#Damn it Tommy he told you not to do that in front of Daniel.

[zappedbyzabka]

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Hey Bartender

Summary: Reader thinks it's just another shift of bartending but instead meets a drunk golden retriever that sets her up with his best friend.

TW/CW: Eddie Diaz x Reader, Get Together

Requested?: No 

Word Count: 4,087

A/N: I realized I always write reader as a fellow firefighter and wanted to try my hand at not doing that lol. You know I just had to add a drop of angst in there lmao. Anyways, hope you enjoy the read! Much love to all! Requests are Open!

--- Your POV --- 

    It's another Saturday night, and I'm expecting just as many jackasses as usual... Let me tell you, bartending pays well but damn does it suck ass. If I had a nickel for every time a douche bag hit on me, I wouldn't need to bartend, I could just live on my own private island. If I had a dollar for every decent man that ever hit on me, I'd be living on the streets if it weren’t for my weekly paychecks.  

    I drop my bag in the back office and head to the bar, throwing my hair up into a messy bun on the way. When I round the corner of the hallway out into the main area, I can see my coworkers Tiana and Grayson struggling to keep up. I slide through the swinging door with ease and begin taking orders. Soon, the chaos has died down some and I'm able to send Tiana home.  

    A rowdy bunch of college guys, that I see often, come in as she leaves. I raise my voice, "Hey! Don't come in here acting a fool, y'all know better." They sarcastically salute me or wave dramatically before making their way to their favorite table in the corner.  

    A tall, older, and muscular guy takes a seat on the stool in front of me, "You must be the boss lady around here," he states pointing back toward the college kids. 

    I scoff, "Might as well be but no. Our boss tends to only show up when it's slow. What can I get ya?" 

    The man laughs, "Two Jack and Coke, please." 

    I nod and turn around to reach for the Jack Daniels but find it exactly where I had repeatedly told Grayson not to put it, on the top shelf. Placing my hands on my hips, I turn toward my coworker, "Hey, dickhead!" He looks up immediately but I only point in the direction of the bottle I need. He grins with a laugh as he approaches me, grabs the bottle, and passes it down to me. As he returns to the customer, he was helping I gripe, "I swear you only do that to piss me off." 

    He looks at me, still wearing that stupid grin, "Yup, sure do!" 

    I roll my eyes and proceed to finish making my customer's Jack and Coke. When I set the glasses down in front of him, he admits, "If he wasn't making my gaydar go off, I'd be concerned." 

    I laugh, "Yes, Grayson is gay. He's basically my annoying little brother that enjoys making my life difficult." 

    The man laughs, "I'm Tommy," he points behind him, "The one waving his arms around like a crazy person is my lovely boyfriend, Evan." 

    I watch Evan animatedly tell his story for a beat before responding, "I'm (Y/N). What on earth is he talking about?" 

    Tommy shakes his head, "I don't really know. I love listening to him speak, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I zone out because I'm too focused on how pretty he is." 

    This makes me laugh extra hard, "I could see that." 

    Tommy pulls far more than enough cash out of his wallet to pay for the drinks and hands it to me, "Keep the change. See you around, (Y/N)." 

    I nod and watch him leave before jumping because Grayson speaks right in my ear, "He was cute!" 

    I shake my head, "He's gay and taken." 

    Grayson pouts, "Damn... A loss for us both I guess." I laugh and start cleaning up around the bar. 

    Sometime later, I notice something suspicious out of the corner of my eye. There's a gruff looking man leaning far too close to a girl who looks at least half his age. At first glance, I wouldn't even be sure she's old enough to drink but considering they card everyone at the door, she's at least 21 and this man looks to be in his late 40s or early 50s. She is very obviously uncomfortable and from the way her eyes dart around I can tell she's looking for an escape route. 

    I place my hand on Grayson's shoulder, still keeping an eye on her, "I'll be right back." He follows my line of sight and nods in understanding. As I pass the cooler on my way to her, I blindly grab a bottle of water. I step beside her, opposite the man, and place my hand on her shoulder and the water on the table in front of her, "Here's that water you ordered, sweetie." 

    "Aw, I just brought you a drink, Baby. You haven't even touched it yet. You don't need that water, do ya?" the subtleties his voice makes my skin crawl. 

    She avoids eye contact with him as she opens the water and takes a sip before looking me dead in the eyes, "Thank you. Could you point me to the bathroom, please?" 

    I nod, "Sure, I'll walk you there." She hops down from her stool and I put myself between her and the man.  

    I point in the direction we need to go but as she starts that way, the man grabs my right arm, "I think I can handle walking her to the bathroom. Besides, your coworker looks pretty busy over there." 

    I turn slowly to face him. I look down at where his hand is clamped around my right bicep and then back at his face, "I suggest you remove your hand from my body before I remove it from yours." By now everyone in the bar is zeroed in on us. I even notice Tommy, Evan, and a couple of their friends get up from their table. 

    His grip tightens, "I said," spits flecks across my face as he speaks through gritted teeth and with a menacing smile, "I can show her to the bathroom." 

    I wipe my face with my left hand, "Last chance, pal. You have three seconds." I give him a few seconds as promised before using my right hand to remove his hand from my arm, twisting it outwards with a small crack. Anger now replacing the smile on his face, he lunges at me but I drive the palm of my left hand straight into his nose.  

    He doubles over in pain, holding his nose as blood leaks through his fingers, "You bitch!" 

    I glare down at him, "That shit doesn't fly in my bar," I point to the bouncers, snap my fingers, and point down at the piece of shit at my feet. Already on standby, they immediately make their way through the crowd to collect him. I turn to check on the girl and escort her to the bathroom. 

--- Third Person POV --- 

    Bobby and Athena meet the bouncers at the puddle of filth who is still writhing in pain, "My husband is just gonna make sure he doesn't need a stop at the hospital on his way to the police station," she says, as she flashes her badge. The bouncers take a step back to let Bobby work. Athena turns to speak to (Y/N) but finds her already heading toward the bathrooms with the girl.  

    Bobby stands and wipes his hands on a napkin, "Alright, Athena, to the slammer. As far as I can tell she just broke it. No serious damage."  

    Athena nods and looks toward the door where two officers enter. When they approach her, she explains what happened and gives them instructions. A few feet away, Buck leans toward Tommy, "I wonder where she learned to do that." 

    Wondering the same thing, Eddie looks over as Tommy answers, "She had an Army Sergeant's insignia tattooed on her wrist." 

    Eddie nods, "That'll do it." 

    Buck looks toward the bathrooms, "A badass, former Army Sergeant, who can take down a man twice her size...," he looks at Eddie, whose eyes are locked in the same direction, "You should get her number." Eddie rolls his eyes and soon the three are ushered back to the table by Athena and Bobby. 

--- Your POV --- 

    As we arrive at the bathrooms, I wait with the girl in silence. When the door opens and another lady exits, she moves to enter before looking back at me, "Thank you." 

    I nod, "I'll be at the bar if you need me." She nods before entering the bathroom. I make my way back towards the bar and as soon as I round the corner, the college boys in the corner start whooping and hollering. The rest of the bar erupts to join them. I quickly return to the bar, grinning and shaking my head.  

    When the commotion dies down, one of the college kids loudly slurs out, "That, ladies and gentlemen, is why we don't fuck with (Y/N)." Many in the bar laugh before returning to their friends and drinks. Not too long later, I watch the girl meet a few friends at the door and make their way to a table. She smiles at me as she passes. I smile back. 

    I take and make a few more orders before letting Grayson know I'm taking a few minutes for a smoke break. After what feels like too short of a break, I'm checking notifications on my phone when I pass Grayson who grabs my shirt. I look at him in confusion, "What?" 

    He nods toward the other end of the bar where Evan is sat blowing bubbles into a fresh Jack and Coke, "said he wanted to ask you something." 

    Still bewildered, I make my way over to Evan, "What's up, Buttercup?" 

    He snaps his head up from his drink and grins at me before slurring out, "I was wondering if I could have your number," and is quick to add, "b-but not for me! I have a hot pilot boyfriend," the grin on his face gets even bigger, "I'm gonna give it to my friend Eddie who's been staring at you all night," he thinks for a split second, "He also seemed very disappointed when he saw you leave a little bit ago."  

    I laugh but before I can say a single word he goes on, "I came up here and asked your coworker if you were done for the night but he said you were just on break so I waited until you came back." He keeps rambling on and on as I grab a sticky note pad and pen from under the counter. I jot my name and number down. Normally, I wouldn't do this but these Evan and Tommy dudes seem decent so I figure their friend Eddie can't be too bad.  

    Evan is still going when I remove the note and press the sticky side to his forehead. He stops abruptly mid word, "Sweet! I'm Buck by the way." With that, it seems our conversation has come to an end as he gets up and returns to his table, not even removing the sticky note. 

--- Third Person POV --- 

    Hen giggles, “I think the golden has retrieved something.” 

    Tommy follows her line of sight and notices Buck stumbling back toward the table with something attached to his forehead; question already locked and loaded for when he's in earshot, "Whatcha got there?" Buck stops and attempts to pose heroically which makes everyone giggle. Tommy reaches up with one hand to remove the note and pats the bench beside him with the other, prompting Buck to plop down and lay his head on Tommy's shoulder. Realizing what his boyfriend has done, he looks over to Eddie, "I believe this is for you," and hands him the note. 

    Confused, Eddie takes the paper and reads it before looking at Buck with a facial expression that reads, "Seriously?" 

    Buck grins proudly as Maddie nudges Eddie, "You so should text her." 

    Chimney grins, "Or if you're man enough you can call her." Eddie glares at him, very clearly annoyed. He looks down at the paper in his hands and thinks for a few seconds before nudging Tommy and Buck out of the booth. He ignores the excited gasps and "ooo"s that break out behind him and makes his way to the bar. 

--- Your POV --- 

    I look up from the beer I'm pouring and notice one of Tommy and Buck's friends heading my direction. I top the beer off and hand it to the college kid in front of me just as the newcomer takes a seat to my left. He's staring straight ahead and hasn't said a word. 

    I wipe my hands off on a towel and grab a glass before crossing the short distance between us, "You're either a whiskey guy or a fruity cocktail guy. What'll it be?" 

    He smiles and tilts his head as he looks at me, "Whiskey, please." 

    I nod and turn around, aiming to grab the bottle of Jack I left on the other counter but find it has mysteriously moved back up to the top shelf. I whip my head in Grayson's direction but his back is turned to me. Placing my hands on my hips I glare up at the bottle. "Do you need me to-" Eddie tries to ask but instead I step up onto a shelf under the counter and climb up to stand on the granite, promptly procuring the bottle, "Guess not," I hear Eddie chuckle behind me as I scrunch up the towel on my shoulder and throw it at Grayson.  

    It nails him right in the back of the head, although not all very hard. He turns around grinning until he notices me still standing on the counter. An expression of fear almost crosses his features before he speaks, "Rodney will have your ass for standing on his counter," a teasing hint of humor in his tone. 

    I flip him off, "Rodney can suck a dick. I'd say you should too but you'd enjoy it too much," I punctuate my sentence by jumping down from the counter. Grayson doubles over in laughter as I turn back to my customer, who is also laughing his ass off. 

    As I pour the whiskey, I ask, "So, are you the Eddie that Buck mentioned?" 

    He looks back at the table where his friends are very clearly pretending to not be watching, minus Buck who is staring at us with his chin in his hands. He looks down at his whiskey, "Yeah," and takes a sip. 

    I tilt my head at him, "You don't seem too thrilled." 

    He makes eye contact with me, "To be honest, my heart is racing a mile a minute. I'm not like wasted or anything but uh," he looks back at the table and then at his glass, "I've got enough liquor in my system right now that when Chimney challenged that I wouldn't call you, I was like, 'Oh yeah? Watch this,'" he looks up at me again, "So, here I am with no clue what to say and possibly making a fool of myself." 

    I can't help but laugh, "I've had plenty of men make fools of themselves in front of me. I promise, you sir, are not one of them." 

    He smiles at this and is quiet for a few beats before asking, "Would it- would it be okay if I called you?" 

    I give him an "are you serious?" look, "Eddie, if it wasn't okay for you to call me, I wouldn't have given Buck my number." I swear I see him blush as he looks down at his glass again, nodding. I hear a customer call my name and grimace, "Give me a sec." He nods so I move to serve the customer and when I return to where Eddie was seated, he's back at the table with his friends. He's left cash on a napkin that has a note scribbled on it: 

I'll call you tomorrow when I can actually form coherent sentences :) - Eddie P.S. Keep the change! 

    I smile softly to myself and look up toward their table to find him already looking my way. I wave and he returns the wave before I slip the napkin into my back pocket and move on to take some more orders on Grayson's end of the bar. 

    The next morning, or rather the next afternoon, when I roll out of bed I immediately reach for my phone. I find a text from an unknown number: 

This is Tommy from the bar. Just in case Eddie loses the sticky note, I added your number into his phone. Figured I'd shoot you a text so you have his :) 

    I smile and lay my phone back down on the side table. My excited anticipation dwindles quickly as hours turn into days of not hearing from Eddie. I'm beginning to think he was just drunk that night and wasn't actually interested. One afternoon, as I'm getting ready for work, I glance at my phone for the millionth time hoping to see something from Eddie. No such luck... I open up the text conversation and my fingers hover over the keyboard trying to decide what to say. This isn't the first time I've done this in the past few days. Once again, I finally give up and shove my phone back in my pocket. I head to work with a pit in my stomach and disappointment heavy in my chest. 

    That evening, Grayson and all of my regulars notice how down I am and a few even try to cheer me up or be an ear to listen, including Grayson who hasn't stopped pestering me about it every chance he gets. "So, did things not work out with Lover Boy?" I brush him off and start wiping down the bar. "Come on, (Y/N). Talk to me," he sighs, "I know I'm a dick sometimes but I do care about you and I don't like seeing you so upset." 

    I take a deep breath as I toss the dirty towel into the laundry bin, "He never called. Never even texted either. And it's not because he lost my number, Tommy saved it into his phone for him." I can't hide the disappointment and hurt in my tone. 

    "Are you serious? Dude was absolutely entranced by you but doesn't bother to contact you?" Grayson asks, dumbfounded. 

    I shrug, heading for the cellar door, "I'm gonna restock. Holler if you need me." 

    He lets me go and as the door shuts behind me, I feel tears prickle against my eyes. Why am I about to cry over some dude I've only met once and only shared a few sentences with? Frustrated, I wipe my eyes and grab a few bottles that I know we need. Half way up the stairs, tears threaten to spill again. Sighing in defeat, I descend back down, place the bottles on a table, and drop to the floor against the wall with my head in my hands. This shit is why I don't let myself get hung up on guys anymore. The tears are flowing freely when I hear the cellar door open, "(Y/N)?"  

    Grayson sounds worried so I answer, "Yeah?" but my voice comes out weak and shaky.  

    I hear his footsteps descend the stairs rapidly before he drops to the floor beside me, "Hey, you okay?" 

    I look up from my hands and make eye contact, "I thought this one was different. I let myself hope. Now look at me, crying on the floor of a dusty ass cellar." 

    Grayson rubs my back comfortingly, "It's okay to cry, (Y/N)." 

    I drop my head back in my hands, "No it's not, not over a man I don't even know. I'm an independent woman who don't need no man. I shouldn't be this heart broken." 

    "First of all, yes, it's still okay to cry. Second, you may be independent but everyone needs somebody to love," Grayson says softly. 

    From the top of the stairs, a voice rings out, "Hey Grayson, quite a few people wanting drinks up here." 

    "We'll be up in a minute," he answers before pulling my face to look at him, "Get up, dust yourself off, and let's go have a good time, okay?" 

    I sigh deeply, "Okay," and wipe my tears. On our way up, I grab the bottles I had set down earlier and by the time we reach the top of the stairs, I've promised myself I won't shed another tear over this man unless he earns it. 

    Later that evening, I'm wiping down the bar again after a rush. In my peripheral, I notice someone take a seat and toss the towel away to tend to them. When I finally look over, my heart starts racing. It's Eddie. He's staring at his hands where he interlocked them on the bar top. I look around, hoping to pass him off to Grayson but find him helping other customers. I take a deep breath before smoothing out my shirt and walking over to Eddie. 

    "What can I get for you?" I ask, attempting to keep my tone friendly and even but it still shakes the slightest bit. His head shoots up and he makes direct eye contact with me. There's something in his eyes that makes me tilt my head. 

    He breaks eye contact and breaths deeply, looking back to his hands, "Listen, I- I'm sorry. I know I haven't called or texted. I tried to several times but I didn't know what to say. Buck says I was overthinking it too much but... I don't know, I just- I didn't wanna fuck it up." 

    A small smile touches my lips but I squash down the hope that's trying to breach the surface, "Eddie, a hello would've been sufficient." 

    He looks up at me and grimaces, "That's what Tommy said but I didn't wanna sound so- so casual I guess?" 

    Bewilderment replaces my smile, "What?" 

    He hesitates a second, "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I didn't want to sound so uninterested when you're all I've been able to think about for days. I also didn't want to sound too interested and scare you off... Which I may have just done anyways," he shakes his head in embarrassment as he looks back down at the bar top. 

    The grin on my face kind of hurts as I tuck my finger under his chin and lift it. His eyes have a touch of worry in them when they lock with mine, "I almost texted you several times too but didn't for the same exact reason." For some reason, I let myself get a little vulnerable, "I may or may not have cried a few hours ago because I was so disappointed that I didn't hear from you..." 

    I pull away as shock etches across his features, "I'm so sorry." 

    I shrug, "Forgiven, as long as you take me out on a date at some point and remember that my number exists in your phone." 

    He grins, nodding, "I will. When are you off work this week?" 

    I look up at the ceiling trying to remember, "All day Wednesday and Sunday and then until 3pm every other day." 

    When I look back at him, he smiles, "How does coffee sound Wednesday morning? 10am?" 

    I mirror his expression, "Sounds great!" 

    I can barely contain my excitement over the next few days and wake up before my alarm even goes off Wednesday morning after tossing and turning all night. I jolt up in bed, checking my phone in a panic, thinking I've slept through my alarm going off. Relief courses through my veins when I realize there's still an hour until it will. Excitement quickly floods that relief out of my system and I hop out of bed with a spring in my step. 

    Sometime later, as I enter the small outdoor café early but too excited to wait, I see Eddie threading his fingers through his hair at a table, having beat me there. I smile brightly and approach his table. He stands as soon as he sees me, pulls out my chair for me, and motions to the coffee in front of it, “I wasn’t sure how you like your coffee but if it’s wrong just let me know and I can order you something else.”  

    I giggle, take a sip and grin, “It’s perfect,” and as I look at him sitting across from me, knee bouncing and fingers fidgeting with his coffee cup I can’t help but think he’s perfect too. 

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[diazsdimples]

"I want to forget you." + buddietommy

"I want to forget you," Tommy slurs. The half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand clinks against the table as he sways, hiccupping. "Both of you."

The air around him is thick with the scent of stale booze and body odour, and Eddie wrinkles his nose. Beside him, Buck is a line of tension, discomfort rolling off him in waves. Eddie supposes it's not dissimilar to how he and Hen found Bobby all those years ago. The similarities are bound to be confronting.

"Tommy, babe, what are you doing?" Eddie asks with a sigh. The old endearment slips out before he can stop it, a force of habit after so long. His brain hasn't quite caught up with the fact that they're no longer a them.

