#( and if anyone somehow have a problem with him in his fishnets and skirt he will stab 'em! )

[endexe]

Zero wearing certain outfits at inappropriate situations...

#( Zero wearing a suit at a beach... ) #( Zero having his pyjamas on while he's in a meeting with someone he knows... ) #( Zero with his horrible neon clothes at a funeral uh... ) #( listen he just??? doesn't really fucking care?????? about how people expects others to wear things at certain situations??? ) #( like he just doesn't understand why many people get worked up over with what others wear ) #( and if anyone somehow have a problem with him in his fishnets and skirt he will stab 'em! ) #( he's just vibing and??? yeah fsdgsdgd ) #tbd

[aestheticseungmean]

Hi can you write a one-shot with 20,64 and 97 ? Thanks and have a nice day

short skirts, emo bands, and maids, oh my!- Jeon Jungkook

Synopsis- You like Yuta, Jungkook loves you, and Yuta loves anime and nothing else. What does it take for Jungkook to make you see that?

4029 words

Warnings: Unconsentual kiss but both parties enjoy it and cussing

Fluff and a bit of angst

A/N: Sorry for taking so long. I really struggled to get motivated to write with everything else going on around me. Also, this was supposed to be Yuta’s story but it drifted into a Jungkook story instead.

⚠️PLEASE NOTICE⚠️: I wanted to leave you guys with one last thing before I went on break. I am officially announcing my hiatus from for a few months. I’ll still be on here reading and liking things but I won’t write.

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“Did you know your skirt is below your fingertips?” You rolled your eyes at your best friend Jungkook. “Thank you, Captain obvious.” He gave you his signature bunny smile, scrunching up his nose in amusement. “The skirt is short on purpose.” “Who are you trying to impress? Yuta?” You stared at your outfit in the mirror which consisted of a black skirt, a pastel pink shirt, fishnet tights, and your favorite pair of converse which were also pink. To say that you thought you looked good was an understatement. You were feeling yourself in this outfit. You felt cute yet sexy. “As a matter of fact, I like this outfit for me, but it may be a tiny bit for Yuta,” you confessed. Jungkook laughed and played with the hem of the blanket on your bed, waiting for you.

Yuta was your crush. He was also your neighbour whom you saw everyday on your way to work. You often waved towards him only to receive a quick glance and nothing more. Occasionally, you’d see him in the game store you worked at, checking out the new selections of games, manga, and animes. Each time, you were too shy to do more than just wave or squeak out a meek ‘hi’. And more often than not, he just ignored you and went about his search, leaving you sighing to yourself and stocking some more Pop Funko figurines. Maybe he just thought you and Jungkook were an item like everyone else did, or maybe he just didn’t want to be friends with you. Either way, at one point you might have well given up. But, you being the simp you are, you didn’t. You kept on trying to be his friend and maybe even more.

“Are you ready? I want to go to this cafe that Jimin told me about. Said it was the best place he ever went.” You were skeptical about anything Jimin suggests, because last time you went to the movie theatre with Jungkook and ended up watching 50 Shades Darker. It probably would’ve been better if you had seen the previous movie, but nevertheless it wasn’t something to watch with your best friend. “I don’t trust Jimin,” you grumbled out, picking up your backpack and keys. “Let’s go before I change my mind. I’m letting you know now that you’re paying.” Jungkook threw up his hands and nodded, following you out to your beat up car. “You have to get this thing replaced.” The passenger door screamed as he opened it. “The store isn’t getting good business so my paycheck has been cut.” You sighed softly as the car started up finally. You really did need a new car, but this is what you can afford right now.

The brightly colored sign to the cafe put you in awe. It could draw one in from a mile away. The inside of the cafe on the other hand made you want to strangle Jimin. Other than the cute, kawaii decorations, you were not impressed with the girls dressed up as maids, serving mainly business men. “Hello!” A young, cheerful girl gracefully made her way to you two while managing to grab two menus and avoiding at least six floating trays. “I’m Sora and I’ll be your server! Just two today?” Jungkook nodded. “Right this way!” How this girl could be so cheery was beyond you, but somehow it did make the experience a little better. You sat down in a pink booth across from Jungkook and ordered drinks. “Here you go. Just wave or ring the bell if you need me. I’ll be back to collect your order in a few.” She clamoured away to get your drinks.

“A maid cafe? Seriously? He’s such a perv.” “I find this kind of fun,” Jungkook smirked, not taking his eyes off of your annoyed face. “Shut up, Jeon.” An older woman casually made her way over to your table, pulling up a chair. “I noticed that you looked annoyed. Are my ladies doing alright?” “Yes ma’am,” you squeaked out, feeling a bit under pressure. “Good. Good. Is this your boyfriend?” You shook your head. “He’s my best friend.” She nodded as she comprehended what you said. “I noticed your outfit is very fitting for you.” “Look, ma’am, may I ask what you are doing?” You weren’t trying to be rude, but it was weird to have a stranger come up to you and inquire about your life. “Come work for me. We need more people like you. The pay starts at $15 an hour and your lunch today is on the house. Here is my business card, call me with your answer.”

The lady slid her business card towards you and returned the chair to the other table before walking off. “I feel like I’m dealing drugs.” “I think it would be cute. I’d come visit you everyday if you worked here,” Jungkook teased, “and I’m sure Jimin would love to see you work here. You know he’s a bitch for people in maid outfits.” You kicked his shin under the table and pocketed the business card. Things will have to get really bad before you subject yourself to this line of work. “Over my dead body,” you huffed, grabbing at the drink the waitress brought earlier. Jungkook, however, grabbed the drink from you and took a sip out of the straw before you could. “Hey-“ you protested but he cut you off. “Ahh. Pepsi?” “Yeah but-“ He smiled and winked. “I know you so well.” “Only because I order that every time I go someplace with Pepsi products.”

The food was exceptional even though you tried to hate it. The service was a 13/10 and you appreciated the way the waitress actually waited until you were done chewing before coming over to check on you. Outside, Jungkook laughed and jumped to the car. “That was fun! We should do it again!” “No, you were checking out our waitress half the time,” you grumbled. “Did you notice she had puppy ears?” In fact, you didn’t notice anything except the short skirts. “No?” “Yeah! Every waitress and waiter in there wears a pair of animal ears. I think I’d rock the bunny ones.” You chuckled and got into the car, Jungkook following suit. “Honestly, if you worked there…so many girls would flock to eat at the cafe and it would become world famous.” “So you’re saying I’m hot, eh?” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, making you smack him. “Of course you’re hot. I’d be stupid not to see it, but you are my best friend.”

You knew you had hit a nerve when his smile faltered a bit. “Did you know scientifically, 83% of couples consider their partner their best friend?” “No, I didn’t. I do now.” Jungkook sighed and sat back into his seat and watched you start the car. Once back at the apartment complex, you and Jungkook walked in silence to the elevators. The doors were closing when you heard a quick, “Hold the doors!” You watched as a familiar black haired boy ran into the elevators breathless. “Are you okay, Yuta?” He nodded and checked his watch as if he was in a rush. “Do you have an important meeting or something?” “What’s it to you?” Your eyes widened as Jungkook began to tense up, something he does before he gets ready to fight. Instinctively, your arms pushed Jungkook back against the wall. “It’s not our business, Jungkook.” As much as you wished to know, you couldn’t because as you said, it’s not your business. You pulled Jungkook closer to you on the opposite side of the elevator from where Yuta was standing.

The shoddy elevator shook and groaned before coming to a stop somewhere between the seventh and eighth floor. Yuta growled and checked his phone. “He’s going to kill me,” he muttered to himself. “Attention! Is there anyone in the elevators, if yes please press the call button and let us know.” Jungkook pressed the call button and soon enough you found out that you were stuck for at least three hours. You scrolled through your phone to check for any news. “It seems the entire city has lost power.” “I guess you’re stuck with me!” Jungkook teased. You slid down the wall carelessly and leaned against the wood panel. “Don’t seem so sad. At least you’re stuck with me.” “Can you guys quit flirting all the damn time?” Yuta’s voice echoed a bit in the small space. “What’s your problem, dude?” Jungkook stepped forward. “My problem is that I’m stuck here, late for band practice, and you two sound so cringy. If y’all are going to fuck, wait until we get off.”

“What is your band?” “Riot of the Dark,” he sighed, sitting down. You tugged Jungkook’s hand and gave him a look that said ‘sit down’. “Riot of the Dark? The lead guitarist is Han Jisung right?” “Yeah. How did you know?” You smiled thinking back to your times with the boy. “Jisung is my favourite cousin. In fact, if I’m correct, the leader is Woosung.” Yuta nodded once again. “You seem to know my band pretty well,” he complimented, making you blush. “I like your music.” “I lIkE yOuR mUsIc,” Jungkook mocked. “WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM JUNGKOOK?” “My problem? What’s my problem?” His dark eyes glared at you taking you by surprise. He was never like this. “My problem is you!” You felt a pang in your heart as you held back the tears welling up in your eyes. “M-Me?” “Yes, you! You have your head so far up in the clouds dreaming about Yuta that you can’t see the one person in front of you who likes you. You are so damn oblivious and it hurts the ones around you.” Blood rushed to your cheeks as you felt Yuta’s eyes on you. Jungkook had exposed your crush in front of your crush. You hid yourself in your sweatshirt and silently cried, hating your best friend.

“That was cold.” “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Rage filled Jungkook at his stupid mistake. Now you probably hated him and there was nothing he could say or do about it. “_______, I’m sorry.” You looked up at him with wet cheeks. “Fuck you,” you spat out. Luckily, the elevator started to move hours before it was said to be running meaning you could get home faster. The doors creaked open and you pushed through the mess of people waiting for the elevator to get to the apartment you call home. You left the door unlocked because as much as you hated Jungkook at the moment, you knew he couldn’t go home just yet, so you locked yourself in your bedroom. Knock. Knock. Knock. You knew at some point, he was going to knock on the door and you’d inevitably open it because it was Jungkook, but you didn’t think it would be so soon. “Go away.” “We need to talk,” he pleaded through the door. “What’s there to talk about? You ruined my crush on Yuta, because now I can never see him face to face again or I might spontaneously combust in anxiety.”

