose stools. She knew it what very good manners or lady like, but she placed both arms onto the counter.

A tall bartender with long, chocolate brown hair that had a few purple streaks throughout had their back turned to her.

“Pardon me...” she tried to talk as best she could over the music, gingerly lifting her hand. The bartender turned and smiled, a black lace headband framing her angular face. “What can I get you?” she asked.

Azure realized she hadn’t really thought about what was best to order. A Billy Idol song started playing over the speakers. The bartender made a pleased expression and swayed with the melody.

“Got anything you recommend for calming nerves?” Azure nervously tapped her finger against the somewhat grimy counter.

“Got any quaaludes?” She smirked and quickly laughed, her shoulders bouncing vigorously over her own joke.

Azure feigned a small smile but figured it must’ve been pretty unconvincing, as the bartender quickly dropped her own smile and turned to grab a small glass.

“I kid!” she placed the glass on the counter. Azure looked up. The woman smiled and asked “You a clear or brown liquor kind of gal?” Azure grimaced visibly as she considered the possibility she might have to down cheap whisky of some sort.

“I’ll take a shot of the best vodka you have here, please.”

“Gotcha, coming up.” She smiled again.

She poured a decent sized serving into the glass. Azure leaned over and, out of morbid curiosity, sniffed the drink. She almost felt herself dry heave.

“You ok, doll?” The other woman leaned in slightly.

“Yes.” Azure replied, grabbing the glass. She plugged her nose and quickly gulped the shot down. She hated drinking to calm her pre-show jitters. But she hated hard drugs more. And she’d annoyingly left a joint and her cigs back at home.

She unplugged her nostrils and exhaled dramatically. “May I also have some water?” she caught her breath.

“Of course.” The bartender pulled out a medium sized glass and filled it with water.

“Thanks.” Azure took a few good gulps. “How much do I owe you Miss...?” Azure asked as she pulled out her wallet. The older woman smiled and held out her hand for Azure to shake.

“You can just call me Dee Dee.” She giggled. You’ve played here before, correct?” the woman asked. “Uh, yeah. A few times.” Azure replied.

“You’re in that duo with the odd name, right?” She smiled. Azure looked back over at Coral setting up. She saw her and made a dramatic motion to her wrist, signaling Azure to hurry up.

“If you mean Oh Bee, than, yes.” She chuckled lightly, feeling slightly embarrassed. Dee Dee nodded and smiled wider.

“That’s it. You guys are pretty good, despite the odd but admittedly memorable name.”

Azure giggled and ran her hand down her royal blue rat tail nervously. “Uh, thanks.”

“I mean no offense.” The woman gave Azure’s free hand a couple of taps. “I mean...” she pulled away “-you could be the Shitty Beatles.” Dee Dee barked out a moderately loud laugh. Azure laughed along too, remembering the aforementioned band’s few and far between shows.

“Anyway, I asked all that to simply say that one’s on the house.” Dee Dee started swaying to the music again.

“Thank you so much Dee Dee.” She grinned. “You are an angel on earth.” Azure shot her a peace sign and turned back to briskly walk to the stage.

Azure and Coral did the finishing touches on their makeup and hair in what the club called their ‘green room’. She turned to Coral and smiled. “Ready to break a leg?” Coral capped her mascara and looked over at Azure. Her full lips were a brilliant, deep orange. “Yes. You ready to pray?”

Azure chuckled, always finding the before show ritual of ‘praying’ a bit silly. But it usually did seem to bring them luck, which she could definitely use at this moment. They, very rarely, got some hecklers. She sometimes tried to convince herself it was simply because of the genre they played. But she knew deep down it’s because they were women. And a bit ‘outlandish’ ones at that.

Coral grabbed both her hands, knocking Azure from her thoughts, and they intertwined their fingers.

“To the pop rock god and goddesses...and in the name of sexy, sexy Michael Hutchence. Amen.” Azure and Coral said together. They snickered and briefly hugged.

They both entered onto the stage, Azure heading straight for her keyboard. She was definitely starting to feel the top shelf vodka.

