First of all I’m laughing so much rn and second of all idk if you wanted a headcanon thing for this but something popped into my head anyway
Steve watched as Wayne made himself comfortable at a corner table, still close to the stage, but away from the crowd piling up against the stage.
Everyone here was dressed like Eddie, some even more intimidating, and Steve felt out of place.
Wayne, in all his Midwest plaid glory, seemed perfectly content.
“How are you so comfortable here? We look like two people who got lost on their way to see Bruce Springsteen.”
Wayne snorted a laugh and took a sip from his beer.
“Just used to being out of place by now. Been to enough of his shows, I just realized I’m here for him, not to impress anyone.”
“It’s still intimidating, though.”
“The first couple times, yeah. You’ll get used to it.”
“Could use a drink.”
Steve meant to keep that inside, but Wayne laughed, and Steve couldn’t help the smile widening across his face.
“Birthday’s soon, right son?”
Steve blushed at being called ‘son.’
“Yes, sir.”
“Next show I’ll buy ya a drink, help settle the nerves.”
“I’m not nervous!”
Wayne gave him a look and he sighed.
“Okay I’m nervous. But I just don’t want Eddie to be ashamed of me being here for him. I’m not exactly the metal crowd type.”
“And he likes ya just fine, I’d say. He ain’t kicked me out of these shows yet, so I doubt he’d ever keep you away.”
The lights dimmed further, and there was movement on the stage.
Wayne let out a little laugh when Steve perked up.
“What?”
“Nothin’. You’re just gonna wish you’d brought those ear plugs.”
By the end of the show, he realized Wayne was right about the ear plugs, but he was also right about Eddie wanting him here. He’d bring ear plugs next time.
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I am SO sorry if requests are closed, I wasn’t sure! I just wanted to request hearing about the first time Mob Boss Kylo held hands with his honey. I’m so soft for him!
1.5k cw: Jewish!reader, kylo & reader as teenagers (childhood best friends to eventual lovers when they grow up but just friends as of right now lol) fluff, mild angst (the mortifying ordeal of being a teenager and going through puberty)
His palms are sweating, because of course they are. It’s your bat mitzvah, and he wants nothing more than to ask you to dance, but dammit, you’re too pretty and it’s making him sweat and why the fuck would you want to dance with a guy with sweaty hands? So he stalks around the outskirts of the ballroom, watching and lurking like a creep as your school friends take turns twirling you around, your laugh bursting out of your mouth, your braces glinting in the sunlight from the way that you’re grinning so wide.
Good, he thinks, Kylo wants you to be happy. He’s gone through a great deal of bullshit to make sure that you’re happy but…but dammit he wishes he were the one making you smile that like. Catching Uncle Luke’s eye for a moment, Kylo ducks his head and blushes, because Uncle Luke raises a brow and nods his head in your direction, and shit there go his palms again.
Why was this so mortifying? He’s your bodyguard, he’s spent more time with you than anyone. You were the closest thing to a best friend to him, if he allowed himself to think about it like that. So why was he shaking in his fucking dress shoes, rubbing his hands against his nice pressed trousers? He’s ready to bolt, ready to call the whole damn thing off – when he feels a hand on his arm.
“Everything okay?” You ask him, startling him so much that he nearly bumps over an entire display of pretty champagne glasses. The tips of his ears that poke out from under his yarmulke go bright red as he rights himself, but your eyes are only sparkling with laughter. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”
“Yes – I mean no – I mean.” He stumbles, not yet used to his long limbs, his growth spurt finally hit and hitting hard. Kylo clears his throat and speaks in his newly deepened voice, “Everything’s okay.”
You don’t buy it for one second, he can tell. You’re a walking talking lie detector, have been ever since your family started asking you to sit in on meetings a few years ago. Unlike the unlucky schmucks that you interrogate though, you don’t have an interest in pressing the issue with Kylo.