You heard a small laugh through the door. “You won’t spontaneously combust. I’m sorry, you know.” A soft sigh fell from your lips. “I know.” “Will you let me in?” You opened the door and watched as he fell in. “A warning would’ve been nice, but I deserved that.” “Yes you did,” you huffed, biting back a few words, but he noticed it. “You want to say something. I know you do,” he coaxed. “Are you hurt?” A small smile appeared on his face as he realized that not all hope is lost. “A little bruise but it will heal.” “Where?” Jungkook pointed to his head where the bruise was. You flicked it before pulling his head down and giving it a kiss. “ There. I’m still mad though.” He cooed at your little pout and hugged you. “Am I still your friend?” You looked up at him and nodded. Even though he had embarrassed you, the bond runs way deeper than a crush did. “Can you smile for me?” “No.” He giggled cutely and sat down on the swivel chair by your desk. “I’m going to do it,” you stated out of nowhere. “Do what?” “I’m going to confess to Yuta tomorrow!” Jungkook’s face fell and he scowled at the ground.

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Maybe you were feeling confident or maybe you were led by the determination to right a wrong. Either way, you were standing outside of Yuta’s apartment door, knocking. He opened the door in his emo-like glory and surprisingly, you smiled. “Do you need something? I’m busy practicing.” “I wanted to come over here and explain what happened yesterday.” You paused for a minute, regaining your words, “I like you, Yuta. I’ve been harbouring a crush on you for months now and I wanted to get it off of my chest.” He stared at you silently, and all of a sudden a wave of anxiety hit you. To control yourself from bursting, you picked at the sides of your thumbnails, picking at the skin, most likely causing them to bleed. “I don’t like you. I’m not really interested in getting to know you and I’m not looking for a friend let alone a relationship. If that’s all you wanted to say then I need to go,” Yuta spoke bluntly. “I have one more thing,” you forced out, trying to keep a steady voice. “Have a good life.” With that, you walked away calmly to your apartment where Jungkook was waiting.

“So?” Jungkook asked, feeling somewhat curious. “He rejected me, but oddly enough I’m okay. I’m not sad. I’m not mad. I’m not happy. I’m just okay.” “Is that good?” You nodded, but you were in a hazy state of mind. Like a fog was clouding your thoughts. “I’m going to go home to do some work at my neighbour’s house.” “Okay.” He gave you a quick hug and walked out of your apartment and towards his home. You, on the hand, took a shower to clear your thoughts and then sat on your bed, staring at the wall, trying to find your thoughts. Why didn’t you care that Yuta turned you down? And why did you feel relieved when he rejected you? Your mind turned to Jungkook, and no matter how hard you tried you couldn't stop the memories of him appearing in your head. Somewhere in your confused state, the cafe materialised and then you pieced it all together. You didn’t have a crush on Yuta. He was just something to distract you from Jungkook. Something realistic and not so far fetched, but when your friend told you he loved you, you felt that Jungkook was the realistic thing. That maybe that was a part of your life that you could be happy with.

You locked the door behind you and took off towards the direction of Jungkook’s house. The steps of your running feet echoed through the semi empty streets as you drew closer and closer. The grey door offered you comfort as you knocked. It opened to a confused Jungkook. “_______?” “It wasn’t Yuta,” you said in between breaths. “It never was. It was a fantasy that grew in my head to block the real thing. You.” “You’re not making any sense.” You took a deep breath and kissed him. Happily, he kissed you back, knowing that you reciprocate his feelings. “I understand now,” he smiled. “I’m glad you do.” The two of you stood in the doorway just hugging and whispering confessions in each other’s ear. “I need to go do something, but I’ll come back tomorrow, okay?” “Okay.” Jungkook gave you one last kiss and watched you walk away. He didn’t notice you take a left instead of a right at the end of the block towards your new destination. One that will have a big effect on your life and maybe even better it.

The door of the café jingled as you walked in. “I’m sorry, we’re closed.” The girl looked up at you and smiled. “Oh, our boss told us about you. Follow me.” You followed her to the back where the old woman waited. “I hoped you’d come. Are you here for an interview?” “Yes, ma’am.” She nodded and proceeded to ask random questions for a few minutes. “You’re hired! Give me a second to get your uniform.” The old woman stood up and opened the door. “Areum! Please bring me a uniform for our new employee.” You heard a ‘Yes, Ma’am’ and the girl grabbed a uniform, bringing it to you. “Here you go. Let’s make sure it fits before you leave.” Areum showed you to the bathroom and you tried it on. To your surprise, it fit you perfectly. “It fits,” you said to her. “I knew it would. My fashion major never fails me.” You thanked her and the boss and went home with your schedule in hand.

The next day, you got into your car and headed to your new job at the cafe. “There you are!” The old woman sauntered over towards you. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to get changed in the back.” “I don’t mind. Please go see Yuna for your headband before we open up.” You nodded and went to go change. As told to do, you went to find Yuna. With the help of Sora and Areum, you found her. “Here for your headband?” Yuna asked. “Yes I am,” you say while nodding. She handed you teddy bear ears and you sighed, putting them on. “You can put your clothes and stuff in this locker.” You thanked her and checked your phone one last time to see Jimin saying he was taking Jungkook to the cafe and that you weren’t invited because you were a “Debby Downer”. You laughed at the irony and put the phone away before heading out to start seating and serving. “Sora!” “Yes?” She turned towards you smiling. “You remember the guy I was with when I came here before?” Sora nodded. “Can you seat him in my section?” “Sure thing!”

You headed off to start serving the other tables in your sections, working gracefully thanks to your many cousins that used to live with you. Then you heard the bell chime again and Jimin’s cute laugh you tease him about. “Right this way please.” They followed her to your section and sat down in their seat. “Check out the legs on that one,” you heard Jimin whisper. In the corner of your eye, you saw Jimin point at your legs from behind and Jungkook looked awkwardly. You moved to the other person who needed a quick refill before coming up behind Jimin. “If you ever comment on my legs again sir, we will have a problem,” you spoke in your most passive aggressive customer service voice. “_-___?” He stuttered out. Jungkook’s eyes widened as he realised it was you. “What can I get you handsome guys today?” You recited from memory what was to be said. Handsome guys and beautiful ladies. “I’ll have a sprite,” Jimin spoke, not taking his eyes off of you.

“I’ll have a water please.” You jotted down their drinks and recited the well known ‘I’ll be back’ before prepping their drinks. Once you returned, you grabbed your order pad and asked their order. “I would like the number two with onion rings instead of fries.” You nodded and turned towards Jungkook. “And you?” “I’d like the number four with a side of you for desert.” Jimin laughed but you didn’t find it that humorous as you were now blushing and glaring at Jungkook. “Stop glaring, princess. I know you want me.” A small scoff came from your lips. “Shut up.” “You know I’m right,” he said cockily. “I’ll put your order in now,” you hissed through gritted teeth. As you were walking away, you heard the small conversation Jimin and Jungkook had. “Are you guys dating?” “I hope so. They kissed me yesterday and said that they liked me.” You could feel the smile Jimin was giving Jungkook. “Congrats man! I know you’ve been chasing after them and getting friendzoned for a while now.” “I think my heart combusted when they kissed me.” You giggled at his cheesiness and gave the order to the chef.

Your shift went by quickly and you found it was fun. Jimin left a twenty dollar tip while Jungkook wrote a little note on the napkin. Meet me at the gym when you get off of work. You smiled and tucked it into your pocket while throwing the other inappropriate notes in the trash. It felt weird putting your sweatpants back on since the past ten hours were spent wearing a fluffy skirt. The walk to the gym was short and you embraced the squeaky door happily because behind it was Jungkook. He was punching at the punching bag hanging from the steel beam. Sweat dripped from his hair and onto his shirt sticking to his skin. When he saw you, he stopped his attack and gave you a bunny smile before reaching out to hug you. You on the other hand, ducked under his hug not wanting to get all sweaty. “Nope. Not doing it.” He pouted. “Can I at least have a kiss?” “Fine.” Jungkook moved closer to give you a kiss but pulled you into a hug and pecked your lips. “JEON!” You screeched as you felt the sweat drip onto you. “I have a clean shirt in my bag,” he said as he released you and threw you his extra shirt. “How am I supposed to change now?” “Bathrooms.”

You came out in the new shirt and a washed face. “I hate you.” “No you don’t,” he chuckled. “You’re right.” Jungkook resumed his workout while you watched in amazement. “So, I overheard you today.” “What do you mean?” The conversation from the cafe replayed in your head. “Is it true that your heart almost “combusted” when I kissed you?” He stopped for a minute. “Yeah, it did.” A small coo left your lips. “Awww, so cute!” Jungkook smiled and grabbed his towel, wiping away his sweat. “Let’s go to yours?” He suggested. “Sure.” The two of you walked home, hand in hand, talking and laughing. Once inside the apartment you forced him to take a shower to clean up. He washed up quickly to be able to spend more time with you, but you jumped in the shower. You came back to Jungkook staring off into space, muttering angrily. “Why are you angry?” “Because I’m trying to find ways to love you more,” Jungkook replied. You raised an eyebrow, feeling confused, but you sat down and began to brush out his hair. “You deserve all the love in the world and I’m trying to think of different ways to show you.”