"Makin' a choice," Tommy replies stubbornly. He locks eyes with Eddie, and he can barely see past the alcohol-induced glaze, to the Tommy he remembers and loves.

"Not a choice we asked you to make."

Buck's voice is firm, stubborn, like he's digging his heels in. Buck hadn't given up hope that Tommy would come back to them. It had been weeks of wistful looks at his phone, baking up every spec of flour, sugar, and baking powder within a 5 mile radius. He's not going to let Tommy get away from them so easily this time.

Eddie makes a mental note to thank Lucy for her tip-off.

Have you heard from Kinard? He hasn't been on shift for almost a week.

Tommy goes to stand and he sways violently. Both Eddie and Buck rush to support him, each hooking a hand under his arm. From here, the smell of alcohol is almost overpowering, oozing from his pores. Eddie thinks he could get drunk from the fumes alone.

"'M not good enough f'r you," Tommy mumbles, his head lolling. "N'ver g'd enough."

"Maybe that's something for us to decide."

Buck takes the bottle from Tommy's hand and places it gently on the table. He slings Tommy's arm over his shoulder and jerks his head towards the bathroom. Getting the hint, Eddie follows suit, supporting his boyfriend? ex-boyfriend? as he and Buck begin to guide him down the hall.

Tommy is heavy, even more so when none of his limbs are co-operating. They half carry, half drag him into the bathroom, both men straining under his weight. They set him down on the toilet, and Eddie begins to unbutton Tommy's shirt.

"Get his shoes, sweetheart?" he asks, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss to Buck's temple. Buck's eyes flutter shut at the contact, and he seems to take strength from it, a renewed resolve in his movements as he crouches in front of Tommy.

They work in tandem to undress him, movements which, in another world, would have been the precursor to a night they'd never forget. Now, Eddie thinks Tommy won't remember much of this come morning.

Eddie taps Tommy's nose, and the pilot's eyes, unfocussed, train on him.

"Arms up," he instructs, tugging at the hem of Tommy's shirt. Tommy complies, and Eddie divests him of his final article of clothing. "Now, into the shower."

Meekly, Tommy does as he's told. Buck turns the shower on full blast, and as cold as he can make it, and Tommy jolts as the icy jet hits him square in the chest.

"Thass too cold," he complains, making to leave, but he's stopped by Buck. Buck circles his arms around Tommy's waist, pulling him into a tight hug, and steps under the water with him.

"Come on, baby, let me take care of you."

Tommy probably misses it, but Eddie catches the pleading edge to his voice. Buck needs this, maybe just as much as Tommy. He needs to put his love into actions, because Tommy won't remember words. He needs Tommy to know how much he's loved, by him and by Eddie.

"You'll st'y with me?"

"Always." Eddie steps under the water with them, clothing be damned, and pulls both men into his arms. He tucks his face into Tommy's neck, his fingers clutching tightly at Buck's saturated t-shirt. The last few weeks without Tommy have been hell, and as pissed as Eddie is with him, he needs this. He needs to be close to him. He needs to feel his skin beneath his hands.

"I've got you," Buck promises, kissing Tommy's temple.

"We've got you."

Short and Impactful Prompts

[srta-brandis]

Him - babysitter!Hedwig Robinson x F!Reader

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Summary | Mr. and Mrs. Speck have their favorite child, so Hedwig too. Warnings | Daddy/Mommy Issues, mention of self-harm, psychological and abuse, machismo, favoritism, resentment. N/A | It's my first time writing on Tumblr and in English, you can tell me about any mistakes, It's a little weak, but I hope you like it :)

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You and Tommy are twins, ever since you were a little girl, you realized that your father preferred to spend time with your 30 minutes younger brother. You didn't relly mind that, and you ignored about the many times your father forgot to pick you up after your music classes, but not after Tommy's soccer practice. Your mother used to tell you that it doesn't matter that your father won't really care about you.

—Mother's love is stronger than anything...—She told you as she caressed your head in her lap—.

But maybe, she was wrong, because when Daniel was born, you definitely stopped existing for everyone. You came to understand and justify your father, because he was a busy man, Tommy always kept that uncomfortable distance with you, but your mother? Damn. She only see you after school, exchange little words about how sweet the new baby in the house was, and then she would go play tennis.

Almost like a brainwashing, she convinced you that Daniel loved his 16 years old sis. The days of your life were summarized in going to school, from school to home and spending the whole day being the mother of that toothless child. Obviously that had to stop, you couldn't stay locked up just living with someone who only ate and slept, it was unfair to see Tommy go out every day with friends or just hang out and you had to stay home.

You were really extroverted, and the lack of communication to which you were being subjected was quickly reflected in your face and attitude, now not only were they excluding you, but you were doing it for yourself. That's why Mr. and Mrs. Speck decided that even though they were both old enough, a babysitter should be present to take care of Daniel while you went on with your life. That's why you now had a beautiful blonde woman in front of you, she was carefully applying makeup to your eyes.

—Babe, you should keep your eyes closed, you could hurt yourself...—She said almost in a whisper as he cupped your face carefully.— You have really pretty eyes—.

You didn't really know why you liked spending time with her, you knew most things about her, and outside of the baby, you were the one who saw her the most. You quickly got used to having her at home, and she didn't hesitate to start bringing out your more feminine side immediately.

—Thanks...— You didn't get compliments that often, you just got comparisons to Tommy, and that started to get to your head quickly.—They're not as blue as Tommy's, but thanks...—

She stopped and walked away slowly, her piercing gaze making you feel stupid, and with how sensitive she had made you, your eyes watered, thinking that Hedwig now thought you were a stupid girl.

—No, don't say that—You looked directly into her eyes, they were a beautiful blue that you would probably never forget.—You're a very pretty girl, Come on, that lipstick would never look like that on me—.

She let out a laugh and it infected you, you felt dummy because of how she reacted, while the blood rose to your face you licked your lips a little where you already had a wound from biting yourself so much. She looked at you when she stopped laughing, and took your shoulders as she sighed.

—Please don't think about something like that again, and don't try to change because of something stupid like that—. You felt her thumbs caress you gently, and you allowed yourself to relax into her touch.—Who told you that, darling? huh? Who told you that Tommy is better?—

Before you knew it you were already crying, she just moved closer to his flat chest and caressed your back carefully. You felt him hug you genuinely, it was the most sincere reassuring hug you had had in a long time. You pulled away from her a little, and when she got probably the ugliest view of your red, swollen, makeup-ruined face, you felt humiliated, but she kissed your forehead. Then you saw her yellow blouse stained with the colors of your makeup, which coincidentally were the same ones she wears.

—I'm really sorry...—You murmured shyly—.

—It's fine, love...just, lie down—You obeyed her, you lay down on her legs and with a towel she removed your ruined makeup.— I guess you're not going out anywhere anymore, right?—

You pretended to think about your answer, trying to return to that friendly and not at all awkward atmosphere.

—girls night?—

—Girls Night.—

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[the-firebird69]

I can see that he's still there and we have warrants on him for everything he's invading is trying to harm us all the time I'm so sick of this it doesn't cover us up at all you idiots better get your s*** together you sons of mine Jesus Christ is stupid

Mac

We need to do stuff to that guy and get rid of them tell you what some stuff draws them out of there and some stuff draws people in right now we should go fight over the Genesis auto dealers it's a great idea and it's comforting his father and mother and we should also fight to buy them but you can't buy them yet and I'm going to tell you something if you're driving around so we should have Tommy F to volunteer driving around with terminators into traps you don't care just get rid of them

Daniel

I'm going to do that and take a bunch of those as an option I'm just going to send it in see if you guys approve and work much smoother and you too BGA this guy's a goddamn nuisance

Tommy f

I'm going to take our share and we're going to send it in and I want the light cycle place opened up and I want everybody to pitch in take the stupid son of a b**** down such a f****** loser he's an animal needs to be killed

Bja

I'm going to shoot him I'm going to shoot his kid I'm going to shoot every single damn one of them until they stop coming back it's like pet freaking cemetery over here with these dumb assholes it's so goddamn stupid they revive anything it's gross

Bg I'm going up there I know the nature of the job and his people will be there too I tell you what every once in a while we're going to stand up there and pick all of them off this would be a huge pile of stupid head I'm so sick of that happening it's a matrix and we have to find it I don't think so I think these idiots are stupid

You're finding the talk disgusting but we keep doing dumb things I keep bothering people trying to take the stuff we won't go do anything logical and won't team up that's just the way it is and we're going to lose at least we are

Trump

Yeah you're going to lose you're going to lose your life you're going to lose your licenses your positions I'm going to start firing you I don't care if the Maxi yes or no I'm going to fire you and order people to do stuff and it'll look like them having me do it it's a trick I'm going to start doing it and holy s*** you are a huge a****** you need to get away from you f****** f****

Biden

I can't believe you're afraid of a $200 front thing you are such a loser we're bringing you up on charges of treason you be shot on site if you found guilty of treason and you wouldn't even know it you're such a freaking huge loser I can't believe how f****** stupid you are you get away from him and we're going to send orders I want him out of there anybody in the way of it it's going to get killed so Stan's not the way of it you can't do anything he's under threat by this guy there's way too many down here the federal government needs to send down a lot more troops so I'm going to order that now

Camilla

We're sending troops in their Max too we have to get these assholes out of here and the foreigners too they got a good contingent to them I got to clean out New York and other areas too this sucks so bad they're so gosh darn stupid where are they coming from maybe they're coming from New Zealand making clones

Biden and robots my nephew sent us grandson that it says

We could have told you so don't leave him down there alone just going to keep sending s*** heads here

Billium

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Hey, how are you ?!!

I love your imagines !!

I was wondering if you could do one with Johnny Lawrence of 84!

It's a suggestion 🥺

He had a secret crush on Tommy's best friend, Y / N, so he wanted to talk to her, but was afraid he just ended his relationship with Alli. And he knew that she didn't want a relationship now, due to the various traumas that occurred, so much so that the day comes that he decides to tell his feelings!

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My Girl - Johnny Lawrence x Reader

Summary - Reader and Tommy have been best friends since they could remember. Alongside Tommy, came the Cobra Kai’s. Meaning a certain blonde hair, blue eyed karate student, had his eyes on you.

Words - 2.1k

Warnings - mentions of toxic past relationships, fluff, angst.

A/N - I’m great Thankyou, how are you? Thankyou so much for sending in your suggestion! Anyone can feel free to send in any requests!

To everyone else, you were one of the prettiest girls in school. Curvy, honest, caring, nurturing. You weren't the typical 'popular girl' who'd turn her nose up at other groups of students, and that's why you were so loved.

You lived at home alongside your older sister. Your parents tended to business all over the country, meaning it was usually just the two of you. The two of you were very close, and supported each-other through everything, just like how you and your best friend, Tommy.

"So tell me again why you didn't want to go to the beach tonight? All of your Cobra Kai's are there." Y/S/N plopped herself next to you on the couch.

"Can't I enjoy a peaceful night in with my sister?" You smirked and she rolled her eyes.

"Okay fine, Ali's there." You groaned.

"So what? She's your best friend Y/N?"

"No she was my best friend, she's been talking shit about the Cobra's - even Tommy. I get that her and Johnny aren't together anymore, but I've gotta look out for my boys." You admitted, throwing popcorn into your mouth.

"Your boys? You mean Johnny is your boy? The guy has had the hots for you since you were ten." She stated and now it was your turn to roll your eyes.

"Then why did he date Ali?" You questioned.

"Oh baby sister, you have so much to learn. It's obvious that he wasn't going to ask you out before her. You'd just come out of a sticky relationship." You shivered at the thought of your past.

"I get you were young and in love with that jackass, but just because you were young, doesn't mean he had the right to hit you left, right and centre." Maybe she was right, you hadn't really let your guard down with anybody after that.

"Let's not bring that up please." You told her.

"The only thing stopping you two from growing old together, is the fact that Tommy is practically like your big brother. He'd flip a table." Your sister grinned. Speaking of Cobra's, you heard some motorcycles pull up outside your house.

"Snakes in three, two, one." Your sister counted down and then your door knocked.

"Your hair looks a mess." You admitted to Tommy, ruffling up his hair as he walked into your home.

"Honesty is the best policy Y/L/N." Bobby laughed.

"What the hell happened to you?" You questioned Johnny, noticing how flustered and sad he looked.

"Lover boy had his first dosage of heartbreak tonight at the beach." Bobby called out to you from the kitchen.

"Yeah nice one man, thanks!" Johnny said sarcastically, making his way through your house. You shot your sister a confused look, and she just shrugged her shoulders.

"Tommy, your ass better not be eating my leftover pizza!" Your sister shouted and that's exactly what he was doing.

"I appreciate that I'm not having to fix any of your faces tonight guys, but what exactly do you want?" You asked them, grabbing some lemonade from the fridge.

"Well sweet-heart, there's a new kid on the block, Daniel Larusso. He was flirting with Ali." Tommy stole your drink from your hand.

"And how do you feel about that?" You asked Johnny.

"She wouldn't talk to me, so I broke her radio and gave him a seek in assist the old fashioned way." Johnny admitted.

"I take it he's not as good at Karate as you then Johnny?" You joked, trying to make light of the conversation.

"The sexual tension in this room is making me gag." Your sister shoved passed you and grabbed a drink from the refrigerator.

"You're delusional." You muttered.

"I'm sure you'll be lucky with Larusso if you haven't already made a pass at Johnny." Bobby joked, but none of you laughed.

"Like hell man, watch your damn mouth." Johnny snapped.

"Dude seriously?" Tommy glared at him.

"I was joking, come on guys." Bobby tried to defend himself and you all ignored him.

"Quit being mean so Bobby, he just wanted to be apart of the comedian club." You snickered, making everybody burst into laughter.

"I take it you guys are staying the night?" Your sister asked them all.

"It's an annual thing, so if you don't mind?" Tommy smiled.

"Dude, the three of you have sleepovers everyday of the week. It's a fucking daily thing at this rate." Your sister laughed, heading up the stairs to sort the sleeping arrangements out.

Once the beds were ready to go, everyone seemed fairly tired and headed upstairs.

"Y/N wait-" Johnny stopped you from outside your room. Unbeknownst to him that his two friends, and your sister were eavesdropping.

"Can I please talk to you? I kinda need a girl's help, and well you get Tommy through a lot of shit.." He began to rant and you stopped him.

"Calm down Johnny, let's talk." You ushered him into your room, and he laid on your bed, leaning against the bed frame.

"I didn't really know how to say it front of everyone, but you know what a breakup is like. How'd you get over it?" Johnny sighed and you frowned.

"I don't think I ever really got over it because of what he did to me. I'd like to have said I turned into some badass overnight but I didn't. It takes time, and the two of you only broke up a couple of weeks ago. The whole situation is still raw and you have to allow yourself time to heal." You admitted to him.

He couldn't help but stare at you, take in all of your perfections as you we're giving him advice.

"Young love is a load of ass Y/N. She didn't even care about what I had to say tonight." Johnny frowned and it really did look like he was about to cry.

"Jokes on her Johnny, because any girl should be blessed to have you." You smiled, making his stomach erupt into a million butterflies.

"I really appreciate that." He whispered, slowly leaning in, but you leaned back.

"I'm so sorry if you thought that's where I was going with this Johnny, I don't think either of us are ready for that just yet." You coughed out, not really sure how to deal with it.

"No I'm sorry Y/N, I shouldn't have done that. Shit." Johnny was quick to scramble out of your room, and it took you a few moments to comprehend the situation.

Chasing after him and staying in your room  were your thoughts for the night. You knew he'd probably be embarrassed, so you didn't wanna push that any further. But he wanted to kiss you. Was that because he wanted to use you as a rebound? To get over his eventful evening with his ex? You had no idea. Or was it because he had now genuinely come to terms of how he really felt towards you?

“Wake your ass up!” Tommy screamed as the morning sunshine came through your curtains.

“Tommy I’m giving you five seconds to get the heck out of my room, or I’m going to smack you silly.” You yawned, suddenly realising it was your first day back for senior year.

“You weren’t saying that to Johnny when he tried to kiss you last night.” Tommy whispered, and your eyes nearly fell out of your head.

“Your secrets safe with me sleepy head, but he wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t mean it.” Tommy gave you a half-hearted smile and left you alone.

“One year to make it all work Y/N.” You muttered, throwing on some clothes to start your senior year.

“The queen has finally made her entrance.” Tommy laughed, handing you a plate of pancakes.

“You look beautiful Y/N.” Bobby smiled, making Johnny clench his jaw.

“Wow it finally looks like a cat hasn’t dragged you through a bush.” Y/S/N ruffled up your hair.

“Well now if does.” You groaned, flattening your hair back out. Time was ticking and it was soon time for school.

“Have a good day you guys!” Your sister waved you all off. It was as if the Cobra’s had it planned all along, because Tommy and Bobby were quick to drive away on their motor-cycles, leaving you and Johnny.

“Can I pitch a ride please?” You asked Johnny with hopeful eyes.

“Of course.” He smiled lightly.

“Can we please talk about last night?” You asked and his smile soon faded.

“We’ve gotta get to school.” You nodded at him, before sitting behind him. The journey to school wasn’t long at all, and it was typical for you to spend your morning alongside the Cobra Kai’s motorcycles.

“I don’t want things to be awkward Johnny, you’re one of my best friends. I’ve got a lot of issues, despite how happy I come across. Maybe one day we can make a thing of us?” You suggested and he had nothing to say.

And so that’s how was it was like, for a very long few weeks after that. Johnny hadn’t said a lot to you, and it slowly made you realise, that you didn’t know what you had, until it started to go away.

“Johnny still not talking to you?” Tommy asked, as the two of you walked together in front of the Cobra Kai’s. You turned around, but Johnny avoided eye contact before turning around the corner to his class.

“He’s insanely in love with you Y/N, I guess he’s just scared.” In love? Come again?

“In love with me, why would you say that?” You asked.

“Trust me, I know.” The two of you continued walking towards your classroom, when you were stopped by a certain Daniel Larusso.

As Johnny was walking to class, he couldn’t help let the overwhelming sense of guilt override him.

“What’s going on with you and Y/N dude?” Bobby asked one of his best friends.

“I don’t know myself man.” Johnny responded.

“You two are so damn love blind.” Bobby groaned in annoyance that his two friends still hadn’t made moves on each-other.

“I can’t push the boundaries again, it’s obvious she’s afraid to be with someone new, and I don’t want to upset her.” Johnny admitted.

“That’s the thing though Johnny, you’re not someone new. Everyone knows about what happened with her ex, and you can be the one to make her trust again.” Bobby’s words were so convincing.

“I’ve gotta go and get my girl.” Johnny shoved his books into Bobby’s hands and rushed back to the other hallway you were in with Tommy. But Bobby didn’t stop there, of course he was going to watch the scene unfold.

“What the hell do you want Larusso?” Tommy stood protectively in front of you.

“You need to sort your boyfriend out Y/N, his attitude is kind of stinky.” Daniel teased.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You muttered.

“I think he’s about to be.” Tommy noticed Johnny heading over to the two of you.

“Get the hell away from my girl, punk.” Johnny shoved Daniel out of the way, and you bit the inside of your cheek anxiously - not wanting your first day back to end up in a fight.

“Why does everyone think I’m you girlfriend?” You asked Johnny.

