CAPTURED BEAUTY (Peter Steele x Reader)

NINE: Glimpses

The weather greets you with a chilly overcast as you step out into the cityscape. Buses squeeze through the slow traffic. Honking of car horns and Brooklynites roar through your ears as the sight of a silver bullet that was the D-train speeds past overhead.

Your first Autumn away from home.

The familiar sight of the leaves slowly changing hue leads you to your destination that is Brighton Beach. It was the first time ever visiting a place like this and to even think it was for business matters was even more exciting.

Your equipment hung over your shoulder as you carefully descended down the steps to the area where the photos were being taken. There you could see Josh, Kenny and Johnny. Upon your arrival, they turn to you and wave you over.

"There's the woman of the hour! How's it goin' Y/n?'' Johnny asks with a smile.

"Pretty good,'' you reply and set down your camera on the set up table, "You guys less miserable yet?''

"Ah, livin' the dream... but less miserable? Not a chance.'' Josh drawls on as he puffs his joint. That makes you grin as you then begin to scan around for Peter.

"Where's Pete?''

"He's bullshit at the manager again,'' Kenny chuckles and tosses his can of beer in the trash,"Could be anything, honestly.''

You nod slowly as you notice the other equipment that you assumed was provided by the band's team. You take a closer look at it all.

"Nice set up. Surprised you guys had the budget for all this.'' You tease and make the guys chuckle. You were getting a bit of the humor.

"We didn't! Stole it from some poor guy up at Coney Island!'' Jests Johnny and Kenny laughs.

"Yeah! We used Pete to scare the livin' crap outta the guy. Now THAT'S photo worthy.''

And as if it were on cue, Peter appears from around the corner. In tow is the band's manager. As a manager, he doesn't look all too happy. Peter's expression lifts slightly in your presence. He goes in to wrap you in a hug.

"Hey, sweetheart. You ready for your first little gig? Excited?'' He asks and his eyes scan you over. You blush, constantly reminded how dwarfed you are compared to him.

"Ready as I'll ever be. Thank you guys again for trusting me with all this.'' You say, feeling very grateful. Peter and his friends all support you and for once, it doesn't feel like you're over a thousand miles away from home.

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The photoshoot was interesting to say the least. Whoever had compared being part of a band to a marriage was certainly right. Peter and Josh heavily discussed all the certain pictures in which you were heavily directed in to do. Some, however, had a few creative liberties you hadn't uttered a word about. They seemed to take notice and all eyes were on you.

"These are really good. Don't mind us bitching. We gotta deal with Pete's OCD bullshit.'' Johnny chuckles and Peter grumbles something with an eye roll.

"Aye, it ain't my fault you wanted to be an asshole and pose 50 different times. It was easier slapping my asshole on a cover and calling it good.'' Pete remarks and your brows raise.

Did you hear that right?

Your mouth opens to speak but the pictures you take are snatched by the manager. Soon enough, they are whisked away to god knows where and you figured there could be more discussion about it later.

Peter, who slips his long arms through his leather jacket, steps up to you. His large mitts pull you close to his body and he smiles a little. The cold from the Jamaica Bay tangles his long black hair in the breeze and he hums in thought.