“Do you like my dress?” You ask instead, giving a showy spin, the tulle skirt flowing and making you look like the princess everyone in the tri-state area knew you were. There was even a tiara poised on your head, and Kylo can only think of how correct that image is, thinks how you should be wearing one every day. You spin again and smile, “I know you were there when we picked it out but, does it still look okay?”
“You look…” He tries not to be weird, tries not to be gross, he’s a couple years older than you, you’re like a sister to him – no wait, that wasn’t right, he can’t stand his fucking sister. He doesn’t know what you are. But he doesn’t want to weird you out so he winces as he lamely replies, “Great.”
“Thanks.” You laugh at his awkward compliment, and dammit the tips of his ears are burning. He wishes he could grow his hair out one day to hide them, especially when you go serious all of a sudden and demand to know, “Why are you avoiding me?”
“I’m not.” Kylo lies, and you raise a brow, your arms crossing over your chest, catching him in it. He tries to cover, “I’m just, uh, keeping a lookout. You know. For danger.”
Kylo winces again, because the idea that you could possibly be in danger tonight is absolutely comical. The entire underground crime world has shown up for your bat mitzvah, some coming from Jersey, others from Philly, and some even all the way from Chicago. There were more guards and guys with guns in the ballroom than there were at the Pentagon tonight, and you both know it.
“Are you having fun?” Kylo asks, scratching the back of his neck, wishing he had some soda or something to drink. His own bar mitzvah wasn’t even this stressful for fuck’s sake.
“Not really.” You shrug one shoulder, and all of Kylo’s attention panics, zeroing in.
“What? Why not?” He stands up straighter, squares his shoulder, wondering what could be the problem, kicking himself for being so caught up in his complicated feelings to not notice that something had gone wrong.
“My favorite boy hasn’t asked me to dance all night. No matter how hard I keep hoping that he will.”
“Who? I swear to god I’ll find him (Y/N) – ” Kylo’s vision goes red, and he bares his crooked teeth just a little, hands balling into fists as his short fuse flares, but you’re laughing.
And then, miraculously, somehow, your hand is in his.
His anger melts away instantly, replaced by something he can’t name. He doesn’t know what this feeling is, but it’s terrifying, it’s sickening. Is he going to throw up? He can’t tell – why is his heart beating so fast?
“Kylo you’re such an idiot.” You throw a smile over your shoulder at him, leading him by the hand to the dance floor, where a soft and sweet slow song has begun to play.
He can’t get over it, the feeling of your hand in his. You didn’t even cringe when it almost slips out of your grip from how clammy it’s become, and Kylo thinks maybe there was danger, and he was killed in the crossfire, because with all the lights so bright and the air cloudy with cigarette smoke, he’s pretty sure this must be Heaven.
But it’s very real, because you’re looking at him expectantly, and he realizes he has to move his feet. Dancing. Shit. He didn’t…if he’s honest with himself he didn’t think he’d get this far. He didn’t really realize that he doesn’t know how to dance, and now everyone is watching – he can see Uncle Luke grinning behind his big grey beard off to the side – and he has to move his feet. Sensing his distress, you lead the dance, and that should be humiliating, but you haven’t pulled your hand away from his yet, and he’s still so floored that he’s even here to care.
“I’m your favorite?” He asks, trying to process that monumental statement.
“Duh.” You roll your eyes fondly at him, and Kylo has to clench his jaw tight or else he’ll say something stupid, something that’ll ruin everything.
When he calms down enough, and more people join the dance floor, Kylo’s buried dancing lessons come back to the forefront of his brain, and he takes the lead once again. With a pleased sigh, you tuck yourself close to him, resting your head on his chest. He’s too tall now for you to lean it against his shoulder, but that’s okay, you’re happy just the same.
“Thank you for being here with me.” You whisper to him, gently enough so that only Kylo can hear, “I know…I know Snoke is keeping you busy.”