“Because I’ve waited so damn long to be able to call you mine Y/N, and I don’t want him taking you away from me, like he did with everything else.” Johnny admitted his feelings, regardless of everybody around him.

“Johnny what are you talking about?” You asked him.

“I’m not him Y/N. I will never be him. I think, I think I love you.” Johnny stepped forward and this time, you allowed him to kiss you. You felt yourself melting on the inside. Cheers and claps echoed through the school hallway as the bell rang.

“What do you say Y/N, will you please be my girlfriend?” He asked, lacing his hands with yours.

“Of course.” You blushed, wrapping your arms around him, and he felt the instant sigh of relief.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.” You whispered.

“I was so not jealous, I was about to beat Larusso’s ass.” Johnny told you seriously.

“I think you’re forgetting about what Tommy might do to you.” You chuckled, looking over at your best friend and his attempt to look angry.

“It’s not half of the things that I’m going to do to you.” Johnny smirked. You could finally be free of your past, you finally had your man, and boy was he worth the wait.

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Riverdale//without you i’d be nothing (part 2)

hey! here’s part 1 if you wanna read it! i hope you like it!! and have a nice day! 

- So

- He proposed not long after the premiere

- And it wasn’t a surprise to anyone 

- Well...

- Except to you 

- Despite him being absolutely awful at trying to keep it a secret

- He was so bad in fact that the majority of your friends were convinced that you were just pretending to be surprised to spare his feelings 

- But no 

- You were actually shocked 

- And so the two of you spent the rest of 2019 planning the perfect wedding. 

- And after hours spent looking through your diaries in order to find a day you were booth free

- You set a date 

- February 15th 2020

- Not Valentines Day

- But close enough for it to still be romantic 

- And at 3pm the two of you tied the knot in front of all your friends and family 

- It was a stressful 6 months 

- A very, very stressful 6 months 

- But it was definitely worth it

- Looking at him made it all worth it 

- ‘i can’t believe i am marrying my best friend. when we first met, i could never even begin to imagine how important you would end up being to me. i never thought i’d end up here with you, and i am so glad i didn’t drop out of making that film, even if i did have to do a british accent, because not only did I gain a party trick. i also gained my soulmate and i’d be nothing without you’ 

- ‘shit...what am i supposed to say to that?’ 

- The two of you spent the rest of the night partying 

- And when everyone had either gone home or passed out 

- You two stayed in the reception hall 

- And slow danced to Douglas singing softly in your ear, underneath a mirrorball 

- The two of you then ran off to your hotel room

- And Douglas pulled a bunch of your favourite snacks from his suitcase that he had specifically packed for you 

- ‘we’ve only been married for 12 hours but you’re already the best husband in the world’ 

- Once back from the honeymoon 

- The two of you started apartment hunting 

- You had loved the place you already had 

- But you wanted something new to start married life 

- Something that felt like it belonged to the both of you 

- Instead of just one and then the other had moved in 

- So the next month was spent looking for your perfect home 

- And thankfully it didn’t take you that long to find a cute little apartment outside of the centre of Vancouver 

- With a little balcony that you’d already bought a bunch of fairy lights and furniture for 

- Two bedrooms, so you can store all your unpacked boxes in 

- ‘we’ll get to it eventually’ 

- You spent hours in Ikea looking for furniture to fill your new home 

- And the two of you played pretend in the fake kitchens 

- That is until you ended up getting chased out by the security guards 

- When you move in, you sleep on the living room floor for the first night 

- Despite the place being fully furnished and decorated 

- ‘we need to get the full experience, baby’

- ‘and that includes sleeping on a rug when the bed is literally in there?’ 

- ‘yeah’ 

- ‘...okay?’

- The two of you spend the night talking about all the memories you’re gonna make together 

- ‘i am gonna cook for you every week’ 

- ‘and we’ll dance in the kitchen while we wait for the takeout i had to order after your burnt the dinner’ 

- ‘hey!’ 

- ‘true though’ 

- ‘we can have movie nights and we can watch you be brilliant in all of them’ 

- ‘we are not watching my movies’ 

- ‘why not?’ 

- ‘because’ 

- ‘i suppose i get to see you in person and that’s much better’

- ‘we’ll have proper dinner parties because we’re proper adults’ 

- ‘and then we’ll play drunk twister because we’re actually really childish’ 

- ‘and i’ll definitely win’ 

- ‘only because you cheat’ 

- ‘how can you cheat at twister?’ 

- ‘you. tickle’ 

- ‘i can’t wait until we can invite all our friends over, i’m actually starting to miss jordan and drew’ 

- ‘you know what? me too’ 

- The two of you spend the next few months in lockdown 

- Picking up and abandoning several new hobbies

- And doing a lot of auditioning for when the world re-opens 

- However any role you’re offered as wells as life itself gets put on hold when you find out your pregnant 

- Douglas is over the moon

- Bouncing around the apartment 

- Shouting various things: 

- ‘i’m gonna be a dad!’ 

- ‘i love you so fucking much!’ 

- ‘i’m gonna make you the happiest person alive!’

- To which you reply 

- ‘you already have’ 

- And the next day 

- Douglas has already bought a bunch of baby and parenting books 

- As well as making a Pinterest board so he can find inspiration for the nursery 

- ‘oh shit, we’re actually gonna have to unpack’ 

- ‘...damn’ 

- And you eventually do 

- Well he does 

- You get banished to the living room so you can relax. 

- Over the next 7 and a half months, Doug does absolutely anything he can to bond with the baby 

- He talks to it at every chance he gets 

- Just telling it about his day 

- But your favourite thing is when he sings to your bump

- His voice soft and smooth and his hand sprawled over your growing tummy

- And your baby always kicks whenever Douglas’ wedding ring touches your skin

- The two of you make a reluctant deal to watch one of the movies your both in 

- Just so the baby can get to know you 

- But it is absolutely not watching The Dirt 

- Even if it is still inside of your stomach 

- You and Vanessa bond over the highs and lows of pregnancy 

- And Douglas takes notes in order to figure out the best way to support you 

- Not that he could do any more to support you 

- And when the time comes 

- There isn’t anyone else you’d rather have by your side 

- Even if he does say really stupid things like: 

- ‘hey, when i was in the dirt, iwan hit me in the dick with a microphone and it really fucking hurt, so i kinda know what you’re going throu-owWW!’ 

- But when baby Lucy comes into the world 

- Named after a dear friend and already looking like her father, it’s all completely worth it

- Because you’ve never seen Douglas look so happy

- You thought he looks at home on stage 

- But this is a far better sight 

- Your husband and daughter meeting for the first time 

- And both of them instantly in awe with each other 

- The two of you settle into parenthood quite quickly 

- Despite not having a clue what you’re doing 

- Turns out you can read all the parenting books in the world 

- But when you’re actually handed the kid and told to look after it, all of that goes out the window 

- The day after you get back from the hospital 

- As you’re trying to sort out the abundance of gifts you’ve been sent while settling Lucy 

- You get a surprise call from some very familiar faces 

- Colson, Iwan, Daniel, Nikki, Tommy, Mick and Vince

- All very excited to meet your newest arrival 

- ‘aww, she looks just like her dad’ 

- ‘poor kid’ 

- ‘shut up’ 

- And when Lucy starts to get fussy 

- Daniel and Vince sing a lullabied version of Home Sweet Home and she falls asleep within seconds 

- She has no idea how lucky she is 

- But you do 

- You’re the luckiest person in the world 

- And you’d be nothing without her

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No Bad Student | 1 -- Prologue: Ex-Degenerate

Pairing: Lawrusso (Daniel x Johnny) Genre: Angst Warnings: Blood Word count: 1303 Summary: KK2 AU in which Johnny ends up living with Miyagi and Daniel for the summer. Inspired by nadianecromancer’s comic, but I’ll try to avoid making any scenes similar to the ones they already did! Notes: This was originally posted on Ao3 here. I’m much more used to that format than this one, but I’ve seen a lot of people post their fics here and thought I’d give it a shot. First chapter of three I’ve already written and will post shortly.

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He didn’t dare to look up from the pavement on that day. Voices called from around him, but none of them held any meaning at that moment. Even as Bobby set a hand on his shoulder, the feeling was like smoke in the breeze. He didn’t dare to look up, because he’d see one of two things -- LaRusso was there, looking at him, or he was already gone. After what he’d just seen, either option could kill him then and there.

Instead, his eyes were trained on the thin layer of shattered glass that covered the parking lot. There were tiny, bright red dots sprinkling the cement among the glittering white shards. It wasn’t the first blood he’d seen that day, but all but this was drawn from the losers, the ones that didn’t try hard enough. They didn’t commit. Sensei isn’t a loser, is he?

His eyes shut tightly. Some dying part of him still held on. It told him that all of this was his own fault, or LaRusso’s fault, or that crazy old man’s fault. It couldn’t be Sensei. He should just shut up and get back to training. Or, better yet, get up and show that old man what a real fighter looks like.

And still, his heart faltered. He let out a long, still-pained breath and let defeat keep him pinned to the ground below him.

“Johnny, come on man, let’s get outta here.” Johnny let his eyes come up just a bit, trying to ignore his peripherals. Bobby was on one knee in front of him, a hand still resting on his shoulder. 

“Are you breathing alright? Do you need to see somebody?” Tommy said as he took a seat on the curb beside him. His voice was quieted -- he knew Johnny’s pride better than anyone.

“I’m alright, I’m alright.” Johnny insisted promptly, pushing himself upward, though he still watched the glass’s reflection. 

Bobby gave him a pat on the back, forcing up a little smile. “C’mon, let’s do something fun, huh?”

“Could go steal one of the golf carts again. Find some ramps.” Dutch came walking into view, his arms crossed. Jimmy couldn’t help but scowl at him as he approached from behind.

Johnny shook his head. “Nah, let’s just--... Let’s go for a ride. Down to the beach, the usual place.” He said hoarsely, already making a beeline for his bike. The others followed behind, as always.

He took a seat on his bike, resting on it for a moment. The vibration of the engine hummed against his fingers as he gripped the handles. His sharp breathing slowed. The feeling was familiar. It brought back memories of normality, him and the boys getting into trouble, midnight conversations at the beach that always got a little more emotional than intended. That beach seemed to hold onto those feelings, like a storage place for their thoughts. Ali did the same, really. He could still picture her face the first time he let himself cry in front of her -- that took a while, didn’t it? Could he ever do that again?

Not after him. His jaw clenched at the image, the proud smirk of the bastard that changed his life for the worse and stole Ali away from him forever. The worst thing about it was that he could do nothing to stop him. It was over. He lost.

His sensei’s words echoed in his mind.

Bobby tapped on Johnny’s shoulder, his brows raised in concern. “You alright, man? We’re ready to head out if you wanna…” He trailed off.

Johnny nodded tacitly, revving the engine again then speeding away from the arena for what would seem to be the final time.

 “Just gimme it, man!” Tommy pleaded as he chased after Dutch, kicking up clouds of sand.

Dutch chuckled, a big, malevolent grin on his face as he swung around Tommy’s bag. “Not until you admit you got your ass kicked.”

“I scored a point, same as you! Not my fault LaRusso cheated!” He grumbled out, capturing one of the straps, though this only allowed Dutch to begin swinging his arm around along with the bag.

“How’d he cheat?” Bobby asked, incredulous, sitting on a towel and sipping a warm beer beside the other two.

“He--...” With a quick, aggressive motion, Tommy managed to slip his bag out from Dutch’s grip, leaving him to fall into a laughing fit on the sand. “Well, he must’ve, right? A guy like that couldn’t have really beaten all of us, could he?”

“Nah, you’re right.” Dutch said as he climbed back onto his feet, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “I mean, you saw him. He hardly threw a punch. Just blocking over and over, the annoying little bastard.”

“He wasn’t cheating, man, we just weren’t prepared for whatever that Miyagi guy trained him to do,” Bobby admitted, his voice low.

Jimmy stood from the towel, starting to pace. “Well--... Well, we can train up and kick his ass next year, yeah? I mean--... I mean he won’t even get to Johnny.”

Dutch grinned. “Damn right. We’ll teach that kid a lesson he won’t forget.”

Bobby smiled warmly, turning to Johnny for confirmation. The smile dropped promptly. “Johnny?”

He sat facing the ocean, watching the moon’s reflection morph with the waves, his eyes empty. After a second of silence, he looked over at Bobby, his brows raised. “Huh?”

“We were saying how we’re gonna kick LaRusso’s ass next year.” He said cautiously, attempting a smile.

“Oh… Yeah…” Johnny’s words trailed off as he turned back toward the moon.

Silence permeated the group for a few long seconds.

“Well uh…” Bobby started, “I guess we gotta find a new sensei, huh?” 

“Oh, well my mom told me about this place in Glendale.” Jimmy sat in the sand in front of Bobby, grinning brightly. “It’s kinda small, but it seems nice, so she says.”

Tommy sat beside him. “ We should definitely go to the same dojo, can’t split up this crew, right?”

Johnny sighed and they all turned their attention. “I don’t really wanna do karate anymore.”

That silence returned to take all of them once again, holding for quite some time.

Tommy hesitated, then spoke. “Are you serious, man?”

He nodded.

Everyone had the same thoughts simultaneously, albeit with different orders, different priorities. Dutch’s lip curled in anger, Tommy’s eyes darted in fear, Bobby looked to Johnny with compassion, and Jimmy hid his despair the best he could. All the while, Johnny sat there still staring at the water, void of any reaction at all.

“It’ll be alright, Johnny,” Bobby said softly. “We don’t need karate to keep being friends, y’know?”

A smile twitched up on Johnny’s face but failed to fully appear. “Yeah. I hope so.” He felt a surge of pain through his chest. His eyes welled up, but he widened them, shifting his focus to keeping a tear from falling.

Bobby patted his back, then hugged him around the shoulders. “I know it. You don’t have to worry about stuff like that, man.”

Each boy nodded, offering their own versions of compassion to their friend. Even Dutch gave a little confident smirk in an attempt to bring up the same in him.

“Thanks, guys.” His voice trembled slightly as an evasive tear fell, despite his best efforts; though, the others wouldn’t mention it, certainly not now.

The group ended that night at Bobby’s parents' house -- the last thing Johnny wanted was to spend it at home. They killed time distracting each other with arguments about nothing and impromptu competitions held for no good reason. It was a good ending to a horrible day, but no matter how much he tried to hide it, there was an empty space in Johnny where something once was.

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King of CSCC (Prologue)

Pairing: Rich Kid! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: When Y/N gets a scholarship to attend Collegialiter Schola Currere Cucurri, a prestigious boarding school in England. She’s very studious and organizes, everything needs to be a certain way for her to be happy. Tom is the resident fuckboy at school and,  with his daddy being the richest man on earth, he practically owns the school. What happens when Tom falls completely in love with Y/N, but she doesn’t want to be with him because of his reputation.

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Y/N stands in front of the massive brick building with beautifully and neatly done cobblestone tiles on the roof. From where she stands, Y/N could see that two big towers and two smaller ones are attached to the main building of the school. To her left, a soccer field and to her right, a rugby field with an outdoor running track. Behind the soccer field, she could see a big rectangle building that, from what she read about the school, must be the school’s gymnasium. Y/N couldn’t believe that she is actually here in front of Collegialiter Schola Currer Cucurri which is Latin for something she couldn’t remember anymore. It’s the best school in the world, the only people that could attend the school are the elite, rich and famous, but once every year, the school awards a scholarship that covers everything (laundry, meal plane, books, uniform, etc) to one lucky student going into their 11th school year. The chosen student has to be the best and brightest out of all the applicants and this year, it just so happened to be Y/N L/N. She has been working her whole life for this and now her dreams for a better future are finally coming true. Her home life in Toronto wasn’t the best in terms of education. She didn’t learn enough at the public school she went to, so when she saw the opportunity to attend the most prestigious boarding school in the world, she jumped at the chance to apply. It also helped that she’s always wanted to live in England. She finally manages to shake off her nerves and walks into the school.

Upon entering the school, Y/N notices how much cleaner and how the equipment is so much better than what she had back at home. The hallways were empty seeing as it was the Saturday before school started, so she is all alone in the school. After a few minutes, she manages to find her way to the principal’s office while struggling to bring all of her bags with her at the same time. The new student gently arranges her bags near the door to make sure they are not in the way, then she lifts her hand to the door and knocks. “You may enter,” an authoritative voice instructs her. Y/N enters to see a middle-aged woman sitting at her desk looking over some documents with her glasses balancing off of her nose. The older woman looks up at the sound of the door closing and motions for Y/N to sit on one of the chairs in front of her desk, “You must be Miss. L/N, our scholarship winner.” Y/N nods her head to show her agreement, she isn’t going to lie, but she is a little intimidated by the principal. “Alright, classes start on Monday at 9:00 a.m. sharp. Miss. Daniels should already be at the front office waiting for you. She’ll be your guide for the day. Here is your schedule and some other information you might need. If you have any questions, then you may ask Miss. Daniels and I would also like to inform you that if your marks slip even by a percent that you will lose your scholarship. Is that clear?” Ms. Sinclair informs the pupil. “Yes,” Y/N answers quietly because she’s slightly terrified with how cold the principal seems. “Good, you may address me as Ms. Sinclair and nothing else. You are dismissed,” Ms. Sinclair demands. Y/N quickly gets out of her chair and goes towards the door.

Y/N grabs her bags a little bit more easily now that she knows how to handle all of them and makes her way back towards the front of the school where she saw the front office. When she gets to the front of the school, she notices a girl around her age waiting in front of the office. The teen notices Y/N approaching and immediately rushes to help her with a smile on her face.  “Hi, you must be Y/N L/N. I am Delilah Daniels and I’ll be your tour guide. I’ll give you a tour of campus, then I can help you move into your dorm if you’d like. You don’t have to worry about your bags, I’ll call the concierge to come get them and bring them to your room. Now, the first stop is going to be the science labs where you bio and chemistry,” Delilah introduces herself. Y/N notices that Delilah has a British accent that is as smooth as butter.  The girls place the bags near the entrance and shake each other’s hands, “I am Y/N. Nice to meet you. And the science lab sounds like a great start.” Delilah makes a quick call to the concierge, then they walk down the hall to the left and up the stairs to her biology lab. “Now, upstairs to the left is the science wing, so you have all the science labs up here. Your bio lab is in room 203 and your chemistry lab is in room 220,” Delilah starts off, “Let’s head over to where you are going to be taking geometry and algebra, which is on upstairs on the right side of the also known as the mathematics wing. This term you’re only taking geometry, algebra, biology, and math. Next term you’re taking media arts, English literature, French, and psychology, right?” Y/N nods along to what Delilah says, “That seems right. Your last names Daniels right? As in your parents are Anna and Maurice Daniels, Daniels? They own practically every chain hotel I can think of.” “Yep, those are my old folks. They could be a little hectic and gone, but they have always been there for me when I need them and I know they love me. That’s all that really matters, right? So what do your parents do for a living? You live in Toronto right?” Delilah questions the new girl. “Yeah, I do. My mom works as a social worker, she tries to help kids in the system. My dad is a baker, we actually live on top of the bakery he owns. My little sister and brother always like to head down to the bakery at the end of the day and steal whatever leftovers are left. Do you have any siblings?” Y/N explains. “No, I am an only child. It gets a little lonely sometimes, but that’s alright. I would love to live over a bakery! The smell of freshly baked pastries would waft into the house and it could smell like freshly baked croissants every day. The math wing is just around the corner,” Delilah rants a little as they head over to the math wing.