She gulped and stared as best as she could at the back wall/main entrance. It was a trick Cassandra had taught her. Coral went into the main riff and smiled.

Azure started singing, hoping they could get away with opening with INXS’ ‘Need You Tonight’ at least one more time.

As she started to hear a few people clap along, she felt herself relax . The thoughts of the sad phone message were almost completely gone as she focused on playing the keyboard along with the irksome drum machine.

As they finished the last song of their set, Azure started to feel really hungry and a bit woozy due to said hunger. She pondered about what the safest bet for an appetizer was.

“Thank you everyone!” Azure said into her microphone. She grabbed Coral’s right hand and they bowed together.

After putting their instruments and hardware back into their van, Azure and Coral headed to the bar.

They walked over to one of the bathtubs full of bottles of beer. As she leaned down, she heard Coral begin to talk to someone. “Oh my gosh, it’s Wayne!” She cried gleefully.

Azure quickly froze, her position making her feel like the ice around her hand was all around her body. Of course this would happen as she dreamed of mozzarella sticks, even if they did possibly give her food poisoning.

She slowly rose up and tried her best to look neutral. “Oh, uh, hey Coral.” Wayne responded, Azure still standing with her back to them.

“How’s showbiz going?” Coral asked him. Azure tried to subtly side eye them, trying to figure out why in the world he was here. She wasn’t sure why, but the thought of Wayne coming there, alone, to see their show, made her stomach sink.

“It’s uh, goin’. Thanks.” He sounded slightly annoyed. Azure fiddled with the label on the beer, hoping he’d walk away.

“Uh, hey, Azure?” She heard him ask, closer to her this time. She stayed rigid, biting her bottom lip. “I was wondering if I could talk to you. It’s about me and Cassandra.”

She didn’t know if it was the after show fatigue she knew was coming, or the fact she hadn’t eaten, but Azure felt herself quickly whip her head around and almost screech.

“Well well well...” she finally spoke, trying to steady her voice. “If it isn’t Mr. Wayne Asshole.” She heard herself say, her words feeling slightly fuzzy as they left her lips. She felt her stomach turn again. She wasn’t sure if it was the lack of food or the fact she knew she was being a bit needlessly mean.

“That’s...very clever.” He started. “And well deserved after what you did.” She quickly responded and arched an eyebrow high. Coral started to look back and forth at them both.

“Azure, you’ve had a few shots and you haven’t put any food on it. Please don’t do something that’s going to compromise what little of a career we have right now.” Coral weakly laughed and placed her hand on Azure’s shoulder. Wayne pursed his lips.

Azure looked at her and softened her expression a little. “You know what, you’re right.” She placed the beer back into the bathtub. “Coral, can we please go to the roof? I need a cigarette. Please, mister Campbell, do not follow along.” Coral rolled her eyes slightly, but nodded ‘yes’ and helped Azure up the slightly odd and dangerously narrow stairway to the roof.

Coral looked around and seemingly spotted someone she knew. “I’m gonna go ask that guy if he has a couple of menthols to spare.” She found a spot for Azure to sit, safely away from the edge of the roof.

As she felt herself start to lose her mild buzz, Azure couldn’t help but think of the phone message once again.

She couldn’t believe Wayne had come here, to her show, tonight. Sure, he was a semi-regular. But why did he need to talk to her? Why couldn’t he be a grown up and figure it out his damn self?

He’s the one who had rudely implied Cassandra did sexual favors in order to further her career. Her stomach turned once more, almost aching.

She heard footsteps approaching and looked up. Coral was walking over with the man she had mentioned before.

“You remember Dave, right Azure?” A short man with black hair and an aquiline nose held out his hand towards her.

“I’m sorry...” she grabbed his hand and shook it “No. But I’m terrible with most names so don’t take it personally.” She pulled her hand away as he chuckled.

“Well, he’s our menthol donor for the night.” Coral smirked. Dave got a lighter out of his pocket and lit Coral’s. He then helped Azure light her’s.