“You’re silly, Jungkook.” You ruffled his almost dry hair and kissed his head. “You treat me like the baby when I’m older than you.” “You enjoy it though.” He huffed and crossed his arms. “Stop making valid points.” “How about no,” you yawned out. “Are you tired?” “Of course I am. It’s almost 10.” His head turned toward the clock. “Let’s go to sleep.” He laid down on the other side of your bed and allowed you to cuddle up to him. “Thank you for taking me back even after I rejected you,” you apologized. “My grandma used to tell me that if you love someone, you can either wait or move on but your decisions will affect you, so choose wisely. I chose to wait, not that it took you long to come back to me.” “I suppressed those feelings because I felt that you were out of my league.” Jungkook laughed. “You're not out of my league, I’m out of yours.” “Lies. It’s all lies.” You looked up and kissed him one last time before falling asleep. A few hours later, smiling cheesily, he fell asleep with you in his arms.

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[thepancakeboi]

124. “You seem like a friendly face, mind if I sit with you?”

When I had walked into one of the many cafes in Shibuya for lunch, I had not expected the visit to be anything noteworthy. I was going to get something quick to eat and leave just as quickly. That is until I looked around the place. It’s never been a very crowded cafe, even at its busiest. It’s one of the hidden little gems Ann had shown me a few months ago that I’ve started frequenting somewhat regularly. But, at one of the tables closest to me, I see Ann herself sitting with someone. The other person, probably a friend of Ann’s, is unfamiliar to me. I decide to approach them, greeting them as I say, “Hello, Ann.”

Ann’s face lights up as she replies, “Oh, hey Goro!”

It’s days like these when I’m glad I have her as a friend. She was the first of Ren’s friends to accept me for who I am. Once she found out that I did, in fact, have a sweet tooth despite saying otherwise, she constantly dragged me with her to have whatever dessert she fancied that day. I’ve grown to genuinely enjoy her company. Even if I already know the answer, I ask, “What are you doing here?”

“We’re gonna get some cake! Can you believe she hasn’t had the cake here? If I had known you weren’t busy, I would’ve asked you to come too!”

“That’s all right.” I turn my head to look at the person Ann’s with. She has short black hair that fluffs out a bit. The rest of her face is obscured, her head turned as if to avoid making eye contact with me. Compared to Ann’s vibrant outfit, this girl’s is much more subdued. Even so, her long-sleeved gray top that exposes her shoulders and the black skirt seem to suit her, for some reason. I wonder why I haven’t met this girl until now. I look back to Ann as I remark, “I don’t think you’ve introduced me to your friend. What’s her name?”

“Ah! The name. Um...it’s Akira! Akira Kurusu.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet, Kurusu-san. You seem like a friendly face, mind if I sit with you?” The girl only shakes her head in response, not even looking up at me. Her reticent attitude gives me pause. I didn’t mean to offend her. “My apologies. Did I say something wrong?”

“No no! Sit down,” Ann says reassuringly. I sit down in a chair between the two girls as Ann stammers, trying to explain Akira’s behavior. “Uh, it’s just...that...she...she’s a huge fan of yours! Yeah. And we didn’t think we’d be seeing you.” She laughs awkwardly as she finishes, twirling a lock of hair in her fingers.

“Oh? I’m honored,” I reply, pulling out my typical TV-perfect smile that’s as fake as the personality it belongs to. Even if Ann knows that I’m very much unlike my detective prince facade, Akira likely doesn’t know that. I figure it’s best to keep up that pretense around her. “Most people seemed to forget my name after the Phantom Thieves incident ended. So, how do you two know each other?”

“I, uh, met her at one of my photoshoots! She’s wanted to be a model for a loooong time.”

“A model? I’m certain you’ll do well in the industry. You have the looks befitting a model.” Akira still doesn’t look at me, her gaze glued to her hands in her lap. Her nails are painted black, and I think I can see her blushing? Or perhaps it’s makeup. Either is possible, all things considered. She is rather flat-chested for a model, but there is nothing wrong with th-okay, why am I even noticing this? I really hope she didn’t catch me looking. After a few seconds of silence, I turn to Ann, who didn’t seem to notice my earlier gaze. My voice is hushed as I gently ask, “Are you sure she’s okay?”

“Yeah, she’s fine. She’s really shy at first.” Ann doesn’t seem too surprised at her friend’s behavior. Maybe it’s normal for Akira. Ann seems to remember something as she quickly adds, “But she does talk about you a lot!”

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm! I don’t think she’d be able to stop talking about you. She goes on and on about how great you are.”

The laugh I give, while mostly fake, is a somewhat genuine one. “Surely, you exaggerate.”

“Nope. We went to get crepes, and once she found out you were my friend, she talked about you the whole time.”

“I see. Well, a friend of Ann’s is a friend of mine,” I say, looking over at Akira. She’s still staring at her hands as she fiddles nervously with the chain attached to her skirt. Hold on, why am I still noticing these little details? That thought gets shoved aside. Right now, I need to find out what exactly is making Akira act so quiet around me. Is she perhaps intimidated due to my former popularity? If that’s what the problem is, I need to try and get her to open up to me somehow, get her to see that I’m not as unapproachable as she thinks. Well, not unapproachable due to being the detective prince, that is. I doubt someone like her would be comfortable around my true self. “It’s all right. You don’t have to be shy around me. You and Ann are probably much more popular than me.”

“Oh, don’t say that! You’re the second detective prince. Even she knew about you after being in Tokyo for only a couple of months.”

“You’re not from here?” Akira shakes her head, starting to play with the chain hanging off her black choker. I can’t see much of her face, but I think I see a smile starting to form. At least she seems to be more at ease, even if she hasn’t said a word thus far. “Are you enjoying Tokyo so far?” A nod this time. “How long have you lived here? Or are you just visiting?”

“She’s been here for about two years now,” Ann says for Akira. “Likes it so much better than home.”

“In that case, perhaps I know the area where you’re living? I’ve been to a lot of places in Tokyo.” As I finish my comment, Akira’s chest starts to heave. Is she...laughing? What a strange girl. It’s clear she’s trying to hold her laughter in as if she doesn’t want anyone to hear it. I don’t understand. What’s so funny about what I just said? “Kurusu-san? Are you all right?”

Akira finally looks up at me with brilliant gray eyes accentuated by a lot of makeup: eyeliner, pink eyeshadow, and even a little black heart under her left eye. Her gaze is sharp, and it feels like she’s staring right into my soul. It almost reminds me of- Wait a minute. I get a closer look at the person sitting next to me. I recognize those eyes. My own eyes narrow instantly as I drop the detective prince act entirely.

“You.”

“Akira” gives me a lopsided smile, their identity finally revealed to me. I know exactly who this person is. “Hi, Akeppi~” the “girl” who is none other than my boyfriend, Ren Amamiya, says before quickly kissing me. His lips, I notice, are covered with lipstick, and the blush I had noticed earlier was indeed a lot of makeup. Now that I know exactly who this is, I understand why I was so drawn to the mysterious person next to me. I allow myself to notice that he’s wearing black thigh highs over fishnet tights. Well, I suppose this being Ren explains the flat-chestedness observation from earlier. “Are you enjoying yourself, staring at me?”

My eyes dart up upon hearing his question, seeing the devious look in his eyes. Damn it, did he notice earlier then...? I groan, “Shut up. Just...explain. Now.”

“We didn’t mean to trick you!” Ann says, trying not to giggle now that the charade is done. “I just wanted to see if Ren could pass off as a girl, and he let me dress him up.”

“It must’ve worked if even Akeppi didn’t notice,” Ren says as he scoots his chair closer so that he can hug me. So much for that reserved personality from before. “You should’ve seen the look on your face when you realized it was me.”

“You are a menace,” I snap, trying to pry his arms off of me with no success.

“Yup! But I’m your menace.”

“Damn you both.”

Ann and Ren both laugh at that. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had been trying to hold it in during the entire conversation. How they made it so long without laughing, I have no idea. Despite how annoyed I am that I fell for their spur-of-the-moment prank, I can’t help but join in, chuckling under my breath. Their laughter is infectious. Well, at least they’re enjoying themselves.

“This was fun, Ann,” Ren comments after he’s had his fill of laughing at my expense. “We should do this again.”

“For sure!” she replies. “We could try another style and see how it looks.”

“Wait, I have an idea. You should do Akeppi next time,” Ren suggests, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh, that would be amazing!” Ann immediately looks at me, her excitement at the prospect all too obvious. “Can I? Please?”

“Not a chance,” I snap, refusing to entertain this latest scheme of theirs. “Ren may have agreed to it, but I’m not Ren.”

“Come on, please?” Ann looks at me, doe-eyed, pleading with me to allow her request. “At least let me do your hair and paint your nails.”

“Fine,” I groan. I can put up with that much, I suppose. They both grin simultaneously, sharing a quick glance. Something tells me I should be concerned about what they’re plotting, but I can deal with that later. “So, are you both actually planning on having cake, or was that as much a lie as Ren being a girl named Akira Kurusu?”

“Oh, yeah! That was true. Do you want some too, Goro?”

“I don’t think I’ll have much of a choice, considering someone probably won’t let go of me.” I pointedly look at Ren as I say this, who is still hugging me, might I add.

“No~” he hums as he tightens his hold, confirming that much for me.

“Well, in that case, I suppose I’ll have some cake. If it’s as delicious as it was last time, then I look forward to it.”

We talk for a while longer while eating cake, Ann having more than enough pieces for the both of us. How she can eat so many sweets with no problem, I have no idea. Eventually, we part ways with Ann, Ren holding onto me the entire way home like a cute, clingy girlfriend head-over-heels in love with me. That is a mental image I never thought I would apply to my own life. I can’t help but affectionately ruffle Ren’s hair, the action earning me a jubilant grin. I truly am blessed to have both Ren and Ann in my life.

