#MORNING BABE????????? his ass is not even trying to beat the allegations

[volleyball-dontknowher]

Caught

Words: 2.5ish 

Warnings: Kissing

Characters: Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa, Akaashi, Terushima (all separate) 

Summary: You are caught making out/sneaking out by your older brother for your boyfriend 

Requests are open!

A/N this is my first time writing for Terushima so please let me know what you guys think and sorry if he’s a little ooc 

You and Kuroo had been dating for what felt like forever both to the two of you and to everyone else. You both were into the same things and you love getting to watch the team play, the only problem was that your older brother was an alum of Nekoma and came back to help coach the players to nationals so now you had to dodge your older brother while still trying to see your boyfriend. This was a simple problem with a simple solution, you two would make out on the backside of the locker room before he had to go to practice then you would go to his house and continue to hang out after practice. Your brother knew that the two of you were dating but you never showed any form of affection towards each other around him because you didn’t want Kuroo to get in trouble or to have things harder on him during practice (your brother was evil like that and totally would do something like that let’s be real). 

Kuroo

SO today was like any other day and you and Kuroo were going to meet fifteen minutes before practice started to make out for a few minutes because you went home and he was able to get in the gym a few minutes early to lead stretches. It was something you were good at, knowing exactly how long the fie minutes had been and saying your goodbyes after that and going your separate ways after that. You beat him to your spot and wait on your phone until you hear a figure rounding a corner. 

“Y/N?” Oh shit, that was your brother what were you going to say to him, luckily the first locker room was only a couple of feet behind the back of the boys so you say that you are waiting for a friend and quickly text Kuroo to abandon the mission. Your brother was suspicious fo your answer but accepts it. 

“What are you doing back here?” you ask him. 

“I was just uh-” he stutters, “don’t worry about it.” 

Right at that moment, Kuroo rounds the corner and makes eye contact with you and then your brother.

“Hey,” you smile at him meekly. 

“Heyyy,” he says confused as to what’s happening here and you can’t help but try and cover it up. 

“What the hell are you doing here,” your brother asks the two of you clearly suspicious of your actions, and when you both start saying different things he knows exactly what was about to happen. He just looks at the two of you and laughs before telling you two to have fun. Right as he is about to run the corner he turns back to Kuroo and smiles, “looks like we’re running an extra mile today,” before turning and going to the gym. 

You couldn’t help but look at Kuroo with the most defeated look he’s ever seen, “I’m so sorry I texted you and I guess you didn’t get it, that’s my fault I am so sorry,” you apologize sadly. 

HE just looks at you and grins before waking up to you and cupping your face in his hands and kissing you hard. 

Akaashi 

“If I’m going to run the extra mile for you then you better kiss me enough to make up for it.” You definitely kiss him enough to make up for it then after practice you go to his house and kiss him even more.

Holy shit. You forgot that your brother was home from college, he finished classes this morning and came by to spend the break at home instead of in his stuffy dorm. 

You had strict parents, like really strict parents, you weren’t often able to go out and see your regular friends, let alone your boyfriend of almost a year. It wasn’t uncommon for you to sneak out of the house after school while your parents were at work to spend some time with Akaashi, he would always be a gentleman and would pick you up at the door and enjoy the couple of hours he spent with you before you had to go home and pretend to have been doing other things. It was something neither of you necessarily liked but it was something you’d learned to deal with. Today was the end of classes for the semester and you both walked to your house so you could get changed before you went on a celebration date. You walked up to the door and had Akaashi wait outside for the two minutes it took for you to get changed.

“Umm Y/N who’s the guy standing outside of our door?” 

“Is that your boyfriend?” he asks, eyes narrowing in on you. 

“Yes, he is, please don’t tell mom,” you frantically say. 

“Invite him in.” 

“What is he doing standing outside of our house,” your brother says looking at you stupidly, “what are you guys doing?”

“We’re going to go celebrate the break” 

“About what?!?” you whisper shout at him. 

“What?”

“Yeah, it’s hot outside, let him be in the AC before you go. I would also like to talk to him.”

“Don’t worry about it, invite him in or I’m telling mom.” 

“Fine.” you huff before going to the door and telling Akaashi your brother wants to meet him. 

You go finish getting dressed before you go out to see your brother holding up a casual conversation with Akaashi and was that a smile you just saw??

You don’t think about it for too long before you tell him you’re ready to go and you wave your brother goodbye as he tells the two of you to have fun, but not too much fun. The two of you go out and have a really cute date together before Akaashi walks you back home hand in hand. When you walk up to the door you give him a quick goodbye kiss before heading inside. 

“I like him.”

“What?” you turn and look at your brother confused.

“Yeah, I’m the oldest so anyone I say I like they automatically like too. Especially that whole older protective brother thing. Besides, I gave him quite the talk so he knows exactly what I’ll do if he fucks this up. Don’t ask questions okay.” 

“He wasn’t nervous or weird with me, I like him, bring him around more and I’ll get mom and dad to like him too.”

“WHAT?”

Oikawa 

“Oh um okay,” you say confused, but you’re happy that your brother likes Akaashi at least. 

The great king had a reputation outside of his amazing volleyball one, he was known to be a ladies man and to flirt with everyone that moved, even your brother who graduated when you were a first-year had no heard rumors of the alleged “great king’ and his mishaps. Lucky for you your brother was pretty understanding and was nice to you when you said that you had started dating Oikawa and gave you the standard be careful talk, but after the two of you had been together for six months he was more relaxed with the two of you. Now you had been together over a year and your brother trusts the two of you to do whatever in your room as long as the door is closed. 

You and Oikawa were in your room alone sitting together on the bed making out, you were sitting straddling his lap and raking your fingers through his hair while his hands grab your butt as his tongue slides into your mouth as you lean into his chest and deepen the kiss. One thing leads to another and he is now shirtless with you pinned under him making out with your arms wrapped around his shoulders. 

*knock knock* “Hey Y/N...WHAT THE HELL” 

“NO WHAT THE HELL TO YOU, WHEN YOU KNOCK YOU SHOULD WAIT UNTIL THE PERSON SAYS COME IN.” 

“I DIDN’T THINK THAT WOULD BE HAPPENING” he shouts at you while Oikawa quickly puts his shirt back on and avoids your brother’s gaze. 

After a second he looked back at the two of you angrily, “what the hell were you two doing?”

“Shut up we were just kissing, nothing else now what did you come in here to say?” you snap back. 

“Okay okay shut up shut up please,” he leaves your room faster than he came embarrassed. 

“Just kissing my ass, but I was going to ask what kind of pizza the two of you wanted,” he snorts out.

“Ham and pineapple for both of us please, and it’s better than what you were doing with your girlfriend last week, maybe you were gaming but she was-” 

Bokuto 

For the rest of the night Oikawa couldn’t make eye contact with you or your brother and barely gave you a kiss goodbye because he was mortified that he had walked in on the two of you. 

You see Bokuto’s name pop up on your screen with a typical message from your boyfriend,

B: Hey babe, are you up? ❤️😉

Y/N: Yeah, what’s up? You reply smiling at your phone.

