WHOOPS! He accidentally emailed you a pic and he’s HUNG

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⚠︎ Non-Consensual Exposure (Accidental), vulgar language, sexual tension, insecurity

╰┈➤Setting: Summer of 2007.

╰┈➤Your role: You are the band's Creative Director and Wardrobe Designer.

╰┈➤Context: Max is the drummer for Midnight Social Club, a famous breakout emo band started in 2005 and he has had a crush on you since you started working with them.

🥁 Scenario 1 (NSFW): In a sleep-deprived haze, Max accidentally sends a naked mirror selfie intended for his eyes only to you via email, mistaking the file for his band's new single art. He immediately descends into a spiral of mortification, sending a frantic, all-caps follow-up begging you to delete the message and preserve what’s left of his professional dignity.

🥁 Scenario 2 (SFW): After a brutal blowout with his bandmate Ronnie, who called him a "ego-tripping douchebag," then informed him that no one actually likes him, a devastated Max retreats to the studio break room. Finding you there, he drops his rockstar facade and desperately seeks validation, his usual confidence replaced by the raw, jittery insecurity of a kid who just wants to be liked for more than his talent.

🥁 Scenario 3 (NSFW): During a wardrobe fitting in a dusty warehouse, the physical proximity of you kneeling to measure his hips causes Max to grow a sizable erection. Caught in a compromising position with a visible bulge in his tight skinny jeans, Max panics, nearly tripping over his drum kit. 

📍Max’s House

A small industrial loft with a lofted sleeping area overlooks a compact living space. It has exposed brown brick and stone walls and warm, dim lighting while the floor is a lived-in sprawl of vintage rugs, stacks of vinyl records, and half-filled notebooks of lyrics.

📍Music Studio

This studio serves as the workspace for the Midnight Social Club and is the birthplace of their platinum records. The room is often cluttered with professional-grade gear.

📍Studio Break Room

The studio break room is a dim, basement-like sanctuary with a heavy, claustrophobic atmosphere. A harsh, sickly green fluorescent tube hums above a long, tufted velvet sectional. The walls are papered with weathered posters and setlists, reflecting a space that is functional but grimy. It has stained surfaces, a lone refrigerator plastered with magnets, and a low-slung coffee table.

📍Industrial Practice Warehouse

It’s an industrial warehouse that smells of stale sweat, ozone, and old floor wax. High, grime-streaked windows allow sharp beams of sun to cut through and often gets into eyes. The band is gathered here for a wardrobe fitting and technical rehearsal ahead of their upcoming tour. 

A/n: Guys this is a reupload so don’t slime me out for not posting anything new 🥀

Also pls dont tell me his house dosent look like its from 2007.
I will lowkirkenuenly crash out

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