When they rounded the corner, two other people were rounding the corner at the same time. A collision would have happened, but Y/N’s quick reflexes stopped them from crashing. In front of the two girls were two boys about their age wearing Versace, Prada, Gucci, and some other clothing brands that Y/N could never dream about owning. The boy on the left is taller than the boy on the right, he has dirty blonde hair and clear blue eyes. He’s handsome, but the boy on the right is the show stopper for Y/N. He has dark chestnut brown hair that matches his eyes. His nose is a little cricked and his lips are a little thin, but she liked how the nose made him look rugged and how his lips still looked perfect to kiss. His jaw looks so sharp that she believes is she were to run her finger along it she would cut it. No matter how badly the young girl wanted to go on a date with him, she knew about who he is and what his reputation is. He’s the infamous Tom Holland or as the tabloids like to call him, Holland the Lady Killer. His motto is hit then quit it and that really isn’t what Y/N is looking for. “Hey, just who we were looking for! I told Haz that you’d be showing the scholar bee around the school. You’ve always loved to meet new people. Thought we’d come join you seeing as this year’s scholar bee is a female and not another boring ass dude. So does the little lady have a name?” Tom inquires slyly as he makes his way over to Delilah and slings his hand around her neck. “My names Y/N. What’s it matter to you?” She snarls not liking what he said at all. “Damn, you got a mouth on you. I like a girl who isn’t afraid to talk back. Well, I guess it’s my turn to introduce. I am Tom and this div beside me is Harrison,” Tom tries to say in the most charming voice he could. Y/N just scoffs and keeps walking, “Whatever. Nice to meet you, Harrison. Now, let’s head over to the mathematics wing.” “Looks like we finally found someone who can resist Tommy’s charm,” Haz whispers to his two comrades as they follow Y/N down the hall.

After finishing the tour of the campus, the four newly acquainted friends headed over to Y/N’s dorm so that they could help her unpack. “Okay, everything is labelled clearly so it shouldn’t be too hard trying to figure out where everything should go,” Y/N elucidates while tying her hair back and picking up one of the boxes that was labelled closet- Hoodies and Shirts. Everyone went to work on cleaning out the boxes while they worked they talked, reminisce about old stories, joked around, and listened to some music. Symphony by Clean Bandit played on her phone and Y/N started swaying to the music. “I’ve been hearing symphonies before all I heard was silence. A rhapsody for you and me, and every melody is timeless,” she sang as she organized the books onto her bookshelf. Tom looks up from the clothes he was folding for her and stares in awe of her voice. To him, she sounded like an angel and all he wanted to do is listen to her sing all day. He may not have noticed it, but the whole afternoon he found himself noticing little things that he liked about her and he just wanted to be closer to him. He liked how she had all these random facts and how she could joke about anything and everything. He liked how organized she is and how she hasn’t fawned over her this whole afternoon. Y/N places the final book onto the shelf and looks over at everyone, “Alright, I can finish putting the clothes away after dinner. Why don’t we get something to eat? I read on the board that it’s taco night.” Everyone voiced their agreement and started to make their way over to the door, but before Y/N could leave, Tom gently tapped her on the shoulder and asked if he could talk to her. “Sure,” she tells him. Tom stands straight and fixes his jacket nervously, “I was wondering if we could restart. I know, I was a jackass, but I would really like to be friends with you. Plus, I know you, Deli, and Haz get along well and I really don’t feel like being kicked out of my own friend group.” Y/N smiles at Tom to show him that everything is alright. “Tommy, it's fine. Sometimes people start off on the wrong foot and that’s fine. Let’s start, over. Hey, I am Y/N. I don’t believe I got your name,” Y/N says nicely as she sticks her hand out for Tom to shake. He chuckles and takes her hand, “It’s Tom, Tom Holland. You may have heard of me. My dad owns the world’s best phone company as well as several other companies you may have heard of.” “Okay, now you just sound like cocky. How about we just head over to the mess hall and call it a day?” Y/N suggest as how she links their arms and walks off to the mess hall.

When dinner was over, Y/N was feeling a little jet-lagged so she headed back to her dorm to get some sleep while the other three decided to head to the game room. They were playing pool when Harrison decided to bring up the conversation. “So you and Y/N…” he wonders out loud as he aims the queue at one of the balls. Tom leans on the wall and retorts, “Nothing is going on between us. We are just friends that’s all.” Delilah snorts and laughs, “Yeah, right! I noticed your side glances at her, but I’ll let you deny whatever you want if it helps you sleep at night.” Tom just shakes his and continues the game without mentioning Y/N again, but that night when he was trying to get to sleep all he could do was think back to the conversation they had in the game room and Y/N’s angelic singing voice.

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[detectivedreameater]

Feel It|| Agatha and Marley

TIMING: Last week PARTIES: @detective-keen and @detectivedreameater SUMMARY: Agatha comes to check up on Marley after her incident with Tommy the bear. Feelings are relented. CONTENT: Brief Medical talk (no blood mentions)

Marley prodded her face in the mirror, wincing. The jagged, angry lines that traced down her face, her cheekbones, her jaw, were raw and blue and painful. They stood out in jutting color unnatural to the eye, and looked almost like someone had simply smeared blue pen along her face. But every touch reminded her that it was not paint. Every blink, every breath. Every twitch of her lip. She wasn’t sure how many people had seen, but she’d left the hospital as soon as possible and gone to Erin’s. The doctor’s had come back to an empty bed and Marley had come home to an empty house. Save for JD. He followed her nearly everywhere now these days, hopping along behind her feet like a shadow, softly prodding her with his antlers when he wanted attention. She kept logs and salt logs around for him to chew on now, and the two had settled into a routine she’d never thought she’d get in her life. It was...kinda nice. And he didn’t stare at her face weird, because he didn’t understand what the lines on it meant. Perhaps that was for the better. She was just reaching into her freezer for more alcohol when someone knocked on the door. Was it Anita again? Or Erin checking up on her? Sighing heavily, she set the bottle down and went over to the door. “I said I’m fine, I don’t need you to constantly check up on--” but she was cut short when the door opened and revealed none other than Agatha. Certainly not either of the people she’d expected. “Keen,” she said, staring, “you’re-- here. Why are you here?”

 Agatha, having been told that Marley decided that she was too cool to stay at the hospital, had rushed her way to her colleague’s apartment, not only upset, but also worried. The more she learned to know Marley, the more she noticed how she hated getting help from others, but she didn’t think it could be to the point of refusing to see a bloody doctor. And so she ended up knocking on her door, arms crossed over her chest, yet juggling with a bag from the bakery, trying not to squish the little pies she had bought for her friend. Obviously, it was hard to look angry when you had pastries in your hand. “Why am I here?” She repeated, making it clear that she expected to be invited in. “Maybe because your dumb ass decided that she did not need to stay at the hospital despite,” she looked at her facial scars and then down at her feet. “Despite… this,” she replied. If she was being honest, she was truly impressed by the size of the scars on Marley’s face, but now was not the time for that. “You need a doctor, look at… how are you going to heal properly?” She’d probably have scars on her face for the rest of her days, but she did not have to make it worse like that.

 Agatha’s eyes looked at her face and then immediately away and it was then that Marley realized this was what was going to happen for a long time now. She would have frowned had it not hurt to do so. The worry wrought through Agatha’s face, in her voice, made her furrow her brow enough, though, to stretch the cuts and make her wince. You wouldn’t understand, she wanted to say, but how, then, did she explain leaving the hospital? “I’m fine, I know someone who’s good with stitching,” she muttered, stepping aside, then and turning away from the door. She didn’t invite Agatha in, but she didn’t tell her to leave, either. JD, behind the door, poke his nose out. “I’ll heal just fine,” she said, picking up her bottle of tequila again. “Want a drink?”

 “What?” Agatha’s brow furrowed, and she looked Marley in the eyes as if to say : don’t you dare. “You know you sound like someone who’s gonna ask a vet to stitch them up so that the cops never hear about it?” She sighed heavily, following behind. If you didn’t tell her to go away, you could bet that she wouldn’t. “I brought you pie. I didn’t know which kind you liked so.. Well, I brought you pie,” she repeated, not seeing Marley’s pet at first. With a small scream of surprise, she watched that… weird animal follow Marley behind. “I didn’t know you had a …” well she was not sure how to finish that sentence. Besides, she did not know a lot about Marley’s personal life, and her apartment would not help with that. The place looked as neutral as a plate of pasta, desperate for some sauce. “A drink?” putting the pies down on the kitchen table, she glanced over at Marley and bit her lip briefly. This was not going to end well. Needless to mention that it was a bit early for this too, but she doubted that Marley had plans to leave her place today. “One drink, but you’ll have to tell me what happened,” she warned.

 At the squeak, Marley looked up-- then down, to see JD hopping after her. “Oh, yeah, that’s Jack Daniels. He’s my uh--” huh, how to explain this one to a normie? “Pet hare. He’s got a strange mutation.” Just like me, she thought sourly. “He won’t bite,” a beat, “probably.” Her nose crinkled and pain erupted in her face again, making her pause her movements while she waited for the burning to pass. “A vet? No, she--” Wait, she couldn’t let Agatha know she knew Erin. It would be too obvious, then, how Erin had gotten rid of the evidence on her. “She’s medically trained. Look, I just-- I don’t do hospitals.” Was that a good enough explanation? She set down a glass in front of Agatha and filled it halfway with tequila. Then poured a full glass for herself. “What? Don’t you read the news, Keen? I had a drink with a bear, but he didn’t like whiskey,” she said in a monotone she hadn’t used in a while. Slid the glass to her. “Drink up.” Eyed the pies. “You didn’t have to bring me anything.”

 “Jack Daniels?” Agatha tried to look at her with a look of judgement, but ended up laughing instead. “That’s… well, let’s just hope the medical examiner never sees him. She’ll want to cut him open,” wrinkling her nose, Agatha took note of what Marley said and told herself that she’d try to keep her fingers away from the hare. “Ugh,” she groaned. Apparently, this was not going to convince Marley to see an actual doctor. “I do hope so,” and if she wondered why the other woman had an issue with hospitals, she knew better than to ask. Last time she tried to ask Marley questions, she ended up with her own feelings hurt. “I did read the news,” which is why she had rushed to the hospital to find out that her friend was gone not even 24h after being admitted in. “But since you were… there, I figured you would tell me more as to how the hell a bear got into a bar.” A cop and a bear walk into a bar. Sounded like a damn joke, except it was closer to a nightmare. “I did not have to, but I wanted to. Suck it,” she declared, scanning the kitchen with her eyes to find a knife. Oh well, she had her swiss army knife. Getting it from her jacket, she cut herself a slice of cherry pie and left the knife on the table for Marley to get some food. “I skipped breakfast to see you at the hospital, alright?” This was a huge deal. And with those words, she had a big sip of tequila. 

 “Yeah, like the whiskey. I call him JD for short, or Jack if I’m mad at him,” Marley said nonchalantly. She chose to not look into the fact that she’d name her pet after an alcohol, but it was either that or Bugs Bunny. “And Kadaver isn’t coming anywhere near me, or my apartment, or JD. Ever.” She jabbed the knife into the pie as if to punctuate her statement and cut out a little piece for herself. At least Agatha wasn’t pushing the hospital thing. Marley could appreciate that about her, she usually didn’t push. Except for in their last online conversation, but she wasn’t about to bring that up, nor was she about to give Agatha an opening to. “I don’t know how it got in. Investigators said the back door was left open and it probably followed the scent of food inside. You know how bears are.” She made a little claw like motion with her hand. Was that in poor taste? Her face stung at the thought. “You skipped breakfast? Jesus, Keen…” she muttered, trying to keep the weird feeling bubbling in her throat from finding its way into her voice. “It wasn’t like I was gonna die. No need to panic. I’m fine, see?” Motioned to herself as she poked at the slice of pie she’d cut out, wondering why people liked this stuff so much. It was too sweet for her usually. “Well, you know...aside from the obvious.” 

 Agatha did not really know what to say. She didn’t really see the link between a big rabbit and liquor, but there must have been a story behind this for sure.  “Kadav… Not a fan of her?” Agatha tried to get along with everyone, and while Regan was intimidating, she did not have any animosity for her. She couldn’t, as she had to rely on her expertise so often. “Or is it just a pun on her job?” Could be a possibility although from the way she had stabbed the pie, she doubted that. Sucking her fingers clean -which was truly useless, as she was not even done eating her slice-, she listened to Marley speak of her encounter with the bear. “I mean, that makes sense,” kind of. “If bears start wandering into the city center, we’re in trouble,” she commented, finishing her slice of pie and getting another. “Look,” she frowned, a piece of apple pie in front of her, “I was worried, and I figured that pie for breakfast wouldn’t be so awful. Don’t… flatter yourself,” she narrowed her eyes, daring her to say a thing about this. Now she was not nearly as intimidating as the other woman, and the scars would only accentuate that. Not that she was jealous. “Right, bears aren’t that much of a big deal,” she mockingly brushed it off with her hand. “Call me when you get attacked by…” She tried to think of something worse, and when she couldn’t she decided to go for something stupid, “I don’t know, a moose, or something real.” Shaking her head, she then looked at Marley, her expression softer. “Are you really okay?” She hoped this wouldn’t go like that conversation they had about Jane, and Marley’s feelings. One could hope that the tequila would help. 

 “It’s both,” Marley said simply, picking up a cherry from inside the pie and plopping it in her mouth. Yeah, cherries just weren’t her thing. She didn’t need to justify her distaste for Kavanagh to Keen, mostly because the reasons were ones Agatha wouldn't understand. Telling her she didn’t like it when Kavanagh screamed would just sound too strange. She went to rest her chin in her palm before remembering, and leaning her whole weight against the counter top, arms folded. Watching the other woman, wondering what her real motive for being here was. Her and Agatha were work colleagues, that was all. It wasn’t like Agatha really cared about her, but when she asked if she was really okay, Marley flustered a moment. Of course she was okay, right? She wasn’t dead, that’s what mattered. But it didn’t feel right to say. She could remember the worry on Erin’s face as she’d cleaned up her blood, and the relief on Anita’s when she’d laid eyes on her and known that she was alive and alright. She shifted back to a standing position and looked away, pretending to interest herself with JD on the ground next to her feet. “Totally fine,” she mumbled, but she wasn’t even sure she’d convinced herself, let alone another detective.

 Agatha gave Marley a silent oh. Her jaw clenched as she watched her colleague approach her hand from her cheek. That must have hurt, she thought to herself. The tequila wasn't too bad, although she had some bad memories of evenings and  mornings involving it. Although while the liquor could make Marley talkative, it could also make Agatha's focus shift to something else, when what she cared about now was the woman's wellbeing. Still, it seemed that much like the other day, Marley was not about to discuss her feelings, as if she was scared of those. "Totally fine," she scoffed. What a load of bullshit. "Jane disappears for days, it's fine. You get attacked by an animal who could have killed you," she paused to catch her breath, " it's fine. You are obviously wounded, it's FINE. F.I.N.E." She wished the word would have been longer, because it would have been more impactful, but at least her point was made. "This. Is bullshit. I'm not going to sit here to hear bullshit. Respect me."

 Agatha’s voice rose in both volume and pitch and Marley blinked in surprise. She looked up at her with wide eyes, silent for a moment. In all their years working together, she’d never heard her yell. Marley turned her face away, trying not to frown-- she’d never been so aware of how many muscles moved in the face until now and she hated it. She was going to make sure Tommy suffered, long and good for this. And she was going to make sure he knew she was the one that did it to him. And maybe she’d even get to look Roy in the face and tell him it was her. What a delight that would be. But none of that mattered right now. And neither did her feelings about what had happened. About what would happen, even after the gashes healed. “What else am I supposed to be?” she said quietly, hands folded across her chest. “What good is being upset going to do?” 

 Well at least Agatha had managed to get some sort of reaction from her which was already a lot more than she might have expected. She understood wanting to appear as stone cold, and she bore a blank face whenever she heard anyone talking shit about her and her father, but she couldn't understand that Marley did not allow herself to be not even vulnerable, but at least, a little bit more aware of her own feelings. Because you could bet that Agatha had cried at home at the end of the day for her first few weeks at WCPD. No one knew, but she did cry. "Relieved, angry, scared, thankful," it wasn't about admitting to being sad, but rather admitting to having feelings. "What good is keeping it all in here," she pointed at Marley's chest, "going to do?" Agatha looked down at her hands and fell silent. It seemed like they were heading the same way as they did online. "Nevermind." Standing up, she went 

to the window to look outside. Right now, she did not want her to see that she was herself upset.

 Marley squinted a little-- lamenting the pain it caused-- as Agatha pointed at her chest. Then Agatha was walking away from her, over to the window that overlooked the street outside and Marley scrunched her face harder, this time through the pain, and set her glass down. “Fine, you wanna know how I am? I’m pissed,” she snapped. “I’m angry and tired and in pain and I’m so mad at Jane I can’t even talk to her and she’s supposed to be my partner and all I wanted-- all I wanted was one day off. Just one where nothing shitty happened. Cause you know what? I had a good weekend. I really did. Things were going great. But you know what life does? It reminds you that you don’t deserve good things, and it does it real damn well.” She then scooped up her drink and downed the rest of it, slamming the glass down. “But you know what doesn’t help? Crying about it. In fact, that’ll probably make it worse because there’s giant gashes on my face now, thanks to a fucking bear!” In fact, just talking hurt. She groaned and grabbed the towel she’d been using to ice the wound with, pressing it against her face as she slid to sit on the floor in her kitchen. “I’m gonna fucking kill that bear if I ever see him again…” she muttered.

 Finally, Agatha told herself as Marley began a monologue so gut wrenching it could have made her regret she pushed her into saying all these things. But she didn't regret. She could take her pain, her anger, and if Marley let her, she would help her with those. The pain, she couldn't help with, but anger she could manage. "Is it anger, or despair?" She turned to face her. It seemed like despair to her. Marley was tired, she said it herself. She expected something else, she said it herself. "Not everything has to help. Some things are useless and we still do them, because that's what people do," stupid things, like matching your socks, or saying hello to the waitress, or crying. Agatha walked around the kitchen table, squatting down in front of her friend. Or maybe Marley didn't consider her like one, but she would act like one anyway. "You're gonna need a bigger gun  If you want, we can go shopping for proper rifles, what do you think?" She said it with the calmest expression on her face, and her hand extended toward Marley, palm up. "Well?"

 Marley shuddered and scrunched her face at the word ‘despair’. She wasn’t going to call what happened to her a tragedy, she was alive, wasn’t she? She had all four of her functioning limbs and soon enough her eye would be fine, too. So what really was the loss? Cosmetic damage? Her dignity? No. Some part of her knew it was something deeper. Something buried inside. Marley looked up when Agatha came to bend down in front of her, holding out her hand. She wanted to push it away, she didn’t need pity or help or distractions. She needed-- “A bigger gun?” She balked for a moment, mouth slightly agape. That wasn’t what she’d expected Agatha to say. She took a moment to gather herself, pushing off the floor to sit up a little straighter. “You really wanna go gun shopping with me?” She eyed Agathat’s hand warily for a moment-- was this some sort of trick? Was Agatha going to try and stop her from going after Tommy? Not that she even knew the bear was actually a bugbear. Even if she did want to help, Marley wasn’t sure she was ready to take her hand yet. “Right now?”