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#akeppi writes #p5 #persona 5 #p5r #persona 5 royal #goro akechi #akechi #ren amamiya #akira kurusu #ann takamaki #akeshu #shuake #writing prompt #I HAVE CREATED SEROTONIN #happy april fools day everyone

[raleighcarrera]

strategy

ride or die | colt kaneko x mc (ellie wheeler)

instead of trying to get a few hours of sleep after they get home from the rave in chapter 10, ellie and colt stay up all night. for @choicescocappreciationweek day 7 (ride or die)

~2.9k words | M (18+)

she was probably playing with fire. that much seemed pretty obvious, to both her and everyone else in the crew, ellie was sure. after all, ximena had called her out pretty blatantly at the club, and if she noticed the way colt stuck to her side like glue after their dance then everyone else probably had, too. 

but there was no way anyone could know about the two kisses they’d shared. those were just for her. 

despite the fact that it was dawn outside when they stumbled back to the shop, she was still bleary-eyed when they went inside, her jaw cracking with a wide yawn. the reminder that it was technically already monday was deeply unsettling and disappointing, to say the least. as everyone else slowly dispersed to go to bed, she waved logan off with a hand. “go ahead. i’m just going to stay up at this point or i’ll be a wreck -- or worse, sleep through my alarm.”

the break room would be empty, and with everyone asleep, it’d probably be pretty quiet. maybe she could sneak in a few hours of studying.

except that when everyone cleared out, colt was still standing there with her.

“aren’t you going to bed?” she questioned, surprised. 

he shrugged, very obviously trying to appear nonchalant. if she were anybody else, he might’ve succeeded. “nah. i’m not tired. a job like that always fills me with adrenaline.” his eyes slid slowly down her body, and ellie remembered what she was wearing all at once. her cheeks flushed. “the way you were dancing didn’t help much, either.”

“i didn’t hear you complaining.” she would have to remember to get changed before school, though, once logan was awake. he’d probably just fallen asleep, and if she went up to the loft now, she was likely to disturb him. of course that -- and not the way colt couldn’t seem to stop looking at her -- was the reason she didn’t move. 

colt had his hands in his pockets, and his posture, combined with the grin he sent her way, made him look boyishly adorable under the fluorescent lights of the garage. “probably ‘cause i don’t have any complaints,” he said. there was a pause, and then he offered, “i could stay up with you, if you want.”

her teeth dug into her bottom lip as she considered it. it probably wasn’t a good idea. she was definitely playing with fire, if she agreed. after so much overt affection sent his way today, the smart thing to do would be to put some distance between them, so that everyone else wouldn’t catch on to the way she felt -- so that the way she’d invited him onto the dance floor and indulged his little touches and sideways looks would eventually fade in everyone else’s memory.

but everyone else was asleep. so no one needed to know.

“that would be cool,” she smiled, following him to the break room. she dropped down onto the couch with a sigh. “you’re gonna have to help me stay up. i’m exhausted.”

“we could play a game,” he suggested, sitting down next to her and cutting a careful glance her way. colt still seemed to be pointedly avoiding looking at her too closely, but then his expression shifted into that irritating smirk he wore so well. “spin the bottle?”

ellie laughed. “why would we play spin the bottle with only two people?”

his shoulders rolled easily. “so we could make out.”

her face felt hot. somehow the way he flirted with her felt very different than the way anyone else did. “you don’t need an excuse to kiss me,” she said quietly, because it was true.

out of the corner of her eye, she saw his smirk widen dangerously. “then let’s make out.”

“someone could walk in.” that was definitely true. and would probably take ‘playing with fire’ up a notch, to ‘gambling with fire’ or even ‘juggling flaming torches.’ 

ellie’s eyes were drawn to where his fingers were tapping on his knee, over the fabric of his jeans. she thought back to what he’d said at the rave, about logan seeing them dancing. part of him wanted that -- maybe even a large part of him.

maybe part of her wanted someone to walk in, too. 

even though it wasn’t a ‘no,’ colt still sighed and said, “okay. how about ‘never have i ever?’”

she laughed. “are you sure? it’s going to be really easy to beat you at that.”

they each turned their heads on the couch at the same time, so that their eyes met in the short distance between them. ellie very nearly felt her breath catch as she noted the intensity in his gaze. there weren’t words for the way he was staring at her. 

“maybe,” he murmured, his voice low, “but it’s worth learning some of your secrets.” 

his uncharacteristic seriousness had her falling quiet, too. every time she thought she understood him, colt somehow managed to throw her for a loop without even trying. she was slowly starting to realize that there was more to him than she’d thought, making what was happening between them more than just complicated or unwise. 

it was a problem. because the way she felt...

ellie softly cleared her throat. “well, if you’re sure.” she swallowed, shifting on the couch to face him. her legs folded under herself like a pretzel and she pulled her shoulders back, holding up ten fingers. after a moment, colt mirrored her posture. “you go first.”

“okay.” his expression shifted into a familiar look of smugness. “never have i ever wore a thong.”

she rolled her eyes at him. “cheap shot.” the index finger on her right hand folded down. a beat of silence passed between them as colt seemed to consider the small shorts she was wearing and the fishnet stockings beneath them. ellie could feel her face flush again. “never have i ever... driven a motorcycle,” she rushed to say.

“if we keep playing like this, we’ll be done pretty soon.” his index finger folded down, too. one side of his mouth lifted in a lopsided smile. “never have i ever had sex outside.”

she didn’t move. thank god he’d used a qualifier -- she could skirt the topic of her virginity for at least a little longer, though the way his eyebrows arched at her made her embarrassment worsen. 

“i should’ve known,” colt hummed, “you’re such a goody two-shoes. i bet you’ve only ever done it in bed, in missionary, with the lights off.”

ellie glared at him. “that’s not true,” she insisted. technically, it wasn’t.

"sure.” the look on his face left her itching to tell him the truth, just to shut him up. she bet it’d be a nasty shock to learn that logan had been her first kiss. after a moment of watching her seethe, he reminded her, “it’s your turn.”

she stared back at him blithely. “never have i ever used sarcasm as a defense mechanism.”

the laugh he gave was probably too loud for how late it was. colt obligingly folded his thumb in, but pointed his other hand at her accusingly. “you’d better put that down right now. you’re right behind me and mona on the most sarcastic list.”

well... he had a point. “it’s not a defense mechanism, though. i’m just giving you back what you give me.”

“oh, i’ll remember that,” he promised, his eyes locked on hers in a way that left ellie biting back a shiver. “never have i ever been in the running for valedictorian.”

“never have i ever dropped out of college.”

colt laughed. “you’re such a brat.” he looked almost fond, his lips quirked up into a little grin. ellie smiled helplessly back at him. 

whether it was the quiet of the shop or the fact that they’d been out all night or how admirably she’d performed at the job, she was feeling pretty bold. “you like it,” she needled, because she was pretty sure he did, even if he’d told her just a few short hours ago that he didn’t actually like anyone.

colt shook his head, but he didn’t argue. despite his obvious efforts, ellie could see the corners of his mouth twitching. “okay,” he huffed, narrowing his eyes at her. “never have i ever kissed logan.”

ellie rolled her eyes at him, her pinky the last finger held aloft on her right hand. she felt... strange, about having been called out by colt -- like she’d done something wrong, somehow, by kissing logan before she’d ever known him, which was ridiculous but unsettling all the same. as thrilling as it was to know he was jealous -- that he wanted her -- she didn’t want to make him mad. or insecure. if he was even capable of feeling that way.

without thinking too much about it, she said, “never have i ever had a dirty thought about someone in this room.” then, she deliberately dropped her pinky down, clenching her hand into a fist. ellie held his gaze the whole time she spoke.

the silence stretched between them, heavy with tension. she felt unbelievably proud of herself, sitting there and watching a look of surprise start to take over his face. finally, she’d found a way to shut him up. 

colt’s mouth worked for a moment as he doubtlessly tried to find something smart to say. then, he rolled his eyes at her. “you’re ridiculous,” he settled on simply, before he leaned in and kissed her, crowding her against the arm of the sofa.

ellie wound her arms around his neck, sighing into his mouth as he pressed in against her. colt’s hands immediately found the stretch of bare skin beneath the cropped hem of her shirt and the low rise of her shorts, gripping her waist tightly before very deliberately pressing their hips together. he took advantage of her parted lips to deepen their kiss forcefully, his mouth firm and insistent against hers. his kiss was hot and desperate, a perfectly satisfying resolution to the way his lips had brushed the shell of her ear when he’d breathed been waiting to get you to myself all day while they’d been dancing. 

something that felt like it’d been coiled tightly within her all day was slowly starting to unwind, making her melt against him. she’d been waiting for this, too.

one of his hands slid over the side of her shorts and down to her thigh, the rough pads of his fingers catching in each loop of the fishnets she wore until he stopped them in their path and hitched her leg around his waist. ellie tugged at the collar of his shirt as he pushed in closer still, neatly slotting his hips into the space he’d created for himself and nudging in until she could feel him, even through the layers of fabric that kept them separated.

she gasped, pushing him away to catch her breath. colt tipped their foreheads together and stared at her silently, though she was starting to be able to read him well enough to locate the hint of a question in his eyes. “colt,” she murmured, fortified by the way the sound of his name made his eyes slip shut again, “i...”

“i know.” she watched him clench his jaw. “it’s complicated, right?”

“that’s not what i was going to say.” though her other points seemed unimportant, now that she could see the tension he carried in his face from up close. she lifted one hand to his cheek, waiting until he opened his eyes again to smile. “you know... you’re a really good kisser.”

that seemed to bring him back to himself. colt smirked at her. “i know.” his eyes dropped back to her lips. “you’re not so bad yourself.”

“really?” her expression twisted into one of disbelief. “you’re only the second person i’ve ever kissed.”

ellie froze as he pulled away, pushing himself back with the hand he had on the couch. “seriously?”