B: Want to go get food with me? I’m starving and I’ll pay ❤️🥺💕🥣🥢🍦

Y/N: Bokuto, babe, it’s past midnight

B: Pleaseeee 🥺🥺🥺

Y/N: Fine, only because I love you 

B: Yayyyyyy ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

B: Meet me at our spot in 20 😁❤️

Oh gosh, what did you just agree to? You now had twenty minutes to get dressed and figure out a way to sneak out of your house, which shouldn’t be that hard everyone should be asleep at this time and you were going to be back before anyone would wake up so it should be pretty easy to go get food with him and besides if anyone asks you couldn’t sleep and went for a walk. You threw on legging and one of Bokuto’s giant hoodies before slipping on some sneakers and slowly open your door. After glancing down the hall you are relieved to see that the coast is clear and that you are able to go see Bokuto after all. You slowly creep your way down the hallway and right as your hand touches the doorknob you hear a voice behind you. 

“Y/N what are you doing?” your brother asks while walking out of the kitchen. 

“I’m going to get ramen and ice cream with Bokuto,” you sheepishly grin at him. 

“Oh really?” your brother questions, “If that’s the care then get me something and I’ll call it even.” 

“What?” 

“Easy, you get me food and I don’t tell mom and dad that you snuck out, I’ll even give you money, I’m hungry too.” 

“Really?” 

“Hell yes, we only have leftover chicken and vegetables, I want some real food.” You nod in agreement, that was half of the reason you agreed to go with Bokuto in the first place. Your brother goes to his room and grabs a few dollars for you and hands them to you while telling you what he wanted. 

Terushima 

“And make sure that you don’t bring me home cold food, I’ll be pissed then,” he smiles at you. Secretly your brother loves Bokuto because the two of them game together and Bokuto is the first guy he has ever approved of, not to mention the fact that he snuck his girlfriend into the house last week, this is only fair. 

You and Terushima had been dating for a few months now but the two of you decided to keep it on the down-low so that no one could have a say in your relationship, especially not your older brother. You were a first-year and Terushima and your brother were both third-years and well let’s just say Terushima doesn’t have a great reputation for drinking his respecting women juice. He was the school’s bad boy and your brother had warned you to stay away from someone like him, so what did you do? You went and started dating him and then actually caught feelings for the one guy you were supposed to stay away from. You couldn’t help how your heart fluttered when you were around him, he was easy going, romantic and not to mention gorgeous and you were hooked. Lucky for you he felt the same way about you and the two of you hit it off so well, you would go out on dates or even just hang out at his house after school. Your brother was away on a basketball trip and so you and Terushima decided to spend the day at your house, lazily playing video games and making out with each other. Unbeknownst to you, your brother had gotten home early and when he opened the door he was completely in shock. 

“Y/N WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING??” he shouts at you. 

You look at him in horror, he was standing in the doorway and had seen you straddling Terushima’s lap while hardcore making out with him. “Um hi welcome home,” you smile at him trying to lighten the mood. 

“What is he doing here?” 

“Oh...um…” 

“I’m her boyfriend and we are spending the day together,” Terushima smiles at your brother before pushing you off his lap and standing up, he outstretches and hand and smiles even bigger, “I am Yuji Terushima and I am your future brother-in-law.” 

“Like hell you are, no way are you dating my sister and making out with her in my house, just leave,” your brother shouts furiously. 

“I guess it is getting late, I will go and see you tomorrow Y/N,” Terushima winks before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door. 

“Y/N I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM MEN LIKE THAT!” 

“I tried to but he just is so sweet to me, he brought me these flowers and treats me well. He also walks me home and helps me study, I promise he’s not like he is at school,” you pout with the most irresistible puppy eyes. 

“Whatever, literally whatever Y/N, if you like him that’s your choice but I swear if I have to see my little sister making out with him one more time you are both dead.”

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Gateway Drug | Part Sixty-Seven

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"Vivian, c'mon." Fred pleads, as I grip the headboard of the hotel bed as he tugs at my ankles. 

"I'm not talking to that freaking reporter." I protest.

"Vivian."

"Rolling Stone can suck my clit." I argue back, trying to maintain my grip.

"Vivian, you are acting like a crazy person." 

"I'm pretty sane compared to the other motherfuckers." I wince, my joint in my ankle popping. 

"It's not gonna be that bad, Viv--"

"--He's gonna ask about Vanity."

"So, let him, you and Nikki already know how to handle the Vanity questions." He insists. "We spent an hour going over it yesterday." 

"Fred, I can't."

"Viv, babe, c'mon, now. Please." He begs again. "For me, please." 

I think about it for a moment, before letting go of the head board, gaining a relieved sigh from him. 

"Thank you." He tells me as I pull my heels on and smooth my hair over. 

The nightmare of that freaking Rolling Stone journalist following us around for days, picking and prodding, was everything everybody thought it would be. Possibly the deepest question he asked, about the actual craft of Mötley Crüe's talent, was, "so how is the amount of chicks you guys fuck incorporated into the songs?"

As if they would even answer that honestly being that three of them were married and one of the three had a toddler at home with his wife.

And I was particularly annoyed because me and Nikki had to act like the most in love people in the world to debunk the Vanity bullshit.

I hold my breath the second the question leaves his lips, but nobody can trip up on the inevitable topic that we knew would come up at some point. 

Nikki's clearing his throat to cover the pause after "so, obviously there's buzz going on about the bombshell Vanity dropped on the Arsenio Hall Show" leaves Cal, our reporter's, lips.

"That whole thing was just...bullshit." Nikki tells him, laughing it off, looking at me.

I laugh along, too, although we both know it's the farthest thing from funny. 

"I heard it was a 'misunderstanding' or something like that." Cal adds. 

"It's not really hard to have misunderstandings with her, honestly." Nikki admits, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. 

"So, there was never an engagement?"

"I think she's let Hollywood get straight to her head." Nikki tells him. "I'm not trying to be an ass but that really put us," he motions between himself and I, "in a really fucked position for a couple days because obviously you hear one of your girlfriends say, you know, 'hey, I'm engaged to so-n-so', and you're married to 'so-n-so', and then have that added stigma about guys like your husband not being able to commit because all the girls around and everything…" He trails off. "And, look, I'm not upset that Vivian was thinking there could've been some truth to it, ya know? But even after Viv realized it was all shit, it was all out there and people were--and still probably are--thinking that it's true. So the media is constantly, wherever we go, asking about my 'alleged' engagement and if we're still even married or got divorced a while ago and so on. And I could give a fuck about public scrutiny, myself, because I knew what I was signing up for when I started a band. I took everything into consideration, but she didn't sign up for people calling her 'stupid' and looking at her to do something, when Vanity--who has no idea what the fuck she's saying or how heavy the allegations she's throwing around are--convinces people that she's engaged to me." Nikki goes on. 

"So, Vanity was lying?"

"Vanity was lying." Nikki shrugs. 

"You opened up a little bit earlier about your past struggles with heroin--you didn't accidentally propose to her when--"

"Write this down word for word, and put it as the fucking cover quote if you want to: I, Nikki Sixx, would have to be on a high dose of pure horse tranquilizer in order to be so fucked that I'd willingly propose, or agree to get married, to Vanity." Nikki says matter-of-fact. "And that's married or single." 

I felt horrible. I wasn't happy with Vanity, I was livid with her...but I knew what it felt like to feel crazy as a result of Nikki switching the story. The drugs were already taunting her sanity, and we just fucking added to it by saying something--that so obviously happened--never happened.

We were both so full of shit.

I let out a breath as I we get off the bus when we reach the venue, needing to get away from Cal and Nikki's lies for a couple minutes. 

I catch up to Mick and Emi, who're having a conversation, Emi's girlish giggling has me raising a brow, and I feel someone tap on my shoulder. 

Tansy. 

"Fuck off." I snap at her and she looks like she's going to cry. 