She took a moderate drag and closed her eyes. When she opened them, she saw Wayne approaching up the stairs.

She heaved a deep sigh and began to snicker to herself. “You really just can’t take a hint, huh?” she took another drag and turned away from him as he got closer.

“Look...” she kept her gaze on the ground. She saw him begin to nervously shift his weight from leg to leg. “Cassandra and you have every right to be mad at me.” He continued. Her stomach turned again, trying to digest the nothing inside.

“And I don’t really know who else to talk to about this. None of my guy friends want to listen to me whine about my girlfriend.”

She slowly looked up and stared at him briefly. His brown eyes looked moderately sad. “Cassandra considers you a really good friend, and, I just thought, maybe...” he moved a piece of his deep brown hair behind his ear, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Azure suddenly felt too weak to protest. Verbally or physically. She looked at Coral, who was deep in conversation with Dave.

“Okay, Wayne.” She tried to lift herself up, but listed to the right slightly.

“Are you okay?” She heard Wayne ask. He sounded like he was in a fishbowl. She felt a shaky giggle leave her lips.

“Hey...” she felt two hands grab her shoulders as she shut her eyes, feeling very dizzy and hungry.

She suddenly heard Coral exclaim and the general chatter of the rooftop crowd quiet for a minute. “Azure!!” she heard her bandmate yell before everything went extremely fuzzy and dark.

“When’s the last time she ate?” a voice spoke. Azure recognized the smell of wherever she had ended up. A strange, uncomfortable but familiar feeling was against her back.

“I asked her if she’d had lunch right after we set up.” another voice above her replied.

She licked around her dry mouth. She felt her eyes slowly flutter open. She raised her hand to cover them.

“Hey,” she felt someone near her shift their weight. “Are you okay?” the first voice asked. “Mm...” she groaned “Water...” she weakly tried to lift her hand. “Here, I’ll help.” the other voice sounded shaky.

“Come on, Azure.” the shaky voice continued. She felt a slightly hard and wet surface touch her lips. She tried again to open her eyes, this time only slightly wincing when the admittedly low light hit them.

She blinked slowly as they adjusted. A blurry face formed in front of her. Coral was to her right. Sitting in an odd position on the arm of the loveseat above her was Wayne.

She felt her mouth form into a smirk and chuckled slightly. “So that wasn’t just some stress dream.” She leaned forward to the glass of water that rested on makeshift ‘side table’.

“Azure...” the woman looked up over at Wayne briefly. “-try and take it easy.” Coral helped her grab the glass. “Ugh...” Azure massaged her temples as she sipped “What happened?”

“I think you passed out due to either low blood sugar and/or slight dehydration.” Coral grimaced in concern. “I told you to eat something.” She placed her head in her hands and heaved a shaky sigh.

“You did, I’m sorry.” Azure spoke softly. She slowly and carefully sat up. Coral pulled her face away and sighed. “I’m sorry too, if it seems like I’ve been kind of short and bossy today it’s just because I’m going through some personal stuff.” Coral looked at her with slightly wet eyes.

“Oh, don’t go and cry.” Azure placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder. She was mildly annoyed at her in the moment, but she didn’t want to cause any trouble.

“You had all of us worried.” She saw a tear leave the corner of her right eye.

“Oh...I-“ She grabbed Coral’s hand and gingerly rubbed her thumb against it. “I’m really sorry. I promise I’ll take better care of myself so this doesn’t happen again.” Coral looked at her and raised her free hand. “Pinky promise?” she extended out her pinky finger.

Azure felt herself grin and she extended her own hand. “I pinky promise.” She intertwined their fingers and gently tugged.

“I’m gonna go see where Dave is with those chicken fingers.” Coral stood up and dabbed at her eyes with a tissue, pushing aside the beaded curtain that covered the green room entrance.

“Uh, sorry.” She looked at the beat up mustard yellow tweed loveseat she was on. “She can be a little dramatic. But she means well.” Azure desperately wished for a cigarette.

