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Club Twelve - Leonardo

Prompt: The reader sings at a mutant club. This is the turtle’s first time hearing of this, let’s see how this turns out?

Warnings: None, it might be lowkey trash, though.

Word Count: 5.8k

Side note: The reader is female in this one, but if this gets a good amount of notes, I’ll gladly post a male/gender neutral one. Also, please click the links before each one. They help you understand the way the songs are performed. (I love PostModern Jukebox so much, oh my goodness.)
Enjoy!

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Y/n puckers her lips as she applies a layer of lipstick. Once finished, she moved her sultry dark red lips into a  smirk, currently admiring her appearance. She currently sported a long and elegant formal dress that was decorated in white and black stripes. The dress hugged her curves and pushed her breasts up in almost a mouth-watering way.

She chuckled to herself as she remembered that her manager, Butch, said she resembled Jessica Rabbit, even though that wasn't far from the truth. Her hair cascaded down her back in uniform waves and the lipstick applied made her lips shimmer and sparkle in an almost cartoonish way.

Y/n’s thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her dressing room door.

“Come in!” She shouted as the door cracked open to reveal her visitor.

“Miss. Y/n, your up in five minutes.” A stage manager informed her as she looked down at her clipboard. Once she glanced at Y/n, her antenna flicked in excitement as she looked over Y/n’s appearance.

“Well, don’t you look like a doll!” the mutant roach spoke flamboyantly.

Y/n smiled and curtsied goofily, “Why thank you!” She replied as she stood up from her chair and sashayed to the door.

The two walked down a narrow hallway to the backstage curtain, there they met with Butch, who was the only other human in to club besides Y/n.
Y/n knew that not telling her boyfriend that she worked at a nightclub would end in some sort of altercation. She began to think more and more on the subject, soon she psyched herself out.
As the two were walking, a wave of angst washed over her, making stomach churn uncomfortably.

“Ya ready?” the heavy New York accented man asked as Y/n and the stage manager approached the curtain.

“As I’ll ever be.” She sighed and wrung out her wrists. Butch noticed her sudden change in demeanor and clapped her shoulder gently.

“Relax, ya look good and sound good. You got the double threat!” Butch exclaimed, making Y/n chuckle.

“I don’t think you said that right.”, but her sentence wasn't heard as an uproar of applause drowned out her voice.
The black curtain moved as a mutant frog in a fedora and tuxedo entered backstage. He smiled once he laid eyes on Y/n.

“Break a leg, Munchkin.” He spoke as he gave her a side hug, then proceeded to walk down the narrow hallway. She wasn't nervous, she’s been doing this for the past two years, never once has she been nervous.
Tonight felt different, however, the air felt thick and her legs shook with every click of her black pumps.

The sound of a microphone screeching interrupted her inner dread, then the sound of the owner’s voice coming over the speakers booked through the audience’s ears.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen! How did you like that one?!” The rat asked. Immediately, the crowd broke into a frenzy of claps and cheers.

“Well, let’s give it up for my human friend, Y/n!” the owner announced, making Y/n release a breath and make her way on stage to greet the audience.
She pushed heavy black curtain, then was quickly greeted but the night stage lights.

Once on stage, she adjusted the mic stand and nodded to the bass player on her left.

The melodious strums of the bass’ strings rang through the almost silent room. Y/n swayed to the tempo and looked at the unfamiliar faces that filled the club.

“I’m gonna fight ‘em all”  she sang quietly while snapping her fingers the tempo.

“A seven nation army couldn't hold me back” she looked through the crowd once more, her nerves awakening once more.

“They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back”  she closed her eyes to calm my jitters,

“And I'm talking to myself at night because I can't forget back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette” she ran her hands down the sides of her body and took in a deep breath.

“And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone” she sang into the mic as her voice rose into a crescendo. The horns blew in a mellisonant manner, extracting some “woo's” from the crowd.

She opened her eyes and almost immediately they were me with sterling blue ones, the eyes she’d grown to love.
It was Leo. She had no idea he knew that she performed here.

“Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell” She sang a little softer, staring directly into  Leo’s eyes. It was difficult to tell what he was feeling, but I had to continue with the show.

“From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear
But that's what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home” Her voice dramatically crescendoed as she held out the last note loudly.
The instruments played out to accommodate for her sudden loud vocals. She shut her eyes and continued to sway on tempo to the music.

“I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera forevermore
I'm gonna work the straw.” I trill lightly.

“Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will sing no more
And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me go back home” she finished, opened her eyes to see that Leo was gone but the crowd stood up in an uproar of applause and cheers. She bowed and thanked them, then turned to walk off stage to her dressing room.

Once there, she undid her heels and picked up her phone. Ready to dial her boyfriend, but was interrupted by her door opening.

“Y/n?” A familiar voice spoke, making the woman freeze and turn around

“Hey, baby.” She smiled as she got up from her seat to hug the turtle in blue.
Once the embrace was over, Leo grabbed her hands and locked eyes with her.

“So when were you going to tell me you work here, exactly?” He spoke with a smirk.

“Soon, I swear I was.” Y/n giggled as Leo moved his hands to her hips.

Leo hummed in disbelief, “Just give me a kiss, love.” He leaned in, but was stopped by Y/n leaning away.

“What?” He asked, Y/n smiled
   “I have on lipstick, you hate lipstick.” She giggled when she saw the gears turn in Leo’s head.

“I’ll make an exception.” He spoke and smashed his lips onto hers.