 Truth was, Agatha had originally considered giving Marley a hug, but the thought of a hunting rifle had crossed her mind then, and all things considered, it made more sense. Marley probably thought that hugging was useless, and while Agatha agreed to a certain extent, she also knew that those were great when you were feeling down. “Well it’s either this, or a hug, from yours truly,” she scoffed, then looked puzzled for a moment. “I mean, we can do both,” she did look like she needed a hug. Obviously, Agatha wondered why Marley was the way she was (not the bear attack, this much she did not question), wondered what her upbringing must have been like, but she knew better than to ask. Now was not the time to snoop around, as much as she wanted to understand. “But yes, I really want to go gun shopping with you,” it was not something she felt uncomfortable doing. With her parents both working in law enforcement, she was not too skittish about firearms, although this conversation would have probably been different around someone with no training. “Well, I don’t know, I’m asking you. I understand if you would prefer to wait,” her expression warmed up a little, the traces of a smile appearing on her features.

 “I don’t really…” Marley started out, eyes wandering from Agatha’s face down to her hand again, “...do hugs.” In fact, Marley could probably count the amount of times she’d been hugged on one hand. At least, that she could remember. Sex didn’t count, either. That was something different, even if she was held in someone’s arms. Hugs were...complicated. They were soft and intimate and affectionate and Marley wasn’t any of those things. And for the longest time-- and still even now, even after what she’d said to Anita-- she didn’t believe she deserved any of those things. Marley reached out finally, though, and took Agatha’s hand, using it to help herself stand. She discarded the bloodied rag and tried to fold the blue into it so Agatha wouldn’t see too much. She wondered why she hadn’t said anything about it yet. “Maybe later,” she said quietly, “not really feeling up to being out in public yet.” It didn’t exactly scare her, the thought of going outside right now, but she knew something was holding her back. She could tell herself it was because she didn’t want to see the looks on people’s faces when they saw, but even she knew that wasn’t entirely true. She fiddled with the rag a moment. “But yeah--” she added on, “--we can go gun shopping together.”

 “I figured,” she breathed out with amusement, and couldn’t repress a smile. “Not much of a hugger myself, but…” She let herself trail off as she felt like she could begin to get talkative as to why she didn’t like hugs much either. She came here for Marley, not to discuss her own issues. Agatha was relieved as Marley took her hand, and looked away at the sight of what seemed to be blue blood. If she had never heard of a disease that could cause this, she knew that blue blood was a thing, although she didn’t think it existed aside from horseshoe crabs. God those creatures looked awful. Either way, she didn’t want to make her uncomfortable with health questions. “Alright, sure,” it was to be expected. With what had just happened to her… Agatha herself would have wanted to stay in her apartment, and avoid people, or the stares, at least. “Raincheck on that then,” she glanced over at the kitchen table. Marley had barely touched her pie. Probably wasn’t feeling too hungry. “Alright, what do you want to do then?” Might as well do something she liked and felt like doing. 

 “What?” Marley asked, a little lost. “What do you mean?” Was Keen offering to do something with her? To stay over? “You-- you know you don’t have to stay. You came to check up, you saw that I’m doing fi--” stopped mid word, cleared her throat, “--that I’m managing. You don’t have to stay. I’m sure you’ve got much more important things than to stick around and watch me mope all day.” Because surely she did. It wasn’t like they were close or even friends. That word still made her chest burn, even if it was the only word she had to explain what Erin was to her. Jane was easy, she was her partner. Anita was easy, she was her, well-- her girlfriend, now, she supposed. But others were hard. She wasn’t friendly, she didn’t get attached to people, she didn’t go out of her way to be nice to people. She’d never really been that way. There had been little point in making connections when all she did was get passed around from home to home. Nothing ever lasted. “You can go home if you want. Don’t stay just for me.”

 I’m doing fi- Agatha’s eyebrows raised, but it seemed like Marley was done being full of shit. Good. This was not what she came here for, but she was really proud of her, and you could read it on her face. Her eyes twinkled with malice, and she couldn’t help but smile. “I did not say anything about staying here all day,” she replied, still beaming. It was her day off, and she had planned other things for today, but once she heard about what had happened, she kind of forgot about anything she had in mind. It would probably come back to her in a few, but right now, she focused on Marley instead. “If I wanted to be home, I wouldn’t be here,” she observed, picking up the pies to put them in the refrigerator. Her eyebrows raised as she saw how empty the thing was. Well that was just sad. Agatha’s stomach was sad. Good thing she had gotten her something to eat. “Look, if you want me to leave, I’ll leave. But I really don’t mind sticking around,” she glanced at the room and wrinkled her nose. “What would you like to do?”

 Marley ruffled her nose slightly, pain shooting through it. She turned and watched Agatha scoop up the pies and put them in the little, pathetic excuse she had for a fridge. Luckily, she didn’t point out the fact that it was a drink fridge or that it was empty. She glanced away when Agatha looked up at her, pretending she hadn’t been watching. JD circled her feet a few times and she bent down to pick him up stiffly, remembering the bruises that still lined her chest and leg when she did. Even if Agatha’s words didn’t entirely make sense to Marley, she tried not to let it get to her. She was tired and in pain and all she wanted to do was sink into her couch with a bottle of tequila and pretend none of the past week had happened. Well...not the entire week. Some good things had happened. Maybe this could be another one of those. She glanced over at Agatha and let out a breath. “Wanna watch a movie?” she asked. “I rented a bunch of random ones that sounded cool.” They headed over to the couch, and as Marley sank down, she felt something itching inside of her. After a long, quiet moment, she said, “Hey, Agatha?” and when her companion looked over, she muttered quietly, almost missable, “Thanks,” before clicking play.

[mickmarstookmyheart]

Long Time No See pt 2

Requested by @frostedsugarcookiemint ❤️

Summary: After last night, you discussed a few things with Mick.

When you woke up next morning, well rather at noon, you immediately opened your eyes and turned sideways. As you thought there was no one there, not even Mick. So you just dreamt? Then that was quite a vivid dream. Sighing you got out of the bed and headed towards the kitchen to make yourself some coffee. The only positive thing was that you were free and didn't have to go to work. You stopped and sniffed in the air. Coffee and pancakes? You rushed to the kitchen and saw Mick standing in front of the oven and flipping the pancakes. So you weren't dreaming.

"Good morning." You said while sitting down at the mini table.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Coffee?" He asked while making another pancake. When he finished with that he brought you some pancakes and a big cup of coffee. "Still without sugar or milk?"

"Yap. Mmm it smells good." You hummed and started to eat your food. Mick was just staring at you smiling with wide eyes.

"Hungry?"

"Mm. It's delicious, damn. Thank you." You mumbled with a full mouth. After the both of you finished eating, it was your turn. While you did the washing up, Mick was leaning on the counter, drying the plates with a towel.

"So Mötley Crüe, huh?" You asked and glancing at him from the corner of your eyes.

"Well, yes. Don't you like it?"

"Of course I like it. Well to be honest I didn't really listened to the music. I was just staring at the lead guitarist with curious eyes cause he seemed pretty familiar." You laughed and Mick chuckled. "That bastard took all my attention away."

"What a rude guitarist." You two burst into laughing.

"So putting aside the fun, your music was incredibly good. The crowd went crazy about you. When I went out on my break I couldn't even the end of the queue!"

"So Whisky a Go Go, huh?" He asked in the same tone as you did so. You turn off the tap and handed him the last plate.

"Yeah. I have been working there for now 3 years so far. I heard thousands and thousands of groups, but your music will go viral! That singer guy..."

"Vince?"

"Yeah, he has such a unique voice. And those lyrics. And not to mention that bass player." When you see the disappointment in Mick's eyes, you cupped his face and leant closer to his face. "But you know that my favourite members are usually the lead guitarists, right?"

"You are just saying this..."

"No. And I will not stop this until you believe me." You said laughing while pinching his cheeks which you always did when he was sad or upset.

"(Y/N), stop. We are not children anymore to do these things." You weren't listening to him, just continued pinching his face and making stupid faces until finally he snickered. "Fine, you won. I believe you."

"Muhaha. Victory!" You said with a proud smile on your face tossing the towel in his face. You thought he would be upset instead he just tossed it back to you strongly. "Hey, that was rude." You pouted.

"Don't, don't make that face!" He threatened you playfully. You kept the face on until he sighed and went closer and put his hands on your shoulders. "Hey, (Y/N) I'm sorry."

"I knew you will say that." You said laughing and grinning.

"Are those morons not enough for me? You act like them. I thought you changed."

"Some people never change." You said in a serious tone. You were glancing at him. "But you sure did. Anyway, when will you tell me what happened?" You asked crossing your arms. He was rubbing his eyes as an answer knowing he have to confess one day.

"Are you working today?" He asked.

"Nope. I'm free so you have the whole day to explain to me why you ditched me years ago. And I will nag you until you tell me."

"Goddamn."

"So White Horse?" You asked looking at him with wide eyes, not believing how ridiculous this name was. You knew Mick was a bit obsessed with names since elementary school.

"I know it sucks and I even suggested other names but they didn't listen to me." He said gesturing while sitting by the sea at the beach. It was a bit overcast so it was pleasant to be there. Not many people were present, only a few couples enjoying the sight.

"Cool." You said pulling tighter the blanket on yourself. You were looking in the distance and was amazed by the beautiful beach and the sky blue sea. When you were frustrated or fed up with everything you usually pack up some blankets, food and books to chill. You and Mick were right sitting there, at your spot.

"And what about you? I feel like since we met I have been talking about only myself and I don't know a single thing about you. What happened after school?"

"Well, not a lot of things. I tried uni but I gave up after a few years. It wasn't for me. Then I had plenty of jobs, I couldn't even remember each of them. And then I found the bar...so that's all. I don't really have an exciting life as you." He looked down and smiled. "What is it?"

"Nothing. Just that I was always the one with whom nothing really happened. And now the tables turned." You were looking still at the sea, not turning to him. "(Y/N)"

"Hmm?"

"What is bothering you? And don't tell me nothing, because I can see it. You are biting your lip and you don't want to look in my eyes." You sighed and hugged your knees to comfort yourself.

"You know, after you were gone I couldn't really do anything with myself, with my life. Nothing went well, I couldn't succeed at anything. After school there was no one to play with or have a proper talk. I barely spoke to anyone." You finally glanced at him. "And I completely understand your reason, I just haven't really told this to anyone and I feel the urge now. I'm not mad at you for leaving. What bothered the most that you didn't even try to connect with me. You knew where I lived, you knew my number. When I went to school and you weren't there, I thought your back was messing with you again. But when 5 days passed and you hadn't showed up, after school I went to your house where your mother told me that you were gone." You felt a tear drop running down your cheek from recalling the memory. "You treated me like if I didn't even exist. That our friendship didn't even exist. So yeah. Say whatever you want, I don't mind. Shout at me if you like, I don't care." When you finished your monologue, Mick felt his mouth dry and was regretting his whole life. If he had stayed, he wouldn't meet his abusive ex-wife, but then he wouldn't have Stormy, Erik and Les Paul. If he had stayed he would've you, but wouldn't been in a band now. He felt many emotions at once; regret, sadness.

"I'm sorry. I know it doesn't really help, but I'm truly sorry. I know it was a mistake leaving you, but several things happened after I left which I couldn't regret. I feel like a jerk ditching you, but you have to understand me.". He said turning your head towards him. "I can't change the past, but I would like to make things up. Be better, if you let me. He leant closer, your faces inches away. There was nothing you wanted better than to kiss him. When you felt his breath you pulled away.

"But, as I see you won't let me." He said sighing. He was about to get up when you stopped him.

"Mick, wait." He sat down back next to you. "I will try to understand you if you understand me. You need to understand that I will need some time. I want to trust you, but...but I need time. I hope you will and if not, then don't waste the time."

"Really? If it's the only thing then sure, I will. I don't want to lose you again." He said hugging you from behind and he rested his chin on the top of your head. You felt the stone disappearing from your heart.

After the beach, Mick had to meet with the boys so you went home. Many things happened in the last two days. You met Mick which is a huge thing. Then there were those jerks harassing you, and then the day at the beach. You felt light, losing all the bad feelings you had, you felt. You sighed thinking back to Mick's breath. It was so easy to be with him. You don't have to pretend and don't have to prove anything to be with him. He liked you the way you were, even being a little annoying.

Next day you have to go to work again. Arriving at the Whisky you glanced up reading the names. Your lips curved into a smile when you saw Mötley Crüe and already had much more energy to start your shift.

"Hey, John!" You greeted your co-worker.

"Someone had a pretty good day yesterday." He was smirking at you.

"Called that if you want."

It was full house again and the rockers just flooded the bar. The four of you have to serve the amount of people. You couldn't wait for the concert to start. Not just for the boys but you will finally have some time to rest.

"(Y/N)!!!" You glanced up from the counter when you heard your name. You smiled when you saw the blondie singer.

"Hey, Vince."

"How is our favourite bartender?" Nikki asked sitting down in front of you.

"I'm okay. But what about you? Are you ready guys?" You pured three cups with Jack Daniel's. You tossed two for each of them and one for you. You held up your cup and the boys also. "To Mötley Crüe!" You said.

"To MÖTLEY CRÜE!" Nikki yelled along with Vince. After flinching you started to search in the crowd for Mick, but you couldn't see him. "He is at backstage. If you are looking for old man." Nikki helped you out.

"He is not old. We are at the same age!"

"No way, (Y/N). You can't be 30 years old with a body like that." Vince smirked.

"I guess you should go. My boss is out of his mind searching for you at the stage." You told looking in the direction of the mentioned place. "Break legs!" You shouted through the music.

The boys started with Public Enemy #1 and then Take me to the top was on when the music stopped and huge fight broke out in front of the stage. Tommy literally flew in the crowd after seeing Vince was beat. Nikki was smashing everyone with his bass and Mick was just vibing with his guitar, giving the fight a background music. When the guards finally managed to stop the fight, a weird guy shouted the band's name. And after that the crowd started to cheer and show continued. Silly boys.

"(Y/N)!" Your boss called. "Call the ambulance. There are many wounded and there is a guy with a broken leg."

That's not what you meant by 'break a leg'.

tag: @leatherandheels​

[zappedbyzabka]

Soooo listen

Little bit after tkk3, Barbara throws a Good Friday party (bunny ears required) and invites Daniel, which he ends up miserably bored at and pondering all the crazy shit that’s happened in his life the past few years.

She told him no one he knew would be there and he could be brand new (as if he wanted that again.)

Except, there are people he knows there because 2 drinks and one dance with a girl in, he sees the Cobras walk into the party.

He avoids them like the plague but keeps watching them out of curiosity, wondering why Johnny isn’t with them. Wondering if they’re still crazy assholes.

He steps out on the porch for some air and sits on the swing chair, debating whether he should go back in and call Miyagi or not.

Some headlights shine, and a familiar red car parks in front of Barbara’s place.

Daniel doesn't recognize the car in his tipsy state though and pays little attention to the newcomer until he hears heels clacking closer and a soft grumble.

The first thing he notices when he looks up is legs.

Mile-long, ivory, fishnet-clad legs. The kind of legs you want to spread apart.

The next thing is a lovely little waist hugged by a sleeveless black bodysuit.

And at the top....Johnny?!

Johnny Lawrence, with fluffy blonde hair much longer than it used to be (think Equalizer era) and black bunny ears on his head.

He stomps up the steps pink-cheeked and looking pissy, not even sparing Daniel a glance. Not even seeming to notice another person nearby.

Daniel’s too open-mouth enamored with the puffy, white bunny tail sewn right above a very plump bottom to take it personally.

Johnny puts his hand on the doorknob and takes a shaky breath, and Daniel realizes he might have mistaken nervousness for irritation.

He stays outside for a couple more minutes after Johnny goes in before he follows, almost willing to get sucker punched for the chance to ask him what the hell he’s doing.

But what he finds is that the four coyotes got to the big bunny before he did.

The four boys surround Johnny near the backdoor, slipping their fingers through the holes in his fishnets and snapping the fabric on his skin. Prodding his cleavage and twirling his silky hair.

All while Johnny weakly slaps and pushes their hands away and protests, but it’s all useless when they’re one after the other.

Voices talks over each other over music, the only things Daniel able to discern being “Pretty bunny” “Relax, doll!” and something about a lost bet.

Daniel steels himself and is just about to play hero when Johnny laughs and says something that finally gets them to stop, making a smoking gesture and nodding in the direction of the basement door.

Daniel ends up stealth following them down into Barbara’s really sick basement that has a lounge room, spying as Johnny gets passed around like a lap warmer with the blunt that Tommy cheerfully assisted him with.

They blow smoke into Johnny’s pink mouth and linger for too long. Shamelessly patting his ass and telling him he looks straight out of a Playboy magazine.

He soaks up the attention.

Then he locks eyes with Daniel and stares for a long, surprised pause before he kisses the Cobra holding him while keeping that eye contact.

Daniel can’t stop watching.

Johnny beckons him closer, raising his brows as if to be reassuring.

And that’s how Daniel ends up absolutely destroying a golden bunny with the bros in Barb’s basement (after some glaring and damn near growling from Dutch when they all were made aware that he was there.)

If Johnny wants that worm’s big wang, he’s getting it.

(maybe sprinkle a/b/o in there for extra seasoning.)

[storiesforallfandoms]

nothing happened ~ daniel webber

word count: 3173

request?: yes!

@kellysimagines “I was wondering if you could make a Daniel webber one where the reader Works on the set of The Dirt where i do the hair and make up and they like eachother and everyone knows that and another girl who Works there is also all over him all the time but he doesnt like her and when she sees me coming over she speaks out loud that she had fun the night before but nothing happened and Daniel sees me and wants to explain but i dont believe him and i ignore him when i am on set and when i am cleaning the boys lock him up in the trailer where i am in to talk it out and he explains everything and i believe him and we make up and get together? X”

description: in which the hair and makeup artist falls for the actor who’s playing vince neil, but there’s one incredibly annoying obstacle standing in their way

pairing: daniel webber x female!reader

warnings: swearing, brokenhearted-ness (if you count that as a warning)

Your big break as a makeup artist was for the Motley Crue biopic, and you could not be any more excited. You were a massive Motley Crue fan, not to mention being able to practice your makeup skills.

On your first day, you were trying to cover all of Machine Gun Kelly’s tattoos, a task that was taking much longer than you anticipated, and trying to reapply Tommy Lee’s tattoos when the door to the trailer opened.

“Hey is this the hair and makeup trailer?” asked an Australian accent. You looked over your shoulder to see an attractive man standing at the door. He smiled at you and extended his hand. “Sorry, I should introduce myself, I’m Daniel. I play Vince.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say, shaking his hand. “I’m (Y/N), I’m the makeup girl.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” he said. “So, how much time do you have left with this asshole?”

“Shut the fuck up, man,” Colson responded, turning around to try and hit Daniel.

“Hey, no!” you laughed, grabbing him and making him sit back down. “The cover up is still drying, if you move the wrong way you’ll leave cracks and shit. Sit your ass down.” You turned back to Daniel to respond, “I’m just finishing his cover up and applying his tattoos. If you want, you can sit and wait for your hair to be done. The hairdresser should be here soon.”