"Vi--"

"--You knew she was fucking him, and then protected them by keeping it from me. Fuck. Off." I clench through my teeth. 

This is enough to get her off my back as we head inside, as Emi let's out more laughter. 

Mick and Emi--who had a husband of 6 months back home--were growing closer and closer, oddly enough. I kind of knew something was up, but of course I never told anyone. I knew Nikki would give them hell for it, especially Mick, since he specifically told him, Tommy and Vince when they hired Donna and Emi, not to sleep with them/have a relationship with any of them because, "you don't shit in your own yard." 

So I kept my mouth shut, but Nikki and the guys eventually caught on to what was happening, anyway, and he and Tommy set loose a wrath on them any chance they felt like it.

I keep my expression neutral as the guys make their way by to go on once Doc tells them it's time. 

I avert my gaze from Nikki when he walks by,  being that Cal isn't even paying attention. 

But Nikki ensures the upkeep of our facade--his hand grasping my jaw, not enough to hurt, but enough to get my attention, as he presses a solid, passionate, knee-weakening kiss on my lips. 

When he's pulling away, he looks like he wasn't quite expecting it to be that good, but he's brushing it off in no time, giving me a smirk and a wink before grabbing his bass from his tech and getting where he needs to be for set, leaving me stunned in my spot. 

Once I snap out of my little trance, I’m going to the bathroom to fix my smudged lipstick.

I let out a heavy breath as I look at myself in the mirror, taking deep breaths. “He cheated on you.” I tell myself. “He lied, he slept with one of your friends, and he cheated on  you.” I repeat, trying to hammer my level head back into place as opposed to letting it run wild with fantasies over stupid little kiss...which is easier said than done.

As I’m stepping out of the bathroom, I’m running smack-dab into Sparkie, and I roll my eyes at his mere presence.

“Sorry.” I mumble, stepping by him, only to hear him walking behind me. 

“So, I’ve been thinking…” He starts and I exhale deeply, ignoring him, until he’s grabbing at my wrist, stopping me. “...I was gonna offer you a belated anniversary present but I guess you aren’t interested.” He states, dead, sunken in eyes cutting at me. 

“I’m not interested. Fuck off.” I hiss.

“You weren’t whistling that note last night.” He echoes and I snap around, shushing him so the people around us won’t hear what else he’s about to say. He just gets this smug smile on his face.

“Oh, right, I forgot people would flip their shit if they knew Saint Vivian was interested in scoring.” He slyly smiles, his decaying teeth making me grimace. How the hell does Tansy kiss him?

“I wasn’t interested in scoring--”

“--Why the hell else would you show up to my room at three in the morning, Viv?” He cuts me short, and I let out a breath. “Unless you wanted to fuck or something…”

“You really are on drugs, huh?” I sarcastically shoot back in reference to him being so insane to think I would actually want to sleep with him. 

“I’ve seen pictures of some cute little tricks you can do.” He says again, his fingers grazing at my cheek.

“Want me to go tell Nikki that?” I ask him--knowing I honestly should because Nikki would probably kill him if Tommy, Vince, or Fred, didn’t beat him to it--and he smiles.

“Sure, why not. It’ll be the perfect conversation starter as to why his precious, purely clean wife was in my hotel room after everybody was passed out.” He whispers, his atrocious breath is purely smoke and alcohol, before he’s rubbing his hand down my stomach, nearly getting between my legs before I force him away from me, controlling my urge to hit him as I turn and walk away. 

There was no way to explain why I went to Sparkie in the middle of the night, without it sounding like I was up to no good--not just because Sparkie is the physical embodiment of “no good”, but because I actually was up to no good.

I wipe more of my tears, dotting cold water from the bathroom sink under my eyes to try to calm the puffiness before grabbing some toilet paper and blowing my nose. 

I can’t fucking sleep, once again.

I dig in my toiletry bag to see if I packed any benadryl to help me sleep...but all I see is my bottle of Nardil.

I roll my jaw and feel frustration fill me before I’m unscrewing the cap and throw the bottle at the mirror, the pills strewing all over the bathroom counter. My hand is swiping against the cold counter, knocking a majority of the pills into the toilet before I’m flushing them.

They’re just a fucking waste of money. I’m realizing now they quit working a while ago, I was just so bombarded with loving Nikki in our perfect little bubble, but now it’s been popped, and I’m crashing down from my codependent high--that was disguised as genuine happiness and the lie that my antidepressant was working--is now gone.

A deep breath leaves my lips and I wipe my tears, again, deciding to just get something to put me to sleep. 

One fucking ambien or quaalude won’t kill me. 

The last place I want to be is pacing in front of Sparkie and Tansy’s room door but here the hell I am. 

I knock on the door, quietly, hoping he isn’t completely smacked out or he won’t come answer.

When the door swings open, he’s in tattered underwear, his bloodshot eyes looking at me, confused.

The bitter smell of burning heroin and coke flows past him into the hallway, cutting at my nose, and I grimace.

“I can’t sleep.” I tell him, quietly. 

“And?”

“I need something to help me sleep.” I explain.

My skin crawls when his eyes snake up my bare legs, his tongue running on the inside of his lips.

“I might have something for you.” He grins. “What’re you willing to give for it, though?”

I’m repulsed by him, but I don’t show my disgust.

“Nikki’s got plenty of money.” I state. “I can pay you back later.” He thinks a moment, before smirking. 

“The satisfaction of giving you your first ‘big girl’ drug is enough.” He says, stepping aside, and I cross my arms and step into the room, seeing Tansy knocked out cold on the bed, her naked body looking like a skeleton.

He’s plopping his suitcase on the bed, opening it, and I feel a sick feeling in my stomach at the sight of insane amounts--in bulk--in coke, heroin--at least two different kinds, judging by what I've seen Nikki with the past few years--and a copious amount of pills. 

I'm eyeing the pills, but when he reaches for a lump of tar, and looks at me deviously, I have to hold back vomit. 

"If you want to hold up the Sixx reputation, I highly recommend this." He says as if it's a fucking joke my husband is strung out. 

My eyes dart from the heroin, to the needles in a ziplock stored in the zipper compartment of the luggage. 

"I just need a pill to help me sleep." I tell him and he holds back laughter before holding his hand up as if telling me to hold on for a second as he goes to Tansy's purse. 

I hear him open a bottle and the rustling of pills, before he's bringing me back a pill and handing it to me.

Seeing it in the light, I realize it's a tylenol. 

"Come back when you're actually fun enough to maybe keep Nikki's eyes from straying." He mocks me and I roll my jaw before throwing the pill across the room and storming out. 

I didn't get any sleep that night.

I shake away at the memory, a single, stray tear rolling down my cheek before I'm quickly swiping it away as "Dancing on Glass" booms from the stage. 

I was so fucking sad. I wish there was a way to describe it that didn't sound so mundane...but that's what it was. Just fucking sadness being suppressed constantly with makeup and a decent smile, knowing I wasn't good enough. I felt like I was living with my mom all over again.

After the show's over, we head back to the hotel with Cal in tow, shooting off questions left and right that have nothing to do with the show itself.

"I gotta go to the bathroom." Nikki mumbles, standing up and I know he's just going to get away from Cal, and decide I'd rather be trapped in a small bathroom with Nikki, than hear another question along the lines of "so what drug is your favorite?" 

As Nikki's shutting the door, I'm getting my foot in, stopping him and he looks at me confused, before reluctantly letting me in. 

We wait in awkward silence before I'm pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. 