“um,” she started awkwardly, feeling her face flame red, “well --”

“now that’s a crime.” colt shook his head. “you’re so goddamn gorgeous. you should be kissed every day.”

she blinked. before she could say another word, he leaned in and caught her lips again, moving closer until they were back to being pressed together. she could still feel every inch of him against her, but she wasn’t as nervous as she’d been just a moment ago. 

he was pretty good at that, ellie realized abruptly, her mouth moving against his seemingly entirely on instinct. colt set her at ease in a way no one else she knew could seem to replicate. even her closest friends were hard to connect with lately, but colt seemed to trigger something within her that she didn’t have to force; he could get her to open up and be honest with just a look.

she really liked the person she was when she was with him. she liked having a role that fit so neatly into his life. his driver. there was something equally thrilling and alluring about the thought of the both of them putting plans together, side-by-side. 

colt’s hands wandered along her body, but he didn’t push her for more than she was comfortable with. ellie relaxed against the sofa as he lazily continued to kiss her, the occasional roll of his hips against hers starting to feel welcoming and bizarrely hot rather than the frightening uncharted territory it’d seemed to be before. emboldened by his obvious reaction to kissing her, she tentatively rocked her hips forward, too.

colt made a noise into her mouth that tripped a shiver down her spine in response. ellie bit down gently on his bottom lip and he pressed forward harder, breaking their mouths apart only to trail kisses over her jaw and down her neck instead. he caught the way her breath hitched when his lips slid over a particularly sensitive spot on her throat, and she groaned as his mouth stayed fixated there, working a mark into her skin.

her head swam with desire, making her feel dizzy. there was an ache between her legs that she could only recall feeling a few times before -- something she’d never had the guts to act on but now suddenly wanted desperately. 

when she used the hand she had cupping his cheek to pull his face away from hers, colt’s eyes were wide and dark. the wet line of his red mouth made her wonder what she must look like, to him, especially since she could feel the way her lips were swollen from kissing, tender and sore where his teeth had dug in. “colt, i --”

her phone went off in her pocket, blaring her alarm. ellie groaned as she struggled to pull it out, immediately slamming her thumb on the ‘snooze.’ it’d finally dawned seven o’clock in the morning, the time she’d usually need to get up and start getting ready to go to school. 

ellie sighed. “i have to go upstairs and get changed.”

he scoffed, snapping the waistband of mona’s fishnets against her skin. “what, you’re not going in this? you’d give those honor roll dorks a stroke.”

she laughed despite herself, pushing his hands away. “shut up.”

“you shut up.” before she could argue further, he leaned in and kissed her again. ellie sighed, winding her arms back around his neck.

in what felt like the blink of an eye, the time between snoozes had passed. her phone lit up between them, its alarm blaring again.

“colt,” she murmured between kisses, close enough that her lips brushed his with every syllable, “i’m going to be late.”

“who cares,” he returned, in an answering low tone of voice that sounded incredibly tempting, from where she was sitting, “just be late.”

“i can’t just --”

someone cleared their throat from the doorway. she couldn’t see who it was with colt spread out on top of her, but she shoved him away nonetheless, scrambling to sit up as she dragged the back of her hand over her mouth guiltily.

colt sighed heavily as he rolled to stand, pushing up off the couch. when he moved out of the way, she saw that it was only mona, and relaxed. mona eyed the both of them blankly. “logan’s awake.”

crap. ellie stood, too, shifting around on her feet, cutting her eyes first to colt, then to mona and back again. “i’m going to go get dressed,” she said awkwardly, rushing up the stairs toward the loft as quickly as possible. 

this was such a mess. she knew she couldn’t avoid addressing it forever -- sooner or later, she’d have to talk to logan. she’d have to tell him everything.

at least we don’t have to talk about it today, ellie said to herself, feeling relieved. she was too exhausted for that conversation. 

she brushed her teeth and slipped into the familiar comfort of her langston sweater, bouncing down the stairs with her backpack. if she didn’t hit any red lights on the way to school she’d probably be right on time. 

except that the sound of fighting drew her attention, and when she stepped into the garage, she saw logan and colt going at it, scrambling to get hits on one another.

so much for not talking about it today, she sighed, setting her backpack down and planting her hands on her hips. exhausted as she was, it looked like she was going to be late -- and not for a reason as pleasant as the one she’d been hoping for. 

#colt kaneko #ride or die #colt kaneko x mc #ellie wheeler #choicescocaw #colt kaneko x ellie wheeler #myfic #long post #will i ever take a break from writing this pairing? no #i have 2 ideas for rodaw that i know are so involved and going to take me a long ass time to write #but am i working on those? also no #literally on my to write list i had 'why would we play spin the bottle with only 2 people? colt x ellie' for 6 weeks #ignoring it for other things and then it randomly caught my attention again and i sat down and wrote this #so i hope u all like it #anyway you know what happens next #in the story #sad :( but also good for those of us who love drama which is me

[papipopsicle]

DOUBLE DARE

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Harrington!Reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Summary: In which Billy isn't 'King Billy fucking Hargrove' after the events at the Byers house, he's remorseful and in so much more pain than anyone ever seems to notice.

Song: Dizzy by Waterparks

Warnings: swearing, symptoms of PTSD

Words: 2.8K

feedback is always appreciated

Hawkins wasn't the kind of place a teen could take angsty strolls, look up at the sky for a while and all their life problems would be solved. Winter lasted until February, and summer started at the end of July, the months between left void of the joy of sun or snow. It was within this time that Y/N and Billy found solace in each other's chaotic existences.

They'd met a couple times before their relationship had a label, once not knowing each other, and the next, knowing too much.

The first was in the bitter winds of a November night. Y/N Harrington was forced to transfer to Hawkins High after fighting with another girl at Lakewood Academy over something nobody knew. She wasn't happy about it, after working her arse off for the last seventeen years of her life, only for the dream to be someone special and someone her parents would be proud of, to be ripped away from her.

Steve never made it any better, it was fine when he'd bring home random girls while their parents were away (which was more often than not), at least then her record player was loud enough to shut out the moans.

But Nancy had to come along and fuck everything up. Y/N was sickened at the idea of her brother dating her childhood best friend. That wasn't even the worst part though, the sick fucker had to go break his heart too.

Having Steve wallow in self pity for a few days was one thing, but hearing him cry himself to sleep days on end was entirely another.

She took her eye off the ball to make sure it was a sound that never met her ears again. And people at Lakewood began to talk, next thing she knew, Y/N was thrown out when Bethany Wyatt somehow fell unconscious and woke up with a black eye and busted lip.

Her older brother was surprisingly comforting, but the house felt all too suffocating, even without their never-to-be-seen parents around. It took six days for her to finally snap- being cooped up in the same four walls, sappy romcoms playing in the background whilst Steve tried to shrink her after getting an 'A' on his latest psychology paper.

"Leave me the fuck alone, for Christ's sake I'm not one of those kids you babysit! Go piss in Declan's cereal." Y/N roared, cartoon steam clouds escaping her ears.

She and Steve weren't close like some siblings, they didn't do hugs or say 'I love you'. They clashed and fought; the older boy thinking he's always right and that he knows everything, only setting off Y/N's explosive anger.

Steve groaned and stormed up the stairs, following his sister to her room, "His name's Dustin- fuck! You're so immature, you know that? Maybe I do need to babysit you, maybe then you'll learn to accept that you're sad about being kicked out of Lakewood, instead of biting my head off like a little bitch."

Y/N looked up at him incredulously, as if he'd just killed six puppies. She got up from her bed and stood right in front of him, pressing her index finger against his chest accusatory, "I'm not sad, dickwad, I'm furious because I defended myself against a bully and I'm the one who gets punished. It's not my fault she learnt to fight with her words and I fight with my fists. It's not my fault I'm like this, Steve!"

He stared at her for a few moments, watching his little sister's entire body move as her breathing became laboured and heavy.

She pushed past her brother and ran downstairs, "If I'm not back before you wake up, the demogorgon attacked me!"

"That's not-." Steve shouted, only to hear the front door slam shut halfway through his sentence, "funny."

It had been three months since Eleven had returned and saved Hawkins for the second time, Y/N knew they were no longer out there. She also knew it would strike a nerve in her brothers damaged soul and in that moment it was exactly what she wanted. The Harrington girl would probably regret it when she arrived back home in the early hours, knock on Steve's door and he'd tell her he was the one out of line and that it was okay. After all, he was the reason behind why she got expelled.

Y/N found herself running towards the school. In her short pleated skirt, fishnets and combat boots, the girl sprinted all the way through the woods until she found a clearing, and began walking on the side of the road. She should've been terrified to be out in the darkness all alone after the sights that had scarred her eyes, but it calmed her disturbed mind. Her problems faded to insignificance at the idea of being attacked by an inter-dimensional monster.

Her anger had dissipated after an hour or two of strolling back up and down, and she finally began to feel at ease in the cool midnight winds. That's when the sound of a turbocharged engine collapsed her serenity. She turned on her heel, letting the asphalt crunch under her foot as she squinted into the oncoming headlights.

Numbness had spread far enough over her body not to care whether the driver was Steve, a total stranger, or maybe even a creature from the upside down ready to kill her. Y/N shrugged it off and continued wandering, moving into the forest clearing so the muscle car didn't hit her if the driver wasn't paying enough attention.

Her steps became hurried as she heard the engine quieten, gaze kept forwards until the car picked up enough speed to pass her then completely stop. The air in her lungs felt trapped, feet planted to the broken up edge of the road.

"Hey!" A young yet deep male voice called, a mop of gentle dirty blonde curls appearing over the roof as the sound of the metal door opening and shutting cut away at the silence Y/N found herself stuck in. She didn't dare to move, eyes wide in a hazy mix of fear and intrigue.

He began moving around the car, closer to her frozen figure and stopping at what he deemed a safe distance. Billy looked her up and down, not in his usual 'I wanna fuck you' way towards the opposite sex; he checked over every inch of her exposed skin to make sure there were no signs of injury. When he finally met her eyes, he was stunned. They were the colour of milk chocolate edged with a deep forest-green. The two colors seemed to swirl together like moss creeping over rich soil.

Beautiful, he thought, not noticing the deep violet bags which sat beneath them. Y/N hated her eyes for them, yet they hadn't crossed his mind.