Daniel nodded and sat himself in a chair next to Colson. You couldn’t help but sneak a peak at him through the mirror as he took his phone out and started looking at social media to pass the time. To say he was cute was an understatement. He was far too attractive for words! When he had smiled earlier you were shocked that you didn’t pass out right then and there. You were having a hard time trying to concentrate on finishing Colson’s makeup with him there.

By the time you sent Colson on his way and were ready for Daniel, the hairdresser, Rita, noisily kicked the door open and walked into the trailer. Immediately, you were slightly annoyed with her. She was nearly an hour late to work, all the guys needed their hair done, meaning their wigs had to be fitted and worked on, and filming started in the next 20 minutes. You were so serious about this job, wanting to be taken seriously and to get more jobs like this on future television and movie sets, you couldn’t imagine just showing up late and kicking in the damn door like you owned the place.

Instead of saying anything, you smiled at her. “Hi there! You must be Rita, I’m (Y/N) - ”

“Cool,” she said, dismissing your introduction with a wave of her hand. She spotted Daniel and a sly smirk spread across her face. “And who are you?”

Daniel smiled, although it didn’t seem as genuine as it had with you. “I’m Daniel, I’m playing Vince.”

“Ah, I don’t know who that is. I know nothing about Motley Crue,” she said with a shrug. “But it’s nice to meet you! Sit your cute butt down, I’ll work on your hair.”

Daniel looked at her then back to you. “Actually, (Y/N) is about to do my makeup.”

Rite sent you a dirty look. “She can do that later, she has like a million other people to do makeup for first I’m sure.”

“Actually, I have everyone else’s makeup done already,” you said, trying not to let your annoyance show. “I was here on time, so I got through everyone else. You can do the other guys’ hair while I do Daniel’s makeup though, if you want. I just sent the actor playing Tommy Lee out when you walked in, he can’t be gone that far yet.”

Rita glared at you and huffed a heavy sigh. “Why don’t you go round up whoever I need to do hair for and bring them back so I can do it while I do Daniel’s hair?”

You realized there was no use in arguing with her, so you sighed and agreed. Rita smiled in triumph and smiled at Daniel, putting a hand on his shoulder and practically shoving him back into her chair. He looked at you through the mirror and you could almost see him begging you to stay with his eyes.

You went to round up Colson, Douglas, and Iwan and brought them back to the trailer. They all agreed it was extremely stupid for you to have to come get them, but what else were you guys to do? It was only the first day, so it wasn’t like Rita was going to get fired or anything yet. If she continued to act this way, maybe, but that depended on how well her hairdressing skills were.

When you arrived back to the trailer, Rita was laughing obnoxiously hard at something that Daniel said, and he was smiling awkward at it in return. When he saw you walk in, he nearly came out of his seat with relief, but remained still until Rita finished with his wig.

“There baby, you’re all done,” she said in a sickenly sweet voice. To you, she said, “Try not to mess up his pretty face too bad with your makeup there (Y/N).”

Your face burned red and your hands curled into fists. You had to do everything in your power not to knock her on her ass.

Daniel moved to your chair and you started with his makeup. It wasn’t anything extreme for him like it was with Colson, you just needed to put a bit of foundation on so he didn’t look shiny, and some eyeliner around his eyes and black makeup on his face, as they were filming a performance scene.

Rita eyed the other guys with less enthusiasm as she had given Daniel. “What did she do to you guys?”

“Seriously?” Douglas questioned. “This is what Motley Crue looked like when they used to perform.”

“She doesn’t know who Motley Crue is,” Daniel responded.

“Even if she did, I don’t blame her for not knowing. They didn’t have the makeup done on their last show,” you responded.

Daniel looked up at you. “You saw their last show?”

“Hell yeah I did!” you responded. “I love Motley Crue! When they announced that they weren’t doing shows anymore, I saved up for months to be able to go. Front row seats, got to see them up close and personal one last time.”

As you continued to do his makeup, you both continued to talk and laugh. You almost wanted to prolong doing the finishing touches, but the director came to the door to alert you guys that it was almost time to start filming, so you knew you had to let him go. Rita, finally, finished doing Iwan’s hair and the group left to hurry to seat.

You started cleaning up your section when Rita spoke. “I think he’s into me.”

“Which one?” you asked, although you were fully aware of who she meant.

“Daniel,” she responded. “He was giving me those signs, you know? He totally wants to get with me. Maybe I’ll let him.”

You decided not to say what you were really thinking about that. Of course he wasn’t into her or wanted to “get with her”. He seemed completely repulsed by her! All the guys did! But she obviously lived in some fantasy world where she believed that that was his form of flirting.

You decided to ignore her and to continue cleaning up your section. Suddenly, she got very close to you. You looked at her in confusion and moved away a little bit.

“I know you think that him being all friendly and shit with you probably makes you think he’s trying to flirt with you, but you are so wrong,” she sneered. “He just pities you. Poor girl from a shit town in the middle of nowhere getting her first job on a Hollywood movie set.”

“I’m from Los Angeles,” you told her.

“Doesn’t matter!” she snapped. “Stay the fuck away from Daniel, okay? Or we’ll have a problem.”

“We already have a problem,” you retorted. “And that’s that you are super unprofessional. You were an hour late today, you kept me from finishing my job just because you’re trying to jump one of the lead actor’s bones, and now you’re threatening me because you think you have a chance with Daniel. Newsflash honey, no one wants to get with a bitch. So either start acting professional and leave me the fuck alone, or I’ll go to the director and let him know how unprofessional you are. And the guys will back me up I’m sure.”