"Don't kiss me like that again." I tell him, sternly but politely, looking up at him and he pretends to be infatuated with the sink's water knobs. "Nikki."

"Why not?"

"You know why."

"Oh, right. We hate each other, how stupid of me to forget that." He hisses. 

"I don't hate you." I quietly say, and he lets out a breath. 

"Not yet, at least." He scoffs. 

"Nikki, you fucked up, that doesn't mean I hate you."

"But you're still filing for divorce the second Doc gives you the greenlight, right?" I don't say anything. "That's what I thought." 

He slips past me and leaves me to myself, causing me to close my eyes for a moment, and glance in the mirror before joining everybody else. 

He was right. I didn't hate him, yet.

The next day the guys are due to take the cover photo for their Rollingstone issue with Cal continuing to breathe down everybody's necks. 

"Are you not worried about stomach ulcers?" Cal asks me as I take a sip of Pepsi as we wait for the guys to get dressed for the shoot, and I raise my brows at him. "You have at least three of those a day and it's unhealthy, isn't it?" He adds, trying to sugarcoat it with laughter.

"I drink more water than I do soda...would you rather me be snorting rails of coke or smoking crack or shooting heroin?" I bite and his face falls. "If I want to drink three Pepsi's a day--if I wanna drink 300 Pepsi's a day--I will." Apparently I'm raising my voice, because Doc and Fred are turning their heads in my direction and I can see them slowly making their way to me. 

"Umm…" Cal says nervously as I show no sign of easing up on him. 

"I've earned the right to drink as much fucking Pepsi I want, Cal, sorry it's not as aesthetically pleasing as Jack or vodka, or chain smoking Marlboros, or isn't as romantically tragedized as junk--"

"--Vivian." Doc starts as I continue.

"But I like it, it's not the worst thing I could possibly drink on a daily basis, and if I want to fucking drink it, I will!" 

He looks like a scared weasel, backed into a corner, his eyes wide as he leans away from me slightly. 

I didn't realize how close to him I am right now, I'm practically in his face, bitching him out over a fucking Pepsi. 

"Vivian!" Doc's barking at me.

I'm backing off, with the help of Fred pulling me away from him.

I'm surprised Cal isn't pissing his pants currently, the look on his face says he's heavily considering it. 

"Get him the fuck out of here." I tell Doc, motioning to Cal. 

"Vivia--"

"--No, who the fuck does he think he is?" I argue with Fred when he tries to calm me down.

"What's going on?" Nikki and Tommy ask, coming over here.

"Nothing's going on, alright? Vivian's just--"

"--Vivian's just what?" I snap at Doc. 

"I'm so sorry, she gets neurotic." Doc ignores me as he tries to reassure Cal and I'm slinging my soda out of the bottle, onto him and Cal, as I yell, "oh, I'm fucking neurotic?!" 

"Viv!" Doc scolds me as I throw the bottle down and it breaks. 

"Viv," Tommy starts and I snap around to him. 

"Fucking say it, Tommy. I dare you." I grit out, the look in my eyes telling him, "say anything else, and I'll tell everything about Vanity and Nikki." 

"It was a misunderstanding, alright?" I hear Cal explain to Doc.

"No, no." Fred sighs as he's keeping me from hitting Cal, pulling me away as Cal flinches to get as far from me as possible, looking at me like I'm crazy. 

"Don't leave this out of your fucking article! It might just save the entire damn thing since your fucking journalism sucks more ball-pubes than your wife while you've been out here with your nose up our fucking asses!" I throw at him, and Doc closes his eyes and gives out a deep, disappointed sigh, while Fred's tugging me to the bathroom with Nikki on his heels. 

The second the door is closed, Nikki's snatching me away from Fred, his hand wrapping around my throat--not enough to hurt, but enough to catch my attention--and he pushes me against the wall roughly, seering down at me.

"The fuck is your problem?!" He demands.

"Hey, cut it out!" Fred cuts in, separating us, glaring at Nikki. "Don't fucking grab at her like that, I don't care how fucking pissed you are, Sixx, you got it?" He points at him. "And you," he looks at me now, "I don't know what the fucking hell you are tripping on, or if you're on the rag, or what the hell kind of demon possessed you recently but you're being fucking ridiculous." He snaps at me. 

My eyes are honing in on the rosary around Nikki's neck and I cut my eyes. 

"Is that one of mine?" I ask him and he looks down at it. 

"Maybe."

"For someone who hates God you really don't mind representing him."

"It's called a mockery, Vivian, get over yourself." 

"Give it back." I hold my hand out.

"Fuck off." He replies, going for the bathroom door. 

"I said, 'give it back!'" I scream.

"And I said, 'fuck off!'" He yells back. 

"It's a fucking string of beads with a fucking cross on it!" Fred outbursts louder than either of us and we look at him. "You have like four, Viv, what the fuck does it matter? He's always worn them." He points out next and I huff out a breath. 

I didn't mind when Nikki wore rosaries or crucifixes, I knew he was kind of mocking when he wore them, for the irony of a "devil worshiper" wearing one, but even when we got bad off I didn't mind...in fact as he got worse with his addiction, I hoped the spirituality that they represented would rub off on him and snap him out of his addiction. 

It was stupid and I know better now, but Charlette Kinston was my mother. I did have a small speck of her in me, even when I tried not to.

Later that night--more like the middle of the night--I'm still unable to sleep and end up tossing and turning for hours before getting a bath, hoping the warm water will relax me and calm my racing mind. 

Once I get out and get back into bed, I furrow my brows at the sound of something weird in my room, and I quickly realize what it is. 

The unsettling sound of the door knob twisting and turning throughout the dark hotel room, catches my attention and makes my spine prickle. 

I eye the walkie-talkie on my nightstand, and reach my hand out, turning it on. “2.” I say lowly.

“What, 6 and a half?” Fred’s exhausted voice replies.

“20.” I say, which is code for "where are you?"

“101." He grumbles back, "101" meaning the hotel. "In bed. Like you should be.” He says.

“There’s someone at my door.” I reply.

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know what’s why I’m calling you.” 

“You want me to get outta bed just to come see who’s at your door, when you haven’t even checked?”

“...Good point.”

“Just look and see, and then let me know if I need to come, alright?”

“Got it.”

I get out of bed, hearing the door knob still rustling, and I tiptoe to the door, peeping out the peephole, to see Nikki, drunkenly fumbling with his room key, trying to put it in my door.

“It’s nobody, they’re gone. Goodnight.” I say to Fred.

“G’night, Vivian. Get some fucking sleep, you need it.” He adds and I roll my eyes.

“I would if I could.” I mumble, swinging the door open to face Nikki. He doesn’t say anything to me before stepping in, his bottle of wine sloshing onto the carpet.

“This key doesn’t fucking work.” He says, tossing it across the room. 

“Because it’s my room, not yours. Your key works for your room only...across the hall...where you should be.” I cross my arms as he takes another swig of his drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand when some of it trails down his chin. 

“Are you strung out?” I blurt, wanting to know whether I should be ready to fight with Sikki or not.

“No, and I haven’t fucking shot up in a long time.” He points his finger in my face. “Just been chasing the Dragon.”

“I can tell.” I state.

“I’m not high, smartass. I came down an hour ago.” He sits the wine down on my nightstand and I raise my brows. 

There’s a silent pause and I wait awkwardly for him to explain why he’s here, but as soon as I open my mouth to ask him, he’s saying, “you wanna go swimming?” I furrow my brows, confused.