"Are you okay, Bambi?" Billy asked cautiously, taking a small step closer to her. His voice felt soft like a warm hug, yet she knew how it could easily be laced with venom. She'd seen his type before, knew how they could act so smooth then at the flick a switch be encased by rage if the word 'no' was introduced to them. She'd dated that type, been manipulated by their silver tongue and soft touch.

"I'm fine." Y/N's voice found the courage to speak, her body pushing past his and continuing its disassociated roam down the empty road ahead. She didn't feel like speaking to anyone, didn't feel like doing anything. Her mind was a wormhole of desolation and all she wanted was some peace away from home life and school life.

"If you want me to get in my car and carry on, I can. But, chances are you're feeling alone and don't-" Billy tried his best to do what he thought was right, he didn't have to stop when he saw her shivering figure at the side of the empty road. Hell, he probably shouldn't have.

"What you do doesn't really affect me, kid." Y/N snarled with no enthusiasm, her words falling hollow and getting lost in the wind.

The girl noticed he didn't speak after that, yet she hadn't heard the distinct sound of a car door opening and shutting either. She turned her head a fraction, not wanting to give him the attention he seemingly so desperately wanted from her but interested to know if she was about to get killed. Y/N rolled her eyes irritably as his taller figure appeared beside her own.

A few minutes passed as they ambled along the never ending barren road side by side without a word exchanged. Y/N felt oddly comfortable, more so than she did in that stupid private school or at home with Steve in constant seldom silence or rage filled bickering.

This silence was pleasant and held no secrets. Mostly due to the fact they were perfect strangers, no lingering expectations to be great or even good. Y/N stole another glance at him through the dark moonlight, his thick shoulder length hair appearing soft in its naturally curly state, and his flawlessly chiselled face hidden by plump cheeks and long eyelashes.

He could've committed some kind of atrocity for all she knew, but is company felt comforting and she wasn't one to judge.

"D'you just plan on following me around all night, then?" Y/N's voice sounded much more mellowed and velvety, her heartbeat no longer erratic in her ears allowing her mind some peace.

Billy sighed and rubbed a hand across his face before stuffing both into the pockets of his denim jacket to find some kind of warmth, "Haven't exactly planned that far ahead, gotta be honest with you. I don't know, I just needed to clear my head, and it seemed like you were doing the same."

"You could say that." Y/N scoffed, her numb mind somehow still managing to make her legs move forwards without stumbling. The biting cold air pricked at her paled skin, but she enjoyed the feeling. It was better than feeling nothing at all. "Fucked up shit happens a lot considering nothing happens around here."

"Did someone hurt you?" The words filled with unease tumbled from his mouth before he had the chance to catch them. Billy couldn't tell himself why he cared, why he was still walking along side this stranger in the dead of night on a Tuesday. Wednesday, now. But after the events at Mrs Byers' house, he had realised he'd become the monster he feared most- his father. If there was anything he could do to stop that, it was all he had done for the past three months.

Y/N smiled at her own stupid actions coming back to the forefront of her memories. She shook her head, still smiling, "That's too complicated to answer right now. Unfortunately, I managed to fuck things up pretty bad all on my own this time."

"I'm listening." Billy's eyes wandered across the unending tree border as he let the girl gather her thoughts and decide whether to indulge him or not.

She did.

"A couple weeks ago I overheard some skanks from my school trash talking my family; you see my brother slept with this girl named Rosie once ages ago so she put herself on a pedestal and thinks her words are gospel now. She was joking with her friends about how we're basically orphans. And then, this is the real kicker, she made up a rumour saying I'd got crabs from sleeping with the gym teacher. Which is hilarious because I'm a virgin still. So, I confronted her, she denied it, and I may or may not have blacked out and beat the living daylights out of her. Last week the dean decided to kick me out, so as of next Monday I'll be back at the shit show they call Hawkins High."

It felt easy to spill her thoughts to this oddly handsome person she'd never met before. Y/N felt like adding, 'oh and there's supernatural demons running around trying to take you to another dimension and kill you, but don't worry, our telekinetic friend saved us. Twice.' But she liked him enough in that moment not to want to scare him away.

"I would've hit her, too." Billy chuckled dryly, realising this girl was stronger than she seemed. His voice picked up after a beat of silence, "Billy, by the way."

"Y/N." She smiled her first warm, genuine smile for a rather long time, and it felt strange and satisfying all at once. Silence fell upon them once again after that, not feeling unpleasant in the slightest. They walked side by side with no destination in mind, Y/N's body bumping against his every now and again. The fist time was an accident, after that she kept on doing it to see the small smile pull at the corners of his lips from the contact.

Her combat boots halted on the torn up asphalt, kicking up small stones a few feet across the road. Without indication to her newfound friend, she switched direction and began walking back towards the other end of the endless road back towards Hawkins away from Lakewood.

"Alright then." Billy quirked an eyebrow at her odd behaviour as he followed and fell back into aimless step with her.

"Billy," she enjoyed the way his name rolled off her tongue, "could you drive me home?" She looked up at him with hope in her eyes, half feigned half real. Y/N was a shell of a person, broken and cold after what her eyes had witnessed, but she really liked the way her mind felt at ease around this boy with fluffy hair and muscular arms.

"Sure."

They made their way up to the car in silence, time running by much quicker with Y/N's spirits lifted. Billy unlocked his Camaro and the two settled into their seats, the heater almost instantly turned up to the highest setting.

"Where are you from, Billy?" Y/N couldn't help herself but ask, she had a knack for wanted to know everything and managing to know everything one way or another. She enjoyed the ever so slight accent in his voice, certainly not from these parts. His olive skin, probably once a lot more tanned and bright, gave it away too. Nobody here got enough vitamin D to look that pretty.

She told him to take the next turning, filling the space his answer was about to fall into. Y/N noticed the sounds of AC/DC playing quietly, one of her all time favourite songs. Steve would buy their albums and she'd buy Madonna when they visited the mall together, then swap when they got back to his car.

"California, my dad remarried and they both wanted a new start, so we ended up here." Billy answered calmly, voice tinged with anguish. The girl gave him another direction and told him to pull up two houses down from her own.

"If my brother saw someone giving me a lift home I think he'd murder you then me, so for everyone's safety it's best not to let him in on our little secret." Y/N grinned halfheartedly up at Billy, realising Steve wouldn't have gone to sleep yet and it was her fault. He was a real dick sometimes, but she wondered if he was the only person in the world to actually give a shit about her.

"Sounds like a real buzzkill." Billy joked with an unknown lightness to his tone, turning the ignition off and settling his gaze on her devastatingly brilliant eyes again.

Y/N nodded and leant over the centre console, wrapping her arms around Billy's much larger torso, he didn't react for a moment, not entirely sure what was happening, but he eventually returned the hug.

"Thanks for stopping earlier, tonight would've been a lot more lonely if you hadn't." Y/N unclasped her seatbelt and unlocked the door, sending the boy a truly heartfelt smile before they said goodbye to one another. He watched her walk down the road and disappear into her driveway, making sure she was safe before he left.

The Harrington girl quietly entered her house, taking off her rather muddy boots and making her way up to her brother's bedroom. She knocked quietly on his door out of politeness but didn't wait for an answer before opening it.

"Steve-" her voice was remorseful, this is how it always went.

He groaned a little from his work desk, eyes failing to stay open consistently, "I know, I'm sorry." Steve sent her a weak smile, knowing how hurt his little sister was at heart.

"Yeah," she sighed, "me too."

Y/N climbed into bed that night with the scent of Billy's strong cologne still clinging to her too, and it made her feel at ease. She slept well for the first time in a very long time, mind for once not plagued by creatures from another world.

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A Blushing Bet (Natasha/Tony/ Pepper)

This commission is for @enchantingpearlcollector and honestly its just me writing shamelessly about pretty girls. I’m not even sorry. 

Enjoy!

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“Oh hello, my love.” Pepper leaned over the kitchen table and placed a soft kiss on Natasha’s cheek. “How are you today?”

“I’m bored and feeling vicious.” Natasha answered, using the tip of a wicked looking knife to clean under her nails. “So watch out.”

“Yes, well you certainly look vicious.” Pepper plucked the knife from her girlfriends hand and tossed it away with a sigh, dropping into one of the chairs to start rifling through her mail. “Why aren’t you out training with Clint? I thought you were going to mess around on that obstacle course Tony had put in.” 

“Clint’s still pouting because of that slight bump on the head I gave him last week.” Natasha leaned her chair back and plonked her feet on the table. “You know, I think he’s getting whinier the older he gets. Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?”

“To be fair, wasn’t a slight bump.” Pepper corrected. “it was a concussion--

“-- a slight concussion.”

“--and he has every right to be sore at you for it, it was tag-football Tasha, not tackle football.” She tossed Natasha a magazine and went back to opening bills. “What about Steve or Bucky? You couldn’t give those two concussions if you tried and they have no problem kicking your butt if you’re feeling vicious.”

“Steve is teaching an art class and Bucky volunteered to be his model--” Pepper’s jaw dropped and Natasha nodded. “I know, I have a million questions about it too. But they are busy, and Clint’s being a whiner and Tony barricaded himself in his lab to work on something devious--”

“--he’s one bad lab accident from a super villain.” Pepper confirmed, her lips twitching in a smile. “But he’s so gosh darn cute in those big goggles and that ridiculous white coat Bruce makes him wear, it’s almost worth it.”

“Anyway, Tony’s busy so I can’t drag him off for sex and you threatened me with bodily harm if I disturbed you today--”

“I did no such thing!” Pepper protested and when Natasha just looked at her, she protested again-- “I’m busy today, Nat! This is the only free time I have today and you should be glad I’m spending it with you and not our boyfriend because let’s face it, it’s been so long since he’s actually come to bed at a decent hour I’m starting to think he broke up with us and just didn’t say anything.”