Wayne cleared his throat and chuckled softly. “No problem.” He stood up, taking a seat on a wobbly stool that acted as a makeup chair in front of the notoriously cracked mirror.

Azure twirled her rat tail around her finger in nervousness. She took a few more sips of water and stared to wonder herself about the aforementioned chicken fingers. Her stomach growled.

“You’re gonna be okay, right?” She heard him ask. She let go of her tail and sighed. “Oh, yeah.” She put the glass down. “Why do you ask?”

“Well I mean, you heard Coral. You did moderately startle everyone who was near you on the roof.”

She nodded slowly. “I just don’t think things out sometimes, that’s all.” She ran her fingers against her multiple ear piercings.

Her stomach let out another growl. Her head pulsed. She absentmindedly placed her arms across her belly. “Would you rather have dive club chicken fingers or an okay diner burger?” she heard him say.

She looked over at Wayne. “Is that, like, a trick question? Or...?” she asked. Wayne chuckled moderately and gave a small half grin. “No, no...” he stood from the stool and smiled wider. “You just...” he placed his right hand on his neck briefly.

“I just imagine you’re pretty tired and thought maybe the crowd here was a bit much? I thought maybe you could use some new air. Cozier atmosphere.” He came back over to the loveseat. Azure looked up.

Concerned for a brief moment this might be some kind of trick, possibly to get back at Cassie, she glanced at the clock behind him on the vanity.

Tick, tick.

She looked back at Wayne and scanned his expression. His brown eyes twinkled warmly in the low vanity lights.

“I finally have my own car.” He added. He seemed proud. He seemed honest. “Well, it’s not strictly mine, but I helped Garth pay to trick out the Mirthmobile.”

Tick, tick.

She licked her lips and thought.

“Coral can come if she wants to. It seats about four comfortably...” He said. She stared at his moderately nice sneakers.

“How about our awesomely cool friend, Dave?” Azure asked, cocking her chin forward. She figured mentioning another man might make any ulterior motives clear.

“As long as he doesn’t smoke. I have a very strict no smoking rule.” He smiled. Azure heavily considered his offer, feeling her stomach clench as she pictured the chicken fingers again. Sitting in a plastic basket, dry as fuck.

She nodded and muttered “Okay. Just let me grab my coat and purse.”

“Yea, okay, cool.” He said, almost stumbling over his words.

Azure popped a couple of plugs into her ears to block out the music, grabbing them from the pocket of her faux fur coat. She looked into the crowd, trying to see Coral and/or Dave. Wayne trailed close by but not too close, which she appreciated.

She felt the thump of the bass through the floor and against her platform boots that she was trying to not trip over or accidentally kick anybody with. She looked behind her right shoulder, no longer seeing Wayne. She thought she briefly caught a glimpse of Coral’s flame orange hair.

Before she could confirm or deny it was her, she saw Wayne again. He was with a girl. Someone she vaguely recognized as another semi regular. She was patting her curly bob and giggling close to his face.

Azure felt her upper lip curl slightly. She felt her heartbeat quicken as she popped the plugs out. As she steadily got to them, she gulped.

It’s not your business. It’s not your problem. It’s not your business, it’s not your problem.

Wayne looked up at her as she got close. “Oh, hey Az-“ he started. She shot him a glance. Her heartbeat pulsed quicker and quicker. She briskly tapped against the eager, sultry woman’s shoulder.

“Who the hell are you?!” She shouted over the music. The redhead turned around and raised an eyebrow. “Depends.” she smirked. “Are you Wayne’s new girlfriend?” the woman yelled back.

He gave the woman a look and tried to remove the hand she had on his shoulder. Azure felt herself laugh and smirk.

“No. But I am one of her good friends. You must be Stacy.” A few people in the crowd looked over as Azure’s voice grew louder. “Oh really? Well I am, Wayne’s first girlfriend!” the other woman almost spat, still leaving her hand against his shoulder. Azure tried to inhale deeply, she felt herself try to convince herself that she could walk away. Before she knew what she was doing she felt herself pulling off her coat. She looked at Stacy’s delicate hand, wanting to bite it off.