“W-What?” I ask.

“You wanna go swimming?” He repeats, rubbing the back of his neck. “Like hangout or something.”

“Nikki, we’re separated. We don’t ‘hangout or something’ anymore.”

“No, but I’m not thinking straight due to the wine and heroin smoke, and you’re not thinking clearly because you can’t fucking sleep, so let’s just not think straight together--bonding experience--and pretend we’re at least friends.” He vouches, and I raise my brows, thinking about it. 

“The pool’s closed. It’s nearly 4:00am.” I tell him and he scoffs.

“We’re Sixxes, Viv, we can do whatever the hell we want.” He says it as if it’s common sense. “And it’d be nice to practice being around each other without screaming each other’s heads off.”

I give it one last thought, before letting out a sigh.

“Fine.” I relent. 

I was worried his sick plan was to drown me, and finally kill me, but soon after we put swimsuits on, and broke into the pool’s patio, I realized he was genuine about just wanting to “hangout or something” and it made me feel a little better that he missed me as much as I was missing him, even if he played it off smoother than I did at times.

“Is it cold?” I ask him as he wades through the shallow end seamlessly.

“No.” He tells me.

“Are you sure?” I question and he looks at me as I dip my toe in. “Nikki, it’s cold.” “Quit being a pussy and get in the water.” He says. “It’s not that bad, Viv.”

I dip my foot in, up to my ankle, and wrinkle my nose.

“Vivian Estine Sixx, get in the water.” He tries to hold back a laugh, keeping his stern facade. 

“It’s not cold to you because you have more body heat.” I cross my arms. 

“Are you calling me fat?”

“I’m saying you’re thicker than me.” I correct him.

“You can always take your bikini off to get used to the water quicker.” He says and I raise my brows.

“That makes no sense.” I argue.

“No, but it’d sure make me happy.” He grins and I splash him with water. 

I quickly regret it as he’s getting out of the pool, about to come after me. 

“Nikki, stop!” I whisper yell and he catches up and wraps his arms around me before hurling the both of us into the deep end. 

My body is shocked with the cold water, and the second I get my head above water, I’m gasping and shivering.

The second his head pops up beside me, I’m hitting at him.

“Jackass!” I scold him, and he laughs, brushing his wet hair out of his face. “It’s not funny.” I snap, swimming to the shallow and he follows me, still laughing.

“It’s so fun to piss you off.” He chuckles, running his hand over his face to get the drops of water from his eyelashes and I raise my hand to smack at him again but he raises his brows at me. “Fuck it off, Sixx.” He stops me before I even start.

“You started it, Sixx.” I reply, mimicking his voice. 

“What's new…" He says with a small smirk, thinking about something before the corners of his mouth fall slowly. "...I've done a lot of shit." He starts and I look at him. "Shit I'm not proud of. I don't fucking know when to just do something a little bit. I can't have a bump, I've gotta go through an eight ball as fast as possible. I can't have a drink, I gotta drink the place dry. I can't have a serious girlfriend, I've gotta marry her." He says, and I glance at him and he shakes his head. "I can't just have a one-night stand, I gotta have a fucking affair." He finishes and I lick my lips, keeping my tears back. "This might be fucked up, but I've realized I don't feel like I shouldn't have had anything with her." He says in reference to Vanity and I furrow my brows. "I just feel like we shouldn't have gotten married to begin with."

It hurts like a bitch, but I know it's the truth, because I feel the same way. 

"Me too." I admit and he finally looks at me. 

"I wouldn't change it, though. I wouldn't go back and change it." He clarifies and I smile softly, my tears unable to keep at bay. 

"I wouldn't either." I assure him. 

He stares at me for a moment, looking from my eyes to my lips, standing up straight, before leaning down. 

It's a sweet, simple kiss, that only lasts a moment. 

It took me back to our first kiss. It was odd, because when we first kissed we couldn't stand each other very much, like we couldn't at that moment in our marriage, either. I don't know if that nostalgic feeling crossed the wires in our brains to convince us to chase one last high together, but one thing led to another and got out of hand like it always tended to do with anything a Sixx did.

I grin in the mirror at him as he mercilessly pounds into me to the hilt with each thrust, my right knee hiked up on the bathroom counter, my left foot standing on tip-toes as his right hand is around my throat, his left hand holding at my waist.

My original intent was to get a shower and leave the kiss at the pool, like it was: just a kiss. 

But when we came back to his room where I had left my room key when I went with him so he could get his swimsuit on, and now I'm bent over his sink, tears in my eyes from the pleasuring pressure building up in me, the feeling of my wetness running down my legs at Nikki's doing, is something I've missed.

"Do you really fuck yourself or did you tell me that to piss me off?" He asks me, his dark eyes staring at me, causing me to clench down tighter onto him. 

"I really do." I reply as he holds himself against my cervix, causing me to grab at the counter as the delicious pain causes a high pitched groan to leave my throat. 

"Do you pretend I'm fucking you?" He questions next, deliberately slowing his pace, the friction of his skin inside my slick pussy satiating the hunger I've been feeling the past several days.

"Yes." I whimper out, my eyes rolling back for a moment. 

"Who do you imagine playing with your pretty," his left hand snakes between my legs, calloused, rough, fingers rubbing at my slick flesh, and I back back into him, biting my lip, humming, "perfect clit?" He asks me and I let out a ragged breath. 

"You." I confess, my knuckles turning white with how tightly I'm gripping the side of the counter. 

"Whose cock do you imagine stretching your tight, hot, wet pussy out?" He asks next, and I'm almost considering trying to get away from him because I don't think I can handle this much ecstasy at one time.

"You." I say again, his hand holding my throat harder in his grip, making my breathing a little shallower, but it only makes me more turned on, another wave of my juices coating his length as he starts picking his pace back up, making me cover my mouth with my hand to keep from screaming. 

"Whose name do you scream out in your pillow when you come?" He asks finally, a couple more stray tears rolling down my cheeks as my body is overcome with my orgasm, his hand taking my hand from my mouth as I moan out, loudly, "Nikki", causing him to smile proudly at me in the mirror.

Within a couple more minutes he's finishing in me, and stumbling back a little, a dopey, satisfied smile on his face, while we both come down from our sexbuzz and catch our breath, before going another round.

Nikki's said before, "you know you're addicted when you start lying to yourself about how you're not addicted."

I couldn't agree more.

But the real kicker is waking up to your husband the next morning after having sex, and the both of you pretend like you're strangers, not exchanging a single word before you grab your shit and get the hell out of their as fast as possible before anyone else realizes what happened. 

For the first time in his career, Nikki Sixx treated me like a groupie. 

And you know what? 

It was better that way, because it left no room for, "Oh, well, we had sex which means we made up so we're good now." 

We woke up, didn't look each other in the eye, I got off the floor, put my swimsuit back on so I wouldn't be naked, grabbed my key, and left without a word or a second glance.

There was nothing more to say. 

We'd said "goodbye" to our relationship, the same way we had said "hello" to it in 1981: with sex that meant nothing, but meant everything, all at once.

We're back in L.A. a couple days later, and apparently Karen got some help cleaning mine and Nikki's room up where I completely trashed it, because when we get in the house, all of our photos are back up, his awards are nice and neat on the wall, and our room looks untouched. 

The only give away that something happened is the broken mirror on the ceilings, but he doesn't seem to pay them any mind.

I guess he knew I would inevitably break something. 