“Hey,” Kylo frowns at the bitterness in your voice when you mention is name, and unthinkingly, Kylo pinches your chin between your fingers and tips your face up. Your gaze has clouded with something dark at the thought of his boss, and Kylo can’t have that, so he assures you, “You’re my number one priority. Always. Snoke couldn’t keep me busy enough to miss something like this.”
You’re not so sure you’re satisfied with that answer, he can tell in the way your eyes swim, but eventually you sigh, tucking yourself back underneath his chin, asking, “When do you go away again?”
“Not for two more weeks.” Kylo hopes that’ll be enough time for you to not feel sad. It’s your birthday, he doesn’t want you to feel sad, it goes against everything he works for.
“Do you think we could go up to the Catskills?” You whisper, like it’s a secret, like you don’t go up to the Catskills for a couple weeks every so often.
“Whatever you want.” Kylo nods, and you’re appeased then, and he takes advantage of that by spinning you and dipping you, reveling in the way you clutch to him with a laugh as your stomach swoops from being nearly upside down.
And then, it strikes him that one day, maybe, maybe if he’s lucky, one day when you’re older, maybe you’ll be in love, and maybe you’ll marry him, and maybe he’ll get to dance with you like this, have your hand in his like this. That’s lightyears away, he knows, anything could happen between now and then, he knows.
But it’s enough to have this moment, however brief it may be, with his best friend, and for the first time all evening, he’s not petrified. Not when you’re smiling at him, your favorite boy.
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Hello! Can you perhaps write a HC on what Sasara would do if his s/o comes to his comedy show and possibly end it with the s/o getting embarrassed? THANK YOU I LOVE YOUR BLOGS 💕💕
Thank you (*^O^*) I hope you like these and I’m so sorry they have taken so long ;-;
You had never been to one of Sasara’s shows; you usually would watch him during rehearsals and you usually enjoyed that, but you never made it to one of his shows - partially because of the late showtime, but you also feared that he would somehow rope you into his set
He got you a table in the front - the spotlight was enough to drown the audience out and you felt more comfortable knowing that while he could still stare at you while he was performing - you could pretend that he wasn’t.
It caught you by surprise the number of people that came out see him and just him. People talking about previous shows and it never really occurred about popular Sasara really was. People talking about how lucky they were to get tickets because it was another sold-out show.
The show goes on the same as it does at his rehearsals, but you find the booming laughter of the audience made it even jokes you heard be told and reworked over and over funny.
Then he deviated from the script - the spotlight splitting and falling on you for a brief moment.
“So, my partner decided to come to tonight’s show. They normally stay home, but tonight is a special night I guess. That’s them! Say hi to the people! You wave sheepishly and the light moves on from you, but you could feel the looks of the people behind you and around you, “Anyways, the reason I bring them up is that I’m going to tell a story they told me to never tell.”
You wanted to get up and run - he was telling the story of your first date, he had ordered a cream soda and by some freak accident, you managed to spill it all over him and instead of helping him dry up, you yelled at him for not catching the cup in your panic.
Once the show wrapped up, you made your way to the stage while security lead you to where Sasara was finishing things up
You wanted to yell at him for telling the story but you just hugged him and congratulated him on a great night, even if he threw you under the bus
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This one started out in color, but ended up looking better like this :) Painted back in June and queued because I’m in London this week for the first time!
Today I'm leaving one a one week roadtrip to move across the country, so I won't be online! I'll check up online in the evenings, but I'm going to be busy driving and seeing America right, so I won't be very active. I'll be on mobile, so I can't check my tag until I arrive I. California on Thursday, but i can respond to @'s, asks, and ims. I've doubled my daily queued posts, and have graphics scheduled to post here, on dcbombshellsdaily, and on dcvertigodaily.
I've been mostly offline the past few days, as i was packing all my things and getting ready to leave home, so hopefully I can catch up on anything I missed later tonight! I'll be back to regular posting a week from today!