“You think you can just kick my ass?” the flirt cackled. “They have rules here. You should have some class.” She turned her head away. Before she could jump to pounce, she felt a hand grab her shoulder “Azure!”

It was Coral. “How many times do I have to be your moderator tonight?” she furrowed her eyebrows. Azure jerked from her hand.

“What happened with Dave?” Azure asked, assuming Coral had done her usual ‘flirt hard with any guy who gives her a morsel of attention’ which usually ended up with her getting dumped by them. Usually within the same night. She didn’t usually care but her deep hunger was making her fussy.

“He bailed.” Coral crossed her arms around her moderately sized chest. Azure looked the other way to quickly roll her eyes.

“Mm hm, well.” She placed her hands on her hips and looked back at Coral. “I’ve gotta get something on my stomach. Like, now. And you’re dicking around too much.” She walked over to Wayne, quickly grabbing his hand and pulling him to get away from his crazy ex.

Coral and Stacy both looked shocked as they began to walk. “I’ll see you at home.” She said quickly to Coral. “Don’t wait up.” She stomped pseudo-rhythmically and almost dragged Wayne to the front entrance.

As they got into the cold night air, Azure felt goosebumps form up and down her arms. She instantly felt bad for leaving Coral behind. But she was tough to deal with a lot of the time. Extremely talented, but complicated. She let go of Wayne’s hand and turned around. The smoke from the front patio cascaded around them. She looked up at the washed out night sky, almost saying a small prayer. She shivered.

She looked back down at Wayne and saw him holding her coat. “You almost forgot this.” He said, handing it to her. “Thanks.” She mumbled, feeling her face flush slightly as their fingers brushed momentarily. She pulled it on and saw Wayne pull a pair of gloves out of his own. She couldn’t believe she had almost beat someone’s ass over him. Especially a stranger.

“Hey uh,...” he started. Azure raised her eyebrows, afraid he was about to scold her for her bad behavior. “Thanks for saving me from Stacy.” He grinned and laughed heartily, his eye corners forming small creases as he did.

“No worries.” Azure replied, gnawing on her thumbnail. “Let’s just get to the diner please, this place is getting on my nerves.”

Wayne nodded and turned to quickly wave goodbye to the doorman.

Wayne and her got to his car. He opened the passenger door for her. She slinked in, eyeing the interior as she did so.

It was a nice enough car, but the only thing that piqued her interest was the new compact disc player.

What appeared to be a few college aged fans came up to Wayne before he could get in. Azure heard him laugh as he signed a few random items, like a baseball or napkins. Her eyes looked to the driver side window, which Wayne had his back to. She caught a glimpse, near the rear view mirror, of what appeared to a Red Vines dispenser. She felt herself chuckle and she looked back over to the window.

She wasn’t she if was the lingering effects of the vodka or the delirium from being so hungry, but she felt her eyes drift to Wayne’s hair...then back...then butt. She moved her gaze back up when he waved goodbye to the fans.

“Okay, sorry about that.” He chuckled. He looked briefly into the rearview mirror, giving his nostrils and hair a once over.

Azure did the same with the side mirror.

He placed a CD into the player and pressed the start button. Much to her surprise, Madonna started playing. Specifically her ‘Like A Virgin’ album.

Before she could stop herself, she tried, and failed, to stifle a giggle.

She saw Wayne side eye her and smirk. “Oh come on.” He grinned. He began to sing along, drumming to the beat of ‘Material Girl’. Azure smiled to herself as the city lights flew past.

“Big Madonna fanatic?” She smirked. Wayne laughed and shook his head. “My mom bought me that years ago.” He explained, clearly mildly embarrassed.

They arrived at the diner. Wayne came over to open her door again, extending a gloved hand to make sure she got out okay.

They entered the brightly illuminated restaurant, grabbing a small booth near the back. The laminated menus of mostly candy colored doughnuts and similar treats welcomed them.