“Tony would never break up with us.” Nat said confidently. “He thinks it's too funny to constantly remind Sam that there are exactly two beautiful women in this compound and we both sleep in his bed.”

“Yes, well we are rather beautiful, aren’t we?” Pepper’s cheeks tinted a soft pink and first Natasha smiled over it and then her eyes flew open wide and--

“What if we have a contest!” she cried. “That would take care of my boredom and my viciousness!” 

When Pepper narrowed her eyes suspiciously, Nat hurried to add, “Not like the ultimate hide and go seek one from last month, don’t worry. But what if we had a contest just you and Tony and I?”

“Okay.” Pepper scanned through her last piece of mail. “What sort of contest would this be then? And remember, it can’t be naked. Bucky almost had a heart attack the last time Tony lost a bet and had to cook breakfast in nothing but an apron and a thong. Those sorts of bets are off limits now.”

“No aprons and thongs required for this one.” Nat assured her. “What if-- and hear me out-- what if we see who can make which of the three of us blush the hardest?”

“I think you’re more excited by that prospect than I am.” Pepper said dryly. “Because I’m so pale I blush if my heart rate picks up at all, whereas you walked in on Steve and Bucky watching porn last week and didn’t so much as blink. I think the odds are unfairly skewed in your favor.” 

“In my defense--” Nat held up her hand when Pepper started laughing. “It was some terrible super hero parody porn and no one would ever think that was sexy, much less blush worthy. And second of all--” she raised her voice when Pepper only laughed harder. “-- second of all, what if only you and I knew about the contest?”

“Only you and I?” Pepper repeated. “So what, we’d just be competing to try and make each other blush and Tony would have no idea what’s going on? Where’s the fun in that?”

“The fun--” Natasha emphasized. “Would be when Tony can’t keep his hands off us because I know for a fact he has a complete kink for seeing me do something that makes you blush.”

“Oh he does no--”

“New Years Eve.” Natasha challenged. “You were wearing a silver dress and I used your braid to yank you down so we could kiss and you turned tomato red and Tony--”

“--locked us both in the bedroom all night and then instead of breakfast in bed we had--” Predictably, Pepper turned bright pink. “Oh my. He does have a little bit of a kink for that doesn’t he?”

“So if I’m going to be making you blush all the time, and you’re going to be acting bold and scandalous to make me blush….?” Natasha let the question hang there as Pepper’s eyes widened. “Yep. Could be fun, right?”

“Well then, how do we know who wins?” The discarded mail went into the trash and Pepper dusted off her hands. “If the point is to just get Tony into bed, how do we keep score?”

“Whichever one breaks him first.” Natasha patted her thighs, and Pepper came willingly, folding her tall frame onto the smaller redheads lap. “We’ll judge his reactions based on how red he turns, how much he stammers and whoever does something that gets him to drag us both to bed first, wins.”

“Tasha, I do love when your vicious moods play out and no one gets hurt.” Pepper looked her arms around Natasha’s neck and kissed her square on the lips. “Though I suppose I love you when you’re stabby too.”

“Well I’m glad to hear it.” Natasha grinned and kissed her back. “Game starts tomorrow, okay?”

“Get ready to lose, Romanov.” Pepper threatened playfully, and Natasha retaliated with a -- “Your ass is mine, Potts!”

“What a shame.” Pepper giggled and Natasha blew her a kiss. “Tomorrow then. Be ready.” 

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Most people assumed Tony Stark was full of himself, focused only what he wanted and oblivious to anything or anyone else. He was never anywhere he needed to be on time, he couldn’t be bothered to remember birthdays or important dates, and despite constant assurances to the negative, the press was sure that he was playing both Natasha and Pepper because that’s the only thing that possibly made sense. No way he loved them both, not billionaire playboy Tony Stark. One day the tabloids announced that he was only dating Ms. Potts because she was his boss, the next everyone was sure that Natasha was blackmailing him somehow-- on and on it went.

Of course anyone who knew Tony in the slightest was well aware that he was head over heels for both the always put together Pepper Potts and femme fatale Natasha Romanov. And he never remembered birthdays, but he never forgot anyone’s favorite coffee and ordered the specific sheets that Clint liked and had the sensors in the Tower set to change anytime Bucky was in a room since he still had triggers after his Winter Soldier time. Tony noticed everything and was oblivious to nothing--

--But boy howdy was he caught off guard when Natasha walked into the living room wearing a white crop top that showed off her stomach and little flashes of-- eep! Under bosoms!-- and snake skin pants riding low enough to show her thong, swaggered up to Pepper and brought her in for a long, filthy kiss.

“What--What-- hnnnngh!” Tony gaped at the scene-- his prim proper Pepper palming over Natasha’s rear, the snakeskin pants hanging on for dear life, in immediate peril of exposing much more cheek than the spy had intended. “Natasha! Clothes!”

“Why do you mean, clothes?” Nat asked lazily, wiping a smudge of lipstick off Pepper’s face and smirking when she saw the tell tale streak of red on Pepper’s cheek. “I’m wearing clothes.”

“Not--not many of them!” Tony stammered. “I haven’t heard the term ‘whale tail’ since like, 2002 but good Christ!”

“Calm down, Tony.” Natasha snapped the unbelievably skimpy line of her thong and winked at their boyfriend. “You’ve see me in less.”

“I-- You-- urgh--” Tony kept stammering as Natasha sauntered right back out, and he had no idea why she pulled out a notebook and made a mark in it, just like he had no idea why Pepper cursed and also pulled out a notebook and made a mark in it, but he didn’t really care.

Natasha in snakeskin pants?

Heaven save him.

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Pepper Potts was practically perfect in every way, the best dressed in any room she walked into, somehow stylish in nothing more than a pair of Nat’s cut off shorties and one of Tony’s white button down, and a literal goddess in a floor length gown.

Natasha had seen the woman in everything from pin striped pant suits to fishnet lingerie and anything in between, but she had not seen Pepper in a black skirt just a hint too tight and a hint too short and a blouse unbuttoned just on this side too low.

“Oh fuck me.” Natasha interrupted the briefing when she swore out loud, staring opened mouth at her girlfriend as Pepper sat that adorable ass upon the conference table and crossed long long legs one over the other, showing off the thigh high slit in that damnable black skirt and--

“Ms. Potts!” Tony sounded like he really might be choking to death when he caught sight of the color inked high up on Pepper’s thigh, bright flowers and flowing vines wrapping around her leg and disappearing out of eye sight further beyond the cut to whoo skirt. “Is that-- are you--”

“No fair.” Natasha breathed, face flushing a dull red, green eyes glowing with something altogether wicked, and Pepper simply tossed her hair over her shoulder and handed Tony something else to sign, smiling prettily into his shell shocked expression.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” She cooed when Tony handed her back the file, and with a little more swing in her hips than strictly necessary, Pepper left the room so the briefing could resume.

Not that Steve could remember what the hell he’d been briefing anyone on, and not that Bucky was thinking about anything else but the situation in his jeans and Clint and Sam weren’t doing much better. Tony’s jaw was still somewhere near the vicinity of the floor and Natasha was muttering curses under her breath as she dug out her notebook again and made another mark.

Briefly, Tony wondered which god he’d pleased so much to have not one but two redheads who seemed intent on making him explode, and then he pulled out his phone and texted Thor:

From Iron Man: Hey God of Fertility, you are awesome

From Thor: I AM AWARE

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Natasha had a scar on her abdomen, the result of a bullet that had gone through her and into someone else, and she tended to wear camisoles and shorty shorts to the beach or pool just to avoid stares and the smattering of freckles she accumulated after just a few minutes in the sun.

Pepper freckled too, in the sort of sophisticated way she did everything, so she was one for sun hats and cover ups as she lounged on deck chairs at the poolside cabana and sipped at her no- doubt low fat drink.

But when Tony went out to the pool to swim a few laps, he found not just one but two women in bathing suits that were nothing more than strategically placed bits of cloth held together by a smattering of strings and the occasional buckle.

Pepper in a plunging white monokini that was more like a no-kini and Natasha in what might have passed for a bikini in certain sketchy circles, but was really a collection of sparkles and tassels that somehow stayed put as she chased Pepper around, tackling her girlfriend into the grass and smearing sun tan lotion in a graceless, completely Tony approved way until Pepper had enough and rolled them over a few feet to dunk in the pool.

Then there were screams and giggles and-- “Oh look at that.” Tony gulped. “The suits are just about see through.” -- and playful kisses and greedy hands and-- “Ho-ho-holy shit--” Tony had to suddenly sit down, towel held over his lap when they both bounced jiggled walked out of the pool and dried each other off, teasing and laughing at each other.

“You’re pretty red, my love.” Pepper rubbed a towel through her long hair. “I think I win this round.”

“I dunno, I made you blush hard enough you got spontaneous freckles.” Natasha pointed out, brushing her fingers over Pepper’s collarbone. “I think I win this round.”

“Well to be fair,” Pepper inclined her head towards Tony. “I think we might have broken our boyfriend. There’s no way he’s going to be able to walk for a while, and that towel isn’t hiding as much as he thinks it is, so maybe we call this round a tie.”

“Should we have pity on him and take him to bed?” Natasha reached out and tugged at an errant strap, correcting it before Pepper’s entire top came off, and trying not to laugh when Tony made a high pitched noise behind them.

“No no, the bet was that he has to break and take us to bed.” Pepper adjusted a tassel that wasn’t quite doing it’s job anymore. “So. This one is a tie?”

“I suppose so.” Natasha’s eyes sparked. “But I can take you to bed, right?”

“Ms. Romanov, I think you should.”

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There was nothing heinous nor distracting nor naked -- or any combination of the three-- planned on Thursday morning, so Pepper and Natasha cuddled up together in their fluffiest robes and shared a cup of coffee while reading through the paper and waiting for Tony to come down for breakfast.