I keep my lips sealed tightly together as I hear our bedroom door open, initiating Nikki to walk by with a slight, hungover, stumble, as he makes his way to the kitchen, not saying a word to me, not that I expect him to. 

He's coming into the living room a moment later, my bag of gummy worms I bought yesterday, in hand, and I roll my jaw, not wanting to start a fight over fucking candy…

...But go big, or go the fuck home, right?

"Those are mine." I tell him, pretending to be reading the newspaper I was reading earlier, and he looks me directly in the eye, opening the bag, taking one out, and eating it. 

"My money, my groceries." He states, chewing it, and I exhale.

"I'm gonna go take a walk." Karen comments, sighing as she gets up and walks to the back yard, knowing this is going to get ugly. 

"You're right. It is your money." I tell him, not arguing the valid point. "And if you keep splurging on heroin, you won't have any of it left." I add and he death glares me. 

"I'm not on fucking smack." He argues sternly. 

"You only eat sweets when you're trying to cut back smack." I say and he looks away from me. "At least you're trying to cut it, though." I mumble. 

The bag of candy is suddenly colliding with my leg as he throws it at my lap, spitefully, standing up. 

"Nikki, you can hav--"

"--It's yours. You have it." He hisses, going back to our bedroom, slamming the door loud enough to sound almost like a gunshot, causing me to jump in my seat. 

Nikki: 1, Viv: 1

I decide to shower later on, opting for the guest bathroom to avoid having to see Nikki by walking through our bedroom to get to our bathroom. 

I'm only under the running water before I hear the locked door knob twist, before loud banging on the door. 

"Vivian!" He screams on the other side.

"Yes, dear?!" I call back, annoyed. 

"What the fuck happened to my fucking cars and bikes?!" 

I raise my brows, actually forgetting what I did to his precious vehicles until now. 

"Open the fucking door!" He demands and I roll my eyes. 

"Don't you have better things to do?! Like cleaning the fermented wine--that's been rotting in the hot heat of our garage--from the interior of your cars?!" 

I hear the door knob move some more, and I peek out the curtain to see the knob twist completely, the door opening, and I see the little key in his hand.

We both stare at each other for one good second before I'm screaming as he comes for me, but I'm ducking under his arm and trying not to trip and fall on my wet feet as I scurry out of the room. 

"I'm gonna kill you, Sixx!" He threatens and I panic a little.

"What the hell is going on?!" Karen asks us, keeping Nikki back when she steps out of the kitchen to stop him from chasing after me any further. 

"She completely vandalized my fucking cars and my bikes!" He points at me. 

"I didn't touch the Jeep." I argue and he nearly shoves Karen out of the way but she holds her ground.

"I'm about to call Doc if you two don't calm down." She threatens.

"I'm calling the cops and having her ass locked up." Nikki states. 

"Do it." I boldly snap. 

"No, no, no one's calling the cops." She says, letting out a breath. 

"Do you wanna go see what the fuck she did to my fucking stuff?!" He raises his voice at her, motioning in the direction of the garage. 

"Have you stopped to think that's a result of what you've done to her?" Karen questions him and he rolls his jaw. "I know you're not used to having repercussions and consequences to your actions, but it's a simple theory called 'cause and effect'." She states and he cuts his eyes at her, probably thinking she's full of shit. "The 'scorned wife effect.' You cheat, she destroys your belongings." She finishes, giving him a quick, sarcastic smile, before stepping out of his way. "If I hear either one of you screaming, again, I'm calling Doc."

He pushes past me, and I go back to my shower. 

When I get out, Nikki's nowhere to be seen and the Jeep is gone so I assume he got out of the house for a few minutes, and when I leave our room, going to the living room, I stop in my tracks. 

I see her from the corner of my eye, in the foyer, staring at me, and I turn to fully look at her.

She looks like she's been on a binge the past few days, her brown eyes wild and body slightly jittery, her hands gripping tightly to the sneakers I let her borrow a few months ago. 

All I could do was stare at her, just knowing Nikki was going to have to come home and clean up the mess that he made.

“Vanity.” I acknowledge her, but not for long before I’m walking into the kitchen, hearing an oncoming storm approach as thunder rattles in the distance. 

I grab a Pepsi from the fridge, hearing her slowly creep into the kitchen with me, and my eyes slowly find the knife block only an arms length away from me on the kitchen counter.

Sober Vanity wouldn’t think of hurting a fly. Coked out, crazy, reckless Vanity on the other hand…

“Do you have anything to say to me?” She asks me, shakily.

“Was it good, at least?” I reply, leaning against the counter, staring at her. “When you fucked my husband...knowing he was married...was it good?”

Apparently I’m striking a chord, because she’s got angry tears coming to her eyes, her jaw clenching.

“For someone who’s all about Jesus--”

“--He came to me.” She states, shakily, and I keep my face neutral, although I feel my heart tighten in my chest. “During your time apart last year, he saw me in a Vanity 6 video, and within two hours, I was getting a call from my manager telling me Nikki Sixx wanted a date night.”

“Is that what you tell yourself to make you feel better about it?” I ask, raising my brows. “‘He came to me, I didn’t go to him’? Because at the end of the day, he’s married, and you knew he was married, and instead of turning him away, you welcomed him with open arms.” I point out. 

“Have you ever thought perhaps I’m your punishment for not appreciating him?” She asks me, a tear breaking past her lashes.

“Excuse me?”

“God punishes his children when they’re not obedient. You made a promise to God to be the best wife to Nikki you could be, and you broke that promise more than enough times.” She adds.

“So you’re saying God used you--having an affair with my husband--to punish me?” I ask her to clarify. She stays silent, looking at me with pure hatred, and I nod a little, calmly.

My glass bottle is hitting her square in the chest before I can even stop myself, a look of utter shock on her face as Pepsi splashes all over her, her hand holding at the inevitable severely bruised skin bound to form from where it made impact.

Technically, since she wanted to get biblical, I was supposed to stone her to death. Being I didn’t have any rocks, and God frowns upon such things, I opted for a one-time thing that still hurt her but not enough to kill her.

I guess Karen heard the Pepsi bottle shatter on the floor, because she's coming in, with a concerned look on her face...before her skin goes sheet white upon seeing Vanity. 

"W-What's going on?" She asks me.

"Vanity was just leaving." I state, rolling my jaw and Vanity looks at me like she's ready to attack.

"I'm not going anywhere until I talk to him." She hisses. 

I hear the front door open, and I smile at her. 

"Now's your chance." I smugly say, stepping past her, my shoes crackling on the glass as I take my sneakers from her hands, going to our room to put them up, saying, "I suggest you go to your room to avoid getting caught in the crossfire", to Karen as I pass by her. 

When I get in our room, that's when shit hits the fan. 

"You'd have to be on horse tranquilizer before marrying me?!" I hear her scream. "Huh?! You break up with me over the phone and then act like I'm crazy and embarrass me?!"

"You are crazy!" Nikki screams back. 

I hear her shriek, before the sound of skin violently smacking against skin, as Vanity barks out, "if you hate me, hit me! If you just fucking hate me so much!" 

I run in to see her hitting at Nikki while he tries to keep his patience.

"Vanity!" I scold, trying to pull her off of him. 

Her left hand is suddenly coming back in a fist, hitting me square in the eye. 

This does it. 

She's knocked to the floor, and her nose is bleeding, Nikki's fist is clenched and smattered with Vanity's blood, and his eyes have a look in them I haven't seen before. 

Vanity's now screaming and crying, kicking and clawing at him as he tries to grab her wrist to pull her up, so he instead grabs her hair and drags her out of the house.