“So...” Wayne said, briefly glancing over the menu. Azure yawned slightly. “How long have you been in Aurora?” He smiled, raising his hand to signal over a waitress.

Azure looked up to think about it. “Almost five years.” She responded, looking at the waitress as she got to their table. “How about you?” He put in a coffee order for himself and peered at her.

She quickly looked back at the menu when their eyes met. “I’ll have a Diet Coke and the cheeseburger please.” She told the waitress.

“I’ve grown up here my whole life.” Wayne smiled. He tried, a big too long, to quickly and quietly slip out of his denim jacket. As he struggled pulling it off, Azure felt her eyes drift again, this time to his partially exposed midriff and barely toned arms.

No no no. She told herself. You like Cassandra. Not her boyfriend. Not the man that made her cry and fly off to Chicago with Ben the rich bitch boy.

“Cool.” Was all she could mutter as the yummy smell of cooking eggs entered her nostrils.

“So, um...” she smacked her lips together, trying not to drool. “Did you still want to talk about Cassi-, I mean Cassandra?” she drummed her fingers against the table, peering intently at her chipped black nail polish.

“Oh...” he started and creased his eyebrows in mild concern, the waitress walking back over to give them their drinks. Azure fumbled with her straw, slowly pushing it into her cola. “Well, now I’m more focused on you getting fed than talking about my Cassandra problems.” He admitted. She looked back up and at his, admittedly pretty, lips.

No no no. Don’t look there. Just talk about Cassandra.

“Oh...” she mimicked him, slowly taking a sip. She looked over to the kitchen, praying their food would be done soon so she could stop talking before she said something stupid.

“I guess we should talk about it a little while I’ve got you here, mostly lucid.”

“So what exactly happened?” she muttered against her cup. He started playing slightly with his own, somewhat nervously.

“Well, I just...” he took a sip of coffee “I impulsively said a few things I shouldn’t of.”

Azure looked up and paused. “Like basically calling Cassie a whore.” She said somewhat loud. He widened his eyes, appearing to plead with them slightly.

“Yes, like that.” He looked down again. She knew she didn’t really have any room to judge. Especially given what had gone down so far tonight.

“Well, she just called me once. I was at a gig and she left a message on my answering machine.” Azure sighed. The waitress came over with her burger. She thanked her again and started in on the shoestring french fries.

“She was just really, really sad and upset.” She bit into her burger. Wayne started nibbling his bottom lip. He adjusted his hat slightly, briefly taking it off.

It was Azure’s first time seeing him without it on. She bit into the hamburger again.

She had, rather harshly, assumed his hair was a stringy, greasy mess. But she could see she was wrong as he placed a few strands of his reasonably clean hair behind his ‘virgin’ unpierced ears.

He looked briefly at her as he placed his cap back on. She feigned deep interest in her food. “Did she say anything specific?” He asked weakly. Azure could swear his voice almost trembled.

She took one more sip of the soda, trying her best to think of how to politely put what Cassandra had said on her message. She didn’t want the guy to feel worse.

“She said she thought you were different. That you were better than nice. That you were kind.” She summarized. She nibbled a few more fries.

He nodded slowly and appeared to gulp. Azure finished her burger and began running her tongue across teeth, chucking for food bits. Wayne looked over at her plate. Despite all that he was currently processing, he smiled.

“You want anything else?” He asked, taking a sip of coffee. She shook her head. “No, thank you.” She began drumming her fingers again. “I’m really tired.” She placed her fuzzy black purse across her chest. “I’d like to go home now.” She tried not to sound too rushed or flustered.

He nodded and waved over the waitress one last time. Azure began to reach into her purse to pay. “Oh, no.” He playfully wagged his finger “It’s my treat, of course.” He pulled out a chain wallet, handing some cash to the waitress and telling her to keep the change.

They entered his car one more time for the night, riding back to her place in silence.

They pulled up behind the Volkswagen van in the narrow driveway slowly and carefully. Wayne turned the car off.