“Are we still tied?” Natasha asked absentmindedly, weaving their fingers together, and Pepper hummed a response, adding, “Five to five darling. We’ll have to step it up if Tony is going to break soon. I’ll tell you, I was his assistant for years and never saw a single ounce on impulse control from that man, but all the sudden he’s a picture of restraint. It’s baffling.”

“What’s baffling, beautiful?” Tony made his appearance for the day, swooping down to kiss both of them good morning and getting himself a cup of coffee. “You’re so smart, I can’t imagine there’s anything that really baffles you.”

“No, of course not.” Pepper answered cheekily and Natasha kicked her foot under the table. “How are you this morning, love?”

“Still a genius.” Tony winked and pushed two identical sized boxes towards them. “I got you something.”

“Presents!” Pepper cried and while Natasha wasn’t as outwardly excited, she still snatched her box as fast as she could and tore off the wrapping paper.

“You-- you bought me a gun?” She hefted the handgun in her palm, admiring the weight and feel, the way it fit her fingers perfectly, then turned it over and-- “Why is there sparkly things on my gun, Tony? That’s not the proper place for sparkly things.”

“Sweetheart, this is lovely.” Pepper admired her necklace, the way it shone against the velvet box, the uniquely green stones gleaming in the light. “What design is this, I don’t think I’ve seen it before.”

“This is a journey design.”  Tony touched Pepper’s necklace, then drew a line along the matching design on the grip of Natasha’s gun. “It looks like a river, and represents the journey of life-- where we’ve been, where we are, and where we are going together.”

“Oh.” Pepper turned light pink, her breath hitching. “This is so thoughtful.”

“Nat.” Tony tapped at the stones. “I had these created specifically for you. They are the exact shade of your eyes, lighter here for when you laugh, darker here for when you’re--” he cleared his throat meaningfully, and it was Natasha’s turn to flush. “There is no other gemstone in the world the same color as these ones right here, because there’s no one else in the world like you.”

“And Pepper--” he turned back to the necklace. “These are the same color as your eyes, too, and some of them have white cut through like lightning because when your eyes flash in laughter or anger or anything I--” Pepper bit her lip and Tony grinned. “-- I love it every time. Different from Nat’s in every way, but equally as stunning. It’s one of a kind, just like you.” 

“Christ.” Natasha choked out, red from her collar clear to the tips of her ears and Pepper wasn’t doing much better, her pale skin nearly crimson. “Tony, this is--”

“Tony, I don’t even know what to--” Pepper shook his head. “Why--” 

“And because I know Pepper is way more dangerous than she looks, and Natasha loves pretty things too--” Tony handed them two more boxes, and Pepper laughed when she opened a handgun with her design on the grip, and Natasha sighed happily when she held up a journey stone necklace as well. “Loving you two is a journey I don’t want to ever end.” 

He smecked a kiss onto both their cheeks. “If you two decide you want to spend some time together--” 

“Get you ass upstairs.” Natasha demanded and Pepper echoed-- “And you should be naked when we get there.” 

Tony saluted them teasingly and headed out the door, leaving them to smile and blush, oohing and ahhing over each others gems.

“Are you gonna tell them you knew about the bet?” Steve asked under his breath as Tony passed him in the dining room.

“Nope.” Tony shook his head. “But let’s be honest, I definitely won.”

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You look good in it

After going through the archives, I found this small piece from awhile back, and I remembered that whump!prompts always rule my heart.

Summary - Although Ben looks hot as hell in the get-up, he couldn’t stop the anxiety of being dressed in such a way from taking over. He had been objectified by his body before, so it’s only likely that he will be again.

Pairings - None. Pure friendship.

Word Count- 1342

Looking at himself in the mirror, Ben had to admit that he looked pretty decent in the makeup. The wig was just being put into place, and suddenly he looked like Rogerina’s half-sister. They looked similar enough that you could definitely see a resemblance, but obviously Ben wasn’t going to look exactly like Roger. But still, he looked alright.

The wig was finally secured to his head, and the very formal test of shaking his head showed that it stayed on pretty well, and should last with minimal adjusting for the 8 hours scheduled. Getting up from the chair in the beauty department trailer, Ben cautiously pulled down the obscenely short skirt before grabbing his robe from the hook on the door, shrugging it on and tying it tight at the waist. The robe fell to his knees, covering most of the dark tights, and should protect him from the chilly October winds.

Ben stepped out, his cheap gym pumps hitting the cold tarmac as he quickly made his way from the trailer park to set, ducking his head down from getting any eye contact. It wasn’t that he was ashamed, he was just a bit self-conscious in this get-up. Rami seemed to love showing off his tiny legs, and had great joy in his wig, but even though he wasn’t wearing fake tits and had on fishnet stockings, Ben still felt more exposed. Further up his thigh was a hidden garter belt, which Roger insisted he had to wear although there was no video evidence of it in the video. Not wanting to insult the rock legend, Ben just grabbed the white, lace garter belt offered to him, and had slid in on without outwards protest. But knowing it was there made Ben flush with embarrassment.

“Benjamina!” Gwilym cheered in joy as Ben walked onto set, followed by Joe wolf whistling from the sofa set up in the middle of the room. Both men were already in full costume, not showing nearly as much skin as their castmates. Gwil’s nightdress only showed his arms and a peep of his calphs, but as Gwil often wears t-shirts and slightly too short trousers, Ben didn’t see any different. Joe was sat there, a thick layer of pale makeup and roughly drawn eyebrows on his face. He was even more covered than Gwil, with his granny get-up covering near enough his entire frame, just leaving his face exposed. Even the wig was covered by a hat.

“Alright granny?” Ben flipped off Joe, who was making crude jokes about his getup.

“Show us your legs, Benny-boy!” Joe, looking somewhat petrifying as he stood, started pulling at Ben’s robe. Ben laughed, pulling the robe tighter and attempting to run off. Gwil got in the way, managing to undo the knot. Ben’s hands were the only thing keeping his somewhat dignity in tact, and he held tighter.  

At that point, Rami walked in, and truly staying in character, called them all “darlings” as he made his way on-to set. This managed to get Joe and Gwil’s attention, who now moved onto poking the plastic breast cones attached to Rami’s chest. Seeing his change to escape, Ben got off set and went behind the cameras. One of the assistants stood there waiting, and took the robe from Ben. “Thanks,” he mumbled, once again pulling down the skirt whilst also trying to make sure the horrid yellow and pink tie wasn’t crinkled.

Now he was un-robed, Ben’s anxieties from before came rushing back. He was going to be standing under bright lights, being stared at by expensive cameras, and had to impress the unloving titan of a director, Bryan Singer. So, Ben stayed back, hidden in the shadows as the camera crew did the last needed checks before the actors would be told to get in place and the blocking test could be done one final time. In the precious few minutes Ben had left, he avoided all contact with anyone. Well, at least he attempted too.

The one and only Roger Taylor was on set, and noticed the blond trying to hide behind the refreshments stand. The drummer excused himself from conversation with one of the sound techs, and picked his way through the bustling crew to stand by Ben. “It’s like looking in one of those carnival mirrors”.

Ben grinned tightly, eyes still scanning his surroundings. “It’s just as weird for me as it is for you, mate”.

Roger laughed, but stepped to the side to block Ben from the rest of the room. “It’s alright, son. I felt the same way when we did it,” glancing over his shoulder, he looked at the rest of the cast with a fond smile, “Freddie actually did the same thing,” he gestured as Rami pulled his skirt up even higher to show how the stockings were indeed clipped to his underwear.

“But wasn’t it your idea?” Keeping his voice low, Ben rubbed his sweaty palms over his tight cladded thighs.

“Yeah,” Roger laughed, “but even I wasn’t expecting to be dressed in such a slutty school girl outfit!”

“It’s stupid,” Ben bulldozed over Rogers words, trapped in his own mind, “I’ve appeared naked on stage before, but somehow I feel more exposed when fully clothed”.

“It’s because societies standards are fucked up, and tell men that dressing up and putting on makeup is wrong.” Ben glanced up and could hear the venom dripping from Roger’s tongue. “If Freddie taught you anything,” Roger continued, taking a deep breath as not to sound as if he was scoulding. He saw Ben as one of his kids (although  he would never admit it, thank you Brian) and didn’t want the poor lad to feel anxious and scared for just having a skirt on, “you should know that as long as your true to yourself, fuck everyone else”.

Ben felt the words sink deep and undo a bit of the anxiety coiled around his heart. Looking down, Ben could still see his fear, but he could also feel Freddies presence wrapping him in a hug. “Thanks, Rog. Means a lot”.

“No problem boy,” Roger could see Ben standing that bit straighter, and although still panicked, his eyes seemed more focused and in the moment. “Now go out there and shake your arse”. And with a quick pat on the shoulder, Roger turned and disappeared back in the crew.

The bell for the cast to get in places ran, and with a shaky breath, Ben moved forward and stepped into the light. He smiled at Gwils cat calls, and did a short turn when Rami demanded one, but couldn’t help but tug at his skirt one more time before sitting down at the table. His legs tapped at their own will, and he tugged on the wig as he could feel his fears creeping up silently. He tried to hold Rogers thoughts at the front of his mind, but his own intrusive words was battering poor Roger.

Ben practically jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked over, eyes wide and mouth ready to apologise or shout or curse or do whatever, only to find a soft looking Joe under all that horrid makeup. He must’ve left his mark, which he’ll definitely hear about from Singer, but Joe could see Ben spiralling and stepped in before it got worse.

“Hey,” he didn’t speak much louder than a whisper, but didn’t need too. He was kneeled by the chair, using his body to stop the cameras from seeing Ben, “I think you look good in it”. He used his free hand to tug the tie in place, and his eyes were full of comfort that he knew Ben needed. “You look hot as hell, and no one is gonna judge you, okay?”

Ben only nodded, and grabbed onto Joe’s hand which was still on his shoulder, taking a moment to ensure he was fully grounded before grinning, properly this time, to let Joe know he was okay.

He could get through this.

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