"Nikki!" I protest, catching up to him when he's already got her down our front steps. 

He let's her go and glares at me, before he stomps back in, slamming the door, locking us both outside. 

Vanity's crying, a stream of blood running down her face, my own nose spilling red, but I can't help but crouch beside her and wipe the blood from her face and angle her head back as she sobs. 

"Just pinch your nose." I mumble, taking her hand, that's raw from slapping Nikki, and pinching it at her nose. 

I had never seen Nikki that angry. He later described his altercation with Vanity, as "hitting her like a man." 

I'm not sure if he actually hit her just because she attacked him, because I attacked him multiple times, and he never hit me--the most he did was push me, or grab my wrists or my throat, and even that wasn't enough to really hurt me, just enough to get my attention. 

I think everything was put into that single episode. 

Every time she made his life harder from the moment she stepped in to it, and even his own self-hate for letting things get the way they did between them, all the anger he had felt for himself and her were packed into that single punch. 

And none of it should have ever fucking happened.

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Happy Birthday Kristen

Here are some little drabbles I wrote from the prompt list.  If I have time I’ll do some more later on!  Happy Birthday my love and may you have a wonderful day!

From this list of prompts :  *https://blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/159975698721/prompt-list*

#1.  “Good morning” kiss  (Wintershock)

She handed him the coffee, her other hand reaching to fluff his hair as he smiled sleepily at her.

“Good morning”

“Morning.”  He leans over the breakfast bar and their lips meet in a soft press of affection.  “Love you, baby doll.”  

It doesn’t matter how many times she hears it, it still makes her tummy flip in thrilled delight.

“Love you too, soldier.”

Bucky grins and leans over again, capturing her lips playfully.  Darcy smiles into the kiss as it turns sensual.  Maybe it was time to go back to bed.

  #2.  Kiss on the forehead (Steve/Bea  I’m Not Here)

He lay on the couch, baby sleeping on his chest while they both snored softly.  Maddie had been up all night crying, Steve had insisted on walking the floor with her so Bea could sleep.  

Bea leaned in the doorway, marveling at how far they had come.  Steve’s blond hair was cut short now, enough that the natural curl in his hair was apparent. 

His hand lay protectively on Maddie’s tiny back, her own halo of blond curls matching her fathers.

When it was like this, so quiet and peaceful she felt the welling of love in her heart and bit back tears.  She never thought she could love so fiercely before, but for them, for her husband and her daughter, she’d burn the world to the ground to keep them safe.  

Bea tiptoes across the room, grabbing a blanket from the back of the sofa and carefully covers the sleeping pair.  Leaning down she kisses the downy curls of her daughter before standing back up.  A blue eye cracks open and Steve gives her a lazy grin.

“No kiss for me princess?”

Bea shakes her head and leans down, pressing her lips to his forehead.

“Always babe, go back to sleep.”

He grabs her hand, stopping her from leaving and kisses her fingertips.  “Love you” The words low and full of sincerity.  Bea feels the prick of tears again and curses her hormones.

“I’m here, I’ll be right here.”  She curls up in the arm chair watches her little family, thankful for everything life had brung her. 

#3.  Drunk/sloppy kiss  (Lance/You, The Bronze)

Honestly, sometimes you wondered why you bothered with Lance.  This was the third time in a month that you’d had to come pick him up from a bar.  Things hadn’t gone well for him after the accusations of knocking up his gymnast came out.  He’d pretty much been barred from the sport and no one was looking for him to coach their kids after the alleged affair had hit the newspapers. 

Truthfully, you felt sorry for him.  Unfortunately, his reputation as a ladies man was not working in his favour.   You knew it wasn’t true of course.  Lance was many things, but even he would never cross the line and sleep with his pupil. He took coaching too seriously.  Took the whole sport too seriously to ever tarnish it or himself that way.  

You walked into the bar and spotted him right away.  Gone was his usual outfit of choice, now he sported dark jeans and a black leather jacket, his hair which he had always took so much  pride in was a tousled mess, no product to keep each errant curl in place.  In a way you thought he looked better like this, less slick and prepared, more bad boy walking. He was slumped over the bar, head resting on his folded arms.  The bartender looked up and gave you an apologetic smile.  

“Lance…”  you poked his side and he turned his head to glare at you briefly.

“What are you doing here princess?”

“Bailing your ass out, again.  Come on, I want to go to bed, it’s nearly two and I have a gym to run in four hours.”

He groaned and ran a hand through his hair, it only made it worse.  God, his hair looked sinful like this.  You rolled your eyes as your own thoughts and hauled him off the bar stool.

“Come one drunkie, you can sleep on my couch tonight, pick up your car tomorrow.”

The bartender held the door for you as you helped him to the car, handing you Lance’s keys as you passed.

It wasn’t a long drive back to your home but the six steps up to the porch and through the door were nearly impossibly with Lance an almost dead weight at your side.

Finally getting him on the sofa you pulled off his shoes and jacket and gave him a cushion for his head.  You grabbed some water and a pack of Tylenol and placed them on the side table, he’d need it when he woke up.  Looking down at him, half sleeping, his brow still furrowed you gave in to the temptation to kiss him good night, the light kiss pressed to his head, smoothed out the lines.  Before you could stand back up, his eyes opened, catching you in the grip of his impossibly blue gaze.

“I’m sorry I’m such and ass, you should just have left me there, I don’t deserve you princess.”

“No, but I’m here anyway…”  You trailed off, freezing as his hand cupped your face.  In the stillness of the moment you forgot to breath.  You didn’t resist as he brought you down into a sloppy, wet kiss, it wasn’t mind blowing or earth shattering, but you kissed him back, just for a brief moment, let yourself pretend.  He’d forget he’d done it in the morning.  

You pulled away and tucked the blanket around him. Smiling sadly as he drifted off to sleep.  The tiny truth that you kept to yourself, that you loved this asshole, locked up back tight in your heart.  It’s why you always came for him, why you would always help. But it was best that he never knew, you couldn’t stand the thought of him rejecting you, no matter how kindly he might do it.  Lance Tucker, heart breaker and love of you life.  

       9.  “War’s End” kiss   (Wintershock 1940′s AU)

The dock was so crowded she didn’t know how she would ever spot him, or him her as she waited. He’d been gone for two years and she had missed him so much.  The wait for word of him had been cruel.  The post lines never quick, letters lost… 

Darcy smoothed back an errant curl, the summer heat and the crush of people making it hard to breath, or maybe it was just nerves. She’s not the same woman that watched her new husband march off the war and she knows he’ll be different too.  She worries it won’t be the same.  That too much time has passed, that the life they once dreamed of will no longer be what they both want.  She loves him, feels as though she has always loved him, hopes that war and death and grief hasn’t changed them so much they no longer understand each other.

She remembers the first time she met him so clearly even now. Twelve year old Bucky Barnes and his baseball bat threatening the boys who were teasing her and pushing her until they left her alone.  His skinny arm slung around her as he walked her home to her Ma.  She’s pretty sure that’s the same moment she fell in love with him. He was her hero.

Her eyes drifted over the line’s of men debarking and then she swung her eyes back, the familiar set of shoulders and the easy gait striking her memories like a match to tinder.  It was him. She let out a sob and tried to push forward, calling his name as loudly as she could.  She see’s the moment he hears her, the way his head whips round at the sound of her voice.  Then he’s elbowing his way toward her, dropping his kit bag and crushing her into his arms.

“Darcy, baby, god I missed you.”