She felt her throat thicken as she looked back into the side mirror. Her eye makeup was considerably smudged, matching the feathered red lipstick on her mouth. The silent autumn night caused her to second naturedly grip onto her coat.

“Hey...” Azure heard herself say. Wayne turned to her and placed his right arm against the edge of the seat. She suddenly could smell his deodorant. She cursed herself for breaking the silence. Just say good night. she thought.

He raised his eyebrows, forming a curious expression. She licked her lips lightly, still getting a greasy taste.

Don’t do it you dumb bitch. She said to herself. You’re just going to complicate things for him and Cassandra and you.

“Why were you so nice to me tonight?” She asked, feeling her face flush mildly. She felt herself hold her breath in anticipation.

“Well...” he turned away briefly, chuckling to himself. “You’re one of Cassandra’s closest friends. And you’ve never been that awful in general.” He paused. “I don’t hate you.” He looked back at her and gave a sweet half grin. “I’m not sure why you have such a gripe against me but,” he gave an exaggerated shrug “It is what it is. I can only control me.”

“Yea...” She sighed, thinking of her own poor impulse control. “Yea, very true.” She drummed her fingers against her thigh and tried to not look directly at him.

“Plus….” he said in a low tone, almost so low she didn’t catch him. “Besides Crucial Taunt, Oh Bee is definitely one of the Gasworx top bands.” He laughed.

“I’m sorry.” She said suddenly, looking back up. Wayne looked a bit surprised, but softened his expression. He nodded and gave a half grin. “Thank you. Really. That means a lot to me, truly.”

She nodded, briefly glancing at the mole near his chin. “No, thank you.” she whispered.

“If it’s any consolation, I think you’re a really kind guy.” She placed a hand on his left shoulder. “I mean...you could’ve left me for dead tonight, and you didn’t.” She looked into his eyes. He gazed back and seemed to be thinking of how to properly respond.

“I wouldn’t say it was that dramatic. I’m no hero.” He chuckled, slightly nervously. Azure’s hand stared to feel ungodly warm. Why hadn’t he moved? She glanced down and noticed his denim clad knee was just slightly touching her ripped fishnets.

Please for the love of GOD just ignore me. There’s nothing here, ignore it.

“It was to me. A lot of people don’t do that kind of stuff for me. I can...” she started. She felt her palm get even warmer “I can definitely see why Cassandra likes you.” she finished. Her thumb slowly moved, up and down, against his shoulder. “And if it doesn’t work out with her for some reason...” she sighed deeply. “You’ll definitely find someone great.” she smiled.

Wayne opened his mouth to respond but didn’t speak.

Way to lay it on thick, you little freak. The burger started to feel like rocks.

He looked into Azure’s blue-ish green eyes. He gingerly grabbed her hand from his shoulder, placing it into her lap. He looked up briefly at the red vines dispenser, then back at her.

She felt a sopping wet feral dog. All she could do was look on. Plead and plead internally and look on.

No no no, stop stop.

Her heart was beating so fast she was convinced he could hear it. He sighed somewhat breathlessly and shut his eyes. “Azure, I-“ she felt herself lean forward as he started to speak again. Her name sounded so good coming out from his lips.

His eyes drifted open. “You’re really kind and cool too. I’m just not sure now...” he rubbed his free hand against the steering wheel. He chuckled as he trailed off. That goddamn, adorable, earnest laugh. And then, suddenly, just because of that, Azure felt herself genuinely laugh for what felt like the first time all night.

He’s just being nice. You’re just Cassie’s clingy friend to him. He’s just being overly cordial. You’re clingy clingy clingy.

“Is really...” he said slowly as she placed her hand on his gently. He sighed again. “A good...” he whispered low, appearing to hesitate slightly. She moved her thumb against his outer palm and kept leaning in. He chuckled and started leaning into Azure too. “Time...” he squeaked slightly as Azure felt his breath against her cheek. She slowly puckered her lips and began to close her eyes. His arm started to wrap around her shoulders. She felt him, so close to her. Right before their lips met, a loud creak occurred at the front door.