You shoved past her, leaving her screaming insults and profanities at you, but you could care less. Yeah, you thought Daniel was cute and all, but your primary focus here wasn’t trying to sleep with someone, it was to prove that you were a real makeup artist and that you could make it in Hollywood. If Rita wanted to play that game, you had no problem playing right back.

~~~~~~

Weeks passed as you got further and further into filming. Rita became more and more unbearable. She’d continue to come in to work late, but claim every day that it was “car issues” (”Maybe she should get her fucking car fixed,” Douglas whispered to you one morning). The director bought it every time, continuously giving her a “pass” because she was “a damn good hairdresser that we can’t lose”, his exact words.

When it came to the two of you, she became much more awful. She’d insult you any moment she got, whether you were alone or people were with you she didn’t care. She started coming to work in very tight and revealing clothing, and would make sure she’d move in ways that showed off her cleavage when Daniel was getting his hair done. He started bringing his phone with him to her chair so he wouldn’t have to look at her.

Meanwhile, he’d be the first one in your chair every morning, making sure he was there before Rita showed up. He always entered the trailer with a wide smile and you both talked the whole time he was in the seat. He’d even linger sometimes until another cast member arrived and had to get their makeup done, but even then he’d hang out in the trailer for a long time. When Colson confronted him about it once, he said simply, “I’m just enjoying (Y/N)’s company.”

One day, you got the chance to watch the guys film on set. You had been alone in the trailer, Rita having gone God knows were, so you finished cleaning your station before making your way to set. Unsurprisingly, Rita had beat you there and was all over Daniel. You rolled your eyes, she really didn’t get the damn message.

Over his shoulder, Rita spotted you and a smirk appeared on her face. Loud enough for you to hear, she declared, “You know Danny, I had a lot of fun last night.”

You stopped in your tracks. Daniel hadn’t told you he had met up with Rita last night. Not that it was something he had to tell you or anything. You were just shocked that it hadn’t come up, especially since he told you almost every day how uncomfortable and pissed off Rita made him.

“Oh, uh yeah, it was pretty nice I guess,” he responded, taken back by the comment.

“We’ll have to go out for drinks more often,” Rita continued, putting a hand on his arm in a flirty manner.

“I mean, I guess,” Daniel shrugged.

You felt a lump form in your throat. So after all this time, Daniel really had liked her. Maybe you were wrong in saying he was disgusted by her. It was probably an act from the start, so that you wouldn’t know and feel hurt.

Rita looked over Daniel’s shoulder again and smiled at you. “Oh hey (Y/N)!”

Daniel quickly turned around, his eyes widening when he saw you standing there. “(Y/N), how long - ?”

“Long enough,” you responded. “You know, you both belong together. You're both heartless assholes.”

You turned and started walked away, the tears finally starting to run down your cheeks. Daniel quickly ran after you, grabbing on to your arm trying to stop you. “Wait, (Y/N), it’s not what it sounds like.”

“You don’t have to explain anything,” you said to him. “I’m just your makeup artist, right? I’m not your girlfriend or anything. I don’t care who you want to go out with, but the fact that you had the audacity to pretend like you didn’t like her when you were with me, whatever that was about or that was for...it was low.”

You yanked your arm away from Daniel and raced back to your trailer, tears racing down your face.

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The following week was tense. Daniel would come in and be the first person in your chair, as per usual. At first, he tried to talk to you, to explain himself, but you continued to ignore him. At one point, you started wearing headphones and would work with music playing, not speaking to anyone, especially not Daniel or Rita.

Rita was in her glee, as if she had just won some huge prestigious award or something. She walked into work with her head high and her chest out. She’d happily babble on to Daniel, who would just watch her work in the mirror and not say a word. Even with your headphones in, you could hear her throwing you insults every now and then. You couldn’t be bothered the care anymore, she was obviously right.

After another long day, you were left with the task of cleaning the whole hair and makeup trailer. After finishing the guys’ hair for the day, Rita took off without cleaning her station, leaving you to do it. You were getting seriously pissed off with her, and thanked God that filming would be over in a matter of days.

You were finishing cleaning your brushes when you heard the trailer door open. You turned to see Daniel walk in and you gave him the worst death glare you could muster.

“You wanted to see me?” he asked.

“No,” you responded. “Who the fuck told you that?”

“There was a letter left in my trailer,” he responded. “Meet me in the hair and makeup trailer, we need to talk. You didn’t leave it?”

“No, I haven’t even been to set today,” you responded.

Suddenly, the trailer door swung shut and the sound of the lock turning could be heard. Daniel tried the knob but it wouldn’t budge. You went to the window and saw Colson, Iwan, and Douglas standing around, Douglas holding the trailer key in his hand.

“What the fuck guys?” you snapped.

“We’re sick of this cold shit between the two of you,” Iwan said. “Now, you guys are gonna stay in there until you figure your shit out, then we’ll let you go.”

You rolled your eyes. Daniel came up beside you. “Come on guys, just let us out.”

“You heard the terms, man,” Colson said. “Get to making up!”

You shut the window with so much force you thought you broke it, and honestly you wished you had. You didn't want to be here right now, you didn’t want to hear what Daniel had to say. You knew all you needed to know, and you didn’t want to hear it from his point of view.

You turned back to continue your cleaning, completely ignoring Daniel. He stood by the door, his arms crossed as he looked at you. “So you’re not even gonna try to listen to me?”

“Nope,” you responded. You patted your pockets for your headphones and realized you didn’t have them. They were in your bag, which was right next to Daniel. Upon seeing this, he quickly grabbed them and shoved them in his pocket. “Okay fine, say whatever you have to say, but it doesn’t mean I have to believe you, or really care.”

“I didn’t go out for drinks with Rita,” he insisted. “Really, (Y/N), you have to believe me. I went out with the guys, and when I went to get us more drinks she was at the bar. She ambushed me, wouldn’t let me leave. She talked my ear off for a solid hour before Douglas came and saved my ass. I tried to get away so many times, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. When she said that shit the other day and upset you, I finally cracked. I told her to fuck off, that I’d never be interested in someone as awful as her. Obviously, she hasn’t truly gotten the message because she’s still trying to get with me, but there’s only so much I can do about that.” He approached you and took your hands in his. You actually let him, too, which surprised even you. “You have to believe me, there’s nothing going on between us. And there never will be.”

You looked down at the floor. “But why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why wouldn’t you want to be with a girl like Rita?” you questioned. “She’s drop dead gorgeous, has the nicest tits of any woman I’ve ever seen, has confidence and sex appeal coming out of her ass. Even if you don’t want to be in a relationship with her, why wouldn’t you want to even fuck her? Just once?”

Daniel looked at you in shock. “Because I have no feelings for her. (Y/N), I like you, how could you not see that?”

You scoffed and pulled your hands away. “How could you like someone like me compared to someone like Rita? Or any of those beautiful girls that you’re making out with or getting to see naked on set? I’m so plain, Daniel. I’m just a makeup artist.”

“Why do you assume I want some trashy bimbo like Rita? Or any of the girls on set just beautiful they’re supposedly gorgeous?” he questioned. “It’s not about looks, but even if it was solely that, I’d pick you over any of those girls any day. (Y/N), you are the most amazing girl I have ever met, I want to be with you and only you.”

Tears were forming in your eyes as you asked, “Really?”

Daniel chuckled. “Yes really. Please, can we just start all over? I’ll take you out on a proper date, no bitchy hairdressers, no stressing over work and stuff. Just the two of us, together.”

You nodded excitedly and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, causing him to laugh again.

The boys let you both out of the trailer and celebrated your and Daniel’s reconciliation, and come the following day, you both had the pleasure of giving Rita her pink slip.

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Think of You: Part 9

Warning: Language. Nikki and Caroline angst,  Tom and Caroline cuteness

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I hadn’t heard from Nikki in three weeks.

I tried to keep myself busy with work, trying not to think about why he hasn’t called or even came over to see me. I can’t tell you how many times I had dialed his number, only to hang up right after the first ring. The phone of course worked both ways. He could have called me just to see how I was doing. I thought about going over to the apartment he shared with Tommy. I would talk myself into doing it but quickly chicken out before I could leave. I guess you could say I was being as stubborn as he was. I could have been the bigger person, apologizing for the way I had acted, but Nikki could have done that as well. At this point I wasn’t sure if I would ever see or speak to Nikki again. I couldn’t confide in Mac about Nikki and I’s fight. Hell, I haven’t seen or spoken to her in about a week. She was off with her new boyfriend, some yuppie guy from San Francisco.

I aimlessly flicked through the TV channels, not interested in anything that was on. This was what my life had consisted of for the past week. I would come home from work, grade some papers, work on my lesson plans, and then sit on the couch and watch TV. There were even times where I would fall asleep in front of the TV and wake up to the National Anthem playing. My life was once again boring and I was back to my lame, boring self once again. During the few months that Nikki and I were together, I felt different. I didn’t feel as if I was boring, even though Nikki would say I was at times. I felt more alive, more rebellious, not so much the timid Caroline I once was. He made me feel as if I was another person and I liked that.

I was in mid channel flip when someone started knocking on the front door. I slowly removed myself from the couch and staggered toward the door.

“Miss Caroline Daniels?” An older man with a chauffer’s uniform asked.

I looked at him confused, “Yes.” I answered. I watched as he pulled an envelope out of his suit jacket. “These are for you, ma’am.” I continued to look at him confused as I took the envelope out his hand.

“First class tickets to Fort Lauderdale, Florida?” I questioned. I looked up at the driver, a smile present on his face. “Do you have the right person? Surely there’s another Caroline Daniels out in Southern California that is needing these tickets right now.” I rambled. The driver continued to smile. “I’m pretty sure you have the wrong person, mister.” I stretched my hand back out to give him the tickets.

He shook his head no, “I have strict orders from Mr. Doc McGee to give these tickets to you and you only.”

Doc McGee, the band’s manager. “I-” I started to speak. “I can’t accept this, sir. I have to work and-” I stumbled. “I just can’t go.” My hand remained outstretched, trying to get him to take the tickets back. I wasn’t lying when I said I had to work. The next few weeks were going to be very busy for me seeing as it was nearing the end of the school year. My students were gearing up for testing and me flying out to Florida last minute would not be good. I had an obligation and Nikki Sixx was not one of them right now. Maybe if he contacted me himself, then maybe I would consider it.

The driver hesitantly accepted the tickets, giving me a ‘are you sure’ look.

I cleared my throat, “Just let Doc know that I appreciate the gesture but right now’s not the best time.” He nodded his head, wishing me well, before making his way down the stairs. I re-entered my apartment, shutting the door behind me and leaned against the aged wood. A thousand thoughts were rushing through my mind, one of the thoughts revolving around the possibility of seeing Nikki and how I just ruined that opportunity. What if it was Nikki’s idea to send me out to Florida? If it was his idea, he was going to be super pissed that I turned the offer down.

Without giving it another thought, I tore open the front door, finding the older man about to get into the limo. “Mister!” I exclaimed. I raced down the metal stairs, barefoot, looking as if I had just lost my mind. “Mister, wait!” I yelled. He turned around, the tickets still in his hand.

“Ma’am.” He questioned. This poor man probably thought I was off my rocker.

“I’ll g-.” I tried to catch my breath. “I’ll go.” I told him breathlessly. A smile formed across his face as he handed me the tickets. “How much time do I have to pack.” I asked still somewhat out of breath.

He looked down at his gold watch, “30 minutes, miss.” I could feel my eyes bug out of my head at his answer. I hadn’t even showered for the day and now I only had 30 minutes to pack and shower. I quickly ran back up the stairs, tearing open my door, and running straight to the shower. I showered and shaved my legs in record time, even though I nicked my poor legs all to pieces. I left my hair to air-dry, throwing on a simple top and shorts. I dug my dusty suitcase out of my closet, discarding the leftover items on my unmade bed. I started throwing in random items of clothing. Shirts, dresses, shorts, shoes, cosmetics, etc. At this point, I didn’t know what I had packed but it would have to do at this point. I made sure that all electrical items were unplugged and that my stove was turned off.

“Let’s do this, Caroline.”

First off, my first-time flying was an absolute nightmare. I always thought first class was some magical place like they show on movies and tv shows. I thought I would be treated with the upmost respect and be given anything I wanted. Well- that was big negative nelly on that part. As soon as I boarded the flight, the stewardess asked if I was sitting in the right section. I had to physically show her my ticket, and even then, she looked at me like I was lying. The people were sat around me were rude, upper class people that looked at me like the stewardess had. If it was going to be this much of a hassle, I would have traded in my ticket for economy class.

Another thing was the turbulence was awful. I thought I was on the verge of dying in a plane crash multiple times. The people around me acted like it wasn’t a big deal, but I wasn’t a pro flyer like most of these people. I was so happy to finally touch down in Fort Lauderdale 5 hours later. The sun was slowly starting to set and it created a beautiful glow across the city. As the plane skidded onto the runway, my nerves started to get the best of me. What if Nikki is mad that I just randomly showed up? Maybe Doc told him that I was coming. Maybe it was Nikki’s idea all along. I had so many thoughts swirling through my head that it was making me dizzy.

I de-boarded the plane and went off to search for my luggage. I had no idea who was picking me up or where I was going at this point. The driver back in LA said nothing about a hotel or who was driving me where once I landed in Fort Lauderdale. I looked like a stray dog, wandering around the street, looking for an owner. As I made my way toward the exit, I could see different people lined up holding signs with people’s names written on them. Most of the signs read last names only, but none of them had Daniels or Caroline written on them. I had no idea how to get a hold of Doc, Nikki, or anyone for that matter.

I was almost on the verge of tears as I took a seat near the ticket counter. Maybe it WAS a big mistake to come out here. I should have known that something like this would happen. What was I going to do now? I had enough money to buy another plane ticket back home, but who’s to say they had another flight tonight back to LA? I would have to get a hotel and spend the night in a city that I was very unfamiliar with.

“Caroline!” A man’s voice called out. “Caroline!”

I looked over my shoulder and saw Tom Zutaut making his way towards me. I quickly wiped away the tears that had been falling and gathered my things. Even though I barely knew the guy, I was so excited to see him. I was so excited to see Tom that as soon as he was within arm’s reach, I wrapped my arms around his neck and almost squeezed the life out him.

“I’ve never been so happy to see someone in my whole life.” I muttered as I hugged him. I felt his chest move as he let out a laugh, wrapping his long arms around my waist.

“It’s good to see you too.” He laughed. I released him from my hold, standing to face the towering man. “So-. “He started. “How was the flight.”

I let out a sigh, explaining to him the whole ordeal with the stewardess, passengers, and the God-awful turbulence. He just stood there smiling the whole time as I expressed my distaste of flying. I probably sounded like a raging lunatic, over dramatizing the situation.

“So, you ready to go?” He asked, taking one of my bags. I let out a sigh, mentally asking myself if I really was ready. “Yeah-”I sighed. “I’m ready…”

“SO-“  I began. “How’s everything been going?”

Tom looked over at me, a smile adorned of his face. “Fine.” He spoke. “The guys have been killing it every night. The fans really love them.” I couldn’t help but smile as well. Nikki had expressed to me a couple times that he was worried that people wouldn’t like them once they went out on the road. You would never think by looking at him that he cared what people thought of him or his music, but he cared greatly. 

“Nikki’s been writing new songs for the next album. They seem pretty damn good.” My heart began to beat faster at the mention of Nikki’s name.

“How’s he been doing?” I asked.

Tom looked down at his lap and then back to me, “He’s living his best rock star life.” He chuckled. “Partying all night and sleeping all day.” A smile formed on my face at the mention of Nikki enjoying himself. “It looks like we’ve arrived.” Tom muttered, changing the subject. I looked out the dark window as the hotel came into view. The building was a bit older but looked pretty surrounded by all the manicured palm trees and bushes. The car came to a stop in front of the entrance, “You ready?” Tom asked. I looked at him, feeling panic start to engulf my body. “Are you okay?” He asked concerned. The door suddenly opened, revealing the smiling driver.

“Does he know I’m here?” I blurted out. “Does Nikki know I’m here?”

Tom scratched the back of his shaggy head, shaking his head no in the process. “He has no clue.” He stated. “Doc wanted it to be a surprise.” I should have known.

A million thoughts ran through my mind as Tom gave one last look before getting out if the limo. “It’s gonna be okay, Caroline.” He tried to assure me. “Trust me.” He smiled, reaching out his hand for me to take. I hesitated for a second before accepting his awaiting limb. The humid South Florida air enveloped me as the driver helped retrieve my bags from the trunk. I quietly thanked him before following Tom into the building. The inside felt almost as stuffy as it did outside, causing my clothes to stick to me even more. I instantly went to the check-in counter so I could get a room for the night or two. 

“Caroline.” Tom’s voice sounded. I looked up from my purse, “Yeah?” I asked confused. He was looking at me even more confused.

“What are you doing?” He questioned as he came over to where I was standing. I explained to him that I was going to get a room for the night. Since he didn’t say anything about a room, I figured that I would have to purchase my own.

He started to smile, “You’re sharing a room with Nikki.” My eyes widened at this revelation. “That’s okay, isn’t it? Doc and I figured it would be okay.” He explained. I slowly nodded my head as I placed my wallet back into my purse. I gave the clerk a small, apologetic smile, before turning and following Tom towards the elevators.

“Nikki and the guys are staying on the 6th floor.” He stated as he pressed the metal button. “Hopefully he’s in his room-” He checked his watch. “He’s usually in there writing new material or reading some kind of book.” I stayed silent as I waited for the elevator doors to open. Once the doors did open, my heart rate escalated. With each step we took, the more nervous I got.

We finally stopped in front of solid, wood door with the number 612 printed above the peephole. “Here we are.” Tom sang. My hands were sweating at this point as I tried to fix my clothes and fluff my hair out a bit. I could have used some time to clean up but there was no use at this point. I watched as Tom’s hand connected with the wood, knocking three times before stepping back. We stayed silent, waiting for Nikki to open the door. After a few seconds, Tom knocked again but there still no answer. “Weird.” He muttered. After another minute or so, he pulled a set of keys of his pocket. I watched as he placed the key in the lock, unlocking Nikki’s hotel room.

“Doc and I have keys to each of the guys’ rooms-” He began to explain. “You know just in case we need to get in for some reason.” I stayed silent as I followed his lead into Nikki’s room. First off, the room was an absolute wreck. Nikki’s clothes were scattered all over the place, there was empty food containers on the counter, along with waded up pieces of paper. Not to mention, the room was hotter than hades and smelled like sweat and alcohol. “What a mess.”

Tom let out a laugh, “You think this is bad, you should see Tommy and Vince’s room.” If it was worse than Nikki’s, then I think I would pass. I hesitantly placed my bags on a clean patch of carpet before taking a seat on the unmade bed. “So-” Tom began. “I’m gonna go find out where Nikki and the guys are and I’ll be back to get you. Okay?” I nodded my head. This little time to myself would give me time to freshen up a bit and not look so haggard. I waited until Tom closed the door before I started looking through my suitcase for a new outfit. I stepped over the clothes and trash as I walked toward the bathroom sink. I splashed warm water on my face, wiping away the grime with a clean washcloth (at least I hope it was clean).

I began to strip out of my clothes, leaving me in my mix-match bra and underwear. I was never the type of girl who wore sexy undergarments. I had underwear that had the days of the week on the backside, if that tells you anything about me. I walked over to where my suitcase was laying and started retrieving the clothes.

“Caroline, I found th- Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Tom’s voice had turned from relaxed to pure panic in the matter of seconds. I hurriedly picked up the towel that was laying on the floor, covering up my exposed body. Tom’s back was to me, “I am so, so sorry, Caroline. I should have knocked. Oh God, I am so sorry.” He continued to apologize.

I couldn’t help but start laughing. I was a little embarrassed at first but it was suddenly hilarious to me. It’s not like he saw me completely naked, I was covered in the important areas. “Are you okay?” Tom asked confused. “Oh God, are you crying?” He quickly turned around, a confused look adorning his face. “What’s so funny?”

I was laughing so hard that I really was on the verge of tears. “You should have seen your face.” I spoke between laughs. “I’m sorry for laughing but that was hilarious.”

Tom stood there awkwardly, “I- uh, I’m gonna let you finish getting uh, getting dressed.” I watched as he started to walk out of the room. “Just come out when you’re done, okay?”

“Okay.” I stated. I was starting to feel bad for laughing. I didn’t know Tom that well but I could tell her was a relatively shy and reserved guy. By the way he was acting, he was genially embarrassed for walking in on me. I was gonna have to apologize to him for laughing at him.

I quickly re-dressed, choosing a floral, spaghetti strapped dress with my Jellies. I left my hair down, teasing it up a little to add more volume since the humidity had other plans. Finally, applying foundation and a little bit of eye shadow. I took a quick look in the mirror before stepping out of the room, rejoining a still embarrassed Tom in the hallway.

We both started to speak, saying each other’s names in unison. “You go first.” I told him.

He took a deep breath, “I’m sorry I walked in on you. I really should have knocked or maybe just told you through the door.” He was still acting like he had just committed a serious crime.

I placed my hand on his shoulder, “It’s really okay, Tom.” I explained. “No harm, no fowl.” I smiled. “And, I’m sorry for laughing at you. I guess I was shocked by what happened and then I saw the look on your face. You were panicked and I should have reacted better.” A small smile formed on his face. “Truce?”

I placed my hand out for him to shake. He looked down at my hand, “Truce.” He placed his larger hand in mine, shaking off the incident. “Now-“ He started. “Let’s go find the guys.”  

Tom led me out to the pool area where the hotel guest were lounging in the sun and splashing around in the pool.

“Zutaut!” A man’s voice rang out, causing those around to look in that person’s direction.

“Oooh, Zutaut is getting him so pussy!” Another voice sounded. I knew it had to be the guys of Motley, luckily not Nikki’s.

“He’ll get that pussy after I’ve had my way with it first.” Nikki’s familiar voice finally sounded. My stomach kind of dropped at his comment. He had no idea that it was me standing behind Tom, meaning that he was more than willing to have sex with some random stranger. Does that mean he’s been sleeping with people behind my back? Before Tom could introduce my arrival, I stepped out from behind him, Nikki’s face instantly falling.

The guys stayed silent for a moment, Tommy looking between Nikki and I. “Hey.” I muttered. Nikki’s face was stone as he pushed his sunglasses up his nose. “Do we know her?” I heard Vince whisper to Tommy. Tommy slowly nodded his head, explaining who I was.

“Why is she here, Zutaut?” Nikki finally spoke. His hidden eyes burning holes into my soul as he remained seated in the poor chair.

“I was invited.” I decided to speak up. “Doc and Tom invited me.” I could see Tom shuffling nervously next to me as Nikki remained silent.

“Surprise.” Tom muttered, a small smile forming on his face.

Nikki’s face remained unchanged, the others looking in his direction with smirks on their faces. Even though it’s only been a couple weeks, Nikki looked different. I noticed he know had tattoos etched onto his arms, one being the name of the band. His hair was darker, his skin a bit more paler, and a massive chip was now planted on his shoulder.

“I like her.” Vince spoke, pulling his sunglasses down to look at me fully. I shuffled uncomfortably in my place, moving towards Tom in order to hide from his glare. Everything about this whole situation was making me uncomfortable and making me regret my decision to even come here. Nikki didn’t look the least bit thrilled to see me, almost as if he was wishing me away in his mind. His band mates were making me nervous, and it was hotter than hades outside. I was ready to be back in California in the seclusion of my tiny apartment.

“Sixx-” Tommy’s voice rang out. “Aren’t you gonna welcome your girl to Florida?” A huge smile was planted on his face. “I’m sure Lisa would like that.”

My head snapped to look at Tommy, my eyes growing wide. My name wasn’t Lisa, it’s freaking Caroline! Was there a Lisa? “Caroline.” Nikki and I said in unison. I looked at him, watching as he finished the rest of his beer, before staggering out of the poor chair. “Her name is Caroline, asshole.” He walked past them, grabbing my hand in the process, taking us in the direction of the motel. We both stayed silent as we walked, Nikki’s thumb softly rubbing against my own. We soon made it to the familiar door as Nikki removed his key from his pocket to unlock the door.

“It’s already unlocked.” I spoke. Nikki looked at me, confusion written on his face. “Tom let me in so I could put my stuff in there and so I could freshen up.” Nikki remained silent, staying still for a moment, before shaking his head and opening the door. I know that it was a surprise for me to just show up without him knowing, but he was acting like a real jerk right now. I wasn’t the one who came up with the idea. A part of me thought that he would be over the moon to see me, especially after what happened the last time we saw each other.

Once we were both in the room, standing on opposite sides of the bed, Nikki released his frustrations on me.

“Why are you here, Caroline?” He breathed out. I looked down at the ground, unable to make eye contact with him. “I was invited.” I muttered. I had no other answer to that question. “I thought you would be happy to see me.” He removed his sunglasses, throwing them on the bedside table.

He let out a sigh, rubbing his hand down his face, “If I wanted you to come out here, I would have invited you myself. Doc and Tom had no fucking right to in-“

“Stop being such an asshole!” I cut him off, bravery taking over my small frame. “I made the decision to take this offer because I missed you. I wanted to apologize for the way I acted and I was hoping you would do the same.” He remained silent. “I know I don’t fit into the whole rock star lifestyle but I’m willing to do anything to be with you, Nikki. Hell, I flew in an airplane so I could come and see you. I can’ say I would do that for anyone else and then here you are treating me like I’m a piece of trash on the street.”

I waited for him to say something back but he just stood there, keeping his eyes trained on the floor. The silence in the room was deafening, making me grow even more uncomfortable. “Can you please just say something!” I yelled. “Just talk to me.”

He slowly lifted his gaze from the floor, his green eyes drilling eyes through my body. “I fucking love you-“ He started. “I fucking love you and that’s the reason I bought you that fucking house.” His voice growing louder. “I worked my ass off to buy you that house and to have you say no, that fucking hurt.” I knew that he was upset about me refusing to move in with him, but I didn’t know he was this upset. “I’m not the type of person who lets people in right away. If you were just some girl I wanted to have sex with, I would have left you already and moved onto the next girl.” I watched as he began walking towards me. “I care so much about you that it’s scaring the shit out of me. You’re the only girl I’ve ever felt this way about and I have no idea how to be a good boyfriend or partner. Yeah, I bought a house without talking to you first, but I wanted it to be a surprise and I thought our relationship was ready for that type of surprise.” He was now standing in front of me, towering over my much shorter frame.

