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“This is a bad idea.” You ignored your friend’s warning, marching through the rows of booths and swarm of people.
“Nope! I think it’s genius.”
“There is no way this will make you feel better!” You ignored her harder, dodging a group of faux heroes in expensive cosplay. She was right, obviously. Of course this was a dumb idea. You were being petty. It wouldn’t make your ex any less of an annoying asshole. And yet, you still searched the crowd for someone dressed as his favorite hero. There.
You walked up to the group of friends huddled by the entrance to the main auditorium. You moved past the one doing a very loud and not so great impression of Present Mic. You ignored the gaze of the younger man in a purple hued costume. His outfit was similar to your target, but not close enough. You placed a hand on the shoulder of the man in all black, yellow sleeping bag under his arm for some reason, and hair pulled back into a low bun. It wasn’t the most accurate costume, but he at least had the capture scarf and goggles around his neck. You made sure to move forward as soon as he turned, knowing you’d probably crumble under a stranger’s gaze.
You moved your lips to his, shutting your eyes to hide from the confusion you knew would be there. You had assumed his lips had parted in shock, but a moment passed without him pulling back or pushing you away. You felt his tongue slip against yours as his hand slid around the back of your head, holding you in place. Well fuck…he definitely wasn’t a bad kisser. He was just the right amount of rough…kind of forceful but gentle as his tongue moved yours around. Maybe this would make you feel better after all. You tugged at his scarf, pulling him closer as his other hand gripped your hip.
A whine fell from your swollen lips when he finally pulled away. The embarrassing sound was cut short as you recognized the scarred but handsome face of a pro hero.
“You’re…you’re Eraserhead.” He blinked at you slowly, humming to himself before answering.
“Are you not a fan? You seemed so excited to meet me.” His words were calm, but lacked any inflection. The tone was deep and strong enough to draw you back against him, but you only swayed for a moment before gathering your balance and senses. He still wasn’t exactly smiling at you, but his eyes crinkled at the corners as they skimmed over your face and body.
“If she wasn’t, she sure is now!” A heat raced up your neck and ears at the loud words from the Present Mic you had mistakenly flagged as a cosplayer. He slapped the blushing younger hero in purple on the back as he laughed.
“I know I am!” You turned to see your friend recording the entire thing…clearly not upset that she’d been wrong about your plan going well. You groaned and turned back to the surprisingly sexy hero, forcing yourself to meet his large black eyes.
“I promise I won’t let her post that.”
“Too bad.” He smiled at the way your nose scrunched at his words, the way you silently questioned him. “If you posted it, you’d be in trouble…” He stepped forward, waiting for your breath to catch in your throat before bowing his head against yours. He lowered his voice, saving his final words for only your ears. “…and have to find a way to be a good girl and make it up to me.”