“AZURE!” Coral exclaimed. A few neighborhood dogs began to bark.

Saved by the bitch, she thought to herself.

“Damn.” She turned away quickly, chuckling at her bandmate’s timing. Wayne pulled back and laughed too, staring at his floorboard.

“This is terrible timing, but is there any way I can use you guys’ bathroom? That diner coffee went straight through me.” He moved his arm and chuckled softly.

Azure nodded and leaned out the window. “I told you not to wait up, Coral! Wayne’s gotta piss!!”

He turned slightly more red as Azure grabbed her purse.

They all three walked inside, Wayne looking around. “Cool place.” He said, eyeing the various posters and trinkets.

“Bathroom’s the second door on the left.” Azure replied. He nodded and thanked her.

As Wayne entered the bathroom, Coral walked up to Azure. “Sooo...” she smirked. “What took you two so long?”

Azure sighed and looked around for a cigarette. “We were just eating, Coral.” “Where?” She heard the woman say as she opened a couple of drawers and skimmed them. “That gimmicky hockey diner.” She said through almost gritted teeth.

“What did you even talk about?” Coral asked. Azure looked in one more nook, fumbling with her nose ring briefly. She spotted one single cigarette and sighed in relief.

“World politics and whether or not God’s real.” Azure curtly responded. Coral made a face and crossed her arms. “You don’t have to be so snippy.” Azure lit the cigarette and puffed. “Please just let me relax for a minute, Coral.”

The woman responded with a small, dramatic ‘hmph’, turning back to go to her bedroom. Azure sat on their couch, dragging on the cigarette.

She picked up one of her many stuffed animals that laid about their abode. This one was a portly brown teddy bear. She placed it next to her, absentmindedly playing with the bear’s red neck ribbon as she smoked.

She heard a floorboard creak behind her. Looking up, she saw Wayne. He smiled.

Azure smiled back, putting out the cigarette in their novelty seashell ashtray and grabbed the teddy as she stood up. She thought maybe holding something so silly would make him leave quicker.

Wayne walked with her to the front door.

“Thanks again for getting me home.” Azure stared at the old hardwood floor. Wayne’s cool sneakers peered back.

“No problem.” He responded, sounding like he was doing that cute smile. She felt a hand place against her shoulder. “Um, hey.” he whispered. She looked up, biting her lip slightly. “Sorry it that was weird in the car. I just think I’m miserably lonely right now and maybe you had a bit much to drink. I should’ve verbally declined.” he laughed.

Azure hugged her teddy bear softly and nodded. “Well...you get some rest, okay?” He adjusted his hat nervously “You definitely deserve it.” She smiled and gave him a thumbs up. He gave her shoulder a squeeze and began to turn to leave, opening the door slightly.

“Wait...” She muttered. Wayne paused but didn’t turn around. She gently pushed the door closed. Wayne stood still. She let the teddy bear fall and opened up her arms to embrace Wayne from the back.

Before he could protest or fully comprehend what was happening, she strengthened her grip. Not too tight, but not too loose. She shut her eyes. He smelled like Drakkar Noir and her cigarette and the deodorant from earlier. “Ah...” he mumbled, slightly into her short blue hair. She pulled back and only lingered momentarily. “You...” she cleared her throat “You get back safe.” He nodded and waved, leaving quietly.

Azure slowly redid all the locks, sighing. She walked to her room, throwing the teddy bear onto the rocking chair. She heard Wayne pull out their driveway and sighed again, rubbing her cheeks.

When she finally laid down, she couldn’t stop replaying the night in her head.

Especially the close call in his car. She swore she could still smell the coffee on his breath wafting through the air. She placed a pillow over her head and gave a small shriek.

She had been so wrapped up in her feelings for Cassandra recently, that she hadn’t even had time to sit and consider the deeper more complex reasons she ‘hated’ Wayne. She felt like a silly Audrey Hepburn protagonist.

She looked up to her ceiling and leaked out a laugh. How absurd life was. How painfully, painfully absurd.

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