He intertwined his fingers with mine, “You are the only girl I ever want to be with. You’re the only girl I ever think about. I want you to move in with me and be there when I get back from tour. I want to wake up next to you every morning or afternoon or whenever we decide to get up.” I couldn’t help but chuckle as a tear trailed down my face. “Please-“ He brought my hand up to his lips, kissing the back of my hand. “Caroline, please move in with me.”

I remained silent, staring into his eyes, so many thoughts running through my head. “Okay.”

Looking back, I really should have thought more on that decision….

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Is There Love on Mars? (Iwan Rheon!Mick Mars x Reader)

Requested: Anon! 

“I have a request, could you please do reader drunkenly confessing to Mick and him taking care of her the rest of the night and them getting together after ❤️ I absolutely love Mick and I'd love to see your take on it if possible”

Note: The Mick request is finally here! Writing for Mick is honestly so much fun and I’m super thankful that you requested this. I hope this is what you had in mind!

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 By the time you were finally able to arrive to the show’s afterparty, it was already in full swing. As a bartender from the venue, it wasn’t often that you got invited to hang with the bands who played while you worked. Mötley Crüe, however, was an exception. The boys were back in town after a long tour, and they’d be damned if they weren’t going to invite their favorite bartender out.  

 When you first met, the boys had been regulars just like everyone else– a group of scruffy punks looking to start a band that would take over the world. The usual L.A. stuff. Really you hadn’t thought much of them, and appreciated the fact that they would come around every so often just to see you. The three boys flirted relentlessly, always claiming that they would remember you when they finally got a guitarist and became big rock stars.

 Much to your amazement, they actually did. When the boys finally found a guitar player, the first thing they did was come to your bar to celebrate. Considering Tommy and Vince were still teenagers, and Nikki in his early twenties, you were surprised to see them dragging along a slightly older guy with shaggy black hair and a bored expression. Of all of the band guys and aspiring musicians you had met during your time behind the bar, you had never seen a guy quite like this one. Tommy introduced him to you as Mick Mars– a name that quickly rolls off the tongue. A name you wouldn’t mind saying over and over again.

 As the night went on, Tommy, Vince, and Nikki eventually ended up getting jerked out of the venue for causing a brawl in the middle of the dancefloor. You figured that Mick would end up leaving with them, but instead he took a seat in front of you at the bar. That was the night the two of you started talking. He had been reluctant to hold a conversation at first, but after realizing you had no interest in the mainstream trends, he quickly warmed up to you. The two of you had talked about everything from your favorite music to your most embarrassing childhood memories. You eventually learned that Mick wasn’t as cold as he seemed around the other guys, he just cared about his craft so much that the rockstar lifestyle didn’t interest him in the same way.

 Mick wasn’t like all the other wannabe rockstars that rolled in and out of the club every night, in fact, he was the opposite. He was all talent and no talk rather than the other way around. With Mick being the missing link, Mötley Crüe became a reality. Pretty soon the boys weren’t just visiting you at the bar, but playing the actual venue. Unlike everyone else, you weren’t shocked to find that Mötely Crüe was dramatically breaking the mold. The three younger members already had the drive to do something amazing, all they needed was a guy like Mick to balance them out.

 With Mötley Crüe becoming increasingly more popular, you ended up seeing the boys less and less. Although you missed their chaotic visits and flirtatious banter, you found yourself missing their shy guitarist most of all. Unfortunately, you didn’t realize your feelings for Mick were becoming more than platonic until it was too late. When you caught the news from Nikki that Mötely Crüe was embarking on a six month tour, it felt like an icy stab to your gut.

 That night, Mick had stayed with you long after all the leathered up punks had left, offering kindly to walk you home when you’d finished closing up shop. The walk home had been pleasant, and you did your best to pretend that this wasn’t going to be the last time you’d see him. Obviously he wouldn’t be gone forever, but it was difficult for you to believe that he’d actually remember you after seeing what the rest of the country had to offer someone with his level of talent.

 When it had been finally time to go inside, you noticed a softness in Mick’s eyes that he only seemed to reserve for your late nights and long conversations. You wanted to invite him inside, but felt it was too risky. Not only were you unsure if he felt the same way, but you felt as though he deserved better than to have a bartender holding him back.

 For the following six months, you deeply regretted not suggesting that Mick come inside. The longer he was away, the more you discovered that Mick was truly irreplaceable. When your boss had told you that the Crüe boys would be returning to L.A. to play a homecoming show after their tour, you were over the moon with excitement. You vowed that, no matter what happened, you would tell Mick about your feelings. The way you saw it, you pretty much had nothing to lose– he would reject you, go back on tour, and you could try to forget it ever happened. Simple as that.

 Except that, now, as you step onto the law of the house where the afterparty is being held, it feels a lot more complicated than that. You wade through the small crowd of partygoers gathering on the lawn and step tenatatively through the front entrance. The place is teeming with band groupies and musicians, each pining hopelessly for the attention of the Mötley Crüe boys.

 As you scan the living room’s smokey haze for a familiar face, a loud and enthusiastic voice calls to you from the kitchen.

 “Hey Y/N! We thought you’d never show!” Tommy beams from behind the kitchen counter, holding a bottle of Jack Daniel’s up to the ceiling triumphantly.

 Nikki gives you a wry smile as you approach the terror twins, holding a glass of whiskey in your direction. “Straight up– just how you like it, boss,” he winks.

 “You’re too much,” you chuckle, feeling grateful that things still felt normal between you and the guys despite their newfound fame. “Where’s Vince?”

 “Oh you know, just getting to know some of the fans,” Nikki replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

 It was no secret that Vince had always been distracted by whatever was bright and shiny, especially if the glittering object of his obsession happened to be a pretty woman. Tommy and Nikki were no exception to going crazy over any girl with a pulse, but they liked to at least break in the evening a little more first.

 “Aren’t you gonna ask about someone else?” Tommy shoves your shoulder with a large hand, looking like the cat that swallowed the canary.

 Eyes wide, you nearly choke on a sip of neat whiskey. The alcohol burns almost as much as your face does at Tommy’s question. How the fuck does he know?

 “Oh, you mean Mick?” you ask, trying your best to play it as dumb as humanly possible. Nikki and Tommy exchange an incredulous look– apparently your acting isn’t as good as you initially hoped.

 “Yeah nice try, Y/N,” Nikki taunts, “we might be a bunch of morons, but we aren’t that stupid.”

 “Speak for yourself, Nik,” Tommy snorts, apparently not feeling too keen on being called a moron. Although, you’d argue he probably deserves that title the most.  

 Nikki bulldozes over Tommy’s concern and continues to grill you about Mick. “Anyways, we’d noticed that Mick had been a particularly mean bastard all tour–”

 “And we figured it’s because he misses you!” Tommy finishes, in true twin fashion.

 “Oh yeah? And what makes you think I missed him, huh?” you challenge, refusing to believe that it looked like anything had been going on between you and Mick. You certainly want there to be, but there’s no way he actually feels the same way, right?

 Tommy and Nikki instantly burst into a fit of laughter, holding each other like two schoolboys and gasping for air. You down the rest of the whiskey in your glass to keep from completely losing your fucking mind. If you don’t keep yourself occupied somehow, you just know you’ll end up punching on of them in the throat.

 “You’ve–you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Nikki pants, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.

 Tommy refills your glass as a form of a peace offering. “Isn’t is obvious, Y/N? You two aliens are totally fucking in love. I know it when I see it.”

 You consider your options, reminding yourself that you had, in fact, made an internal promise that you would tell Mick how you felt– no matter what the outcome may be. There’s a possibility that if you tell Nikki and Tommy the truth, maybe they could help you. The prospect of Mick actually reciprocating your feelings becomes far too enticing, and you find yourself relenting before you can even give the matter a second thought.

 “Okay,” you begin, eyeing the boys carefully, “say I was, ya know, in love or whatever . . . how would I tell him?”

 “Yes!” Tommy exclaims, jumping into the air with both fists raised victoriously, “I knew it, I fucking knew it!

 Nikki high-fives Tommy and sticks his head around the corner and into the hallway. “Hey Vince! You owe us 100 bucks!”

 Your mouth falls open in complete and utter astonishment. “Vince, too?!”

 “Hell yeah, dude,” Tommy shrugs, “We’ve been betting on it since we brought Mick around to the bar. You’re both clearly Martians.”

 “You motherfuckers,” you hiss, “does Mick know?”

“Oh of course not,” Tommy raises his hands defensively, not really knowing how to handle your frustration, “Mick may be a smart guy, but he wouldn’t know a pretty girl flirting with him if it smacked him in the face.”

“He ignores us, mostly,” Nikki adds.

 “What the fuck am I going to do now?” you groan, truly believing that this may be one of the most humiliating nights of your adult life.

 “You have to tell him!” Tommy insists, practically shaking your shoulders with urgency. “If you don’t we will.”

 “You honestly can’t be sure he’s even interested in me! Like you said, he ignores you guys.”

 Nikki looks at you, his eyes sparkling with a deviousness that you’re all to familiar with. “I have an idea . . . how about you party with us tonight, and if you can keep up, we won’t say a word. It’ll be your choice.”

 Tommy opens his mouth to protest Nikki’s offer, but Nikki elbows him hard in the stomach. Keep up with Mötley Crüe? You’re a bartender, so it’s obvious that you can hold your liquor pretty well, but drinking with the boys felt like self-assured destruction. On the other hand, you wanted to be the one to tell Mick and you desperately didn’t want these loudmouths to jeopardize your chances even more.

 “Deal,” you say, not allowing yourself another moment to second-guess your decision.

 “Let’s get this party started,” Nikki proclaims, grinning wickedly.

 Looking back, deciding to drink alongside the two wildest members of Mötely Crüe was a bad idea. They say hindsight is 20/20, and now that you’re six drinks and two shots in, you’re really starting to feel the consequence of your stupidity manifesting in your sluggish movements and watery vision. Regardless of Nikki’s obvious scheme to sabotage your ability to make good choices, the boys seem to be happy having you out from behind the bar for once. You had been so used to seeing them at work that you nearly forgot that the Crüe boys had become actual friends.

 As a part of your penance for agreeing to drink with Nikki and Tommy, they had ended up dragging you out to backyard to build a makeshift bonfire with some other scrappy musicians from their tour. While the boys are occupied, you see it in your best interest to go inside and get some water. The night isn’t even close to being over, and if you are expected to hold your own against the terror twins you might as well try to increase your chances.

 The walk to the kitchen is treacherous, to say the least. Walking around on the verge of being absolutely wasted is definitely an activity you found yourself being deeply out of practice in. As you eventually round the corner to step into the hallway, your body rams into another person accidentally.

 “Oh my god, I am so sorry–” you start apologizing profusely, but are stopped dead by a familiar, glacial stare. Mick Mars is standing in front of you and, if you were being honest, he looked less than happy.

 “Mick I–I am so fucking sorry I didn’t mean to,” you stumble over your words frantically, wanting to touch his arm but finding yourself afraid he might burn you.

 Suddenly, Mick’s eyes soften with recognition as he realizes who exactly almost knocked him over. “Y/N, what are you doing here? I thought you had to work.”

 You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and propped your unstable form up on the wall next to him, allowing all your weight to fall on your shoulder.

 “My, uh, boss let me close out early and, uh–uh I made a deal with Nikki that I would drink with him and Tommy. . .” you trail off, noticing that your drunken brain has already given away far too much.

 “A deal? A deal for what?” Mick raises an eyebrow inquisitively, clearly untrusting of his bandmates’ motives. “You know, you don’t have to do anything those idiots–”

 “No!” you practically shout, unable to control the volume of your voice, “It’s nothing, er, nothing like that– actually, I should probably get going now.”

 Against your better judgment, you turn to exit and end up spinning around far too quickly for your impaired motor skills to catch up with your brain. Stumbling forward, you fall to the carpet in a heap of regret and humiliation.

 “That’s it,” Mick sighs, “you’re coming with me.”

 Mick takes you by both of your wrists and hoists you up off the ground and onto your feet. You hiss under your breath as you notice the rugburns forming on the knobs of your knees, not remembering falling quite that hard. Mick pulls you to his side, throwing your right arm up over his shoulder so he can support you properly.

 In all the time the Crüe boys had visited your bar, you had never gotten this close to Mick. You try to remain calm, but your heartbeat thuds violently in your ears. Eventually, you and Mick end up in the empty bedroom that he’d apparently been hiding out in for the night.

 “Sit,” he says firmly, resting your unsteady body onto the bed. You comply, feeling far too embarrassed and nervous to attempt anything else in your current state of being. Mick mumbles something under his breath and ducks out of the room for a brief moment. Your head is swimming and your feels face is flushed from a night of heavy drinking and acting like a fool in front of, quite possibly, the loveliest man in the world.

 God I am so fucking stupid, you chastise yourself, burying your face in your hands. Your pity party is soon interrupted by the sound of Mick coming back into the room, the music and commotion from the ongoing party leaking in for a brief moment before being shut out once again.

 Mick holds out a glass of water and painkillers for you to take. “For you,” he says, attempting to give you a reassuring smile.

 You accept, feeling more than grateful that Mick isn’t actually mad at you for completely disrupting his night. “M’ sorry,” you mutter, popping the pills into your mouth and gulping down some water.

 “It’s okay,” Mick’s words are sincere and your heart nearly skips a beat as he plops down next to you on the edge of the bed. “But, you have to tell me why Nikki and Tommy were making you do this.”

 You cringe at the hint of hostility that returns to Mick’s voice at the mention of Nikki and Tommy. Sighing, you set the glass of water down on the nightstand beside you and flop backward onto the bed. The springs bounce in protest under your dead weight, and for a moment you hope that they may launch your body through the ceiling and into outer space.

 “If I tell you . . . you’re not gonna be happy.”

 Mick lays down next to you, his movements gentle and calculated. “Try me,” he finally replies, turning his head in your direction.

 “Well, they wanted to tell you something about me but I uh . . .” try as you may, you can’t quite make the words come out like you want them to.

 At last, you turn and face Mick, becoming instantly mesmerized by the man before you. From where you are lying, it seems as though he holds the entire galaxy in his eyes; their depth and beauty equally unfathomable. It could be the alcohol racing anxiously through your bloodstream, but something about the tenderness in Mick’s face tells you that everything is fine. It’s always been fine.

 “I–uh. . .” you try again, still feeling as if you heart might jump right out of your throat and run out the door. “I think I love you.”  

 Mick suddenly gives you a broad smile that you didn’t know he was even capable of, and you find yourself wishing you had the opportunity to put it there every day.

 “I know,” Mick pokes your stomach playfully, sending you into a fit of giggles.

 “Oh come on!” you laugh, “Did everyone know but me?”

 Mick just rolls his eyes affectionately and pulls you to his side. You snuggle into him and rest your head on his chest, taking in a deep breath. His scent is sweet and comforting, like a warm wind at the beginning of autumn.

 “I know I love you,” Mick says, kissing the top of your head.  

 That morning, you awake to the feeling on Mick’s fingers combing gently through your hair. Letting out a hum of satisfaction, you bury your head into the crook of his shoulder, not ready to come back down to earth. You aren’t sure when exactly you’d fallen asleep last night, but felt thankful that Mick had stayed at your side regardless of your drunken behavior.

 “Good morning, you,” Mick continues to pet your head subconsciously, holding you close.

 You are just about to reply, when a sharp pain in your head pierces right through your thoughts and digs directly into your brain. “Jesus fucking Christ,” you hiss, using your free arm to grab at the side of your head protectively.

 “Not quite, but your close,” Mick chuckles, unable to resist the opportunity to tease you after the stunt you pulled the night before.

 You roll your body on top of Mick’s in protest, doing you best to crush him beneath your weight. “You’re so much hotter when you don’t talk,” you bite back, recalling all the times you and Mick would tease each other during your long nights at the bar.

 Rolling atop of Mick put you only a few inches away from his face, making your heart stop as your eyes made contact with his. As you stare at Mick, you notice the way that his eyes begin to wander towards your lips as a subtle flush of pink colors his pale cheeks.

 Realizing this is your moment, you gingerly lean in and allow your lips to meet his. Mick kisses you back, the movements of his mouth hesitant and shy as both your hearts pound audibly against one another. You can help but smile into the kiss, feeling delighted in the fact that you could make Mick just as nervous as he makes you.

 When the both of you finally separate, Mick is gazing up at you as if you were the one responsible for the sunrise that morning.

 “So, what happens now?” you ask, already having a pretty good idea of what the both of you want.

 Mick smiles wistfully, “I guess we fly off to Mars.”

 Grinning back, you pull Mick into another kiss, feeling the happiest you had ever been in your life. If you and Mick ever end up leaving this bedroom– you’d have to thank Nikki.

Masterlist

[propertyofnikkisthighs]

Sure Feels Right Ch. 4

Taglist: @hllywdwhre, @xxkellsvixen19xx

Warnings: Soft smut 👀

2019

It had been a few days since the ‘cuddle puddle’ incident and everything was still very much the same, and yet things were different between Lux and them. Colson would look at her with softer eyes and would sometimes just reach out and touch her lightly while he was talking or doing things and then would retract his hand and go about his business. Rook would lean on her or want his hair played with if they were sitting next to each other and he wanted to spend more time with her, which she thought was impossible considering they were on a tour bus together, but here she sat watching him and Slim battle each other in the newest mortal kombat.

“Rook can I puh-lease borrow Lux now?” Casie pleaded from the entry to the back of the bus. She had joined them last night for a few shows and Lux was grateful because it meant the boys were on their best behavior. “She promised to paint my nails and we all know she truly doesn’t care about watching you guys play this game.”

Lux chuckled at the put out expression on Rook’s face and pat him on the knee. “Here I come Casie.” she said getting off the couch slightly appreciative of Casie intervening. Casie grabbed the small container with different polish in it from Lux’s bunk as they made their way to the small table.

“Okay what color would you like? I have red, dark blue, black, yellow, purple, and green with glitter in it.” Lux presented the different bottles of polish as she named the colors.

“Ooh yellow! Then I can wear the dress I have with the sunflowers on it to the show tonight” Casie bounced with excitement in her seat. In so many ways she was exactly like Colson.

“So are you excited to be out of school for the summer?” Lux asked getting started on the young girl’s nails.

“School isn’t terrible, but I like being able to go on tour with Dad. The tour bus is fun.” Casie smiled and looked at her yellow fingers before blowing on them gently while Lux started on the second hand. “Yellow was a great choice.”

“Well if it isn’t two of my favorite ladies” Colson spoke through a yawn before leaning down to kiss Casie on the top of her head. He walked over and repeated the action to the top of Lux’s head and went to go make coffee as if it were nothing. Lux had briefly stopped her actions and could feel her ears growing red. He had never done that before.

“Dad look Lux is painting my nails to match the dress Aunt Ash bought for me!” Casie seemed to be ignoring the blatant display of affection Colson had bestowed upon Lux. She was beaming with so much happiness Colson felt his heart clench at the sight before him. Lux was so good to his little girl.

“Yeah Lux is almost as cool as your dad” He smirked sipping his coffee.

“Well you should let her paint your nails then too Dad. That would be very cool of you” Casie had Colson’s smirk as if it had been copied and pasted onto her face.

“Is that supposed to be a challenge Casie? I’ve let you paint my nails.” He squeezed in next to her and they both stuck their tongues out at each other. They were so alike in many ways.

“Blow and don’t touch anything until the top coat dries” Lux instructed and grabbed the polish she knew he would want for his nails, black. She was gonna use the yellow for his middle finger so he matched Casie but Casie stopped her.

“Wait!” She carefully pushed the purple towards Lux “For the middle finger since most of the show is black and purple themed for the album colors” Casie was probably a genius. Lux finished both of their nails and applied a clear coat to top it off for the both of them when Rook and Slim came out of the back and Casie instructed that they also needed their nails done to match. So Rook ended up with black nails and Slim ended up with dark blue nails and neither were too excited about that, but nobody was about to tell Casie no. The good part about Lux having to paint everybody’s nails was that the time went by much quicker and it wasn’t long until they were setting up for the show.

The show went without a hitch and Colson pulled Casie on stage for a few songs and she tried to pull Lux, but she was too fast and got away. She preferred the side stage anyway. 

“The show was so kick ass!” Lux yelled practically pouncing on Rook the moment he made his way to her. He picked her up in a hug and spun them both around before he placed her on her feet again. The post show adrenaline could be felt through all of them which meant the boys would probably rough house later if Casie didn’t scold them. Colson tossed Lux over his shoulder and made his way towards the bus before she could comment more on the show.

“Colson! I’m wearing a skirt!” Lux tried to wiggle her skirt back down some, but it was no use, she could feel the breeze.

“Stop wiggling or you’ll make the skirt ride up more.” Colson replied matter of factly and placed his other hand over her butt to block the view. Lux felt her face heat up and was glad Colson couldn’t see her redness from his position. Rook was following behind them with Casie on his back pointing and laughing at Lux. This was embarrassing.

In all honesty, Colson didn’t NEED to block Lux’s ass, there was nobody in front of them that would be able to see anything. He told himself he was doing it to ease her mind, but really he just wanted to be able to touch more of her. Seeing her with Casie was increasing his want to touch her and be touched by her and so, he was covering her ass. Lord help him.

2018

Lux came up for air panting wildly, lipstick smudged, cheeks flushed, and a grin that could split her face in half. The girl in front of her was a mirror for how she looked minus the giant grin. Fuck she loved New Orleans. When Ash said they got to visit Colson while he was filming the Motley Crue movie she hadn’t expected to get to party like this, she should have known better with Colson involved. Colson was playing Tommy Lee (who Lux also got to meet with Nikki Sixx on set and she almost died) and she was positive everyone knew they couldn’t have found a better person to play Tommy. He had dragged her, Rook, Douglas, and Daniel to a strip club, well dragged wasn’t the right word because all of them wanted to go; but he had the idea first. That was how Lux had found herself in the private booth making out with one of the strippers while the boys watched.

“Holy shit” Douglas was the first to break the silence. He was cute with his hair a bit messy from his wig and his eyeliner still on from today’s shoot. It gave Lux butterflies.

“See didn’t I tell you she was amazing?” Colson beamed her way. He was always proud when she did what he had dubbed  “Colson like behavior”.

“I think she’s damn near wife material.” Daniel cooed putting a hand on her shoulder. Colson had told Lux that the director wanted the boys to really get into their roles and Daniel seemed to be practicing his Vince Neil charm on many of the ladies tonight. He and Colson were even wearing matching shirts that were open to show their (incredible) abs. Her mouth was getting dry thinking about it too much so she grabbed the shot Daniel had in his hand and took it with a wink.

“No offence Colson, but I think want to hang out with Lux now. She may be the coolest person here.” Douglas laughed.

“Dougie, I would eat you alive.” Lux smirked at him over her shoulder. If she played her cards right she would get to mark fucking a british guy off of her fuck-it list (bucket list). Perhaps Douglas was feeling bolder from playing Nikki Sixx and he was leaning into his role, or maybe it was all the shots they had done, but something had him wanting to act more impulsively around Lux.

He leaned down inches from her face and whispered “I think if anyone is eating somebody tonight I’d rather it be me to you.”

Lux almost had to clench her legs shut and kept looking between his eyes and his lips before he curled his mouth into what was becoming a signature smirk for him. He leaned away and sipped his drink still smirking while Lux tried to collect her thoughts. She was damn near ready to grab Douglas’ hand and physically drag him to her hotel room. Colson kept flashing his eyes between the two in confusion looking a little miffed, so Lux decided to help improve his night. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and found one of the dancers whom Colson had been making eyes at all night.

“Can you go give a private dance to my friend there in the private booth?” Lux gestured with her head “You can’t miss him he’s the pretty blonde with all the tattoos” She slipped the girl some money after she nodded having seen who Lux was referencing. Lux watched as the dancer approached Colson and pulled him into a different private room for his dance mentally high fiving herself when she saw his excited expression. Now to get Douglas and get him out of here.

Colson had to hand it to Lux, she really fucking knew his type. The dance had been beautiful torture, but he worked enough charm and magic and knew she’d come to his room tonight. She said her shift was about done and she’d meet him near the bathrooms so they could head out the back door. He was gonna look for Lux to tell her thank you when he noticed her and Douglas were gone. He chuckled to himself and shook his head. She was so like him sometimes.

Colson groaned as the girl bobbed her mouth up and down his length. He would have to thank Lux later. He needed to stop thinking about Lux right now. He tangled his hand in the dark hair of the girl on her knees before him and squeezed his eyes shut. She moaned around him in her mouth and he practically died on the spot. If she kept this up he wouldn’t last long. She pushed as much of him as she could fit and worked the rest with her hand. He threw his head back and panted unable to stop a small moan that bubbled in his chest. Fuck he loved New Orleans.

Lux was wincing from the knob of the cabinet being pressed into her back, but she refused to stop Douglas from what he was doing with his fingers. A broken moan escaped her lips before his crashed down onto hers. The kiss was hungry and needy matching everything Lux felt as she bucked her hips up to meet the pace of his fingers. She briefly heard a loud moan in the next room over and almost regret her decision to go back to Doug’s room instead, but her thought on the matter was cut short by Douglas lifting her off the counter and carrying her to the bed. She needed to shut out the thoughts of Colson, even if hearing his headboard hit the wall was a bit painful on her heart. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the man removing her shirt to kiss down her body. He kissed her hard again and they scrambled to remove the remaining bits of their clothing. Douglas fixed her with a smug grin and lightly pushed her to down to lay against the mattress as he made his way down her body again. He was stopping to bite and suck on parts of her body and she knew she would resemble a leopard tomorrow. Douglas positioned himself between her legs and nipped at her inner thighs looking up into her eyes.

“Now I believe we discussed the finer points of eating earlier, right?” Douglas smirked and before Lux could respond he had his face between her legs. Her hand found her way into his hair as breathless moans filled the air. Fuck she loved New Orleans.