She can’t speak, just cries tears into his neck, clutching him and whispering his name over and over as he holds her tight.  He pulls back he looks at her like he’s trying to memorise every little detail and she sees his own eyes are wet with tears too.

“You’re home. It’s over.  It’s finally over.”  

And it is, because he is here and he is real and he is solid under her fingertips. He presses their head together firmly, whispering words of comfort and love and promises that he’ll never leave her again and she feels nothing but relief sweep through her.  He was alive.  

When he kisses her she thinks her heart might beat right out of her chest.  His lips are soft on hers at first and then she’s clinging to his shoulders as he devours her mouth, tongue, seeking and begging entrance as she’s bent over his arm, the world dissolves away around them, all she can feel and taste and know is him.  They might have changed, but how they felt never would.  He was home.

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Captivated (MC Series) 16

Pairing: Biker!Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Characters: Natasha Romanov, Merlin, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Scott Lang, Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, Michelle Unwin, Frank Castle, Roxy, (Mentions of) Harry Hart, OFC Logan and Markus, Tony Stark, Charlie Hesketh.

Warnings: Swearing, creepy boss, a girl who can handle her own, stalking, creepy guy, law breaking, random hook ups mentioned, angst, sass, drama, cops involved, sexual harassment (nothing happens tho promise), melt downs, and allegations of abuse.

In your town there is a Biker club Called Kings Rebels, you weren’t a good girl and you surely weren’t a biker girl, or were you? One night changes everything in your life. You started that night out as a hostel waitress who works in Stark Tavern, one ass grab and a sucker punch later, did you just slip the Pres of a Biker Club, Eggsy Unwin, your work hours? But is MC life for you, being an old lady? When your faith is tested for the club, they follow through with everything Eggsy promised you. Will your world stay upside down since walking into the Clubhouse, or do you fit into their lifestyle more than you ever thought possible??

“Does Eggsy want to brand me?” You hold your breath looking at him. Peter laughs, not just a chuckle, it’s loud, echoing off the walls, into the filling parking lot.

“Brand? Eggsy? Seriously?” Peter laughs, trying to catch his breath, you look over at Frank whose shoulders are moving with quiet laughter. “If he hit girls, Hanna wouldn’t have teeth after tossing beer in your face. Put something on your body without your full blown consent? If he didn’t beat his own ass, his mother would.” Peter snorts.

“Do the girls get branded?” You sigh looking at Peter’s bike. He nods, letting you know it’s okay you lean on it.

“It’s not branding.” Peter pushes off the wall, coming over he leans on his bike with you. “You’re not fucking cattle Y/N.” Peter snorts.

“Okay.” You nod, not sure how to take that.

“Gwen, she has KR over lapping, like that T-shirt you wore of Eggsy’s. On her ribs, no bigger than a quarter.” He nods, watching your face. “Nat, she has a skull, the eyes K and R on her back shoulder, no bigger than a shot glass, I would know both as I drew them and inked them.” He nods.

“Affiliation.” You nod, remembering faintly of seeing Nat’s skull, never noticing the eyes on it.

“Only if they want it.” Peter nods. “Gwen picked some where it gets covered up regularly, but also easily shown if she had too.” He sighs. “Nat wanted the skull, decided later after it healed to add the letters to the eyes. After her and Buck moved in together. It was both their choices.” He nudges you.

“Are you, is the club into drugs?” You ask softly, looking down at your sneakers. Peter laughs, this time so does Frank, shaking his head.

“That’s funny.” Peter wraps his arm around your shoulders, giving you a shake. “No. We have a couple stoners, sure. Nothing harder than Bud and the burn of tequila.” Peter chuckles.

“Right.” You nod, remembering some of the guys fight night, smoking off to one side.

“Look, don’t take this wrong, but it’s clear you’re going to take out anyone who has a bad word to say about the club. You’re an old lady even if you don’t realize it yet.” He smirks, letting go of you he stands up looking at you. “Even if you don’t. Say the word and anyone of us will gladly do it for you.” He chuckles. “We like you Y/N, you’re a fucking ball of fun to be around. A little fucking crazy, but that just makes it more fun. Don’t let some dick bag who doesn’t know shit about us or Eggsy, run you off.” He sighs, watching you.

“Fuck, I’m Eggsy’s old lady.” You sigh, looking up at Peter and Frank.

“You called us your boys. Welcome to the club Ma.” Peter chuckles.

“I’ll so hurt you Peter.” You crack a grin up at him.

“Come on.” He puts his hand out to you. “Let’s finish your shift. Than we can place some bets on your old man in tonight’s fights.” He grins pulling you to your feet.

“Old man?” You snort, looking up at him.

“Young stud?” Peter chuckles, stopping. Frank looks at Peter brow connected, as you snort into your hand. “That sounded so fucked up coming from my mouth.” Peter shakes his head, regretting his choice in words.

“Aw Peter should I worry you might love Eggsy?” You giggle.

“Shut it.” Peter nudges you. “Aren’t you like the best mom of the club?” He jokes back.

“Not funny.” You point at him as Frank holds the door open for you.

“How was it?” Eggsy looks as Peter and Frank come up to him, sitting next to Buck and Steve. The brother charter already arrived, things were in full swing inside and outside the clubhouse.

“Had some issues.” Frank nods. “One of her regulars popped off at the mouth.” He sighs.

“About what?” Frank looks at Peter who scratches the back of his head in a nervous gesture.

“Called her a club slut. Said you were going to brand her and drag her into the life of crime and drugs.” Peter replies more to his shoes than Eggsy.

“Fuck. She knock him out?” Eggsy sighs.

“No, we had a long talk outside. They are pulling up now.” Peter nods looking over as the gate opens and Nat’s car pulls in.

“She good?” He looks at Peter, who nods. “Who was the mouth?” He looks between the two of them.

“That Charlie.” Frank nods, opening his phone up. “Face and license plate.” He shows two pictures to Eggsy.

“Good. I’ll call Chester in the morning.” He nods as Y/N comes towards him.

“Hi.” She sighs, looking around.

“Heard you were close to pulling a mike Tyson.” He grins at her.

“Frank crashed my party.” She smirks at the large man to the side of her. “I need a shower though, unlock the room for me?” She tips her head, watching him.

“I’m following you.” He grins standing up, she turns leaving the small group of men.

 "Hey, babe.” Eggsy calls from the bedroom, sitting on the bed.

“Yes?” You laugh, standing in the doorway of the bathroom looking at him.

“Peter said, you had a long talk. Are things okay?” His brow knits together as he looks over at you.

“Yeah.” You nod. “I needed answers, from someone who wasn’t you babe. I needed someone who wouldn’t tell me what I want to hear.” You sigh.

“Did you get your answers?” He looks almost hopeful.

“I did and then some.” You grin at him.

“Then some? Do I get to know?” He grins back at you. You push off the door, walking towards him, you stood between his legs, your hands running up his kutte, curling around the back of his neck as he looks up at you. His hands slip up the back of your legs, settling around your hips.

“I’m your old lady.” You scrunch up your nose at him. “Guess I can’t really deny that anymore.” You laugh as Eggsy grins at you.

“Peter helped realize this?” He laughs, his hands sliding farther up your back.

“He pointed out that I threatened to break Charlies jaw if he uttered another word about you or my boys.” You sigh, Eggsy lights up.

“That’s my girl.” He chuckles, before pulling you down to the bed with him. Rolling you under him, his hand in your hair, the other skimming up your thighs, his lips claiming yours.

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